01x03 - Voodoo Something to Me

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Gilligan's Island". Aired: September 26, 1964 – April 17, 1967.*
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Series follows the comic adventures of seven castaways as they try to survive on an island where they are shipwrecked.
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01x03 - Voodoo Something to Me

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♪ Just sit right back ♪

♪ and you'll hear a tale ♪

♪ a tale of a fateful trip ♪

♪ that started
from this tropic port ♪

♪ aboard this tiny ship ♪

♪ the mate
was a mighty sailin' man ♪

♪ the skipper
brave and sure ♪

♪ passengers
set sail that day ♪

♪ for a -hour tour ♪

♪ a -hour tour ♪

[thunder]

♪ The weather
started getting rough ♪

♪ the tiny ship was tossed ♪

♪ if not for the courage
of the fearless crew ♪

♪ the minnow
would be lost ♪

♪ the minnow
would be lost ♪

♪ the ship set ground
on the shore of this
uncharted desert isle ♪

♪ with gilligan ♪

♪ the skipper, too ♪

♪ the millionaire ♪

♪ and his wife ♪

♪ a movie star ♪

♪ and the rest ♪

♪ are here
on gilligan's isle ♪

[snoring]

Alright, folks.
It's time.

Good evening, skipper.
Goodevening, ladies.

No cause for alarm,
gilligan.

It's just the skipper.

Always be sure
to identify yourselves
when gilligan's on watch.

He tends
to be trigger-happy.

sh**t first
and asks questions later.

Gilligan,
is everything alright?

Gilligan?

Gilligan!

Halt, or I'll sh**t!
Oh, hi, skipper.

We're terribly sorry
to wake you when you're
on sentry duty, gilligan.

Oh,
that's alright.

Alright, folks.
Flare time.

Why do we fire off
a flare every night?

We don't even know
if there's a ship
out there.

But we don't know
there isn't one, either.

Might be a freighter
or an oil tanker.

A freighter
or an oil tanker?

Ugh.

That's alright,
lovey.

We can wait for a yacht.

Skipper: Everybody,
gather over here now.

Keep your fingers crossed.

How many flares
do we have left?

About .

Everybody ready?

Stand by.

Ready...

Fire!

Now let's pray that
somebody saw our signal.

Well, if they did,
i hope they don't
come barging

in the middle
of the night
to rescue us.

I'm simply exhausted.

Yes, we haven't had
a decent night's sleep
since we got here.

I don't think
any of us have.

[Snoring]

Except gilligan.

Gilligan!

Halt,
or I'll sh**t!

Oh, hi, skipper.

Well, you folks
may as well turn in.

I'll have a talk
with our sentry,

that is if he can
stay awake long enough.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, ladies.

Gilligan, how many b*ll*ts
have you got left in that g*n?

One.
[Fires g*n]

See?

What did you want
to talk to me about,
skipper?

Gilligan, sentry duty
is a sacred trust.

You've got to keep a close
watch on the weather.
If it starts to rain,

you've got to see
that the supplies
in the hut are kept dry.

You can depend on me,
skipper.

Most important of all,

you have to keep
a constant lookout
for ships.

Aye, aye, sir.

Watch that ocean
like a hawk.

Like a hawk, sir.
If there's a ship out
there, I'll see it.

If there's
a ship out there,
it's in trouble.

The ocean's this way!

I thought that seaweed
looked awful tall.

Gilligan. Are you
really wide awake?

Wide awake, sir.

No more sleeping
on your post?

No more sleeping, sir.

Good man. I'll see you
in the morning.

In the morning, sir.
Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

[Snoring]

[Yelling]

Ahem.
Halt!

No!

Friend or foe?

Attaboy, gilligan.

Nice to see that
you're still awake
at your post.

When you told me
how important
sentry duty was,

I didn't shut my eyes
the whole night,
skipper,

not even once,
not even one little
teeny-weeny--

give me that g*n!

Can I go to bed now,
huh, skipper?

Certainly, gilligan.
You've earned a rest.

Thank you, sir.

Right after you've
chopped some wood,

cooked the breakfast,
and cleaned up the area,

I want you to take a nap,
and that's an order.

Thank you, sir.

Now let's get inside

and rustle up
some breakfast.

Thanks a lot,
gilligan.

