Original subtitles

[♪♪]

[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLING]

Good morning, boss.

Good morning, Tattoo.

Uh, what, may I ask, is that book you’re reading?

The Power of Hypnotism.

Oh, you’re studying hypnotism now.

To what end?

Or dare I ask?

Oh, for no special reason, boss.

Just for fun.

Indeed. Mm-hm.

Shall we go meet our guests?

[♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles!

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Mr. Johnny Court of Detroit, Michigan.

TATTOO: Boss, what’s his fantasy?

ROARKE: One cherished by professional gamblers everywhere, Tattoo.

Mr. Court wishes to participate in the world’s only

million-dollar poker game.

Ah, the annual Fantasy Island Poker Championship.

None other, my friend.

TATTOO: He looks so young. Is he good?

ROARKE: Exceedingly good, Tattoo.

Mr. Court has been playing poker since he was 14 years of age.

Now he feels it’s time to challenge the best,

including the one considered to be the world’s greatest.

You mean, Victor "Oly"?

Victory Holly, yes.

But, boss, you think Mr. Court can beat him?

ROARKE: Mrs. Nancy Weston,

a successful, highly respected photographer

from Chicago, Illinois.

TATTOO: She looks troubled. What’s her fantasy?

ROARKE: Mrs. Weston says she’s seeking the opportunity

to maintain her sanity, Tattoo.

Her sanity? What do you mean?

Mrs. Weston believes that she’s being haunted.

Haunted? You mean like "in ghosts?"

On a recent trip around the world,

she took hundreds of photographs for her new book.

On returning home she discovered that,

in a number of them there appeared the image

of a little girl.

Little girl? Whose little girl?

Oh, Mrs. Weston doesn’t know.

She is only sure that the little girl wasn’t there

when the photographs were taken.

Boss, you really think that little girl is a...a ghost?

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪]

NANCY: I know how crazy it all sounds,

and I can’t think

of a rational explanation. That was taken in Venice.

Yes.

Here is Stonehenge.

In England.

And here again

in a Buddhist temple.

Mr. Roarke,

there is no way that little girl

could have been in all those places when I photographed them.

The thought of... Of this...

ghost or this little girl or whatever she is,

is just obsessing me.

I have dreams.

Dreams like I haven’t had-- Uh, Mrs. Weston,

have you discussed this with your family?

Perhaps it might have a meaning to one of them.

There is no family, Mr. Roarke.

My husband was killed in Vietnam.

Last year our only son, Adam...

died in an accident.

He was 11. I am terribly sorry.

I’ve been quite alone since Adam died.

I find it very difficult accepting his death.

And now, this.

Uh, I just feel like everything is just

falling down around me.

Mr. Roarke, you have to help me.

Who is this little girl,

and what does she want from me?

Mrs. Weston...

this is one of the most bizarre fantasies

I’ve ever been asked to fulfill.

And if I am to fulfill it,

I must have your complete and unquestioning trust.

[♪♪]

Well, boss, I think it’s almost time.

Almost, Tattoo.

Ah, Mr. Court,

you must be anxious for that poker tournament to begin.

Sure am.

Been waiting for 16 years. I know.

And now you have some

of the greatest poker players in the world here.

JOHNNY: Like China Mike Ivory.

[CHUCKLES] And Boots.

Orville "Boots" Pierce.

Gentlemen, Art Thurston.

That’s as big-time as you’re gonna get.

ROARKE: Tell me, Mr. Court,

is it money or prestige that brings you here?

Maybe both.

No.

It’s for me.

Just once in my life I wanna be champ.

I see.

Oh, hello, Nick. Uh, have you folks met?

Eh, just briefly when Mr. Largo arrived.

Uh, I understand that you’re Mr. Court’s

financial angel, huh?

A hundred and fifty grand worth.

Johnny ponied up the rest.

Oh, and, uh, what do you get in return?

