Original subtitles

(BELL TOLLING)

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Lawrence.

(LAUGHING, CHATTING)

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

(♪♪)

MR. ROARKE: Well, Lawrence, there's your friend, Mr. Baldwin

and his employer, Mrs. Leslie Darnell.

You do have the fantasy straight?

Mrs. Darnell, a widow,

wants to spend the weekend with her butler

as if they were two ordinary people

in an ordinary relationship

that could develop into what she has dreamed about for some time.

A romance.

Mrs. Darnell, ordinary?

Oh, I do hope I haven't made a mistake.

The only mistake will be on Mrs. Darnell's part.

How's that, sir?

Her mistake would be in raising her expectations so high

that she loses sight of the real man she wants to know.

LAWRENCE: That lady, sir.

I remember her.

She was a great dancer some years ago.

MR. ROARKE: Miss Julie Mars.

Some say the most talented dancer of the modern era.

As I recall, she mysteriously retired

at the very height of her career.

She uses a cane.

MR. ROARKE: Her retirement was forced, Lawrence.

An automobile accident.

What a dreadful tragedy, sir.

Yes, she was injured right here on Fantasy Island.

And her fantasy is to dance once more.

LAWRENCE: Her fantasy must be difficult for you to arrange

under the circumstances, sir.

More than you know, Lawrence.

You see, I was responsible for her accident.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

LESLIE: Oh... (CHUCKLING) Mr. Roarke,

I'm as excited as a debutante! Oh, dear!

MR. ROARKE: Well, it becomes you, Mrs. Darnell.

LAWRENCE: Debutante balls

were such a lovely old-fashioned tradition.

LESLIE (CHUCKLING): Where I come from

everything is old-fashioned and full of tradition.

Which is why you are here.

Mmm, yes.

(CHUCKLING)

Well, Lawrence, trust you to think of everything.

I try, sir, I do try.

You know, Mr. Roarke,

not once in all the years we've been together

has Baldwin ever let it show.

Let what show, Madame?

Well, that he feels what I feel.

MR. ROARKE: Could it be, Mrs. Darnell,

that your curiosity about the man

behind the cool, professional exterior

has led you to read something into the relationship

that doesn't really exist?

Oh, no.

No, Mr. Roarke, it's real.

For both of us. I've felt it.

BALDWIN: Excuse the delay, Madame.

I've seen to it the maid finished your unpacking.

I've sent the gown you selected for tonight's reception to be pressed.

And I've confirmed your luncheon reservations.

Thank you, Baldwin.

Now, please sit down.

Very good, Mad...

Uh, did you say sit down?

It's quite all right, I assure you.

Please join us, won't you?

LAWRENCE: Yes, do.

Baldwin, I... I don't want you to be my butler anymore.

Oh, for the time being anyway.

I'd always thought my services were satisfactory.

Oh, they are.

As far as they went, I...

That's really not what I meant to say, I...

Oh, dear.

Lawrence, help me with this, please.

Well, Baldwin, dear fellow,

Mrs. Darnell's fantasy is for you two to spend the weekend,

shall we say...

together.

But not as employer and employee,

but as man and woman.

Is this a joke?

No.

Oh, dear, I...

This is embarrassing, I...

Baldwin, all...

All these years together, I...

I always felt that there was something very special...

Something personal between us, I...

Surely I couldn't have been mistaken.

It would be just for this weekend, Mr. Baldwin.

Two short days to test this feeling Mrs. Darnell describes.

You haven't denied this special contact

between you and Mrs. Darnell,

so what do you have to lose?

I'm not sure yet, sir.

In any case, it's a beautiful day,

Fantasy Island is yours to enjoy,

so why not take your charming companion to lunch? Hmm?

LAWRENCE: Sir, is anything wrong?

Sir, I said is anything wrong?

I'm quite all right, Lawrence, thank you.

Miss Mars is meeting me here.

Yes, sir.

Of course, I know nothing about

the accident involving Miss Mars, but...

if there's anything I can do for you now, anything at all...

I appreciate your concern, Lawrence, but, um...

Don't trouble your head over my problem.

As a matter of fact, sir,

I was practicing a bit of advice I've often heard you give.

When considering yourself, use your head.

When considering others,

use your heart.

Thank you for reminding me, Lawrence.

Thank you.

One of the last times I saw you

was right here in this very theater,

right after my last performance.

And you were running out that door.

Yes.

I've always blamed myself for not stopping you.

