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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane. The plane.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

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

ROARKE: Let's go.

Smiles, everyone. Smile.

[BAND PLAYS]

TATTOO: Oh, boy. Here comes a real wimp.

I am not positive what you mean by the word "wimp," Tattoo.

But if it indicates total inadequacy

in dealing with members of the female sex, then yes,

Mr. Stanley Hocker of Steubenville, Ohio,

is indeed a, uh, what is that?

-Wimp. -ROARKE: A wimp.

What's his fantasy, boss?

Mr. Hocker wishes to transform his blushes, fumbles

and stumbles into what he considers to be

the ultimate figure of male dominance.

His fantasy is to be...

a gigolo.

Good luck, boss.

Yes, yes.

His fantasy may...

May be somewhat of a challenge. [CLEARS THROAT]

Miss Lorraine Peters,

a very successful attorney and criminologist.

-Criminologist? -And the gentleman with her

is Mr. Robert West, her law partner.

TATTOO: She's a lawyer? What a waste.

Miss Peters has evolved a theory

which she believes solves the identity

of the infamous Whitechapel murderer.

You mean, Jack the Ripper?

Precisely, Tattoo.

Her fantasy is to go back in time

to London of 1888, so she can prove her theory,

in order to incorporate it

in a book she's writing on the subject.

But, boss, she could end up to be one of his victims.

That thought has occurred to me also, Tattoo.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

ROARKE: Please sit down, Hocker.

You know, it's quite normal for inexperienced men

to be apprehensive about meeting women.

Perhaps you could solve your problem

by simply learning to relax.

To trust your natural personality.

[CHUCKLES] What personality?

In school, my class voted me

the man most likely to be forgotten. [CHUCKLES]

Now, Mr. Roarke, let's face it, the only way

I'm gonna make out with the girls is with your help.

Very well, Mr. Hocker.

This is a very...

rare painting of an 18th century nobleman

known to the world as, Don Juan.

The world's greatest lover.

Yes. Uh, some say that, um,

his romantic power was derived by magic,

through an ancient gold bracelet

forged by a sorcerer whose name is lost in the mists of legend.

Well, uh, this bracelet?

-In the painting? -ROARKE: No, Mr. Hocker...

the bracelet on your wrist.

Please notice the delicacy and the intricacy of the design.

Then it's the same?

With the same power, Mr. Hocker.

You are now eminently qualified to attract women in profusion.

Is that all there is to it? Just the bracelet?

Look in the mirror.

[SIGHING]

[LAUGHS]

I'm not a turkey anymore.

I'm a hunk.

Indeed.

Oh, our, uh, hotel and lounge

here on the north shore of the island

are very popular with the ladies.

An excellent testing ground for your new skills.

The day is young and filled with beautiful women.

And I'm gonna give all of them a chance...

at the new me.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Good evening, handsome. -MAVIS: All alone?

Uh, why, yes.

Oh, then, can we buy you a drink?

Oh, I'd be delighted.

[CHUCKLES] I bet you could make John Travolta look sick.

-Come on. -Well. [CHUCKLES] Well.

My, my, such naked interest, darling.

Somebody special from your past?

Uh, no, no.

Just someone I'd like to make very special in my present.

-Excuse me, but haven't we met? -[SCOFFS] Ciao, honey.

Now, now, now, ladies, let's be civilized.

I promise there's enough of me to go around.

Why don't we just-- Oh, you don't mind, uh--

-Call me Monty. -STANLEY: Monty.

-Right. No, I don't mind. -Oh, good.

Sit down, ladies. Sit down. Uh, more champagne!

-Your best year, please. -Yes, sir.

STANLEY: And keep it coming.

Oh, join the party, ladies. [CHUCKLES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-Excuse me. -Hello.

I'm Helga. What was your name, again?

Uh, Stanley.

-Well, I'm Terry, darling. -STANLEY: Terry.

Hi. I'm Lana.

-Oh, you sure are. -LANA: Mm-hmm.

-I'm Mavis. -Huh. Pretty name.

Oh. [CHUCKLES]

Mr. Roarke, what about my fantasy?

When will it begin?

It's a very difficult fantasy, Miss Peters.

I would even say a most dangerous one.

Especially when you're so pretty.

Jack the Ripper didn't like pretty ladies at all.

[SIGHS] I'm aware of the dangers, Tattoo.