Ooh!
Watch your head, skipper.

Hey, look.

We've been robbed.

Robbed?

Somebody broke in here
last night.

I think you're right,
skipper.

Gilligan, if you were
wide awake on your post,

how could somebody
get in the hut?

Guess they must have
picked the lock
on the back door.

There is no back door.

Oh, then they came in
through the window.

There is no window.

How about
down the chimney?

No chimney.

No back door,
there's no window,
and there's no chimney.

Skipper, looks like
we're up against
a pretty clever thief.

Gilligan!
Why don't you admit it?

You were asleep
on guard duty.

Only during the robbery.

Oh, get out of here!

Well, move!

Thanks again,
gilligan.

Now, come on.

Got to tell
the others about this.

Mary Ann:
Good morning.

Good morning, ladies.
Professor.

Skipper.
Hi.

Can I help
with breakfast?

There may not
be any breakfast.

Thanks to
sleeping beauty here,
we've been robbed.

Robbed?

Yes. Somebody broke
into the supply hut,

took our food supplies,
the flashlight,
and our flare g*n.

There's only one answer.
There must be someone else
living on the island.

You're right, professor.

Well, it could be
an animal.

You're right, ginger.

No. Flashlight
and a flare g*n?

Those things
are only useful to a man.

Well, if it were a man,
we'd have seen him
before now.

Gilligan:
You're right, Mary Ann.

It could be someone
wanted by the police,

an escaped convict
or a m*rder*r.

You're right again,
professor.

Gilligan, will you
cut that out?

Everyone can't be right.

Skipper...

What?

You're right, too.

Hey, do you really
think it was
an escaped convict?

Or a m*rder*r?

For our own safety,
i suggest we start
an immediate search.

That's a good idea,
professor. Come on, gilligan.

If we had
to get marooned
on an island,

why didn't we
pick Manhattan?

Can't I go along with
you and the professor
on the manhunt?

No, gilligan. I want you
to stay here with Mr. howell
and guard the women.

Most of all,
we've got to get
that flare g*n back.

Well, you be careful,
huh, skipper?

'Cause if it is
an escaped convict
or a vicious k*ller,

he might be dangerous.

Just between us,
gilligan,

I hope it's only
a vicious k*ller
or an escaped convict.

I'm afraid
it's something
much worse.

Something much worse?

Yes.
I think it's voodoo.

Voodoo?!

Shh. Let's not
upset the women.

Let's not upset
the men, either.

Really fantastic things
have been going on

in these waters,
gilligan,

for which there's
only one explanation.

Voodoo?

Voodoo.

Think of it.

Ever since we got
to this island,

we've had nothing
but bad luck,

one disaster
after another.

What do you think
caused it?

I thought we all
agreed it was me.

No, gilligan.
Voodoo.

Some people
think it's a silly
superstition,

but I've heard tales
that witch doctors
in these parts

can turn people
into hyenas
and baboons

and all kinds of
wild jungle animals.

Gilligan, I think
my shoe is full now.

Oh. Sorry, sir.

Thank you very much.

Evil spirits
are spawned in these
waters, gilligan,

and they cast
their black spell

over all those who
inv*de their domain.

Ready, skipper.

Oh!
Aah!

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean
to scare you.

That's alright.
I was scared already.

I think we better
be going, professor.

Uh, gilligan,
I'm leaving these
things with you.

A g*n
and a rabbit's foot.

If one doesn't work,
use the other.

Come on, professor.

But, skipper...

We don't have any b*ll*ts
for this g*n.

Well, you know that,
and I know that,

but the k*ller
won't know it.

I'm all aglow.

Golly, ginger,
am I scared.

I've never been
so frightened
in my whole life.

Neither have I.

Just think.
There may be
some strange man

loose on this island.

That's what I am
thinking.

Honey, would you
hand me my compact,
please?

What compact?

This.

Clamshell?

Yeah. Cute, huh?

I made it myself.

I had to have something
to put my makeup in.

Well, there's nothing
in there but berries.

That's right.

The red berries
are lipstick,

the blueberries
are shadow,

and the blackberries
are mascara.

Oh, honestly, ginger.

You don't seem
the least bit worried.

What's there
to worry about?

Well, suppose the man
they're looking for
turns out to be a k*ller.

