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Bye -bye.
Good morning, Bob. Good morning, Dr. Roo.
Good morning, Mr. Roo. Good morning, Julie.
Julie, didn't I ask you to air express that box to the San Diego Zoo?
That's the problem.
You should have told me what was in the box.
Don't tell me you opened it.
Uh -oh.
Well, how was I supposed to know it was full of live Fantasy Island butterflies?
Oh!
There goes one now!
Julie, we...
Smiles, everyone.
Smiles.
Who's that pretty lady?
Miss Clarissa Bevis, a social worker from Seattle, Washington.
No wonder more people move to Washington.
Yes. But strangely enough, she's lonely, Tattoo.
Miss Bevis has never found love.
Oh, that's too bad. What a waste.
Oh, indeed.
But you see, she is haunted.
Haunted by a man who does not exist.
Yes. That is why her fantasy is to meet Heathcliff, the strange and enigmatic
character in Wuthering Heights, one of the most popular books in the history of
English literature.
Heathcliff? Can we do that, boss?
Oh, yes, my friend.
Yes, we can most certainly grant Miss Bevis her fantasy, but only if she is
willing to risk everything, including her possible death.
Who is that, boss? His name is Mr. Francis Elkins, and he works as a window
dresser at an exclusive boutique.
Well, it seems he's become more than casually attracted to one of the
Mannequins he's been dressing.
You mean one of those dummies?
I don't think Mr. Elkins would appreciate that appellation, Tattoo.
But, boss, he's already living a fantasy.
Mr. Elkins' fantasy is to bring his mannequin to life so he may spend one
perfect weekend with her on Fantasy Island.
Tattoo, you are about to witness one of the most unusual and most delightful
fantasies we've ever had.
My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
Oh, Mr. Rourke, meeting Heathcliff, or someone like him, has been my dream
I was 13 years old.
Still doesn't seem possible that it's really going to happen at last.
And you think that meeting Heathcliff, perhaps experiencing the kind of love he
had for Kathy in the novel, will free you of your fixation so you may find
love, huh?
Yes.
Tattoo?
Wuthering Heights, Miss Bevis.
I must warn you, your actions must not change Miss Bronte's classic book in any
way, including... including its conclusion.
I understand.
Then walk, Miss Bevis, down that pathway.
Where does it go?
Why, to Wuthering Heights, of course, in the year 1830.
Oh, this is wonderful.
It's Wuthering Heights, and I'm really here.
And there's Heathcliff.
If you value your pitiful life, Lenton, you'll get off my property.
I have remained silent these two months.
Since my wife Kathy's death, out of respect for her memory. Now may I remind
you, Heathcliff, this is my wife's rightful property.
It is therefore now mine.
I'll see you in hell before I give up Wuthering Heights to the likes of you. I
warn you, Heathcliff, I intend to have my rightful property one way
or another.
Wuthering Heights is no more your property, sir, than your wife was.
Pay for this, Heathcliff.
I swear it.
Heathcliff.
I'm not Kathy.
You are.
You are.
Oh, dear God, how can it be?
Kathy.
Kathy.
Well,
there she is, Mr. Rourke. I call her Courtney.
She's beautiful, isn't she?
Oh, indeed, Mr. Elkins.
Indeed.
And it's quite obvious to me that she's been alive to you for many years.
In your imagination, of course.
You're right about that.
I've been getting along fine with my work, but the price I pay is working a
at night, alone.
It must have been lonely for you.
It is, Mr. Rourke.
Courtney's been my only company, and I don't know how it happened, but all of a
sudden I started talking to her and confiding in her and, you know, figuring
ways to make her prettier.
She's been alive to me, all right.
I guess I even fell a little in love with her.
Crazy, huh?
Oh, I don't know.
It's been said that love is the most wonderful and the ultimate form of
Well, Mr. Elkins, are you ready for your fantasy to begin?
Yes, sir.
Now, this talisman...
It's a representation of an ancient goddess who, according to legend,
gave life to Pygmalion's statue of Galatea.
Hold it tightly in one hand, Mr. Elkins.
Now, go to the mannequin and place your other hand on her shoulder.
Repeat after me.
I command thee to awaken.
I command thee to awaken.
You're alive.
Thank you for giving me life.
Mr. Rourke, she's alive.
Oh, indeed.
Courtney, Mr. Rourke, how do you do? Hello. May I?