Well, I ain’t the neighborhood loan company,

if that’s what you’re asking.

Mr. Largo gets a 100 percent return

on his investment.

That’s $300,000 when I win the tournament.

And, uh, if he loses?

Uh, if you’ll excuse me

I’ll go, uh, order myself a lucky drink.

And by all means.

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

thank you so much for having me back.

Thank you for coming.

Fantasy Island’s poker tournament

wouldn’t be the same without Bertha Jones

dealing the cards, would it, Tattoo?

Uh, will you excuse me?

Certainly, love. How’ve you been?

Mr. Holly, so nice to see you again.

Likewise, Mr. Roarke.

I don’t believe you’ve met my daughter Emily.

A pleasure, Miss Holly. How do you do?

How do you do?

That him?

Uh, yes.

Would you like to meet him now?

I’ll handle it. Thanks.

Very well, sir.

Miss Holly, I think we’re going to have

a very interesting poker tournament.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I guess you’d be Victor Holly.

And you’d be Johnny Court.

Pleasure. Likewise.

They tell me you’re good.

The best, Mr. Holly.

The best.

I want everything you’ve got.

Yours for the taking, kid.

But I have no intention of letting you succeed.

If you’re ready, the game is about to begin.

Boss. Boss.

I just figured out who Nick Largo is.

Indeed.

I knew I saw his face before.

It was in TIME Magazine.

Boss, he’s a gangster.

I am well aware of Mr. Largo’s reputation.

But, boss, if Johnny loses Nick’s money...

I’m afraid Johnny will have to worry about that himself.

BERTHA: Now, can I have your attention.

Now let’s get down to business, guys.

The game is five card stud, no limit.

Two hundred thousand buy-in.

Go broke, you’ve got 30 minutes to find an angel

and get back in the game.

Good luck, gentlemen.

[♪♪]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[♪♪]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[♪♪]

[SCREAMS]

[♪♪]

[GASPS] Mr. Roarke!

Are you all right, Mrs. Weston?

Mr. Roarke, I’ve seen her. She’s here.

I had a dream.

I think I know now, it had to do with Adam.

In my dream it was the accident all over again.

Only this time...

this time she was here

with Adam.

Please, Mrs. Weston, calm yourself.

Don’t you understand? I’ve seen the ghost.

She’s here on Fantasy Island!

I do understand, Mrs. Weston.

I’ve been looking for you to tell you that she’s here.

But she’s no ghost.

Her name is Alison Castle,

and she arrived with her parents on the afternoon plane.

I don’t understand.

I am not quite sure even I understand yet, Mrs. Weston.

But I do know that Alison is no ordinary child.

And you must be extremely careful in approaching her.

For she may prove to be..

a very dangerous person to know.

[♪♪]

BERTHA: Deuce, ace, trey, jack.

Ace still bets.

Two hundred on the ace.

See it.

You lost me, gents.

One down.

Nope.

Two down.

Shall we go?

Ace and a pair.

Seven, no help. And a nine.

Pair of aces bet.

Five hundred on the aces.

Too hot for me.

BERTHA: Three down. Bet, Johnny.

JOHNNY: Wow.

We got to keep you honest.

Okay, last go-round.

BERTHA: Deuce and a pair of jacks.

Aces bet.

Thousand dollars on the aces.

And another thousand.

Call.

Three jacks.

Good enough.

ORVILLE: Nice going, Johnny.

You’re really riding a hot streak.

How about another deck? That one’s awful cold.

Maybe you’d have better luck, Orville,

if you had something to eat, huh?

Couldn’t get any worse.

Two hours jade with everybody?

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

With me riding a streak? Come on.

Oh, well, why not.

Good luck, come on.

Oh excuse me.

Uh, they tell me you’re Victor Holly’s daughter.

Guilty as charged.

You know something, Johnny Court?

You’re good.

So is your father.

By the way, are you allowed to consort with the enemy?

