[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
- [READING ALOUD]
- [PLANE ENGINE ROARING]
Bye, bye.
[WOMEN LAUGHING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
- Good morning, Mr. Roarke...
- Good morning.
- Tattoo. -Where are you off to
-in such a hurry? -[SIGHS]
To arrange flowers
for two weddings,
make out menus for
three garden parties,
then escort a retirement
home tour on a nature walk.
-Bye. -Good-bye.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[CROWD LAUGHING]
ROARKE: Smiles everyone, smiles.
[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]
TATTOO: Wow. Who's
the young duchess, boss?
ROARKE: Her name is
Mrs. Dorothy Nicholson.
She owns a successful
chain of newspapers
and magazines
in the Middle West.
She built a news empire
entirely on her own
through hard work, dedication,
and a drive for perfection.
But she has paid the
price in her personal life.
What price, boss?
Loneliness. An
emptiness of the heart.
That is why her fantasy is
to find the perfect husband.
A goal which in itself
may lead her down
a most dangerous pathway.
TATTOO: He is a
bookkeeper, right, boss?
ROARKE: Dr. Hal Workman
is a very famous seismologist
from Pasadena, California.
What's his fantasy? To
never get shook up? Hmm?
Dr. Workman's fantasy is
to be at the site of a volcano
precisely when it erupts...
in order to test out
his detection theories,
which quite possibly could
save millions of lives in the future.
You are not thinking
of sending him up
to Cavelor, are you?
It's his fantasy, Tattoo.
My main concern is that
Dr. Workman seems more concerned
in the scientific magnitude
of such a discovery
than in its benefits to mankind.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
DOROTHY: My husband
d*ed six years ago, Mr. Roarke.
He'd been on an overseas trip,
he phoned me from
the airport, told me to...
break out the champagne.
He had just closed a big,
successful business deal.
A drunken driver
sideswiped his cab.
- He...
- ROARKE: Yes, I know. I know.
I am so very sorry,
Mrs. Nicholson.
What a pity you had no children.
You see now,
that's really the point.
I suddenly woke up one
day and took a look at my life.
I mean...
I've created this
incredible conglomerate,
I have more money than
I could possibly spend...
and it just doesn't mean
anything to me anymore.
What I really want is a child
of my own before it's too late.
I am sure there have
been many candidates
for that honor, Mrs. Nicholson.
But you see, I'm looking for
a very special kind of man.
I want to fall in love
again, Mr. Roarke.
With a man that I can
look up to and respect
the way I respected my husband.
There is a resort...
known as Paradise Bay...
on a neighboring island,
owned and operated
by a Mr. Anton Jagger.
He specializes in providing
luxurious entertainment
and relaxation
for wealthy ladies.
I have booked you a suite there.
[CHUCKLES] Mr. Roarke,
I'm not interested
in taking saunas
and playing golf.
Mr. Jagger has somehow
managed to assemble
the most extraordinary
selection of attractive,
unmarried men. One
of whom may embody
all the qualities
you are seeking.
If that could be true.
Be aware of one
thing, Mrs. Nicholson.
Even perfection...
has its drawbacks.
Perfection is the one thing
I feel prepared to handle.
I sincerely hope so...
Mrs. Nicholson.
You will find one
of our employees
waiting at your
bungalow to escort you
- to your destination.
- Thank you.
You're very welcome. Good luck.
HAL: Think of the impact
on science, Mr. Roarke.
Being able to
predict with accuracy
when energy equal
to a hundred megaton
nuclear explosions
will unleash itself.
And I'm counting
on your mountain
- not to let me down.
- Oh, only Cavelor's isolation
has kept its regular eruptions
from claiming many
lives, Dr. Workman.
I am certain you will
not be disappointed.
Mr. Roarke, I see
that you're reluctant
to send me in there
because of the dangers.
Don't be. Benefits to a
very uncertain science
are well worth the risk.
Perhaps to you, Dr. Workman,
but my principal concern
will remain the
protection of life.
