All language subtitles for Fantasy.Island.S01E02.Return.to.Fantasy.Island

The plane! The plane!

Hurry, Tattoo. Hurry.

Our new guests
are arriving.

You're always so happy
every time they come.

Oh, why not?
They pay a lot of money
for a weekend visit.

Not all of them
pay a lot of money.

Ah, don't be mercenary,
Tattoo.

I only cut the price
when I find the fantasies
particularly intriguing...

or when I feel a personal
sympathy for them.

Then I think it's only fair
that they pay only
what they can afford.

Because you just enjoy
making their fantasies
come true?

Precisely.
And I'm the Easter Bunny.

You enjoy it more
when fantasies...

don't turn out to be
what the people expect.

Perhaps.

But, you know,
we are such stuff...

as dreams are made of.

- Hemingway!
- Close. Shakespeare.

[ Engine Starts ]

Smiles!
Smiles, everyone.

We want our guests
to feel welcome.

Music, Tattoo.

♪♪ [ Instrumental ]

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Roarke ]
Miss Margo Dean.

Does that name
mean anything to you?

Lipstick?
Lipstick, facial creams,
eye shadows.

The exclusive Margo Dean
line of cosmetics,
in person.

She's rich then?

She can afford
to pay the full price
for a weekend here.

Ah, yes, Tattoo,
Miss Dean could well afford
the price of a weekend--

that is, if she knew
she was here for a fantasy.

Lowell Benson,
second-in-command
at Margo Dean Enterprises.

But she's definitely the boss,
Tattoo, and don't you forget it.

Huh?

Mr. and Mrs. Faber.

Brian Faber is, uh,
a moderately...

successful lawyer.

His wife, Lucy, is president
of the Children's Aid Society
in Santa Barbara.

Unfortunately, the Fabers
have no children themselves.

And not much money either,
I bet.

Oh, be quiet, Tattoo.

Janet Fleming.

A very lovely lady.

Lovely... and lost.

Lost?

She doesn't even know
who she is or where she is.

That's why Janet
has come to Fantasy Island--
to try to find herself.

Charles Fleming,
corporate attorney...

and Janet's husband.

Her husband?
But she looked at him
like she didn't know him.

She doesn't.
What?

But how can she be married
to a total stranger?

They're not strangers,
Tattoo. On the contrary,
it's their anniversary.

They were married
four years ago today.

After their wedding,

they went off to Charles
Fleming's house in the country
for their honeymoon,

and there--

- Yes, yes! What happened?
- What happened, indeed.

Dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke,
your host.

Welcome
to Fantasy Island.

Excuse me, Mr. Roarke.

I believe
a Mr. Roy Maxwell
is expecting me.

Oh, yes, Miss Dean.
I should have told you before.

Mr. Maxwell asked me to
express his sincere apologies
for not meeting your plane.

I traveled
halfway around the world,
and he's not here?

Oh, don't be alarmed.
He's just over the other side
of the island.

He asked that you
meet him there.
I see.

- How do we get to
the other side of the island?
- I'll take you there myself.

It's just a short trip
by boat.

You'll have to excuse me
if I'm a little impatient.

This meeting with Mr. Maxwell
is extremely important to me.

Uh, shall we say an hour?

I thought, perhaps,
you might like to change
after your flight.

- I made a bungalow
available for you, Miss Dean.
- Thank you.

Yes, a shower
would be nice.
Oh. Ah, Tattoo.

You know, Benson,
if I can pull off this merger
with Roy Maxwell this weekend,

it will change
my entire life.

I don't want anything
to get in the way of that.

Uh, Tattoo, show Miss Dean
to her bungalow, will you?

Can you believe it?

That beautiful,
and all she can do...

is eat, sleep
and think business deals
24 hours a day.

That's life, Mr. Benson.

I guess I should go
change my clothes too.

Aki? Aki will
show you to your room.

Mr. and Mrs. Faber.
I hope you enjoyed
your flight.

Oh, yes.
It was very nice.
Thank you.

Where is she?
Did you find her?

Of course I found her.

That's my job...
and my main pleasure
in life--

to grant
other people's wishes.

- When can we see her?
- I'll take you to her now.

Oh, good.
This way, please.

It's so strange.

I don't even
know her name.
What is it?

Why not let her tell you
that herself, huh?

I still can't quite
believe it.

For the last 12 years,
there hasn't been a day
I haven't thought about her,

worried if she
was all right.

You have nothing
to worry about.

The couple who adopted
your daughter have taken
very good care of her.

- She's a fine girl.
- What does she know about us?

She doesn't know anything.

She's probably been told
that, um, you were young,
unmarried,

that you couldn't afford
to give her the kind
of home and life...

you wanted her to have.

I didn't know then
that I'd never be able
to have another child.

I see.

Um,

did you ever think
of adopting a child
yourselves?

We-We've thought about it
many times, but, uh, Lucy could
never quite bring herself--

I can't.

I don't know.
It-- It would seem
like an exchange.

Exchanging our own child
for a stranger.

But then life
is nothing but exchanges.

Isn't it?

Will you get in, please?

Uh, before you meet
your daughter,

I must remind you
of the one condition
you have already agreed to.

That we can't tell her
we're her real parents?
Precisely.

I know we agreed to that
before we came, but, uh,

who does she
think we are?

Your daughter was invited
here to Fantasy Island
for a weekend holiday.

Now, that's all
she's been told.

You are the couple who
will be looking after her
to see she has a good time.

Uh, you do still agree
to my conditions,
don't you?

If I don't?

Then I assure you that
you'll go back to the plane
without seeing her.

