[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
"all this bother.
The princess..."
[ENGINE ROARING]
-Bye-bye. -[CHILDREN] Bye.
[GIGGLING]
Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
Good morning, Julie.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
ROARKE: Smiles,
everyone. Smiles.
[BAND PLAYING]
ROARKE: Mr. Timothy
Potter from Cleveland, Ohio.
JULIE: What's his fantasy?
Mr. Potter is an
amateur conjurer.
He entertains at hospitals
and at children's parties
with card tricks
and producing a
stuffed rabbit out of a hat,
and all the familiar
prestidigitations.
Oh, that's nice. He
gives pleasure to people.
ROARKE: Sometimes.
That is debatable.
Unfortunately, Mr. Potter
is not a very good conjurer.
You might say his sleight
of hand is slight indeed,
and his magic...
tragic.
[LAUGHTER]
Oh.
I'm afraid he blew it.
Yes, as usual.
That is why his fantasy is to be
not just a good magician...
but to be the very best.
JULIE: I don't know about that.
- JULIE: What a stunning lady.
- ROARKE: Yes, indeed.
Her name Ms. Marjorie Denton.
Would you care to guess
her profession, Julie?
Movie star? Maybe an actress
who wants to write the
Great American Novel?
ROARKE: Would you believe
a bus driver from Philadelphia?
-JULIE: Really? -ROARKE: Yes.
- JULIE: A bus driver?
- Well, why not?
She is one of that new
breed of women who believe
they can do most
things as well as men.
And therein lies her problem.
She has found there
is an unexpected price
to such beliefs,
and she hungers for the old days
when women were treated
with grace and chivalry.
What's her fantasy,
to wear a crinoline?
No, Julie. Ms. Denton's dream
is simply to meet
the most exciting,
gallant, and virile
man in the world.
Well, I can certainly
sympathize with that fantasy.
Can you, Julie? Well...
Unfortunately, to fulfill
her fantasy will expose her
to dangers she
cannot anticipate.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[GIGGLING]
MARJORIE: I'm so
grateful to you, Mr. Roarke.
If you only knew how desperate
I am to be treated like a woman.
To find a man with
some real manners.
Someone to bring
out the feminine in me.
That, I promise,
you will experience.
And in what better way
could I satisfy your fantasy
than to transport you
back to the very days
when such men were plentiful.
- You mean back in time?
- ROARKE: Exactly.
Julie?
Remember, Ms. Denton,
you are going back to a time
when human life
was held very cheaply.
Although men gave that
special attention to the ladies,
that trait you so admire,
the women were
also almost slaves,
subject to many
restrictions and sometimes...
great cruelty.
You can't frighten
me, Mr. Roarke.
I see.
Then step through
that door, Ms. Denton.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Good luck.
[CHEERING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
How can I be of
service to you, my lady?
[MEN GRUNTING]
I'd like some dinner.
Oh, this way please, my lady.
[GRUNTING]
-[GRUNTS] -[MAN CHUCKLES]
You owe me francs,
Gaston. [CHUCKLES]
Herr Potbelly.
Hey, you befuddled oaf, wake up.
[GASPS]
Won't you leave a man to sleep?
That lady.
A handsome creature.
Handsome?
Oh.
She is Desdemona,
Cleopatra, Helen,
all rolled into one.
I must win her love or die.
Help me, please. I am
paralyzed in her presence.
The sight of such
beauty strikes me dumb.
If you wish to do
a little business,
why didn't you say so before?
Something with a deep
sincerity of feeling, I think.
To penetrate the
recesses of her heart,
flights of romantic fancy.
Here... the perfect sonnet.
POTTER: Take a card, Mr. Roarke.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Is that your card?
No.
I'm terribly sorry.
Oh, well...
That's all right.
[CHUCKLES] I practice every day,
but I guess I'm just
naturally clumsy.
See, the reason I do
my magic is because
I have no family of my own,
and I like to make
people feel good.
Makes me feel close to them.
Unfortunately, I am
the Great Butterfingers.
That's me.
-Julie? -Hmm?
Oh.
Maybe this will open up
some new possibilities for you.
Yes.
The key unlocks that trunk,
which is full of
assorted paraphernalia,
items of wardrobe,
but, most importantly,
personal journals which
contained the secrets
of all the greatest
magic tricks of all time.
And who is to say
that some of those
great stage
magicians of the past
did not in fact possess...
real magic, Mr. Potter.
[CHUCKLES] That's
terrific, Mr. Roarke.
I can't wait.
ROARKE: Oh,
first, take the trunk
to your bungalow, Mr. Potter.
