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Don't bother the princess.

Thank you.

Yes, Captain.

You have permission to come ashore.

Seven more years have passed, Rock.

Again, I bid welcome to Captain Heinrich Van Hortman, Wanderer of the Seven

Seas, the legendary Flying Dutchman.

What can I do for you, Captain?

Give me a fantasy, Rock.

A fantasy of my own.

One that will free me of my curse of endless wandering.

Only love can lift your curse, Captain.

Is it then your fantasy to find love?

Yes.

For God's sake, help me, man.

Smile. Smile.

Smile, everyone.

Miss Laura Miles from Terre Haute, Indiana.

Test your powers of the doctrine, Julie. What can you tell me about her?

Hmm.

She's successful.

Very. The self -made president of her own company.

Very sharp and stylish.

I'd guess the clothing business.

Excellent, Julie.

Excellent. She's a designer with her own line of leisure wear.

I bet her fantasy is to find love.

It is her fantasy to meet a different type of man. Old -fashioned and self

-reliant, yet with bash and flair.

Do you have the kind of man she wants, Mr. Rourke?

Oh, indeed I do, Julie.

Unfortunately, he is one whose fantasy is also to find love for his special

need, which may require Miss Miles to be willing to make an ultimate commitment

and sacrifice.

Mr. Ronald Price and his wife Elaine from Humboldt, Nebraska.

Mr. Price, who's a youth welfare worker by profession, is working to fulfill his

dream of creating a wonderful free home for orphans.

Well, that's an easy one to guess. His fantasy is to have you help him.

Close, but it's actually Mrs. Price's fantasy that her husband be granted

whatever it takes for him to accomplish his unselfish goal.

However, there is one complication.

A tough one, Mr. Rourke?

Very tough indeed.

You see, Mr. Price suffers from a lack of self -confidence.

His last chance to raise the necessary funds are to convince Mr.

J .D. Stoneman to finance the entire project.

You mean the J .D. Stoneman you told me about?

Yes. Well, from what you told me, he's the world's original skin -flint

tightwad. Yes.

Lots of luck.

Yes, we will need luck.

And some very, very special assistance.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Is he really the Flying Dutchman? Oh, yes, Julie.

He is and was Captain Van Horten of the Royal Holland Navy.

What was his crime?

Frustrated by headwinds in his pursuit of the Spanish fleet around Cape Horn,

defied the heavens and got himself for denying the victory he felt belonged to

him.

For this blasphemy, he was condemned to endlessly repeat that voyage and to

always fail in his attempt to sail around Cape Horn against the stormy

I can be released, can't I, Mr. Rourke? Yes.

Once each seven years, the captain is allowed to leave his ship for two short

days to search for a woman's love, a supreme love which will cancel out his

and set him free.

Finally, to sail around that cursed cape and find peace at last.

I think many women could fall in love with you, Captain.

What?

Totally?

Sacrificially? To the death?

In 300 years, I haven't found her.

But I will.

This time I will, won't I, Rourke?

We shall see, Captain.

We shall see.

Why can't I go with you? I am sorry, Julie, but as I explained, the assistant

need to help Mrs. Price realize her fantasy is very special and requires a

delicacy of approach.

Why do I get the feeling you're holding out on me?

I have no idea.

Good luck.

Thank you.

You are not thinking of following me, of course.

Who, me? Yes.

As long as you are here, you may as well satisfy your female curiosity, Julie.

I uncrossed my heart. So I see.

Now, please, complete silence.

Hello, Roar.

It's been a long, long time.

Much too long.

Oh, you have never met my assistant, Julie.

May I present Miss Harbinger, who has come to provide the special assistance I

mentioned.

Hello, Junior.

It works.

Like an angel.

So, you see, Mrs. Price, Miss Harbinger's long background of

accomplishment in sales work of the highest order.

will be an invaluable aid in preparing your husband for his interview with Mr.

Stallman. I'm sure you must know what you're doing, Mr. Rourke.

And Miss Harbinger is more than charming.

But is charm all it's going to take?

This fantasy took our last dollar, and this is Ron's very last chance.

Any goal of value takes more than mere charm, Miss Price.

He will take great confidence and assurance in himself on the part of your

husband. And that is precisely where Miss Harbinger can be of the greatest

assistance to him.