Depends on what you have in mind.

Dinner for two, bottle of wine,

some candlelight, the works.

Fine.

[♪♪]

So anyway, the guy finally turns over his hold card.

It’s a deuce. [LAUGHS]

Never saw that guy again.

I’m sorry, I’ve been-- I’ve been talking cards all evening long.

It’s okay, I was raised on it.

Good food, huh?

Good company.

Thank you.

Johnny,

why do you play poker?

Emily,

why do you own a dress store?

[LAUGHS] It’s my livelihood.

Poker is my livelihood.

But I can count on a certain income.

A poker player can’t say that.

You really don’t like gambling, do you?

Hate it with a passion.

I hear Nick Largo is backing you.

Yeah, that’s right.

My dad tells me he’s a very bad sort.

Well,

that’s one of the drawbacks about this business.

Guy’s choice of friends is definitely limited.

Ever think of changing your line of work?

Now and then. I once wanted to go to college.

I was gonna be an architect.

Build things.

Well, at the risk of it sounding like a cliché,

it’s never too late to start all over again.

Sometimes it is, Emily.

[EXHALES] Sometimes you get

too committed to a...

a goal to an idea.

Can’t let go of it.

Funny.

I’ve heard all of those words before.

My father used to say them to my mother.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Ah, Mrs. Weston, welcome to our luau.

Thank you.

I don’t feel as, um, troubled as I did today.

Just confused.

Perhaps if you practice a bit more patience,

even that will disappear.

Enjoy yourself. Thank you.

[SCREAMING]

[SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[TRIBAL MUSIC PLAYING]

GIRL: Please, please don’t cry.

Everything will be all right.

I promise you.

It’s just not safe now.

Not with Mom and Dad so near.

Dad can’t find out.

I promised you, didn’t I?

I wondered when you’d come.

It’s not nice to eavesdrop, you know.

[GASPS]

Sorry.

But you left so abruptly.

I’m Alison. And your name is Nancy.

I can’t believe you’re real.

I believe that you’re real.

I have so many questions,

I don’t know where to begin.

The photographs. How did you--?

I’m not supposed to talk about that.

Promise you won’t tell.

She’d be awful angry at me.

You promise?

How did you know my name?

I’m not supposed to talk about that either.

But I guess it’s all right to tell you.

My friend says you’re very nice.

He says you take pretty pictures.

Will you take a picture of me?

Is that who you were talking to a moment ago?

Uh-huh. My friend Adam.

[GASPS]

Can you actually talk to him, to Adam?

That’s why I did those things I’m not supposed to.

Appear on the photos?

Uh-huh.

He wants me to tell you something.

They’re coming. I can’t talk now.

But, Alison.

Please, you mustn’t tell them.

I’ll find you tomorrow. I promise.

There you are.

Alison, why did you run off alone like that?

Mrs. Weston, may I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Castle,

Alison’s parents.

Uh, Mrs. Nancy Weston.

How do you do? I’m afraid it’s my fault.

I just felt like taking a walk, and I saw Alison.

We started talking.

I didn’t really mean to keep her.

ROARKE: Mrs. Weston is a photographer

and, like you, came to Fantasy Island

for a quiet weekend.

You have such a-- A lovely daughter.

I’d love to take some photos of her.

Well, we’ll see.

I hope Alison didn’t bore you with her imaginary friends.

She’s got quite an imagination.

Well, it’s nice meeting you.

[♪♪]

Please, baby.

I promise you, you’ll love it.

[CHUCKLES]

Sorry. I’m still afraid to be hypnotized.

By me? Why?

Well, it means surrendering my mind and my body

to somebody else.

They might try to take advantage of me.

Strange, um, it never occurred to me.

Waiter, another round, please.

NANCY: It’s incredible, that little girl,

she can somehow talk to my son.

Come now, Mrs. Weston.

No.

No, Mr. Roarke.