Twelve years ago,
Cavelor erupted.
Although no lives were lost,
the village was destroyed.
I have granted you this
fantasy in the hope...
that with advanced warning...
a potential disaster
might be avoided.
I understand.
- To each his own. No offense.
- Oh, not at all, no.
What are these?
Uh, Mr. Luria, who
will act as your guide,
uh, makes, uh, regular
trips to supply the natives
who live near the mountain
and I didn't think you'd mind
taking their supplies along.
Well, I've got a
mountain to worry about
and I'm very
anxious to get started.
Are you ready, Robert?
In your own enthusiasm
I ask you to be patient.
Mr. Luria...
lives in his own private world,
but he will serve you well.
That is all I ask.
- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.
[ENGINE STARTING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Mrs. Nicholson
arrives this afternoon.
Refresh my memory, Barker.
Uh, she holds
percent of the stock
in Nicholson Media.
It's a holding company
for a group of magazines
and newspapers.
She's into
manufacturing software
for a paid television
outfit and she's into...
Yes, the bottom line.
Net worth, million.
Give or take a few
hundred thousand.
-What about her love life? -Hmm.
This...
is her ex-husband.
And that... is her
most recent boyfriend.
She likes them tall, dark...
and handsome.
- How does Gilberto check out?
- Gilbert's ready, sir.
Down to the most
intimate detail.
- Good morning, Mr. Jagger.
- Good morning.
- Have you a cigarette?
- Certainly, sir.
A Turkish import.
I hope you enjoy it.
ANTON: The right
wrist looks stiff.
Is there a problem?
No. He passed the
examination percent.
Let me take a look.
[BEEPING]
If you have any problems,
I will replace the
hand. You understand?
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Barker will show you
Mrs. Nicholson's file.
I want you to
study it carefully.
With anticipation, sir.
This is your first assignment.
I'll be watching to
see how you perform.
I will perform perfectly, sir.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
We're not lost already, are we?
I asked you a simple
question, Robert.
No, we're not lost.
HAL: Good.
I figured you'd know
this country blindfolded.
Like the rest of
our species, Doctor,
all I know is the depth of
my own deep ignorance.
You know, your manners
could use improvement...
but you talk like a philosopher.
That's why I speak
as little as possible.
Have it your way.
Where do you want
to set the next sensor?
On the ridge there,
South of Cavelor.
That's very close to a
very dangerous volcano.
That's where I have to go.
I have a better idea.
I'll radio back and
you'll wait here.
They'll come and pick
you up in the morning.
You can tell your
friends the good news,
which is you're still alive.
Robert... I'm going
on with or without you.
And in that truck.
Yes, I suppose you would.
I'm gonna check a
reference point, wait here.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Robert is an ex-priest?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Oh, a new arrival, right?
Yes. Looks very nice.
That as you will learn, my dear,
is the understatement
of the century.
-Maggie Dunphy. -How do you do?
- Dorothy Nicholson.
- And this is Boris.
A real baron yet.
But he's very
sweet and attentive.
-A former baron. -Oh, hello.
BORIS: Welcome to
Paradise Bay, Mrs. Nicholson.
If you will excuse me, my dear,
I will take Hector
to the stables.
If you will allow me, I
will take your horse too?
Sure.
Why not?
I have made a reservation
at La Cabana for eight o'clock.
I'll pick you up at :
if, uh, that is convenient.
Uh, good-bye, Mrs. Nicholson.
Isn't that a walking,
talking dream?
-Mrs. Nicholson? -Yes.
My name is Anton Jagger.
Welcome to Paradise Bay.
- Thank you.
- ANTON: Our system here
is very simple, Mrs. Nicholson.
Each guest is provided
her own escort...
carefully selected
by our research...
whose sole responsibility is
to make her happy, relaxed,
and filled with the joy of life.
May I introduce
Gilberto DeVincenzo.
Hello.
Welcome.
Thank you.
ANTON: Gilberto will
show you to your suite.
It has a magnificent
view of the bay.
