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[PLANE ENGINE WHIRRING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

-[WOMEN GIGGLING] -ROARKE: Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

[BAND PLAYS]

ROARKE: Ah, Miss Melanie Jones

-from Dallas, Texas. -TATTOO: Oh, no, boss.

Not the Miss Jones that you told me about.

The one who's--

The one who has only one week left to live. Yes, Tattoo.

TATTOO: But, boss, she looks so happy.

ROARKE: She is happy because I have promised

to grant her her fantasy.

Oh, I see. Her fantasy is to be cured

of whatever is wrong with her.

No, Tattoo, she has a terminal blood disorder,

and is quite reconciled to her fate.

No, her fantasy is to do something exciting

and important.

To somehow make a contribution to life...

before she dies.

TATTOO: Boss, I think I know that man.

ROARKE: Oh, I'm sure you've seen his photograph

many times, Tattoo.

Mr. Edward Ross from Detroit, Michigan,

is a very successful and admired publisher

of Finesse Magazine.

as well as two daily newspapers in New York and Los Angeles.

He's loaded.

Maybe he's here to give us our fantasy.

He's here, Tattoo, because his success

has given him everything in the world, except...

the most important thing of all.

-What's that? -Happiness, Tattoo.

But to achieve that...

he must first have forgiveness.

You see, Mr. Ross' fantasy is to meet, once again,

those people who were dearest to him in his past.

Those loved ones, he feels, were cheated and hurt

by his driving ambition to reach the very top.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You're about to meet Dr. Russ Nicholas

who's on the island doing some very important

experimental work in hematology--

Oh, now, wait a minute, Mr. Roarke.

-Maybe you didn't understand. -I beg your pardon?

I am not here looking for some last hope

miracle treatment invented by some quack.

-Oh, it's not like that at all. -Uh, Tattoo is absolutely right.

Uh, Dr. Nicholas' work is under my personal supervision.

And I assure you, it's the only way...

the only way...

you can achieve your fantasy

to do something exciting and worthwhile.

[CHUCKLES, CLICKS TONGUE] Well,

when you get right down to it, what've I got to lose?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

ROARKE: Uh, nurse, perhaps--

Oh, Mr. Siegel! I'm so sorry,

your accident ruined your fantasy.

Ruined? It was going lousy

until I broke my leg, Mr. Roarke.

But this...

this is my kind of fantasy.

-[MELANIE LAUGHS] -[TATTOO CHUCKLES]

[ROARKE LAUGHS]

DR. NICHOLAS: Okay. [CLEARS THROAT]

Here's what we're gonna do.

Uh, I'm going to give you a local anesthetic.

Okay? Then I'm going to make a small incision right here,

just below your clavicle.

I'm gonna secure the implant to some tissue,

and then, I'm gonna stitch you up.

Then I'm going to connect this tiny wire to this monitor.

Which will show a yellow light for normal physical exertion,

orange for strenuous, and red for dangerous physical stress.

MELANIE: Hmm.

This is the implant.

Oh. What does it do?

Well, basically it's a microchip

which will be programmed by information

supplied by your own blood.

That information is then transmitted

into a master computer

which diagnoses the problem and prescribes a cure.

Are there any side effects?

Uh, that's the unknown part. Injection please, nurse.

You see, the only effect there's been so far

has been in the motor activity of the body

in the monkeys that I've tested.

Monkeys?

Yeah, monkeys. I told you I didn't want to do this.

I believe I'm on the right track,

but this technique will take years to perfect.

Then, I really am doing something worthwhile, right?

I really hope so.

I'll tell you the truth.

I would call this whole thing off right now,

but Mr. Roarke insists that I do it and has faith in me.

You can still call it off. There's time.

And ruin my fantasy?

Ready when you are, Dr. Nicholas.

EDWARD: What you don't understand, Mr. Roarke,

is all my life I've been a taker.

I don't know, I had this-- this thing

that I had to be somebody.

A raw gut feeling gnawing inside of me

that kept saying to me,

"You got to be king of the hill."