She knew.

She knew my name.

She knew about the photographs.

Everything.

And her friend, Adam.

Don’t you see?

In my dream,

they were holding hands like friends.

Somehow,

he’s communicating with me through her.

But how?

Is this a trick of some kind?

Can she actually talk to my dead son or am I going mad?

You are not going mad, Mrs. Weston.

There is a very...

very fragile line between life and death.

And how difficult it is to transcend that line

has puzzled mankind since the beginning of time.

But I promise you this, Mrs. Weston,

before you depart from Fantasy Island...

you will have the answers to all your questions.

[♪♪]

[TICKING] That’s right.

Just let your mind lead the way.

Good girl. You’re doing good.

Now at the count of three,

you will open your eyes

and kiss passionately

the first man you see.

One, two,

three.

[♪♪]

For that, you’re not gonna get a tip!

You win again, Mr. Holly.

Good luck.

BERTHA: Good night, Mr. Ivory.

Better luck next time.

Hmm. Your deal, gentlemen.

Mr. Holly’s having a terrific winning streak.

Yes, he has, Tattoo.

Six of the last nine pots have been won by him.

How lucky can he get?

Indeed.

If it is all entirely luck.

Three thousand.

BERTHA: It’s up to you, Johnny.

[BEEPING]

Bet’s on you.

Maybe next time.

Bertha.

Thanks, Art. Called your thousand.

BERTHA: Oh. Three tens. Mr. Holly wins again.

Don’t spend it all in one place, honey.

Ladies.

BERTHA: See you next year, honey.

You too, all right?

Never saw such a run of luck in my life.

Can’t say I recall when I had such a run

Well, looks like it’s you versus me from here on out.

How does a sleep break sound to you?

What are you trying to do, break up my run of luck?

Why not? You broke up mine.

Seven hours sound all right?

Okay.

[♪♪]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Good morning.

Mrs. Weston.

May I come in?

I hope Alison’s disappearance last night

didn’t disturb you too much.

You did seem upset.

Why is it I get the impression

that you’re probing for information?

[SIGHS]

Because I think my son is a friend of Alison’s.

Highly unlikely. I know all of Alison’s friends.

Even friends you can’t see?

I don’t know what kind of a game you’re playing, Mrs. Weston.

But my daughter is none of your business.

Oh, yes, she is my business.

She’s talking to my son,

and he’s been dead for a year.

Alison’s imaginary friends

are much like other children’s imaginary friends.

They are playmates they make up

because they have no one to play with.

I advise you to leave me and my daughter alone.

[♪♪]

Morning.

Would you join me?

Uh, no, thanks. I’m not hungry.

Did you get much sleep?

No.

Something kept me awake.

Probably pretty keyed up from the game.

Yeah, you might say that.

No, really it was, uh...

something else that was bothering me.

Do you mind if I ask you a question?

Try me.

How come you and your father cheat?

Is that some kind of a joke?

It took me half the night to figure it out.

But it’s all there.

His hearing aid,

and your compact.

One a receiver and the other one a transmitter.

All you had to do was dot-dash in

the number of my hole card.

It was my father’s idea.

You see he’s losing his concentration

and he’s scared.

Of me? Yes.

He’s 99 percent convinced

you’d beat him in an honest game.

Who do you two think you are?

All my adult life I have skimped and saved

to get myself a reputation,

a stake, so that someday

I could be in a tournament like this.

And now you and your old man...

[SCOFFS]

You know, the funny part of it

that last night I was thinking,

maybe you and I...

Ah, what’s the use?

Right now I think I hate myself.

Johnny,

what are you gonna do about it?

I’m gonna prove your father right.

I’m gonna clean his clock in an honest game.

[♪♪]

Mr. Roarke. Tattoo. Mr. Holly.

Emily told me you found out.

If there’s a stronger word than "humiliated,"

that’s how I feel right now.

In all these years, I figured you were the best.

