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[♪♪]

[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLING]

Good morning, boss. Good morn--

What are you doing with a mail sack, Tattoo?

I wanna make sure these get on the plane.

Oh?

Yes, they are my entry

for the Prune Wammy jingle contest.

Prune Wammy’s?

Yes, it’s a new breakfast cereal.

Oh, I see.

Listen to this, boss.

If you get up in the morning

And you feel real slow

Pick up a bowl Of Prune Wammy

And it will make you Go, go, go, go

Marvelous.

I’m only trying for second prize.

Indeed. And what is the second prize?

A full-length mink coat.

A mink coat?

What are you going to do with a mink coat

on a tropical island?

[♪♪]

Boss, you’ve got to be kidding.

[♪♪]

Smiles everyone!

Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYS]

ROARKE: Mr. Barney T. Hunter, St. Louis, Missouri.

He works in a bookstore.

TATTOO: What’s his fantasy?

ROARKE: Oh, he wants to be a famous author.

Everybody wants to be.

They make a lot of money.

Oh, Mr. Hunter isn’t

the slightest bit interested in money, Tattoo.

Not interested in money?

That’s incredible. Perhaps, Tattoo.

ROARKE: But you see, Mr. Hunter suffers from incurable shyness.

What he wants is something he feels

he’ll never get in the real world.

He’s interested in just once feeling adulation.

The kind he has seen best selling authors receive.

For this weekend,

Mr. Hunter wants to know what it feels like

to be Hemmingway or Steinbeck.

Or Harold Robbins.

ROARKE: Professor Neville Marlow and his daughter, Jill,

with his associate, Mr. Abdul Kameel.

A professor? That’s nice.

Bring some class around here.

What kind of professor is he?

What’s his fantasy?

Archeology and Egyptology,

but it’s his daughter’s fantasy, not his.

You see, in years of exploring,

the professor has never made an important discovery.

And she wants him to make an important discovery

on Fantasy Island?

Yes.

That’s impossible.

Oh, is it really, my friend?

Then why would I send him a cable requesting him

to come on a most confidential matter, huh?

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

Ah, Mr. Roarke.

Ah, yes, Mr. Hunter?

Ah, you want to know

if we can really make you a famous writer, I’m sure.

Yeah, I guess I do.

Well, rest assured, we already have.

And a best seller too.

Yes. Best seller?

Yes, written by Barney T. Hunter.

Published in Europe just one month ago.

It’s taken the continent by storm.

The Fantasy Island bookshop has sold out five times.

Yes, as you can see, it is just the sort of book

to make its author an overnight sensation.

[♪♪]

Eh, something wrong, Mr. Hunter?

My best seller, the title,

Sex Can Make You Immortal.

Yes, sex and immortality,

two very popular subjects wrapped into one.

Written by the "King of Sex" Barney T. Hunter.

Me? King of Sex? Ha.

ROARKE: Of course, Mr. Hunter.

At least that’s how you’ve been billed

at your autograph party this afternoon.

Uh, it should make for some rather interesting questions

from your readers.

Oh, uh, what sort of questions?

You know, wanting to know what Barney T. Hunter is really like.

And how did you do your research?

Mr. Roarke...

I don’t know how to... how to say this but...

well, I...I couldn’t have written this book.

Oh, a man of the world like you?

That’s just it, I’m not a man of the world.

I had a very strict upbringing.

How could I have written a best seller about...

what I’ve never, uh...

Hmm, did you goof this time, boss?

Uh, believe me, Mr. Hunter.

There is no reason to be upset.

Study this book and by the time you’re through,

you will be just as expert as your readers.

There’s no hurry.

Enjoy your lunch and, when you’re through,

we will show you to your bungalow.

Will you excuse us? Oh.

Tattoo?

[♪♪]

It’s amazing. Amazing.

This confirms an ancient legend that...

Mr. Roarke, where did you find these?

Oh, in the desert a few miles from here.

