[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL TOLLS]
The plane! The plane!
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [GIRLS GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
[GIRLS CONTINUE GIGGLING]
Let's go.
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
Smiles, everyone, smiles.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
ROARKE: Mr. Frank Miller, a
Wall Street securities analyst
employed by a very large
and prestigious
investment concern.
- Sounds very important.
- ROARKE: Oh, indeed.
In one eight-hour day,
Mr. Miller may advise
his company's clients
on the investment of
hundreds of millions of dollars.
-What power! -ROARKE: Yes,
but unfortunately,
the wealth he handles,
the fortunes he makes,
belong to other people.
Oh, Mr. Miller is very honest,
hard-working and
dedicated, but, uh,
he is paid only a modest salary.
So his fantasy is to
rip off his company?
Mr. Miller's fantasy
is to get rid of
his frustrations...
by spending money
like a billionaire.
So, with its
inherent liabilities,
- we will grant his fantasy.
- TATTOO: Can we do that, boss?
ROARKE: Yes, but
not without risk, Tattoo.
I'm afraid this weekend
may turn out to be
the most dangerous investment
Mr. Miller has ever made.
Dr. Lucas Bergmann
and his daughter Lisa
from Boston, Massachusetts.
TATTOO: Who has
the fantasy, boss?
-Both, Tattoo. -TATTOO: Both?
But neither knows
about the other.
It's gonna be tricky. Uh,
what kind of doctor is he?
Dr. Bergmann was
a heart surgeon,
one of the most brilliant, until
he was permanently banned
from every hospital
in the country.
TATTOO: Banned? What did he do?
ROARKE: It concerned
his research, Tattoo.
Following his wife's
death a year ago,
the doctor began a series
of unorthodox experiments
on the recently deceased.
Dead body?
Boss, something tells
me I shouldn't even ask.
What's his fantasy?
Resurrection.
Sometime during this weekend,
the good doctor intends to
bring the dead back to life.
Dead? Here on the island?
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[GOAT BLEATING]
So, this was home to
Henry Van der Wyck,
the father of regenerative
transplant surgery.
Yes. The building has
been vacant since his death,
looked after by... a caretaker.
- Tattoo will show you around.
- This way, Doctor.
-Coming? -In a minute, Father.
Mr. Roarke, I want to
thank you for my fantasy.
This chance to spend
some time with my father...
This is the first time
that I've been able
to drag him away from his
work since my mother d*ed.
- I understand she was lovely.
- Oh, yes, she was.
- Would you like to see?
- ROARKE: Please.
Oh.
Very lovely, indeed.
She d*ed in surgery and
the surgeon was your father.
- How did you know that?
- It's my business
to know such things,
Miss Bergmann.
Uh, forgive me,
but is it not a fact
that practicing surgery on a
member of one's own family
is contrary to medical ethics?
LISA: Well, under
ordinary circumstances,
yes, but we were
sailing in the Caribbean
and we were hours
from any hospital.
My mother became terribly ill
and my father had to operate.
It was a simple appendectomy,
but complications arose,
and she, uh...
My father's never
been the same since.
Yes. He has immersed
himself in his work,
become totally absorbed
in his research project.
That's why I brought
him here, Mr. Roarke.
To get him away
from all that darkness
and guilt, and to
have my fantasy,
to get back to a normal father
and daughter relationship.
Mr. Roarke! May I
see you for a moment?
Uh, Tattoo, will you show
Miss Bergmann to her room?
She must be tired
after the journey.
Sure, boss. This
way, Miss Bergmann.
Mr. Roarke,
- I have to talk to you.
- Certainly, Dr. Bergmann.
About the nature
of the experiments
you intend to conduct here,
to try to bring the
dead back to life.
Exactly.
TATTOO: This way,
Mr. Miller. Sit down, relax.
-A cigar? -I don't smoke.
Coffee, cocktail?
Uh, not right now.
Thanks, anyway.
Mr. Miller, I've got a
proposition for you.
I'm looking for a
financial adviser.