I mean, I never really set out to hurt anybody,

but I didn't let anybody stand in my way either.

You're referring specifically to the woman you loved,

Miss Dena Lee and, of course, your son,

Edward Ross Jr., hmm?

You know something? I haven't even seen my own kid

in seven years.

Really?

And, uh, you never married Miss Lee.

May I ask why?

Well, there's a lot of reasons.

It's not because I didn't love her, 'cause I did.

But I married Eddie's mother instead,

because she was high society and her father was rich

and he could give me a leg up.

I just hope I haven't messed up my son's life

like I messed up Dena's.

I've even heard she's a hooker.

Perhaps, just perhaps, mind you,

your feelings of guilt

are entirely in your own mind, Mr. Ross.

Can I tell you something, Mr. Roarke?

-Of course. -I was Dena's whole life.

And I wound up treating her like dirt.

And now you want to make it up to her.

Oh! [CHUCKLES]

Yes, I do.

Very well.

But I warn you to anticipate, uh, certain changes in Miss Lee.

She may be... quite different than you expect.

I just want to see her, please.

Of course.

I'll be by your bungalow in, uh, 30 minutes.

I'll take you to her.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -You're welcome.

MAN: Oh, excuse me.

I'm, uh, I'm looking for Dr. Nicholas.

TATTOO: He's very busy.

Tattoo,

she's fine. Everything went great.

Just great.

The boss will be very pleased.

-I'll tell him right away. -DR. NICHOLAS: Okay.

Uh, Dr. Nicholas, I'm, uh, Philip Waverly,

Waverly Pharmaceuticals.

My sources tell me you're on to something,

uh, pretty big.

Oh, Waverly.

Yeah, you're a-- a big entrepreneur

and a wheeler dealer.

I'm sorry, I'm not interested.

From what I'm told, this implant experimentation

has tremendous profit potential.

Mr. Waverly, my work is experimental.

When and if it's ready to market,

I'll speak with reputable manufacturers.

Not you.

Looks like he's onto something pretty big, all right. [INHALES]

Might be worth the trip after all.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

EDWARD: My God, she is a hooker!

Miss Lee.

If you will excuse me.

You look good, Dena.

I get along.

Drink?

No, I-- I never did, and I still don't.

Guess I forgot.

Here's to your virtue.

I never did get that straight, Eddie,

whether you were a man of big virtues and little vices

or the other way around.

-Dena-- -DENA: Look.

A very nice man named Mr. Roarke

went through a lot of trouble to find me...

and talk me into coming here.

And I mean, it took some real talking.

Now, what have you got in mind?

Dena...

Dena, anything you want.

I mean it.

Anything in the entire world that you want.

Beautiful clothes, a fancy car, a home, travel.

In other words, a whole new life.

Maybe I like the life I've got now.

Dena, don't say that, please.

I just don't want you to ever have to worry

about money again as long as you live.

And there's no strings attached.

I mean it. You don't ever have to see me again.

And what do you get out of it, Eddie?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

That's a fair question.

[INHALES, EXHALES]

Maybe a little peace of mind.

And maybe just a good night's sleep

every once in a while.

I'll think about it.

Good.

And promise me, Dena, that you'll think about it

real hard, will you?

I'll meet you any time, any place.

All right.

My bungalow.

Say, seven o' clock?

That's great.

I'll be there.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

DR. NICHOLAS: I want to get an idea of how the implant

is affecting the motor activity in your body.

MELANIE: Okay.

Going to 40.

-DR. NICHOLAS: Good. -[IMPLANT BEEPING]

NURSE: Going to 50.

Seventy-five.

-Nine-- ninety-- Ninety-five. -[IMPLANT BEEPING]

One-hundred-and-fifty pounds?

What?

[IMPLANT BEEPING INTENSIFIES]

-DR. NICHOLAS: Are you-- -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Two hundred.

Four hundred. [STUTTERS]

DR. NICHOLAS: Five-hundred pounds.

Oh, this is impossible.

One-- One thousand pounds?