It confirms what legend, Professor?

Are these really important?

I was so afraid I might waste your time inviting you here.

Important?

This could be the greatest archeological find

of the past 50 years.

The legend, Mr. Roarke, is that a pharaoh,

King Tutankhamen

of Ancient Egypt had a twin brother.

Every archeologist knows about it,

but there’s never been proof.

Until now.

Impossible.

How intriguing. And, uh,

it’s all there in those, uh, hieroglyphics?

There’s enough of it here, yes.

These writings were put down in the 14th Century, BC.

They tell of twin brothers Tutankhamen and Nakeenatol.

Only one pharaoh could ascend the throne

so the other twin was banished.

Set adrift in a canoe made of reeds.

Accompanied only by a few faithful servants

and some funeral artifacts.

Obviously he was not expected to survive

the ocean voyage.

Awful!

Who’d send a boy to his death like that?

I mean, he must have been just a little boy.

Well, Tutankhamen was only nine years old when he became king.

His twin was exactly

that age when he was banished.

Mr. Roarke, with your permission, of course,

I’ll need some workmen, some equipment,

some vehicles, provisions.

Yes, yes, yes, just in case these, uh,

did mean something, I took the liberty

of making certain preparations

and, uh, everything you need

will be ready for your expedition within an hour.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.

[♪♪]

Ah, quite a layout.

Well, I am very glad you’re pleased.

Will you be taking us to the site yourself, Mr. Roarke?

Oh, no, no, I’m afraid I can’t.

But this young man knows the location exactly.

Professor Marlow, Miss Marlow, Mr. Abdul Kameel,

may I present Aki.

Let’s get started. Shall we?

[♪♪]

Boss, you are sending them on a wild goose chase.

Can you be so sure, my friend?

Lucretia? Lucretia Smith.

Uh-huh. Okay.

I really loved your book, Mr. Hunter.

Especially Chapter 10.

Chapter 10, uh...

Let’s see, chapter 10, uh--

That’s the chapter on--

Oh. Virginity.

You writers are always so perceptive.

[CLEARS THROAT]

There you go, Lucretia.

I’m Audrey. And I’m Janice.

Hi. Um, my bungalow or yours?

Don’t listen to her. Beg your pardon?

How about you and me having a little action,

you gorgeous hunk?

The kind you write about

in Chapter 6?

Uh, Chapter 6? Oh.

Oh, Chapter 6, uh, that’s about...

Oh, my gosh!

Uh-huh. You better believe it.

That’s why you’d have much more fun with me.

How about it, honey?

You and me after you finish here?

Uh, maybe we could talk later.

There are other people waiting.

You’ll see us later.

Okay... See you later.

Uh, ladies.

I know you must be disappointed,

but maybe I could be of some help.

You?

Of course, you see,

only a few people know that

I’m Mr. Hunter’s main researcher.

Everything he writes comes from me.

Um, would you sign my book, Dr. Hunter?

I’m not a doctor.

Oh, I’m sorry.

I...I just thought that, well, since you were so knowledgeable,

I just assumed...

Your name?

Um, Angela.

Angela Brennan.

It’s a beautiful name.

Thank you.

[♪♪]

WOMAN: Oh, there you are.

I have been looking all over for you.

Now you didn’t throw away good money

on that piece of filth, did you?

Mother, I’d like you to meet the author,

Mr. Hunter.

Angela, return that book to this

shameless sex merchant

immediately.

Smut monger.

Shame on you.

Come, Angela.

Come, Angela. Come.

[♪♪]

We should stay here tonight.

Oh? Just over there

is where the pieces of pottery were found.

Oh.

Professor,

this is bad country.

MARLOWE: Nonsense, Abdul.

We’ve been in worse places than this.

Yes, but I-- I-- I feel-- I feel something evil here.

I am afraid for Miss Jill.

If there was indeed a twin named Nakeenatol

and if we find his tomb

and if we open it, uh...