I know you will like it.
Oh, I had luggage.
Oh, it's all been taken care of.
There's a large
staff on the island
whose job is to
take all of the stress
out of your life. This way.
Excuse me.
Enjoy yourself, honey.
Where do you find them?
Oh, a professional
secret, Mrs. Dunphy.
But I am glad you are pleased.
DOROTHY: Oh!
Well, this is lovely.
GILBERTO: I'm glad you like it.
If you're not too tired
from your journey,
we could take a drive
around the island.
It's very beautiful.
Well, I'd like that very
much, Gilbe... Uh, Gilbe...
[EXHALES] May
I call you Gilbert?
[LAUGHS] Of course, Dorothy.
I'll be waiting for
you in the lobby.
Whenever you're ready.
[SIGHS]
WOMAN: Oh, darling,
you're wonderful!
I just can't keep up with you.
I'm exhausted.
Oh, don't go, not yet.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Well, there she is.
Beautiful...
and dangerous.
Robert... I wanna get
these sensors planted up
on the rim as soon as possible.
[RUMBLES]
There is more power
potential stored up there
than man could ever muster...
with all his hydrogen bombs.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Robert. Robert, look here.
It's gold.
Negotiable securities,
there must be...
must be worth millions.
-You're right. -MAN: Dead right.
There's no need for a g*n.
Now who is he?
You know this man?
Mr. Roarke asked
me to guide him in.
I had no choice.
Butler, isn't it?
Joseph E. Butler.
Yes, I remember
seeing your picture
in the Honolulu paper yesterday.
[LAUGHS] You're a bright boy...
what'd the paper say?
Something about a big financier
entrepreneur disappearing
with the stockholders'
securities and...
and gold.
You are a bright boy.
As I said before, Mr. Butler...
there's no need for the g*n.
You're not my concern. My
work is up on the mountain.
What do you intend to do
with your share of
the money, Robert?
Buy your way back
into the priesthood?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[LAUGHS]
GILBERTO: Somehow Captain
Cook missed this whole archipelago.
They had a very unusual society.
The chiefs were always women,
and held in very high reverence.
That's fascinating.
You know, I think
I should have liked
living in that society.
Oh, yes. You would
have made a lovely chief.
-Hmm. -And I'm sure produced
beautiful children to
perpetuate the royal blood.
I'm sorry. Have I offended you?
Oh, no. No, not...
in the way you mean.
Tell me, what's a attractive,
cultured man like yourself
- doing here in Paradise Bay?
- [CHUCKLES]
Well, let's see.
My parents have
an importing
business in New York.
When I left Yale, I really
didn't know what I wanted,
so I joined the firm.
But after a few years
I realized that
the almighty buck
wasn't the god I was
seeking, and so I retired.
And now you work for Mr. Jagger?
Well, I'm not on the payroll
if that's what you mean.
I came here because...
Because I discovered
a void in my life.
Somehow Jagger heard about
me and invited me to the island.
So, as you can see...
I'm a seeker after
love just as you.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Oh my God, your hand!
You've b*rned your hand!
[LAUGHS] That's
pretty clumsy of me.
You can see how you affect
me. It's nothing to worry about.
Nothing!
But it must hurt
terribly. It's going to scar.
- Here, let me...
- No, no, really. It's all right.
Listen, I think we should
get started back now.
We dine at eight, and I'm
sure you'd like to try our Jacuzzi
before you change. Come
on. It's okay. Come on.
[RUMBLES]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
You figure all this
stuff is gonna tell you
when the mountain's
gonna blow? Is that it, Doc?
I think so. Yes.
Yeah, well, I, uh, I'd say
you're out of your mind.
I read the newspapers, too.
Nobody knows when
a volcano's going up.
Mr. Butler,
Cavelor doesn't give a
damn what either of us thinks.
When she's ready
to go, she'll go.
If my instruments are correct,
we should have a small
eruption any moment,
and a major one
in about hours.
Radio the boat.
