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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

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

Let's go.

-Smiles, everyone, smiles. -[GIRLS GIGGLING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

ROARKE: Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Wilkerson

from Fort Wayne, Indiana,

who have recently celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary.

They still look very happy, boss.

Yes and they've had opportunity

for practice, Tattoo. You see, they've known each other

since they were in the sixth grade

of school together.

TATTOO: Let me guess, her fantasy is for him

to be more romantic?

ROARKE: Oh, but, Mrs. Margaret Wilkerson

is quite satisfied

with her husband's romantic capabilities, Tattoo.

TATTOO: I got it. He wants her to be more romantic?

No, no, Tattoo, their combined fantasy is,

after all these happy years together,

to meet, as if for the first time,

to meet as total strangers.

Why do they want to do that?

To prove to themselves and to each other

that they'll fall in love now, just as they did

some 40 years ago as children.

There is no problem, boss.

They can celebrate at the sweetheart ball

-tomorrow night. -Perhaps, perhaps.

But when people tempt fate, as they are doing,

the ending may be quite different

from the one they anticipate with such confidence.

TATTOO: Boss, those two,

they look like they've stepped out of a Valentine's Day card.

ROARKE: A most appropriate observation, Tattoo.

That is Miss Pamela Archer and Mr. Jack Foster

from Bloomington, Illinois.

And they are very much in love with each other, yes.

Why do they need a fantasy?

They've got, already, what most people want.

Love? Yes, they have that.

But you see, Miss Archer's life,

until she met Mr. Foster a year ago,

was a most dangerous, even sordid one,

one she would desperately like to forget.

TATTOO: So what's her fantasy, boss?

-To live happily ever after? -No, no. Miss Archer's fantasy

is to begin what she hopes will be a wonderful new life

by Mr. Foster asking her to marry him.

That's an easy one for you to fix, boss.

How come you look so unhappy?

I am concerned for Miss Archer.

And I sincerely hope that in her case

her most unpleasant past does not become her present.

My dear guests, I'm Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[TATTOO SPEAKING FRENCH]

Oh, Mr. Roarke, I think it's just beautiful!

I had no idea my fantasy would come true this fast.

-Thank you. -Well, I am delighted

that you are pleased, Miss Archer.

Everything is set, boss.

The wedding ceremony is tomorrow night

-at the sweetheart ball. -Very good, Tattoo.

You certainly do make the wheels move fast,

and without squeaking.

Say, you wouldn't like to--

to handle my election campaign, would you?

[LAUGHS] Thank you, but I'm afraid that

elections and politics are not in our line.

Politics, elections, boss?

Oh, I'm sorry, Tattoo. I thought you knew

that Mr. Foster has a most promising political career

ahead of him.

Indeed, his supporters are confident that he will be

the next governor of his state.

-Oh, he will be, too. -Slight prejudice.

What do we do next?

Well, now that Miss Archer has approved her wedding gown,

that is entirely up to the two of you.

Oh, I think we can find something to do. Hmm?

-Thank you. -You're very welcome,

-Mr. Foster. -Thank you.

Boss, I will call the designer and tell him everything's okay.

Boss?

Everything is okay, isn't it?

An ancient proverb says that,

"The shadow a person casts at morning,

will return to haunt him at sunset."

Whether everything is okay or not

will depend on how Miss Archer reacts to that truth.

I think this will always be my very favorite place

in the whole world.

Well, maybe we can get Mr. Roarke to put up a plaque

you know, a monument that says, "Let everybody know

that this is the favorite place in the world

-of Pamela Archer Foster." -Oh! [CHUCKLES]

Is something wrong?

No. Nothing.

Just a sudden chill.

You really can make that happen, Mr. Roarke?

Tom and I actually won't recognize each other?

That is correct.

Mrs. Wilkerson, you and your husband

will be total strangers, just as you both requested.

Think of it, Marge, falling in love all over again.

Oh, I am thinking about it.

Oh, that exciting, happy feeling,

butterflies in your stomach, just dying to touch your hand.

