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The plane! The plane!

Buh-bye.

- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Julie.

- Where's Tattoo?
- Uh, helping Mr. Kincaid

-fulfill his fantasy. -Oh, yes.

Mr. Kincaid's that nice man
who wants to be invisible.

Yes, uh-huh.

Can you make his
fantasy come true?

Mm, what about it, Mr. Kincaid?
Can I make you invisible?

Indeed you can, Mr. Roarke.

Witness a lovely flower
for a most lovely young lady.

Take it, Julie. - Oh!

Thank you, Mr. Kincaid. Uh...

But I thought you said
Tattoo was with him.

Oh, but he is. Uh, Tattoo?

That's not fair, Julie.
Mr. Kincaid stole my line.

But I still think you're
beautiful, anyway.

How sweet. Thank you, Tattoo.

Uh, have a nice day, gentlemen.

-Come, Julie. -Bye.

Not there, Julie, over
there, can't you see them?

Julie?

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Mr. Roarke, do
you see what I see?

Indeed I do, Julie.

The gentleman to whom
you refer is Mr. Joel Campbell

of New York City, an
extremely successful

insurance executive with
a most unique avocation.

Not only does he
participate in amateur rodeos

and go horseback riding in
Central Park each morning,

but Mr. Campbell is
also an avid student

of the Old West.

Then, it shouldn't
be too difficult

to guess what his fantasy is.

Oh, no, indeed,
Mr. Campbell's fantasy

is to experience the real West.

He hungers to immerse himself

in the romantic
adventures and challenges

no longer available to
residents of Manhattan.

But Mr. Campbell's somewhat
glamorized conception

of the real West may
very well involve him

in some extremely
difficult situations.

Also, a great danger.

Who's the pretty lady?

An extremely
talented research chief

of a modern genetic laboratory.
Her name is Dr. Carla...

Frankenstein.

Frankenstein? Funny, she
doesn't look like a monster.

Shame on you,
Julie. Dr. Frankenstein

has had to endure that
type of humor most of her life.

Shame on you.

The lady is convinced

that Baron von
Frankenstein did, in fact, exist.

The fantasy is to have
the Baron's laboratory

reconstructed
to the last detail.

By studying the Baron's
reports, she hopes to prove

that he was a man
sadly misunderstood

in his lifetime.

Wait a minute, Mr. Roarke.

The whole story,
the monster, the fire,

that's all from a
novel, pure fiction.

Oh, indeed, Julie, indeed.

But who is to say
what is fiction...

what is fact?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, no, I got nothin'
against my parents,

God bless their souls.

It's just that my
mother gave birth to me

a hundred years too late.

And things ain't
like they used to be,

you know what I mean?

Well, I think I do,
Mr. Campbell. You feel that, uh,

today's world is too civilized,
less than challenging,

that we have too
many creature comforts.

Right on the nose, Mr. Roarke.
This nation has produced

too many namby-pamby
tenderfoots.

Really?

Julie?

-This way, please. -Sure.

Good luck, Mr. Campbell,
and keep your powder dry.

Thank you, little lady.

Dodge City, here I come.

Well...

how far back in time you
gonna take me, Mr. Roarke?

Patience, Mr. Campbell.
You shall soon see.

Well, I hope it's
no later than 1870.

-Oh? -That's when things

got a might civilized,

and romance seemed
to go that-a-way,

- if you know what I mean.
- Yes, yes.

What happened to my clothes?

Well, your fantasy
was to experience

the real West, Mr. Campbell.

What you are now wearing
is completely authentic.

Uh, that cow pony over
there is likewise authentic,

though it is not cut
from the same mold

as those you ride
daily in Central Park.

Uh, his name is
Pancho, by the way.

That's a nice-looking horse.

-Oh, yes. -Okay.

What do I do now?

What you do now, Mr. Campbell,

is to look over there.

The brakes!

What the hell is a
truck doing in 1870?

The brakes are gone!

Easy, Pancho.

Go get 'em, go get 'em! Come on!

Get 'em, get 'em!

Josh, hold on!

Pardon me, ma'am.

Hold on.

Oh.

Oh. Oh!

You all right?

Thanks, stranger.
You saved our lives.

Yeah, that was
really brave of you.

You've done it.