And course we’ll open it, if and when we find it.

JILL: Now, Abdul.

You’re not going to bring up those stories

about there being a curse on anyone who opens

a pharaoh’s tomb.

The curse is real, little one.

Terrible things occurred.

When Tutankhamen’s tomb was violated in 1924,

Lord Carnarvon died from a mosquito bite.

A photographer also died

and a lady reporter.

And don’t forget the howling dog.

Yes, a dog howled three times

before each of them died.

And more, two of them went mad

and killed their entire families.

Three others wandered off into the desert

and poof, disappeared.

Professor. Yes?

The tent will be ready soon.

Ah, thank you, Aki.

Something else, Aki?

One of the men,

the one who drove the second vehicle,

he’s disappeared.

Disappeared? In the middle of the desert?

[♪♪]

The tomb of a twin,

especially a banished one,

is cursed tenfold.

[♪♪]

No use, Jill, we won’t find anything here.

I was a fool to bring us halfway around the world.

Oh, Dad, don’t give up. Not yet.

Futile I tell you. Futile.

Come to think of it, that’s a word for my entire life.

Maybe Abdul was right.

Maybe there is a curse.

A real curse, on my career.

From all of my research works,

I would say that the women encourages a very...

You can say that again.

Your approach to love

is very intense and ecstatic.

You can say that again.

I could tell you more if you could come to my place.

I’m having a party tonight

Oh, that sounds terrific.

If I’m not there in two hours, go ahead and start without me.

[♪♪]

Oh... Yes, uh-huh.

Is sex really as beneficial as your book claims?

Uh...

well, that all depends on, uh,

the two people.

Excuse me. Yes.

Mr. Hunter? Uh-huh?

Would you autograph my book?

Oh.

I’m Liz.

Sure. Autograph it in lipstick,

if you don’t mind.

It’s more Freudian.

Uh.

It’s disgusting the way women throw themselves at him.

He’s a famous author.

He’s got beady eyes.

And besides, people who write such books

should be put in jail.

Just because you’re opposed to sex...

Opposed to sex? I had you, didn’t I?

There you go, Liz.

Thank you. [CLEARS THROAT]

Bye-bye.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, I, uh... No, no.

Thank you. I-- No. Oh, go ahead, Barney.

It’ll get you in the mood.

Mood for what?

The mood for you and me and

Chapter sex-- Six.

Not her, me.

What’s Chapter 6?

Well, look it up. Oh.

All right.

Um, you wouldn’t wanna hurt my feelings,

would you Barney baby?

How about a little loving, Barney?

Chapter 6, here it is.

Wow!

You do that?

Ladies, I’m afraid--

I’m afraid you don’t understand.

Yes, I do. Hunter

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

There’s that nice pediatrician I want you to meet.

Where are you going?

Gotta go to the powder room.

After you read the chapter. Any chapter you want.

Oh, I’m sorry.

Are you all right? Yeah.

It’s my fault.

I sort of did it on purpose. Not bumping into you, uh,

but, uh, I came here, uh, just because I...

I wanted to see you.

You did?

I was hoping we’d get a chance to talk.

So was I.

ANGELA: Uh, here comes my mother.

Meet me tomorrow. Where?

Uh, the lagoon. Twelve o’clock.

I’ll try.

Animal.

There he is.

I told you we could trap him.

[SCREAMING]

[WIND BLOWING]

[♪♪]

No! no!

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Jill! Jill, wake up!

Jill, wake up. It’s all right.

It’s all right. [PANTS]

Oh! Oh, I had an awful dream.

Oh, Oh, I...I was dead

in...in an Egyptian tomb and they...

they were mummifying me.

They were wrapping me in those strips of cloth and I-- Oh!

It’s all right, honey. It’s all right.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

MARLOWE: This is the cloth they wrap mummies in.

No, that’s not possible.

Jill.

Jill, tell me about your dream.

Well, uh...

I was...

I was all in gold and my face was painted.