You don't leave me
any choice.

That's the prerogative
of having your own island,
isn't it?

Well?

I agree, Mr. Roarke.
Good.

Mr. Faber?
Yes, obviously, if she's
happy in her present life.

That you will have
a whole weekend to
find out about, won't you?

Ah, there she is.

[ Brian ]
But there are three of them.
Three.

Which one is she?

Tell me!

Sorry. I'm afraid I've
decided it would be better
if you didn't know.

What kind of trick is this?

No trick, Mrs. Faber.

I only want to make sure
that neither you nor the child
will be hurt.

I wouldn't hurt her
for anything in the world.

Good. Then please
remember your promise.

If you do find out which one
is your daughter, you are not
to tell her who you are.

We've already agreed to that
several times.

It's all right, Brian.

Mr. Roarke, do you think
I won't know my own child?

I'll know her
the moment I meet her.

Your fantasy come true.

Come along then.
I'll introduce you.

Girls? Girls,
wait a moment, please.

This is
Mr. and Mrs. Faber,

the couple
I told you about.

They are here to see you all
have a very good time together.

- Pat.
- Hi.

Carol.
Hello.

Ann.
How do you do?

Very well, thank you.

Dusty-- he promised
we could ride through the surf.
Is it okay?

Sure.
Just be careful.

We will.
See you later.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have other guests.

Um,

have a nice weekend.

Pat. Carol.

Ann.

I don't know.
I just don't know.

But you can bet I'll find out
which one is our daughter.

[ Sighs ]
Thank you.

Where do we find
Mr. Maxwell?

The truth is, I'm afraid
you've been brought here under
false pretenses, Miss Dean.

Mr. Maxwell isn't here.
What?

No, no, no, please, please,
don't interrupt me.

As you know,
you are on Fantasy Island.

What you probably don't know
is that this is the place...

to which people come
to realize their secret wishes,

for a few days,
for a price.

You are here
because Mr. Benson has paid
a great deal of money--

a great deal for him--
to be alone with you
for the weekend.

Not in an office
or a boardroom...

but under more natural,
more... primitive conditions.

You are here to fulfill
Mr. Benson's fantasy.

- This is outrageous!
- Yes, I was afraid you'd
see it that way.

All right, gentlemen.
We may go.

Wait! Where are you going?
You can't leave me here!

Oh, I'm afraid I can.
[ Snaps Fingers ]

This is insane!
How much did he pay you?

I'll double it!
I'll triple it!

Sorry, Miss Dean.
I don't accept bribes.

My clothes! My things!

Don't worry!
I take care of it!

Gentlemen?

As the man said,

"Welcome
to Fantasy Island."

I hope you're not
too disappointed
about Roy Maxwell.

I'm sorry about that.

It's the only way
I could think of
to get you here.

If it weren't so absurd,
it would be almost funny.
You!

Try not to be angry, Margo.
I hope you don't mind
if I call you Margo.

Oh, I suppose that's part
of your fantasy, Benson--
instant familiarity.

My first name is Lowell.

Yes, I know, Benson.

I've been signing
your salary checks
for years.

Yes, and for years
I've been thinking about you.

The real you, Margo,
the one you try to keep hidden.

The Margo Dean without
the business computer
for a heart.

How touching.

I'll bet when you were a little
boy, you kept dirty pictures
hidden under your mattress.

I see my mother told you.

There's something you
didn't plan on when you
arranged to get me here, Benson.

I'm not going to play.
I'm not going to spend
the weekend with you.

I'm not going to spend
another minute with you.
You don't seem to understand.

You don't have a choice.

Oh, but I do.

I'm going back
to that seaplane,
back to New York.

And stop
calling me Margo.

Here, I brought these for you--
insect repellent, suntan lotion,
toothpaste, toothbrush.

You might need them.
The perfect employee.

Good-bye, Benson.

Oh, and incidentally,
in case you haven't guessed,
you're fired.

It's that way.

It's west, 12 miles
across the jungle...

and then over
the mountains.

Well, don't worry
about me.

I got all the way
from the dirt
of West Virginia...

to my own office
in the World Trade Center.

I'll make it.

Roarke?

I want to know where
you've taken Janet.

She's, uh, resting,
Mr. Fleming.

Trust me, everything
is ready for you.

Except that I've
changed my mind.

I'm not going
any further with it.
Now?

You were at the meeting
at Lakedale Sanitarium...

when Dr. Croyden and
the other psychiatrists...

discussed Janet's wish
to relive the past.

Now why did you agree
to this experiment then?
Experiment?

It's a piece
of barbaric cruelty.

Like the old, medieval custom
of throwing the patient
into a snake pit,

trying to scare Janet
back to her senses.

That's not what you said
at the meeting.

How do you know?
You weren't there.

Wasn't I?

We both know you agreed
to Janet's wishes,
Mr. Fleming.

Were you afraid
to raise any objections...

to the doctors
at Lakedale, huh?

Afraid how
it might look?

A husband
with complete control
of his wife's money--

a control you might lose
if Janet were to be cured.

Mr. Roarke,
I want Janet back
the way she was.

I loved her then,
and I love her now, but this
isn't the way to treat--

If you love her,
help her.

Dr. Croyden thinks
Janet may be right.

To relive her honeymoon,

to find out what happened
four years ago,

what made her
close off her mind,

all past memory--

That may well be Janet's
only chance of recovery.

Just... to put her through
all that terror again.

Everything is ready,
Mr. Fleming.

Your house--

Everything is exactly as it was
the day of your wedding.

What about the others?
Are they here?

I said "exactly,"

didn't I?

