[♪♪♪♪♪]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.
- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Morning, Julie.
-Where Tattoo? -Uh, sleeping in.
Mrs. Parnel's
fantasy ran much later
- than expected last night.
- Mrs. Parnel.
Well she's the elderly lady
who had the fantasy to
be Cinderella, isn't she?
Yes. Unfortunately,
Prince Charming destroyed
the pumpkin coach.
Oh. I'm sorry. How did
he manage to do that?
Well, it appears
that Prince Charming
smashed Cinderella's
pumpkin coach
because he, Prince
Charming, was also smashed.
Shall we go, Julie?
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
JULIE: That's Dolores
DeMercia, the famous guitarist.
You have a good eye, Julie.
What's her fantasy?
- ROARKE: To meet El Lobo Rojo.
- JULIE: The Red Wolf?
The Robin Hood
of Old California?
Right. Therefore, she
is determined to go back
to those swashbuckling days
and assist in the fight
against cruelty and oppression.
-Good for her. -Admirable, yes.
ROARKE: Unhappily Ms.
DeMercia will be placing her life
in great jeopardy.
JULIE: There he
is, Charlie Atkins.
ROARKE: Yes, Julie.
Your very own
fantasy to fulfill.
And all the way
from Sioux City, Iowa.
Oh, thank you for giving
me the chance, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, nonsense. You've
worked very hard
and therefore deserve
to handle a fantasy. Yes.
ROARKE: By the way, just
what is Mr. Atkins' fantasy, Julie?
JULIE: Like many small
men who've been bullied,
his fantasy is...
to be the strongest
man in the world.
Oh, excellent.
There are millions of
males the world over
who have nurtured
the same dream.
Uh, Julie, you are
totally confident
that you can execute
this fantasy, aren't you?
No, no, no, no...
What I mean is, when a
person such as Mr. Atkins
tries to be something he's not,
the results can often
be quite, uh, devastating.
I'm well aware of the
pitfalls, Mr. Roarke,
and I'll be very careful.
ROARKE: Well, then. So be it.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
DOLORES: Although,
I was born in Spain,
I have traced my
family tree back
to my great, great,
great grandmama,
Conchita Dolores Arguello
Ortego Berra de Sanchez.
She was the niece of
the Governor of California
when California was still
a Spanish possession.
He was a very
greedy and cruel man.
And she married a
caballero called Don Rafael.
But I suspect he may
have been El Lobo,
because all my life I have...
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
- Ants in her pants.
- DOLORES: Yes! All my life,
I have felt this
need, this passion...
Yes! Passion is the word!
To help the dog that is under.
- Uh, the underdog.
- Oh, right. Right.
But only nowadays, you know.
Please. Please, Ms. DeMercia.
You have convinced
me that you are convinced
that the blood of El Lobo
Rojo flows in your veins.
Oh, yes. Ever since
I was a little girl,
he has been my hero. My hero.
What a man. Wow! What
a man. I have his costume.
I even learn how to ride and...
-[GASPS] -...Fence, like him.
[LAUGHS] That wonderful.
My dear Senorita,
your carriage awaits.
Looks like it has awaited
me a very, very long time.
-May I help you? -Oh, well, yes.
Thank you very much.
Adios.
Hey, vamonos a
la aventura. Yahoo!
Adios.
"Nuestra Senora La
Rena de Los Angeles."
"Our lady, the
Queen of the Angels."
El Pueblo.
Ay, caramba! The
village of Los Angeles.
[MAN YELLING IN SPANISH]
-[WHIP CRACKING] -[GRUNTING]
CHARLIE: I'm a
pushover. I've got no guts.
If only I could be stronger.
We will do our best, Mr. Atkins.
Oh, uh, excuse me, uh,
Julie will do her best.
You see, she in charge of
your fantasy, more or less.
-Oh. -Oh, yes.
This particular potion...
has never failed
to provide the user
with the strength you
so desperately long for,
Mr. Atkins.
