[♪♪♪♪♪]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
"While his father,
The Prince..."
[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]
-Bye-bye. -ALL: Bye.
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
JULIE: Mr. Roarke, wait for me!
[CAR ENGINE ROARING]
- [WIND BLOWING]
- [SEAGULLS CAWING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Roarke!
Are you there?
Yes, Captain!
You have permission
to come ashore!
Seven more years
have passed, Roarke.
Again I bid welcome to
Captain Heinrich Van Hortman,
wanderer of the seven seas.
The legendary Flying Dutchman.
- What can I do for you, Captain?
- Give me a fantasy, Roarke.
A fantasy of my own.
One that will free
me of my curse
of endless wandering.
Only love can lift
your curse, Captain.
Is it then your
fantasy to find love?
Yes. For God's
sake, help me, man!
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
Smile. Smile. Smiles, everyone!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Ms. Laura Myles from
Terre Haute, Indiana.
Test your powers
of deduction, Julie.
What can you tell me about her?
Hmm.
-She's successful. -Very.
A self-made president
of her own company.
JULIE: Very sharp, stylish.
I'd guess...
- The clothing business.
- Excellent, Julie, excellent.
She's a designer with
her own line of leisurewear.
I bet her fantasy
is to find love.
It is her fantasy to meet
a different type of man,
old-fashioned
and self-reliant...
yet with dash and flair.
Do you have the kind of
man she wants, Mr. Roarke?
Oh, indeed I do, Julie.
Unfortunately, he is
one whose fantasy is also
to find love for
his special need,
which may require
Ms. Myles to be willing
to make an ultimate
commitment...
and sacrifice.
Mr. Ronald Price and his wife
Elaine from Humboldt, Nebraska.
Mr. Price, who is a youth
welfare worker by profession,
is working to fulfill his dream
of creating a wonderful,
free home for orphans.
Oh, well, that's an
easy one to guess.
His fantasy is to
have you help him.
Close, but it's actually
Mrs. Price's fantasy
that her husband be
granted whatever it takes
for him to accomplish
his unselfish goal.
However,
- there is one complication.
- A tough one, Mr. Roarke?
Very tough indeed.
You see, Mr. Price suffers
from a lack of self-confidence.
His last chance to raise
the necessary funds
are to convince
Mr. J.D. Stoneman to
finance the entire project.
You mean the J.D.
Stoneman you told me about?
- Yes.
- Well, from what you told me,
he's the world's
original skinflint tightwad.
-Yes. -Lots of luck.
Yes, we will need luck...
and some very...
very special assistance.
My dear guests...
I am Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
JULIE: Is he really
the Flying Dutchman?
Oh, yes, Julie.
He is and was
Captain Van Hortman
of the Royal Holland Navy.
What was his crime?
Frustrated by
headwinds in his pursuit
of the Spanish fleet
around Cape Horn...
he defied the heavens
and God himself...
for denying the victory
he felt belonged to him.
For this blasphemy,
he was condemned
to endlessly repeat that voyage
and to always
fail in his attempt
to sail around Cape Horn
against the stormy seas.
I can be released,
can't I, Mr. Roarke?
Yes.
Once each seven years,
the Captain is allowed
to leave his ship
for two short days
to search for a woman's love...
a supreme love which
will cancel out his debt
and set him free.
Oh, finally.
To sail around that cursed
cape and find peace at last.
I think many women could
fall in love with you, Captain.
What?
Totally?
Sacrificially? To the death?
In years, I
haven't found her.
But I will.
This time I will,
won't I, Roarke?
We shall see, Captain.
-We shall see. -[♪♪♪♪♪]
Mr. Roarke, wait, please.
Why can't I go with you?
I am sorry, Julie,
but as I explained,
the assistant I need to help
Mrs. Price realize her fantasy
is very special and requires...
a great delicacy of approach.
Why do I get the feeling
you're holding out on me?
I have no idea.
Good luck.
Thank you. Uh,
you are not thinking of
following me, of course.
-Who, me? -Yes.
-Good. -[♪♪♪♪♪]
As long as you are here...
you may as well satisfy
your female curiosity, Julie.
