Original subtitles

[♪♪]

[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLING]

Good morning, boss.

Good morning, Tattoo.

Boss, you are going to have a beautiful day.

Indeed. And just how did you arrive at that, uh, conclusion?

I just got your horoscope.

Oh, no. Oh, yes.

This is my new hobby.

I’m into astrology.

Oh, really. As a Pisces,

you are the strong silent type.

The kind of man who knows where he is going.

Where I am going is to meet our guests on the incoming plane.

Now you may stand here,

or if the stars approve, you may join me.

Boss, you don’t have to get upset.

Pisces gets along with everyone.

Unfortunately, I am a Sagittarius.

You are a Pisces.

Are you sure of that, boss?

I’m positive.

Hmm.

In that case, I am going to have a beautiful day.

And you’re gonna have a rotten day.

[♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

ROARKE: Mr. Duke Manducci in the red jacket

and, uh, his best friend, Ernie "Smooch" Kowalski.

Which one has the fantasy, boss?

Both of them.

Like so many others, there was a special cherished time

in their lives.

Mr. Manducci and Mr. Kowalski wish to

return to that time and relive those precious

and exciting moments.

When was that?

Twelve years ago when Duke Manducci was hailed

as "King of the Strip".

Janine Sanford.

And the young man with her is Arthur Sanford,

her husband of just three months.

For a newlywed, she don’t look too happy.

I’m afraid that’s understandable.

You see, she’s come to us with one of the most

frightening fantasies ever requested.

What’s that, boss?

Ever since her marriage,

Janine has been plagued by a reoccurring

but always interrupted nightmare.

She feels her only chance of preserving her marriage

and her sanity, indeed,

is to live through one of those nightmares to the very end.

Can we do that, boss?

We shall see, Tattoo.

We shall see.

TATTOO: There he is, boss! There he is!

ROARKE: Calm yourself, my friend.

Victor Duncan is only a man, not a god.

Only a man?

He’s a world-famous writer.

Before the wars, he climbed mountains,

sailed all around the world by himself.

Since he’s done everything,

what’s his fantasy, boss?

Mr. Duncan’s fantasy is to stalk and confront

the legendary Bengal Tiger

known to the natives of India

as "Chunpori, the Killer of Man."

Chunpori. I heard about it.

They say that, uh, he lives forever.

That is the most dangerous animal in all the world.

Is that true, boss?

Most of it.

The legend of Chunpori goes back many years

when it is said the great beast first appeared

and decimated a native village.

Since then, legend has it that Chunpori has returned

and raided every 14 years.

Hundreds of natives are said to have been

carried off by the ghost-like creature.

So Mr. Duncan wants to hunt him.

Legend meets legend.

I’d give anything to see that, boss.

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪]

[LAUGHTER AND EXCITED CHATTER]

RADIO HOST: ...on the radio top 40,

50,000 watts and the Hawk!

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

[THE MONKEES’ "LAST TRAIN TO CLARKSVILLE" PLAYING]

MONKEES: ♪ Take the last train To Clarksville ♪

♪ And I’ll meet you At the station ♪

♪ You can be there by 4:30 ♪

♪ ’Cause I’ve made your Reservation, don’t be slow ♪

♪ Oh, no, no, no ♪

♪ Oh, no, no, no ♪

♪ ’Cause I’m leaving In the morning ♪

♪ And I must See you again ♪

♪ We’ll have one more Night together ♪

♪ Till the morning Brings my train ♪

Well, here we are.

Everything seems to be in order.

Oh, Duke.

It’s terrific.

ERNIE: Just like home.

Is something wrong?

You don’t seem pleased

with the accommodations, Mr. Manducci.

Did we forget something?

Well, yeah. I mean, like,

what I came here for.

DUKE: I see this stinking garage

every day, you know, so I should fly in here

just so I could do some lube jobs?

I mean, come on, you know. Give me a break.

See, um, he’s my boss

him and his old man, they own this grease pit

and I work for him, so...

He does not own this one.

I had it specially built for your fantasy, Mr. Manducci,

just as it was when you were "King of the Strip."

Oh, and there is something else I have reproduced.

Tattoo.

♪ Oh, no, no, no ♪

♪ Oh, no, no, no ♪

[GASPS]

Duke.

