Original subtitles

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

[BELL RINGING]

The plane! The plane!

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

Bye-bye.

CHILDREN: Bye.

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

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

Have you seen Julie?

Remember, she's working with Mrs. Brennan

on our one billion BC fantasy.

Ah, yes, as I recall, Julie was going to help Mrs. Brennan

introduce women's lib into that ancient society, yes.

Right, boss.

But I don't think Julie is doing too well.

What do you mean?

[MAN GROWLING]

Now, you listen, Olag.

That club is not the answer to every suggestion I make!

-[OLAG GROWLS] -Will you quit that?

-[OLAG GROWLING] -[JULIE SCREAMING]

Well, obviously, that culture

isn't quite ready to adopt women's rights yet.

Shall we go, Tattoo?

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

[TROPICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Boss, that man looks nervous.

MR. ROARKE: Possibly because he's approaching

a very critical time in his life as well as his career.

Mr. Jack Hecker is a very successful

clothing manufacturer.

He's here for the fashion show, right, boss?

Quite right, Tattoo.

TATTOO: I bet I know who she is.

MR. ROARKE: All right, go ahead.

TATTOO: She's Mr. Hecker's top fashion model.

MR. ROARKE: I'm afraid you would lose your bet, Tattoo.

No, actually, she is Ms. Suzi Swann,

Mr. Hecker's assistant,

his girl Friday for the past five years,

and she is hopelessly in love with him.

TATTOO: What is her fantasy?

MR. ROARKE: Ms. Swann's fantasy

is to fall out of love with Mr. Hecker.

Out of love?

Boss, that's a new one for us, right?

Indeed.

TATTOO: Boss, why the cold-looking face?

Who is he?

Mr. Frank Barton, formerly a demolition expert,

now a world-famous hunter, one of the last of his kind.

Did he ever shoot at a charging rhino?

-A charging what? -Rhino.

Oh, a charging rhino.

Oh, yes, he's done it all, Tattoo.

Mr. Barton has hunted every type of big game

from Alaska to Africa.

TATTOO: What's his fantasy?

His fantasy is to have the most exciting hunt of his life.

That's not going to be easy.

MR. ROARKE: It will be quite a challenge

to provide Mr. Barton with what he wants.

Well, I'm betting on the hunter.

You may be right, Tattoo.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

SUZI: Oh, I know what people say about me, Mr. Roarke,

"Good, old Suzi, everybody's doormat."

It's just that I really like people.

I like helping them.

People who feel like you are often misunderstood, Ms. Swann.

But your feelings for Mr. Hecker are much stronger

than mere liking, or you wouldn't be here.

Oh, I love Jack.

It's as simple as that.

But he has no time for love or me.

Being a success is everything to him.

You know, when we first started out,

he couldn't even afford a storefront.

And then his designs started catching on, and...

look where he is today.

But, you know, in all that time,

he's never once looked at me as a woman,

or understood how I felt.

You didn't tell him that you love him?

Oh, I never had the courage, Tattoo.

Besides, love is a two-way street, isn't it?

I'm just tired of hurting.

Please make me fall out of love, Mr. Roarke.

Set me free.

All right, Ms. Swann,

but there's only one way to do that.

By concentrating your emotions on the opposite of love.

You mean hate?

That's exactly what my boss means.

But I've never hated anyone in my life.

But if that's the only way...

I'm ready.

Teach me to hate.

Tattoo.

They look like gum drops.

That's what they are.

MR. ROARKE: Except for one thing.

The sugar content has been extracted

from a very special fruit

that grows only here on Fantasy Island.

It contains a certain ingredient which induces, um,

shall we say, a reverse emotional response

in anyone who tastes it.

You mean I eat one of these whenever...

Whenever you feel the need to experience

the emotion of hate, Ms. Swann, yes.

That's hard to believe.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You know something, Mr. Roarke,

I just met you, and already, I don't like you.

I don't like either one of you.

You're too short.

And you, you've got a funny accent.

You see, Ms. Swann, they do really work.

So be careful.

Be very careful.

SUZI: I've got to be careful how I use these.

Mr. Roarke, I came here to discuss my fantasy.

Oh, I've given it much thought, Mr. Barton.

Although I prefer a more relaxing sport...

like golf...

I have gone to great pains

to consider a hunt worthy of your ability.

Please make yourself comfortable, Mr. Barton.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Unfortunately, I am against killing animals for sport,

and you've already proven your skill against such game.

I'm glad you agree.

Any safari is not what I had in mind.

Oh?

No animal is a match for me.