As happened
four years ago,

you will begin your honeymoon
at your old family home.

Thank you.

Ah, you remember
Pierre, darling?
Don't you?

Congratulations,
Mrs. Fleming.

I look after the garden,
Mrs. Fleming,

and, uh, things
that need doing
around the house.

I'm sorry. Dr. Croyden
says it helps to remember
people if I touch them.

Of course, darling.

I'll bring in the luggage,
Mr. Fleming.

Welcome back,
Mr. Charles.

It's nice having you home.
And you too, Mrs. Fleming.
Grant.

We hope you'll both
be very happy.

W-Were you both here
last time I came here?

We've worked for
Mr. Charles's family
since he was a young boy.

[ Woman ]
I expect you're very tired
after such a long journey.

May I-- May I show you
to your room?

Yes.

It's extraordinary,
isn't it?

Really extraordinary.

Everything exactly
as it was on our honeymoon.

My wife and I simply
couldn't believe it, sir,

when we first saw it.

It's like suddenly
going back in time...

four years ago.

Even Pierre.

Mr. Roarke is a, uh,
regular magician, sir.

Reconstructing
everything.

Re-creating
the whole thing...

right here
on this island.

Yes. Oh.

It was kind
of you and Mrs. Grant
to agree to come.

I know it must be difficult
for you, having to live
through it all again.

We're very happy, sir,
to do anything
to help Mrs. Fleming.

Thank you, Grant.

Oh, excuse me, sir.
Uh--

When Mrs. Fleming...

was unpacking upstairs,
Hmm?

you went into
the drawing room.

There was some mail
waiting in there.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Uh, yes,
you're right, Grant.

We should all try to do
exactly as we did then.

I announced, uh, dinner
at 7:30, sir.

Didn't you even
open it?

Rosemary's letter.
No.

Didn't you read it?
No. What for?

I never took
her threats seriously.

You and Rosemary
were very close for a time,

before you met Janet again.

It was just one
of those infatuations...

that students go through.

It was over months
before I married Janet.

At least you could be sure
even a cocktail waitress
like Rosemary...

wasn't after your money.

Studying law
on the G.I. bill,

you didn't have anything
except this old family house,

and the bank would have
taken that away from you...

if you hadn't been
lucky enough to marry...

such a wealthy girl.

I told you.
I fell in love with Janet.

Suddenly,

after knowing her since
you were both children?

Huh.

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

Whatever I agreed to,

it didn't include
having you around
on my honeymoon.

I'll only be around
when I am needed,

Mr. Fleming.

Where are you going?
Upstairs, to Janet.

[ Screams ]

Oh! Oh! Oh, no!

Oh, Pierre! Pierre!
[ Sobbing ]

What did you do to her?
What did he do? Tell me.
No!

The mirror!
Get it out of here!
Get it out of here!

No! Look!

[ Panting ]
What?

I was bringing
the rest of the luggage
up the backstairs,

when I heard
Mrs. Fleming cry out.

We all sleeping
in the same room?
Sure.

Do you mind, Pat?
No.

I sleep in the same room
with my sister at home.

Your sister?
Well, she's adopted too.

Oh, are--
are you adopted, Ann?

- It's weird, isn't it?
- We're all adopted.

We found out
when we were talking
on the plane.

Really?

How old are you?
Twelve.

Oh, that's a wonderful age,
isn't it?

- When's your birthday?
- April the 10th.

- We're all exactly
the same age too.
- The same birthday.

That's quite a coincidence.

- [ Ann ] It's creepy.
- I don't think it is
a coincidence.

I think that's why
we were invited here.

What do you mean?
Well--

Someone came around
to all our schools
and talked to us.

It was supposed to be
a statewide competition to win
a weekend on Fantasy Island.

They obviously just
picked the three of us
who were most alike.

I don't see we're
all that much alike.

Well, come on out
whenever you're ready,
girls.

Oh, yeah.
See you later.
Okay. Bye.

Bye.

Roarke's obviously
planned everything
to make it impossible for us.

Maybe,

but I think I know.

I'm almost sure
I know who she is.

Cut your foot?
My ankle.

What do we do,
chalk one up for your side?

No. But you better
let me put a little
antiseptic on it.

I can do it myself.

What you're really after
is revenge, isn't it?

That's what this whole
charade is about.

No.

I never thought of it
as revenge, Margo.

Why not?
You must hate me.

You must have hated me
for years.

Why should I?

Don't all men hate
their bosses?

Especially
when she's a woman.

Some might.
Any man with any guts.

There might be some things
about me you don't know, Margo.

Well, I'm certainly not
gonna bother to find out
about it now.

If you want
to change your clothes,
I brought these for you.

You thought of everything,
didn't you?

How long have you
been planning this?

Not long.

Ever since I realized
that if I really loved you,

I couldn't just wait around
till somebody else
brought you to your senses.

- I had to do it.
- Love? You call this love?

They say crickets
rub their legs together
when they're in love.

I guess it's all the way
you look at it.

How much did you pay Roarke
for this little fantasy
of yours?

Ten thousand dollars.

Ten thousand dollars?
Where did you ever get
that kind of money?

You forget--
You pay me well.

Well, I hope you
won't feel cheated...

if I don't change
in front of you.

[ Sighs ]
Crickets!

I'm really tired of this.
Why don't you take another path
and leave me alone?

'Cause I know the outdoors
better than you do.

I'm sure you do,
but I don't need
your help.

[ Cries Out ]

[ Screams ]
Benson!

Benson! Benson! Benson!
Hurry!

Benson! Benson, my leg!
Get me out of here!

Easy. Easy!

- Benson!
- Easy.

