Original subtitles

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Who are they, boss?

ROARKE: Professor Harold DeHaven and his wife, Amanda.

Once very much in love, they have grown apart

and now remain together out of habit.

What's their fantasy?

Despite his youth, the professor is a highly respected,

though totally unknown, marine biologist.

The professor wants to make a scientific breakthrough

that will earn him the respect and recognition

he feels he deserves.

He wants to find a-- a new kind of fish or something?

Or something, yes.

TATTOO: Who is she, boss?

ROARKE: Her name is Julie Brett.

TATTOO: What's her fantasy, boss?

She has come here to have one date.

She wants to spend one evening with a man

who she met four years ago then lost track of.

His name is Michael Duvall. She calls him the perfect man.

He must have made quite an impression on her.

When you consider she only met him once.

I'm afraid she has romanticized the incident

far out of reasonable proportion.

But if she see him again, will that make matter worse?

It will, in fact, be dangerous.

So, dangerous that even I cannot guarantee the outcome.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Ah, Professor DeHaven, Mrs. DeHaven, please.

ROARKE: I wouldn't stand too close

to the sea in this area.

The tides are powerful and unpredictable.

Well, I'm not afraid of the ocean, uh,

you might even say it's my textbook.

And you are eager to read the next chapter, are you not?

-HAROLD: Uh-huh. -ROARKE: Good.

Um, there is a hidden cove

near those rocks over there. Do you see?

ROARKE: I am told that, uh, exotic specimens of marine life

are often trapped in its tide pools.

So, uh, it may prove an interesting

starting point in your quest.

Oh, thank you. I hope it is.

Um...

I'll be back for dinner.

Uh, Professor, one word of caution.

Uh, the sea can be a source of life...

or a producer of death.

Your fantasy may contain more than you bargained for.

I'll take my chances.

Good luck!

Mr. Roarke, is he in any real danger?

Perhaps.

Why don't you go along, Mrs. DeHaven?

ROARKE: When two share an experience or burden...

its weight can be reduced by much more than half.

I'm afraid it's not so simple.

AMANDA: You see, he goes his way and...

I go mine.

Mrs. DeHaven, on Fantasy Island,

more than any place else on earth...

it is extremely unwise to play it safe.

Mr. Roarke, what are you trying to tell me?

If you still have any love for your husband...

you, too, may have to take some unusual chances

in the near future.

Good day, Mrs. DeHaven.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Come in. -[DOOR OPENS]

ROARKE: Good afternoon, Miss Brett.

Hi, Mr. Roarke.

-[GASPS] For me? -Yes. Thank you.

It arrived from Paris just this morning.

An Yves Dupree original?

-Yes. -[GASPS] Oh.

JULIE: Oh, it's beautiful.

-I don't know how to thank you. -That isn't necessary.

Miss Brett, uh,

just how much do you know about Michael Duvall?

He is the most wonderful, charming man I have ever met.

Are you aware that he is not a resident

of Fantasy Island?

ROARKE: In fact, he lives on a nearby island

and, uh, I have no authority there.

A man who lives on a tropical island. How chic.

He's sounding better all the time.

Miss Brett, Michael Duvall does not live

here on Fantasy Island because I won't allow it.

-What? -ROARKE: That's right.

ROARKE: I permitted him on my island for today only.

I believe, without proof, I admit...

that Michael Duvall is a dangerous man.

And I am not sure I should allow you

to go through with this fantasy.

Mr. Roarke,

I have dreamed about Michael Duvall

for four years.

I mean, the very thought of just seeing him again one day

has kept me going.

I do think I know what he's like.

Miss Brett, at the risk of sounding repetitious...

I must caution you not to leave Fantasy Island.

At 1:00 a.m. I shall have a car pick you up

at his suite and return you here.

Mr. Roarke, I do not want to hear

anything bad about Michael Duvall.

And I do not need your interference.

So, I insist that you give me my fantasy.

Well, in that case, if that is your wish--

It is.

I can only hope you have a lovely evening, Miss Brett.

Now I suggest you open the door.

Hello, Julie.

Michael.

Mr. Roarke.

Mr. Duvall. Will you excuse me?

May I come in?

Uh, sure.

You said my name. Then you remember me?

Of course I remember you.

You're not the kind of woman a man would easily forget.

I-- I don't usually do things like this.

I mean, asking you for a date.

-I hope you don't mind. -Mind?

I'm looking forward to it.

So am I.

What do you say I come back for you at eight o'clock?

Dinner in my suite?

I'll be ready.

Tonight.

Eight o'clock.

[SIGHS] Wow.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GASPS]

-[GASPS] -WOMAN: Do not struggle.

What?

Who said that?

WOMAN: Do not struggle and you will be free.