Thank you.
One final warning, my dear Mr. Elkins.
Your fantasy will end tomorrow at precisely 6 p .m.
Will you excuse me?
Yeah, sure.
You know...
Now that I'm mortal, I have all of the basic drives and desires and passions as
any other woman.
And I mean to take advantage of every minute as long as I'm here.
Well, I'll go along with that.
You know, there's some things one just can't do alone.
Well, I know what you mean.
Listen, why don't we go back to my bungalow and get you in a new outfit,
then I'll take you to lunch, okay?
Okay, whatever you say.
Warm and soft. Alive.
Alive, my Cathy.
Alive.
I'm not Cathy.
Not Cathy.
I have stood here each night at the foot of your portrait.
Have you forgotten what we are to each other?
Oh, no.
No, I haven't forgotten.
Not a single word.
More myself than I am.
You are, Cathy.
More myself than I am.
Heathcliff, I can only be with you for a little while. I can't stay... No.
No, Cathy. I lost you once.
And I won't live without you, I swear it.
I prefer my own death to the hellish void of yours.
I don't know how this happened or why, but you're here now. You're back.
And I will not lose you again.
Joseph!
Joseph!
Come see what miracle has befallen this wretched household.
It is impossible.
The work of the devil.
Devil or angel, who cares, you old fool?
Now go prepare the sitting room. We'll have our dinner there.
But stop gaping, man. Get to it.
Your mistress has come home.
Now I'll go tell Nellie to prepare a worthy feast for us. Everything must be
perfect for tonight.
Tonight?
The beginning of our new life together, Kathy.
Sweet Kathy.
We'll never be separated again, not in life, nor in death.
Well, Miss Bevis, I trust your fantasy is all you expected it to be.
Oh, Mr. O 'Rourke, am I glad to see you. Thank you.
Heathcliff is everything I expected, and more.
There's just one little problem.
Oh, and what is that?
He thinks I'm Cathy.
Well, then you should be delighted.
Oh, no, Mr. O 'Rourke, Cathy is dead.
He thinks I'm her, resurrected somehow.
Well, I tried to explain that I will only be here for a short while.
But he says he won't live without me.
When I leave, he means to die, Mr. Rourke.
Miss Bevis, I must remind you that this place and these people are merely images
from a powerful book.
Real to you, of course.
But still a fantasy.
I know that, Mr. Rourke.
What am I going to do about Heathcliff? I can't let him die.
Love is a strange and powerful emotion, Miss Bevis.
Trust in yourself, your emotions.
And before this weekend is over, you will find the answer in your own heart.
And in the book itself.
I'll try, Mr. Oak.
Mr. Oak?
Courtney? In here, Francis.
Are you decent?
What a silly question.
You said you were decent.
But I am decent.
I mean, I've always thought of myself as a good girl.
Yeah, but you don't have any clothes on.
Francis, you've seen me at least a hundred times without anything on.
Believe me, now it's different. I mean, you're... What, mortal?
Will you hand me that towel, please?
being's always so shy.
Well, this one is. Listen, I got a great idea. Why don't I meet you in about ten
minutes at the garden restaurant, okay?
Okay, whatever you say.
Oh, George, there
has got to be some live ones around here.
Goodness. Uh -huh.
Huh? Uh -huh. Yeah.
Harry. Yeah.
That's what I call a live one.
And she's probably just hanging around here waiting for an unattached guy like
me.
Hi, honey.
Mind if I sit down?
Please do.
Hawkins is the name.
Harry Hawkins. What's yours?
Courtney. Courtney.
Charming.
Where do you hail from, Courtney?
Bloomingdale's.
Bloomingdale. Ah, yes, that little town in Indiana.
I've heard of it.
Forgive me, but you've got the prettiest green eyes that I've ever seen.
Last week they were brown.
What? Oh, it was Francis' idea.
He just... Plucked out the brown ones and popped in the green ones.
You're putting me on, right?
Putting you on what?
Skip it. It's just an expression.
Who is this Francis guy?
He dresses and undresses me.
Sometimes two or three times a day.
And when we're really busy, Jacques and Michael help him.
You mean they just all pitch in and help?
Well, you don't look like a kind of a girl who would fool around like that. I
mean... You being so young and all that.
Young? Gosh, I'm going on six.
I was made in Boston.
Hey, hey.