Oh, Julie, why did you take the car?

Where were you going that night?

To that special place that you took me once

when you told me that you could never leave the island,

not even for our love.

Oh, Julie, I'm so sorry it happened.

I was devastated,

and you wouldn't let me see you after the accident.

We didn't tell you that.

I didn't want to hear you say "I'm sorry."

I wanted to hear you say, "I love you."

Oh, I always loved you.

I still do.

And I love you too.

What happened was a long time ago.

But you're still here.

And the only thing that's changed is that

I walk with this cane.

And don't believe in miracles anymore.

I can give you your fantasy, Julie.

To dance?

To dance the way I used to dance?

Yes.

Oh, darling, please.

Please.

You must understand, you can tell no one else about your fantasy.

And it will last only for these two days of the film festival.

Oh, I don't care.

Then stand here.

Now don't move.

Don't move.

(DRUMS ROLLING)

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING UPBEAT JAZZ)

Now, dance, Julie.

-I can't. -You can.

You can.

Give me the cane.

Dance, Julie.

Dance.

(MUSIC ENDS, ROARKE LAUGHS)

Oh, Julie, Julie,

what a joy to see you happy again.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

Baldwin.

Yes, Madame?

Sit down.

Stop calling me Madame.

My name is Leslie, remember?

It's going to take practice.

(LESLIE CHUCKLES)

Well, uh...

that is what we're here for...

Marshall.

You have to be patient.

I have been patient...

for over 10 years.

Oh, Marshall.

You didn't have a clue to the way I felt all these years?

I only knew how I felt.

Well, you certainly never gave me your clue.

Then I've learned to be a very good actor, Leslie.

So have I.

And I don't want to have to pretend ever again.

No, thanks, dear. It clashes.

(WOMAN) Oh, no, darling, not with my hat.

I was so afraid this might be tacky.

But it's absolutely beautiful.

Wait a minute.

LESLIE: Would you mind if we left?

Leslie, darling!

Leslie!

Uh... Well... Uh...

Well, Rachel, Audrey!

Imagine bumping into the two of you. (NERVOUSLY CHUCKLING)

Listen, I can't stay and talk, but we'll get together later.

Bye!

That man she's trying to hide...

I'd swear that was Baldwin.

Her butler?

Leslie having lunch with her butler?

Why would she do that?

Now isn't that an interesting question.

(HARP PLAYING)

Oh, Miss Mars is over there, sir.

Ah, thank you, Lawrence, I see her.

It'll mean Broadway again, Julie.

A hit show and all the wonderful hoopla that goes with it.

Are you making me an offer, Edmond?

Definitely.

Dance this weekend.

If you've got even half of what you had, we've got a deal.

Are you tempting my favorite lady, Mr. Roan?

Nothing you wouldn't approve of, Mr. Roarke.

I'm sure of that.

Would you excuse us?

Oh, of course.

Think about it, Julie.

Let me know if you'll consider it.

You heard what he said?

Yes, Julie, I heard what he said.

But he doesn't know what we know.

And you can't tell him

or your fantasy will end at that very moment.

No!

Why can't you make my cure permanent?

Please don't ask me that.

Oh, now listen to me.

You chose to stay on this island once,

rather than to live a life with me somewhere else,

even though you told me that you loved me.

I did love you.

I do love you.

Well, then, why?

Julie...

I can't leave.

I don't exist anywhere else but on Fantasy Island,

not in the way you know me.

Don't try to understand it.

Just believe that it's beyond even my powers.

Those powers.

Those powers to make fantasies come true...

They are for other people, Julie, not for myself.

And the very fact of our love makes what you ask impossible.

I don't believe that.

You could find a way, but you won't.

You sent me away before, with a leg that wouldn't get well

and a heart that wouldn't heal.

And now you'll do it again for the same selfish reasons,

whatever they are.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING, PEOPLE CHATTING)

If I may say so, sir,

your reception for VIP guests is a splendid idea.

Thank you, Lawrence, but I remind you

all Fantasy Island guests are VIPs, as you call them.

Of course, sir.

Oh, dear.

MR. ROARKE: A problem, Lawrence?

Two, sir.

And more of a disaster.

They're old friends of mine...

And Baldwin's.

But it's not just them I'm worried about.

It's their employers.

Oh, I see.

All of them, I gather, know Mrs. Darnell and Baldwin.

Oh!

Ah!

Enter the witches right on cue.