I'm delighted that I can help.

Oh, by the way, where is your husband?

Mr. Thurman wouldn't talk to him on the telephone. So Ron's sending him a

telegram asking for an appointment.

Oh, I see.

Do you think he'll get it?

Oh, I'm certain he will.

In the end, Mr. Stoneman always accepts an appointment.

Saying no in person is his only source of amusement.

So I'm told.

Honey!

Here's a copy of the telegram I gave to Rose. He can't refuse it. It's full of

civility. Mr. Rice.

Oh, hi, Mr. Roy. Excuse me. May I present your new assistant, Miss

I'm so looking forward to working with you, Mr. Price.

Me too.

I mean, thank you.

Yes, well, I suggest the three of you consult immediately on the most

appropriate strategy of presenting your proposal.

Perhaps a study of Mr. Stallman's psychological profile, which I can

will be helpful.

Ron, don't you think Mr. Rourke's suggestion is a good one?

What?

Oh, no.

No, let's not, dear.

Later.

Well, I hope you don't think I'm pushing things, but, uh, the...

Gentlemen of my fantasy?

When will I meet him, Mr. Rourke?

Soon, Miss Miles.

Soon.

Will I like him?

I don't mean to sound cynical, but... Well, I'm used to high hopes and low

-offs. Oh, you could write a whole opera about this man.

What?

What Julie means is, as you wished.

The captain will be very different from the type of man to whom you're

accustomed.

Captain? Is he in the Navy?

Oh, you could say that.

Please, Mr. Rourke, you wouldn't stick me with some sailor on shore leave.

That's not what I'm accustomed to in men.

It's not what I want either.

Now, come on, what did he do for a living?

I can tell you no more about him at this time.

Any mystery about himself, I'll leave it to him to tell you. If he chooses.

This

is Laura

Miles. I present Captain Henrik van Horten.

Captain.

A great pleasure, madam.

Laura, please.

Oh, forgive me. My etiquette may be a little rusty. I don't have much

opportunity to meet and talk to beautiful ladies.

You're doing just fine.

Oh, if you won't take offense, I brought you a present.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Spanish, 17th century, I believe.

Oh, Captain, I really can't accept this present from you.

It would please me very much if you would.

Brooke, perhaps you'll put it on her, eh?

That should be your pleasure, Captain.

Well, you seem to be getting on well, so if you'll excuse us.

Nothing like a $100 ,000 necklace to get a girl's attention.

I bet she falls in love with him.

They must try to make that happen before he can ask her to marry him.

Naturally. But there is more to it than that, Julie.

Marriage would free him of his curse and let him finally find peace, but only if

she would be willing to die for him before they wed.

Die? Well, Mr. Rourke, shouldn't we warn her?

The captain is a tortured man.

He must soon tell her the truth.

Always before that confession has cost him the love he so desperately needs.

If I could only make this Doneman be with my eye.

See the faith of those kids. But to tell you the truth, I'm so afraid of failure

that I'm scared to death of him.

He can't be that bad.

Oh, yeah?

You read this profile Mr. Roark gave us? This guy's a scrooge. Fagin, Shylock,

rolled up all into one sour old lemon.

Honey, I've seen you squeeze the juice out of old lemons before.

Elaine's right.

All you have to do is concentrate on all the wonderful things that money can do.

Think of what you can accomplish.

And then, without fear or doubt, make it happen.

Believe I can do it?

Yes.

Think of yourself as...

You must make the ultimate effort. That's very important.

I'm trying.

I'm trying.

Ron, I don't think this self -hypnosis approach is a good idea.

Wait. Wait. I can feel it.

I can feel it.

Yes.

Yes. I can do it.

I can do it. I can do it. Oh, I know I can.

Harbinger, thank you.

Your idea was perfect.

Wasn't it, Elaine?

Oh, yeah.

Perfect.

Hello.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. Thank you. Yes.

I'll tell him. Thank you.

Ron, that was Mr.

Stoneman's secretary.

He wants to see you tonight at 8 o 'clock.

It's all coming together.

Uh -huh.

Oh, thank you, Miss Harbinger. Thank you. Thank you.

You're fantastic.

I love the sea.

Since it seems to be your business, I guess you do too.

Sometimes.

Oh, you dream of a sea like this.

Calm. The water warm and caressing.