You don't have to go into your personal life just because I sat down.
When I was moved to Cleveland, they gave me a new pair of legs.
They're much nicer than the old ones.
You gave me a new pair of legs, huh? Just like that?
Well, sure.
All my parts are interchangeable.
All of your parts?
In case they get worn out from too much handling.
She's a great little kidder, pal. I was just leaving. Excuse me.
George!
Why are they laughing?
Is it something I said?
Well, I think it's everything you said. Listen, I think you and I are going to
have to have a little talk.
Do you mind?
Do you mind?
Edgar, my boy, I think that you and Heathcliff should drop this eternal
quarrelling between you.
Particularly this little Cathy who's gone.
As an old friend of my family, Lord Wyndham, I'll forgive you for that
But I have no forgiveness in my soul for Heathcliff.
I shall chase him off the moor like the scoundrel he is.
Sorry to hear that.
Hatred is not good for a man's soul, you know.
Mine thrives on it, sir.
Forgive me, sir, but here's Joseph from Withering Heights with important news,
so he serves.
So, speak out, man. Miss Cathy's come back, risen from the grave she has Mr.
Edgar.
Well, she's sitting over there in Wuthering Heights this very minute, sir,
chatting with that devil Heathcliff and waiting for her tea.
Good heavens, he's got a woman. All right, then.
That's obvious.
Well, this is a very interesting development. Tell me, Joseph, does
believe that she is indeed Miss Cathy?
Oh, he be certain of it, sir.
Excellent.
I've got him now.
That'll be all, Joseph.
Thank you. I'll see that you're rewarded.
Well, don't you see it, sir?
What? Heathcliff is losing his mind.
And as magistrate of this county, you must see to it that he is put away where
he can do no harm.
Don't talk such nonsense. I mean, I've got to need proof.
I can't send that fellow to the asylum.
Because of a whim, because of prejudice, because of avarice?
Of course not, dear sir.
You don't fool me, Edgar.
I know that Wuthering Heights is a valuable farm with good land, sizable
And I know also that if Heathcliff is committed, you'll be able to reclaim the
property and your revenge would be complete.
All I ask of you, sir.
is if I prove to you that Heathcliff is indeed mad.
You'll do your duty.
I suppose you can rely on that, Edgar.
Meanwhile, I'll wish you good day.
Francis, isn't that... From the store? Uh -huh.
Okay, you can put it right there, please.
I did Anton's new spring line with them.
Mr. Rourke had them shipped over to use in a designer display and show for his
guests. Do you think it'd be all right if I said hello?
Yeah, well, sure, but listen, don't expect them to hear you.
I'll bet they will.
Oh, hello, Courtney.
Hi, Kitu.
Mr. Rourke told me to bring your friend.
These mannequins are for a fashion show.
They're lovely, aren't they?
Well, next to you.
They're just mannequins.
Goodbye.
Bye.
Hello, girls.
Mindy.
Sally.
Thibault. I bet you'd like to be mortal for a little while, too, wouldn't you?
I'll be back.
Oh, it's so beautiful here.
Just the way I always dreamed it would be, Heathcliff.
To stay with you here forever would be heaven.
It's impossible.
No, nothing's impossible, Kathy.
Our love cannot be dissuaded by time or chance or anything of this earth.
It will endure like the moors out there forever.
Oh, Heathcliff, it could only be... No ifs.
We'll wander the moors this very night.
We'll catch the night wind in our hands and the stars in our hair, Kathy, and
we'll love.
Oh, yes, Heathcliff, yes.
Come with me.
How dare you trespass in this house?
My God.
I've come for my wife.
Edgar? Yes, I'm Edgar, your husband.
I've come to take you home to Thrushcross Green.
And I'll see you in hell first.
Kathy is mine.
Well, if she is indeed Kathy, she belongs with her husband.
Take her.
No!
It's been a long time, Heathcliff.
I look forward this night to exercise my husbandly privilege.
I command thee to awaken.
Triple.
Sally.
Triple.
Now.
Being mortified? Have you met any men yet? What does a lifeguard look like? Is
he cute?
Listen, I'll answer all of your questions later, but right now you'd
out of here before you get caught. Now, come on, follow me.
A
job
well done, Mr. Felcher, deserves a reward.
I had some refreshments ordered for our eventual return, but since we have
nothing to do but wait for the magistrate, I suggest you and your men
the kitchen.
