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Bye -bye.

Bye -bye.

Good morning, Mr. Moore. Good morning, Julie.

Where's Tattoo?

Helping Mr. Kincaid fulfill his fantasy.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Kincaid's that nice man who wants to be invisible.

Yes, huh?

Can you make his fantasy come true?

What about it, Mr. Kincaid? Can I make it invisible?

Indeed you can, Mr. Roark.

Witness a lovely flower for a most lovely young lady.

Take it, Julie.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Kincaid.

But I thought you said Tattoo was with him. Oh, but he is. Uh, Tattoo?

That's not fair, Julie.

Mr. Kincaid stole my line.

But I still think you're beautiful anyway.

How sweet.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Have a nice day, gentlemen.

Come, Julie. Bye.

Not there, Julie. Over there. Can't you see them?

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Mr. Rourke, do you see what I see?

Indeed I do, Julie.

The gentleman to whom you refer is Mr. Joel Campbell of New York City, an

extremely successful insurance executive with the most unique avocation.

Not only does he participate in amateur rodeos and go horseback riding in

Central Park each morning, but Mr. Campbell is also a avid student of the

West.

Then it shouldn't be too difficult to guess what his fantasy is.

No, indeed, Mr. Campbell's fantasy is to experience the real West.

He hungers to immerse himself in the romantic adventures and challenges no

longer available to residents of Manhattan.

But Mr. Campbell's somewhat glamorized conception of the real West may very

involve him in some extremely difficult situations.

Also a great danger.

Who's the pretty lady? An extremely talented research chief of a modern

laboratory. Her name is Dr.

Carla... Frankenstein.

Frankenstein? Funny, she doesn't look like a monster.

Shame on you, Julie. Dr.

Frankenstein has had to endure that type of humor most of her life. Shame on

you.

The lady is convinced that Baron von Frankenstein did in fact exist.

The fantasy is to have the Baron's laboratory reconstructed to the last

By studying the Baron's report, she hopes to prove that he was a man sadly

misunderstood in his lifetime.

Wait a minute, Mr. Rourke.

The whole story, the monster, the fire, that's all from a novel, pure fiction.

Oh, indeed, Judy, indeed.

But who is to say what is fiction?

What is fact?

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, no, I got nothing against my parents.

God rest their souls.

It's just that my mother gave birth to me a hundred years too late.

And things ain't like they used to be. You know what I mean?

Well, I think I do, Mr. Campbell. You feel that today's world is too

Less than challenging that we have too many creature comforts.

Right on the nose, Mr. Rourke.

This nation has produced too many namby -pamby tenderfoots.

Really?

Julie? This way, please. Sure.

Good luck, Mr. Campbell, and keep your powder dry.

Thank you, little lady.

Dark City, here I come.

Well, how far back in time are you going to take me, Mr. Oak?

Patience, Mr. Campbell, you shall soon see.

Well, I hope it's no later than 1870.

Oh, that's when things got a mite civilized and romance seemed to go that

-way.

If you know what I mean. Yes, yes.

happened to my clothes?

Well, your fantasy was to experience the real West, Mr. Campbell.

What you are now wearing is completely authentic.

That cow pony over there is likewise authentic, though it is not cut from the

same mold as those you ride daily in Central Park.

His name is Pancho, by the way.

That's a nice looking horse.

Oh, yes.

Okay, what do I do now?

What you do now, Mr. Campbell, is to look over there.

as a truck dune in 1870. The brakes are gone!

Pardon me, Deb.

Hold on.

Hold

on.

Are you all right?

Thanks, stranger.

You saved our lives.

Yeah, that was really brave of you.

You've done it.

You've really done it, Mr. Rock. Thank you. You certainly have.

This place gives me the creeps.

Oh, it's his house. I can feel it.

Oh, can we go in, please?

Mm -hmm.

Must we?

It's immaculate.

Well, this is the Baron's castle, yes.

Reconstructed exactly as it was over 150 years ago before it burned down.

They're going inside.

Knock that off, will you, Fix? I told you before, no drinking on the job. Come

on. We are being paid a lot of bucks by her company's number one competitor to

find out what she is doing here on Fantasy Island, okay?

Here's to Baron Frankenstein and all his little monsters.

Mr. Pink, but in this room, life was created from the dead.

Not exactly in this room, Doctor.

Behind that door.

And with such primitive equipment.

Yes.

Doctor, I must warn you.

No one knows all that happened here.

Now, will you two please stop worrying about me?

I'm home.

But there's no phone. No electricity.

Maybe you better come back with us.

I think I've taken up enough of your time.

Now, if you two will please just show yourselves out, I'll get on with my

research.