Oh, wow. This is the Duce.

This is our Duce.

You know, I used to own one just like this.

Except I wrecked mine 10 years ago.

Believe me,

this car is identical to that one.

down to the last detail.

Well, enjoy your fantasy, gentlemen.

How do I look?

We got a customer.

Let’s go.

♪ Take the last train To Clarksville ♪

Hi. What can I do for you?

You can, uh, get your hand off my wheels.

Bozo.

Hey, now come on, relax, Hot Rod.

Nobody wants to touch your lawn spreader.

Lawn spreader?

Hey, it can run circles

around that duck-footed deuce roadster of yours.

Oh, is that so?

That is so.

If you want to pull that out of retirement,

I’ll show you.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Well, Smooch,

looks like we’re gonna show him who

is "King of the Strip," huh?

Oh.

[♪♪]

I believe you will find everything exactly

as you remembered

and described to us, Mrs. Sanford.

When does my fantasy--?

My nightmare begin, Mr. Roarke?

As it always begins. At midnight.

I will pick you up and take you, alone,

to a rather remarkable area here on the island.

In accord with your description,

we have recreated your childhood home.

I suppose we could call it rather fancifully

a "Nightmare House."

Yes.

It’s just like the house we lived in

when I was a little girl before--

It’s so strange.

When I was a little girl,

I used to have these same nightmares.

But as I got older, they-- They just went away.

And they didn’t return until after we were married.

Uh, that’s why we’ve come.

We feel that if just once Janine could go all the way

through one to the end,

she’d know what they mean and--

And they’d go away.

Let’s hope it turns out that way.

And now you will excuse me.

I have a lot of work to do before tonight.

[♪♪]

You know, it’s funny.

I have caroused and loved

and thought and written in every corner of this globe.

But I’ve never had this feeling before.

ROARKE: Feeling?

DUNCAN: That I was born for this place, this moment.

[YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Who’s the old man?

ROARKE: His name is Tibur.

He was once the greatest hunter’s guide in India.

Those are the marks of Chunpori’s claws

across his face and chest.

It is Sahib Roarke.

Does this old one honor.

Welcome to our miserable village.

Welcome. The, uh,

Sahib Duncan

comes here for a purpose, Tibur.

One you, most of all, will understand.

And what might that purpose be if one might ask, Sahib?

I come to hunt Chunpori.

Chunpori?

This Sahib Duncan does not wish to remain here.

It is a place of darkness and misfortune.

I’ve heard they’d sighted the tiger in your mountains

and he’s been raiding your village.

Only bears and beaters.

First class guide, I pay well.

The Sahib cannot stay.

It’s his decision, Tibur, not mine.

We cannot help you.

I heard the mountain men were good hunters, not cowards.

[♪♪]

Cowards!

Is this the badge of a coward?

One man has met Chunpori and lives and he stands before you.

Yes!

Yet ask any of these men

who Tibur once was.

Ask what keeps him alive and they will tell you.

It is hatred!

In the hope that one day

he will see Chunpori dead.

You help me find him and I’ll take care of the rest.

We’ll start the hunt first thing in the morning.

As the Sahib wishes.

[♪♪]

Car looks pretty sharp today, Hot Rod.

Yeah, you can play your cards right,

you might ride with me.

[LAUGHS] Ooh!

[AIR BLOWING OUT]

So, you really think you can take Duke in the Deuce?

No big deal.

ERNIE: Hey, punk.

Hey, Sophia says you can’t shut me down.

What about it, Hot Rod?

Excuse me.

I’m gonna cut some bears with these turkeys.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SQUEAL AND FLAP]

[♪♪]

Boss?

Yes?

There is a man outside

who came in by private plane.

He says he is the father of Mrs. Sanford.

Oh, yes, please show him in.

Come in, Colonel Weston.

Mr. Roarke will see you.

Thank you.

So you are Roarke.

Tell me, what kind of a charlatan are you, sir?

If you tell me how many kinds of charlatans there are,

perhaps I can identify my own type, Colonel Weston.

I mean deliberately creating a nightmare.

Oh, don’t deny it.

Janine left me a letter explaining her reasons

for visiting this island.

I have no intention of denying it.

It’s Mrs. Sanford’s wish to have this experience

and her husband agrees.

I’m sure he would.