But as in life, there are other seas.

Less inviting.

When it was dark.

When it was cold and set against you.

A bitter wind forever in your face.

But we're here now.

So we are.

So we are.

What Mr. Rourke calls a picnic would be a meal in a three -star restaurant

anywhere else.

Oh, he does things well, this Mr. Rourke.

Wine.

Thank you.

Tell me about yourself.

Oh, I'd rather hear about you.

You know, you're very beautiful.

I'm surprised there's not some... some special man in your life.

You mean, why did I have to come here and have Mr. Rourke arrange our meeting?

Something like that.

Oh, there have been men, just not the ones I wanted.

I was married once. He was a nice kid.

We were both building a business, and it got in the way.

Do you really want to hear this?

Yes. Well, there were a few others.

More because I felt I should than because I really wanted to.

There's only one on the edge now.

Bill Bain.

Another nice guy.

Stockbroker, jogs a lot, good at what he does.

Feels a bit too proprietary about me, but he's usually fun to be around.

But you're not in love with him.

He's in love with me.

I know that shouldn't make any difference, but...

It does a little.

Well, that's it.

Now I want to hear about you.

This is the only thing I want to say.

Stoneman will see you now.

Thank you.

This way, please.

You like tropical plants?

Oh, yes, sir. I love them.

Well, I hate them myself.

That's the only thing that'll grow in here. I have a rare blood condition

eating things hot.

Still, I'm freezing all the time.

It's a damn nuisance.

You'd be amazed, Mr. Price, how similar plant life is to human life. Same law of

the jungle.

Creepers, suckers, strange blooms, and dark corners is disgusting.

I froze for 20 years making my money in the Alaskan oil fields. And look at me

now.

I'll go to hell with it. What do you want my money for?

Well, sir, it's not for myself. I'd like to say that right out in front.

That only convinces me you're a damn fool. What do you want my money for?

It's for a bunch of kids.

Homeless, kicked around kids. They have no one to fight for them.

101. I thought it was a little chilly.

I'm a youth welfare worker.

I could buy a piece of farmland, good land. It'll produce.

I could build houses, barns, barracks, everything. And the kids will help make

it into a paying operation. The answer is no, Mr. Price.

I could give you some background, tell you about the kids.

I've got the facts, the figures. Well, I've heard the facts and figures over

over again, four or five times a year. Same facts, same figures. And my

always the same, too. No, no, no.

Let's be sure you shut the door.

This way, sir.

Hi,

Julie.

Good evening, Captain, Miss Miles. Can I get you anything?

At this moment, I think I have everything I want.

Mr. Roark, my name is Baines, Bill Baines. I'm looking for Laura Miles.

Her office told me she'd come to Fantasy Island. Oh, yes.

Yes, Mr. Baines. She's seated right over there.

Have a nice evening. Thank you.

Hello, Laura.

Bill. I want to talk to you.

Captain Hortman, this is my friend, Bill Bain.

My pleasure.

I want to talk to you now.

Would you like to be alone?

No.

Yes, we do want to be alone.

Let her go.

It's all right. I can handle it.

Stay out of this, fella.

You're just a weekend romance, but I care about her.

We have something personal to settle.

Captain! That's enough.

What is the matter with you?

I told you I could handle it.

I'm sorry I couldn't.

Let him go, Miss Miles.

Mr. Rourke, why would he do that?

Certainly not because he loves me.

Only he can answer that, Miss Miles.

I'm sorry if I hurt him.

It wasn't necessary.

Do you love me?

Laura, look into my eyes.

Is that what you want from me?

That's what I want for us.

Will you marry me?

She loves me, Rourke. She told me so last night.

She said she'll marry me. I see.

Have you told her who you are?

Not yet.

I'm sorry, but you know that is required.

Well, I will, I will, but, Rourke, think of it. To be free, to be at peace, it's

almost in my grasp.

You say she loves you.

Do you love her?

That, too, is required.

Yes, by heaven, I do, totally and completely.

Then you must ask her if she's willing to give up her life for the sake of your

love.

No, Rourke, not again. You've got to help me, please.

You know I can't.

I don't know why these conditions exist for you, but they do.

They cannot be altered.

But I need time. I need some time to think it out.

You don't have that either.

The man you hurt is in the hospital. The island police are looking for you right

now.