Granted, if trapped or wounded, they can be ferocious.

But intellect, Mr. Roarke,

intellect is what makes an adversary really dangerous.

There can be only one adversary with intellect.

Man himself.

That's murder, Mr. Barton.

Oh, I agree, if we were talking about a traditional hunt.

Certainly, nothing is safe in my gun sights.

No, Mr. Roarke, what I had in mind,

what I envisioned was a game of wits,

like a high-stakes poker game. Very high stakes.

Say what you mean.

You're the game

for the kind of a hunt I've got in mind, Roarke.

With the condition that you can't use

your so-called special powers.

Of course, you know the essence of a truly great hunt

holds danger for the hunter, as well as the hunted.

Exactly why I'm here.

Boss, you'll be a sitting duck.

Very well, I accept your terms.

No special powers?

No special powers, Mr. Barton.

However...

if you're not successful in the next 24 hours,

there will be no holds barred on my part.

Fair enough.

Good day.

Boss, why are you doing that?

I have very special reasons, Tattoo.

Now, will you go prepare things

for our other guest's fantasy, please?

Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

BARTON: "Lucky for you my little friend is harmless, Roarke.

"If I had wanted, you'd already be dead."

Here, pin these ends together.

Suzi, I'm here putting my career on the line,

and you suddenly disappear.

Where have you been?

Around.

Around.

Jack, you didn't have to put everything on the line.

You were doing just great,

selling to everyday working girls.

But, no, all of a sudden you had to get into

very expensive original designer dresses.

Suzi, moving up is the name of the game.

And I have to admit the tension is starting to get to me already.

I mean, if this show is a flop, I'll probably be right back

selling ready-mades right off the rack.

Jack, I have something to confess to you.

That sounds ominous.

Well, I... I just wanted you to know that when we came here,

well, I wanted to...

Oh, I just don't know how to say it.

Mr. Hecker, Irena Ravel will be here in a little while.

-She wants to see you. -Irena Ravel?

As in The House of Irene, from Paris?

The one and only.

Jack, I was trying to tell you something very important.

Not now, Suzi. What could be more important than meeting one of the most

famous fashion designers in the world?

Nothing I could say, obviously.

Skip it.

Please come in, come in. He's right over here.

Mr. Hecker, may I present Ms. Irena Ravel.

Ah, what a marvelous surprise.

This is just... Just a privilege meeting you.

I've been following your career with a great deal of interest.

Why, thank you.

Am I interrupting anything?

No, no, no, of course not, of course not.

SUZI: No, of course not.

I was only going to tell him I love him.

I so looked forward to meeting you, Jacques.

Jacques, Jacques.

Well, that's it, my new label, "The House of Jacques."

Vera, get the printer on the phone right away.

Yes, sir.

JACK: Thank you.

Well, what have we here?

I know, how about the lady barracuda and the puppy dog?

-Suzi-- -"House of Jacques."

"Yuck" would be a better word.

Now, I know you two have so much in common

you want to talk about, Jacques,

but before I go, about that tension in your neck...

-[NECK CRACKING] -[GRUNTS]

Ooh!

BARTON: Mr. Roarke, I'm glad you could join me.

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

I took the liberty of ordering

the special King Emmanuel lobster salad for you.

Excellent choice.

What's the matter, Mr. Roarke?

Has something upset your appetite?

Oh, I don't scare that easily, Mr. Barton.

Well, if you're just going to stare at your food...

Delicious.

Do you think I'd be that obvious?

Perhaps I underestimated you.

But I seriously doubt it.

You know, I'm not really very hungry.

Perhaps you would like another bite of mine?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Very, very good, Mr. Roarke.

You are catching on.

Actually, it's an interesting chemical I put on your fork.

It's easily activated by a person's saliva.

Just a short time in your stomach and...

A little trick I picked up from a village elder

while searching for the abominable snowman, in Tibet.

You escaped this time, Roarke,

but I promise you, within 24 hours you'll be dead.

Excuse me.

Forgive me for disturbing you.

-May I join you? -Oh, sure.

Has anyone ever told you, you look like

one of those mysterious stars in those foreign movies,

you know, where you have to read what they say?

No.

No, but I find it a most charming and flattering observation.

-You do? -Are you here alone?

[STAMMERING] Yes... No... Uh, in a way.

I'm Jack Hecker's personal assistant for the fashion show.

Does Mr. Hecker require your services at dinner?

Only if the lamb chops need to be dressed.

Eight o'clock, Miss...?

Call me Suzi. Eight o'clock would be fine.