Mesdames Andrews and Wilkins

who both enjoy a reputation for malicious gossip

that is exceeded only by the wealth of their respective husbands.

They sound very ominous indeed.

The very word, sir.

The only thing they'd enjoy more

than blighting the fragile blossom of love,

would be to plow up the entire garden.

Well, as the one in charge of this fantasy, Lawrence,

I suggest you keep a very close eye on the situation.

And I wish you luck.

(GASPS) There they are, Audrey.

AUDREY: It is Baldwin.

(LAUGHING)

And just when I thought the weekend was going to be a colossal bore.

Lovers! They're lovers!

Probably have been for years.

Oh, Audrey.

You're jealous.

I didn't think the two of us coming to this reception together

was such a good idea at first,

but I've changed my mind.

I'm changing my mind about a lot of things.

I couldn't be happier.

Come on, she's not going to get away from us this time.

Leslie!

How nice.

Aren't you going to introduce us to this gorgeous man?

Baldwin, it's you!

Leslie, shall we bother explaining?

Uh...

"Leslie?"

Marshall, we don't have anything to explain.

Oh, of course not, dear.

We are your friends.

Besides, we don't blame you a bit.

No, of course not.

This island is the perfect setting for an indiscretion.

Excuse me, Mesdames,

but the only people being indiscreet here

-are the two of you. -Oh!

Or to put it more bluntly, go to hell.

-LESLIE: (LAUGHING) -AUDREY: (GASPING)

(SLOW DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

I've been looking for you.

What is it, Julie?

I was dancing,

and an old man with a cane was watching me.

I remembered that I was crippled too.

Listen to me.

There may be a way to grant you what you ask.

-To be healed? -Yes.

If I find a way...

it will require a...

a sacrifice.

Nothing worthwhile is without a price.

What sacrifice wouldn't be worth it?

It means that much to you?

It means everything to me.

I love you.

And I love you, Julie.

More than you know.

Until later, huh?

Oh!

-Hello. -Hello.

I missed you.

I'm... I'm sorry about my friends.

"Friends."

What happened doesn't matter.

It does matter.

Only if we let it.

I'm afraid it's not our choice.

You can't let some stupid idiots spoil what we have.

Don't you see?

We already had a relationship that worked very well.

No cruelty, no hurting you.

Still being together every day.

Together?

You call that together?

Every time you were near me I couldn't say what I wanted to.

-I couldn't touch you. -I've made up my mind.

Marshall...

Will you excuse me, Madame.

Oh, good morning, Madame.

It's not going to work, Marshall.

I've been awake all night thinking about yesterday

and how we were together.

I'm not going to let you throw it away.

I said it all last night.

I'm sorry.

Aren't you the least bit curious about all you've been missing?

You do put up a pretty convincing argument.

You must know I love you.

I love you too, Leslie.

JULIE: Then it's really true!

I won't be crippled again!

I can't believe it.

My dreams are coming true.

It's all because of you.

Oh, I'm so happy I could burst.

It's going to be just like it was again.

Julie...

Nothing can ever be...

Exactly like it was before.

Oh yes, it can.

'Cause I'm on my feet.

And best of all, I've got my man.

Now don't you give me that look.

I'm whole again.

And this time, I won't take no for an answer.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Thank you.

You look marvelous.

Oh, I feel marvelous.

And all because of you.

It's taken all these years together

for us finally to be together.

Suddenly I'm not sure about things I've always been sure about.

Confusion of the best kind, don't you think?

I do.

WOMAN: Baldwin! Is that you?

Oh, excuse me, Mrs. Darnell.

Uh...

Leslie, this is Carol and McShane.

They work for Mrs. Andrews and Mrs. Wilkins.

-How do you do? -How do you do?

Please, won't you join us?

Thank you, but I don't think that's wise.

It wouldn't look right if our employers came along.

You know, the hired help sitting with...

As a matter of fact we were just leaving.

Excuse us.

So nice to see you're moving up in the world.

Leslie.

See?

We can't stop them.

Your friends or mine.

It'll always be the same.

They'll never let us be just us.

Darling, I don't give a damn about our friends.

You will, my dear.

Sooner or later, you will.

Hey!

(LAUGHING)

May I say that you're absolutely gorgeous, Julie Mars.

You may, and thank you.

-And maybe I'm in love, Edmond. -Well, if that's what does it,

I recommend it to every woman in the world.