- I uncrossed my heart.
- So I see.
Now, please, complete silence.
[RINGING]
Hello, Roarke.
It's been a long,
long time, hasn't it?
Much too long.
Oh, you have never met
my assistant, uh, Julie.
Julie.
May I present Miss Harbinger,
who has come to provide
the special
assistance I mentioned.
Hello, Julie.
Mr. Roarke, she's...
she's like an angel.
So, you see, Mrs. Price,
uh, Miss Harbinger's
long background of
outstanding accomplishment
in, um, sales work
of the highest order
will be an invaluable aid
in preparing your husband
for his interview
with Mr. Stoneman.
I am sure you must know
what you're doing, Mr. Roarke.
And Miss Harbinger
is more than...
charming.
But is charm all
it's going to take?
This fantasy took
our last dollar,
and this is Ron's
very last chance.
Any goal of value
takes more than mere
charm, Mrs. Price.
It will take great confidence
and assurance in himself
on the part of your husband.
And that is precisely
where Miss Harbinger can be
of the greatest
assistance to him.
I'm delighted that I can help.
Oh, uh...
By the way, where
is your husband?
Mr. Stoneman wouldn't
talk to him on the telephone,
so Ron's sending him a telegram
asking for an appointment.
Oh, I see.
- Do you think he'll get it?
- Oh, I'm certain he will.
In the end, Mr. Stoneman
always accepts an appointment.
Saying no in person is his
only source of amusement,
-so I'm told. -Oh.
Honey.
Here's a copy of the
telegram I just wrote.
He can't refuse it.
It's full of civility and...
-Mr. Price? -Oh, hi, Mr. Roarke.
Excuse me, uh, may I
present your new assistant...
Miss Harbinger.
I'm so looking forward to
working with you, Mr. Price.
Me, too.
I... I mean, thank you.
Yes, well, I suggest the three
of you consult immediately
on the most appropriate strategy
of presenting your proposal.
Uh, perhaps a study
of Mr. Stoneman's
psychological profile,
which I can produce...
will be helpful.
Ron, don't you think
Mr. Roarke's suggestion
is a good one?
What? Oh, no.
No, let's stand here. Later.
MS. MYLES: Well, I
hope you don't think
I'm pushing things,
but, uh, the...
gentleman of my fantasy,
when will I meet
him, Mr. Roarke?
Soon, Ms. Myles. Soon.
Will I like him?
I don't mean to
sound cynical, but...
Well, I'm used to high
hopes and low turnoffs.
Oh, you could write a
whole opera about this man.
What?
What Julie means is...
As you wished,
the Captain will
be very different
from the type of man to
whom you're accustomed.
Captain? Is he in the navy?
[GIGGLING] Oh,
you could say that.
Please, Mr. Roarke.
You wouldn't stick me with
some sailor on shore leave.
That's not what I'm
accustomed to in men.
It's not what I want, either.
Now come on, what
does he do for a living?
I can tell you no more
about him at this time.
Any mystery about himself...
I'll leave it to him to
tell you, if he chooses.
Ms. Laura Myles, may I present
Captain Heinrich Van Hortman.
Captain.
My great pleasure, madam.
Laura, please.
Well, forgive me. My
etiquette may be a little rusty.
I don't have much opportunity
to meet and talk to...
beautiful ladies.
You're doing just fine.
Oh, uh, if you won't
take offense, I...
I brought you a present.
Oh! It's beautiful.
Spanish, th
century. I believe.
Oh, Captain, I
really can't accept
this present from you.
It'd please me very
much if you would.
Roarke, uh, perhaps,
you'll put it on her, eh?
That should be your
pleasure, Captain.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, you seem to
be getting on well,
so, uh, if you'll excuse us.
Julie.
Nothing like a
, -dollar necklace
to get a girl's attention.
I bet she falls
in love with him.
He must try to make that happen
before he can ask
her to marry him.
Naturally.
Ah, but there is more
to it than that, Julie.
Marriage would
free him of his curse
and let him finally find peace,
but only if she would be willing
to die for him
before the wedding.
Die? Well, Mr. Roarke,
shouldn't we warn her?
ROARKE: The
captain's a tortured man.