Roarke,

let me tell you a few things about Mr. Sanford.

Sit down, Colonel, please.

Thank you.

Janine and I were very happy till she met him.

Oh, he said all the right things about loving her

and doing what was best for her,

but I’ve never trusted him.

Now obviously, these experiments are dangerous.

If anything should happen,

if her mind ever becomes affected,

he could very well wind up as sole control

of the large trust fund left to her by her mother.

Oh.

I see.

You think he is, uh,

pushing her into this nightmare fantasy, huh?

But he hasn’t missed a trick, has he?

Roarke,

a tragedy occurred in that house

when Janine was very small.

If she has to live through this again--

Excuse me, Colonel Weston,

but if you feel so strongly,

you are perfectly free to talk your daughter

out of her fantasy.

[♪♪]

Oh, I see you’ve tried.

Unsuccessfully.

Then,

may I suggest that you offer her your loving support

in as calm and reassuring manner as you can muster.

Roarke, if anything happens,

if anything happens to my daughter or her mind,

I promise you I’ll make you pay.

[DICK DALE’S "MISIRLOU" PLAYING]

Man, will you look at this.

The tall main Powers looks just the same.

Hey, Smooch, throw me some coins.

I want to hear some tunes. Oh, sure.

[COIN HITTING THE JUKEBOX]

Ah, Mr. Manducci, always good to see you smiling.

Sit down, sit down.

Well, how’s it feel to be, uh, "King of the Strip" again, huh?

Uh, terrific. You know?

You did a class act out here. I want you to know that.

You didn’t look too happy at the beginning.

Yeah, I know I wasn’t. You know, a guy my age

having a fantasy like this could sound kind of, you know.

Anyway, it actually kind of kicks, you know.

Good, good. I am so pleased you’re enjoying yourself.

Oh, by the way,

some of your friends

were able to make it to Fantasy Island.

ROARKE: Surely you remember Sheila Crane.

She used to wait tables here after school and, uh,

Kenny Matthews, big man on campus.

What’d you bring ’em here for? I, uh...

I don’t know them anymore.

Long time since I’ve seen them.

And that guy Kenny,

he’s very big in the real estate business.

He’s always buying or selling buildings.

And Sheila and I, well,

we used to go steady as true for a while.

But, uh, she’s a big time fashion model now, so...

Really. Well, it seems your friends

have progressed very nicely, haven’t they?

[LAUGHS] Yeah.

They’re real hot shots. Yeah.

[SLURPS]

Mr. Roarke, see, uh...

I appreciate what you’re trying to do, you understand, but,

[CHUCKLES]

I’m just a grease monkey, you see.

Maybe you are back home.

This is Fantasy Island,

and at this moment, you are once again

"King of the Strip," Mr. Manducci.

[COIN CLINKS]

Look, um, Mr. Roarke.

Uh...

Could you do me a favor

and just kind of send ’em back?

Oh, I’m afraid that’s out of my hands.

They are your guests here at your invitation.

If you’ll excuse us. Tattoo.

My invitation? WOMAN: Duke?

Duke Manducci, it is you.

Oh, Duke, let me look at you.

Getting your invitation was a real thrill.

Yeah, I, uh, guess it was.

Oh, that voice, those clothes.

Darling, you’re a classic.

Oh, yeah?

You ain’t doing so bad yourself.

Hey, brains. How you doing?

Hey, long time, Duke.

Don’t know what you’re up to these days.

Business must be good to throw a reunion like this.

And I couldn’t believe the strip.

This gig must be costing you a fortune.

Uh, yeah. Well, I mean, uh,

good times, old friends, what’s a little coin?

[CHUCKLES]

What are you into these days, Duke?

Uh...

Uh, gas and oil.

Terrific.

Gas and oil. That sounds fabulous.

Your own company?

Uh, yeah, well, um...

Actually, no. I got a partner.

Uh, you remember old Smooch. Hey, Smooch!

Come here. Come here.

Smooch.

How’s it going, big guy?

Hey, now listen. Uh, why don’t you two, uh,

sit down and, uh, I gotta check my makeup.

No offense, Sheila, right?

Come on, Smooch, let’s go.

Gas and oil, huh?

Who would’ve believed it?

I would.

Would you tell me what I’m supposed to do

with those hot shots out there?