[ Screams ]
Benson, hurry!
Get my leg!

I'm getting it!
Benson! Please!
Get it off me!

Benson!
You're free. Easy.

- It's all right.
- You and your damn fantasy.

[ Panting ]

[ Horse Whinnies ]

I'll be leaving you
now, Benson.

That man down there
will be glad to take me
back to the village,

not because I need him,
but because I can pay him.

I'll go with you then.
Not on your life.

I just-- I just want
to see if you're safe.
That's all.

Afraid, Benson?
Afraid you can't
get back without me?

Looks like you
and your friend Roarke
slipped up this time.

Your fantasy
is over, Benson.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Hello.

Oh, am I glad to see you.
I've been hacking my way
through this lousy jungle.

Do you speak English?

Uh, I'm trying
to get back to the village,
to the plane.

I can pay you
if you'll take me there.

[ Grunting Sounds ]

I'm sorry. What?
I don't understand.

[ Grunting Continues ]

- How did I get here?
- [ Grunts ]

It's a long story.
A man brought me here.

[ Chuckles ]
Don't worry.
He won't bother us.

I left him behind.

[ Sighs ]

Look, I'll pay you $100
if you'll take me back
to the plane.

The lagoon.

To Roarke's main house.

Two hundred.

I've got to get back
to that plane.
How much do you want?

You can name your price.
One thousand dollars.

Two thousand.

[ Grunts ]
What are you doing?
Let me go!

You don't understand!
I'll pay you!

I'll pay. Benson!

[ Muffled Scream ]
[ Growling ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Waves Crashing ]

♪♪ [ Piano: Classical ]

♪♪ [ Ends ]

You play beautifully,
Carol.

You've got to be
a lot better than that
to be a professional.

You will be, if that's
what you really want to be.
You've got a natural talent.

It's just sometimes
I wonder,

if I really do have
a natural talent,
where I got it.

I mean, I wonder
if my real parents
are musical.

Wouldn't someone else
like to play?
[ Chuckling ]

I haven't played
for years.

I wish I kept it up.

Ann, do you have
any special talents?

I like to draw.

I did all the posters
for the school play
last Christmas.

- Really?
- You're lucky, you and Carol.

You know what I inherited
from my real parents? Nothing.

That's not true, Pat.
You're healthy, intelligent,
full of spirit.

It's only 'cause Mom and Dad
brought me up that way.

Gives me the heaves
just to think about
my real parents.

Pat. Why?

I saw a girl in a bus station
last summer.

She was gonna have a baby
any minute.

She was all dirty,
and she was drunk.

I thought, "Yuck. I'll bet
that's what my mother was like."

You shouldn't say that.

Well, you shouldn't think it.

You don't know
anything about--
She gave me away, didn't she?

She had me,
and then she didn't want me.

She probably got paid
for giving me away.

Oh, no.
I'm sure she didn't.

People do. They get thousands
of dollars for a baby.

I've read about it
in lots of magazines
and stuff.

Your mother probably hated
having to give you up.

Then why did she?

Well, when people are young
and they haven't any money,

sometimes they feel trapped.

They don't see how they can
take on the responsibility
of a child.

They don't think they could
give her all the-- the things
someone else could.

They could have
lots of reasons.

Sometimes when I hear
a marvelous pianist playing,

I think maybe
she's my mother.

- She had to give me up
for a career.
- That's the way I feel.

Kind of sorry for them.
I know they'd have kept me
if they could.

Of course they would.

I just hope I never
meet mine, that's all.

[ Man's Voice, Whispering ]
Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

[ Water Dripping ]

[ Screaming ]
Janet.
It's all over, darling.

I just saw you!
I just saw you
in the bathtub!

I saw you
in the bathtub, dead!
What is it? What?

Darling,
you had a bad dream.
No.

Look at me.
It had to be a dream.

No.
Let me show you.

No!

Please?
Let me show you.

No.
Please. Please.

Come.

[ Moans ]

I saw you in there.

It wasn't in my mind.

It was you in there.

It wasn't in my mind.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

I told you it wouldn't take
the whole weekend to find out
who our daughter is.

Then you know too?
Do you?

I think so.
I think I knew
almost at once.

But after spending
the whole day with them,
I'm sure.

It was lots of things,
but mostly because she's
so much like me.

I mean, Ann has all
the same feelings I did
at her age.

Ann?
Of course, Ann.

Oh, no. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I know she's shy and never
been away from home before.

I can see why you'd
feel drawn to her, but--
She feels drawn to me too.

She doesn't know why.

She's a naturally
affectionate child.

I know it's Ann.
Well, who do you think it is?

Well, searching
for family resemblances,

if I had to make a decision
right now, I'd say Carol.

Family resemblances?
Oh, then it's got to be Ann.
Well, look at her eyes.

Look at Carol's hands,
her little body.

She's just like
a miniature you. She's--

[ Sighs, Chuckles ]

What's so funny?

I'm just thinking
of the laugh Mr. Roarke
must be having right now.

We came here
looking for our daughter.
So far we've found two.

[ Whinnying ]

Dorf.
What in blazes?
[ Dog Growling ]

Where'd you find her?
[ Grunting ]

Please, you've got
to help me.

I can't make this man
understand.

- My name is Margo Dean,
and I'm an American. I'm--
- Shut up.

Dorf, are you crazy,
bringing her here?

[ Grunting ]

[ Chuckles ]
What, you and her?

[ Laughing ]

All right. You sure
nobody followed you?

[ Growling ]

[ Grunts ]

All right, lady.

Where you from?
Who are you?