As you wish, Doctor.

Julie.

How's a great supper, Mom?

Oh, thank you, son.

Time you got started on your homework.

That's a fine -looking boy.

Equally a fine -looking mom who knows how to cook. Don't you, Mrs. Blair?

Well, thank you, but please call me Maggie. It's short for Margaret.

As for the meal, it's part of the job.

Job? Job.

Didn't Mr. Rourke tell you?

No, he didn't. As a matter of fact, Mr. Rourke neglected to tell me a lot of

things. You're the hired hand he promised me.

I expect an honest day's work for an honest day's pay.

Now, hold it, Mrs. Blair.

Maggie, I didn't come all this way to be a hand, hired or otherwise.

You made a deal, and I aim to hold you to it.

I'm really a wealthy insurance executive on vacation.

Dressed like a flat broke cowpoke just to fool the public, right?

Well, something did happen to my own clothes, yeah.

They just sort of disappeared.

Exactly.

Motorcycles? How's that?

Just off -road riders.

An evil -looking bunch.

Well, we get lots of them out here these days. But pay them no mind.

Maggie, where are you from?

Missouri. The Ozarks.

Is there a Mr. Blair?

One. Sam's in the cemetery over at Wilson's Bend.

He spent five years breaking his back to clear this land.

Pneumonia from digging postholes in the rain. That's pretty much what done him

in. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Joe, would two extra days here make any difference in your plans?

Well, uh... Six dollars is an advance on your salary. Good

faith money.

Maggie, I told you before.

I work for an insurance company.

And last year I made nearly $200 ,000.

You don't believe me, do you?

No.

At least the wages are 1870.

I'm more and more convinced that Baron Frankenstein had no interest in creating

living beings from the dead.

I am beginning to wonder if he was seeking the key to immortality.

Well, the very thought of it sends my mind reeling.

But I find several references to everlasting life in his papers.

Here's the quote that he jotted down from Lord Byron.

I feel my immortality o 'ersweeping all pains, all tears, all times, all fears,

and feel like the eternal thunder of the deep into my ears.

Mr. Rock, is that you?

Julie?

Hey, old man.

What's happening?

If you're addressing me, the name is not old man.

Wrong.

Your name's whatever I decide it'll be.

Did you come here for any particular reason?

Yeah.

That's the reason I came here.

I don't think it's a very good one.

Well, then why don't you do something about it, old man?

Have some fun.

I'm going to have some fun with them, Flint.

Stop or I'll shoot!

All right, let him go! And get on your bikes and right out of here!

You better do what Josh says.

That's a double -barreled, 12 -gauge shotgun.

And it can blow a king -size hole in just about anything, including scum the

likes of you.

Let the old man go, Flint.

Start looking over your shoulder, old man, because I'm coming back.

Good night.

Thanks, son. I was getting a little nervous there.

You were getting nervous? What about me?

I forgot when my dad kept the shells.

Well, you are a gutsy guy.

That's one I owe you.

Well, it's something I owe you.

The rotor, I took it off the tractor.

What'd you do that for?

Well, the sooner you get the plowing done, the sooner you'll be leaving us.

So?

So maybe I don't want you to leave.

Maybe I want you to stay.

Mom feels the same way.

Hmm.

The tomatoes look fresh.

I have a small garden.

I cannot go to the store. I would

frighten people.

townspeople came after me with torches.

And the baron pushed me into

the river.

Do you have a name?

Name?

Have a chicken and a goat.

I should like to see them sometime.

May I ask you some more questions?

How long have you lived here?

Since the baron died.

150 years.

Well, you see, the average lifespan is only about half that.

So the Baron must have discovered some genetic secrets that we don't know

How old are you?

What is it?

I heard something.

You bought people.

No, I didn't. I came alone. I swear.

I wouldn't lie to you.

Yeah! See anything?

Let's get the hell out of here!

I know who it is!

It was real, wasn't it?

Like some gosh -awful sideshow freak.

A sideshow?

People lined up with money. We'll make a fortune.

Millions.

Aren't you forgetting one minor detail?

How do we get it to cooperate? Did you see the size of that sucker?

All we need is a cage, a big one. Then we got him.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Who are they?

They're tourists, probably.

They lost their way.

People run from me.

I know how lonely and confused you must be.

But that's over.

When I leave here, you're coming with me.

You'll be famous.

You will be living proof that man can conquer the secret of eternal life.

You.

will offer the world hope.

And you can end the horrible stories about Baron Frankenstein.

Hey, Matt, didn't you hear the lady?

I heard, Mr. Campbell, but she's wrong.

That you, Rock?

Mrs. Blair does need something.