You've really
done it, Mr. Roarke.

- Thank you.
- You certainly have.

This place gives me the creeps.

Oh, it's his
house, I can feel it.

- Oh, can we go in, please?
- Mm-hmm.

Must we?

It... It's immaculate.

Well, this is the
Baron's castle, yes,

reconstructed exactly as
it was over 150 years ago

before it burned down.

They're goin' inside.

Knock that off, will ya,
Fix? I told you before,

no drinking on the job. Come
on, we are being paid a lot of bucks

by her company's
number-one competitor

to find out what she is doing
here on Fantasy Island, okay?

Here's to Baron Frankenstein
and all his little monsters.

Just to think...

that in this room, life was
created from the dead.

Uh, not exactly in
this room, Doctor.

Behind that door.

And with such
primitive equipment.

Yes.

Uh, Doctor, I must warn you...

no one knows all
that happened here.

Now, will you two please
stop worrying about me?

I'm home.

But there's no
phone, no electricity.

Maybe you better
come back with us.

I think I've taken up
enough of your time.

Now, if you two will, please,
just show yourselves out,

I'll get on with my research.

As you wish, Doctor.

Julie.

That was a great supper, Mom.

Oh, thank you, son.

It's time you got started
on your homework.

Okay.

Well, that's a fine-lookin' boy.

Equally a fine-looking mom
who knows how to cook,

don't you, Mrs. Blair?

Well, thank you, but
please call me Maggie.

It's short for Margaret.

As for the meal, uh,
it's part of the job.

-Job? -Job.

- Didn't Mr. Roarke tell you?
- No, he didn't.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Roarke

neglected to tell
me a lot of things.

You're the hired
hand he promised me.

I expect an honest day's
work for an honest day's pay.

Now, hold it, Mrs.
Blair... uh, Maggie.

I didn't come all this
way to be a hand,

hired or otherwise.

You made a deal, and
I aim to hold you to it.

I'm really a wealthy insurance
executive on vacation.

Dressed like a
flat-broke cowpoke

just to fool the public, right?

Well, something did happen
to my old clothes, yeah.

They just sort of disappeared.

Exactly. -

- Motorcycles out there?
- Yeah, just off-road riders.

Oh.

An evil-looking bunch.

Yeah, well, we get lots of
them out here these days,

but pay 'em no mind.

- Maggie, where are you from?
- Missouri, the Ozarks.

-Is there a Mr. Blair? -Was.

Sam's in the cemetery
over at Wilson's Bend.

He spent five years breaking
his back to clear this land.

Pneumonia from
digging post holes

in the rain, that's pretty
much what done him in.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Joel, would two extra days here

make any difference
in your plans?

Well, uh...

Six dollars as an
advance on your salary,

good faith money.

Maggie, I told you before.

I work for an insurance company,

and last year, I made
nearly 200,000 dollars.

You don't believe me, do you?

Nope.

Hmm, at least the
wages are 1870.

I'm more and more convinced

that Baron Frankenstein
had no interest

in creating living
beings from the dead.

I am beginning to wonder...

if he was seeking
the key to immortality.

Oh, the very thought of
it sends my mind reeling.

But I find several references

to everlasting
life in his papers.

Here's the quote
that he jotted down

from Lord Byron.

"I feel my immortality,
o'er sweeping,

all pains, all tears, all
times, all fears. And peal,

like the eternal thunder
of the deep, into my ears."

Mr. Roarke, is that you?

Julie?

Hey, old man. What's happenin'?

If you're addressing me,
the name is not "old man."

Wrong.

Your name's whatever
I decide it'll be.

Did you come here for
any particular reason?

Yeah.

That's the reason I came here.

I don't think it's
a very good one.

Well, then why don't you do
something about it, old man?

I got him, I got him, Crusher.

Have some fun.

I'm gonna have some
fun with him, Flynt.

Stop, or I'll shoot!

All right, let him go!
And get on your bikes,

and ride outta here!

You better do what Josh says.

That's a double-barrel
12-gauge shotgun,

and it can blow a king-size
hole in just about anything,

including scum the likes of you.

Let the old man go, Flynt.

Better start looking over
your shoulder, old man,

'cause I'm coming back.

And when I do... -

Hmm...

well, thanks, son. I...

I was getting a
little nervous there.

