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[♪♪]

[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

Good morning, Tattoo. Good morning, boss.

Oh, isn’t it a glorious morning?

Oh, if you say so.

Oh, still feeling low, Tattoo?

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.

That’s all right. I know what you meant.

I don’t understand something.

Why is it that when people are sad,

they say they are low?

And when they have no money,

they say they are short?

Ah, merely figures of speech, that’s all.

Oh. I almost forgot.

This came for you yesterday.

Oh. It must be the new package I sent for, for my costume.

Well, it’s good to see a smile on your face, my friend.

Oh, by the way, what are you going to be

at this year’s masquerade?

Oh, my favorite hero, Robin Hood.

That’s a splendid choice.

You’ll make a wonderful Robin Hood.

Well, I don’t think the costume company thinks so.

What do you mean? Well, either they sent

the wrong size,

or they think I should be the...

Jolly Green Giant.

[♪♪]

[HORN HONKING]

[♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[GIGGLING]

[PLAYING HAWAIIAN MUSIC]

MR. ROARKE: For the past few years,

Mr. Ed Breen has been the only male teacher

at a very exclusive private school for young women.

The only man in the whole private girls’ school?

Wow. Oh.

All is not as it seems, Tattoo.

Mr. Breen feels

he spends his life

trying to teach and appease

some very, very spoiled debutantes.

To counter this, he wishes to be the master of women.

Many women. His women.

In short,

his fantasy is to be a sheikh

with his own harem.

Boss,

do you think I can get some days off?

Maybe I can help Mr. Breen.

Uh... I’ll work very hard.

Tattoo, please.

Take a good look, Tattoo.

It isn’t often you’ll see someone

who has returned from the dead.

Returned from the dead?

MR. ROARKE: Eight years ago, Sergeant Alan Borman

was reported killed in action in Vietnam.

Back home a coffin was buried.

His widow cried.

And the local congressman presented his baby son

with a distinguished service cross his father had earned.

It wasn’t until recently that the mistake was discovered.

That’s terrible.

But how come it took so long to find out who he was?

He was badly injured when he became a prisoner of war.

His face and body burned.

MR. ROARKE: He was in a state of shock

and identification was impossible.

Even when he came out of it, his memory was gone.

After the war, a series of plastic surgery operations

restored him physically. But it was only

a few months ago that his memory returned.

And he remembered, after eight long years who he was

and the names of the wife and child he left behind.

His wife and his little boy

must have been very happy to see him.

Unfortunately not.

See, Tattoo, when he went home, they had disappeared.

Oh, he searched for months, but to no avail.

That’s why he’s come here.

TATTOO: And his fantasy is to find his family.

Do you know where they are, boss?

Do you?

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yes?

Mr. Borman is here.

Ah, yes, Mr. Borman. Please come in, come in.

Sit down, won’t you?

No, I really don’t feel very much like sitting down.

My wife and child.

Have you found them? Are they all right?

Yes, I found them. And I must say,

they both seem fine and happy.

Thank God.

I’ve been so scared, you know,

the last months, looking for them everywhere.

But when can I see them?

Soon, Mr. Borman. Soon.

I thought it would be better

if we had a chance to talk first.

Talk? About what?

About your wife and your son.

And the shock it would be to them

to find out that you’re still alive.

You mean you haven’t told them. Why-- why not?

I thought it best that the decision of

if and when to tell them should come from you.

Why not get to know them first?

With your new face,

there should be no problem of them recognizing you.

Something’s wrong.

What aren’t you telling me?

[♪♪]

They...

They loved you.

Remember that.

But please remember too that they thought you were dead.

They didn’t know they should wait.

Your wife remarried five years ago.

Nancy has a husband, Mr. Borman.

Just as your son, Danny, already has a father.

I see.

[♪♪]

We have reached the forbidden area.

Beyond lies your harem.

My harem.

Mr. Roarke, I heard you were incredible,

but how did you put this together?

Actually, the palace and harem

belong to one of my regular guests.

His Imperial Radiance, the Sheikh of Kasha.

He has graciously agreed to lend it all to you.

For the weekend.

A used harem.