Hey, having this is cool, Duker.

It’s gonna be just like the good old times.

And Sheila is looking good and she is really checking you out.

No, come on.

I mean, she’s got a lot of guys after her bod.

No. So what?

She doesn’t want to be hanging around

some fruitcake photographer.

It’s obvious, Duker.

She is hot to trot.

Now, listen to me, all right? And listen to me good.

I am in gas and oil just like I said.

You understand?

Are you listening to me?

That’s all you have to know. Keep your mouth shut.

We can skate on this the entire weekend.

You can count on me, Duker.

[LAUGHS]

Come on, come on.

[♪♪]

[CHANTING]

What’s he saying?

He say, "Holy man sees a vision."

What sort of a vision?

It is Sadu.

Sees a brokah

leading to a large tree

beside a cliff.

He could’ve tied nearby.

Sense death.

It cries feebly.

You tell your Sadu

that I’m not a child to be frightened.

I’ve hunted tigers before.

DUNCAN: What he describes could be any mud hole

and any goat tied up for bait

is gonna start bleating when he hears and smells the tiger

on the prowl.

Now what’s extraordinary about that?

In the distance

the spotted deer cries out,

and in the trees

monkeys sense danger

and are restless.

[MAN SPEAKING HINDI]

Now...

death is near.

So speaks the Holy Man.

I have no time for this metaphysical nonsense.

When I meet Chunpori, and we will meet,

this is all that I’ll need to take care of it.

I better get a good night’s sleep.

It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow.

[♪♪]

Tell me, old man,

what else do you see?

Tomorrow, Chunpori will kill again.

There’s nothing I can say to make you change your mind.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Thank you.

Good evening, Colonel.

Mrs. Sanford, there’s just time

to reach Nightmare House before midnight.

I’m ready.

Uh, Mr. Roarke,

wouldn’t it be better if I came along?

JANINE: No.

I have to go by myself. I was alone in my dream.

Yes, I think that’s best. If you’ll excuse us.

[♪♪]

JANINE: It’s just as I remembered.

It’s frightening.

Will you come inside for a minute?

Oh, that would not be wise.

We might disturb the psychic emanations.

Of course it’s not too late to change your mind.

Oh, no. No, I want to go through with it,

but what happens if...

well, nervous as I am,

if I can’t fall asleep?

Sleep will be no problem.

As soon as the clock begins striking midnight,

you will become sleepy.

Very sleepy.

With each stroke,

your eyelids will feel heavier

and heavier

until you fall gently asleep.

And then your nightmare will begin

just as you asked for in your fantasy.

And now...

Good luck, Mrs. Sanford.

Thank you.

[CHILDREN’S VOICES CHATTER AND GIGGLE]

CHILD: Soldiers! Attention!

[CHILDREN’S LAUGHTER CONTINUOUS]

Hi, Doodles.

I love you.

Oh, Doodles, I really love you.

[CHILDREN LAUGH]

[CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMES]

ROARKE: Soon after the clock begins striking midnight,

you will become sleepy.

Very sleepy.

With each stroke,

your eyelids will feel heavier and heavier

until you fall gently asleep.

RADIO HOST: You got it, and I’m the Hawk.

Whoo! Whoo!

Movin’ and groovin’ all night long...

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

...leave it right where it is.

Whipping along with Scotty Hawk and the top 40,

and let’s do it, do it, whoo!

["MY GUY" PLAYING]

Well, uh, ahem...

alone at last. [LAUGHS]

I was beginning to think it would never happen.

But thanks for having me here, Duke.

Yeah.

Um, I guess you’ve been too busy getting rich

to think of little ol’ me, hmm?

Uh, tell me about your oil business.

It sounds fantastic.

Oh, yeah, well, it’s, uh...

actually, it’s a-- It’s a drag, you know.

The bread is good, don’t get me wrong,

you know what I mean, but, uh...

Look...

let’s not talk shop, okay?

I mean, I brought you here to have a good time.

Okay.

How’s your wife?

Oh...

I don’t have a wife.

How’s your old man?

I don’t have an old man...

but I do have a good idea.

Let’s get out of here.

♪ ...Movie star ♪

♪ But when it comes To being happy, we are ♪

♪ There’s not a man today ♪

♪ Who could take me away From my guy ♪

Hey, no more games, Romeo.