Honey, if the man
they're looking for
turns out to be a man,

he can do the worrying.

Hi, gilligan.
Whoops. Stop. Stop.

Well,
what are you doing?

I just set a trap
for the prowler.

So did I.

How does
yours work?

When he comes
down the trail
to the supply hut,

his foot hits the stick,
goes into the loop, and...

You've got your man.

If it is a man.

You never know
what an evil spirit
might look like.

Evil spirit?
What are you
talking about?

Oh, nothing.
Nothing at all.

Gilligan, are you
trying to tell us
something?

I'm trying not to tell you
something.

Alright, let me
put it this way:

What is it
you're trying
not to tell us?

Please stop asking
so many questions, huh?

You'll both feel a lot safer
if you just think

there's a dangerous k*ller
loose on the island.

Now, stay away from
this area, huh, girls?

And whatever you do,
don't walk down this path

and put your foot
into this--ooh!

Help, skipper!

Gilligan!

Alright...

I won't put my foot
in that rope.

Help, skipper!

Skipper, help!

Well, that does it,
lovey.

Sturdy bit
of construction,
if I say so myself.

Thurston, what on earth
is that on your forehead?

Oh,
it looks like water.

I wonder
where it came from.

Thurston,
i know what it is.

I used to see it
on our gardener.

It's perspiration.

It is?
What can I put it in?

I've got to
send it to dad.
He'd be fascinated.

Gilligan:
Mr. and Mrs. howell!

Oh, dear. I do wish
people wouldn't drop by

without letting us know
that they're coming.

It's only gilligan,
lovey.

Yes, I know,
but everything's
in such a mess.

The place
looks like a hut.

It is a rather
crude cabana.

Come in.
Come in, boy.

I just thought
I'd check
on you folks.

Hey,
what's that?

Well, we thought
with a prowler
in the neighborhood

we'd better not
take any chances,

so thurston
put up these bars.

That's what we need--
some neighborhood bars.

Oh, thurston,
you are a devil.

Yeah, I come up with them
under pressure.

Skipper: Gilligan!

Hey,
that's the skipper.

I better go see
what he found out.

Oh, dash it all!

What is it, dear?

I forgot to show him
my perspiration.

Ohh.

I wonder if i
could do it again.

Skipper! Skipper,
where are you?

Over here,
gilligan.

Where?

Right here, gilligan.

I see you've
found my trap.

Yes, I did.

Works pretty good,
huh?

Works fine.
Works just fine.

Oh, good.
It had me
pretty worried.

I didn't think it was
gonna work at all.

You don't have
to worry about
the trap, gilligan.

You don't have to
worry about anything...

Until I get down
out of here!

Now get me down
out of here!

Yes, sir.

Don't salute me!
Get me down from here!

[Grunting]

[Yelling]

[Grunting]

[Yelling]

[Yelling]

The k*ller.

Voodoo.

No b*ll*ts.

Help.

[Yelling]

Help.

[Screeching]

Help!

Help! Help!

What is it?
A m-m-m-m--

a monster! A monster!

Will you get hold
of yourself?

A monster in the hut?

Yeah. Go get him.

We'll investigate.

You ready,
professor?

Careful. Careful.
Careful.

You got him.

Gilligan, whatever it was
that att*cked you is gone.

You must have
been dreaming.

No, no.
No dreaming!

Aah!

What happened?

Tell us.

All of a sudden,
a monster, feet tall,

came out of nowhere,
and he att*cked me.

And he had long arms
and claws

and big yellow teeth.

And I kept hitting him,
and it bounced off him.

And his arms,
they're like steel,

and they started
to squeeze me
and squeeze me.

I don't know how I did it,
but I broke loose.

Ginger,
isn't he marvelous?

Now, hear this,
professor.

I had some doubts before,
but now I'm positive
i know what it is.

If you've been
sailing these waters
as long as I have,

you'd be positive, too.

It's voodoo.

Voodoo?

Oh, come now, skipper,
I'm a science teacher.

You can't ask me
to believe in a thing
like voodoo.

I knew a sailor once
that said that
to a witch doctor,

and they never
saw him again.

Aw, skipper.
Oh, I'm not through yet.

They never
saw the sailor again,

but the next day
in his hammock,
they found a parrot.