I've been researching my book for years.

I know Jack the Ripper killed

girls of the streets, prostitutes.

All I need is proof.

Proof that I can only get by going back

to that exact period of time.

I know who Jack the Ripper was.

Which could put you in even greater danger.

For your own sake, I must urge you to reconsider.

[SIGHS] Mr. Roarke, don't you see?

I've solved the world's greatest murder mystery.

Please let me prove it.

-I insist. I don't think-- -LORRAINE: Please, Mr. Roarke.

Please.

Very well, Miss Peters.

Very well.

Will you come this way, please?

This is a very special door, Miss Peters.

It can be caused to open into the past.

I warn you,

this door is the only means by which you can return here.

So it is vital you note its precise, precise location...

after you step through.

I will.

Uh, but first I want to change my clothes.

I brought some things I thought might be appropriate.

Very well.

And, um...

Good luck, Miss Peters.

Thank you.

[BELL TOLLING]

[BELL TOLLING]

[BELL TOLLING]

ROARKE: This is a very special door, Miss Peters.

It can be caused to open into the past.

This door is the only means by which you can return here.

So it is vital you note its precise location

after you step through.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[LORRAINE GASPS]

This is my street, deary.

And you'll get off it if you know what's good for you.

I'm sorry. I was just passing by.

Try the embankment. They ain't so particular there.

Hello, deary. Looking for company tonight?

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

MAN: I have the remedy for all your ills, harlot!

[SCREAMING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Your check, Sir.

-Stanley, darling, -Mm-hmm.

I saw the other girls give you the keys to their bungalows.

-Oh, no-- -No.

-Don't try to deny it. -[CHUCKLES]

Why not the best...

first?

[CHUCKLES] Uh, what about your boyfriend?

Monty? He's just someone I, uh, met.

Don't be too long.

Good night, Stanley.

See you soon.

Bye-bye.

Well, I guess the party's over.

MONTY: Or just beginning.

You do have quite a collection of keys, I believe.

Uh, look, about Helga--

Oh, I just met her tonight, old chap.

-Fire your best shot. -[CHUCKLES]

-All right. -Your check, Sir.

Huh?

Seven hundred and thirty-eight dollars?

Oh, my gosh! That's-- I-- I--

Oh, Mr. Roarke?

Uh, Sir?

Sir?

Mr. Roarke, am I glad to see you.

-Oh? -Yes. There's been a--

a slight misunderstanding about the check.

-The check? -Yes.

Well, I-- I thought the ladies would--

Well, you know, I mean, after all, they were

swarming like bees around a hive. [CHUCKLES]

I mean, I am a gigolo.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Hocker, but it's your responsibility

to make arrangements with your lady friends in advance

if you expect them to pay your expenses.

Um...

I have provided you

with the attractiveness and the charm

which you requested, have I not?

Well, underwriting your expenditures is definitely

not part of your fantasy.

And I was just getting to the fantastic part.

MONTY: Stanley...

please, allow me.

Seven thirty-eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

and 38. There you are.

-Thank you, Sir. -Oh. [LAUGHS]

Oh, thanks. I mean, thank you! [LAUGHS]

Well, all is well that ends well, right, Mr. Roarke?

I sincerely hope so, Mr. Hocker.

-Will you excuse me? -Yeah. [SCOFFS]

Oh, boy, you got me out of a tight spot there.

-I'll pay you back. I mean that. -The money doesn't matter.

But you might be able to do me a favor.

You see, you do have the charm, old boy.

More than anybody I've seen in my profession.

What you lack, of course, is the business sense. But,

-I can teach you that. -Well, what profession?

[CHUCKLES] The archaic term is gigolo.

Really? [LAUGHS]

Now everything makes sense! Boy, am I lucky I met you!

Well, wai-- What do you want me to do?

[CHUCKLES] Well, simply enjoy the gifts of womanhood, old boy.

Especially those of a very attractive, Miss DeWinter.

Who, by the way, will be expecting you

by the hotel swimming pool tomorrow morning, ten o'clock?

-I'll be there. -Good.

-Bon soir, chappie. -Yeah.

Huh? Yeah, good night.

[GIGGLES]

[BELL TOLLING]

-[BELL RINGING] -[DOOR CLOSES]

-Is Dr. Fell in? -No, he ain't.

And he don't take appointments this hour either.