I'm staying in the Lilac Bungalow.

Au revoir, Suzi.

Enjoying yourself, Ms. Swann?

Oh, yes.

Did you see that man that just left?

-Very handsome. -Mm.

The point is, I saw him too, and he saw me.

And you know what?

I forgot all about Jack.

For the first time in five years,

I was turned on by another man.

Oh, then your fantasy is coming true the way you wanted.

Enjoy yourself, Ms. Swann.

Oh, I intend to.

Goodbye.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: More hips, please. More hips.

All right, watch me.

Watch your hands.

[MUSIC SLOWS AND STOPS]

Boss, the stereo just broke down.

Oh, perhaps the generator has cut out again.

But boss, right in the middle of the lesson.

Don't sulk, my friend, I'll fix it.

Usually all it takes is a good, swift kick.

All right, girls, take five.

The generator, boss!

Boss, booby trap!

No, boss, no!

[MOTOR REVVING]

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC RESUMES]

Ah, that's better.

Boss, I thought it was booby trap.

Tattoo, after all these years, have you no faith in me?

Sure, boss, but I didn't want anything to happen to you.

Thank you, Tattoo, thank you.

But don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

Now, if you'll carry on with your hula lesson,

I'll get the rover and attend to some other important business,

-All right? -All right, boss.

No!

Oh, no!

A fatal mistake, Roarke.

You can't always ignore the obvious.

You lose.

CLAUDE: I'm not sure this Suzi Swann can help us.

She said her position with Hecker is only temporary.

IRENA: She may be right.

I just saw an example of her vile temper.

But that's their problem.

Right now she is working for him.

And our concern is that Jack Hecker

is a very talented and imaginative competitor,

and that we're playing for very high stakes.

I love your thinking, darling,

especially when it comes to money.

Oh, by the way, your Suzi Swann?

She said I looked like a motion picture star.

Then you should have no trouble in keeping her occupied

and out of the way.

While you do what?

Make absolutely certain

that my designs dominate this fashion show,

by making just as certain that the Hecker creations...

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Disappear.

You take absolutely no chances, do you, darling?

Dear Claude, I didn't get to where I am by taking chances.

Hello?

Hello, anybody here?

Hello?

I had a message someone wanted to meet me here.

Roarke.

Oh, no, it's impossible.

This soup is a special creation of mine, Mr. Barton.

-Would you care for a sample? -But you're... You're...

Dead? Oh, come now,

don't tell me my little game of possum fooled you.

The master game hunter? No.

I saw you walk in that garage with my own eyes.

Yes, you did.

You cheated.

There's no way you could have survived that explosion

without using some special power.

I don't need special powers to beat you, Mr. Barton.

I simply walked out the back door of the garage.

That simple.

You are proving to be a worthy adversary, Mr. Roarke.

Does that mean you wish to try again?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

You're positive you won't try my soup?

I assure you, it's quite good.

Oh, no.

No, thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Mr. Barton?

Enjoy your fantasy.

Mm!

JACK: Kim, you start off with number four.

Stephanie, you model number two, and Kathleen, number six.

I think it's the best one, but...

I'm going to have to change the design a little bit on that.

I'll work out the schedule later.

Vera, see to it that the girls get plenty of rest.

Of course, Mr. Hecker.

Have a good day.

It's kind of late for making changes, isn't it?

So, we'll burn the midnight oil. It's not the first time.

There's one little problem. I have a date.

Date? You mean a guy?

I imagine such a thing is quite a surprise to you,

a man being interested in me.

No... I mean, why should it?

Then you don't care?

Of course not.

Go on, have yourself a good time, I'll...

take care of things here.

It doesn't make you... extra work?

It's nothing I can't handle.

Okay.

You know what I feel like doing, Jack Hecker?

-What? -Eating a gum drop.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

BARTON: A little surprise, Mr. Roarke.

You like to practice putting.

Next time, bang.

Ah, Mr. Barton, do come in.

Have a seat, won't you?

No, thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Why did you ask to see me?

I thought it my duty to remind you

that time is running out on your fantasy.

I am well aware of that.

I was hoping you might reconsider and drop this

strange obsession of yours.

Well, don't be ridiculous, Mr. Roarke.

I'm enjoying myself.

You do remember, don't you,

there will be serious consequences if you fail?

I remember.

I was hoping we might reach some sort of agreement.

Frankly, Mr. Barton...

I find it impossible to understand this...

fascination you have with killing.

It's not the kill, Mr. Roarke.

It's the excitement of the chase.