You were getting
nervous? What about me?

I forgot where my
dad kept the shells.

Well, you are a gutsy guy.

That's one I owe ya.

Well, there's
something I owe you.

The rotor, I took
it off the tractor.

What'd you do that for?

Well, the sooner you
get the plowing done,

the sooner you'll be leaving us.

So?

So maybe I don't
want you to leave.

Maybe I want you to stay.

My mom feels the same way.

Hmm.

The tomatoes look fresh.

I... have a small garden.

I cannot go to the store.

I would...

frighten people.

Cold.

Fire.

The townspeople came after me...

with torches.

And a Baron...

pushed me into the river.

Do you have a name?

Name?

I... have...

a chicken and a goat.

I should like to
see them sometime.

May I ask you some
more questions?

How long have you lived here?

Since the Baron died.

Hundred and fifty years.

Oh, you see, the
average lifespan is...

only about half that,

so the Baron must
have discovered

some genetic secrets
that we don't know about.

How old are you?

What is it? -

I heard something.

You... you brought people!

No, I didn't, I came
alone, I... I swear.

I wouldn't lie to you.

Did you see anything?

Let's get the hell outta here!

That's... that's...

I know who it is, let's go!

It was real, wasn't it?

Like some gosh-awful
sideshow freak.

A sideshow.

People lined up with money.

We'll make a fortune, millions.

Aren't you forgettin'
one minor detail?

How do we get it to co-operate?

Did you see the
size of that sucker?

All we need is a
cage, a big one.

Then, we got him.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Who are... they?

They're tourists probably.
They lost their way.

People...

run... from...

me.

I know how lonely and
confused you must be.

But that's over.

When I leave here,
you're coming with me.

You'll be famous.

You will be the living proof

that man can conquer
the secret of eternal life.

You will offer the world hope.

And you can end
the horrible stories

about Baron Frankenstein.

We'll drive this load out
and come back for the rest.

Not this month, Harley,
we don't need nothin'!

Hey, Mack, didn't
you hear the lady?

I heard, Mr. Campbell,
but she's wrong.

That you, Roarke?

Mrs. Blair does need something.

I need something.

I need to get out
of this no-account,

one-horse rip off of
a fantasy right now.

Oh, I am so sorry.
That is quite impossible.

Once started, a fantasy
must run to its conclusion.

Even though it's the wrong kind?

-What do you mean? -Oh,

have you fouled
me up, Mr. Roarke.

I wanted to see the Old
West, like it really was.

Oh, I beg to differ
with you, Mr. Campbell.

Uh, you did not request
to experience the Old West.

The term you used
was "the Real West."

But this isn't any kind of West.

That woman has got
me planting, and plowing,

and splitting rails on this
no good piece of ground

that even the weeds can't
wait to tumble off fast enough.

That's what the real West
is all about, Mr. Campbell,

a very hard, difficult life,

a constant struggle
often ending in failure.

But in spite of everything,

true Westerners somehow endure.

Yeah, maybe so, but...

I have delivered your
fantasy, Mr. Campbell.

Wrong!

This is not the West
like I know it to be.

It wasn't built on
drudgery, mm-hmm.

Men, men built it, real men.

But there was also
something called commitment,

Mr. Campbell,

a quality you seem to lack.

- What? I lack commitment?
- Yes, sir.

Look, I have lived in the city

for 20 years and have worked
for the same company 18 years.

And for all those years,
you have been a drifter,

an emotional drifter.

-A what? -An emotional drifter.

One who keeps running
from person to person.

Mr. Campbell, you
are 40 years of age,

yet you've never been
married, not even engaged.

Your personal
life is totally void

of close relationships.

But Mr. Roarke...

Mix this seed
with the other type.

It's a new, sturdy strain,
recently developed.

It will take root in the
driest, stoniest soil.

In a few weeks, it will cover
the entire Eastern slope,

all the way up to the ridge.

That is if those crazy bikers

don't come swoopin' down
here and tear everything apart.

And if that happens,

why don't you ask
yourself the question?

What question?

What would Duke Wayne
do in a situation such as this?

Good luck.

Dr. Frankenstein, not once

did you ever mention any plans

to take him away
from this place.

- But I didn't know he was here.
- Indeed.