And I could see the hands and they were wrapping me.

And I could-- I could see the tomb itself.

And...Dad, I-- I could see the rock

with a priest standing on it and--

And pointing at the tomb.

A rock? What rock?

That rock.

JILL: The tall one right there.

Abdul, wake the men. Have them prepared.

We start a new dig at dawn.

Over there, at the base of that hill.

[♪♪]

[SCREAM IN PAIN]

[MOANING]

What happened, Aki? Is he hurt?

No, sir, only a small wound to his foot.

I’ll get the first aid kit.

Let’s have a look at that.

Get the shoe off.

Professor.

Yes? I believe what you seek

has been found.

[♪♪]

It’s the tomb.

Just where your dream sent us.

[♪♪]

That’s good enough. That’s good enough.

[GRUNTS]

Let me down here.

All right.

Now wait till I get this bar in.

All right.

MAN: Get back, everybody!

[SCREAMING]

[COUGHING]

Get them out quickly. Move. Don’t be afraid.

It’s perfectly safe. Now go on hurry.

Bring ’em up.

MARLOW: There have been people trapped in silk tombs for centuries.

All they need is some fresh air.

Sixteen steps.

The exact number outside the tomb of King Tutan.

They’re here, Abdul. They’re here.

The seals of the Royal Necropolis.

Eighteenth Dynasty.

This has to be it. It has to be it.

Abdul, bring two crowbars.

Aki.

Here, Professor.

Thank you.

[INDISTINCT]

Jill, bring flashlights.

Professor, Professor, please do not go in there.

Abdul, Abdul, my friend, we’ve been together a long time.

This is probably the most important moment of our lives.

You don’t have to share it if you don’t want to.

But I don’t wanna hear anymore talk about curses.

[♪♪]

Traditional barge.

Carried the young king safely to the next world.

Yes, there’s no doubt about it.

We are in the tomb of Nakeenatol.

There are things wrong outside. I will find out.

The boy was set adrift in a reed boat.

He would have carried nothing

but his personal jewelry, if he had any.

The burial tomb must be behind one of these walls.

I don’t see any...

I mean, there aren’t any bones or skeletons around here.

No one but the pharaoh is permitted to remain in the tomb.

The servants seal the king in his burial chamber,

close the outside door

and go into the desert to die.

Abdul, you’re getting your voice back.

You must be feeling better about things, eh?

No, professor, I do not.

[STEPS COMING CLOSER]

The two who coughed when the tomb was opened,

they are very sick.

Also the one who struck his foot with the pick, he is feverish.

AKI: They say it is because of the pharaoh’s curse.

Oh, that’s ridiculous. I want you to tell them...

I can’t tell them anything.

They have gone, Professor,

to take back those who are sick.

All of them gone with all of the vehicles?

The jeep is here, Professor,

with food and water and extra provisions.

[LOUD BANG]

[♪♪]

[PANTING]

JILL: We’re trapped!

[♪♪]

Oh, Mr. Roarke, there you are.

I just wanted to thank you for, uh, fulfilling my fantasy.

Oh, is, uh, Poopsie behaving himself?

Oh, he is a perfect gentleman now.

But it took you to make him finally

stop chasing kitty-cats.

Now my little Sweet-ums will not run out in the street

and get hit by a nasty old car.

Oh, Mrs. Howard,

I am very happy I was able to teach Poopsie,

uh, respect for his furry little cousins, hum.

Right, Poopsie? No more kitty-cats.

Wave bye-bye to Mr. Roarke, Poopsie.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye, Poopsie.

[POOPSIE BARKS]

Boss,

how did you do it?

How did you stop Poopsie from chasing kitty-cats?

Oh, it was really quite simple, Tattoo.

I merely allowed Poopsie

to catch one of those kitty-cats.

[♪♪]

[PITIFUL GROWL]

Nice kitty.

Nice kitty.

[GROWLS]

[♪♪]

Never, uh, never happened this way before.