I've got a few
dollars to invest.
What do you think
about, um, pork bellies?
Pork bellies? No.
Stay out, Tattoo.
That market is strictly
for the professionals.
Tattoo.
How much money are you
prepared to invest through Mr. Miller?
Before or after I get paid?
[CHUCKLES]
Mr. Miller, have you ever
met Mr. Avery Williams?
The world number one financier.
No, no. I never get to meet
the firm's clients,
only their money.
But thanks to the reams of
material that you sent me,
I feel I know Avery
Williams like a... like a book.
I mean, his family,
his likes and dislikes,
his, uh, personal mannerisms,
even the way he plays golf.
He has a wife, I
mean, uh, we may...
ROARKE: There's
that possibility.
Now, does he still
want to trade places?
Oh, desperately. Mr. Williams
hasn't had a day off
in several years. And
he's eagerly looking forward
to a weekend vacation
now that we've found
a suitable substitute for him.
But, uh, Mr. Miller,
I must warn you.
Men of great wealth and power
inevitably acquire enemies.
When you take
Mr. Williams's place,
you could be placing your
own life in mortal danger.
Well, my life has been
pretty dull anyway,
Mr. Roarke. I think I could,
uh... [CLICKS TONGUE]
I could use a little excitement.
[CHUCKLES] I see.
Well, in that case... Tattoo.
This way, Mr. Miller.
What do you think
about soybeans?
[MR. MILLER CHUCKLES]
ROARKE: We'll be there shortly.
Mr. Avery Williams
will be waiting for you
in his study beyond
the swimming pool.
FRANK: This is beautiful.
Absolutely fantastic.
So, this is the
way billionaires...
Uh, correction.
Uh, the way I live.
My statue, my mansion, hmm.
AVERY: Okay...
I mean, he paid ten
million a year ago.
It's worth million today.
But he can't find a market.
Let's offer him .
Take it or leave it by
close of business tomorrow
New York Times.
Everybody does okay.
So, everybody's happy.
- [DOOR CREAKING]
- Balance of million
on delivery of title
within five days.
That's what I said. Five days.
- [PHONE CLANKS]
- Mr. Avery Williams?
Ah, Mr. Roarke
didn't exaggerate.
You'll be an entirely
suitable substitute,
except maybe for your hair.
Well, now I understand,
Mr. Williams.
No. Avery. Avery.
Look. Mr. Roarke chose
you to take my place
because you're my exact double.
Now, nobody knows
about the switch
except the three of us.
And we haven't got
much time, Frank.
My secretary, Elizabeth,
will be here in about a minute.
I got my diary in the
top drawer of the desk
and you can check it out
for my current dealings
and all my business
acquaintances
across the world.
Now, let's get you
out of those clothes
and let's start
on our vacations,
because I'm a weary man.
DR. BERGMANN: It just
occurred to me this laboratory
was built years ago.
I should have shipped out
some up-to-date equipment.
Doctor, have a look in there.
DR. BERGMANN:
This is magnificent.
That unit... looks like mine.
It is mine.
These units are from
my own laboratory.
Is it possible?
This is Fantasy Island, Doctor.
Is there anything
else I can do for you?
There is one thing.
My daughter doesn't
know about my fantasy,
the experiments I've planned.
Oh. Perhaps,
that is just as well.
This trip wouldn't be necessary
if I had the freedom to do
my research back home.
The medical authorities,
reporters, make that impossible!
You will find no
such interference here
on Fantasy Island, Doctor.
But I should warn you.
Some of the natives
in this area tend
to be somewhat, um...
[CLICKS TONGUE]
superstitious.
No problem. I'll
keep out of their way.
Well, I trust now you
have everything you need.
Everything, except...
Except the final
element. The human form.
Don't worry.
It will arrive later today.
I will await delivery.
Anxiously.
A delivery of what, boss?
-A cadaver. -A what?
A dead body.
A dead body?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Here. [SIGHS] I
wear this an awful lot.
Okay, Elizabeth will be here
with the rest of your schedules.