I was-- I was hoping-- I-- I thought--

Oh, Mr. Breen.

A harem should be thought of as a very special...

uh, car lot.

There are always several brand-new models,

but there are also many classics

which should not be ignored.

As long as there aren’t any lemons.

[♪♪]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hi. I am Habid, Sheikh of Kasha.

Mr. Roarke told me you would be here.

My blessings upon you for bringing in

all that welcome relief from all these devoted

phony females.

Oh, I’m glad to help out.

Hakeem is overseer of the harem.

Now he shall obey your slightest wish

as he has always obeyed mine.

Oh. Well, in that case, with your permission, um...

I’d...

I’d like to meet my, uh--

Our--

I’d like to meet the harem.

[LAUGHS]

I applaud your enthusiasm.

Mr. Roarke told me you would be strong and willing.

Uh, a moment, please.

My doctor has told me to acquire a hobby.

Now say "cheese." Cheese.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

[SHEIKH LAUGHS]

Capital. I shall have a lovely time now.

A whole weekend alone with my camera.

And no women.

[LAUGHS]

What a nice man.

Mmm! Sensational.

I think it’s time to make a few introductions.

This way, Radiance.

Radiance.

[WOMEN GIGGLE]

[♪♪]

[GIGGLING]

[GIGGLING CONTINUES]

Flatateetah, Master.

First among those most favorite.

Ignore her, Master.

I can please you much, much better.

Aurora. Favorite.

But the first most favorite.

First favorite.

Favorite first.

[GIGGLES]

That might have been with the old sheikh.

With me, you’re gonna have to prove yourselves

if you want to keep your stripes.

[ARABIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Uh, do you suppose you could teach me a few of those moves?

Those and many more, Your Splendency.

[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

♪ Oh, rub-dub-dub Tut-tut-tut ♪

[GIGGLING]

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Ooh!

[ALL LAUGHING]

I did!

ALAN: Mr. Roarke.

They told me I’d find you here. I...

I’ve thought it over. I’d like to meet them.

I see.

And how would you like to be introduced?

By your real name or the one they gave you,

Paul Andrews?

I don’t know. Uh...

Does that make any sense? It’s just that...

I’ve dreamt about meeting them for years and now

I’m supposed to make a decision about whether

I still have a place in their life.

Yes.

Yes.

Nancy and her new husband, Frank Harding,

have come to Fantasy Island, they believe,

as first prizewinners of a supermarket contest.

Harding.

That’s her name now.

Yes.

Did they bring Danny?

Of course.

God, am I scared.

You are a kind and compassionate man, Mr. Borman.

You’ll make the right decision.

Mr. Roarke, when will I meet them?

Can I have it back, Mister?

Sure.

Thanks a lot.

Haven’t I told you to be careful with that ball?

Danny?

You’re... Danny?

Sure, why?

NANCY: I’m sorry.

He’s usually a very good boy.

Sometimes he just gets excited.

Yes, I’m sure he is.

Is something wrong? No.

But-- It’s just the name.

Danny. And your face.

It’s so familiar. Is it--?

I’ve seen it in a photograph somewhere.

Vietnam.

You were in Vietnam?

Yes. My dad was killed there.

If you saw a picture of me, you must have met my husband.

Oh, but that’s too much of a coincidence.

My dad was a sergeant.

A real hero.

He won the distinguished service cross.

Well, that was a long time ago.

But we’re still very proud of him.

His name was Alan Borman.

Did you know him?

Yes. Yes, I did.

You did?

Well, there you are. Oh.

[♪♪]

This is my husband.

This man knew Alan in Vietnam.

Isn’t that amazing? Well, yes.

It certainly is. Hi. I’m Frank Harding.

Paul Andrews.

How are you? You here with your family?

No, I’m alone.

We planned a little picnic this afternoon.

Mr. Roarke told us about a nice spot down by the lagoon.

You’re certainly welcome to join us.

Well, I really don’t think--

We’d love to have you.

Please.

Yeah, I’ll-- I’ll do my best.

Come on, Danny. Let’s get some dry clothes.

[♪♪]

EDGAR: Oh, I just had the most incredible dream.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. If I keep that up,

I better start jogging and doing push-ups.