Mr. Roarke.
That was supposed to be my line.
Oh, so it was.
Forgive me, Julie.
I'm so accustomed
to... You understand.
You better sit down.
Bottoms up, Mr. Atkins.
You are about to become
the world's strongest man.
Here goes something.
[OTHER-WORLDLY NOISES]
Quick. Tell me, how do you feel?
The same.
I suggest that you go back
to your bungalow, lie down.
Then when you wake
up, enjoy the new you.
Thank you, Julie. I'll do that.
I, uh...
No harm, Mr. Atkins. No harm.
Well, Mr. Roarke.
I really pulled it off.
And Mr. Atkins
also pulled it off.
How did he do that?
Very simply. You made him
the strongest man in the world.
But I didn't mean to
make him strong-strong.
Like in muscles. I
meant inner strength.
My dear young lady, if
you meant inner strength,
why didn't you
specify inner strength?
There is a great
deal of difference
between inner strength
and outer strength.
[SIGHS] Oh, I really
goofed, didn't I?
Well, let's put it this way.
You have just unleashed
a walking time b*mb
on Fantasy Island.
Therefore, I suggest
that you get busy
and do everything
possible to defuse it.
Twenty lashes.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Excuse me.
What this old man have done?
He couldn't afford
to pay his taxes.
What? Twenty lashes for that?
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
This is barbaric.
You! You are the mayor.
Why don't you do something?
And you must be
right off the ship.
Or you would know
that the Governor
- is a vicious brute.
- Where is your leader?
-Leader? -Yes, your leader.
El Lobo Rojo.
He hasn't been seen or heard
from in more than a month.
The Governor and his
men say that he is dead.
Dead?
No, no, no. It can't be.
A saber in his right side.
He probably is not alive now.
No. No, no.
This is terrible. What
will happen to his people?
If El Lobo Rojo is dead,
then I must protect the people.
Your Excellency.
I demand that you release
that man immediately.
And who are you, Senorita?
La Dona Dolores Maria
Gutierrez de los Perales,
Santana Roman Guerra
de la Ino Jose DeMercia.
I can tell.
And I am Captain Juan Arguello,
Commander of the Garrison.
I have heard a
great deal about you.
I have heard nothing of you.
What are you doing here?
Oh...
I am on a special tour.
I bring greetings from
the Royal Court of Madrid.
Would you like me
to inform his Majesty
that his holiday
has been defiled?
JUAN: I am afraid she
is correct, Excellency.
Today is the day
of the King's saint.
GOVERNOR: In that case...
-Release the prisoner. -[GASPS]
[JUAN YELLING IN SPANISH]
[PEOPLE MUTTERING EXCITEDLY]
Gracias.
I admire your spirit, Senorita.
We shall continue this
conversation inside,
-please. -Oh, thank you.
Sunday go home and
when you get some free time
come back and we'll do it right.
WILLIE: Hey, Julie!
Hiya, honey. Boy,
am I desperate.
You know who I
borrowed the money from
to promote this
wrestling match, don't ya?
Willie, I told you
not to go to him.
What'd I do wrong?
I had a great idea.
A wrestling card
for Fantasy Island.
Hey, Willie. Who ya
gonna get for me to wrestle?
King Kong or Godzilla?
[LAUGHING]
If I don't find someone
for Sampson to fight,
he's gonna k*ll me.
[YAWNS]
If that guy can
wrestle, I'm off the hook.
[SIGHS]
GOVERNOR: Do you
play the harpsichord?
Oh. Not the harpsichord.
But I play the guitar,
your Excellency.
Oh. In that case, Senorita,
you will stay with us.
Oh?
I will arrange a fiesta in
your honor tomorrow evening.
Would you be so kind
as to perform for us?
I shall be delighted, Senores.
Marissa will, uh, show
you to the guest room.
Marissa, you take
care of Dona Dolores.