I wanna make sure what
time they're gonna be here
in the morning. I don't
want any foul-ups.
Don't let the doctor
get to you, Joe.
Get the boat!
- Do you think I'm good?
- [MUSIC PLAYING CONTINUES]
Well, everything
seems to be in...
motion.
Joey's gonna
produce a big picture
when we get to South America.
I'm gonna star in it.
I... I wish you luck.
Thank you.
What are these things?
Sensing devices.
They record
seismic disturbances,
- harmonic tremors.
- Maybe two way radios, huh?
-Hardly. -[LAUGHS]
-Knock it off! -[MUSIC STOPS]
-[DOOR CLOSES] -Why don't you go
a little easier on her?
Oh, forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned. Is that it?
Leave it to an
ex-priest to tell a man
how to treat a woman.
Right, Doc?
KMT , stand by please.
It's your boat.
[RUMBLES]
Captain, this is Butler.
I want to verify your
ETA for tomorrow.
[RUMBLES]
Right on the button.
I hope she waits 'til
tomorrow for the big one.
- Joey, I'm scared.
- Knock off the whining
or I'll give you something
to be scared about.
[PIANO PLAYING]
[BUZZES]
Excuse me, Mrs. Nicholson.
I have to steal Gilbert away.
-Of course. -Uh, I'm sorry.
Listen, uh, tomorrow,
if you feel up to it,
perhaps we could go into town.
They have a remarkable
little art gallery on Front Street.
- That would be lovely.
- Good. See you then.
[PIANO PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
Honey, I've had three husbands,
each richer than the last.
Not to mention a lover or two.
That baron. I introduced
him to you yesterday.
Boy, is he something else.
Well, that's quite
a testimonial.
The guy is just perfect.
He makes love like...
like Casanova.
And if there was a w*r today,
he'd be a cert for
the Medal of Honor.
I don't understand.
I'm talking about guts,
this guy is made of steel.
You know, he was tossed
by that stallion yesterday,
slashed his arm on some
barbed wire this deep.
I tell ya, I nearly fainted.
And what did he do?
Wrapped it with a
kerchief and carried on
as if nothing had happened.
Talk about macho.
Well, then it couldn't have been
as bad as you thought.
Oh, honey, I saw it.
It'd take stitches
to sew him up.
If he was some
football playing dummy
I might understand,
but this boy is sensitive.
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy...
is he sensitive.
Uh, excuse me, Maggie.
- Oh, am I boring you?
- DOROTHY: No, no, no, no.
It's just uh, well,
it's been a long day.
I think what I really need
is a good night's sleep.
Oh, sleep you can get anytime.
The hours you spend
here are precious, honey.
All your hours are
precious, Maggie, anywhere.
See you tomorrow.
[RUMBLES]
What are you
doing here so early?
As a matter of fact, what
are you doing here at all?
I came to be with you.
I see.
Joe sent you to keep
an eye on me, huh?
-Is that it? -I would have come
anyway, but...
all this scares me to death.
Okay. Well, we'll get
you outta here in a minute.
I just have a little more to do.
[RUMBLES]
Would you hold that
for me? Thank you.
[GRUNTS]
Guess you don't think
very much of me, do you?
I'm not an expert
on women, Terri.
Come on.
I'm not an expert on anything.
Especially men.
Well then, I guess
we've got something
in common after all.
Yeah, I guess we have.
I've got a chill.
I wish...
What?
I wish I was smarter.
I never was very.
I always took what came along.
I wish...
ROBERT: Well, well,
well. [CHUCKLES]
Very touching, indeed.
But Joe's a very careful man.
He wants both of
you back at the cabin
'til the boat comes.
HAL: And then what? We
all live happily ever after?
Why not?
Well, you said it, Robert.
Joseph's a very careful man.
Take you, for instance.
You'd make a wonderful
witness for the prosecution.
After the law
catches up with him.
Nice try, Doc.
But all Joe really wants
is a little freedom...
and all of South America
to spend that money in.