Study its contents. Study well.
You see, I have arranged for
a special matinee performance
for you this very afternoon.
What do you mean,
a real performance?
Yes.
Mr. Roarke, will I be ready?
I sincerely hope so, Mr. Potter.
Uh, let me try this trick again.
Take a card.
Is it?
I'm afraid not.
What a shame.
Oh, well... [SIGHS]
I'll have to keep practicing.
GASTON: Madame, by your grace,
I am Gaston du Brielle,
cadet of His
Majesty's Cavaliers.
I am, Madame, a little
ill at ease at speech,
so I have here penned
a few words from my heart.
When I beheld the
fragrance of your face,
saw the stars shining
from your eyes...
felt the caress of
your sweet breath,
and thus, my
angel, plead I this,
enchant your servant with...
a kiss.
Oh.
It's beautiful.
Oh, Madame...
if you would grant
me the opportunity,
I could perhaps reveal
all my heart contained.
Well, where do you suggest?
GASTON: In the courtyard yonder
in one hour.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Oh.
I think that my
fantasy is going to be...
just wonderful.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke,
wherever you are.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you, ladies and
gentlemen. Thank you.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[QUIET CHUCKLING]
[AUDIENCE GASPS]
[AUDIENCE EXCLAIMING]
[APPLAUSE]
POTTER: Thank you. Thank you.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Uh... I'm not exactly
sure what's in here.
Um... I haven't had a
chance to check it all out.
Let's see.
It's very pretty.
What's this?
-[GASPS] -[AUDIENCE GASPS]
[APPLAUSE]
What's this?
[LAUGHTER]
POTTER: "To bring
forth ye clever beasts."
Well, let's try it.
[CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[RUMBLING]
[AUDIENCE GASPS]
[CHIMPANZEE CHATTERING]
[APPLAUSE]
Master, I'm your sl*ve, Suva.
Tell me, what is your desire?
POTTER: Uh... [CLEARS THROAT]
[CHUCKLES]
Uh, um... I'm afraid,
what I really need
is for you to disappear.
See, well, I, uh...
I'm not sure where
the formula is.
Um, would you excuse
me just a moment, okay?
[CHITTERING]
Pardon me.
- [AUDIENCE CHATTERS]
- [CHIMPANZEE SQUEALS]
Mr. Roarke,
this is wonderful, I know,
but what would I do now?
Surely, the book instructs you.
I warned you to
study well, Mr. Potter.
Now it appears that you
are personally responsible
for one chimpanzee and
one very attractive young lady.
I wish you every success.
INNKEEPER: My lady.
MAN: When I beheld
the fragrance of your face,
saw the stars
shining in your eyes,
felt the caress of
your sweet breath,
and thus, my
angel, plead I this,
enchant thy servant with a kiss.
The same tune.
The same lyrics.
That phony.
It seems I owe you
an apology, Madame.
Who are you?
The miscreant who
sold that lad the poem.
And several others.
A man must eat.
And drink, apparently.
I see you know my frailty.
We yearn for love,
and when disappointed,
slake our thirst
with lesser faiths.
Hey. Wait a minute.
I know that phrase.
It was written by...
Cyrano de Bergerac,
at your service.
Cyrano?
Why at school, I read every poem
that you published.
My words in school? Hmm.
It's a long story.
I know it's not
very ladylike, but...
I'd like to get to know
you better, much better.
Madame, your beauty
is indeed overwhelming,
and you honor me,
but I am full of fear.
- Roxanne.
- CYRANO: Oh, you've heard.
Yes. She, who languished
in a nunnery, mourning,
mistakenly believing me dead.
My adoration for
her was all the love
that this poor frame could bear
in one short lifetime.
What do you say, Loban?
Would that lady yonder
provide enduring entertainment
on the rack,
or would you favor the
kiss of a thousand knives?
Why not both, my lord?
The time looks
propitious for me to...
pluck that little dove.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[CHIMPANZEE CHATTERS]
TIMOTHY: You know, only
one thing really worries me.
Years from now, when
people ask me how we met,
what'll I say?
Just tell them it was
a magic moment.
[GIGGLING]
[CHIMPANZEE CHATTERS]
Sabrina.
Naughty girl.
Now, you get up there. Go on.
Suva, she is a lovely
chimp and everything,
but I can't possibly take her
back to Cleveland with me.
SUVA: Well then,
how will you arrange it?
I mean, Sabrina and I,
we've always gone
together, you know.
I don’t know.
But I do know
I'm not gonna leave
Fantasy Island without you.
Hey, wait a minute.
I've got an idea.