Okay, Elizabeth will be here
with the rest of your schedules.
So all I can say is,
uh, have fun, Frank.
Uh, Mr. Williams, uh... Avery.
Just a moment. Don't you have
any more information for me?
I mean... [STAMMERS] ...advice?
Sure. Spend money.
Now, Roarke assures
me you're an honest man.
I take his word for anything.
So, use your judgment
and spend as...
As much as you want.
I mean, remember.
You're a billionaire now.
And if you need
something, my wife
or secretary
will get it for you.
Now let me get
the hell out of here.
- Hear that, Frank Miller?
- [DOOR SHUTS]
[CLICKS TONGUE]
You're now a... [CHUCKLES]
billionaire.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Father!
Father?
You haven't eaten all day.
I made you a sandwich.
Oh, thank you.
You promised that we'd
take a walk down to the lagoon
Mr. Roarke told us
about and go swimming.
Uh, you go ahead.
Enjoy yourself.
I'll be busy here.
Doing what? Another
stupid experiment?
Lisa, don't talk to me that way.
Father, you were the finest,
most gifted surgeon
in the country.
You saved thousands of lives.
Now you've abandoned
your practice and your patients
and everything else that
ever meant anything to you,
-including me. -Nonsense.
You're my daughter.
You know I love you.
Then prove it to
me. Be my father.
Stop this work right now
and go swimming with me.
I can't.
Lisa... you know I can't.
I'm waiting for a
delivery from Mr. Roarke.
You can't go on mourning
forever. Mother's gone.
You can't bring back the dead.
You don't own the sole
rights on grief, you know.
When you lost
Mother last year...
it was even harder
on me. [SNIFFLES]
I lost both of you. [SOBBING]
-[DOOR KNOCKING] -Come in.
Avery, we're gonna blow
that Scottish land deal
unless we move fast.
The Scottish deal, oh, yeah.
The Canadian
conglomerate outbid us.
They did?
- By how much?
- Uh, one million four.
But they want the mineral
and the timber rights,
so if we want to
build that ski resort,
we're gonna have to
come up with, say, uh,
two million more to close it.
Why not?
Avery, are you
feeling all right today?
Yeah, I feel fine, Elizabeth.
Uh, what else you got there?
Uh...
Uh, the, um, cost estimates
for the Avery Williams
Educational Foundation,
it's, uh, it's higher
than we thought.
Four hundred and sixty million.
Well, is... [CHUCKLES]
is that what I wanted?
[CHUCKLES] Com... come
on, Avery. Now, Mr. Roarke said
this... this program will
help millions of children
all over the world
and you promised
to look into it.
[SIGHS] Okay.
Foundation estimates are...
hereby approved.
- Next.
- Oh, it's just the usual letters
putting the bite on you
for money, except, uh...
I gather that you
think that one is, uh,
rather deserving.
Yeah, it's Father Crombie's
Children's Mission in Montana.
They need some money
for, uh, baseball uniforms.
[CHUCKLES] The last time
I played baseball, I was...
You know, I really
should get more exercise.
ELIZABETH: Uh,
you told your wife
you'd be working this morning,
so she invited
Mr. Jaeger to coach her.
I see.
Fine-looking
woman, Mrs. Williams.
They make a handsome couple.
Then again, so do we!
Cheer up, Elizabeth, and
send Father Crombie's kids
anything they want.
[CHUCKLES] You're
in a good mood today.
Is that why you're
staring at me?
Uh... I'll get the
stock reports for you.
FRANK: Oh, Elizabeth.
You look particularly
lovely this morning.
So far, so good, Avery Williams.
[GOATS BLEATING IN DISTANCE]
Dr. Bergmann, I have
brought your assistant.
He has been
looking after the place
and will work with you
during your stay here.
Allow me to present, uh, Makalo.
-Hello, Makalo. -[INAUDIBLE]
He can't speak?
Well, as you can see, he
suffered an injury and uh...
Uh, but he can
hear perfectly well.
