[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL TOLLS]
The plane. The plane.
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
ROARKE: Let's go.
Smiles, everyone. Smile.
[BAND PLAYS]
TATTOO: Oh, boy.
Here comes a real wimp.
I am not positive what you
mean by the word "wimp," Tattoo.
But if it indicates
total inadequacy
in dealing with members
of the female sex, then yes,
Mr. Stanley Hocker
of Steubenville, Ohio,
is indeed a, uh, what is that?
-Wimp. -ROARKE: A wimp.
What's his fantasy, boss?
Mr. Hocker wishes to
transform his blushes, fumbles
and stumbles into
what he considers to be
the ultimate figure
of male dominance.
His fantasy is to be...
a gigolo.
Good luck, boss.
Yes, yes.
His fantasy may...
May be somewhat of a
challenge. [CLEARS THROAT]
Miss Lorraine Peters,
a very successful
attorney and criminologist.
- Criminologist?
- And the gentleman with her
is Mr. Robert West,
her law partner.
TATTOO: She's a
lawyer? What a waste.
Miss Peters has evolved a theory
which she believes
solves the identity
of the infamous
Whitechapel m*rder*r.
You mean, Jack the Ripper?
Precisely, Tattoo.
Her fantasy is
to go back in time
to London of , so
she can prove her theory,
in order to incorporate it
in a book she's
writing on the subject.
But, boss, she could end
up to be one of his victims.
That thought has
occurred to me also, Tattoo.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
ROARKE: Please sit down, Hocker.
You know, it's quite normal
for inexperienced men
to be apprehensive
about meeting women.
Perhaps you could
solve your problem
by simply learning to relax.
To trust your
natural personality.
[CHUCKLES] What personality?
In school, my class voted me
the man most likely to
be forgotten. [CHUCKLES]
Now, Mr. Roarke, let's
face it, the only way
I'm gonna make out with
the girls is with your help.
Very well, Mr. Hocker.
This is a very...
rare painting of an
th century nobleman
known to the world as, Don Juan.
The world's greatest lover.
Yes. Uh, some say that, um,
his romantic power
was derived by magic,
through an ancient gold bracelet
forged by a sorcerer whose
name is lost in the mists of legend.
Well, uh, this bracelet?
- In the painting?
- ROARKE: No, Mr. Hocker...
the bracelet on your wrist.
Please notice the delicacy
and the intricacy of the design.
Then it's the same?
With the same power, Mr. Hocker.
You are now eminently qualified
to attract women in profusion.
Is that all there is to
it? Just the bracelet?
Look in the mirror.
[SIGHING]
[LAUGHS]
I'm not a turkey anymore.
I'm a hunk.
Indeed.
Oh, our, uh, hotel and lounge
here on the north
shore of the island
are very popular
with the ladies.
An excellent testing
ground for your new skills.
The day is young and
filled with beautiful women.
And I'm gonna give
all of them a chance...
at the new me.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
- Good evening, handsome.
- MAVIS: All alone?
Uh, why, yes.
Oh, then, can we
buy you a drink?
Oh, I'd be delighted.
[CHUCKLES] I bet you could
make John Travolta look sick.
- Come on.
- Well. [CHUCKLES] Well.
My, my, such naked
interest, darling.
Somebody special from your past?
Uh, no, no.
Just someone I'd like to make
very special in my present.
- Excuse me, but haven't we met?
- [SCOFFS] Ciao, honey.
Now, now, now,
ladies, let's be civilized.
I promise there's enough
of me to go around.
Why don't we just...
Oh, you don't mind, uh...
-Call me Monty. -STANLEY: Monty.
- Right. No, I don't mind.
- Oh, good.
Sit down, ladies. Sit down.
Uh, more champagne!
- Your best year, please.
- Yes, sir.
STANLEY: And keep it coming.
Oh, join the party,
ladies. [CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Excuse me. -Hello.
I'm Helga. What was
your name, again?
Uh, Stanley.