If I could make
Sabrina disappear,
well, that would
solve everything
because that would
leave just you and me.
- I don’t know, Tim.
- Don’t worry.
Here it is, the spell.
"To bring forth
ye clever beast."
Maybe if I... if I said the
incantation backwards,
she'll disappear.
I'm scared.
There's nothing to be scared of.
I've figured it
all out. It'll work.
Here we go. Or rather,
here you go, Sabrina.
-[CHANTING IN FOREIGN
LANGUAGE] -Tim, wait. Don’t do it.
[CONTINUES CHANTING]
Tim!
[POTTER CONTINUES CHANTING]
Oh, no.
Suva!
[SCREECHING]
No! Come back!
Suva! Suva!
[SABRINA CHATTERS]
[SIGHS]
Mademoiselle,
I am clumsy with words,
and a self-confessed
liar in the game of love.
But I beseech you, hear my case.
Take off, will you?
Take off what, Madame?
My hat is here in my
hand, and my sword...
Without it, I would be naked.
Get lost. Split.
Can't you see that I
have problems of my own?
GASTON:
Mademoiselle, I beg you...
Does this jackanapes
disturb you, Mademoiselle?
If you continue to
importune the lady,
you will have me
to deal with, puppy.
My apologies, Mademoiselle.
Thank you, Monsieur,
but why did he run?
He knows better than
the to incur the wrath
of the foremost swordsman
of France, Mademoiselle.
Would you do me the honor
of accompanying
me to my shelter?
I'll get my cloak.
Innkeeper, my cloak.
- I must warn you, Mademoiselle.
- Mister...
That man is evil.
He has k*lled more
than a hundred men
in as many duels.
Isn't that why I came here,
to have men fight over me?
He's invited me to
his chateau for a visit.
You know this man, friar?
The Marquis Phillippe de Sade.
An evil man, like
you told the lady.
More than you can
guess, my friend.
He will sire a line
which will produce
the most infamous
name in French history,
and give rise to a new word
describing cruelty.
POTTER: I don’t know where
Suva came from, Mr. Roarke,
but I'll tell you, in
just a couple of hours,
that girl changed my life.
Many fortunate men have had
that exciting experience, Mr. Potter.
-Exciting? -Yes.
Mr. Roarke, this
isn’t just excitement.
Oh?
No, uh, I... well...
I think I love Suva.
Well, then you must use your
magical powers, Mr. Potter.
This is your fantasy.
You must find a way.
- I lack the finesse.
- Oh. No. No.
You have not
really given yourself
the chance to find that out.
You attempted too
much, too soon. That’s all.
You did warn me, didn’t you?
-I just got carried away. -Yes.
And I now suggest
that I arrange for you
to give another performance.
Perhaps if we duplicate
exactly, exactly,
the conditions
of the first show,
you will be able to
make the young lady
appear again tonight.
Well, then, it would
have to be on the stage.
And maybe the
audience is important too.
Oh, indeed. But do your
homework, Mr. Potter.
Plan. Memorize, huh?
I promise I will, Mr. Roarke.
And tonight on that
stage, I'll bring Suva back.
I will make it happen.
Good. Good.
[SABRINA CHATTERS]
What cause have you
to complain, horse?
What about me?
Me, the spinner of golden
words and weaver of dreams,
sleeping on straw
and eating from garbage piles...
without even a lock on my door.
We have come for our money,
you pernicious fabricator.
You sold us both the same song.
Have you no comment?
Your unseemly entrance
caused me to nick my face.
I will nick more than that.
En garde.
I have no money,
and I am without a sword.
Then fight with your nose,
you craven poltroon.
It outspans my rapier
by at least a foot.
Gaston, the lady Marjorie
has been seen entering
the chateau of the
Marquis de Sade.
Oh, that monster.
He will butcher
her, inch by inch.
By our oath of chivalry,
we must rescue her
from his evil pleasure.
Ah. Death to the Marquis.
- Onward! Forward!
- Death to the Marquis de Sade.
They have about as much
hope of defeating de Sade
and rescuing that girl
as you have of winning
the two-kilometer dash
at Reims.
[NICKERS]
Marjorie showed me much respect.
She knew of my poor scribbling.
She professed her love.
Seems we have been summoned
from retirement, old friend.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[HORSE NEIGHS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[SABRINA CHITTERING]
Sabrina, please don't do
that. I'm trying to learn my lines.
[CHITTERING]
Brochure said no pets.
He's got an ape in there.
It's part of his
act. It's different.
I mean...
he's an artiste.
"Formula for further
transformations."
Maybe that'll do it.
"North weed and birch,
bright bloom of bracken.