Well, then it's useless.

No hope.

I'm doomed for all eternity.

When do I have to leave?

Before the day is over.

I will send Miss Miles to you.

I don't need any more hurt, Rock.

But you made her love you, and she therefore has the right to know.

I was so sure when I went to see Mr.

Stoneman. I knew I could sell him.

But then in that greenhouse, somehow everything just seemed to melt away,

including me.

But you tried, Ron. That was an absolutely necessary step, and you did

best. It wasn't enough.

I let the kids down. I let Elaine and myself down. But most of all, I let you

down. No, Ron, I'm proud of you. You conquered your fear, and you tried.

You know, it's strange.

Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I could take on the whole world and win.

That's very flattering, but you don't need me. All you need is to... I know.

Think of myself as perfect.

And you're the one that's really perfect.

Almost, but not quite.

Captain? Yes, I'm here.

Just listen to me.

Later on, you can ask Mr. Rourke. He'll tell you that it's all true.

This uniform is me.

It's what I am.

My name is Heinrich von Hortmann. I was born in 1643.

I have always been known as the Flying Dutchman.

Many years ago, I was condemned to a great task.

And the only way I could be set free, to be at peace, would be for a woman to

love me.

A woman willing to give up her life to marry me.

Are you asking me to do that?

To give up my life? No, my darling, I love you.

Even if you agreed, I could not do that.

Give me time to think.

Cursed time.

Either an eternity of it or the last few minutes slipping through your fingers.

Mr. Rook said there is no time left for me.

For us.

And he was right.

All your Miss Harbinger did was give Ron a stupid pep talk about how perfect he

was, and he went flying off on a pink cloud and blew it.

He blew his big chance, Mr. Rourke. Oh, now, come, Miss Price. I'm sure things

are not as dark as you paint them.

Dark? They're black.

Mr. Stoneman wouldn't even listen to him.

Hmm.

Have you consulted Miss Harbinger?

Ron is doing that.

He barely spoke to me and ran off for her to comfort him.

Fast as his legs could carry him.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but do I detect just a little trace of jealousy in Mrs.

Price?

Of her?

Yes.

Why should I be jealous of somebody absolutely stunningly gorgeous who has

husband crawling around on his hands and knees after her as if she was some kind

of angel?

I assure you, everything will work out.

Yeah?

Yes. But for whom?

This fantasy isn't at all the way I thought it would be.

The only thing fantastic so far is her.

Oh, look, Mr. Rourke, I know how I must sound.

But all I care about is my husband and his dream for those kids.

Well, I've seen things you wouldn't believe. I've gone into places that

tear your heart out.

He cares, Mr. Rourke.

And he deserves help from somebody.

You can give him that help, Mrs. Price.

Just as well as she can.

Me? Yes, you can.

Go to him now.

Tell him you love him.

Tell him to try again.

I will.

Thank you. Welcome.

Thank you.

Uh, we were just talking.

You'll get your money and your phone. Just wait and see.

I hope she knows something that we don't.

I know something.

I love you, Ron Price.

And we're not giving up.

I want you to make another appointment with Mr. Stoneman.

Mr. Stoneman doesn't want to talk to me. Oh, come on, honey.

We're going to send him another telegram, and we're going to make

appointment.

He'll be all right.

Hi.

Hello.

Your friend is strong as a bull.

Laura.

I always thought we could make it together.

Felt I was right for you.

I guess that's what makes horse races.

Differences of opinion, I mean.

We could have had a good life.

Not very exciting, maybe, but that's what I wanted.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

If you really think that guy's right for you, that's good enough for me.

Thanks, Bill.

Where's the captain?

Mr. Worker's saying goodbye to him at the lagoon.

Miss Miles?

I think it's too late.

I've got to see him.

This is the scout.

Miss Harbinger, sir.

This is a great imposition, young lady. I told my man seven to make no

appointments. I said that I wanted to be...

You say your name was?

Miss Arbinger.

Somehow seem familiar.

Have you ever been to Alaska?

Oh, yes.

Many times.

That must be it then.

Rooster! Rooster!

Rooster, bring something for this young lady to sit upon and bring her a nice

drink and turn that damp... I'm sorry.

Thermostat down.

Thank you, but I'm very comfortable.

As a matter of fact, I'm quite impervious to heat.