Running sprints and--

Ooh. Scratch my back.

I will scratch it, Master. I will do it.

Your nails are like claws of an eagle.

You’ll hurt him. I’d never hurt him.

My beloved master sister to a pig.

All right. Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait, wait!

You scratch this side and you scratch this side.

Ooh, yeah.

Ooh.

[GIGGLES]

Ah, this is better than teaching Latin

at Follinsby Academy for gentle women.

[SIGHS]

I’m out of pomegranate juice.

No, no, no. You stay here.

Let somebody else make points.

Um, excuse me. You over there.

Whoo-hoo. Miss?

[♪♪]

I would like some more juice and some dates.

I’m waiting.

EDGAR: Oh, yes.

That’s better.

Ah!

EDGAR: What was that all about?

WOMAN: Told you-- EDGAR: Insolent wench.

Hakeem?

Hakeem,

who was that dancing girl that just went past you?

Yasmine, Sire. But seek her not.

Content yourself with the many women who adore their master.

I’m the sheikh, right? Then do my bidding.

I would like to meet Miss Yasmine

right here in my very private chambers.

As you wish, Magnificence.

[CHUCKLES]

Let’s see. Where were we?

Right in the middle of hanky and panky.

Heavy on the hank and light on the pank.

[GIGGLES]

[♪♪]

You catching anything?

No.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

Maybe I could give you a hand. Do you mind?

Sure. Come on.

How long you been out?

For about an hour.

Oh! [LAUGHS]

You okay? Yeah.

Tell me about my dad, Mr. Andrews.

Did he like to fish?

Almost better than anything.

At least that’s what he told me.

I mean, we didn’t do a lot of fishing in ’Nam.

Sometimes I dream about him.

And me and him were playing baseball.

Or just talking.

Sure wish I could have gone fishing with him.

What do you talk about? Hey, you got a bite.

Oh...

Whoa!

Are you all right?

[LAUGHS]

I still got it!

Look at him! A really big one!

You do, don’t you? Look at that.

I gotta show Mom. Come on.

Yeah, I’d say that qualifies a first place heavy duty whopper.

Look what I caught! Mom! Dad!

Hey. Look at you.

I caught a fish.

I’d be more careful.

You’d save your mother a lot of work.

Danny, what happened to you?

I slipped. But look what I caught, Mom.

That’s a real beauty, sweetheart.

Mr. Andrews helped me.

Oh.

You accepted our invitation.

I had hoped you would.

Thank you.

He said Dad liked to fish too.

Almost better than anything.

That’s right. He did.

You must have known Alan well.

Combat. You know, things happen fast.

A couple of months, you feel as if you’d known someone

his whole life.

Hi, Tattoo. Hi, Danny.

Mr. Harding,

there is a telephone call for you from the main land.

They say that it’s very important.

That could be the call we’ve been waiting.

Uh...

Just save a hot dog for me, huh?

Okay.

Please sit down, Mr. Andrews.

Thanks. Oh, I--

I left the horse over by the stream. I better go--

I can get it. Please.

Think you can handle it?

Okay with me if it’s okay with your mom.

[CHUCKLES] Go ahead.

Do you want to feed the fish to the horse?

Well....

He seems like a good boy.

Oh, he has his moments.

I hope he doesn’t pester you too much about Alan.

No. No, I don’t mind.

You know, Danny thinks that his father is just about

the greatest man that ever lived.

Is that a bad thing?

Well, sometimes.

It makes it awfully hard for a stepfather to compete.

And Frank has worked very hard to build us a new life.

You put all that in the past, huh?

Well, I thought about that after we met you at the pool.

I remember when I first heard that Alan had died.

I wanted to die too.

It’s funny how time heals wounds.

[SIGHS]

Alan and I

loved each other so much,

it was almost like a fairy tale.

And now it’s eight years later

and it’s almost...

It’s almost like it was a part of somebody else’s life.

Or a dream.

A dream.

Have you ever felt like that?

Uh...

No.

Never.

HAKEEM: Lady Yasmine as you ordered, Serenity.

Bring the wench in.

She will not bring you pleasure, Master.

Let me tame her first.