Well, it's very important.

He asked me to wait if he wasn't in.

[SCOFFS] Well,

you can wait in his office, deary.

It ain't the time of day a decent woman is out and about.

[SCOFFS] Don't be surprised if the doctor throws you out.

He don't hold with street trash.

LORRAINE: "For every year of my father's shame

and of my degradation, another harlot shall die.

Tonight shall be the fifth." It's him.

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

WOMAN: I was talking to her not an hour ago.

Well, the Ripper did his usual job, he did.

It's number four and the coppers do nothing!

WOMAN: Oh, which of us'll be next?

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

OFFICER: All right, all right, get away!

Anybody know this poor girl?

Speak up! Any of you see a stranger,

or any suspicious character lurking about?

-MAN: Haven't seen anybody. -OFFICER: All right.

You'll all have to come down to the station house anyway

and give a statement. Every one of you.

[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]

[PHONE RINGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

No, the boss is not here.

You want me to approve the menu?

Sure. No problem.

Yeah, I'll be there right away. Okay. Goodbye.

[PHONE RINGING]

MAN: Hello?

[CAR APPROACHING]

*What is this place?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Uh, you wouldn't be Miss DeWinter?

Well, that depends, uh, you would be, um...

Stanley.

Yes, Stanley, of course. Bon vivant.

Man about town. Professional heartbreaker.

Well, I aim to please.

Well, I'm afraid I'm not the Miss DeWinter

that you should be aiming at.

-Aunt Jessie? Stanley's here. -Oh.

Charming.

Did they tell you I'm an old-fashioned girl

who likes to rumba, Stanley?

After all, for 500 dollars a day,

I expect to have my dance card filled. Agreed?

Well, of course, Miss DeWinter.

Oh, my God! Call me Jessie.

I know the escort service only gives you

a percentage of the fee,

but if we get along the way I think we're going to,

I can be very generous, I promise. Deal?

-Deal. -MONTY: Hi.

I hope I'm not late.

DINA: Oh, of course you're not, Monty.

MONTY: Miss DeWinter. Hi, Stanley.

Well, I'm not much for picnicking,

but what do you say we get this one on the road.

Uh, aunt Jessie, I don't think Monty and I need a chaperone.

Now, little girl, I promised your mother

I'm gonna look after you, and look after you I'm gonna do.

If you gentlemen will excuse us, we'll get into something

a little more appropriate for picnicking.

We'll see you in a minute.

-See you later. -All right.

What's going on here?

And why are you impersonating an unmade bed?

It's very simple, old boy.

You see, the escort service assigned me to Jessie.

Then I met Dina, and a whole new future opened up.

So I never really told them who I was. [CHUCKLES]

You, of all people, should understand that Dina

is a gigolo's dream.

She's young, she's beautiful,

she's susceptible and very, very rich.

In short, Dina is a pushover

and I intend to push very hard.

Oh, and I keep Aunt Jessie so charmed

that she doesn't have time to get in the way, huh?

Dear boy, Aunt Jessie

is a career in herself and even richer than Dina.

Do you know what you are, Monty?

-What? -A money-grubbing creep.

Look,

if you don't want to go through with this,

then pay me my money and get the hell out.

I'll find somebody else to take your place.

I don't know who I dislike more, you or me.

TATTOO: But, boss, who would wear a cape like this

on Fantasy Island?

Miss Peters, we were worried about you.

Would you believe I spent the whole night

in a police station?

-In a police station? -LORRAINE: Yes.

But I got everything I need. It's all here.

Letters, documents, family papers, diaries.

Look, here's a letter.

It shows that Albert Fell was abandoned by his mother

when he was just a little boy.

She became a prostitute

and she was blackmailing his father, for years.

just to keep the secret.

A terrible tragedy for a child.

Yes. The final blow,

came on the day of Albert Fell's graduation

from medical school.

When his father could no longer bear the shame,

he committed suicide.

But he left that letter of explanation for his son.

It's all there, the whole sordid story.

You do seem to have established a motive.

Yes, but there's more.

Look, this diary,

describing his hatred of his mother and of all women.

And the last entry in the diary,

"For every year of my father's shame

and of my degradation, another harlot shall die.

Tonight will be the fifth."

It appears you have indeed proven your case

beyond any doubt, Miss Peters.

The frightening thing is that I saw that fifth victim.

I even spoke with her.