The parrot kept saying
over and over again,

" - - - - - ."

That was the sailor's
serial number.

Well, I'm through now.

Think I'm through, too.

Gilligan!

Professor,
it's getting
kind of late.

Why don't we
call off the search
and go back to camp?


Because the flare g*n
is our only chance
to be rescued.

Gilligan, only a coward
would quit at a time
like this.

Oh. Well, would it
be alright
for the cowards

to quit
and go back to camp?

All this talk about voodoo
and witchcraft is ridiculous.

Whatever you saw last night,
there is a simple,
logical explanation for it.

Probably nothing more
than a monster.

Gilligan,
there is no such thing
as a monster.

Will you believe that?
I'll try, sir.

I know what
I'm talking about.

The only place you'll
ever find a monster
is in your mind.

And the supply hut.

You know, I think
we could cover more
ground if we split up.

I'll go this way,
and you go that way.

Wait a minute, professor.
Why don't we just

kind of stay together
and kind of go this way?

Gilligan, you're suffering
from anxieties activated
in your subconscious

by a traumatic experience
last night,

resulting in
withdrawal syndromes.

Do you know
what that means?

I'm chicken.

You see what's off
in that direction,

and I'll meet you
back at camp.

Ah, wait a m-m-m-m...

[Whistling]

Whoa!

[Yelling]

[Yelling]

What's the big Blaze
about, skipper?
It's hot enough.

Nothing like a good fire
to keep the bugs away.

Bugs?

Mosquitoes, moths...
Zombies, vampires.

I saw a picture called
the land of the vampires
once.

They didn't build a fire
to chase away the monsters.

They hung up pieces
of wolfsbane.

Wolfsbane?

That's Hollywood for you.

Any fool knows that
wolfsbane's only used
against werewolves.

It was
a very good picture.

Well, maybe so, but a glaring
mistake like that

makes the whole picture
unbelievable.

I guess you're right,
skipper.

Gee, you were in
the land of the vampires,

weren't you, ginger?

No. I was up
for a part,

but I was
the wrong
blood type.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi, professor.
Did you find anything?

No. I must have
walked miles.
Didn't see a thing.

Where's gilligan?

I thought
he'd be here.

I was lost
for the last
couple of hours.

Golly, do you suppose
that's what's happened
to gilligan?

I don't know.

Well, maybe we better look for
him before it gets too late.

You're right, professor.
That poor kid will never
find his way back here.

Tell you what,
we'll split up
into groups.

You and the girls
go out this way.

I'll get the howells
and send them out
that way.

Gilligan and i
will go right--

a monkey?

What's he doing
in gilligan's clothes?

It's voodoo.

They've changed gilligan
into a monkey.

Speak to me,
little buddy,
speak to me.

That's not gilligan.
That's a chimp.

It's happened.

I should never have let him
go into the jungle.

That's not gilligan,
skipper.

Of course not.

Voodoo is just a lot of
superstitious nonsense.

Oh, it is, huh?

Well, I bet gilligan
has a different story
to tell.

[Grunting]

Oh, don't try
to talk now,
gilligan.

You've been
through too much.

Oh, skipper.

There you are.

I've been
waiting
all afternoon

for that bamboo
you promised me.

[Grunting]

What's that monkey
doing here?

Now, just a minute,
young fella.

What are you doing
in gilligan's clothes?

[Grunting]

Mr. howell, it's voodoo.

Good heavens.

Well, some witch doctor
will have his license
revoked for this.

Black magic,
i tell you--

please, Mr. howell,
if you don't mind,

I'd like to have
a minute alone with
my little buddy here.

Yes, but--
please.

Well...I...

Gilligan...

You want to get
in my lap? Alright.

If you're more
comfortable that way.

Gilligan, I know it's gonna be
hard for you

to adjust to this
new way of life,

but if you're
half the man that
i think you are,

I know you'll
come through
with flying colors.

I just can't bear
to see you
in those clothes.

Gilligan.

You know,
besides the fact--

these clothes,
you won't need them,
in this condition.

We'll give up the sea.

[Screeching]

Oh, gilligan.
Let me tell ya,

I'm gonna make you happy
the rest of the days
of your life.

We'll...We'll
get an apartment,

one that takes monkeys.

And I tell you what...