No, no. You and your honchos out. Out.

Hour.

I love it.

You know, I admire your spirit.

I’m tired of women who won’t listen to me.

So if you don’t give me a hard time,

I won’t give you one.

Ta-da.

Surprise, surprise, Edgar Breen.

Brenda Rappaport. What are you doing here?

Defending my honor, you creep.

Get fresh with me and I’ll clobber you.

Brenda, it really is you!

In the flesh if you’ll pardon the expression.

Excuse me for stuffing myself,

but they don’t feed well a dancing girl

who won’t play footsies with the sheikh.

You’re supposed to be teaching physical education

at Follinsby Academy.

What are you doing here in my fantasy?

Your fantasy? Ha!

I used to jog past your Latin class three times a day,

but you never noticed me.

I’m here because my fantasy was to be noticed by you.

So that rat Roarke fixes it

so that I get trapped in a crummy harem with an old sheikh

and guards who always want to whip me.

And now you finally show up.

But by this time, who cares?

Pass me some kumquats. Yeah.

Yeah. Notice you? Why should I notice you?

You were hardly noticeable with that big bun of hair.

Thick glasses and the sweat suits with the baggy knees.

Yeah, I-- I didn’t-- I didn’t know.

You’re very attractive.

You’re beautiful.

In fact, you’re gorgeous.

There was a time I would have killed to hear you say that.

Matter of fact, it’s wonderful to hear you say it now.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, speaking of killed.

Oh, Eddie, I hate to say this.

I think you’ve been set up for assassination.

I’ve been what? Set up.

I heard Hakeem talking with the guards.

The old sheikh knew he was a marked man,

so he was arranging a plan where he’d split

and set up a stooge to get knocked off in his place.

What makes you think I’m the stooge?

Because he lent you his harem.

When the assassins show up and find you here,

they’ll put two and two together

and come up with homicide.

Eddie, you gotta get out fast if you can.

If I can? [CHUCKLES]

I am the sheikh.

This is my domain.

I can come and go as I please.

[♪♪]

Would you move please?

I don’t think he understands English.

[♪♪]

Is there a wish, Divinity?

Uh... I’d like to take a walk.

I-- I feel a bit cooped up in here.

The hour is most inauspicious, Master.

Enjoy the pleasures of thy harem,

oh, thy personage.

It’s to that end that I labor most unworthily in thy service.

[DOOR CLOSES]

It is a set up.

[♪♪]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yes?

I know it’s late. I saw the light burning and I--

You’re welcome any time, Mr. Borman.

May I offer you a drink?

Yes.

What are you drinking?

Uh... Bourbon.

With ice.

Yes.

Well, I take it you’ve come to some sort of a decision.

Yes.

I want you to arrange a meeting for me.

With my wife and son.

If I’m not mistaken...

that’s what I did for you this afternoon.

You--

Yes, well.

I wasn’t ready then.

I had a lot of thinking to do.

But you are ready now?

You’re damn right I am.

I want my family back, Mr. Roarke.

And I intend to have them.

I know it’s not gonna be easy.

I mean, why should Nancy say

it’s wrong for the boy to love me?

It’s too much competition for the stepfather?

I know that Danny loves me. I’m sure of it!

And Nancy...

does too.

But you know the problem.

They are legally married.

The boy was officially adopted--

Legally married. How can they be legally married?

I’m her husband! I’m alive in here!

I apologize.

I’m...

feeling very sorry for myself. I’ve had too much to drink.

But I intend to get my family back.

And I’ll fight it through every court in the land if I have to.

Do you really think it’s a battle

that can be won in the courts?

If I have to.

I’ve done some checking. A couple of calls.

Harding is up to his neck in debt. And I?

I have eight years...

of back pay to spend.

And I’ll spend every nickel of it if I have to on lawyers.

I’ll arrange a meeting in the morning.

At the Harding bungalow at noon.

Good night, Mr. Borman.

Good night.

[♪♪]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Who is it?

Ed, I just heard Hakeem talking with some of the guards.

Your killers are emissaries

from Prince Mustafa of the Sudan.

They plan to use daggers

after dinner tonight.

D-Daggers?