Um, uh, Melanie, stop. Stop. All right, stop. Stop!

Melanie, stop. Please! That's it.

[IMPLANT BEEPING SUBSIDES]

Absolutely amazing.

Hmm.

[MELANIE CHUCKLES]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Dena, you look so different!

Come on in.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Dena...

you look absolutely beautiful.

You know, it amazes me

what they can do on an island like--

-Dena, no! -[GUNSHOT FIRES]

-No! -[GUNSHOT FIRES]

[EDWARD GASPS]

I wanted to do that for such a long time, Eddie.

[EDWARD SIGHS]

But with real bullets, not blanks.

[EDWARD GROANS]

I'm sorry.

[BREATHES HEAVILY] Oh.

Oh.

I had that coming.

Yes, you did.

I'll say one thing...

you certainly look different than you did this morning.

This morning, I dressed the way I thought you'd expect me to be.

I didn't want to disappoint you, Eddie.

Dena...

I had people looking for you.

-I heard things. -You heard I was a tramp.

Walking the streets for a living.

Yeah.

I heard that.

DENA: You've got it all backwards, Eddie.

That's what I was doing when you met me.

When I was 14, my parents split...

but they forgot to take me along.

I did what I could just to stay alive.

Dena...

I-- I never knew that.

You never asked.

I'm sorry.

Being sorry is so easy

when you've got everything in the world you want.

When you came into my life, you changed everything.

For the first time, I knew what it was like

to love somebody.

God, how I loved you, Eddie!

Then, Dena, let me help you, please.

I hung on for a long time...

hoping you'd find time for me again.

Then one day, I picked up a newspaper, and it said...

you were marrying your partner's daughter.

That was a business deal.

Oh, I know.

But that was when I first knew you weren't coming back.

When I started hating you.

And I used that hate to stay straight.

To make something of my life.

Then, Dena...

you tell me, what can I say and what can I do?

There is nothing you can say.

And there's not a damn thing you can do.

I've got a husband, Eddie.

A good solid man who loves me.

And we've got two wonderful daughters.

They're beautiful children.

When Mr. Roarke talked to me,

I-- I knew why I had to come. For both of us.

You to get rid of your guilt.

And me to get rid of my hate.

I have everything I want now.

Yeah.

Take care of yourself, Dena.

[DOOR OPENING, CLOSING]

Melanie, I thought you might like to meet your predecessor.

-This is Sally. -[SALLY CHITTERING]

Well, it looks like you and I are in this together, old girl.

[ROARKE CHUCKLES]

Can you explain to me what happened

so that I understand it?

My theory is that somehow

the chemical contained in the implant interacts

with the adrenaline secreted by your body,

so that in times of stress...

I'm like the, uh, 90-pound housewife

who's suddenly able to lift a fallen tree

off of her only child?

-Exactly. -ROARKE: Except...

except that your physical capabilities

seem to be virtually without limit.

Wow!

[CHUCKLES] Well, if this is the preliminaries,

-hang on for the main event. -[SALLY CHITTERING]

[LAUGHS] Right.

Uh, at any rate, Melanie's not going anywhere.

-I'm not? -No.

Not until I know what that weight test meant.

Yes, sir.

Oh, I'd just like to ask you one more thing.

Sure.

Are you married?

Uh... [CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

Uh...

EDWARD: I've, uh, wasted enough time already, Mr. Roarke.

See, I haven't seen Eddie since he was 14 years old.

And if I don't see him soon, I think the only memory

that he's gonna have of his old man is... [CHUCKLES]

...is the checks that I send every month. [CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES] I think you may be in for something

of a surprise, Mr. Ross.

Well, I don't doubt it.

But I've got something

very personal I want to give him.

Very personal.

This is the only thing

that my father left me before he died.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Little Eddie used to...

he used to be crazy about it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[ROARKE SIGHS]

[MUSIC STOPS]

It's very handsome.

Thank you.

Mr. Roarke...

I'm going tell you something that I've never told anyone

before in my life.

All right.

I have never in my life

been able to say the words "I love you."