I just met you.

Suddenly I-- I wanna know everything about you.

When you’re born and raised in Cedar Rapids,

there’s really not much to know.

Oh, for all I know you could be married.

No. Engaged?

[CHUCKLES] No.

My mother’s been trying to, uh, match me up

with this well-to-do pediatrician.

He’s really nice but, uh, he’s also really dull.

Angela, I know this may sound crazy.

Could I ask you a delicate question?

Uh, I don’t believe in premarital sex.

I don’t believe in it either.

Now you’re making fun of me.

No.

But you’re one of the world’s foremost experts on sex.

I mean, you just didn’t sit down and write a book like that

from your imagination.

Angela, you’ve gotta believe me.

Before I came to this island,

I wouldn’t even had the nerve

to talk to a girl like you.

Mr. Roarke, he’s really something.

What do you mean?

Me.

How shy I am.

Mr. Roarke knew

just what subject my book should be about.

I don’t follow you.

Well, that’s not important.

There’s an explanation. I just can’t tell you now.

[♪♪]

What is important...

I think I love you.

[♪♪]

Oh, the lamp may be going out,

but at least there’s fresh air coming in.

ABDUL: I’ll try to enlarge the hole.

Maybe I can get us out of here.

Oh, wait, Abdul.

You’re worn out.

Sit down.

We all could use some rest.

Mr. Roarke will send someone for us

as soon as he sees that the workmen have left.

They will not go to him, Miss.

They will return to their homes in the back country.

It will be a long time before Mr. Roarke learns about them.

No food. No water.

And the extra batteries are outside in the jeep.

[DOGS HOWL OUTSIDE]

That is quite strange.

What do you mean?

There are no dogs here in the desert.

Hear?

Just like the curse said.

Dad, don’t move. Something on your neck.

Thanks, Aki.

Whatever it was, it doesn’t seem to have bitten me.

It’s a scorpion.

I do not think so.

I cannot tell what it is. Look.

An Egyptian scarab.

Nakeenatal’s symbol.

This scarab belonged to him

and it was used to mark the entrance to the burial chamber.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[DOGS CONTINUE HOWLING]

Prune Wammy’s make you strong.

Prune Wammy’s make you sing a song.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Would you mind telling me what coat size you wear?

My coat size?

Just a harmless question

from someone who could help a grateful lady win a mink coat.

A real mink coat?

Of course.

In that case, I wear a size six long.

Just what does a girl have to do to win?

Oh, that’s entirely up to the judging committee.

Just where can I meet the judging committee?

You are looking at him.

Oh, really?

[♪♪]

What’s going on?

Chapter 6 is what’s going on.

But I was here first. Tell her to leave.

Me leave? Fat chance.

Uh, look, uh, girls, uh,

I told both of you, uh, I’m not participating in the...

in any Chapter 6.

Oh, no Chapter 6, huh? Hmm.

Well, I can’t blame you with her around.

Would you tell her?

Tell her that I’m the one you’re mad for?

Ladies, please. You?

Ladies, I uh...

I-- No.

He swore he’d never been with another girl

and he asked me to have faith in him.

And I do.

You’re so sure? Yes.

Well, maybe I did misjudge him.

If you just take a little time and get to know him.

All right.

I’m willing to give him a chance.

We’ll go see him right now. Oh, great.

No, girls, really. Come on.

Uh-- What..?

Get back. I’m saving myself for somebody else.

[KNOCK ON DOOR] No! Help!

[YELLS] Help! Help!

[PANTS]

[SIGHS]

[♪♪]

Angela, help!

Please tell Mr. Roarke I need help!

Uh, stop.

Ladies, you must come out.

No, I’m not leaving unless she does.

And I’m not leaving.

I’m in too deep to quit now.

[KNOCKING]

How many women are in there, boss?

Two...that we know of.

In that case, I volunteer to change places with the hostage.

Angela. What’s going on?