-Senores. -BOTH: Senorita.
Strange, very strange
that I have received no letter
telling me she was coming.
Well, it is not
unusual for the mail
to go astray, Excellency.
Ships are lost are sea.
All the same, Captain.
Between now and tomorrow evening
I want you to find out
everything you can about her.
And I do hope
she's not another spy
sent by the Royal Treasury.
But if she is,
I will k*ll her.
With regret,
but I will k*ll her.
Look, Willie. I never
wrestled in my life.
Will you trust me, kid?
You're gonna have
a whole new career.
Hey, Willie.
-Where's your new boy? -Here.
Where?
Oh, Charlie. This
is Carrie Wilson.
She handles publicity
for the Garden.
-Name? -Charlie Atkins.
-Charlie-Horse Atkinsky. -What?
Where did you wrestle last?
No place, uh, I'm a guest.
Willie asked me
to do him a favor
and I'm still thinking it over.
You're putting an amateur
in against Sampson?
Now, Carrie, you just
give him a buildup, huh?
You're the greatest,
Carrie, you're the greatest.
You are the greatest.
So tell me about
yourself, Charlie-Horse.
What do you do for a living?
Um, greeting cards, um,
calendars, cookbooks.
And this is your fantasy? To
be broken in two by Sampson.
[LAUGHS] Hey, you're pretty.
Let me tell you the whole
story over a cup of coffee.
I know the whole story.
Willie needed an
opponent for Sampson,
and he couldn't get anyone.
Because Sampson
is a k*ller in the ring.
And then you came along
and your fantasy is
to die a horrible death.
[GRUNTING] Take it off. Ugh!
Thanks, friend. [COUGHS]
- Well, Carrie, what'd I tell ya?
- He did it with mirrors.
If I stand up to Sampson,
will you let me buy you coffee?
You'll change your
mind. I know you will.
Set up the match, Willie.
I'm wrestling Sampson.
SERGEANT: All taxation
has been collected,
your Excellency.
Very well, Sergeant. Dismissed.
And close the doors.
Don't turn around.
The money.
Cover your eyes.
Come.
Come.
Go. Move. The chair. Sit down.
Give me your hand. Your hand.
Now, if you want to live...
stay.
Don't move.
Stay. Stay.
[URGING HORSE]
Captain!
-Captain. -I'm here!
Untie me.
- Go after him.
- After whom, Excellency?
El Lobo Rojo, he
was here in this room.
El... Rojo?
-Go after him. -Si, si.
JUAN: Sargento!
El Lobo Rojo is back.
[BOTH GRUNT]
Uh, Mr. Atkins?
Hi. You two coming
to my wrestling match?
Well, that is not what, uh,
Julie had in mind
for your fantasy.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, please don't
worry, Mr. Roarke.
I can put down that
Sampson in nothing flat.
Will you please put
that barbell down?
You could injure yourself.
[SIGHS]
I could never lift weights.
That potion of yours must have
a lot of side benefits. [LAUGHS]
They may not be benefits at all.
Mr. Roarke, I'm okay. Really.
But, Mr. Atkins,
you have consented
to step onto a wrestling mat
with Sampson Smith?
Why, he could easily maim you.
How? Julie says I'm
the world strongest man.
Watch.
[GRUNTS]
Sampson, Sampson. I'm worried.
You lose to this nobody,
your career is over.
You won't be able to draw
an audience with a pencil.
[GRUNTS]
Just let me get
some of that stuff
we used once, huh?
You could rub it in his face
two minutes into the match,
he's got a broken body.
ROARKE: Mr. Atkins,
this is madness.
I don't, uh, we don't even know
how long this potion's
effects will last.
You could lose your
strength at any given moment.
Please stop worrying
about me, Mr. Roarke.
From now on I'm not walking
away from anything or anybody.
Well.
What do you think
of your client now?
Well, you know, at
first I was worried.
But now,
I feel great.