He must soon tell her the truth.
Always before, that
confession has cost him
the love he so
desperately needs.
Come, Julie.
If I could only make this
Stoneman see with my eyes,
see the faces of those kids.
But to tell you the truth,
I'm so afraid of failure
that I'm... I'm scared
to death of him.
He can't be that bad.
Oh, yeah? Have you read
this profile Mr. Roarke gave us?
This guy's a Scrooge,
Fagin, Shylock
rolled up all into
one sour, old lemon.
Honey, I've seen
you squeeze the juice
out of old lemons before.
Elaine's right.
All you have to
do is concentrate
on all the wonderful
things that money can do.
Think of what you
can accomplish,
and then, without fear
or doubt, make it happen.
-Believe I can do it? -Yes.
Think of yourself as perfect.
Perfect.
You must make
the ultimate effort.
That's very important.
I'm... I'm trying.
I'm trying.
Ron, I don't think the
self-hypnosis approach
is a good idea.
Wait. Wait, I... I can feel it.
I can feel it.
Yes.
Yes. I can do it!
I can do it. I can do
it. Oh, I know I can.
Miss Harbinger, thank you.
Your idea was perfect.
Wasn't it, Elaine?
Oh, yeah.
-Perfect. -[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Hello?
Oh, yes.
Oh, uh, yes. Thank you,
yes. I'll tell him. Thank you.
Ron, that was, uh,
Mr. Stoneman's secretary.
He wants to see you
tonight at eight o' clock.
- It's all coming together.
- Uh-huh.
Oh, thank you, Miss Harbinger.
Thank you! Thank you!
You're fantastic.
[SIGHS] I love the sea.
Since it seems to
be your business,
- I guess you do, too.
- [HORSE NEIGHS]
Sometimes.
Oh, you dream
of a sea like this.
Calm, the water
warm and caressing.
But as in life, there
are other seas.
Less inviting.
Always dark.
Always cold and set against you.
The bitter wind
forever in your face.
But we're here now.
[SIGHS]
So we are.
So we are.
What Mr. Roarke calls
a picnic would be a meal
in a three-star
restaurant anywhere else.
Oh, he does things
well, this Mr. Roarke.
-Wine? -Thank you.
Tell me about yourself.
No, I'd rather hear about you.
You know, you're very beautiful.
I'm surprised
there's not some...
some special man in your life.
You mean why did
I have to come here
and have Mr. Roarke
arrange our meeting?
Something like that.
Oh, there have been men,
just not the ones I wanted.
I was married once.
He was a nice kid.
We were both
building a business,
and it got in the way.
Do you really want to hear this?
Yes.
Well, there were a few others.
More because I felt I should
than because I really wanted to.
There's only one
on the edge now.
Bill Baines.
Another nice guy.
Stockbroker, jogs a lot,
good at what he does.
Feels a bit too
proprietary about me but,
he's usually fun to be around.
But you're not in love with him.
He's in love with me.
I know that shouldn't
make any difference, but...
it does a little.
Well, that's it.
Now I want to hear about you.
This is the only
thing I want to say.
Mr. Stoneman will see you now.
Oh, thank you.
Uh, this way, please.
[STEAM HISSING]
You like tropical plants?
Oh. Oh, yes, Sir.
I love... I love 'em.
Well, I hate 'em myself,
but it's the only thing
that'll grow in here.
I have a rare blood condition.
I have to keep things hot.
Still I'm freezing all the time.
It's a damn nuisance.
[STEAM HISSING]
You'd be amazed, Mr. Price,
how similar plant
life is to human life.
Same law of the jungle.
Creepers, suckers, strange
blooms in dark corners.
It's disgusting.
I froze for years
making my money in
the Alaskan oil fields,
and look at me now.
Oh, to hell with it. What
do you want my money for?
Well, Sir, it's not for myself.
I'd like to say that
right out in front.
Well, that only convinces
me you're a damn fool.
What do you want my money for?
It's for a bunch of kids.
Homeless, kicked-around kids
that have no one
to fight for 'em.
One-O-One, I thought
it was a little chilly.
I'm a youth welfare worker.