It truly was love at first sight for both of us.

A wonderful experience indeed. But there is only one condition.

It is simply that you both return

to this bungalow tomorrow at midnight.

Well, it is in fact a double bungalow,

each with its own entrance.

You, Mrs. Wilkerson, will stay here.

Uh, that door connects to your bungalow, Mr. Wilkerson.

When it closes between the two of you...

at that instant...

you will both lose all memory of each other.

When you have both returned tomorrow night...

the door will open again...

and your memories will be restored.

What happens, if for some reason,

one of us forgets?

Oh, I assure you, neither you, nor your wife will forget.

But, should either of you choose not to return,

then the fantasy cannot be altered.

You will continue to be total strangers.

The memories of your past life together

will not return to either of you.

Oh, no chance of that. I mean...

Honey, are you sure you want to go through with this?

You don't have any doubts about us, do you, Tom?

Oh, not me, I...

No, not me, not really.

Neither do I.

Then if you will step through the door, Mr. Wilkerson.

I love you, Marge.

You know I love you, too, darling.

How thoughtful of both of you to welcome me

to your lovely island.

I'm looking forward to every minute of it here.

And I don't mind telling you

I'm looking forward to meeting someone.

Some dashing, romantic gentleman.

Tall, dark and handsome will do.

Uh-oh. So much for love at first sight.

Patience, my friend. Their fantasy's just beginning.

PAMELA: Mr. Roarke, please.

Oh, I see.

No, I'll call him back. Thank you.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello, baby.

It's been a long time, honey. It's me. Nicky. You remember?

Honey, I've spent a lot of time and money trying to find you.

Then I saw this picture of you and your new boyfriend

in the newspaper.

Now, here we are together again, huh, baby?

Nick, five years ago, I walked out of your life forever.

Now, get out of mine!

I don't like it when you talk that way to me.

Honey, we just can't push the cancel button

on everything we've been to each other.

I mean, how I found you in the street and put some...

high class rags on your back, some brains in your head.

I was only 16 years old.

I remember, all right.

Just all sugar and spice and everything nice.

No!

That doesn't work anymore, Nick.

I'm not a frightened little girl looking for someone to love her.

Now you think just 'cause you grow older,

that you automatically turn into

some kind of a saint, huh? Do you think that?

You listen to me and you listen good.

I want you to marry that big shot boyfriend

of yours, Mr. Jack Foster.

All I want from you is just a little pillow talk,

you know,

make sure that some of my business deals

get the green light from the governor's mansion.

You...

Don't you know I'd die before I did that?

Honey, we all got to die sometime.

But I suggest that right now you think

about your Sir Galahad.

When I tell him, the newspapers and the television people

about his charming, innocent little bride.

I'll do it, honey, if I have to. It's all up to you.

You think about it.

[PIANO PLAYING]

I can see you have a great love for music.

Oh, yes, I do. And you do play beautifully.

Well, thank you.

That's a lovely compliment.

I'm just amazed that a man with your talent

would be playing here.

-Oh, it's a nice place, but-- -Well, you're very flattering.

And also beautiful.

Well, Sir, I see you have met one of our most charming guests.

I am happy to say I have, Mr. Roarke.

Although, we haven't quite reached

the point of exchanging names.

Well then, allow me. Miss Margaret Chase,

may I present Maestro Roger Alexander,

the world-renowned symphony conductor.

Oh, my gosh!

Well, I thought that you were just--

Well, never mind what I thought.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

PAMELA: I am terribly sorry, Mr. Roarke,

but when I actually realized what it meant--

That tomorrow you would be marrying the man you love.

Yes, getting married.

I suddenly realized that I just wasn't ready for it,

the responsibilities and the commitment.

Oh, I see.

And yet, those responsibilities, the commitment, the marriage,

is the very heart of the fantasy you requested, isn't it?

Why don't you tell me the truth, Miss Archer?

Tell me the real reason why you wish

to call off the wedding?

I have. I'm just not ready for it.

It's still a woman's prerogative to change her mind, you know.