Right, Terri?
I don't know what
Joey wants anymore.
[RUMBLES]
You don't have
to go back, Terri.
I'll take you back
to Fantasy Island.
My, my. Cold man of science
showing symptoms
of human kindness.
Well, I don't need kindness.
We all need kindness, Terri.
Even men of the cloth
who have gone sour on life.
I don't need a sermon, Doc.
Especially from you!
No. But we do need
men like you, Robert.
Somebody to keep things together
for the rest of us.
[CAVELOR RUMBLING]
He's going to k*ll you, Robert.
It's simple economics.
When that boat arrives, he
doesn't need you anymore.
And the gold he promised you,
he's going to keep for himself.
-You're a fool, Doc. -[RUMBLES]
[TERRI SCREAMS]
[HAL GROANS]
[HAL SCREAMS]
TERRI: Help him! He's hurt!
[TERRI GASPS]
Oh.
HAL: You better go.
You two can make
it faster alone.
If I weren't a religious
man, I'd tell you where to go.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[BUZZES]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[BUZZES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[ELECTRONIC WHIRRING, BEEPING]
-[CLICKS] -[PIANO PLAYING]
-[CLICKS] -[MUSIC STOPS]
[CLICKS]
[CLICKS]
[CLICKS]
[CLICKS]
[GASPS]
[RUMBLES]
The harmonic tremors
are coming in swarms now.
What the hell does that mean?
It means that our mountain is
about to blow wide open, Joey.
I'd say, from now
on, any minute.
- All I need is one more hour.
- You're not going to make it.
Let me take them
back in the truck, Joe.
You can keep the
radio and be long gone
before we even get
close to civilization.
I like you better
without your religion.
You know that?
Yeah. How 'bout it, Joe?
I don't care about
the money anymore.
It's not gonna get
me what I want.
Maybe that's what's
wrong with you.
Forget it.
-Please, Joey. -Shut up!
I'm sorry.
Live and learn.
It seems to be the
name of the game
for both of us today.
Yeah.
I wish I'd met you
before, you know?
Don't tell me Doc
is gonna bankroll
a show for you, too.
No.
But you really
weren't going to either.
I know that.
You know you're a
nice pair, you and Doc.
He's a bright boy,
and all of a sudden
you're getting
to be a bright girl.
Why don't you give
us a little sample
of what the world
is gonna be missing.
-Come on. -Leave her alone.
Stay out of it, Reverend.
I said dance.
Please, Joe, don't.
-[g*n COCKS] -Dance.
There isn't any music.
You don't need any.
[WHIMPERS]
[HUMMING]
[SOBS, GRUNTS]
That's not too great, baby.
[WHIMPERS]
Right, Doc?
How 'bout it, Reverend?
It's unanimous.
-Now we wait. -[TERRI CRYING]
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[GASPS]
Help me.
Whoever you are,
will you help me?
[SIGHS]
Look, my name is
Gilberto DeVincenzo.
I'm a prisoner here.
Now please help
me with these straps.
[EXHALES]
Two of you? I don't...
I don't understand.
I'll try and explain.
Jagger looks for attractive
independent bachelors
all over the world.
He lures them here on
some pretext and then he...
He duplicates them,
he clones them.
- Clones them?
- Yes. He's a brilliant man.
He's a rogue
scientist. He's mad.
The only reason I'm still alive
is because I've refused to sign
everything I have over to him.
It's only a matter
of time. [GRUNTS]
You mean the original
is always m*rder*d?
But what else? Up front,
he gets everything we have.
And after he gets
some wealthy woman
hooked by one of
those mechanical men.
The robot's programmed
to transfer everything
- she has over to him, too.
- Oh, thank you.
-[SIGHS] -I'm sorry.
I mean, for you.
The duplicate of
me, it isn't really me.
You understand?
I thought clones were
an exact duplication.
Oh, they are.
Exact in every way.
But only a duplication,
not the original.
Oh.
Not the original.
-Would you kiss me? -What?
Oh.