I could buy a piece
of farmland, good land.
It'll produce.
I could build houses,
barns, barracks, everything.
And the kids will help make
it into a paying operation.
The answer is no, Mr. Price.
I could give you
some background,
tell you about the kids.
Uh, I've got the
facts, the figures.
Oh, I've heard the facts and
figures over and over again.
Four or five times a year.
Same facts, same figures.
My answer's always
the same, too.
No! No! No!
Please be sure
you shut the door.
[STEAM HISSING]
This way, Sir.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Hi, Julie.
Good evening,
Captain, Ms. Myles.
Can I get you anything?
At this moment, I think I
have everything I want.
[CAPTAIN LAUGHS]
Mr. Roarke.
My name is Baines, Bill Baines.
I'm looking for Laura Myles.
Her office told me she'd
come to Fantasy Island.
Oh, yes. Yeah, Mr. Baines.
She's, uh, seated
right over there.
- Have a nice evening.
- Thank you.
Hello, Laura.
-Bill. -I want to talk to you.
Captain Hortman,
this is my, uh,
friend, Bill Baines.
My pleasure.
I want to talk to you now.
- Would you like to be alone?
- No.
Yes, we do want to be alone.
Let her go.
It's all right. I can handle it.
Stay out of this, fella.
You're just a weekend
romance, but I care about her.
We have something
personal to settle.
[PEOPLE GASP]
ROARKE: Captain!
That's enough.
What is the matter with you?
I told you I could handle it.
I'm sorry, I couldn't.
Let him go, Ms. Myles.
Mr. Roarke, why
would he do that?
Certainly not
because he loves me.
Only he can answer
that, Ms. Myles.
[GROANS]
I'm sorry if I hurt him.
It wasn't necessary.
Do you love me?
Laura...
Look into my eyes.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[WIND BLOWING]
- Is that what you want from me?
- No.
Look deeper.
That's what I want for us.
Will you marry me?
Yes.
CAPTAIN: She loves me, Roarke.
She told me so last night.
- She said she'll marry me.
- I see.
Have you told her who you are?
Not yet.
I'm sorry, but you
know that is required.
Well, I will, I will.
But, Roarke, think of it.
To be free, to be at peace,
it's almost in my grasp.
You say she loves you.
Do you love her?
That, too, is required.
Yes, by heaven, I do,
totally and completely.
Then, you must ask
her if she is willing
to give up her life for
the sake of your love.
No, Roarke, not again.
You've got to help me, please.
You know I can't.
I don't know why these
conditions exist for you,
but they do.
They cannot be altered.
Then I need time. I need
some time to think it out.
You don't have that, either.
The man you hurt
is in the hospital.
The island police are
looking for you right now.
Well, then, it's useless.
No hope.
I'm doomed for all eternity.
When do I have to leave?
Before the day is over.
I will send Ms. Myles to you.
I don't need any
more hurt, Roarke.
You made her love you,
and she therefore
has the right to know.
I was so sure when I
went to see Mr. Stoneman.
I knew I could sell him.
But then in that greenhouse,
somehow everything
just seemed to melt away,
- including me.
- But you tried, Ron.
That was an absolutely
necessary step,
and you did your very best.
It wasn't enough.
I let the kids down. I let
Elaine and myself down.
But most of all, I let you down.
No, Ron. I'm proud of you.
You conquered your
fear and you tried.
You know, it's strange...
but whenever I'm with you,
I feel like I could take on
the whole world and win.
That's very flattering,
but you don't need me.
-All you need is to... -I know.
Think of myself as perfect.
When you're the one
that's really perfect.
Almost, but not quite.
[KNOCKING]
Captain?
Yes, I'm here.
Just listen to me.
Later on you can ask Mr. Roarke.
He'll tell you
that it's all true.
This uniform is
me. It's what I am.
My name is Heinrich Van
Hortman. I was born in .
I have always been known
as the Flying Dutchman.
Many years ago, I was
condemned to a great task...
and the only way I
could be set free...
to be at peace...
would be for a woman to love me.
A woman willing to give
up her life to marry me.
Are you asking me to
do that, to give up my life?
No, no, my darling, I love you.