You either race, or I spread the word

you’re a bunch of hot exhaust.

Oh, yeah?

You just get your wheels ready.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

[♪♪]

[EAGLE SCREAMING]

[♪♪]

[GUNSHOT]

[SQUAWKS]

[DRUMMING]

[CACKLES]

[LAUGHTER]

VOICE: Help me! I’m on fire!

[SCREAMS AND CACKLES]

Help me! I’m on fire!

Help me!

[VOICES SCREAMING]

DEEP VOICE: Help me, Janine.

Janine, please.

Please. Help me.

[VOICES SCREAMING]

[SHRIEKS]

[♪♪]

RADIO HOST: Bewitching hour, my friends,

and mellowing you down with that easy sound.

Cherish for the one that you do cherish.

Scotty Hawk nightside on your radio.

Got your radio in your ear and I’m there too,

feeling good and feeling fine.

Scotty Hawk and it’s my line.

THE ASSOCIATIONS: ♪ All the feelings That I have ♪

Duke, did you know you were my first love?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

It was a long time ago, you know.

Hey, uh, why don’t you tell me, um,

tell me about modeling.

How is it? What’s it like?

Um, lonely, mostly.

Oh, I travel a lot and meet a lot of people.

Mostly men.

[CHUCKLES]

But mostly it’s, uh...

just plain lonely.

I’ve missed you, Duke.

Funny how many times over the years I’ve--

I’ve thought about you.

Yeah? [SCOFFS]

Yeah.

Does that surprise you?

Well, you know what?

I was just wondering if maybe,

that was happening...

all those nights that I happen to be dreaming about you.

[CAR APPROACHING]

Do I dare ask what’s going on?

Yeah.

We’re talking.

We’re talking all about the, um...

All about the what? Stock market.

The stock market, huh?

Well, you better get going before things get too bullish.

[♪♪]

[LAUGHS]

You’re back in our bungalow.

How did I get here?

Mr. Roarke brought you.

I don’t remember.

Here. Drink this. All of it.

What is it?

Just something to help you relax.

I understand you had your nightmare.

It was horrible.

It all seemed so real.

All the toys coming to life and screeching

and coming after me and the fire was everywhere.

The general and clown and all the soldiers.

And then I saw the man.

The skeleton in the flames.

But it’s all over now.

You’ve done the worst of it

and thank God you’re all right.

No, it isn’t over.

This time I went deeper, farther than I ever had.

And always before,

after the fire and the skeleton,

I’d always wake up, but this time...

something was different.

Something was familiar about the figure in the flames.

And after the general, something was falling on me,

covering me.

That never happened before.

The thing that was falling on you, what was it?

I don’t know.

But for the first time I--

I was sure I was just about to find out.

Some kind of message or-- Or warning.

Something terribly important.

I feel sure if I could go back to Nightmare House

just one more time,

then I’d find out once and for all what it meant.

Why I--

ARTHUR: It’s all right, honey.

You rest now.

I’m not gonna let her do it.

We’re lucky she’s with us

after her experience tonight.

To take this risk, do it all over again?

No.

Something just occurred to me.

You’re not only afraid for Janine,

I think you’re afraid about something she might find out.

Why, Weston?

Do you know the end of her nightmare?

[♪♪]

[LOUD DRUMMING]

[♪♪]

[GROWLING]

[♪♪]

[ROARS]

Pug is enormous.

Cat must be twelve feet long.

[GROWLING]

[ROARS]

[ROARING]

[♪♪]

[SCREAMS]

Chunpori! Shoot him.

Shoot him. [SCREAMS]

Shoot him. [GUNSHOT]

[♪♪]

[ROARS]

[♪♪]

ROARKE: Uh, Mrs. Sanford,

your father tells me you wish to return

to Nightmare House again tonight.

Well, I don’t think that’s wise.

Good.

We can take the morning plane together.

Just a moment, Colonel Weston.

I meant such an experience might be harrowing

two nights in succession.

Rest tonight and, uh, perhaps tomorrow.

That makes sense. Don’t you think so?

No, it doesn’t make sense.

Not tomorrow, not next week, not ever.

Look, we came here to see this thing through.

There’s no time to back out now.

He’s right, Daddy. I’ve got to go through with it.