I was, Johnny, so help me.

This is the first time I ever...

[SIGHS] ...find yourself getting older.

No retirement nest egg.

Desperation sets in.

I gotta win this one, kid.

And for what it’s worth,

I’m sorry about...

[♪♪]

You’ll excuse me, Mr. Holly,

if I don’t feel too sorry for you.

[♪♪]

Hello.

You aren’t angry at me

for leaving you last night, are you?

I couldn’t talk anymore.

Not with them there.

Alison?

Honey?

Do you have other friends like Adam?

Uh-huh.

But Mom doesn’t want me to talk about them.

She said people won’t like me if they know

about my friends and things I can do.

What do they tell you?

They usually don’t stay too long.

They tell me about their mommies and daddies

and their friends.

Adam told me a lot about you.

I promised you’d see him today.

You...you did?

Alison...

is Adam happy?

Well, not exactly.

Why not?

He says he’s supposed to leave.

They all have to leave sooner or later.

But Adam can’t.

Why can’t he leave, Alison?

Feels trapped.

Like in one of your photographs.

I...I don’t understand.

Don’t you see?

He knows you’re still unhappy and that makes him unhappy.

He wants you to let him go.

I can’t.

His memory is all I have left.

The only thing I can hold on to.

My dad’s coming.

He’ll be mad if he sees us together again.

Alison, come here, please.

Stay with your mother.

Mrs. Weston, I’d like to know what’s going on.

This is the second time Alison’s disappeared

and turned up with you. I would like an explanation.

ROARKE: Perhaps your wife can explain.

Or should I do the explaining,

Mrs. Castle?

Did you know that your wife was once

one of the most powerful psychics in the world?

Oh, it’s true.

I’m afraid I’ve done some checking.

As a mere child she was able to perform amazing

mental feats.

Her ESP and telekinetic abilities

are among the highest ever recorded.

Alison has similar abilities.

Alien to us,

but quite normal to her.

She is able to communicate with, um,

if you prefer simple terms...

ghosts.

Mr. Roarke, that’s absurd!

I’ve never heard anything like--

I’m afraid what he says is true.

ARTHUR: But that’s crazy.

If any of this were true,

why would you have held it from me all these years?

Because I remember what it was like.

And I didn’t want Alison

to go through the same hell that I did.

[♪♪]

Exploited.

Like a sideshow freak.

Parents wouldn’t even let me play with their children

because they were afraid I might put a curse on them.

When Alison began to talk to her "friends"

I knew she’d inherited the power.

It gradually left as I grew up.

I was hoping it would do the same with Alison.

Don’t you see I wanted her to have

a normal childhood?

I didn’t want you to think you had

a freak for a daughter.

ROARKE: Mrs. Castle,

the field of psychic phenomena

commands respect in this day and age.

No one would treat Alison as a freak.

She has been given a very...

A very special gift.

Where is she?

She said she was going to talk to my son.

Find her right away.

[♪♪]

Beat your pair.

Three sixes.

BERTHA: Johnny wins with three sixes.

New deal coming up, gentlemen.

All right, here we go.

Nine, king.

King bets.

King bets $2000.

Call 2000.

[♪♪]

BERTHA: Another nine and a pair.

Queen and a possible flush.

Nines bet 10,000.

Call.

BERTHA: Another nine and three nines.

Ten of hearts and a very possible flush.

Seventy-five thousand.

I call your 75,000...

and...

I’ll raise you...

$100,000.

That’s where I poke, Johnny. I’m fresh out of money.

I’m sorry, Mr. Holly, but you know the rules.

You’ve got 30 minutes to call the bet.

Otherwise you lose by default.

No way I can raise it.

BERTHA: Thirty minutes, Mr. Holly.

Largo, I’d like to speak to you.

Privately.

Why not?

Dad, you can’t do that!

I’ve got to.

[SIGHS] That’s what I like.