Even if it breaks that woman's heart, Miss Archer?

Even if it breaks the heart of the man who loves her?

Yes.

Just cancel the wedding, please!

Up, all right, keeping going. Now, up, up, up.

Come on, now keep it moving, and smile, all right.

Come on. Yeah. Woo! Let's make it jazzy.

All right. Come on. Yeah. All right, come on.

And stretch and swing. You got it. Yeah!

Come on! Woo! All right. Now, make it jazzy.

Yeah, all right. Come on, now, do some swinging

and stretching, yeah.

And stretch and up! And take it right and left!

Come on! Woo! Oh! It feels good, yeah!

And give it a beat. There you go!

And stretch, stretch.

To the right and the left, yeah. Come on, move it!

-Hi. -Hello.

-You're new in the class. -You're right about that.

I'm sort of new about everything, I guess.

Well...

the way to learn anything is start at the beginning.

-I guess you're right. -Come on.

-Over here? -FEMALE INSTRUCTOR: And Stretch,

stretch, come on. Yes, yes!

There you go. Come on, it feels good.

-It's great, isn't it? -Uh-huh.

I just love aggressive exercise, don't you?

Well, they say that aggressive exercise

is the best exercise. Be aggressive!

FEMALE INSTRUCTOR: Come on, and swing! Woo!

Keep smiling and breathing and moving and doing.

Yeah, yeah! Come on, come on! Woo!

Ow! All right! Come on! Smile. Yeah! Oh, it feels good.

Come on, come on, now. Work it out.

All right, be jazzy. All right.

Yeah! Come on! Woo! Yeah! Come on. You can do it!

Uh. Are you with anybody?

Wife?

-Girlfriend? -Oh, no. Just me.

Me, neither.

How about dinner tonight?

Dinner? Tonight?

-Yeah. -TOM: Here?

Yeah.

-Sure. Why not? -Okay.

FEMALE INSTRUCTOR: And stretch, swing, and up.

Yeah, come on, yeah!

Woo! All right. Come on, now!

Give it a beat, make it jazzy and swing.

Well, Tattoo?

Tattoo?

-Yes, boss. -All set?

All set. Stand by.

FEMALE: INSTRUCTOR: Yeah! Come on. Swing, swing.

MAN OVER PA: Your attention, please.

Telephone call for Roger Alexander.

Mr. Alexander, telephone, please.

I'll be right back. Excuse me, darling.

Well done, Tattoo.

FEMALE: INSTRUCTOR: Oh! It feels good.

Yeah, come on and swing those arms.

Up, up, and push, stretch.

And down, down. Now, give it an up. Now take it down.

-Oh, Mr. Roarke. -Yes, Miss Chase.

Oh, I'm having such a wonderful time.

Mr. Alexander is a fascinating man.

Well, excellent. And now, Tattoo and I want you

to meet another fascinating man.

Mr. Tom Wilkerson, may I present Miss Margaret Chase?

I feel sure that you two have a great deal in common.

[CLEARS THROAT] Yes.

Well, we have things to do, right, Tattoo?

Will you excuse us?

-Sure. -Of course.

I've been exercising.

If you have nice legs, you should show them.

Oh, that's kind. Thank you.

Oh, it's sure nice weather we're having, huh?

For this time of year.

Yeah.

FEMALE: INSTRUCTOR: Come on, stretch, stretch.

And swing, swing.

Yeah. Come on, now stretch it. Yeah, all right.

You're looking good. Come on,

make it jazzy. Yeah! And up and stretch.

[SIGHS]

I must admit that I am concerned about this fantasy, Tattoo.

Hey, we were supposed to have lunch together, remember?

I was looking all over for you.

I-- I-- I wanted to be by myself.

Well, I can understand that, your wedding day and all, but...

I was starting to get worried.

I had to have some time to think, Jack.

Must have been something important.

It is. It's about you and me.

What's wrong, Pam?

I'm sorry, Jack. I am sorry if I hurt you,

but I've already asked Mr. Roarke

to cancel the wedding.