My name
is Margo Dean--
[ Angry Grunt ]

I think he wants you
to keep quiet and eat.

Does he ever say anything?

Hmm. He used to,
before he got in a fight
on the mainland,

and one broken
whiskey bottle--
[ Slashing Sound ]

Raoul?

I, uh, guess you know
why he brought you here.

[ Angry Growl ]

You-- You don't want
to share her, huh?

[ Hissing ]

Not yet, anyways.

Dorf, you always were
a greedy pig.

[ Choked Laugh ]

You better
be careful of this one.
You better watch her.

She ain't like Hota.

No, sirree.
She's an American.

American women
are very stupid.

They have
very stupid ideas.

It's, uh, kind of like
breaking a horse, you see?

I mean, some are wilder
and more difficult.

But in the end,
you break 'em.

The horse does
what you want.

[ Excited Grunting ]
[ Laughs ]

[ Snoring ]

[ Snoring Continues ]

[ Laughing ]
Get away!

Hey! Hey!
Are you trying to
get yourself killed?

Shh.
What if he wakes up?

[ Snoring ]

Come on. Come on.
Get out of here,
both of you.

Out. Out.

Thank you.

Hey, I was only trying
to protect my man.

Take Hota's bunk.

What happened to Hota?

She ran away?

She tried once,
but the dogs found her.

Raoul and Dorf
brought her back.

After that,
she stayed and worked.

She was a good diver.

She made a mistake though.

I think
she went too deep.

What do you mean?
What was she diving for?

Pearls.

That's why we're
on this island.

- How long have you been here?
- Two years, maybe three.

There must be
some way you could run away.
All you need is a head start.

Hey, I don't want
to run away.

They're sick!
They're crazy!

It's not bad here.
There's plenty of food.
Raoul is good to me.

If I come up with a big pearl,
he give me some rum,
and we have a party.

- You know what?
- I can imagine.

Hey, it's really not bad.

You'll like it.
The hell I will!

I'm getting out.
It may take a little while,
but I'll get out.

[ Banging On Metal Rails ]
Which way is the lagoon?

If you try to get out,
I'll call the man.

How much do you want
to keep quiet?

I don't need any money.

Raoul gives me
everything I need.

Please help me.

You sound just like Hota.

You know,
after she tried to run away,
and they brought her back,

she got used to it,
she liked it.

She liked it when her man
was good to her.

After a while,
you'll feel just the same way.

Dorf may not
be able to talk,

but he's lots of man.

If that animal
ever touches me,
I'll kill him.

Maybe. Maybe you'll try it,
and maybe you'll like it.

[ Laughs ]

Dickens is my favorite,
especially David Copperfield.

And Jack London--
I like him too,

especially his stories
about the South Seas.

I used to read Dickens
when I was your age.
And Hawthorne.

I'll send you some
of his books.

I'd only ridden once
before I came here.

- Don't tell Pat, okay?
- No, of course not.

You're doing just fine.

Maybe when I get home,
Dad'll let me have
riding lessons.

- Does it cost a lot?
- Hmm, no.

I could-- Do you think,
if I came up to Sacramento,

your parents would let you
go riding with me?

Sure! Why not?

Slow down, Carol.

Slow down. Come on.

Don't worry.
I won't fall off.
You're worse than my dad.

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm afraid I am.

Come on.
Let's get back to the house.
I'm getting hungry.

[ Horse Whinnying ]

Well, old Dorf's asleep,
so you'll come with me.

Look, take me back
to the lagoon,
to Roarke's main house.

I'll pay you $5,000.

You're gonna spend
a great chunk of the rest
of your life with us.

That is, until we
get tired of you.
Like hell I am!

[ Grunts ]
You don't wanna play, huh?

Just like
I was tellin' Dorf,

you Americans--
you American ladies--

you gotta be broken.

Old Dorf.
[ Chuckles ]

He is gonna be mad
as a hornet...

that he passed out
before you two had your
honeymoon night last night.

Don't matter none
though.

You'll be here,
pretty and nice,

when Dorf wakes up.

Hmm? Me and Kito
are going diving.

You can't leave me here,
please!

Benson?

I never knew anything
like this was gonna happen.
Just get me out of here.

[ Angry Growling ]

[ Grunts ]
Get out of here.
Go on, quick!

[ Growls ]

[ Panting ]

I swear, I never knew.
I swear it.

Will you just shut up?
Let's get out of here.

[ Approaching Hoofbeats ]

They get away?

Shall we send the dogs
after them?

No. No, let them go.

I think our little charade
has served its purpose.

You did well, both of you.
Very well. [ Chuckles ]

Now, go home. Go home
to your kids and give them all
a big kiss from me, will you?

Ciao.
Ciao.

Who's that girl?

You. You were 12
that summer.

- Who's that with me?
- Me.

I used to come over
and play tennis with you.

Where?
Near here.

You had a big house
on the shore. You came there
every year with your mother.

Telephone
for Mr. Charles.

[ Sighs ]
If it's Mr. Roarke,
tell him I've gone out.

He said it was
very urgent, sir.

I won't be a moment,
darling.

- Roarke, I--
- Dr. Croyden is here.
He flew in this morning.

He wants to see you.
No, at once.

Pierre.

I don't want to
leave Janet alone.
Can't Croyden come here?

Dr. Croyden doesn't want Janet
to see him, Mr. Fleming.

I've already sent
a car for you.

Ten. One, two,
three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten.

Ahh! Sorry, Tattoo.

Boardwalk!
How come you always land
on Boardwalk?

Just luck of the dice,
I guess.

117 games in a row--
That's a lot of luck.