A man of unwavering principles.

He’s desperate, Johnny.

He’s trying to protect my investment.

You backed your father?

I borrowed against my dress shop.

If he breaks,

I’m out of business.

Victor Holly was broke?

I told you.

His age. His concentration.

[SIGHS]

The hell of it is. Don’t even know if I should believe you.

I mean, maybe this is all part of the game plan.

The pretty little girl evoking sympathy.

As of right now, Johnny, me and you are parting company.

I’m backing Holly.

Sure you’re riding with a winner?

The odds against you having that royal flush

are next to impossible.

649,740 to one

to be exact.

I’m calling in my loan, kid.

You owe me 300 grand.

If that’s the way you want it.

Al...

I believe the ball was in my court

when we adjourned.

So there’s your hundred thousand.

BERTHA: Pot’s right, here we go.

Seven and no help.

A jack of hearts and a very, very possible royal flush.

[♪♪]

A hundred thousand.

I call your hundred...

and let’s keep it friendly.

I’ll raise you another hundred.

Call him.

Call.

You’ll need the royal, kid.

I got it.

BERTHA: And Johnny’s the winner.

[♪♪]

[WHINNIES]

NANCY: Stop!

Stop! Wait a minute!

That horse.

It looks exactly like that horse Adam was riding that...

this is impossible.

It looks just like the place where Adam was killed.

Does it? [HORSE WHINNIES]

Alison!

We’ve been looking for you.

[♪♪]

My God!

Adam.

Alison, I...

ALISON: It’s all right.

I was just saying goodbye to him.

Then he’s going.

ALISON: Because you understand now

why he has to go.

He’s not unhappy anymore.

I’m not sure I do understand everything.

But it’s true, I...

don’t feel so unhappy inside.

[MOUTHING]

You see? That’s why I can go.

You shouldn’t feel sad.

It’s really very nice where they go.

I know, honey.

[♪♪]

[HORSE WHINNYING]

Ah, Mrs. Weston, thank you so much for coming.

I’m glad you asked.

I had to say goodbye.

How can I ever thank you?

The smile on your face is more than enough.

When I think of how simple the solution to my problem was.

All I had to do was release Adam.

Ah, but releasing those we dearly love

is never that easy, Mrs. Weston.

Oh, um, let me show you the reason I asked you to stop by.

Oh, my photographs. Thank you.

Perhaps, uh, you should examine them.

[♪♪]

NANCY: What?

Alison, she’s...

She’s gone.

Faded out of them.

How?

Maybe it’s because

she no longer needs to be there, Mrs. Weston.

No, she doesn’t.

Not anymore.

Thank you.

[♪♪]

I, uh...

I tried to call you on the phone, but...

Oh, um, guess I didn’t--

I didn’t feel much like talking.

[SIGHS]

Funny thing about the tournament.

Winning, it meant everything.

And now...

Well, at least one good thing came out of it.

My father promised to give up gambling.

Permanently.

What about you?

I mean,

you’ve given up your whole business.

What are you gonna do?

I’m not sure.

Oh, uh, I might have a solution.

I’m listening.

You know, I have more than enough cash

to pay off your loan.

Suppose you continue to manage your shop for the new owner.

And...

And what?

...maybe think about someday marrying the boss.

That’s not a bad solution.

Not bad at all...

boss.

[♪♪]

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

ROARKE: Good luck to you.

Miss Holly. Bye-bye.

Mr. Holly, it’s been a great pleasure.

Uh, oh, uh, by the way, Tattoo,

how goes your, uh, hypnotism lessons?

Oh, boss, I wanna start all over again.

Oh?

But this time on a smaller scale.

Watch this.

[WHISTLES]

Well, Chester.

Now watch the watch.

Now relax.

That’s a good boy.

Just relax.

Now, at a count of three,

you will turn around and go back to the house.

One,

two...

three.

[LAUGHS]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]