But surely Miss Lee, your son?

No. Not Dena, not Eddie. Not my ex-wife.

Not even my mother, Mr. Roarke.

I don't know, for some reason, the...

the words just got stuck in my throat

and wouldn't come out.

Perhaps, that's part of your problem, Mr. Ross.

The word love doesn't come from the throat...

it comes from the heart.

EDDIE: There you go. A little more attitude.

How about some more attitude? You're famous for that.

Yeah. Yeah. Now, now, a little more leg.

Come on. Come on, give it up, girl.

A little more leg. There you go.

-[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS] -EDDIE: Okay,

a couple of more like that.

Yeah, that's really...

I told you, you might be in for a surprise, Mr. Ross.

EDDIE: Nigel, that's it. That's it.

How about a little more shoulder?

There you go. Okay, Elaine, you're up next.

And, Nigel, that means we're into a new setup, okay?

-NIGEL: Okay. -All right, let's move, everybody.

Good luck.

Pop.

[BOTH LAUGH]

[BOTH GRUNT]

-How you doing? -Let me look at you. Ah!

Hey, man!

You went and grew up, didn't you?

-So, you noticed, huh? -[CHUCKLES]

EDDIE: Hey, everybody, take five, okay? Take five.

I can't get over the way you look.

Hey, what's going on here?

Oh, just a little competition, Pop.

I'm starting my own magazine.

I call it, Ladies a la Carte. What do you think?

[CHUCKLES] I think it's great.

But you know it's going to take a lot of big bucks

to make that work, Eddie.

So far every penny I can beg, borrow and steal.

[CHUCKLES] Well, you know what that's all about.

But so what? I mean,

that's how you got your start, am I right?

Yeah, but that was another time and another place.

And it wound up costing me more than just a lot of big bucks.

Pop, I understand that.

I mean, I got four scrapbooks full of articles about you.

How you clawed your way to the top. How you let nothing

and nobody stand in your way, right?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Yeah, you're right.

But just because I did it, Eddie,

that don't make it right.

Well, what's right got to do with it?

I mean, you did what you had to do.

[CHUCKLES] Oh! Oh, I get it. That's a good move, Pop.

Try and throw off the competition, huh?

Come on, it's me you're talking to,

your own little Ed.

Hey, Eddie, uh, can we move things along?

Well, got to get back to work.

But, hey, we got a lot of catching up to do, right?

-Yeah. -And there's a million angles

you can teach me that never showed up

in those press clippings of yours, all right?

EDWARD: Son, just a minute.

I wanted to show you something. Do you remember this?

This is the only thing that I never hocked

even when I was short.

When you were a kid about five or six years,

you were crazy about it.

You always tried to get it away from me.

It had this wonderful little song.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I always intended to give it to you, but I...

uh, somehow I never got around to it.

I'm sorry, Pop.

Sorry about what?

I don't remember.

Sure. What am-- what am I thinking about?

As I said, you were just a kid. Why should you remember it?

-Just a little kid. -Hey.

Hey, look, I-- I'll catch you when I'm done here, all right?

-Mm-hmm. -Okay. All right.

-I'll see you later. -All right.

EDDIE: Okay, everybody, we're back, all right?

Uh, Nigel, you all loaded up and ready to go?

Okay, now, Elaine,

give us something really fun, all right?

Have a good time, yeah.

Little girl. Little, little girl there.

-[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS] -EDDIE: Yeah, yeah, just like that.

I guess it wasn't that important after all.

EDDIE: There you go. There you go.

Yeah! Have a good time. Good time.

Yeah. Yeah. Just like that.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[MELANIE LAUGHING]

Melanie, are you feeling tired?

No. More, um...

um, romantic than anything.

Ah, well, listen, that's probably

just another side effect of that damn implant.

-Who cares? -[IMPLANT BEEPING]

[IMPLANT BEEPING INTENSIFIES]

[IMPLANT BEEPING SUBSIDES]

[DR. NICHOLAS SIGHS]

-Melanie, I-- Hey. [LAUGHS] -[LAUGHS]

Listen. This isn't very fair to you, Melanie.