Boy, when I handle a
fantasy, I handle a fantasy.
Things really happen.
DOLORES: The tax money, senores.
- To be returned to the people.
- Ah, it was you.
You broke into the
Governor's residence
last night. Not El Lobo.
May God bless you, my child.
May God bless El Lobo.
And I hope you
are right, Father.
I hope he is still alive.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Captain Arguello, he
already suspects me
- of supporting the rebels.
- It's better that you
-not be seen with us. -Okay.
Sister. Sister Louisa.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Captain Arguello.
What brings you
all the way out here?
I might well ask the
same of you. And you.
We are tending one
of my flock, very ill.
Probably contagious.
I would not go in
there if I were you.
Ah, but you are not me, Padre.
Sister, one moment.
Sister, I am very troubled. I
must speak with someone.
Do you know who I am?
Yes, you are the
Commander of the Garrison.
That is correct.
Captain! The Governor
wants to see you immediately.
Is something wrong, Sergeant?
You were supposed to
report to him today, Sir.
About the senorita
who arrived from Madrid.
Ah, yes. I had forgotten.
Strange I was not able to
learn anything about her.
Perhaps you know of her, Sister.
La Dona Dolores
Maria DeMercia, huh?
She's a good woman, Captain.
Maybe a little bit impulsive.
Impulsive? [LAUGHS]
Well, that is no crime.
However, his
Excellency, the Governor,
would not approve
of her consorting
with a seditious priest
and a rebellious mayor.
Or posing as a holy sister.
So if La Dona Maria
hopes to see El Lobo alive,
she must present herself
at my quarters in one hour.
And convince me
of her warm devotion.
Una hora.
[JUAN LAUGHS]
You heard him. In his
quarters in one hour.
Put more k*ller in his face,
you know what I mean?
Okay.
[WHISTLING] Hi.
Hello.
Hmm, you got that look again.
Look, let's spend some
time together, we could talk.
Get to know each other.
I know all about you.
You sell greeting cards.
- I'm in distribution.
- [SMOOCHES]
[GASPS] Charlie, we
barely know each other.
What'd you do that for?
I don't know. Maybe
it's because I love you,
or it could be the potion.
-Potion! -[LAUGHS]
That's it. You're a junkie, I
knew you were on something.
Hey, just kidding.
Look...
I don't want to get
involved with a...
-A criminal. -Me, a criminal?
I never committed
a crime in my life.
You are about to commit su1c1de.
That's a crime and that
makes you a criminal.
Do you care?
But how can you?
I don't know how I can.
But I do care and
I don't wanna care.
Charlie, you're a sweet guy.
However, I can
also read your eyes.
And you have something to prove.
And I just shed too many tears
for too many guys in my life.
[SIGHS]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Ah, Senorita.
You are early.
Let's get it over with.
Dona Dolores.
Since the first moment
I put my eyes on you,
I knew you were special.
You and I are going
to do wonderful,
wild things together.
What kind of wild
and wonderful things
do you have in mind?
All my life...
I have waited for
someone like you.
Not only beautiful,
but with the courage to
do what you did last night.
Wait, what did I did last night?
You masqueraded as El Lobo,
tied up that duke
with a certain bandana
and stole the tax money.
[CHUCKLES] No. I
didn't did that. Nope.
[EXHALES]
The scent of this
bandana is very unique.
It comes from Spain.
As does the only woman I
have ever known to use it.
You have a very good nose.
DOLORES: What? No.
Please let me go. No!
Don't touch me. No. Please.
-Please. -[GRIMACES IN PAIN]
Ah!
VINCENT: A saber
in his right side.
You.
Oh, my goodness.
I'm sorry. Oh, I'm
sorry. Juan. Oh, Juan.
Now I know why El Lobo
hasn't been seen for weeks.
Oh, Juan.
He has been on the injured list.
You, you are El Lobo Rojo.
DOLORES: My hero. My
man. The great liberator.