I see.

Well, that gives me 24 hours to stop this somehow.

I’m sorry your father is so very disturbed.

Excuse me.

I’ve been going back over and over last night’s dream.

Seems...

I’m almost sure I figured out what it means.

The figure in the flames,

the skeleton, seems so familiar.

Arthur...

I’m afraid that next time

I’ll find that I’m gonna cause my father’s death.

Well, news travels fast around here.

You mustn’t take it so hard, Mr. Duncan.

It could happen to anyone.

It didn’t happen to anybody. It happened to me.

See all my life I’ve tried to live

the way that I’ve tried to write, with style.

And I always thought that when my time came to die,

that I’d go out the same way, with style.

With panache.

I’ve blown it.

I haven’t been able to write a word for the past five years.

I’m blocked dry, dry as a dead desert.

I thought-- I thought that--

That at least I could get this last business right.

Instead, a kid got mauled because I turned yellow.

I froze.

And Chunpori beat me.

I’ll arrange a seat for you on tomorrow’s plane.

There’s no place to go.

There’s no place to run, to hide.

You see, all my life I’ve--

I’ve fought with death...

and I’ve always won up until now.

That’s at least what’s kept me alive.

No, no. I can’t leave here

until after I’ve met Chunpori again, until we settle this.

TIBUR: Listen to the Sahib Roarke.

Leave this island.

Go. There is no place for you here.

The villagers will not follow you.

A hunter who has shown fear

is one not to be obeyed or respected.

You should have listened to the Sadu

who prophesied death.

The Sadu was wrong.

None of the signs were there.

Nothing happened the way the fool prophesied.

The boy is badly hurt.

It’s because of me, not because of the prophesy.

I’m going after Chunpori,

with or without the help of the villagers.

With or without your help.

Then you will go alone.

And die alone.

Probably.

ROARKE: The old Shicari may be right, Mr. Duncan.

I would suggest you consider taking that plane tomorrow.

Mr. Roarke,

when I was a very young writer,

I wrote a story once about an old, tired fighter.

Old age

was what he feared

and what had happened to him.

Now one night it came to pass that he had to fight

and he didn’t think he could do it.

He was afraid of old age

and afraid of defeat.

Until he thought

old age is one thing,

defeat is another.

That night he fought and fought very well.

Did he win or did he lose?

[♪♪]

I know why I came here.

It wasn’t to face Chunpori.

It was to face myself.

Did he win or lose?

He lost.

And won...

magnificently.

Boss...

you think Chunpori is gonna kill him or not?

RADIO HOST: Hey, hey, hey!

Is there any other way?

Hanging 10 on a top tune.

"Surfin’ U.S.A." today with Scotty Hawk.

50,000 mighty watts and you know you got the hots

for the Hawk.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

BEACH BOYS: ♪ You’d see them Wearing their baggies ♪

♪ Huarache sandals too ♪

♪ A bushy bushy Blonde hairdo ♪

♪ Surfin’ U.S.A. ♪

Duke, this condo development is pure gold.

And I want you to get in on something really solid.

Big profits.

I don’t know, you know,

I don’t like to talk business all weekend.

You know what I mean?

Let me have your business card.

Um... ERNIE: Hey, Duker!

Oh.

Hey, Smooch, what you got?

Hey, Duke, I was wondering,

you know any chicks that wanna go to the sock hop tonight?

I don’t know. We’ll check it out, okay?

Catch you later.

Come on, let’s go. I mean, I went up to this girl--

SHEILA: Oh, Duke... Smooch?

Can I--? Excuse me, Smooch.

Can I speak to you a moment?

Um, you know, tonight’s our last night here.

Yeah.

But not our last night together.

Well, you know. I don’t know.

with you out there on the East Coast

and me here on the West, you know.

Oh, Duke. After last night,

I’m not letting you ever get away again.

I’ve already called my manager in New York.

I’ve asked him to find me a townhouse

or something out near you.

Out near me?

[LAUGHS]

Gee, Sheila, you know, I’d like that.

I-- I really would, you know,

but I don’t know, are you sure it’s a good idea?

I thought it would make you happy.

Oh, it does, it does, Sheila.

Sure, it--

I think it’s a terrific idea.

Oh, Duke.