Well, am I complaining?

What if things were different between us? You know? Normal?

I don't think you would ever give me a second look.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Oh, sure. Yeah, I get it.

You just don't want to be involved

with a lady who, uh...

who, uh, isn't gonna be hanging around that long.

Oh, no. You're wrong.

Melanie, I think you're the most attractive woman

-that I've ever met. -TATTOO: Dr. Nicholas!

-Dr. Nicholas! -Tattoo, what is it?

-The monkey. -What about the monkey?

Somebody is trying to steal the monkey out of the lab.

-What? -Yes.

Come on, let's go! Let's go!

TATTOO: Come on! Come on!

DR. NICHOLAS: Stop! Hey!

We got to get Sally back. Her life depends on it.

-I'll get her. -What?

No, wait, Melanie, you can't.

Let's get to the Rover,

-right over there. -Okay. Now, come on.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SALLY SCREECHING]

[IMPLANT BEEPING INTENSIFIES]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SALLY SCREECHES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[IMPLANT BEEPING]

[IMPLANT BEEPING FLATTENS]

Miss Jones?

Miss Jones?

Russ?

I sent the doctor out to get some coffee and fresh air.

Tell me, how do you feel?

Well...

everything seems to be working.

Mr. Roarke,

did I really do everything I remember doing?

Uh, part of your fantasy was to do something exciting,

as I recall.

Now, are you sure you feel all right?

I'm sure I feel all right.

[MELANIE SIGHS]

-What are you doing? -I'm getting up.

No, no, no, get back to bed.

Old...

people die in beds.

Well, you just-- just give this--

-Give it a-- -[MELANIE GRUNTS]

MELANIE: Oh...

Very well, uh, Dr. Nicholas,

since you seem to have everything well in hand,

uh, we have other things to do, don't we, Tattoo?

Tattoo.

-Tattoo. -Yes, boss. Yes.

-[DR. NICHOLAS CLEARS THROAT] -[DOOR CLOSING]

Melanie, uh, um, sit down.

I was really worried about you.

Well, that's something.

Well, what happened, anyway? Why did I black out?

I'm not taking any more chances with you.

I'm taking out that implant, Melanie.

[SCOFFS] You're doing no such thing!

Damn.

You were almost killed.

The next time will kill you. Do you understand that?

I'm gonna die anyway, remember?

Will you please get out of here? Uh, I'd like to get dressed now.

Please?

Yeah.

Okay.

EDDIE: Come on, Lolita,

we got a lot of work to do today here, baby.

We don't have time to wait for you whole lot, all right?

Come on.

All right. Everybody ready?

-Nigel, you set? -NIGEL: Yup.

EDDIE: Okay, lots of energy, everybody. Lots of energy.

-And... -[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

EDDIE: Terrific! And one more just like that.

All right. All right. That's good. That's great!

Terrific. Okay. Okay. [CHUCKLES] All right.

Yeah, I think Kathleen is centerfold, and, uh,

we'll, uh, we'll do the studio setup later, all right?

[SIGHS] We've already backlogged 12 centerfolds, Eddie.

Did I ask for your opinion?

May I make a suggestion?

Hey, Pop. Listen, I'll be right with you.

We're not quite finished here yet, all right?

Well, you've got two ways to go.

Now, you can either do it your way,

or you can take the advice of someone

who's made millions doing this kind of thing.

Thank you.

For instance, uh...

She's got a beautiful body, and you got it all covered up.

You're making this young lady look like

-a 1940s pinup. -EDDIE: What do you mean?

What I mean is quite simple.

She's got a beautiful body. You should show it.

Put her in a-- in a bikini like she has on,

and, uh, something that's cut.

Ultra new, very high in the waist.

And wet it down. Yeah. [CHUCKLES]

Yeah, that would be wild. Wet and wild.

[CHUCKLES] Hey, that is wild.

Aren't you Eddie Ross, Finesse Magazine?