I can't go through with it.

I've had to scratch too hard to get where I am now

and it's too soon for me to...

give it all up and settle down with you, or with anybody!

[PAMELA SOBBING]

When you've seen enough of this lovely island...

we'll go on a grand tour...

exploring the musical capitals of Europe...

Rome, Paris, Vienna.

Oh, Roger, I'm afraid I'm not very much

of an explorer.

I tried that when I was a Girl Scout

and I wounded up with poison ivy.

[BOTH LAUGH]

But I did read The Life of Columbus once.

Well, it was a condensed version.

Condensed? Now,

what if I were to condense Beethoven?

Well, you would probably arrive home early

-from work that night. [LAUGHS] -[LAUGHS]

Margaret, you are adorable. One of a kind.

Oh, you know so much about the world.

Art, music.

Cities and countries that are just names to me.

Oh, I can listen to you forever and ever and ever and ever.

Careful.

I may hold you to that.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Now, that is a great exercise.

I got to be honest with you, Tom.

I didn't come to Fantasy Island to exercise.

At least, not that kind of exercise.

Well, you don't have to exercise.

I mean, look at you. That beautiful shape,

those gorgeous lines. I mean, that wonderful body.

You sound like you're describing a used car.

Oh, no. I wouldn't describe you that way.

You're more like a new, glossy Ferrari.

Brilliant. Magnificent.

Terrific on the curves.

I think you just turned the right corner.

-Huh? -I've got a great idea.

How about if we take a little, uh,

test drive this afternoon?

-Test drive? -Yeah.

Maybe a few spins around the block?

[SIGHS]

Oh, Jack.

What is this? A little pre-wedding blues?

I rang the doorbell. And when you didn't answer,

I figured I'd just come in, wait.

You know, I've been thinking a lot about you,

about the way it used to be.

Thinking about how great you look now.

And about how much I love you.

Nothing, Nick. Not even a flicker.

Well then, I guess, I'll just keep trying

until there is.

No, Nick. I don't have anything you want anymore.

-I've taken care of that. -What do you mean by that?

Simple enough.

There isn't going to be any wedding. I canceled it.

I don't believe you.

Well, that's up to you. But it's easy enough to prove

one way or another, isn't it?

-Why would you do that? -You wouldn't understand, Nick.

No, I wouldn't.

But if you are not lying to me, then I've wasted

a lot of time and money.

And you owe me, baby.

So if you're not leaving this island as Mrs. Jack Foster,

then you're gonna leave with me.

Sure. Why not?

-Hi! -Oh, hi!

What are you drinking?

-Ginger ale. -I'll have the same, please.

It was nice of Mr. Roarke to introduce us, wasn't it?

Oh, he's such a nice man.

Listen. uh...

have you made any plans for tonight's sweetheart ball?

I mean, is somebody taking you?

Well, I hope so.

But to tell you the truth, Tom,

I'm afraid I'm a ginger ale woman

-with champagne dreams. -Thank you.

Nothing wrong with that.

I'm sort of the ginger ale type myself.

Well, at least, we have something in common, then.

Hey, let's-- let's drink to that.

Cheers.

ROGER: Oh, Margaret!

Here you are. Sorry I'm late.

Oh, Roger! May I present Tom--

-Tom-- -Wilkerson.

-Roger Alexander. -Nice to meet you.

Margaret and I, we were discussing

-how much we had in common. -Common?

[CHUCKLES]

I can assure you there's nothing common

-about Margaret. -Oh. [CHUCKLES]

As a matter of fact, I think, she's one of the most

extraordinary women I've ever had the pleasure

of meeting.

I must talk to you alone, my dear. It's very important.

Of course. I'll talk to you later.

-You'll excuse us, please? -Yeah.

You can take the ginger ale. I'll have a bourbon.

Make it a double.

Very nice, Tattoo. You have done an excellent job.

Thank you, boss.

Oh, I almost forgot.

You remember I mentioned a very special

and important assignment for you?

Oh, yes.

Well, I am now ready to proceed, if you are.