[♪♪]

[ROARS]

Okay, boy. It’s all right. All right.

You’re gonna have a new friend.

It’ll be all right.

[WOOD CRACKING]

I have brought you some tea to brew...

and some whiskey.

It will be a long night.

How’d you know where to find me?

Does the Sahib not recognize this place?

I haven’t been here before.

Oh, look above you, Sahib Duncan.

The tree, the bush, the goat.

Over there, the cliff beyond the jungle.

Behind us the stagnant pool.

The place of death.

This is the place

the Holy Man saw with the eye of his mind.

It will soon be night

when death

comes on silent feet.

The Sahib must go.

[♪♪]

If you want to help me, you can build me a machan in that tree.

A platform from which to shoot Chunpori.

It will be done.

After that I want you to return to your village.

If I’m not back by sun up,

I want you to find Mr. Roarke

and tell him...

It shall be as the Sahib wishes.

[♪♪]

[THUNDER CRASHES]

[DISTANT HOWLING]

Well, this is my third brandy.

I think I’ve strung it out long enough.

I don’t have to go back to Nightmare House

until tomorrow night, Daddy.

We can talk before then.

[SIGHS]

I always think of your mother

when I see your hair dressed like that.

I’m so frightened, Janine.

I love you so much.

I’ll be all right, Daddy.

I’ve got to do it.

Good night.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Oh, Mr. Roarke, is something wrong?

Come in. Oh, thank you.

Um...

Good evening, Mrs. Sanford.

I have come to take your wife to Nightmare House.

ARTHUR: But you said it would be tomorrow.

New influences arise that cannot be ignored.

Now don’t-- Don’t-- Don’t ask me to explain.

But it must be tonight

or never.

[♪♪]

I’ll get my shawl.

[♪♪]

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Hey, Duke.

I can’t find one chick to dance with me at the dance contest.

What are you talking about?

Plenty of cute wallflowers hanging. Come on.

Hey, Sheila, want to dance?

Oh, I promised this one to Duke.

♪ Cherish as much as I ♪

♪ Do yours ♪

♪ Oh, I’m beginning to think ♪

♪ That man has never found... ♪

Sheila, there is, uh,

something I have to tell you.

Oh, there’s a lot we both have to tell each other

to catch up on twelve years.

Right. But, no, you don’t understand.

You see, sometimes things are not just what they seem.

You know what I mean?

[SIGHS] This is not easy.

I’m a phony.

I ain’t got no money.

And all that gas and oil talk,

that’s all it was is talk, you understand?

The plain fact is, uh...

I’m a grease monkey.

That’s it.

And if you want a real laugh...

the King of the Strip,

the guy you want to share a townhouse with...

has been working in the same place

for the last 12 years.

In Smooch’s garage.

Duke, this weekend. All this.

No, it wasn’t my idea.

Mr. Roarke asked you all down here.

See I just--

I just wanted to have a good time, that’s all.

HOT ROD: Hey, has-been.

You want a race or you wanna, uh, put on a show?

Look, why don’t you just grow up, huh?

Hey, what’s the matter, old man?

Are you chicken? [SCOFFS]

All right. Park Road. Dawn. I’ll be there, all right?

Good enough.

Duke.

Duke, wait.

Wait for what, Sheila? Come on.

You and I were 12 years ago, all right?

But it doesn’t have to be.

You just caught me off guard, that’s all.

Duke, we could still make it together.

Duke, I’ve fallen in love with you all over again.

No, listen to me. You don’t understand.

I’m 30 years old.

All I got is what you see.

I’m a slightly over-the-hill "King of the Strip.

That’s all you’re ever going to be

until once and for all you have guts to give all of this up

and grow up yourself.

Oh, Duke.

Duke, please do it for me.

Don’t you see?

I need you.

Help me.

Help you?

Look at you.

You got everything.

I can’t even help myself.

It’s too late.

[♪♪]

[VOICE MOANING]

[CHILD BLATHERING]

GHOSTLY VOICE: Hey, Doodles.

I love you.

Oh.

Oh, Doodles, I really love you.

[LAUGHTER]

[CUCKOO CHIMING]

ROARKE: Soon after the clock begins striking midnight,

you will become sleepy.

Very sleepy.