Relax. Relax.

[GRUNTS] Hey, I'm-- I'm getting free of it.

[GRUNTS]

Where are you?

WOMAN: I am nearby. Over here.

[PANTING]

WOMAN: You are very close now.

Are you all right?

Miss?

-Uh, can you hear me? -[SIGHS]

I am dying.

[INHALES] I'm glad you are safe.

No, no, no. I'll help you. What you need is, uh,

warmth, sunshine.

Oh.

You...

you're a mermaid.

But that's impossible.

[GASPS] I have been in a great storm.

[INHALES DEEPLY] I am weak.

Drifting for many nights.

Unable to... rest.

[BREATHES HEAVILY] Now I will die.

No.

No, no. I'll help you. I'll-- I'll put you in shallow water.

There's no use.

I'll be right back.

[GROANS]

You better cover up.

I must tell my colleagues of your existence.

No, please.

No other mortal must know of my existence.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Harold!

Harold, are you carrying someone?

AMANDA: Harold!

["FEELINGS" BY MORRIS ALBERT PLAYING]

♪ Feelings ♪

♪ Nothing more than feelings ♪

♪ Trying to forget my ♪

♪ Feelings of love ♪

♪ Teardrops ♪

♪ Rolling down on my face ♪

♪ Trying to forget my ♪

♪ Feelings of love ♪

♪ Feelings ♪

♪ All my life I'll feel it ♪

♪ I wish I'd never met you ♪

♪ You'll never come again ♪

♪ Feelings ♪

♪ Feelings like I never lost you ♪

♪ Feeling like I never had you

♪ Again in my life ♪

♪ Feelings ♪

♪ Feelings ♪

You have saved my life.

I'm at rest in sea water.

And yet we are far from the sea.

I-- I put the salt in the water and minerals to approximate

the chemical make-up of the ocean more or less.

And this foam is...

unlike any I have seen in all of the seven seas.

Well, that's bubble bath. I put that in

because you're sort of...

I mean, entirely... [CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES] Unclothed?

[CHUCKLES]

My destiny has been merciful

to have placed me in the hands of...

so loving and tender a mortal.

I am Naya.

Daughter of Peridian.

King of the Dark Blue City of the deep.

Speak my name.

Naya.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

AMANDA: Harold!

Harold?

[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]

-Naya, stop, please. -Harold, I cannot.

It is the sound of my earthly being.

-The sound of your... -Harold, I hear someone.

Who's in there with you?

[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]

It's a woman.

Oh, Harold.

Amanda. This is not what you think.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Amanda!

Amanda!

I wish you hadn't done that singing.

Amanda probably jumped to the conclusion...

HAROLD: Naya.

HAROLD: Naya, where'd you go?

Where-- where am I?

-How did I get here? -[CHUCKLES]

You were brought here on the wings of angels.

Just like the rest of us.

[STAMMERING] What are you talking about?

Our host. The handsome and charming

Michael Duvall.

You see, what, uh, happened to you,

happened to all of us here.

Champagne? He did a number on it.

[CLICKS TONGUE] What we're trying

to say is that you...

All of us here are prisoners in this house.

His prisoners.

I don't understand.

We perform... services... for the men he brings here.

Most of them old. All of them very rich.

Believe it.

-[DOOR OPENS] -[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Good morning, Julie.

And how are you feeling?

All right, girls.

Well, I assume the other girls have told you why you're here.

-They told me. -Well, I'm Madame Jeannot.

For the lack of a better, uh, way of expressing it...

[CHUCKLES] ...I am the house mother here.

I know how you feel, Julie.

You see, I was once in very much the same situation as you.

Mm, but that was some years ago.

Then what are you doing here

and why are you still a part of this?

Oh, you might say I rose from the rank and file...

to a position in management. [CHUCKLES]

MADAME JEANNOT: Look, my dear, cooperate

and things will be easier for you.

And what if I don't?

Oh. [CHUCKLES]

Victor?

MADAME JEANNOT: Now Annie is an example

of a girl who would not cooperate.

MADAME JEANNOT: But I have a feeling

she'll come to her senses very soon now.

MADAME JEANNOT: Won't you, dear?

MADAME JEANNOT: You'll be able to bathe

and you'll have a lovely dinner,

and I've selected a stunning new wardrobe for you.

[SCREAMING]

No! [SOBBING]

Naya!

Where are you?

Naya!

-Oh, oh. -I am here, Harold.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Oh, where'd you vanish to yesterday? I mean,

one minute you were in the bathtub and the next,

-nothing. -[CHUCKLES]

What seems marvelous to mortals of the land

is as nothing to creatures of the sea.

-I don't understand. -NAYA: I am of the sea.

And like the sea, as formless as quicksilver.