Oh, I'm ready.

Wings? Am I ready for it, boss?

On Valentine's Day, we must have a Cupid.

-Cupid? -Indeed.

It is said that this golden shaft

was unearthed on Mount Olympus, the seat of the gods,

and that it has all the power of Cupid's darts

to strike love in the human heart.

Who am I gonna shoot?

I will tell you, when the time comes.

What you must remember is that you have but one arrow.

It must be used wisely.

Oh, Tattoo, you look so elegant.

Don't worry, boss. I'll use it wisely.

ROARKE: Are you saying, Miss Chase,

that you are leaving with Mr. Alexander...

-[MARGARET CHUCKLING] -...for Rome?

Oh, yes. I'm so excited! Isn't it wonderful?

-I feel like Cinderella. -Yes.

But I would remind you that Cinderella had a deadline,

and so do you.

It is essential for you to return to your bungalow

-at midnight tonight. -Oh, Mr. Roarke,

I have just met the most fascinating man.

He wants me to fly off with him into a whole new life of travel

concerts, exploring the world, being together.

All I ask, Miss Chase, is to postpone your departure,

that's all.

Forgive me for asking, but...

does Mr. Alexander love you?

Well, of course, he must.

Well, he wouldn't ask me to fly off with him

to Rome unless he...

Unless his concept of love...

were perhaps different from yours.

Well, I'm not sure I care.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, don't you see?

If I wait, Roger might turn into a pumpkin.

No, I assure you Mr. Alexander will remain the same man he is.

It was Cinderella who changed...

remember?

Think about it, Miss Chase.

Think about it very seriously.

I will, I promise.

I don't expect you to understand, Mr. Roarke.

How could you?

[SIGHS] I-- All I can say is I did what had to be done.

I sincerely hope so, Miss Archer.

When you canceled the wedding,

I suspected that...

due perhaps to some past unpleasant experiences

in your life...

you were making what might be a most gallant gesture.

-And if only you would-- -No.

It was totally selfish, I'm afraid.

I see.

I was about to say that...

if you had trusted a little more in the depth

of your fiancé’s love for you...

if even now you would reconsider--

It's out of the question, I'm afraid.

Look...

I'd like to thank you for all you tried to do

and now if you'll excuse me, I've got to pack.

I'm leaving right away.

Alone, Miss Archer?

Sorry to disappoint you. I'm leaving with Nick Corbin.

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, isn't it beautiful? It's like a fairyland.

Yes, it's nice, darling. But then...

you haven't seen Rome.

I shouldn't have let you talk me into delaying our flights.

-Oh, it's not for long, Roger. -Long enough.

Wait here, please. I'll be right back.

I want to make sure our charter plane is on time.

But, Roger, I...

-Wild, isn't it? -Yeah.

-I could dance all night. -Really?

You know something, I--

I think I've just about had it.

Excuse me. Could you help me out?

Hey, hey! No problem.

Let's go.

-Hi. -Hi.

Your friend is some kind of dancer.

Oh, she's something all right,

and I'm not too sure she's my friend.

-Mind if I sit down? -Oh, sit.

I need a break. As you can see, I'm no John Travolta.

Well, that kind of dancing is not very romantic.

More like a physical endurance test.

[ALL CLAP]

MAN: And now, ladies and gentlemen,

it's time for a change of pace.

[WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Now, that's my kind of music.

Say, would you like to-- I mean, would you--

-Well, why not? -That's my kind of music, too.

-May I? -Of course.

You're really terrific.

Well, you're not so bad yourself.

Excuse me. I'm sorry I took so long, Margaret.

Will you pardon us, please?

Enjoying the party, Mr. Wilkerson?

I-- Yes, I was there for a minute, Mr. Roarke.

Please excuse me.

The plane will be here first thing

in the morning, darling.

And then, a whole new wonderful season for both of us.

I had hoped that we could spend

our first night together, above the clouds.

Literally, darling.

But then...

my bungalow can be heaven, too.

With you.

Roger,

I'm not used to moving quite this fast.