I need something.

I need to get out of this no -account, one -horse rip -off of a fantasy right

now. Oh.

I'm so sorry. That is quite impossible.

Once started, a fantasy must run to its conclusion.

Even though it's the wrong kind?

What do you mean?

Oh, have you fouled me up, Mr. Rock.

I wanted to see the old West like it really was.

Oh, I beg to differ with you, Mr. Campbell.

You did not request to experience the old West.

The term you used was the real West.

But this isn't any kind of West.

That woman has got me planting and plowing and splitting rails on this no

piece of ground that even the weeds can't wait to tumble off fast enough.

That's what the real West is all about, Mr. Campbell. A very hard, difficult

life. A constant struggle often ending in failure.

But in spite of everything, true Westerners somehow endure.

Yeah, maybe so, but... I have delivered your fantasy, Mr. Campbell. Wrong.

This is not the West like I know it to be. It wasn't built on drudgery.

Men. Men built it. Real men.

But there was also something called commitment, Mr. Campbell.

A quality you seem to lack.

What? I lack commitment?

Yes, sir.

Look, I have lived in the city for 20 years and have worked for the same

18 years. And for all those years, you have been a drifter.

An emotional drifter.

A what? An emotional drifter.

One who keeps running from person to person. Mr. Campbell, you are 40 years

age. Yet, you've never been married, not even engaged.

Your personal life is totally void of close relationships.

But Mr. Rock... Mix this seed with the other type.

It's a new, sturdy strain recently developed.

It will take root in the driest, tiniest soil.

In a few weeks, it will cover the entire eastern slope.

all the way up to the ridge.

That is, if those crazy bikers don't come swooping down here and tear

apart. If that happens, why don't you ask yourself a question?

What question?

What would Duke Wayne do in a situation such as this?

Good luck.

Dr. Frankenstein, not once did you ever mention any plans to take him away from

this place.

I didn't know he was here.

Indeed. Did you not specifically insist that every detail, every detail of his

laboratory be duplicated?

Yes, but I never once for a moment imagined that... Mr. Rourke, are you by

chance putting me on?

I mean, he doesn't even look like... Or like the monster of the movie.

My dear doctor, this is not the world of make -believe.

We are dealing with real life.

Well, I still don't understand why you're so upset. I mean, he wants to go

me. He wants, doctor, what every child wants, to please the adults around him.

Well, he's not afraid.

Dr. Frankenstein, the world will see him as he is, and people will react

predictably. Some will be horrified, some will laugh, and some

will taunt him cruelly.

The way they have taunted you about your name all your life. No, Doctor, no.

No, he must not leave here.

Look, I have no intention of putting him on public display.

He is a biological miracle.

He'll be studied by scientists and very well cared for.

Doctor, I fear your desire to rid your family name of ridicule has blinded you.

This entity is a living creature.

He has a human beating heart.

He may even have a soul.

Someone once said, there is nothing ugly.

I never saw an ugly thing in my life.

For let the form of an object be what it may.

Light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.

Oh, these poor feet of mine.

I feel like I've worn them right up to my kneecaps.

Well, what could a body expect if you write up a few fancy insurance policies?

You still don't believe me, do you?

Look, if you want to play make -believe, you go right on and have at it.

Just so long as I get an honest day's work out of you.

Hey, Maggie, you know I was wondering.

You know those bikers, why do they keep showing up around here?

Oh, kids is all.

That's not all.

You're frightened of them a lot. Now, why?

Well, they rustled one of my steers.

I got the sheriff after him, but he had no proof.

And now they got it in for me.

Well, that husband of yours, he sure saddled you with a lot of trouble,

he?

No money, a stony piece of ground and a boy to raise.

And a half -finished house.

Well, Sam.

meant well.

You any good at fixing roofs?

Now, hold it, lady.

This hired hand is retiring tomorrow evening, the minute I'm through sewing

eastern pasture.

Well, you can't blame a body for trying.

Maggie, I know it's none of my business, but why don't you sell this place?

You know, you are absolutely right, Joel.

It is none of your business.

You just do the job I hired you to do.

Now listen to me, lady. You didn't hire me to do any job. Rock didn't hire me.

Nobody else hired me. You were in trouble and I was trying to help you

Then just finish the job you started and go on your way wherever you're going.

Thanks. I'm going to do just that.

Look, Joel.

Joel.

I'm sorry.

I'm just all tuckered out tonight and I'm worried.

I just want to keep things going.

Bring in one good harvest.

I know we can survive.

Make this the place that Sam always dreamed of.

Would you help me, please?

Well, I'll think about it.

Hi.

Listen to this.