Uh, did you not specifically
insist that every detail,

every detail of his
laboratory be duplicated?

Yes, But I never once, for
a moment, imagined that...

Mr. Roarke, are you, by
some chance, putting me on?

I mean, he doesn't
even look like...

Oh, like the
monster in the movie.

My dear doctor, this is not
the world of make-believe.

We are dealing with real life.

Well, I still don't understand
why you're so upset.

I mean, he wants to go with me.

He wants, Doctor,
what every child wants,

to please the adults around him.

But he's not afraid.

Dr. Frankenstein, the
world will see him as he is,

and people will
react predictably.

Some will be horrified,
some will laugh,

and some...

will taunt him, cruelly...

the way they have taunted
you about your name all your life.

No, Doctor, no.

No, he must not leave here.

Look, I have no
intention of putting him

on public display.

He is a biological miracle.

He'll be studied by scientists
and very well-cared for.

Doctor, I fear your desire
to rid your family name

of ridicule has blinded you.

This...

this entity is a
living creature.

He has a human, beating heart.

He may even have a soul.

Come here, please.

Someone once said,

"There is nothing ugly.

I never saw an
ugly thing in my life,

for let the form of an
object be what it may.

Light, shade...

and perspective

will always make it beautiful."

Oh, these poor feet of mine.

I feel like I've worn 'em
right up to my kneecaps.

Well, what can a body expect

if you write up a few
fancy insurance policies?

Oh, you still don't
believe me, do you?

Look, if you want to
play make-believe,

you go right on and have at it,

just so long as I get an
honest day's work out of you.

Hey, Maggie.

You know, I was wonderin'.

You know those
bikers, why do they keep

showing up around here?

Oh, kids is all.

That's not all.

You're frightened of
them a lot. Now, why?

Well, they rustled
one of my steers.

I got the sheriff after
'em, but he had no proof.

And now, they got it in for me.

Hmm, boy, that husband of
yours, he sure saddled you

with a lot of
trouble, didn't he?

No money, a stony piece
of ground and a boy to raise.

And a half-finished house.

Oh, Sam meant well.

You any good at fixing roofs?

Now, hold it, lady.

This hired hand is
retiring tomorrow evening,

the minute I'm through
sowing the Eastern pasture.

Well, you can't
blame a body for tryin'.

Maggie, I know it's
none of my business,

but why don't
you sell this place?

You know, you are
absolutely right, Joel.

It is none of your business.

You just do the
job I hired you to do.

Now, listen to me, lady.

You didn't hire
me to do any job.

Roarke didn't hire me,
nobody else hired me.

You were in trouble,
and I was trying

to help you out.

Then, just finish
the job you started,

and go on your way,
wherever you're goin'.

Thanks, I'm gonna do just that.

Look, Joel.

Joel!

I'm sorry.

I'm just all tuckered out
tonight and I'm worried.

I just want to
keep things goin',

bring in one good harvest.

I know we can survive,

make this the place that
Sam always dreamed of.

Would you help me? Please?

Well, uh, I'll think about it.

Thanks.

Hi.

Listen to this.

"I keep six honest serving men.

They taught me all I knew.

Their names are What,
and Why, and When,

and How, and Where, and Who."

Oh, it's only a poem.

You don't have to understand it.

Poems are about the way
people feel about things.

Did the Baron make that?

No.

Then, it cannot know how I feel.

Sit down.

Teach me.

All right.

"The cat...

jumped...

over... the fence."

Why... did the cat...

jump?

I don't know why.

I'm just teaching
you to read it.

You...

and Mr. Roarke...

are my friends.

You... must teach me...

before... I go to
live with people.

Go?

But you can't, you know that.

He... he'll get into trouble.
People will hurt him.

Julie, I'm going to
take care of him myself.

Now, I know how
Mr. Roarke feels about it,

and I've... I've
thought it all over.

He'll be perfectly safe with me.

He's just too
valuable to science

to remain here
undiscovered for centuries.

You're absolutely right, Doctor.

Come on, let's go.

Who are you? What do you want?

Come on, move it!
You too, Doc, let's go!

Come on, come on.

Keep moving, or we
kill the women. Come on.

- What about her?
- Forget her, come on.

Move, move!

Mr. Roarke!

Mr. Roarke!