Well? Did I do it as
well as my clone?
[CHUCKLES] Perhaps
not as mechanically perfect,
but I think we could work on it.
Well, let's get
the hell outta here.
Oh, they have armed
guards. I saw them.
This is the computer room
where the controls are.
- Yes, I know.
- We're gonna have to wait
until after dark
to leave anyway.
I was thinking we
can't just walk away.
I mean, all those men
who were cloned
and then k*lled...
Where the hell could she be?
All I know is, the
night maid reported
that Mrs. Nicholson
is not in her room.
- Did you check Gilberto's room?
- Not there.
She's a newspaper woman.
Maybe she's more interested
in the public's right to know
than she is in her own sex life.
These look like the
transmission lines.
-[GASPS] -BORIS:
May I offer you a drink?
- Look.
- BORIS: May I offer you...
May I offer you...
[GLASS SHATTERING]
- DOROTHY: How awful.
- GILBERTO: I know...
-[SCREAMS] -...but
it's the only way.
[GASPS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
[SCREAMS, GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
- [GILBERTO GROANS]
- [ELECTRIC BUZZING]
Dorothy, pull the plug!
[GROANS]
[ELECTRIC BUZZING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
They're heading
for the boat landing.
- [GRUNTS, PANTS]
- Oh, are you hurt?
I think my ego's bruised.
We'll take care of that later.
Oh, it's Mr. Roarke.
Dorothy, you run,
I'll stop Jagger.
- It's the only chance.
- Gilbert, they'll k*ll you.
I was a dead man,
anyway. Good luck, honey.
[EXHALES]
[RUMBLES]
All right. It's time
to get moving.
The boat'll be
here in minutes.
Load the truck, Reverend.
And you, you help your
boyfriend outside with the truck.
- Why bother?
- Because I'm a detail man.
I don't like to
leave loose ends.
Now get going.
[RUMBLES]
[CAVELOR RUMBLING]
[BELL TOLLING]
-Robert, it works. -ROBERT: Yes.
It blew up right on the button.
The equipment works. it works!
Congratulations, I guess.
Look!
Hurry.
[GROANS]
Joe, come back here!
Come back here, you fool!
I'll get him.
Joe. Joe. Joe! Come here!
Wait a minute! Go on, go on!
But I'm not leaving
without my gold
or my money, do you hear me?
Now, you go or I'll sh**t
you where you stand.
Now get outta here!
Joe, it's too late for that!
TERRI: Hurry!
- [TERRI SCREAMS]
- ROBERT: We gotta hurry!
Come on, come on!
Give me your hand!
[HAL GROANS]
[RUMBLES]
[RUMBLES]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[RUMBLES]
[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]
I am sorry your fantasy
was not all you had
hoped, Mrs. Nicholson.
Perhaps I did find
the perfect husband.
But I'll never know, will I?
Will she, boss?
I believe Mrs. Nicholson
now knows this.
That though, uh, perfection
may not be within
human possibility...
love and self-sacrifice are.
And that, after all, are even
more important qualities.
I've thought of nothing else
since you took
me off the island.
However, don't
despair, Mrs. Nicholson.
I am not without certain
resources, you know.
TATTOO: Mrs.
Nicholson, that's him!
That's Gilbert.
Oh, Mr. Roarke.
If there's anyone on this
earth who's perfect, it's you.
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-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Well, Doctor, I sent your paper
on determining natural eruptions
to every scientific
capital in the world.
I hope it will save
many lives in the future.
I hope so.
In the meantime,
Terri and I are going to do
some personal
research of our own.
On personal relationships.
We are delighted.
What about you, Mr. Luria?
I'm returning to my
ministry, Mr. Roarke.
Hopefully a wiser man,
thanks to Hal...
and to you.
I am delighted.
-Good-bye. -Thank you very much.
-Good-bye. -Bye, Tattoo.
-Good-bye. -Bye, Tattoo.
Good-bye, Mr. Luria.
-Good-bye. -Good-bye.
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