With each stroke,

your eyelids will feel heavier

and heavier...

until you fall gently asleep.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

[♪♪]

[EAGLE SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOT]

[SQUAWKS]

[DRUMMING]

[GHOSTLY LAUGHTER]

[SNARLING]

VOICE: Help me!

Help! [VOICES SCREAMING]

Help me!

[SCREAMING]

[♪♪]

GHOSTLY VOICE: Help me, Janine!

Janine, please!

Dad. Please help me!

Oh, my God. Daddy!

[SCREAMING]

[EXPLOSION]

[WINDOW SHATTERING]

COLONEL: Janine!

Daddy?

COLONEL: Please help me!

GHOSTLY VOICE: Help me!

[VOICES SCREAMING]

COLONEL: Janine!

Please help me!

Daddy!

[THUNDER CRASHES]

[♪♪]

Daddy?

Help me, Janine!

Janine! Please!

[♪♪]

Follow me!

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

[GOAT BLEATS]

[GROWLING]

[BLEATING]

[GROWLING]

[ROARS]

[♪♪]

[GUNSHOT]

[DUNCAN SCREAMS]

[ROARING]

[CHEERING]

[ENGINES REVVING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

MAN 1: Go, Duke, go.

MAN 2: All right, Duke. You got ’em!

DUKE: I’m 30 years old.

I’m a slightly over-the-hill King of the Strip.

SHEILA: And that’s all you’re ever going to be

until once and for all you have guts to give all of this up

and grow up yourself.

[TURNS ENGINE OFF]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Hey, Duke. You had it, man.

Why’d you do it?

I guess the king is dead.

[♪♪]

ROARKE: He wrote about the sea,

the mountains, the wind.

This will be a good place.

A happy place for him.

Yes, boss.

And now, Tattoo,

I’ll tell you the rest of Mr. Duncan’s fantasy.

He knew.

He must have known.

His fantasy was to stay here forever.

But...

you mean he wanted to die?

No, but he knew he was going to anyway.

His doctor had only given him two months to live.

Now, don’t-- Don’t feel too sorry.

He could have died in a hospital

or a hotel room, but I think...

his kind of man...

wanted to die in this way.

In a place like this.

Come, my friend. Let’s go home.

[♪♪]

ROARKE: Old age is one thing.

Defeat is another thing.

[♪♪]

Well, Mrs. Sanford.

How do you feel today?

For the first time

I slept peacefully last night.

And no more nightmares.

I can testify to that.

No, not ever again now that I know.

She knows she’s not the cause

of her mother’s death, Mr. Roarke.

There are no repressed memories of guilt.

No, it was a premonition of the future.

Not a memory from the past. I got it all wrong.

It wasn’t warning me that I was going to kill my father,

it was telling me that I was destined to save his life.

And those nightmares might have gone

on and on if we hadn’t come to Fantasy Island.

We are very pleased, Mr. and Mrs. Sanford.

Colonel.

Pleasant journey. Thank you so much.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Uh, I want to, uh, thank you, for the weekend, Mr. Roarke.

You know, it kind of put things more in, uh...

Uh, perspective?

Yeah, perspective. Yeah.

Anyway, with a little help,

I’m gonna see what I can do about, uh,

catching up with the rest of the world.

Oh, in that regard, uh,

a gentleman did inquire about your availability

as a pit mechanic for his international racing team.

Pit mechanic? Yes.

Race team.

Oh, that’s terrific. No, wait. Who is this?

Oh, just someone who always had a fantasy to be

a policeman.

Remember the gentleman who asked you questions

at Lovers’ Lane?

Hey.

Have a safe journey.

Thanks. Thank you.

Goodbye.

ERNIE: Hey, Duke.

Where are you going?

International, Smooch.

We are going international.

Yeah, but how about me? What am I gonna do?

Well, you know a, uh, top mechanic

can always use an apprentice.

Come on.

[♪♪]

Uh, boss.

I’m sorry, I’m going to have to leave you.

I’m in a rush.

Why the hurry, Tattoo?

Well, my horoscope says that, uh,

I’m gonna have a very, very romantic evening.

Indeed.

But it’s still early in the morning.

But, boss, um, I’m gonna round up a couple of girls

and try to persuade them that, uh,

that a man in their stars is short,

dark and handsome, hmm.

Goodbye, boss.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]