And I can assure you,
after many years working
with Dr. Van der Wyck,
he's very competent.
In fact, in preparation
for your arrival,
Makalo studied transcripts
of every experiment
you've conducted
in recent months.
Well, I'm impressed
with your thoroughness
and your thoughtfulness,
Mr. Roarke.
Makalo, thank you.
That will be all for now.
[INAUDIBLE]
- [DOOR OPENS]
- What happened to him?
[DOOR SHUTS]
The natives looked
upon Dr. Van der Wyck...
[SIGHS] ...as some sort of...
evil magician,
working with dead bodies,
turning them into zombies.
One night, um, ...
no, years ago,
they stormed this building,
m*rder*d the doctor, and, uh...
well, poor Makalo was
lucky to escape with his life.
The world is full of
superstitious primitives.
Many of whom have
a college degree.
I've never let them disturb
or discourage me, Mr. Roarke.
Have you brought what
I've been waiting for?
Yes, Dr. Bergmann, if...
you're still absolutely certain
you want to go through with it.
- Of course, I'm certain.
- [DRUMS b*ating]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [DRUMMING CONTINUES]
Lisa! Oh, my God! Lisa!
Lisa! Lisa!
Oh, my God. No! No, she
can't. She can't be dead.
How?
Why?
I had just learned that...
she was swimming
alone in the lagoon
when for some
reason she went under.
One of the men swam out
and found her
lying on the bottom.
He brought her
ashore, but by then...
it was too late.
Fate can work in
cruel ways, Doctor.
You demanded a body,
and now that
demand has been met.
As God as my witness, I...
I never, I never wanted this.
Perhaps, all is not lost,
not irretrievably.
You came here to raise the dead.
What better test of your powers
could there be
than this, Doctor?
The resurrection of
your own flesh and blood.
Yes. I'll bring her back.
I'll do it!
I'll bring my daughter back.
Help me. Help me. Hurry!
Uh, nice sh*t, Mrs. Williams.
[BERNIECE SIGHS]
You seem a little
tense today, Berniece.
Of course, I'm tense!
Well, that's good,
because in a few minutes
you're gonna have to
become convincingly hysterical.
How can you be so sure
that my dear husband
will come down here today?
Because I know
your dear husband.
I challenged him
to a game tomorrow.
That means he'll be
practicing his five iron today.
And you know how
much he loves to win.
BERNIECE: Hmm.
With one stroke,
your husband, my
friend and employer,
will have blown himself
straight to kingdom come.
That ball...
- It's a b*mb?
- Expertly created by me
from plastic expl*sives,
borrowed from your
husband's shipyard.
[EXHALES] That's
freaky. I mean, how...
How will we explain
it to the police?
Oh, that's easy.
Avery's been having
problems at the yard.
There have been
threats on his life.
Elizabeth will vouch for that.
And you're sure
that it will work?
Even if he misses, there's
a special backup device.
[SIGHS] Oh, the one
thing I love about you, Paul,
is your efficiency.
I would have preferred to
have arranged an accident,
but he's gotta die the day
before he signs those
foundation papers.
And gives away
half a billion dollars.
Of our money.
FRANK: Hello, love.
Oh, Avery, why do you insist
on wearing that
disgusting-looking hat?
How else would you
know it was me, love?
[GOLF STICKS CLANKING]
[SINGING]
You want your stock reports now?
Sure. Go ahead. [SIGHS]
ELIZABETH: Okay.
New York and Tokyo up
and London's down nine points...
[PHONE RINGING]
Oh. I told them
to hold your calls.
[PHONE RINGING CONTINUES]
ELIZABETH: Hello.
Yes?
It's Munich. It's urgent.
[ELIZABETH AND FRANK GROANING]
Mr. Roarke, someone just tried
to k*ll Avery Williams. [PANTS]
A slight concussion,
Miss Leston,
obviously has confused him.
I suggest you lie
down for a while, Avery,
-Mr. Williams. -Just a minute.
ROARKE: I did
warn you, didn't I?