- [ Knocking ]
- Come in.

Ah, Mr. Fleming.
Thank you for coming.
Sit down, please.

- Where's Dr. Croyden?
- You must forgive me.

I'm afraid it's just
Tattoo and myself.

I should have known
you were lying.

Mr. Fleming,
I'm afraid I can't
allow you to leave yet.

There will be no car
to take you back to the house
until I give the word.

- Sit down, please.
- But Janet's alone out there.

Not quite alone.
Mr. and Mrs. Grant
are with her.

And, um, Pierre.

Yes, Pierre.

I know you think
that I'm responsible...

for what happened to Janet,

but suppose, for once
in your life, Roarke,

you're wrong,

and it wasn't me.

What if it was Pierre?

Has it occurred to you that
whoever hated Janet enough...

to terrorize her
into a nervous breakdown
four years ago,

may kill her this time?

Mr. Fleming,

everything
has occurred to me.

Believe me.

Including the fact
that you left your wife alone
four years ago...

for two hours.

Where did you go?

I-- I had some errands.

Errands? You went to
the police station in town.

They called you the night before
and told you they wanted
to see you, true?

Yes, yes, yes,
but it had nothing
to do with Janet.

No, uh, not directly.

A detective had flown out
from Chicago.

He wanted to talk to you
about your, um--

your ex-fiancée,
Rosemary.

He showed you this.
It's addressed to you.

Uh, the, um, police
in Chicago...

found it attached
to the mirror
in her bedroom.

Oh, I expect
it's pretty much the same
as the letter in your pocket.

Uh, may I see it, please?

Please.

Thank you.

Almost word-for-word.

"I know you don't believe
I can't live without you,
Charles,

but it's true."

It wouldn't have
made any difference
if I had taken it seriously.

It was too late
when I got it.

I see.

Is that what you
told the police?

That was the truth,
and they believed me.

Oh, and I believe you,
Mr. Fleming.

Oh, I believe you.

But it does seem curious
that... the women you love...

seem to come
to such tragic ends.

Mr. Roarke, I want to
go back to Janet.

Four years ago,
you told the police...

it was two hours
before you got back
to the house, Mr. Fleming.

It will be two hours this time.
Tattoo will keep you company.

Do you like
Monopoly?
What?

Tell me, just what is
your Mr. Roarke?

Some people call him--

And some people call him--

And what do you call him?

Mr. Roarke.

[ Gasping ]

I can't find any cut.

Pierre.
I remember you.

You were always there
when I needed you.

You always let me
do everything myself.

I remember
when I was 12 years old,
you taught me how to sail.

And then I almost
capsized the boat,
but you were there.

And you took the tiller
and set the sail right again.

I didn't think
you'd remember that.
I know. Why?

Why do I remember you
when I've forgotten
almost everything else?

What else do you remember
about me?

[ Gasps ]
Don't!

You were just 16
that summer.

But the next year, when you
came back to the shore--
the next year--

you hardly knew
I was alive,

either of you!

I was just
that French-Canadian kid
who looked after the boat.

Don't look at me like that,
as though you hated me.

I did hate you--
you and Charles.

Watching you walk off
along the beach together.

Seeing you
all dressed up for him.

Going to a dance
at the country club.
Let me out! Aah!

[ Man Whispering ]
Janet.

It's happening!
Everything's happening
all over again!

Janet.
Oh!

The window.
The window!

Janet.
Janet, up! Up! Up!

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

I've been looking everyplace
for you, Mrs. Fleming.

[ Gasping ]

Oh, my.

I think you should
change your dress before
Mr. Charles comes home.

Do you know
Santa Barbara?
No.

Oh, it's a fun place
for children.

There are lots of beaches,
a marina.

Do you ever go sailing?
Uh-uh.

Well, maybe when we get back,
you can come down and spend
the weekend with us.

Could Mom and Dad come too?

Sure.
I'd love to meet them.

Ann. Mrs. Faber.

Carol!
Help!

Carol, what is it?
It's Pat.

She swam out
around the point.
The tide's awful strong.

Isn't Mr. Faber
with her?

He's trying to find her.
He told me to come back.

Well, Ann, you get her
up to the fire,
get her dry.

And stay there!

Pat?

Pat!

- Pat! Pat!
- Here!

Pat!
Here!

I'm coming. Pat!

I've got you.

She's started to breathe.
She's breathing.

Pat.

Oh!

Oh, baby.

She's okay.

[ Benson ]
It looks like
an old line shack.

I don't think we should
try those mountains
in the dark.

So it looks like
about the safest place
to spend the night.

What if Dorf and Raoul
are still following us?

We'll just have to do
the best we can.

Come on.

[ Hinges Creaking ]

[ Roarke's Voice ]
Well, congratulations.
You've made it this far.

Sorry about the accommodations,
but I'm sure you can manage.

You've done very well
up to now.

Mr. Roarke
has a rather warped
sense of humor.

Not exactly
the comforts of home.

It's freezing.

I'm gonna get
a fire started.

[ Zipper Unzipping ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Gasps ]
No!

No! Oh!

[ Gasps ]

[ Gasps ]
No! I want Pierre!

What is it, darling?
No, I can't tell you!
You won't believe me!

I will believe you.
Of course I will.
Just tell me.

What is it?
What happened?
No! I'll show you. Come here.

Look in the bed.

Look under the pillow.

There was a machete there.
Right there! I saw it.

I didn't
imagine it either!

And I didn't imagine
all those other things!

Come on.
In the cottage.
I'll show you.

Come on.

Come on!

Well,
it's not locked now.

I don't understand it.
We broke those shutters.