Yes, I was. And I
hope to be again.
[DOLORES SCREAMING]
Juan! Juan, Juan.
SERGEANT: Don't worry.
That is the name we'll
put on your tombstone,
Captain.
ROARKE: Well, you're right,
your fantasy was
not very special.
But your openness,
your honesty, was.
Special indeed.
That is why I am
granting you the fantasy
you are now experiencing.
-Experiencing? -Yes.
I asked to meet a plain,
simple, decent guy.
So that I'd know what it's like.
So I'd have some
frame of reference
and when I go back home...
maybe I'd meet someone.
The only thing that's
happened to me so far is...
[MAN GRUNTS]
Oh! Oh, no.
Charlie Atkins? He's
my fantasy lover?
Don't you like him?
Sure, he's a great guy.
Super.
But he's also bad news.
Oh, no, Mr. Roarke.
Not Charlie Atkins.
Not even for a weekend, please?
Could it possibly be that
you do not wish to see
Mr. Atkins get hurt?
Mr. Roarke,
you obviously cannot
grant my fantasy.
So I'm going home
on the next plane out.
Ms. Wilson, I am going
to be extremely frank.
I could try to discourage
him from fighting.
However, in his
case, as in yours,
I cannot alter a fantasy
once it has begun.
The consequences,
whatever they may be...
are inevitable.
I'm sorry.
The penalty for
high treason is death.
No. No, no, you cannot do that.
You know, Dona Dolores,
I always felt the Governor
should be married.
So the choice is yours.
Marry me.
Or I hang the Captain
immediately and publicly.
No, Dolores. Do not listen.
Juan. Juan, listen to me.
Where there is
life, there is hope.
I hope.
Yes, oh, yes. I accept.
The ceremony will
take place immediately
after your recital my dear.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
[MATCH BELL RINGING]
Julie, you don't
understand. This man is my...
Your responsibility!
You can't...
I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke,
but Charlie-Horse just
won't be talked out of it.
So, I've decided to help him.
Mr. Atkins.
Hawk the Island, Mr. Roarke.
Put the whole bundle on me,
you'd be able to
buy a continent.
Now, I ask you once again...
Look, just tell me. Is she here?
No. I'm sorry. Mr. Atkins...
Look, thank you for
worrying about me.
[MATCH BELL RINGS]
WILLIE: Ladies and
gentlemen, the main event.
"Slayer" Sampson, who has
demolished opponents,
most of whom wound
up in the hospital,
versus Charlie "Horse" Atkinsky!
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
Ms. Wilson is not
coming, Mr. Atkins.
She's leaving Fantasy
Island this afternoon.
Too bad. She's going
to miss a good match.
See what I mean?
[CHEERING]
You lose this and
it's downhill from here.
Don't worry.
Okay. Okay. Rub this in
his eyes and we got him.
[MATCH BELL RINGS]
CHARLIE: I can't see!
Charlie, get the... Your eye!
ROARKE: Open
your eyes, Ms. Wilson.
Don't be afraid
to see the truth.
Come on, Charlie, show
him what you can do.
Carrie, you came back!
Yeah, just call me crazy.
[GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
All right, Charlie!
CHARLIE: This isn't my game.
I don't wanna hurt this guy.
[CROWD APPLAUDING, CHEERING]
Hold it.
But he quit. I took him.
I told you I could do it.
You're through. He has something
you've never had
and never will have.
Class.
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
CARRIE: He really has class.
Did you send for us?
Yes. I have a plan.
But I need your help.
[WHISPERING IN SPANISH]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
I know you're all most
anxious to hear our new guest
from Madrid perform.
So without any further ado,
I give you Dona
Dolores Maria DeMercia.
[APPLAUDS]
[PLAYS FLAMENCO MUSIC]
Open up.
No one is to see the prisoner.
You have your job to
do, Sergeant, I have mine.
And yours to string his neck.
Mine, to hear his
last confession.