I might even have seen him.

But I-- I was so shocked and...

Well, a man brushed by me. I hardly noticed him,

but he was carrying a doctor's bag.

Did he, uh, wear a hat?

And, uh...

a cape, like this?

I am very much afraid that Jack the Ripper

found your gateway back here and is at this very moment

loose on Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr. Roarke...

he might kill someone.

And it would be my fault.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-[YELPING] -What's the matter?

I, uh... [CHUCKLES] It's an old polo injury.

-Oh! -It always acts up

-when I'm enjoying myself. -Oh.

Uh, say, you-- you could practice with Monty,

just till the pain goes away.

Oh, now darling,

you go right over there and take it very easy.

Monty! Come here, darling! Rumba lesson time.

-Me? -JESSIE: Come to mama!

Come on!

-I don't know how. -I'll teach you.

Well, I'll give it a try. Now, wait a minute.

Uh, Dina, I don't know how to say this...

-Then don't. -Huh?

Wait, wait, wait, it's about Monty.

He's not what you think he is.

I mean, you're a very special girl.

[SCOFFS] Look, Stanley, please,

you're not the type for this pitch.

No, it's not a pitch.

Oh, come on. Where have I heard that before?

You know, I've had it up to here with men like you.

Men who make careers out of poor little rich girls.

-I don't. -Oh, come on.

You know, I have had at least a dozen marriage proposals from men

who were all variations of you.

Men who never really saw me.

Just my bank account.

W-- That's what I'm trying to tell you about Monty.

And you are special.

-You're so beautiful. -[DINA SIGHS]

Look, Stanley, please, will you just stop this?

This is the first time that a nice, sweet man

has ever really cared about me for myself.

That's just the point. Now, will you listen to me,

-Dina, please? -Will you stop it?

Now, I mean it! I've asked you, just please leave me alone!

Stay away from me!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Oh, here's a pretty one. I think I'll wear this tonight.

It shows I'm available. [LAUGHS]

LONI: I've never seen so many pretty flowers.

[BOTH LAUGH]

LONI: Isn't that beautiful?

MALANA: Oh, that one's so beautiful.

I love it. It's beautiful.

-Oh, I love it. -Oh, I see another one.

LONI: Okay.

Look at this flower.

Oh!

TATTOO: Loni! Malana!

-LONI: Oh, hi, Tattoo. -MALANA: Hi, Tattoo.

What are you doing here all alone?

We're just picking flowers for the tables.

The boss wants everyone next to the hotel.

Come on, I'll take you back home.

LONI: Okay. We can pick some on the way back.

MALANA: Okay.

STANLEY: Look, you've just gotta do something to help me.

ROARKE: I'm sorry, Mr. Hocker, but I have no right

to interfere with Miss DeWinter's choice of a husband.

Why don't you just tell her about him?

She won't listen to me.

And I can't blame her. I mean, look at me.

Mr. Smooth and his magic bracelet.

So you've discovered a woman is not,

after all, an object

to be simply used, but is quite possibly a person

with unique qualities and sensibilities, huh?

I deserve that, Mr. Roarke.

But it was just a fantasy with me.

It-- it's a reality with Monty

and I'm not gonna let him hurt her.

If she won't talk to you, how are you gonna stop him?

I'll think of a way.

You're right, Mr. Roarke. We are... each of us...

unique.

We've just got to learn to make the most of what we've got.

And I'm gonna start right now... from scratch.

Now, if you'll excuse me... I've got a debt to settle.

ROBERT: I think we should go back, talk to Mr. Roarke

and call this whole thing off!

LORRAINE: Bob, don't you understand?

We can't call it off.

My fantasy has become a reality. And it's my responsibility.

I know who Jack the Ripper really is.

ROBERT: And by now, he knows who you are.

Your book isn't worth dying for, is it?

LORRAINE: Oh, come on, Bob.

You know, this is the first time

that we have spent together alone by mutual consent.

Yes.

You've always been very clever about that, haven't you?

LORRAINE: We're not gonna fight, are we?

ROBERT: No! It's just that--

You know, I think I like you better this way.

[LORRAINE SCREAMS]

Help me! Somebody help!

[EXCLAIMS]

Help!

-Help! -Lorraine!

[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]

WOMAN: Hurry.

Help! Help!

[MAN GRUNTING]

-WOMAN 1: Where is he going? -WOMAN 2: I don't know.