I keep six honest, serving men.

They taught me all I knew.

Their names are what and why and when and how and where and who.

Oh, it's only a poem.

You don't have to understand it.

Poems are about the way people feel about things.

Did the Baron make that?

No. Dan cannot know how I feel.

Sit down.

Over the fence.

Why did the cat jump?

I don't know why.

I'm just teaching you to read it.

You and Mr. Rock are my friends.

You must teach me before...

I go to live with people.

Go?

But you can't. You know that.

He'll get into trouble. People will hurt him.

Julie, I'm going to take care of him myself.

Now, I know how Mr. Rourke feels about it, and I've thought it all over.

He'll be perfectly safe with me.

He's just...

Too valuable to science to remain here undiscovered for centuries.

You're absolutely right, Doctor.

Come on,

let's go.

Who are you? What do you want? Come on, move it. You too, Doc. Let's go.

Come on, come on.

Keep moving or we kill the women. Come on.

What about her? Forget her. Come on. Woo.

Woo.

Mr.

Rock.

Mr. Rock.

Come on. Come on. Move. Move.

In the truck.

Finally made contact.

The boat will be here in an hour.

Won't be too soon for me, huh?

Maybe

we

should take it.

am your friend.

You were created to be superior.

The Baron would not like it if you do something to destroy his hopes and

aspirations for you.

Mr. Rourke, he's hurt.

He has been hurt each time he ventured into a world that was not prepared to

accept him, Doctor.

In the Baron's castle, he's only a part of literature.

But there he is safe.

You must make him understand that.

All right.

I'll talk to him.

Oh, thanks a lot, Mr. Rourke.

I really know how to fulfill a fantasy.

help you?

Go.

Go. Please.

I want to help you.

Your friends put me in a cage.

But they're not my friends. I tried to tell you they're not my friends. I don't

know who they are.

Why do people hurt?

It's not your fault.

People don't understand you.

Why do people hurt what they do not

understand?

Sometimes people are like that.

That's why I have to leave here as soon as possible.

You will take me?

With you I can't take you back with me

I

Would even let you put me

the cage You're safe

here

With your garden and your coat and your chicken.

And Mr. Rourke.

He can protect you so much better than I can.

But... I want to see you.

When you want to see me, you close your eyes.

And I'll be there.

And I will try to come back as often as I can.

And maybe I can even bring some more friends with me.

Oh, don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid. It won't hurt you.

It'll help you sleep and feel better.

It's done.

You really figure this new seat'll work?

Well, the old gaffer in the tinker's wagon, he says it would.

Well, we want to thank you, Joe Campbell.

Now, I want to talk to you about that roof.

Oh, no, Maggie.

No, no, I got to move on.

Must you?

Really? Oh, please stay.

We like you a whole lot.

Well, I like you both, too, but... Well, I want to see what's on the other side

of that ridge.

Well, here's the rest of your money.

Maggie, you keep it.

Some saddle tramp will come by and you could pay him to fix a roof.

Joel, isn't there anything I can say that would keep you?

No, no.

Helen ain't gonna help. You watch Mom.

What would John Wayne do in a situation such as this?

Since you're on private land, I suggest you move out.

Move?

Sure, we'll move.

Let's move it, partner.

All right, you creeps.

Get on your bikes and climb over that ridge and don't look back.

You hear?

I hear.

It's not so bad. The three of us can put it right.

Three of us?

Oh, no.

I got it right.

But there's just too much work. It never ends.

Besides, it's right nice having a man around again.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Your fantasy is over, Mr. Campbell.

Ready to go back?

I'm not so sure.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Well, I'd like to ask a special favor.

Oh?

Like you said, I've never been very good about making commitments.

And you are now thinking about making a commitment?

Yes, Mr. Rock.

I'd like to make a commitment to Maggie, to Josh, and to this no -good,

dried -up, wheat -filled ground that I'd like to turn into another Garden of

Eden.

In short, you are asking my permission to become a permanent resident of

Island. And a committed one.

Yes, I am.

They need you, Mr. Campbell.

And you need them.

Permission granted.

Thank you both.

I'm so loaded down with photographs and tapes and transcripts.

No one will ever laugh at the Baron's name again.

Your new friend is going to miss you.

I'm going to have my company build a laboratory here.

I think I can convince them that the secret of agelessness is right here on

island.

And I'll be able to spend part of the year with him and his garden.

He will wait patiently.

Safely.

Julie, read poems to him about good people.

I promise.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Julie, you have performed admirably.

Thank you. I'd like to buy you dinner tonight.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

But I think I should spend some time with a friend who's a bit sad just now.

Very well.

Shall we make a dinner for three?