The shape you see me in now

is but the construction of your earthbound mind

and heart.

What you see is what you wish to believe.

As formless as quicksilver?

Does that mean you...

just vanished down the drain?

Swim with me now to my world.

You have nothing to fear if you but follow me.

Not even drowning. Do you believe?

Yes. Yes.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-[DOOR CLOSES] -[CUTLERY SCRAPING]

Good afternoon, girls. I trust you're all well.

How are you, Julie?

I trust you enjoyed our evening together.

DUVALL: I certainly did.

And I'm sure you'll find your stay here

equally enjoyable.

[GASPS]

Madame Jeannot.

Fran, Mickey, bring her along.

Well, either bring her along or be with her.

MADAME JEANNOT: You have the choice.

Sorry, Julie.

Come on, honey.

MADAME JEANNOT: Julie, I tried to warn you.

So, I hope this is the last lesson

in cooperation that I'll ever have to give you.

Now, move over here...

and put your hands through the metal rings.

Julie, do it.

It'll happen anyways and she can only make it worse.

[CHAINS RATTLING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

AMANDA: Mr. Roarke.

-Oh, good morning, Mr. Roarke. -Good morning.

I was wondering, have you seen my husband?

AMANDA: When I woke up this morning,

he had already left.

Yes. I just saw him. I believe he went for a swim.

Oh, thank you very much.

-Mr. Roarke? -ROARKE: Yes.

Mr. Roarke...

he's out there with a m-- mermaid.

Oh, come now, Mrs. DeHaven. Mermaids aren't real.

How could you have seen your husband with something

that doesn't exist?

[SOBS]

[SIGHS]

Well, I can't blame Mr. Roarke for all this.

JULIE: He sure did his best to try to talk me out of it.

Who's Roarke?

Skip it.

[SIGHS]

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life.

And I've always been missing a simple little thing

called dignity.

JULIE: Maybe it's something you have to earn. I don't know.

JULIE: But I do know one thing.

I am not gonna let what happened to you

happen to me.

Do you think we're here because we want to be?

No. I'll tell you what I think.

I think it's time you did something about it.

Now have any of you really tried?

Does that mean you're just going to continue

to be slave hookers?

There are eight of us and there are four of them, right?

JULIE: Oh! This is just terrific.

Would you prefer to hook for that creep, Duvall,

for the rest of your lives?

Or until you're just so old

and used up that no man would ever want you?

If you can figure out a way to get us out of here,

you can count me in.

That goes for me, too.

A mermaid, Mr. Roarke. A mermaid swimming out to sea.

Well, I cannot debate the reality

or unreality of mermaids, Mrs. DeHaven.

To unhappy people, a dream can seem more solid

than the most concrete object.

-Unhappy people? -ROARKE: Yes.

You and your husband have not been

deriving the happiness you desire from your marriage.

ROARKE: Forgive me for saying it,

but it's quite obvious, Mrs. DeHaven.

In such instances, who can say what

unlikely creature may arrive to agitate the situation.

But Harold's the one who wanted a fantasy.

All he wanted was to make a scientific discovery.

And you, you've got him involved

in some shoddy affair with a mermaid.

Or something.

Do I?

ROARKE: You and your husband have not been able to share

his disappointment or your love

and now you seem to be sharing...

some, uh, mutual hallucination.

Well, I would say that was somewhat of an improvement.

Please, Mr. Roarke, don't play games with me.

Mr. Roarke, you've got to help me understand

what's happening because I have this

terrible feeling that time's running out.

Mrs. DeHaven...

perhaps you have been jealous of your husband's work.

ROARKE: When it disappointed him,

he felt he couldn't discuss it with you.

And so he redoubled his efforts to succeed.

You drifted farther and farther apart.

Loving... but not touching.

[SOBS] Oh, it's true. Oh, but, Mr. Roarke,

I don't want to lose him.

Then if...

I say if, there is a mermaid...

and if she has chosen the professor as her consort...

you must win him back before she can take him out to sea.

The legends tell us no man can live in the ocean depths.

But what if I can't get him back?

Unless you can regain the professor's love,

he will die, Mrs. DeHaven.

ROARKE: Whether this is really a mermaid or not...

-he will die. -[GASPS]

Then I've got to stop him. [SOBS]

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

Mr. Roarke, I'll fight for him any way I have to.

[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]

That was an incredible experience.

Unbelievable.

I'll never forget it.

Why speak of forgetting...

when this can be yours for all eternity?

When next the tide is high, come with me.

Me, go with you?

We shall swim in the vastness of the immortal deep.

You and I, side by side, for all eternity.

Oh, but that can't be. I mean, I'm just...

I'm just a mortal man.

When you and I are one,

you will cease to be a creature of the earth.