Oh. Oh, I see.

Frankly, it's conversation that bores me.

MR. ROARKE: Mr. Barton...

You should try golf.

It requires skill, a bit of luck...

And nobody gets hurt.

You're wasting my time, Roarke.

[RATTLING DOOR HANDLE]

I am appreciative of your concern over my lack of skill.

Thank you.

Curiously, I found an explosive device

in this putting cup today.

They're popping up in the most unlikely places.

Who knows?

Anyone might even find one in...

His own room.

Perhaps even your room, Mr. Barton.

Oh, by the way, I believe the door will open now.

[LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYING]

Did you design that lovely dress you're wearing?

Oh, no, I've never designed anything.

My specialty is fabrics.

And I'm also pretty good at solving

last-minute fitting problems,

at least I was until today.

What do you mean?

Do we have to talk about business?

I want to know everything about you.

Well, that'll take about three minutes.

-Then what will we talk about? -Don't underestimate yourself.

But if you'd rather not talk about yourself...

how do you get on with this Jack Hecker chap you work for?

You did mention your relationship with him is only temporary.

Suzi, Suzi, I've been looking for you.

I've got a problem with the bodice on number six.

-You said you could handle it. -Well, I need you.

I just can't get it done by myself.

You need me?

Well, of... course, I need you.

Oh, Jack.

Look, here, Suzi and I are having dinner.

Hey, stay out of it, will you?

Look, will you help me, please?

Please?

I don't want to get physical about this, but...

Look, Romeo, she works for me.

CLAUDE: She's in the middle of dinner.

I'm not paying her salary to have dinner with you.

If I tell her to work all night long, she works all night long.

If I tell her to jump over a measuring tape, she jumps.

SUZI: She jumps?

You're an awfully rude man. Why don't you be a decent fellow and run along?

Yeah, Jack, why don't split?

Darling--

[LAUGHTER]

Oh, Claude, I'm so sorry! I was trying to hit Jack.

As for you, you go fix your own dresses,

you... you slave driver!

BARTON: Where did he hide that bomb?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Go away!

[LAUGHING] Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Barton.

I didn't mean to alarm you.

You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you, Roarke?

I? You insisted on this fantasy, remember?

That's right, and I'm gonna make sure it works.

Well, then perhaps I should remind you that, uh,

you haven't got much time left.

JACK: At this point, I don't know what to think.

Suzi's acting strange, my show dresses stolen.

What's going on suddenly?

If I don't find those dresses in time for the fashion show tomorrow...

-I'm ruined. -Oh, no, no, Mr. Hecker,

I assure you, you have my full cooperation

as well as that of my entire staff

in helping you to locate them. Please don't worry.

I'd appreciate that.

Now, you mentioned Suzi, Ms. Swann.

Well, I'm a little worried about her, Mr. Roarke.

I mean, she was always so...

So sweet, so solid, always there when I needed her.

Now, sometimes, I feel like...

Like she actually hates me.

Oh, no, no.

Well, if you want to know the truth, Mr. Roarke, I think...

I think I love her.

Oh.

And have you discussed these, uh, feelings with her?

No.

Well, perhaps you should, Mr. Hecker.

Perhaps you should.

[LAUGHING]

[CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

Tattoo?

[MUSIC STOPS]

BARTON: Hope my little smokescreen didn't scare you.

But I needed to get your attention.

I'm raising the stakes, Roarke.

I've got Tattoo.

I'll leave a trail for you to follow at daylight,

so you can find us in the jungle.

If you don't, your little friend will die.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

You know, Suzi, you've brought something into my life I haven't had for a long time.

Like a pie in the face?

Exactly.

Excitement.

Your innocent charm.

You're truly a very desirable woman.

Is something wrong?

Oh, it's not you, Claude, it's me.

JACK: Suzi! Suzi!

Did you bring a measuring tape for me to jump over, Jack?

Look, I'm sorry about that.

I mean, I've been stupid, blind.

You-- You have?

If you'll just let me explain.

Oh, no, not again, not ever again, Jack Hecker.

Do me a favor, you gigolo, get lost!

And as for you, I never want to see you again, not as long as I live.

Do you read me loud and clear?

[GROANING]

I've got lots of surprises planned for your boss.

The entire area out there is booby trapped.

I wouldn't want to be you.

My boss is gonna get real mad.

[LAUGHING] Good, then he's more likely to make a mistake.

But if he gets through...

We'll all go to hell together.

I'll blow the top of this hill off.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MR. ROARKE: Ingenious, Mr. Barton, a trip wire for a land mine.