That your life
might be in danger.
Your enemies might try again.
I suggest you take
appropriate precautions
immediately, Mr. Williams.
Will you excuse me?
- Are you all right, Elizabeth?
- Yes. I'm okay.
[GOATS BLEATING IN DISTANCE]
DR. BERGMANN: Her
body temperature is holding.
Check the ECG.
[CLANKS]
Hurry.
All right?
Damn it! No vital signs.
[MACHINE HUMMING]
There's no tissue degeneration.
I can't believe she's dead.
Makalo...
we're going to
try electrotherapy.
Prepare the equipment.
[TOOLS CLANKING]
BERNIECE: Avery,
that's your third glass.
You never have
more than two drinks.
Well, I feel like celebrating.
Aside from the fact that I
was almost blown to hell
this morning, this
is turning out to be
one of the happiest
days of my life.
So like you, Avery.
I am almost k*lled
by your enemies,
and you are celebrating.
I wish you'd let me
call in the police, Avery.
No, Paul. If a story like
this got out to the media,
the market would
take a nosedive.
It's been a glorious day.
I just spent and
spent and spent.
And I'm gonna spend some more.
Among other
things, I've approved
the estimates
for the foundation,
and tomorrow night at the Luau,
I'm going to give a
check to Mr. Roarke
for million dollars.
Well!
You certainly seem to be
able to accomplish a great deal
without even bothering
to consult your wife.
I'm sure you don't mind if Paul
and I leave you two
conspirators alone!
ELIZABETH: I'm all mixed up.
I know you, but
I don't know you.
I mean, I don't
know who you are.
You know, you
seem so relaxed and...
You know, you haven't
even smoked a cigar
- all day today.
- [FRANK CHUCKLES]
But it's... it's something else.
I... I don't know. I'm not making
any sense, am I? [CHUCKLES]
Well, don't try.
Just trust your
emotions because...
Avery.
I want you to listen to me.
Listen to me and hear me out...
while I tell you
why I can't work
with you any longer.
- What? No, Elizabeth, you...
- No.
I've worked with you for
five years, Avery Williams,
and I've loved
every minute of it
because you're a kind man.
Oh, you talk tough,
but you're a kind man.
And you drive a hard bargain,
but you care about people.
And especially children.
I've watched you being hurt...
by your wife...
and all of her escapades.
But I kept my distance till now.
I don't know. Something
happened today.
There's something
very special about you.
And I know if I stayed,
we might become
lovers and I... I don't think
I could handle it.
Elizabeth, uh...
Suppose I was broke.
Well, you keep giving
your money away
like you did today and
you might be broke.
Uh, now just pretend that, um...
that I'm single,
and I've given everything away,
and I'm starting from scratch.
I mean, no more
billions, no more yachts,
no more mansions,
no more private jets.
No more Berniece.
Just me...
and three rooms.
Could I... could I
be your lover then?
I mean, do you think
you could handle that?
You don't think I love you
because of your money, do you?
No. Elizabeth, I want
you to promise me.
Don't quit until tomorrow.
Oh, what's so special
about tomorrow?
Well, for one thing, I'm
taking you to the Luau.
And for another thing...
anything might happen by then.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
- [DRUMS b*ating]
- [WAVES CRASHING]
[MONITOR BEEPING]
I'll try once more, Makalo.
-[THUMPS] -[MONITOR BEEPING]
Still nothing! Remove
the electrodes.
- [BEEPING CONTINUES]
- [DRUMS b*ating FASTER]
What's wrong?
Ignore them! We have work to do.
Lisa, I've tried
everything else.
Prepare her for
open-heart surgery.
Damn it, do as I say.
There is no time to waste!
Doctor, you must
leave here immediately!
No, can't you see?
The natives are
preparing to att*ck.
Somehow, they have found
out what you're trying to do here
- and they are filled with fear.
- I can't leave my daughter!
Your daughter is dead, Doctor.
You must accept that fact!
No, there's still hope.
I'm gonna operate.