Rooster, did you hear that?

Oh, by God, so am I.

Now then, how much money did you want, Miss Harbinger?

Strange you should mention money.

But I knew you were a generous, kind, and loving man the instant I saw you

among your marvelous plants.

You're a very discerning young woman, and very beautiful, too.

Very beautiful.

I have a friend.

He has such wonderful plans to provide a country home for orphans.

Splendid. That's all I need to hear. I like it.

I knew you would.

It would require at least two million dollars.

Make it three for contingencies.

What is your young friend's name?

Ronald Price.

Oh, I know him.

Splendid young man, splendid. You just send him to me and we'll draw up the

papers. All the happiness you will give will return to you five score.

Thank you, Donald.

my friend.

I'll not come this way again.

Goodbye, Captain.

Wait!

Oh, I'm going with you.

No, I'll not let you sacrifice your life for me. But don't you see?

Without you, I will have no life.

Rourke, I don't want her to die. Talk some sense to her, please.

Perhaps it is time I spoke sense to both of you.

There is no need for her to die.

But the curse stipulates she has to die in order to share my love.

I beg to differ with you, Captain.

The curse stipulates that a woman must be willing to die as a measure of her

love. But don't you see?

Willing to are the key words.

And I am totally willing.

She doesn't have to die.

And I've sailed the endless storm -tossed seas for 300 years, searching

Yes, my darling.

And now I am here forever.

Once again, goodbye, old friend.

Now, there'll be no need for me to come this way again, will there?

No.

No, goodbye, Captain.

Miss Miles.

Thanks, Mr. Rourke.

Julie.

Bon voyage.

What happens now?

The Flying Dutchman will now round Cape Horn at long last.

Will they be happy, Mr. Rourke?

Oh, yes, Julie. They both share the fantasy to find love.

Now that they have, they will live happily ever after.

Now, don't forget what we discussed.

Don't give him a chance to say no.

Right. Hit him fast and hard with our idea up front.

I'm not afraid.

I have no doubt.

No doubt.

Just listen to me, sir.

I want to show you these plans for the children's farm. The J .D.

Stoneman's children's farm. That's right, sir.

Named after you, his benefactor. A ranch where hundreds of neglected boys and

girls could... I can hear you, young man. I can hear you.

It's a marvelous idea.

Marvelous. We'll make it five million dollars. This is a damn... Excuse me.

Inflation is robbing us all, you know.

If there was someone I wanted you to meet...

Brewster, Brewster, will you turn down that thermostat? You will suffocate

people. My God, it's hot in here.

I'm hot.

I'm burning up.

I'm cured.

I'm cured.

I should have seen him, Mr. Roark.

It was miraculous the way Ron overwhelmed Mr. Stoneman. I couldn't

myself. But I couldn't have done it without Elaine's support, pep talks,

all, her love.

Yes, love is the most important ingredient of all, isn't it?

I think Elaine's idea of calling it the J .D. Stoneman's Children's Farm was

what really did it.

I'll have it.

More champagne here.

Will you excuse me?

Of course, Mr. Rourke.

I was afraid you had already gone on to other work.

And not say goodbye to you?

Oh, no, Rourke.

You have performed well, as always.

They have already forgotten you.

Sometimes I wish I could stay just for a little while.

It would be so nice to walk with you, talk like we used to, once upon a

time, when the world was very young and we were young with it.

At your work.

At you.

Mr. and Mrs. Price, I understand the plans for your children's farm are all

completed. Yes.

Mr. Stoneman already made the deal on the land. Isn't that wonderful?

Wonderful? It's unbelievable.

Ever since J .D. came out of that green steam room of his, he's been a dynamo.

How can we ever thank you, Mr. Rourke?

By you and your husband continuing in your good work, Mrs. Price, by bringing

happiness, I know you will, to all those children.

I... I thought I heard a bell ringing.

Odd, so did I. I didn't hear anything.

Thanks again, Mr. Rourke. You're welcome, Miss Price.

Miss Price, goodbye.

We really did hear a bell, didn't we?

Possibly, Julie. Possibly a very special bell.

Or it could have been merely the echo of an old and distant memory.

On the other hand, perhaps you heard only the bell around the neck of your

friend over there.

Priscilla,

I thought it was you all the time.

Perhaps, Julie.