You are going to accept that offer of mine, aren't you?

If you like the way I dance.

Oh, the way you walked in here just now, the way you move.

I don't need to see you dance, Julie.

I know how fantastic you'll be.

You're sweet.

Now I've got things to do.

All I was waiting for was your go-ahead.

I'll get a copy of the book to you, write up an agreement,

and alert Broadway

her greatest star is coming home.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Why, Lawrence, you're the picture of industry.

Oh, very kind I'm sure, Miss Julie.

But I'm afraid I've botched things up.

Inadvertently I seated the Russian representative

at today's festival screening

next to the one from China.

I'm sure they'll both survive.

Yes, but will I?

Mr. Roarke specifically directed me to prevent such a confrontation.

Well, I'll ask him to let you off this time.

Thank you.

But as they say, there are no free rides.

One must always pay the piper, you know.

What does that mean exactly?

It's only an old saying, Miss Julie.

Something about...

For every step the reveler takes,

for every joyous skip he makes, the piper must be paid.

Oh, well.

Perhaps I've discovered a new approach to diplomacy.

Excuse me.

MR. ROARKE (VOICEOVER): Julie...

if I find a way...

it will require a sacrifice.

Nothing worthwhile is without a price.

MR. ROARKE: But just this morning you said all was well.

Baldwin is a very stubborn man.

He... (DOOR OPENS)

-Mr. Roarke. -LAWRENCE: Right on cue, Madame.

Excuse me for barging in like this,

but I really must speak to you.

Certainly, Mrs. Darnell.

-Please have a seat. -Thank you.

What can I do for you?

It's Marshall.

He insists we stop the fantasy, Lawrence, I...

Mr. Roarke,

when it's just the two of us

it's as I knew it would be.

Wonderful.

But... Well, he's convinced

that I'm being hurt by other people's bad manners.

MR. ROARKE: Ah, Mr. Baldwin.

No, no! Let me guess.

You are here to talk about Mrs. Darnell.

Yes, I am.

What are you doing here?

She came to talk to Mr. Roarke about you.

I'm sorry about this whole mess, Leslie.

Darling, it's not your fault.

Precisely.

So perhaps you would like to talk things over.

Now why don't you use my lanai? Hmm?

Thank you.

Well, Lawrence, I have other things to attend to.

But as you often say, carry on.

Lawrence, this thing between Baldwin and Mrs. Darnell

has gone on long enough.

You've got to do something.

I'm afraid it's none of my affair.

And I'm sure it's none of yours.

It is so our affair.

Once people forget their place,

the whole world is going to fall apart.

Look, we don't care what they do,

as long as they don't do it in public.

McShane, out!

I'm sorry.

About everything and everybody.

EDMOND: Hi, Julie.

-Mr. Roarke. -Mr. Roan.

I'm sure Julie's told you she's going to do my Broadway show.

She mentioned it, yes.

I haven't been able to talk about anything else.

With your permission, Mr. Roarke,

I'd love to send out the word, "Julie Mars returns."

Oh, I'm sorry, the announcement will have to wait until tonight,

after Julie dances.

Darling, why? You said...

You know something, Mr. Roarke, I think you're right.

It'll be a much more exciting announcement

after everyone has seen Julie dance again.

(LAUGHING) You're quite a showman.

We'll talk later, Julie.

That man, the one with the cane...

I can't go back to that.

The self-pity...

The absolute despair of knowing I can never dance again.

I can't.

Oh, Julie, Julie.

The sacrifice, what is it?

You told me there would be a price to pay.

What is it?

You once questioned my love for you, Julie.

When this sacrifice is met,

there will be no need to ever question it again.

For luck.

Wear it tonight when I dance.

Please.

For good luck.

Of course.

Oh, I have a million things to do.

I'll see you tonight, love.

By the way, Lawrence,

the next time you want to arrange a fantasy

for one of your friends,

may I suggest you consider something a little less...

(DOOR OPENS)

Mr. Roarke, we want to talk to you.

Oh, ladies, I can see you have a problem.

Please have a seat, won't you?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's about a very delicate subject.

It's about Leslie Darnell and her butler.

Yes?

Uh, maybe...

Maybe he should leave?

Oh, no, no, I don't think so.

AUDREY: Well, then I'll just say it.

Leslie and her butler are having a blatant affair

and you must put an end to it.

-Must I? -Yes.

If you care about the reputation of your precious Fantasy Island.