[NATIVES SHOUTING]
[ALL SHOUTING]
It's too late now, Dr. Bergmann.
- I won't leave my daughter.
- [NATIVES CONTINUE SHOUTING]
Then it would
appear that history
is about to repeat itself.
Come, Makalo.
[NATIVES SHOUTING]
- [BANGING ON DOOR]
- [NATIVES CONTINUE SHOUTING]
[BANGING ON DOOR CONTINUES]
DR. BERGMANN: Lisa!
Bring her back! Bring her back!
Bring back my daughter!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[DR. BERGMANN PANTING]
[RATTLING]
DR. BERGMANN: Bring
her back to me, please!
-Wait. -[RATTLING CONTINUES]
DR. BERGMANN: Wait. Please
wait. She may still have a chance.
[DR. BERGMANN PANTING]
Lisa. Lisa!
[PANTS]
What?
[SHUDDERS]
Lisa?
Oh, dear God, forgive me.
The two people I
love most dearly...
my wife, and now...
now Lisa, both dead.
My dear, sweet Lisa. I
never stopped loving you.
It was just that when
your mother d*ed,
I was... [INHALES] ...so
consumed with guilt...
I had to escape into my work.
I never meant to shut you out.
Dear God in heaven,
if I could only have
another chance.
[LISA SOBS]
Lisa!
Lisa?
What, is this some cruel dream?
Dream? Why are you
looking at me like that?
Lisa, you were dead. I
tried to bring you back,
-and I couldn't. -Wh...
It's so strange.
I...
I don't remember
anything since...
Since I was swimming
in the lagoon and...
and then I...
I... I woke up over
there and I saw you.
It's a miracle.
Indeed it is, Doctor.
A miracle... not of
science, but of love.
It seems that you have
finally achieved your aim
to resurrect the dead.
Mr. Roarke, according
to all the instruments
in the lab, Lisa
was clinically dead.
As dead as you were, Doctor.
-Me? -In a sense,
you have been
dead for over a year.
So far as your
daughter was concerned.
But now you're alive
again, restored to her.
Who's buried there?
Who knows?
Maybe the past.
We have the future to share,
- and a lot to catch up on.
- DR. BERGMANN: We certainly do.
TATTOO: Boss, there is
something I don't understand.
- What?
- Dr. Bergmann examined Lisa...
For vital signs,
using almost every instrument
known to modern medicine.
-And pronounced her dead. -Well,
dead is only a word, Tattoo,
and in spite of its
ring of ultimate finality,
it has many meanings.
A person can be clinically
dead, legally dead...
Even emotionally dead.
Boss, don't blind
me with science.
- Just give me the straight dope.
- Okay, I rigged the instruments.
With the help of Makalo?
Uh, let's put it
this way, Tattoo,
it was simply a
matter of controlling
the available data.
Right, Makalo?
Right, Mr. Roarke.
- Boss, I'm still confused.
- And I'm hungry. Shall we eat?
TATTOO: Boss, I can't
see! Wait for me, boss!
I can't see! Boss! Wait for me!
[DRUMS b*ating]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-FRANK: Oh! -PAUL: Oops!
FRANK: Oh.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES]
- [DRUMS b*ating CONTINUES]
[DRUMMING STOPS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Come, Tattoo. We've
just been invited
to join Mr. Williams' party.
[PEOPLE APPLAUDING]
Ladies and gentlemen,
good evening.
I would like to propose a toast.
A good idea, Mr. Jaeger.
What did you do that for?
It's an old, uh,
Fantasy Island custom
to promote good fellowship.
The table is so constructed
that it can be spun around
like a lazy Susan.
Each person gets to
taste each of the drinks.
Eh, may I suggest
that the first toast should
be to Mr. Avery Williams,
who is about to
endow the Foundation
for International Education
with a check for
million dollars?
-[WOMEN LAUGHING IN
DISTANCE] -Mrs. Williams, uh,
perhaps, uh, you do not
approve of my suggestion.