All right, darling.
I believe you.
I do believe you.

No, you don't.
You think it's
all in my mind.

I believe everything
you say.
Pierre saw it!

Pierre!

Pierre!

Pierre!

Pierre!

[ Gasps ]
Janet.

I'll have a vodka martini
on the rocks...

and a New York steak, rare,
please, waiter.

You can have anything
you want... tomorrow.

Thanks.

Some fantasy you dreamed up.
More like a nightmare.

I guess on this island, you
have to take the consequences
for your fantasies.

Oh, that's fine for you,
but if you'll remember,
this is your fantasy.

It's not mine.
You tricked me here.

Okay, you just keep
reminding me, Margo,

and I'll just
keep apologizing.

You shouldn't have rescued me
from those two animals.

You should have joined them.
You would have loved it.

A woman to cook and work
and take orders from you.

That's your dream, isn't it?

A good, drunken romance
every Saturday night.

Isn't it part of your fantasy
to seduce your boss?

I wouldn't know.
You're not my boss anymore.
You fired me, remember?

You better believe
I remember, Benson.

You must be feeling better.
You haven't called me Benson
for hours.

Why don't you answer
my question?

Okay. Sure.

I'd like to seduce my boss.

But on the other hand,
did it ever occur to you...

that I might be
in love with you?

It occurs to me
that I am very tired.

I thought women
started saying that
after the wedding.

You're a scream.

[ Sighs ]

- Lowell, your back.
You're bleeding.
- It's all right.

Do you realize that you--
you finally called me
Lowell?

Where did you get
a silly name like that?

It's an old
New England name.

Lowell, Massachusetts?
Is that where you're from?

Boston.

A proper Bostonian.

Some of the time.

Well, we're a long way
from Beacon Street.

You can share this with me,
if you want.

[ Rubbing Hands Together ]

No, I think I'd better sit up
and, um, tend to the fire.

Afraid I might try
to seduce you, Benson?

Now, that would really
be a fantasy.

[ Man's Voice, Whispering ]
Janet.

Janet!

Mrs. Grant,
have you seen Janet?

No, sir.
Isn't she in her room?

No, she's not.
I've looked all over
the grounds, upstairs.

Do you have a key
for this?
No, sir.

Grant.

Grant!

Grant!
Coming, sir.

The key for the cellar,
please.

I've never seen one.
That door hasn't been
opened in years.

Perhaps, uh, Pierre
could force the lock.

Have you seen my wife?
Yes, sir, about an hour ago,
out in the patio.

Get some flashlights.
Quick! Hurry!
Yes, sir.

M-- Mrs. Fleming!

Mrs. Fleming!

Oh, Mrs. Fleming!

[ Gasping ]

[ Screams ]

Simon! Simon!

Simon!

Simon! Mrs. Fleming--
She's over there
in the water.

She's drowned herself.
Show me what you
thought you saw.

She's in the water!
Easy, now. Easy.

She's right there!

Now, look,
there's nothing there.

Absolutely nothing.
But--

You must have seen
a reflection or something.

But where is she then?
Where is Miss Janet?
I don't know.

I don't know.
Come on back to the house.
Simon!

[ Man Whispering ]
Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Oh!

[ Gasping ]

[ Gasping Continues ]

No!
[ Sobbing ]

[ Whispers ]
Charles?

Charles.

Charl--

[ Moans ]

[ Lucy ]
How is she?

Oh, she's a little restless.
Come on. You heard the doctor.

There's nothing to worry about.
She's a strong, healthy girl.

- Lucy, is something wrong?
- No.

Just that you
were right about Ann.

She's not the one.

And you think
you know who is.

I knew that horrible moment
when you tried to revive Pat,

and she didn't respond.

I couldn't feel as deeply
as that about anyone
except our own child.

Lucy, any child--
any child in that situation--

Brian,
will you listen to me?
Drowning--

When she started
to revive,

when she moved,
I kept remembering
the moment she was born.

It was like I was
living through it
all over again.

You can't remember
her birth, darling.
You almost died.

I'm not
giving her up again.
I just can't.

I'm gonna tell her.
You can't.

I have to.
Don't you see?

I can't let her
go through life thinking
her mother was some tramp...

like that girl
in the bus station.

She's got to know
the truth.

Lucy, it'll only hurt her.
It'll only hurt you.

It'll give her
a whole new confidence
in herself.

if she knows that her parents
are decent people...

who care about her,
who love her,

she'll be so much happier.

She's happy now.
Despising her real parents--

That's only her way of
coming to terms with the fact
that they gave her away.

It only makes it possible
for her to love her adoptive
parents even more.

It's time for her
to choose for herself.

She didn't have a choice
before we made it for her.

She-- She's not looking
for a second chance, Lucy.

You are. Can't you see
how unfair that is?

[ Pat ]
Mrs. Faber? Mrs. Faber?
Lucy, you can't tell her.

I am going to!
Leave me alone!
No! No!

Even if it is true,
if it is Pat,

she'll be torn between you
and the only mother she knows.

Now we haven't got the right
to do that to any child.

[ Door Opens ]

Could I have
some more milk?

Yes. Sure, darling.
Of course.

Now, you go back to bed.
I'll bring it to you. Okay?

Listen, what happened
this afternoon--

I didn't mean to swim
out so far, honestly.
It was the tide.

Well, what I mean is,
do Mom and Dad have to know?

They'd be worried sick
every time I went anywhere.

You know
what parents are like.

Yes.

Yes, we know.

It's bad enough now.

Can't even leave the house
without letting them know
where I'll be every second.

They must love you
very much.

To tell you the truth, me too.
I miss them already.