I must say that you ladies are acting rather,

what shall I say, uh, uniquely?

He had the nerve to tell us

he didn’t write the book.

Said you made him the author.

My dear Mr. Hunter.

You were not supposed to divulge

the nature of your fantasy.

I had to, Mr. Roarke.

They each wanted to Chapter 6 me.

[♪♪]

Well, there goes my fantasy.

You still have the rest of the weekend.

Your fantasy?

What was your fantasy?

For once in my life

to take a man away from my sister Audrey.

[CHUCKLES]

No, uh, that’ll never happen.

It’ll be me who takes the man away from you.

If you’re gonna fight over a man, I am available.

Let’s try our luck by the pool.

I think you’re right. Yeah.

After you. Thank you.

Boss, is it something I said?

This has got to be the key.

It fits.

Burial chamber must be behind this wall.

[BANGING]

[WALL CRUMBLES]

You found it. Yes.

[♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

Too heavy.

Abdul.

Please, Abdul, help us.

[GRUNTING]

Little further.

Try to open it.

[SQUEAKING]

[♪♪]

Look!

It’s Aki.

It-- It’s his face. It looks just like him.

[DOOR SQUEAKS OPENS]

JILL: Aki? Where is he?

He’s gone.

JILL: He just disappeared,

right in the middle of the desert.

[♪♪]

Has he?

[♪♪]

I realize relinquishing those artifacts

to the Egyptian museum

must be quite a sacrifice for you.

Oh, the satisfaction of actually finding them

is enough for me at this time in my life, Mr. Roarke.

I’m a very happy man.

Oh, well, then I am most pleased.

There’s one thing you could clear up for me though.

That boy, Aki,

it’s like he led us to the tomb. He wanted us to find it.

And then the actual moment when we found the mummy

he vanished, seemingly into thin air.

Unless it was he we saw on the mountain.

If indeed you saw anything.

We saw something.

Aki is a young Egyptian who has been coming here

for the last three years looking for the tomb,

same as you.

You have fulfilled his fantasy too.

But he looked exactly like the figure inside the mummy case.

Yes, I know.

You see, Aki is a young man looking for his heritage

and now he’s found it.

Well, that’s impossible.

The Royal House of King Tut hasn’t existed

for over 4000 years.

To your knowledge, Professor Marlow.

ROARKE: You saw the face in the mummy case

and you saw Aki.

Could he not be a descendant of kings?

Excuse me.

ROARKE: In nearly all our human cultures,

similar legends have been handed down to us

from timely memorial.

Aki! Aki! You have to leave now.

Mr. Roarke is telling everyone

that you’re related to the pharaohs.

Thanks for the warning.

Hurry and load up.

Now that all the artifacts have been tagged,

we must get back and seal the tomb.

Yes, Your Highness.

Your Highness?

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYS]

A great experience, Mr. Roarke, thank you.

I am delighted, Professor Marlow.

Miss Marlow. Mr. Kameel.

A great pleasure.

Mr. Roarke, thanks for my fantasy.

It’s a little more than I expected.

Me too.

It’ll be nice to get back to clerking again

at the old bookstore.

Mother’s talking about setting Barney up in his own store,

after we’re married.

Oh, how very generous of you, Mrs. Brennan.

Yes, well, if I do, there’s going to be one ironclad rule.

Oh, and, uh, what is that, may I ask?

That my son-in-law not sell any books

that deal with Chapter Six-ing.

[LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

Goodbye again. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Bye.

[♪♪]

Boss! Boss!

Something wrong, Tattoo?

The Prune Wammy Contest. I won!

First prize!

Ah, congratulations, my friend.

But, boss, I spent my life savings on postage stamps.

All I wanted is to win second prize, a mink coat.

Oh, yes, I know, but first prize must be

much grander than second.

It is! It is!

Out with it, my friend. What is first prize?

I won an all-expense-paid vacation to Fantasy Island.

[LAUGHS]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]