Why are you doing this?
Let me explain, please.
You've been found out, lass.
You and your charade, for whatever reason.
Now you've not but to suffer the consequences.
Take them to the kitchen and summon me at once when the magistrate arrives.
Yes, Mr. Edgar.
Please, let me explain.
You don't understand.
On the contrary, my dear.
I understand very well.
If so, like her.
I can't believe my eyes.
Beautiful.
Desirable.
You have no right.
I have every right.
You pose as my wife.
You'll only make matters worse, my dear, by fighting me.
If you fight me, I shall have to break you.
Like I'm going to break that beloved beggar of yours.
Like this.
Mr. Edgar, sir, the magistrate is here.
I'll be right there.
Honor calls, my sweet.
And revenge.
I want you to be patient until my return.
to continue.
Did you do that?
Bring them to life?
Oh, I just hope they don't get in any kind of trouble.
Well, how is everything going, Mr. Elkins? Oh, fine, Mr. Rock, just fine.
I'm delighted to hear that.
But I don't remember seeing those girls before.
As a matter of fact, neither do I.
At least not so animated, shall we say.
Perhaps they are acquaintances of yours.
Mine? Mm -hmm.
Well, I did talk to them for a few minutes, but I wouldn't exactly call
acquaintances.
Oh, I see.
Boss, I don't think they can eat all that cake by themselves.
I'm going to try to help them.
May I suggest that you direct your attention to tonight's menu?
Will you excuse us? Come.
Isn't there someplace we can go and then be alone?
Oh, yeah, sure. Listen, I'll take you on a little tour, okay?
Hi,
girls.
Well, got yourselves a sweet tooth, I see, huh?
Here by yourselves, are you?
For the rest of the weekend.
Oh, we're here by ourselves, too. Not married or anything, are we, George?
I said, we're not married or anything, are we, George? Oh, no, we're just a
couple of swinging singles.
What do you swing from?
What do we swing from?
That's a cute sense of humor, isn't it, Harry?
Oh, by the way.
I'm George, and this is my pal Harry.
Hi, you here on vacation?
Yeah, we won the trip for being the leading salesmen in our districts.
We sell things, too.
In a way.
We model clothes.
Must be a wonderful life, huh?
Not always.
You've got such beautiful skin. How do you keep it looking that good?
Well, every so often they take us out and get us shellacked.
Who takes you out and gets you shellacked?
Men.
They just toss us in the back of the van and off we go.
Uh -huh.
Okay.
You mean that you've got to keep belting down the booze to keep your skin
looking as good as it does?
No.
We actually get shellacked.
Either I've been out in the moonlight too long, or I'm going loony tunes.
You seem to be having serious difficulties, Miss Bevis.
Mr. Rock, this isn't just a fantasy anymore.
Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights, my reality.
Along with Heathcliff.
Miss Weves, are you saying you want to remain here?
Oh, yes.
Yes, I want to stay with the only man I've ever loved.
I told you he's sworn to end his life if I leave.
And now Edgar is plotting against him.
I must help him.
But I warned you that your actions must not influence in any way the outcome of
one of the most popular novels in literature.
Oh, it's only book.
Heathcliff is real.
He mustn't die.
Miss Bevis, those men out there know that Kathy is dead, do they not?
Well, all they have to do is exhume her body and prove Heathcliff mad.
He'll be confined to an asylum.
Oh, Mr. O 'Rourke, I've made such a tragic mess of everything.
You have done nothing except out of love, Miss Bevis.
But now it's time to do what you know you must do.
Yes. I have to get the book back to the plot, don't I? Yes.
That means I have to end it the way it was written.
Precisely.
I have to die.
You must play that role.
But first you must go to Heathcliff.
Convince him he must live.
I assure you, love will find a way.
I trust you, Mr. Roark.
Now give me your best smile.
Beautiful.
Okay, another one.
Fantastic.
Ah, that's great.
Yeah, I like it.
Ah, that's better than a smile.
See, magnifique.
Ah, miss?
I wonder if you'd mind if I took your picture, too.
Oh, sure. It's okay with me. Is it all right with you, Tattoo?
Well, if he has film in his camera.
Oh, I have. I have.
That certainly is a lovely dress you're wearing.
Oh, thank you.
Would you like to buy it?
Oh, no, please, no.