Well, I don't see why
they have to be told.

I mean,
it was just an accident.

We can all forget about it
and just be happy you're safe.

Thanks.

Good night, sweetheart.

[ Kisses ]

[ Quiet Sobbing ]

Oh, Brian.

Charles. Sit there with her.
Sit close beside her.

She'll regain consciousness
in a minute.

I-Is there anything
I should do or say,
Dr. Croyden?

Well, just hold her close,
reassure her.

Charles, this is
the important moment.
This is the crucial moment.

It wasn't terror
that made her close her mind
four years ago.

It was guilt.
She thought she had killed you.

If you're the first person she
sees when she opens her eyes,

if she knows who you are--

Yes. I understand,
Doctor.

Charles.

You're alive.
Yes.

Oh, I love you!

[ Laughing ]

Please,
don't ever forget again
how much I love you.

No. No.

[ Laughing ]

She'll sleep now,
and when she wakes up,

Charles,
take her away from here,
ride away from the past.

You have your whole future
together ahead of you now.

I'll stay right beside her,
Doctor.

I'm afraid I need you,
Mr. Fleming.
Oh, it won't take long.

Dr. Croyden
will stay with Janet
until you get back.

All right?
This way, please.

Doctor.

[ Screams ]

Mr. Charles.

She's killed him!

She's killed Mr. Charles!

This time it isn't
one of your tricks.

This time she's
really killed him.

But we had nothing
to do with it.

We have nothing
to be blamed for
this time.

We're still to blame for
what we did to that poor girl
four years ago.

[ Sobbing ]
And now Mr. Charles
is dead!

He deserves to be dead.

[ Crying ]

He's to be blamed
for our daughter...

killing herself.

Rosemary
was your daughter?

Tricks.

You should be dead!

No, Simon! No!
It's true!

Let him go!
You're as guilty as if you
had murdered Rosemary.

Come.
[ Sobbing ]

Rosemary--
their daughter?

It can't be.

I don't see h-how.

Mr. Fleming,

she was eight years old
when you went off to school,

and 10 years old
after you went into the navy
and then to college,

and she loved you
all that time.

Yes, but... why didn't she
tell me who she was?

Well, she was afraid.

I guess she was afraid
you wouldn't think her
good enough...

if you knew she was
the servants' daughter.

This is all crazy.
She was a child,
Mr. Fleming.

A child with a chance to marry
the prince in the magic castle.

Don't you see?

How they must
have hated me.

Their daughter
had just killed herself
because of me,

and I was bringing Janet here
on our honeymoon.

If only they had taken out
their revenge on me...

instead of Janet.

Last lap.

Terrific.
Now all we have to do
is climb Matterhorn.

I don't think so.

If I remember correctly,
Roarke said there was a tunnel
through these mountains.

It's over there.
Come on.

[ Water Dripping ]

[ Benson ]
One of those should lead
to the other side.

[ Margo ]
The question is, which one?

Come on.

Wait a minute.

There's no draft.
It could be a dead end.

Well, it might be
and it might not.

I'll take that one,
and you take this one.
Let me take the flashlight.

You're the boss.

[ Rats Squealing ]

[ Wood Creaking ]

[ Creaking Continues ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Rocks Falling ]
[ Squealing ]

Going the wrong way,
Miss Dean.

- Aren't you?
- Am I?

You did find the way out,
and the main house
is just down the hill.

That is, if you're really sure
you want to find your way
back to civilization...

just yet.

Benson?

Well, I see you found
the way out.

I was coming back
to get you.

[ Benson Sighs ]

Well,

looks like
my fantasy's over.

Maybe.

Miss Dean, welcome back
to, uh, civilization.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

I'm not certain what for,
but thank you.

You have an appointment
with Mr. Roy Maxwell
in New York next week.

Who arranged this?

A small return for the trick
I played on you.

Although somehow
I have the feeling you're
no longer angry about that.

Well, um, I think probably
we should-- we should go.

No. I have
a little business matter
to settle with you first.

I thought Mr. Roarke
might like to witness it.

Five thousand dollars?

Oh, it's my severance pay.

It's not your severance pay.

That is my half of the $10,000
you paid for this weekend.

Well,

I guess I'm not fired
after all.

Not on your life.
I'm not gonna let you
run away from me now.

We started something
this weekend.

I don't know
where it will lead us,

but I'm damn well
gonna find out.

The plane is ready.

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

Thank you for a very...
interesting experience...

and a very interesting
start.

Thank you.
Shall we go?

What did Mr. Benson start?

He didn't start anything,
Tattoo.

It's as old as time--
a man and a woman,

different and the same,
equal and unequal.

Doomed to go on loving
and fighting each other
as long as they live.

What do they have
to fight about?

They're fighting
for equality, Tattoo.

I wonder if they'll
recognize it,

if they ever find it.

Come.

[ Engine Starts ]

They looked like they had
a very happy anniversary.

They will have
many more, Tattoo,

but like this one, never.

It is Pat, isn't it?

Not Carol? Not Ann?

I just wish
they were all mine.

That's all that matters,
Mrs. Faber.

That's all
that really matters.

You know, you're right.
Life is a series
of exchanges.

Maybe we're ready
for one now.

We are delighted.

- Thank you.
- You are most welcome.

Good-bye.
Good-bye, Mrs. Faber.

Bye-bye.

Which one
was their daughter?

Pat, Carol or Ann?

Uh-uh-uh-uh. No questions
on Fantasy Island, Tattoo.

[ Plane Motor Starts ]

When Mr. and Mrs. Faber
came here,
they had no children.

Now they have three.