North weed and birch. Shazam."
Oh!
[SCREAMS]
Miriam!
- POTTER: No, no, no!
- What have you...
Listen, there's no
reason to be frightened.
-Don't... -It was a mistake!
- Touch me!
- I was just practicing.
Oh, you... Help!
Hi.
- Help!
- This is not what it looks like
-at all. -[WAILS]
I don’t know how you did it,
but I'm going to break
your magic wand.
[HOOTING]
- [SABRINA SCREECHING]
- [MIRIAM YELPS]
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait. Get away from me.
Call off your pet.
I'm awfully sorry,
but why should I?
[SCREECHING CONTINUES]
[MIRIAM WAILS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Even the sword of
the Marquis de Sade
will not prevail
against the three of us.
-Right? -Right.
Right.
Death to the monster de Sade.
GASTON: En garde.
[SWORDS CLANKING]
Next time, I shall
k*ll the lot of you.
DE SADE: Forgive
the interruption.
Some unwelcome visitors.
The venison is
not to your liking?
MARJORIE: Well, I, uh...
I guess I'm just not hungry.
DE SADE: Then try a
little of this Burgundy...
from my own vineyard.
Exquisite, is it not?
Oh, it's marvelous.
Wine is truly the
ambrosia of the gods.
It gives us great pleasure.
But there are
many other delights
we humans are
privileged to enjoy.
k*lling a hated enemy,
loving a beautiful woman,
giving and receiving pain.
Pain?
The rarest form of pleasure.
Soon to be all the
fashion in Paris.
The exaltation that
comes with surrender to it...
is an extreme of bliss,
an ultimate of passion.
How thoughtless of me.
You are weary.
Loban will escort you
to your chamber to rest.
Oh, I... I'd rather
return to the inn, please.
Alas, the roads
are too dangerous
for a high-born lady.
We shall continue
this discussion later,
but I will show you
what unseen delights await you.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Ladies and gentlemen,
those of you who saw
my first performance
will recall that I made
a young lady appear
out of nowhere.
-[INDISTINCT
CHATTER] -[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.
Unfortunately, she's lost again.
[LAUGHTER]
Her name is Suva.
I'm going to try to
make her reappear
in exactly the same way
as I made her appear before.
Everything will be the same.
Can you help me do that?
-[INDISTINCT
CHATTER] -[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[CHANTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
-[CONTINUES
CHANTING] -[RUMBLING]
-[expl*si*n] -[AUDIENCE GASPS]
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Suva, come to me.
I can't.
Tim, help me.
Hold on, Suva. Don't let go.
I can't help it.
I love you, Tim.
I'll always love you.
Goodbye.
[AUDIENCE MUTTERING]
Mr. Roarke, I lost her forever.
[SABRINA CHATTERS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[GASPS]
Forgive this intrusion,
Mademoiselle.
- I come as a friend.
- How did you get here?
In the old days, I
was a frequent guest
of the Marquis' father,
a most honorable man,
much shamed by this
creature who bears his name.
There is a secret passageway
through which I propose
to take you to safety.
-[WOMAN SCREAMS] -[GASPS]
What's that?
The Marquis at sport
in the dungeons below.
Come. We must hurry.
Did you really think
you could outwit
the Marquis de Sade?
Such antics are for younger men.
Dispose of him...
in some suitable fashion.
And take the lady to
my palace of pleasures.
CYRANO: So much for life.
[SIGHS]
Is that it?
Are you going to accept
death just like that?
I always thought that
you were a man of honor.
Challenge him to a duel.
You wish me to do battle at
my age and in my condition?
I wish you to display a
sense of chivalry, Monsieur.
My lord.
When I was a
guest of your father,
a blessed memory,
he confided in me
his deep despair
for your future.
He feared your
mother's indulgence
had softened your masculinity
beyond the point of recovery
so that you would be forced
to spend your life testing it.
Honor demands you
pay for those words
on the point of my sword.
Prepare him for combat.
We shall deal with the woman
when I have impaled him
like the squealing pig he is.
You were wonderful.
The pleasure will
be all his, I fear.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Suva, can you hear me?
I don't know where you are.
I'm not even sure what you are.
But I know you're out there.
[SABRINA WHIMPERS]
And I know I love you.
And I don't wanna
stay here without you.
[WHIMPERS]
So maybe if you
can't come to me,
maybe I can come to you.
I'm gonna try and
make myself disappear
exactly the same way
I made you disappear
in the bungalow.
[CHITTERING]
It'll be my last trick...
I hope, my best one ever.
If it works,
maybe I'll be out
there where you are...
wherever that is.
[CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Sabrina, please don't do that.
-Stop it. -ROARKE: No.
Let her, Mr. Potter.
Let Sabrina turn the page.
All right.
Go ahead.
Read it, Mr. Potter.
[CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[RUMBLING]
Suva! [LAUGHS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
- [INSECTS CHIRPING]
- [FROGS CROAKING]
I fear you have picked a
poor champion, Mademoiselle.
A thousand gallons
of Rhenish wine
have created this monument.
I cannot expect to
disperse them in a moment.
You make me feel so proud.
Oh. [KISSES]
Risking your life for me.
Come to chide again, brother,
or to say my last rights?
On the contrary, I come to
comfort and encourage you.
It would take new eyes
and a fresh apparatus
of muscles to do that.
Victory comes not only
from strength and skill,
but from a man's mind.
If he thinks he's going to lose,
be sure he will.
Think about that.
You realize I have no
control over the outcome.
You mean, he might lose?
In this age, "lose" is
another word for "die."
Chivalry is a beautiful
concept, Ms. Denton,
until you're on
its cutting edge.
But it's only a
fantasy, Mr. Roarke.
Can't you do something?
Alas, once a
fantasy is underway,
it's out of my hands.
But have faith in
yourself, Ms. Denton.
And in your love.
Love is the overwhelming
force of the universe.
It transcends all barriers
and overcomes all obstacles.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
It is time.
DE SADE: En garde.
[GRUNTING]
A younger man would
have had me then.
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
First blood.
[GRUNTS]
When I tire of
this mild pleasure,
when I've k*lled this clod,
I have the most...
exquisite pleasures in
mind for you, my dear.
[GASPS]
Why not fight on with your nose?
[LAUGHS] It's long enough.
ROARKE: If a man
thinks he's going to lose,
-he surely will. -[GRUNTS]
CYRANO: Long enough?
Your command of
language is as feeble
as your swordsmanship!
And now this nose is a pier
stretching into the
ocean of infinity,
a noble spire
worthy of divinity.
And taunts are thrown
like a Grecian discus
by foolish fobs
with less proboscis.
He who disparages his nose
plants seeds of his destruction.
This exalted beak
presents a warning:
a key factor of eternal torment.
But your blade,
'tis time to flee.
He who offends the snout,
he insults me...
and at his peril.
You're not worth
soiling my blade,
you miserable
perverted popinjay.
[GASPS]
Oh, you were magnificent.
You were marvelous.
It was something that monk said
about the power of thinking.
Your courage and...
My love.
My darling.
ROARKE: Ms. Denton,
you must come with me now.
Your fantasy is over.
Oh, no. No, please.
Let us spend just
a little time together.
I'm sorry.
MARJORIE: One
kiss, and I'm in love
with a charming, brave,
and wonderful ghost.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Mr. Roarke, uh...
I know I don't have
any right to ask you this,
but please, don't
separate us again.
But the young lady was
only a part of your fantasy,
Mr. Potter, which is now over.
Julie.
Sorry, Mr. Potter, but...
rules are rules.
ROARKE: You must now
make her disappear once more.
For the last time.
I understand what must be done.
Goodbye, Tim.
Read it, Mr. Potter. Read it.
[CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
-[RUMBLING] -[FINISHES CHANT]
[EXPLODES]
Well, she's gone.
Ah, but the difference
is, she has gone...
to Cleveland, Mr. Potter.
To Cleveland?
[CHUCKLES] That's right.
She'll be waiting for
you when you get home.
Mr. Roarke, what can I say?
No more spells, Mr. Potter.
From now on
stick to conjuring...
Thank you... and
card tricks, huh?
Thank you.
- You're very welcome.
- Thank you.
Very welcome, Mr. Potter.
-Julie. -Goodbye.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[MARJORIE SIGHS]
You don't seem
happy, Ms. Denton.
Didn't you enjoy your fantasy?
It was what I asked, but, oh,
I would have liked to
have known Cyrano better.
He was everything in the
world I wanted in a man.
I see.
Unfortunately, your
request didn't specify
a lasting relationship.
Well, at least I
got to know him.
It's something
that I'll treasure
for the rest of my life.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
Before you go, may I introduce
Monsieur Berandt Sabatier,
a college professor
who loves Cyrano's work
as much as you,
and wanted to
relive his last days.
- You're...
- Appearances are sometimes
deceptive, Ms. Denton,
but trust your heart.
The nose went with the role.
Do you mind?
It wouldn't have
made any difference.
Thus, my angel, plead I this,
enchant thy servant with a kiss.
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[SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
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