All right. Two can play that game.

Have you heard what happened?

All of Mr. Hecker's dresses were stolen.

I couldn't care less.

Excuse me, Ms. Swann, but why are you so angry?

Oh, it's a long story.

And it doesn't have a very happy ending.

The only prayer Mr. Hecker is going to have at that fashion show today

is to come up with at least one dress to model.

He said he'd just have to start from scratch.

He's chosen this one, but wanted you to select the fabric,

so she could get started on it.

Well, why isn't Wonderman here watching the store himself?

He said he had important things to do.

[SIGHS] And he wants me to select the fabrics, does he?

Okay.

Let's go with satin...

-And burlap. -Burlap?

Yeah, why not really be creative?

But burlap and satin...

It is my decision, remember?

I'll need a bolt of burlap.

If that's what burlap comes in.

So much for your Mr. Roarke.

[EXPLOSION]

-[CHUCKLING] -[EXPLOSIONS]

BARTON: Where are you?

Where are you, Roarke?

Here, Mr. Barton.

It's all over, Mr. Barton.

TATTOO: Boss!

The detonator!

You had to break the rules.

You used your special powers.

No, Mr. Barton, I beat you

with a pair of scissors.

Yes, I cut the wire to your dynamite charge

under this hill.

BARTON: No. No. No, it's not fair!

It's not fair!

[GRUNTING AND SCREAMING]

BARTON: Roarke!

Roarke!

-Thank you, boss. -Yes, Tattoo.

JACK: Suzi!

Suzi, I've been looking for you.

It's almost show time, and...

It's not all that important anymore.

You're not going to forgive me, not ever, I know it.

You don't know what I did to your beautiful dress.

Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry.

It's, uh... satin and... [LAUGHS] And burlap!

I mean, that's... That's what I call imagination.

But I've probably destroyed your whole career.

So, we...

-We start over. -We?

I want you to be with me for the rest of my life.

Suzi, I've got to be the biggest jerk in the world.

I mean, I've been in love with you all along. It's just that...

old Jack has been so involved with his business

that he couldn't even admit it to himself.

Oh, I've waited so long.

-Say it. -I love you, sweet Suzi Swann.

Oh, and I love you.

Well, shall we...

Shall we have a look at our burlap beauty?

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

WOMAN: [ON P.A.] Ms. Irena has designed

this gold lamé two-piece cocktail dress

for dinner with your favorite man.

This gown has the look of molten metal

and the movement of a summer breeze.

[APPLAUSE]

Here, Ms. Irena has designed Mata Hari cocktail knickers

with a halter top of gray and black trim.

[APPLAUSE]

For your formal nights with that special one,

you have a raspberry moss crepe slim line dress

with a palmetto accent on the shoulder.

[APPLAUSE]

And now, the one and only creation

from "The House of Jacques".

[APPLAUSE]

Next thing we do is change that stupid name.

This lovely creation

of turquoise burlap and pink satin.

Monsieur Jacques has created this jacket of burlap

and a Penang of pink silk satin.

A brilliant statement on the dichotomy

of today's society.

WOMAN: [ON P.A.] Wear this to the President's cocktail parties,

and what a hit you'll be.

[APPLAUSE]

Well, I believe congratulations are in order, Mr. Hecker,

in every category.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Mr. Barton's fantasy didn't turn out happily.

Perhaps it will in the long run, Tattoo.

He will now be where he should have been for a long time, under a doctor's care.

Why did you grant him his fantasy?

You could have been killed.

If I didn't, his sick mind would have driven him

to seek prey somewhere else. You understand?

I understand.

-Boss? -Yes?

I'm glad that you are on our side.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke, from both of us.

Oh, then the fashion show was a success, from your point of view?

I've had a dozen offers to create a new line of designer dresses.

which we will begin to think about,

right after our honeymoon.

MR. ROARKE: Congratulations.

Ms. Swann, I have a going away present for you,

just in case.

Thanks just the same, but no thanks, Tattoo.

I like the things just the way they are.

Thank you very much.

You're very welcome, Mr. Hecker, Ms. Swann.

-Bye-bye. -Bye-bye.

Boss, what about her fantasy?

After all, she didn't fall out of love with him.

Ah, that is a question of interpretation, Tattoo.

Ms. Swann did fall out of love

with the Mr. Hecker she used to know.

But at the same time, she fell in love with a new Mr. Hecker,

who appreciates her for the loving,

desirable woman she is.

I don't like you.

[GASPING]

Boss!

[LAUGHING]