Do you have a more
appropriate toast
-to suggest? -Uh...
[STAMMERS] ...I'm
not very good at toasts.
Wh... You surprise me.
You are good at so
many things that require
imaginative thinking,
poise and cool nerve.
[CHUCKLING] But in that
case, let's make it simple.
Now then, Mr. Jaeger,
something warm and personal
in honor of your dear
friend and employer.
What is this, boss, roulette?
One might say a form
of Russian roulette, yes.
Oh, come, Mr. Jaeger, surely,
you have a toast to propose.
Don't be bashful.
I think maybe you'd
better count me out.
My stomach,
these tropical drinks
don't agree with me.
Oh, I am so sorry.
Eh, do you suppose that somehow,
you could have drunk
some of the poison
you poured into
Mr. Williams's drink?
What? What did you say?
I'm sure that, uh, this
has your fingerprints on it.
Possibly, Mrs.
Williams's as well.
It's your word
against ours, Roarke.
What do you mean,
"ours"? It was your idea.
Liar!
You wanted Avery
dead as much as I did.
- Gentlemen.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
I'd like a word with
you, Mr. Williams.
In private, if I may?
-Yes, of course. -Tattoo,
will you keep Miss
Leston company?
Oh, yes, boss. Thank you.
My fantasy is over, isn't it?
I'm afraid so, Mr. Miller. Yes.
The, uh, foundation cheque.
Oh. Thank you very much.
Will you...
will you tell Elizabeth
about me after I'm gone?
Oh, most assuredly.
This way, please.
Did you have a good
weekend, Avery?
Fantastic! I feel like
a new man, Frank.
Yes, so do I.
Let's do it again, every year.
ROARKE: Oh, I'm
sorry, gentlemen.
It is my policy never to
repeat a fantasy. I'm sorry.
Mr. Roarke, that cheque
you're holding in your hand
looks like one of mine.
Now, I'd hate to
report that it's a forgery.
Is that a thr*at, Mr. Williams?
In a word, yes. Unless
you agree that our fantasy
- can be repeated.
- Well, in that case...
perhaps, I can make an exception
on behalf of all those
children throughout the world,
who are going to benefit
from your extreme generosity.
-[♪♪♪♪♪] -[AVERY CHUCKLES]
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
Dr. Bergmann, I trust your stay
on the island was satisfactory?
Very. In fact I
think I learned more
in my short stay here
than in all my years
of practicing medicine.
Well, that's remarkable.
May we have some idea
of what might that be?
It's very simple, really.
Life is for the living.
And love is for those
who are still close.
How about your fantasy, Lisa?
Well, I have my father
back. That's all I could ask for.
I'll never forget
you, Mr. Roarke.
- Thank you.
- We're still not sure
- exactly how you did it.
- [CHUCKLES]
TATTOO: It's very
simple, Doctor.
Just a matter of controlling
the available data.
Uh, something like that.
- Thank you, again. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Doctor.
Goodbye, Miss Bergmann.
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
Mr. Miller, was your fantasy
all that you hoped it would be?
Oh, more. So much
more, Mr. Roarke.
Because now I can go back
and make those rich
people even richer
and not be concerned
with one dollar,
because I'm coming
back to Fantasy Island
to take care of business
and be Avery Williams.
One year is a long
time to stay away
from somebody you care about.
Yes, that's the, uh,
that's the only
sad part, Tattoo.
I hope... I hope
Elizabeth will be waiting.
Oh, I'm afraid not, Mr. Miller.
You see, Miss Leston
is not the patient type.
How dare you just
break into my life
and leave without
asking me to go with you?
Some fantasies produce
their own fantastic
surprises, Tattoo.
Mr. Williams has decided
to send his secretary
to manage a new branch
office in, are you ready?
Mr. Miller's hometown.
Don't forget to send me a
letter about grain futures.
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
What did you say? Grain futures?
-Mm-hmm. -I suppose you plan
to corner the market?
Boss, everyone can have
a fantasy, can't he, huh?
[♪♪♪♪♪]