Oh, wait a minute.

They won’t-- They won’t hurt me.

After all, this is not the face of a sheikh.

Do you want to bet? Take a look.

Right in the middle of the page.

EDGAR: Oh. BRENDA: The face of a sheikh.

That’s why the sheikh took that picture.

Uncounted pardons, Illustrious Paragon of Excellence.

I would not have intruded

unless it was a matter of consequence.

Your guests have arrived.

Emissaries from the honorable Mustafa Prince of the Sudan.

They bring gifts and greetings to the true sheikh of Kasha.

Um...

Tell them I’m not home.

Such discourses would be impossible, Radiance.

I will inform them that thou art resting from thy revels

and that you will greet them properly

this evening at dinner.

[♪♪]

Dinner.

Sounds like the Last Supper.

[♪♪]

Hello, Tattoo. Oh, hi, boss.

Oh, are we still filled with our self-pity?

Well, it comes and goes. You know?

If you were my size, you would understand.

[TAPS FLOOR] Sit down for a moment.

My dear friend,

don’t you realize that the world is filled with people

who are too short or too tall?

Or their ears or nose or their eyes or feet

are too big or too small?

That’s the marvelous thing about it all.

That every one of us, in his own special way,

is unique.

But you don’t understand, boss.

Nobody takes me seriously.

When I wink at a girl, they don’t even smile.

When I balance your book,

you don’t even pay attention.

I’m small and the world is built

for people your size.

And if I could change for all time

the world this moment to your size,

I would, my friend.

Thank you, boss.

But it would not work.

You see,

then my best friend would be too big.

And I wouldn’t want that to happen to you.

Let’s get this over with.

I’m afraid there’s a new problem.

Perhaps more important than yours.

I’ve received word that your son has run away.

Danny?

Why? I hope to find out in a moment.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

What happened?

We found this note in Danny’s room.

"I won’t be sent away." What-- What’s all this about?

We were trying to send Danny

to a special kind of boarding school.

But he didn’t understand.

Boarding school. I understand.

You wanted him out of the way.

Your husband did.

NANCY: Wait a minute.

Look. Your friendship with my-- With Danny’s father,

doesn’t give you the right to come

and judge us or interfere with our lives.

I’m not sure about that. Maybe it does.

Please, please, please.

Where is Mr. Harding now?

He’s out looking for Danny. I see.

I’ll organize a search party to help him.

We could use your help too.

Yes. I’d like to settle this first.

Why was Danny being sent away?

[GASPS]

Look. I know you mean well. ALAN: Why?

I think you should tell us, Mrs. Harding.

It might make it easier to...

help the boy.

Danny has problems with school.

He has severe visual dyslexia.

A reading disturbance.

It makes schoolwork almost impossible.

Well, Frank found this boarding school.

They seem to have overcome the problem.

It’s too far away to commute.

And it’s very expensive.

Frank has spent years building up his business.

And now he’s borrowed every penny he can on it

to try and give Danny a chance at a future.

He loves him that much?

Of course he does.

As much as any father could.

When you adopt someone,

you choose to be a father.

You accept the responsibilities.

Now I think that’s as big a step as--

As being a natural father in-- In many ways.

Yes, he loves Danny.

Everything he’s done proves that.

But the boy loves his real father.

[SIGHS]

Danny never knew his real father.

Alan was a wonderful man.

NANCY: And eight years is a long time.

That’s hard to remember now.

And Danny is in love with this medal.

And everything it represents.

Well, I guess I can’t really blame him for that.

Your first husband must have been a very brave man.

Oh, he was.

Alan had a lot of flare.

I was very proud of him.

I know they don’t give those things away

for playing games over there.

But I feel so sorry for Frank.

He just can’t win in a fight against the kind of image

that that medal represents.

Not in a boy’s mind.

Please, Mr. Roarke, find our son.

Bring him home.

We are a real family.

And we love Danny very much.

We will try, Mrs. Harding.

Did you have anything else to say?

No.

No. Except...

I’m sorry, I--

Goodbye...

Mrs. Harding.

I’ll find Danny.

I’m not so sure.

The island jungle is very thick and dangerous.