[GRUMBLING]
-[THUDS] -[GRUNTS]
[APPLAUDING]
Father Vincent, let us proceed
with the wedding ceremony.
Uh, yes. But, uh,
perhaps another song
fitting for this
auspicious occasion?
Let us proceed with
the wedding. Now.
As you wish.
Damas y caballeros, we
are gathered here today
to join these two
children of God...
in the holy bond of matrimony.
JUAN: Wrong.
There will be no wedding.
Juan!
Excellency.
Everyone, remain where you are.
[STRAINING]
[GROANS]
[YELLING IN SPANISH]
-Now, I got you. -[SCREAMS]
[YELLING IN SPANISH]
Ole!
Congratulations. You win.
Now I'm expecting
you to leave for Spain.
Naming Captain
Arguello your successor.
ROARKE: Your fantasy is over.
You've received
your money's worth
after all, Ms. DeMercia.
Two Lobos, for the price of one.
Oh, I'm sorry, Julie. I
just couldn't hurt him.
Oh, don't apologize, Charlie.
You're just not a k*ller.
You're a gentleman.
Julie's right, Mr. Atkins.
You are also a winner.
That's what you are.
And I agree. Shake.
[LAUGHS]
Is that the strongest
you can grip my hand?
Yeah.
Mr. Roarke! His
strength, it's gone.
Yes, Julie.
Mr. Atkins knew that I...
That you had no
way of predicting
when the strength
would leave his muscles.
I'm sorry, Mr. Atkins.
CARRIE: Charlie, may I come in?
No! Don't let her
see me. She'll know.
Just one moment, Ms. Wilson.
- Just tell her it's my fault.
- I don't wanna see her.
Just tell her that you
looked in my eyes
and saw a guy with
guts. It was a fake.
Oh, on the contrary.
You came here hoping to learn
how to stand up to men
who took advantage of you.
Didn't you? Well.
Sure. As long as the
freak potion lasted.
I disagree. Oh, the
potion was a mistake.
I hate to keep
mentioning that, Julie.
But it placed you in a
fantasy beyond anything
I... Julie had planned.
And it was wonderful.
You stood up to
that man in the ring,
and despite what he did to you,
you ignored the
taunts of the crowd
and refused to harm him.
Why, that took incredible
inner strength, Mr. Atkins.
No potion could
ever give that to you.
Please come in, Ms. Wilson.
No potion could ever
do that either, Mr. Roarke.
Indeed. Some things
are inevitable, Julie.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Gracias.
Ay, amigos. I have a
confession to make.
- What is that?
- When I came here,
I was thinking about
giving up my music.
But you know what?
I have learned that
my guitar sometimes
can be mightier than the sword.
You lift people up,
just as El Lobo Rojo did.
Now I know he was real.
- And he won his fight.
- With your help.
And I will win mine, with his.
Adios, Senor Roarke.
Muchas, muchas gracias.
- You're very welcome.
- Muchas, muchas gracias.
What a great fantasy. [SHRIEKS]
-Adios. -Adios.
Mr. Atkins, I understand you
tried to fly out before dawn?
That right, Mr. Roarke. I
can't wait to get back home
and start my rise to the top.
Thank you, Julie.
I hope all your future
mistakes are great ones.
[ALL LAUGHING]
Yes, Julie did manage
to turn potential disaster
into victory, didn't she?
Thank you, both.
And you, Ms. Wilson.
Good luck in your search.
No luck necessary, Mr. Roarke.
My search just ended.
Well, congratulations,
Mr. Atkins.
- Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
- Goodbye, Sir.
- Bye, bye. Thank you.
- Goodbye, Ms. Wilson.
-Bye, bye. -Thank you.
Face it, Mr. Roarke,
I'm pretty good at
arranging fantasies.
Even when I goof.
Julie, will you
please do me a favor?
Oh, certainly, Mr. Roarke. What?
Stop fantasizing.
[♪♪♪♪♪]