Even if you agreed,
I could not do that.
Give me time to think.
It's time.
Always cursed time!
Either an eternity of it
or the last few minutes
slipping through your fingers.
Mr. Roarke said there is
no time left for me, for us.
And he was right.
Goodbye, my love.
Goodbye.
All your Miss Harbinger did
was give Ron a stupid pep talk
about how perfect he was,
and he went flying off on
a pink cloud and blew it.
He blew his big
chance, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, now come, Mrs. Price.
I'm sure things are not
as dark as you paint them.
Dark? They're black.
Mr. Stoneman wouldn't
even listen to him.
Hmm.
Have you consulted
Miss Harbinger?
Ron is doing that.
He barely spoke to me and
ran off for her to comfort him
as fast as his legs
could carry him.
Correct me if I
am wrong, but, uh,
do I detect just a little
trace of jealousy, Mrs. Price?
-Of her? -Yes.
Why... why should I be jealous
of somebody absolutely
stunningly gorgeous
who has my husband
crawling around
on his hands and knees after her
as if she was some kind of...
angel?
I assure you
everything will work out.
-Yeah? -Yes.
But for... for who?
This fantasy isn't at all the
way I thought it would be.
The only thing
fantastic so far is her.
Oh, look, Mr. Roarke, I
know how I must sound...
but all I care about
is my husband
and his dream for those kids.
Well, I... I've seen things
you wouldn't believe.
I've gone into places that
would tear your heart out.
He cares, Mr. Roarke...
and he deserves
help from somebody.
You can give him
that help, Mrs. Price,
just as well as she can.
-Me? -Yes, you can.
Go to him now.
Tell him you love him.
Tell him to try again.
I will. [SNIFFLES]
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
-Oh. Thank you. -Yes.
- [CLEARS THROAT]
- Uh, we were just talking.
You'll get your
money and your farm.
Just wait and see.
I hope she knows
something that we don't.
I know something.
I love you, Ron Price.
And we're not giving up.
I want you to make
another appointment
with Mr. Stoneman.
Mr. Stoneman doesn't
want to talk to me.
Oh, come on, honey.
We're gonna send
him another telegram,
and we're gonna make
another appointment.
I've got an idea.
He'll be all right.
-Hi. -Hello.
Your friend is strong as a bull.
Laura...
I always thought we
could make it together.
I felt I was right for you.
I guess that's what
makes horse races.
Differences of opinion, I mean.
We could have had a good life.
Not very exciting maybe,
but it's what I wanted.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
If you really think that
guy's right for you...
that's good enough for me.
Thanks, Bill.
Where's the captain?
Mr. Roarke is saying
goodbye to him at the lagoon.
Ms. Myles, I
think it's too late.
I've got to see him.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
This is disgusting.
Miss Harbinger, Sir.
This is a great
imposition, young lady.
I told my manservant to
make no appointments.
I said that I wanted to be...
What did you say your name was?
Miss Harbinger.
You somehow seem familiar.
Have you ever been to Alaska?
Oh, yes. Many times.
That must be it, then.
Brewster! Brewster!
Brewster, bring something
for this young lady
to sit upon, and
bring her a nice drink,
and turn that damn...
I'm sorry... thermostat down.
[CHUCKLES]
Thank you, but I'm
very comfortable.
As a matter of fact, I'm
quite impervious to heat.
Brewster, did you hear that?
My God, so am I. [CHUCKLES]
And now, then,
how much money did
you want, Miss Harbinger?
Strange you should
mention money.
But I knew you were a
generous, kind, and loving man
the instant I saw you here
among your marvelous plants.
You're a very
discerning young woman.
And very beautiful,
too. Very beautiful.
I have a friend.
He has such wonderful plans
to provide a country
home for orphans.
Well, splendid. That's
all I need to hear.
- I like it!
- [CHUCKLES] I knew you would.
It would require...
at least two million dollars.
Make it three,
for contingencies.
Uh, what is your
young friend's name?
-Ronald Price. -Oh, I know him!
A splendid young man, splendid.
You just send him to me,
and we'll draw up the papers.
All the happiness you will
give will return to you five score.