No, no, no, don't. Don't, don't. Please. No, I don't want to buy it. See, I just
want to take your picture. But I thought you said you liked it.
That's not the point.
I just want to take your picture. Excuse me, Courtney, this way. Come on,
Courtney. Pardon me, Tetsu. It'll be all right. Come on, Courtney.
Did I do something wrong?
Well, there are laws that frown on people taking their clothes off in
I'm sorry if I embarrassed you again. No, no, no. I'm the one that should be
apologizing. Oh, come on. You didn't know.
Come on.
There's something we have to show you.
Those
new
models are really something, huh?
I guess pretty soon we'll all be replaced by that kind.
Which will probably mean the old shredder for us.
Is she going to be in your show, too?
Sure. But why the long faces, girls? You're going to be around for a long
We are?
Uh -huh. I just signed a new long -term contract with the store, and as head
window dresser, I get to pick who models for me.
Right? Huh?
Whoa, whoa, easy, girls. Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, girls. Where did we go
George? You're welcome.
Well, I've got you now, my love.
And then I'll take you from me again.
You'll be with me forever, Carrie.
You hear me? Forever.
Oh, yes, he did.
Heaven could not be so cruel as to steal you away a second time.
You must not only convince Heathcliff you are dying, but that he must live on.
I can't stay.
I told you.
I'll not live without you, I swear.
If you die, I die with you.
Now, dearest Heathcliff, there is no death for you or me.
Our love is eternal.
Don't you see?
We were given these special hours to save ourselves.
To save our love.
Oh, Kathy, it shall be all.
By your living, love is life and memory.
Your living strength will hold our love safe until we can love again.
We will love again.
We will.
We will, sweet angel, we will.
Oh, please take me to the window.
I want to see our Morris again.
I will love you forever.
And I you, sweet Kathy.
Forever.
Good night.
Good night, sweet love.
Your fantasy is over, Miss Bellis.
Oh, Mr. Rourke. Don't worry, Miss Bevis.
Neither he nor anyone else can see or hear you any longer.
Your Heathcliff will not remember that you were here.
But your love will stay with him forever.
Where is she?
Where is the woman who claims to be my wife?
There's no one here.
Eric, tell me, what's going on?
He's hidden her.
Not in this house, sir.
She's here, I tell you. She has to be.
I give you my word, sir.
No mortal woman is or has been in my house.
Curious, very curious. But I have a feeling he's telling the truth.
It's a trick.
I saw her with my own eyes, as did the bailiff. The bailiff? We can't rely on
him. He drinks too much.
Well, there'll be an investigation, gentlemen.
And if no woman is found in this house, well, then perhaps the wrong gentleman
was considered for the asylum.
Follow me.
My beloved Kathy, more myself than I am.
Our time's almost up, isn't it?
Come on, we weren't going to talk about time, remember?
Hold me, Francis, just hold me.
You have exceeded your time, Mr. Elkins.
Your fantasy must end.
Now, just a few more minutes. I'm sorry.
The other three mannequins have already reverted. You see, they didn't have your
love to shield them.
Well, then, when it happens, can it happen while we're dancing? I mean,
I'm still holding her?
As you wish.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Dear loving...
Francis. I love you, Courtney.
I'll always love you, too.
Miss Bevis, I regret your fantasy may not have been all you expected.
Oh, but it was.
I know now how much Heathcliff loved Cassie.
Their love will live forever in these pages.
What about you?
Now, Miss Bevis must find true, real love.
Oh, I will.
I will, because I have experienced the joy and wonder of it.
Goodbye, Mr. Ward. Goodbye, Ms. Revis.
Tattoo? Goodbye.
Well, I guess this is goodbye, Mr. Rourke, and I want to thank you for
everything. The weekend couldn't have been more perfect.
Then you are satisfied that your fantasy has been fulfilled?
Well, you gave me everything you promised.
Hello, little birdie.
Oh, the lady you are admiring is one of our very new Fantasy Island hostesses.
A Miss, uh, Winslow, is it the two?
Miss Winslow, she just happens to be going back on the plane with you. I
understand she was a former model and that at one time mannequins were made
her likeness.
I have the strangest feeling I've met you before.
I feel I know you, too.
We'll have to talk about it on the plane.
You know what, boss?
What, my friend?
I should know better.
For once, I thought this was the fantasy you blew.
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