EDWARD: I stand accused. What's your name?

-Kathleen. -Make a wish, Kathleen.

I wish I'd get a featured spread in Finesse Magazine.

You have got it.

That's my personal card.

Now, you've got to do two things.

First of all, rest over the weekend

so you'll be looking good on Monday,

'cause I want to see you Monday in the main office

in Detroit of Finesse Magazine.

And we'll start the spread then, okay?

Now, I want you to bring all these pretty ladies with you,

'cause I'm sure I can find something for them to do

there in the magazine, okay?

-[KATHLEEN GASPING] -MODEL 1: All right.

KATHLEEN: Oh, thank you.

-[KATHLEEN GASPS] -[EDWARD CHUCKLES]

All right, come on. Let me help you down.

You take care of yourself and rest up so you look pretty.

Yeah, okay.

EDDIE: Nigel, that's all for today.

[MODELS GIGGLING]

EDWARD: Yeah.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

-Can I talk to you for a second? -You can talk to me anytime.

Listen, what the hell was that?

Oh, I just wanted to show you

what the world really works like.

I know what it works like.

You don't know nothin'.

All right, okay, so you stole my models.

Big deal.

Let me tell you something, Junior.

I'll steal the shirt off your back

-if you don't give up this mess. -Hey, it's a little late

for fatherly advice, don't you think?

It's never too late to try to wise up

a dummy like you.

Hey, Pop.

Don't push it too far.

Oh, now, ain't that too bad?

I'm really surprised.

How do you think I got to be where I am, big man?

Don't you want to be like your old man? Huh?

Well, you got to know the rules. Don't you know that?

And the first rule is there ain't no rules!

Don't push me.

Let me tell you something.

I'll push you out of this business.

[EDWARD GROANS]

EDWARD: Oh!

-[GASPS] -[EDWARD GROANS]

Yeah, that's a hell of a punch you got there.

Yeah, well, your jaw ain't so soft, either.

Are you all right?

[EDWARD LAUGHS]

Yeah, I'm all right.

Hey, listen, I, uh, I didn't mean to hit you now.

I'm sorry. You just--

You kept coming at me and coming and--

I understand, Eddie.

You know, it's funny, I didn't mean to run out

on the woman I love.

I didn't mean to make your mother's life miserable.

I didn't mean to neglect you.

I didn't mean to sell out my life

for a fat bank account and an ulcer.

And a lot of lousy memories, but I did.

And I'm sorry.

I just don't want you to grow up to be like me.

I was just trying to...

I was trying to help you along, that's all.

Yeah, but... [CHUCKLES] ...but you got it all, man.

Eddie...

It's all the things that I don't have that count.

All the things that money can't buy.

Things like loyalty, respect. A real family, love.

Yeah, well...

we never had too much of that in our family, did we?

[CHUCKLES]

No, that's another inheritance that your old man left you.

Look, I-- I just hope you listen to some of the things I said

and at least you'll think about it.

That's all I ask. Just think about it.

Yeah, well, it looks like I got a lot of thinkin' to do.

And when I'm ready...

maybe I'll come and we can talk about it.

All right?

-That's good enough for me. -Okay.

Hey, Pop?

You, uh... You got the watch with you?

Yeah.

I think I'd like it.

[CHUCKLES]

EDWARD: Come here.

[EDWARD SIGHS]

Now, you make sure you call me real soon, you hear?

-I will. -All right.

-All right. -When you're ready.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

DR. NICHOLAS: Mr. Waverly.

I know it was you that tried to steal the monkey.

What monkey?

Oh, doesn't matter.

Uh... [SIGHS]

...I've been thinking a lot about your proposition.

Oh.

Like you said, I don't have to like you.

[SIGHS] A wonderful lady's gonna die

if I don't come up with a miracle.

So...

I want experts in my field working 24 hours a day

with unlimited funds.

What do I get for giving you this miracle?

Everything. Patent rights, the works.

You got a deal.

My yacht's standing off the shore at North Point.

I'll drive you up there.