[BOTH LAUGH]

My sweet and innocent little valentine,

that is exactly what makes you so charming.

And desirable.

[CLOCK CHIMING]

ROARKE: There is one condition.

That you both return to this bungalow,

tomorrow at midnight.

-[CLOCK CONTINUES CHIMING] -What is it?

Boss, I got my wings back.

Perhaps just in time, my friend.

Mr. Wilkerson has gone inside, but...

-No Margaret? -No.

Boss, I didn't shoot anybody yet.

Well, then, as Cupid's representative,

there's only one thing left for you to do.

Shoot the arrow into the air, my friend.

-In the air? -In the air, Tattoo.

Let its destiny be decided by Eros himself,

the God of love.

-Marge? -Tom?

All those memories, so beautiful.

Our memories, darling, to share and to keep.

Stay my valentine, always?

This night boat we are taking isn't much, you know.

Why don't we wait and take the plane in the morning...

catch up on old times tonight?

I'm leaving tonight with you or without you.

Okay, darling. All right.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Mr. Roarke told me you're leaving the island.

Yes.

Pam, I--

I want you to stay.

I want us to be married tonight, just as we planned.

I can't.

Pam.

Listen, there's nothing about you or about your past...

that I don't know.

Well, that's what calling the wedding off is all about,

isn't it?

You and that...

Pam, what I'm trying to say is that

now, when you're in politics, the people around you, they...

well, they check out everybody that's important to you

or to your future.

NICK: See, how about that, darling?

Hero here is the forgiving type.

You've known all along?

What is there to know?

That you were starved for compassion...

and love?

Oh, Jack!

Well, listen, I'd like to propose a little toast...

to the blushing bride and the understanding

groom here.

The three of us, together.

Jack!

That was a mistake, hero.

No, Mr. Corbin.

You being on this island is the mistake.

He can still spoil everything for Jack, Mr. Roarke.

No, Miss Archer. Mr. Nick Corbin will spoil nothing,

for either of you.

He's fleeing into the waiting arms

of several law enforcement agencies

who have been in touch with me about him.

He will be spending a great many years

removed from the public scene, I assure you.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few things to do

before attending a wedding.

Um...

I am told that the bride and groom to-be...

are a most charming couple.

["HERE COMES THE BRIDE" PLAYING]

Tattoo, what's wrong?

The rings, I can't find them.

You put them on your fingers so you wouldn't lose them.

Dearly beloved...

we have come together here to witness

and bless the joining together

of this man and woman in holy matrimony.

The body and covenant of marriage was established

by God, in creation,

and Holy Scripture commends it to be honored among all people.

The union of husband and wife in heart, body and mind,

is intended for their mutual joy,

for their health and comfort.

And such a union is not to be entered

into lightly or unadvisedly,

but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance

with the purposes for which it was instituted.

And now, Pamela Archer...

[HUMS "HERE COMES THE BRIDE"]

Indeed. Mr. and Mrs. Foster, again, my congratulations.

To tell you the truth, for a minute there

I didn't know whether we'd get through that ceremony

-or not. -But we finally did.

Thanks to Tattoo getting the rings off his fingers.

-JACK: Yes. -Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. And thank you for everything.

Yes, and that goes double for me.

Will you send us an invitation to your inauguration,

-Mr. Foster? -You can count on it.

-Tattoo. -Goodbye.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Mrs. Foster.

Another happy couple, boss.

Yes, Tattoo. They have learned an important lesson

which was once stated quite simply by a great writer.

It is that, "The supreme happiness of life

is the conviction of being loved for yourself,

or more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself."

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

And thank you and your wife, Mr. Wilkerson,

for helping to prove once again that love and faith

are everlasting qualities.

Well, I just want to say,

this was the happiest Valentine's Day I've--

We've ever had.

And we are delighted.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye.

Goodbye, Sir.

-Love is beautiful, boss. -Indeed, Tattoo.

Of life's myriad fantasies,

love is without a doubt the most wondrous of them all.

[♪♪♪♪♪]