Is that a threat, Mrs. Andrews?

-Take it any way you like. -I see.

Would it interest you to know that all of my guests...

um, all of my guests...

are carefully screened

before arriving on my precious Fantasy Island?

This has nothing to do with us.

It's about Leslie Darnell and her disgusting affair.

Oh, I quite understand.

But what you may not understand is

that when someone declares war,

both sides are forced to use all the weapons they're able to,

shall we say, discover.

I seem to recall something about you

and a certain gentleman in Chicago, was it?

Not too long ago.

Shame on you.

And I believe you, Mrs. Wilkins,

have developed a very warm relationship

-with your dance instructor. -Ah.

(SUPPRESSED GIGGLING)

-Mr. Roarke. -Yes?

I trust that everything that has been said here today

will be held in your confidence.

Of course.

Goodbye, ladies.

Sir, you are utterly magnificent.

Thank you, Lawrence.

Oh, Marshall, please marry me.

It would solve all our problems.

Leslie, I love you.

You know that.

But it's impossible.

Not that again.

Do we really care what other people say about us?

Oh, maybe we could handle that.

-But... -Oh, don't.

Please don't say "but."

(SIGHING)

When two people love each other, nothing is impossible.

We'll live happily ever after in my rooms over the garage.

Yes!

Don't you see? We can live anywhere.

Switzerland, the Riviera, the darkest regions of Africa.

I don't care,

just so long as we're together.

And how am I supposed to make us a living?

I'm a butler.

You could learn something else if you really wanted to.

There, you see?

I was trained by my father,

who was trained by his father

in an honorable profession which I happen to like very much.

I understand.

I really do.

(SIGHING)

We'll work it out.

We'd be on our way to the Justice of the Peace right now

if I could figure out a way to marry you

and keep one shred of self-respect.

Marshall...

self-respect is wonderful.

It's just poor company at 3:00 in the morning.

You're right, but it's all I have.

But more than that,

I care about your happiness.

You really think I'll be happy if we go back to the way it was?

I think we have to find out.

I know it won't be easy.

You're right.

It won't be easy.

I can promise you that.

As a matter of fact,

I'm going to make it just about impossible.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

LESLIE: Ohhh...

ANNOUNCER: And now, ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Roarke presents the return of Miss Julie Mars!

(UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

(MUSIC ENDS, CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

You are magnificent, Julie.

Well, if I am, I'm your creation.

Oh, darling, what is the sacrifice?

AUDIENCE: Julie! Julie!

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING CONTINUES)

Dance, Julie.

Dance for as long as you wish.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING INTENSIFIES)

(UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADING)

This is the sacrifice, Julie.

To make your cure permanent...

I must renounce my love for you.

And I must take away from you

any memory of your ever having loved me in return.

(DANCE MUSIC GETS LOUDER)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING, WHISTLING, APPLAUDING)

(MUSIC ENDS, CHEERING AND APPLAUDING CONTINUES)

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please.

I have an exciting announcement concerning Julie.

I'm happy to tell you that Miss Julie Mars

will be starring in my new Broadway show next season.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

Goodbye, Julie.

Mr. Roarke.

Well, my fantasy was more than satisfactory, Lawrence,

even though it wasn't quite what I expected.

Beg pardon, Madame, but Baldwin acts as though...

Yes, as though nothing has changed.

And yet we know that the smallest ripple sent out

into the sea of life finally reaches the farthest shore,

don't we, Mrs. Darnell?

Yes, Mr. Roarke.

But in our case, it's more than a ripple.

It's a tidal wave.

And I'm going to do everything in my power

to keep that storm raging.

Then may I wish you both a turbulent but happy voyage.

(LAUGHING) Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke.

You're very welcome.

-And thank you, Lawrence. -Madame.

Well, Miss Mars, Mr. Roan,

from all reports, the film festival was quite a success.

Bringing Julie back to the stage

was really the big event of this festival.

By the way, I'll send you tickets for the opening night.

Thank you, thank you very much, Mr. Roan, thank you.

Thanks again for everything.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

-Goodbye, Miss Mars. -Lawrence.

Something wrong, Lawrence?

I'm quite astonished by Miss Mars' behavior.

Oh?

She acts as though you were just casual acquaintances.

Hers was a very special fantasy, Lawrence.

To make it a reality,

she in effect had to drink from the waters of Lethe.

You mean, forget the past?

Only a part, Lawrence.

Only a very small part.