You will become a merman.

NAYA: Do not answer me now.

Come to the shore when the tide is high.

Give me your answer then, my love.

Julie, we've been talking. What about Victor?

He's always hanging around.

And don't worry about Victor. I will handle him.

Now, aren't we forgetting someone?

The man himself?

Mickey and I'll take care of him,

even if we have to use a baseball bat.

Sandy and I want a little piece of him, too.

What about Annie? We just can't leave her here.

I'll get Annie.

Great. Well, I guess we're all set then.

-We hit 'em at six o'clock. -MICKEY: Mm-hmm.

-We better check our watches. -Oh, yeah.

You summoned me?

-I did. -What would you have?

It's what you would have.

Professor DeHaven.

I most certainly will have him.

You are wrong, Naya.

Not this time, Roarke.

We have battled before. Have I ever lost?

There's always the first time.

Leave him to me.

NAYA: Come to me, Roarke.

I will love you like no other man

has ever been loved.

NAYA: Together we shall swim the seven seas

and live in love for eternity.

I love him, Roarke. I will have him. I will.

Go home, Naya.

JULIE: Oh, Victor.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Taking a little stroll. Uh, what time do you have?

One minute to six.

-Close enough. -What?

I said I wanted to be close to you.

[CHUCKLES] You know the rules.

Yes. I've always thought they were made to be broken.

JULIE: Is there someplace where we can go and be alone

for a little while?

Like maybe, uh, talk or something?

I need somebody.

Come on.

Come on, Annie. Come on.

Come on, we're getting out of here.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Madame Jeannot, are you in the bathroom?

JEANNOT: Of course I'm in the bathroom.

Good. Because that's where you're going to stay

for a long time.

-JEANNOT: What is this? -[THUDDING]

Let me out of here. Let me out of here.

[DOOR OPENS]

What are you doing here?

You know this is off limits unless I call for you.

Very well, if that's the way you want it.

Madame Jeannot?

DUVALL: Madame Jeannot!

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

JULIE: Come on.

-[DOOR CLOSES] -[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Wait a minute, Roarke.

You have no authority on this island.

I take any authority I choose

when the safety of my guests is concerned.

I suspected his activities, but now with you

and these other ladies to testify against him,

I'll see that, uh, you never get out of prison.

ROARKE: Uh, these officers were assigned to me

by the Governor General of this island,

and they have total...

authority.

ROARKE: White slavery and prostitution

are not allowed on any island.

Gentlemen.

Well, Miss Brett, you are all quite safe now.

And I can't say you didn't warn me.

But you must've known what was going on there all along.

I suspected it, but I needed proof.

However, your involvement caused me

to short circuit the legal niceties.

Well, ladies, shall we go to my island

and, uh, more pleasant fantasies, hmm?

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Harold, don't go! Don't go!

Harold. Harold. Harold, I was wrong.

I was wrong to let your work come between us.

AMANDA: Oh, I know how important it is to you.

AMANDA: Oh, and I promise I'll be more understanding

from now on.

AMANDA: Oh, please don't leave me.

I still love you.

-You do? -Yes!

-Come to me! To me! -Harold!

Mandy, it's-- it's too late.

Oh, Harold. Harold, don't. Don't.

-Stay, Mandy. -Harold!

Give it up. Give it up. I'm-- I'm going with Naya.

AMANDA: Then I'm going, too.

HAROLD: You can't. You'll drown.

AMANDA: So will you.

-Come to me. -You can't have him!

He's my husband! He belongs to me!

[AMANDA GASPING]

Okay, I'll go back with you.

Come with me, Harold.

We have all eternity to make love.

I'm sorry, Naya.

I still love Mandy.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[AMANDA PANTS, GRUNTS]

[PANTS]

Mandy, I've been a jerk.

A scientific jerk.

Oh, and I've been a stubborn fool.

Oh, Harold, I love you.

I always have and I always will.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: I hope you can visit us again

under very different circumstances, of course.

I hope so, too.

Uh, the next time I meet Mr. Wonderful,

like Michael Duvall, I'm going to run

an FBI check on him before I consent to lunch.

Good.

-Okay, see you. -[CHUCKLES]

-Bye. -Goodbye.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

thank you for a very, very special weekend.

And thank you for making my scientific discovery possible.

-Goodbye, Mrs. DeHaven. -Goodbye.

-Boss, they look very happy. -ROARKE: Yes, they do.

Mr. DeHaven was very lucky to escape from Naya.

True.

However, Naya will find someone else soon enough.

In fact, I would be very surprised

if she didn't have her eye on another prospect already.

Oh, really? You have anybody in mind?

Uh-oh. [CHUCKLES] No, no, no, no.

Not me.

No, come on, boss. I can't even swim.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]