Come on, come on! Move, move!

In the truck! In, in, in!

- Don't come in, it's a trap!
- Shut up!

Get rid of the girl!

Oh!

I finally made contact. The
boat'll be here in an hour.

It won't be too soon for me, eh?

Maybe we should take a peek.

Run! Hurry!

Don't kill him, you
idiot, he's money!

Stop! Stop!

I am your friend.

You were created to be superior.

The Baron would not
like it if you do something

to destroy his hopes
and aspirations for you.

Mr. Roarke, he's hurt.

He has been hurt each
time he ventured into a world

that was not prepared
to accept him, Doctor.

In the Baron's castle,
he's only a part of literature.

But there, he is safe.

You must make
him understand that.

All right. I'll talk to him.

Oh, thanks a lot, Mr. Roarke.

You really know
how to fulfill a fantasy.

Let me help you.

No, no. -Please.

I want to help you.

You, your friends

put me...

in a cage.

But they're not my friends.

I tried to tell you
they're not my friends.

I don't know who they are.

Why do...

people hurt me?

It's not your fault.

People don't understand you.

Why... do people hurt...

what they do not understand?

Sometimes, people are like that.

That's why I have to leave
here as soon as possible.

You...

will take me...

with you?

I can't take you back with me.

I...

would even...

let you put me...

in a cage.

You're safe here,

with your garden, and your
goat, and your chicken...

and Mr. Roarke.

He can protect you so
much better than I can.

But...

I want to see...

you.

When you want to see me...

you close your eyes...

and I'll be there.

And...

I will try to come back...

as often as I can.

And maybe, I can even bring
some more friends with me.

Oh, don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid,
it won't hurt you.

It will help you sleep

and feel better. -

There.

There it is, it's done.

You really figure this
new seed will work?

Well, the old gaffer
in the tinker's wagon,

he said it would.

Well, we want to thank
you, Joel Campbell.

Now, I want to talk
to you about that roof.

Oh, no, Maggie. No,
no, I gotta move on.

Must you? Really?

Oh, please stay, we
like you a whole lot.

Well, I like you
both too, but...

Well, I want to see what's
on the other side of that ridge.

Well... here's the
rest of your money.

Maggie, you keep it.

Some sad, old
tramp will come by,

and you can pay
him to fix your roof.

Joel, isn't there anything I
can say that would keep you?

Josh, no! -No, no.

Killing ain't gonna help.
You watch your Mom.

What would John Wayne
do in a situation such as this?

Since you're on private
land, I suggest you move out!

Move? Sure, we'll move.

Let's move it, partner.

Who's next?

All right, you creeps.

Get on your bikes, and
climb over that ridge,

and don't look back! You hear?

I hear.

It's not so bad.

The three of us
can put it right.

Three of us?

Oh, no, I gotta ride.

Oh, but there's
just too much work.

It never ends.

And besides, it's right nice
having a man around again.

I'm sorry. I can't.

Your fantasy is
over, Mr. Campbell.

Ready to go back?

- I'm not so sure.
- I'm afraid I don't understand.

Well, I'd like to
ask a special favor.

-Oh? -Like you said,

I've never been very good
about making commitments.

And you are now thinking
about making a commitment?

Yes, Mr. Roarke.

I'd like to make a commitment
to... to Maggie, to Josh,

and to this no-good,
dried-up, wheat-filled ground

that I'd like to turn into
another Garden of Eden.

In short, you are
asking my permission

to become a permanent
resident of Fantasy Island,

and a... a committed one.

Yes, I am.

They need you, Mr. Campbell...

and you need them.

Permission granted.

Yahoo!

Thank you both.

I'm so loaded down
with photographs,

and tapes, and transcripts,

no one will ever laugh at
the Baron's name again.

Your new friend
is gonna miss you.

I'm gonna have my company
build a laboratory here.

I think I can convince them
that the secret of agelessness

is right here on this island.

And I'll be able to spend
part of the year with him

and his garden.

He will wait patiently, safely.

Julie...

read poems to him...

about good people.

I promise.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Julie, you have
performed admirably.

Thank you.

I'd like to buy
your dinner tonight.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke!

But I think I should
spend some time

with a friend who's
a bit sad just now.

Very well. Shall we
make it dinner for three?