Thank you, Mr. Stoneman.
Goodbye, my friend. I'll
not come this way again.
-Goodbye, Captain. -Wait!
Oh, I'm going with you!
No. I'll not let you
sacrifice your life for me!
But don't you see?
Without you, I
will have no life.
Roarke, I don't want her to die.
Talk some sense to her, please.
Perhaps it is time I spoke
sense to both of you.
There is no need for her to die.
But the curse
stipulates she has to die
in order to share my love.
I beg to differ
with you, Captain.
The curse stipulates
that a woman must
be willing to die
as a measure of her love.
Well, don't you see?
"Willing to" are the key words.
And I am totally willing.
She doesn't have to die?
And I've sailed the endless
storm-tossed seas for years...
- searching for you.
- Yes, my darling.
And now I am here forever.
Once again, goodbye, old friend.
Now there'll be no need for
me to come this way again,
-will there? -No.
No. Goodbye, Captain, Ms. Myles.
Thanks, Mr. Roarke, Julie.
Bon voyage.
What happens now?
The Flying Dutchman will now
round Cape Horn at long last.
Will they be happy, Mr. Roarke?
Oh, yes, Julie.
They both shared
the fantasy to find love.
Now that they have...
they will live
happily ever after.
ELAINE: Now... Now, don't
forget what we discussed.
Don't give him a
chance to say no.
-Right. -Right.
Hit him fast and hard
with our idea up front.
I'm not afraid. I
have no doubts.
-Right. -No doubts.
Just listen to me, Sir.
I want to show you these
plans for the children's farm.
The J.D. Stoneman's
Children's Farm.
That's right, Sir.
Named after you, its benefactor.
A ranch where hundreds
of neglected boys
and girls could...
I can hear, young
man. I can hear you.
It's a marvelous
idea! Marvelous!
We'll make it five
million dollars!
Damn... Excuse me.
Inflation is robbing
us all, you know!
It seems as if there was
someone I wanted you to meet.
Brewster, Brewster, will
you turn down that thermostat!
Do you want to
suffocate these people?
My God, it's hot in here!
I'm hot.
I'm burning up.
I'm cured! I'm cured!
You should have
seen him, Mr. Roarke.
It was miraculous the way Ron
overwhelmed Mr. Stoneman.
I couldn't believe it myself.
But I couldn't have done
it without Elaine's support,
pep talks, and
most of all, her love.
[BELL RINGING]
Yes, uh, love is
the most important
ingredient of all, isn't it?
I think Elaine's
idea of calling it
the J.D. Stoneman's Children's
Farm is what really did it.
-Aw, honey. -[BELL RINGING]
Uh, more champagne
here. Will you excuse me?
Of course, Mr. Roarke.
I was afraid you had
already gone on to other work.
And not say goodbye
to you? Oh, no, Roarke.
You have performed well,
as always.
They have already forgotten you.
Sometimes I wish I could
stay just for a little while.
It would be so nice
to walk with you...
talk like we used to...
once upon a time,
when the world was very young
and we were young with it.
Adieu, Roarke.
Adieu.
[CLINKS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Mr. and Mrs. Price, I
understand the plans
for your children's
farm are all completed.
Yes. Mr. Stoneman already
made the deal on the land.
Isn't that wonderful?
Wonderful? It's unbelievable.
Ever since J.D. came out of
that green steam room of his,
he's been a dynamo.
How can we ever
thank you, Mr. Roarke?
By you and your husband
continuing in your
good work, Mrs. Price.
By bringing happiness,
as I know you will,
to all those children.
[BELL RINGING]
Hey, I... I thought I
heard a bell ringing.
- That's odd. So did I.
- I didn't hear anything.
- Thanks again, Mr. Roarke.
- You're welcome, Mrs. Price.
-Thank you. -Mr. Price, goodbye.
We really did hear
a bell, didn't we?
Possibly, Julie. Possibly
a very special bell.
Or it could have
been merely the echo
of an old and distant memory.
On the other hand, perhaps,
you heard only the bell
around the neck of
your friend over there.
[BELL RINGING]
Pricilla. So it was
you all the time.
Perhaps, Julie.
Perhaps.
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