We'll draw up the agreement.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, I, uh, I'd given up, Doctor.

I was about to leave.

Never underestimate the power of a woman, huh?

[ENGINE STARTING]

Oh, Miss Jones, I was trying to reach you on the phone.

Oh, I was just thinking and walking a bit.

-Is-- is something wrong? -Plenty.

There's been an accident

on a remote road in the mountains.

The car is overturned. Two men are trapped inside.

And unless we get them out very soon, they will die.

Only you can do it.

Well, yes, but if I do that, I'm dead.

I mean, Russ told me, that's it. Boom. Curtain.

I would not ask you if one of those men

-weren't Dr. Nicholas. -[GASPS]

[HORN HONKING]

The gasoline hits that hot engine, Mr. Roarke,

they're finished.

Oh, no!

-Russ? -[DR. NICHOLAS GRUNTS]

[GROANS] Melanie.

-MELANIE: Are you all right? -Ye-- yeah, I'm okay.

Melanie, get out of here. Please.

Don't try and help me or do anything foolish.

Just go-- go away.

Are you kiddin'?

DR. NICHOLAS: Sweetheart, please. No!

[GRUNTS, EXHALES]

[CAR CREAKING]

[PANTS]

-[IMPLANT BEEPING] -[PANTS]

Oh...

Oh, please.

[MOUTHING] Please.

[GRUNTS]

[MELANIE GROANING]

[MELANIE PANTING]

[DR. NICHOLAS GROANS, COUGHS]

DR. NICHOLAS: Oh, Melanie! [GRUNTS]

[FIRE CRACKLING]

[MOUTHING] Thank you.

MELANIE: You called me sweetheart.

DR. NICHOLAS: Oh! [LAUGHS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

I'm surprised, Mr. Ross.

-Why? -You are leaving?

[CHUCKLES] I did all the things that I came to Fantasy Island to do.

-That's right, boss. -Is it indeed?

I believe there is a third and hidden part

of your fantasy, Mr. Ross.

I don't know what you're talking about.

TATTOO: Me either.

Mr. Ross knows precisely what I'm talking about, Tattoo.

I want you to go somewhere with me now.

Mr. Roarke...

you know and I know that that's impossible.

I'm afraid I must insist.

Please.

-Tattoo, you handle things here, hmm? -[STUTTERS]

Okay, boss.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

This can't be.

Can't it, Mr. Ross?

Why don't we go inside and find out?

Hmm?

Please, Mr. Ross.

Mr. Roarke, Mama's been dead for 15 years now.

When we enter this place, Mr. Ross...

we step back into her time.

You are merely home on a visit.

Isn't that what you really wanted?

More than Miss Lee, more even than your son...

To talk to your mother one last time?

It's good having you home, Eddie.

I know how busy you are.

Can you stay long?

Not too long, Mother.

You look tired, Eddie.

Maybe you need a little vacation.

I got a little money put away.

No, no, no. Mama, Mama, sit down, please.

You know, ever since I can remember...

you always had a little money put away in case I needed it.

Everybody need a little help sometimes.

-I'll get the money. -No, no, no, Mama.

Listen to me. Just listen.

I've got to tell you how sorry I am.

For what, Eddie?

For not giving you all the things I could have.

I got all I need, son.

Oh, but, Mama...

you worked all your life in somebody else's kitchen.

You cleaned their houses. And...

and you did it all for me.

Just so I could...

be somebody.

And you are, Eddie.

You are.

And I'm proud of you.

[SOBS] I love you, Mama.

-Oh-- -I love you.

-Eddie. Eddie. -I love you.

[EDWARD INHALES, EXHALES]

[INHALES]

You never told me that before.

I know, I--

And I'm sorry about that, too.

Hearing you say that, Eddie,

saying that you love me...

it's the only thing I never had that I really wanted.

Now...

I got it all, darling.

Now I got it all.

-[CHUCKLES] -Your favorite, son.

-I know. -I baked them just for you.

Thank you.

I love you, Mama.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Delicious.

[♪♪♪♪♪]