I'll be your crew,
and you can be
the skipper.

Gilligan!

Gilligan,
wait a minute!

I didn't mean
to hurt your feelings.

Gilligan, come back!

Wait!

Gilligan!
Come back!

Wait a minute,
little buddy!

Ooh!

Ow.

Oh.

Skipper?

Skip--

oh, what happened, huh?

It's voodoo.

You were right.

Rather not
talk about it, huh?

And you found
the flare g*n, huh?

Yeah, look. I found all
the rest of the stuff
that was stolen, huh?

Well, you can check it
if you like.

Did you tell them
back at camp
what happened yet?

Huh? How about
that professor?

Won't you have
a laugh on him

when he sees you've been
turned into a monkey?

Oh, no, skipper,
i wasn't laughing at you.

I--i wasn't laughing
at you, skipper.

No, skipper.
I wasn't laughing at you.

Skipper?

Skipper!

Gilligan.
Skipper!

Gilligan!
Gilligan! Ooh!

The monster!
Help! The monster!

Let go of me!
Let go!

Help!

Gilligan,
you're alright.

So are you.

I guess that spell
doesn't last, huh?

Looks like it doesn't.

Lucky for us the witch doctor
turned out to be a quack.

Oh, gilligan,
this is the happiest
moment of my life.

I want you to know
that every word I said,
i meant.

Could you really
understand me,
little buddy?

Not exactly. Could you
understand me?

Well, not everything,
but--

well, come on,
let's tell the others
about it.

Mr. howell:
Don't panic.

Lovey,
it is not a holdup.

We were
in the jungle--

hey, it's a chimp.

Careful. It's got
the flare g*n.
Give it back.

Don't scare him. If we lose that
g*n, we can't use the flares.

I'll get it.
Get behind me.
Get behind me.

I'll get it.
I'll get it...

'Cause you're
my little pal,
aren't you?

Huh, little pal?

Don't point it--no.

[Screeching]

Stop laughing.
It's not funny.
I want the g*n.

Come on,
throw me the g*n.

What do you mean, no?

Come on,
give me the g*n.

Skipper, throw me
a banana, huh?

Yeah. Ready?

I'll give it to you.
You give me the g*n.

I'll give you
the banana, see?

If you give me the g*n,

I'll give you
the banana.

Here we are.
Here's the banana.

Now you give me the g*n.

Give me the g*n.

I got it!

Good going!

Good thinking!

I hope
it still works.

Oh, sure it does. See?

Oh! Don't pull the...

Trigger.

The flares
are in there!

Oh, I'll save 'em!

Wait, gilligan!
It's too late!

Ginger: Ooh.
Ooh, gilligan.

Oh, don't go in there,
gilligan.

Well, at least we know
the flare g*n works.

Oh...
Oh...
Oh...

Gilligan!

How lovely.

Simply charming,
girls,

I must say.
A luau.

Ladies,
it looks
beautiful.

Thank you.
Just sit right here, darling.

I'll be
right over here.

Oh, dazzling.

[Screeching]

Hey, gilligan,
where are you?

Hey, what's
the big idea?

Well, maybe we should
keep it this way.

You seem to like me
better as a chimp.

Oh...
Oh...
Oh...

Gilligan.

Come on over here.

Tell him, skipper.

Gilligan,
i want you to know
that you're forgiven.

I may spout off at you,
but you're at the top
of the list with me.

Skipper, you don't know
how much that means
to me,

coming from a man
I'll always look up to.

You mean that,
little buddy?

You really
will always
look up to me?

Way up.

Gilligan,
get me down.
Gilligan.

♪ Now, this is the tale
of our castaways ♪

♪ they're here
for a long, long time ♪

♪ they'll have to make
the best of things ♪

♪ it's an uphill climb ♪

♪ the first mate
and his skipper, too ♪

♪ will do their very best ♪

♪ to make the others
comfortable ♪

♪ in their tropic
island nest ♪

♪ no phones, no lights ♪

♪ no motorcars ♪

♪ not a single luxury ♪

♪ like Robinson crusoe ♪

♪ it's primitive as can be ♪

♪ so join us here
each week, my friends ♪

♪ you're sure
to get a smile ♪

♪ for stranded
castaways ♪

♪ here on
gilligan's isle ♪
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