[SLOW DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

Dear ones, if ever two people looked made for each other,

-it's you. -[MONTY LAUGHS]

Is that my guardian aunt talking or the champagne?

-Well, either way, she's right. -Of course I'm right.

I now pronounce you officially engaged.

Which gives me an idea.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make.

STANLEY: I have something I want to say, too.

JESSIE: Well, where did you disappear to?

And what happened to your savoir-fare?

Here's 738 dollars, Monty.

Stanley, I-- I'm warning you--

STANLEY: That was the payoff price

for taking Jessie off your hands, wasn't it?

-MONTY: Stanley-- -What kind of drivel is this?

I came to you under false pretenses, Miss DeWinter.

The escort you paid for isn't me.

-It's Monty. -You're lying.

I'm sorry, Dina. Check the escort service.

-Take your money, old boy. -Why, you rotten--

[SCREAMING]

[GROANS]

Confidentially, I don't think you're worth 500 a day,

old boy.

That was cut rate, you amateur. I get a thousand.

STANLEY: Dina? Dina?

Well, you certainly got what you deserved.

But you know what? I like you.

Come and have some champagne, you beautiful hunk.

[GROANING]

Uh-uh, wait for mama.

Look, I-- I could sleep on your sofa.

Mm-hmm. We'd get a lot of rest that way.

Lorraine,

after all this crazy business is over, maybe...

Maybe.

-Keep the door locked. -Okay, I will.

[SCREAMS]

-[WHIMPERS] -You are younger

-than the others... -[LORRAINE WHIMPERS]

...but you flaunt your evil body with even less shame.

You don't understand what has happened.

But we are going back to that strange doorway, woman.

Back to Whitechapel...

along with what you stole from me.

No one will ever know what happened to you.

-When I've finished you... -[WHIMPERS]

...I shall return here.

It's safe...

At least for me.

Oh, Lord, I was born out of time.

There is so much work I can accomplish here.

Hide yourself.

You're all the same.

You use your sex to tempt and degrade me.

How I loathe you all.

[LORRAINE WHIMPERS]

[GASPS, WHIMPERS]

[GROANS]

[GASPING]

[GROANS]

Please, Mr. Roarke, help me!

Mr. Roarke! Help me, please!

I have the remedy for all your ills, harlot!

[METAL CLANKS]

No!

[CARRIAGE APPROACHING]

-[HORSE NEIGHS] -[SCREAMING]

[SNIFFLES]

STANLEY: Dina?

Go away.

Dina, look at me, please.

Look at me...

You're looking at the real Stanley.

The other was just a fantasy.

See, I can't put two words together right, you know?

And I never could. But...

I just couldn't stand by and let somebody like Monty...

Well, uh, you know.

You're too special...

You're very special.

-I'm not special at all. -Oh, yes, you are.

We all are special...

and unique.

And in your case...

terrific.

[CHUCKLES] Well, that was more than two words.

-Yeah, yeah, it was, wasn't it? -Uh-huh.

Well...

maybe if I practice.

Well, I must say, you make a most charming couple.

Dina and I are discovering we have a lot in common, Mr. Roarke.

DINA: And we can never thank you enough

for helping us find out about each other and ourselves.

Sometimes life opens up just like a beautiful flower.

Well said, Tattoo.

Very good. Oh, Miss DeWinter, is your aunt, uh, staying on?

Well, she and Monty seem to have worked out

some kind of an arrangement.

They're off to Rome or somewhere. She's very happy.

And so are we. Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

-Goodbye, Mr. Hocker. -Tattoo.

-Goodbye. -[ROARKE CHUCKLES]

-Goodbye. -Bye.

Ah, Miss Peters, Mr. West.

I am not gonna ask you if you enjoyed your fantasy.

LORRAINE: Well, let's just say it was satisfying, Tattoo.

I'm not gonna publish my book after all.

Just knowing the truth is enough.

Oh! Speaking of truth,

here is a news item from the London dispatch of 1888,

which I don't believe you have in your collection.

"Tragedy in Whitechapel. Dr. Fell, well known physician,

killed in accident while on...

a mission of charity."

Well, we know the truth, don't we, Mr. Roarke?

I think it's best we leave it that way. Thank you.

-My pleasure. -TATTOO: Goodbye.

-Bye-bye. -Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]