You forget, Mr. Roarke, I have flair.

This is what I do well.

[♪♪]

ALAN: Danny?

[EXOTIC BIRDS SQUAWKING]

Danny!

[♪♪]

Well, hi.

So you found me.

Yeah. And it wasn’t easy.

But I’m not going back.

Not ever.

Yeah, okay. Listen, uh...

You mind if I sit down for a while and...?

I’m really tired. You don’t mind, do you?

Thanks.

You know something?

Your mother’s really worried about you, you know?

So is your dad.

He’s not my dad.

Yeah. She told me about the school.

You don’t want to go, huh?

Nah.

I’m tired of hearing about

how bad I do in school.

And about how much money Frank’s spending on me.

And all that stuff.

God, I wish my real dad was here.

You know something?

Maybe if your real dad were here,

he’d probably want you to go to the school.

He wouldn’t have sent me away.

Things with him would have been fun.

Yeah. Everything can’t be fun.

And you can’t have everything

the way you want it all the time.

Look. Let me tell you about your dad.

What he was like.

I mean he was, he was really a good guy.

And there were times like in wartime, you know,

when you really need guys like him.

But there are other times

when you really need guys like Frank.

Now, listen to me.

Frank does what needs to be done too.

I mean...

maybe what he does isn’t...

as exciting as what your father did.

They don’t give any medals for it.

But in a way that makes it harder too.

It’s not the same.

Yes, it is.

If my dad was here,

would he be saying what you are?

Yeah.

He’d want to do what was right.

Once he understood it.

And he’d want you to do what was right too.

He’d want you to do your best.

To make your mother...

and your father happy.

Danny.

Your real dad is gone now, you know?

And...

it’s really important, man, that...

that everybody accepts that.

And that you get started on your future, you know?

Make him proud of you.

You know?

Uh? Promise he’d want it that way?

Yeah, I promise.

Come on, son.

Let’s get back to your parents.

MAN: I demand to see the Sheikh of Kasha at once.

Who dares demand in my court?

I reign pardons on you, My Lord.

I demand nothing but your obvious company.

Then be content, for I am here.

[CLAPS]

[ARABIC MUSIC STARTS]

We who are about to die... salute you.

I know all about your little plan.

And you won’t get away with it.

[♪♪]

Before I flatten this out,

it was the bedpan of the real Sheikh of Kasha.

[MOANS]

[♪♪]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[♪♪]

This way.

Follow me.

All right. Give me your hand.

Don’t worry. Don’t worry.

[MOANS]

[GASPS]

Oh, careful.

Come on. Up a tree.

EDGAR: Jump.

[TREE TRUNK CREAKING]

[BRENDA MOANING]

[EDGAR MOANING]

[EDGAR YELLING]

[♪♪]

They’re here. Come on.

Get in the car. All aboard!

EDGAR: Quick, quick!

We’re in. We’re in. Everybody accounted for, boss.

[♪♪]

Bye, Mr. Roarke. Bye, Mrs. Harding.

Tattoo.

Okay. You’re going to the school, right?

And you’re gonna do your best?

Yes, sir. Okay.

You think maybe we can go fishing again someday?

I wouldn’t bet against it.

Go on.

Bye, Danny.

Goodbye, son.

[♪♪]

Goodbye, Miss Rappaport. Mr. Breen.

I think perhaps your fantasies

were not nearly so satisfying

as your reality together will be.

Thanks for everything, Mr. Roarke.

Perhaps I should say goodbye to the harem myself.

I wish I could have spent some time in that harem.

But nobody would believe me.

And I wish you would stop

feeling sorry for yourself, Tattoo.

[♪♪]

Boss, what is it?

It’s for you from all of us on Fantasy Island.

You see, we realized that sometimes

the ones we love the most

are the first ones we take for granted.

It’s a token of appreciation and respect for you, my friend.

Open it.

Boss.

It’s beautiful.

Thank you, boss. Thank you.

Thank everybody on the island.

It’s beautiful. Thank you.

You’re welcome, my friend.

Why not take it for a spin, huh?

That’s a good idea.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Oh, no, no...

[ALL SCREAMING]

[LAUGHS]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]