- Well, I'm Terry, darling.
- STANLEY: Terry.
Hi. I'm Lana.
- Oh, you sure are.
- LANA: Mm-hmm.
-I'm Mavis. -Huh. Pretty name.
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
Mr. Roarke, what
about my fantasy?
When will it begin?
It's a very difficult
fantasy, Miss Peters.
I would even say a
most dangerous one.
Especially when
you're so pretty.
Jack the Ripper didn't
like pretty ladies at all.
[SIGHS] I'm aware
of the dangers, Tattoo.
I've been researching
my book for years.
I know Jack the Ripper k*lled
girls of the
streets, prostitutes.
All I need is proof.
Proof that I can only
get by going back
to that exact period of time.
I know who Jack the Ripper was.
Which could put you
in even greater danger.
For your own sake, I must
urge you to reconsider.
[SIGHS] Mr. Roarke,
don't you see?
I've solved the world's
greatest m*rder mystery.
Please let me prove it.
- I insist. I don't think...
- LORRAINE: Please, Mr. Roarke.
Please.
Very well, Miss Peters.
Very well.
Will you come this way, please?
This is a very special
door, Miss Peters.
It can be caused to
open into the past.
I warn you,
this door is the only means
by which you can return here.
So it is vital you note its
precise, precise location...
after you step through.
I will.
Uh, but first I want
to change my clothes.
I brought some things I
thought might be appropriate.
Very well.
And, um...
Good luck, Miss Peters.
Thank you.
[BELL TOLLING]
[BELL TOLLING]
[BELL TOLLING]
ROARKE: This is a very
special door, Miss Peters.
It can be caused to
open into the past.
This door is the only means
by which you can return here.
So it is vital you note
its precise location
after you step through.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[LORRAINE GASPS]
This is my street, deary.
And you'll get off it if you
know what's good for you.
I'm sorry. I was
just passing by.
Try the embankment.
They ain't so particular there.
Hello, deary. Looking
for company tonight?
[MUFFLED SCREAM]
MAN: I have the remedy
for all your ills, harlot!
[SCREAMING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Your check, Sir.
-Stanley, darling, -Mm-hmm.
I saw the other girls give you
the keys to their bungalows.
-Oh, no... -No.
- Don't try to deny it.
- [CHUCKLES]
Why not the best...
first?
[CHUCKLES] Uh, what
about your boyfriend?
Monty? He's just
someone I, uh, met.
Don't be too long.
Good night, Stanley.
See you soon.
Bye-bye.
Well, I guess the party's over.
MONTY: Or just beginning.
You do have quite a
collection of keys, I believe.
Uh, look, about Helga...
Oh, I just met her
tonight, old chap.
- Fire your best shot.
- [CHUCKLES]
-All right. -Your check, Sir.
Huh?
Seven hundred and
thirty-eight dollars?
Oh, my gosh! That's... I... I...
Oh, Mr. Roarke?
Uh, Sir?
Sir?
Mr. Roarke, am
I glad to see you.
-Oh? -Yes. There's been a...
A slight misunderstanding
about the check.
-The check? -Yes.
Well, I... I thought
the ladies would...
Well, you know, I
mean, after all, they were
swarming like bees
around a hive. [CHUCKLES]
I mean, I am a gigolo.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Hocker,
but it's your responsibility
to make arrangements with
your lady friends in advance
if you expect them
to pay your expenses.
Um...
I have provided you
with the attractiveness
and the charm
which you requested, have I not?
Well, underwriting your
expenditures is definitely
not part of your fantasy.
And I was just getting
to the fantastic part.
MONTY: Stanley...
please, allow me.
Seven thirty-eight.
One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven
and . There you are.
-Thank you, Sir. -Oh. [LAUGHS]
Oh, thanks. I mean,
thank you! [LAUGHS]
Well, all is well that ends
well, right, Mr. Roarke?
I sincerely hope so, Mr. Hocker.
- Will you excuse me?
- Yeah. [SCOFFS]
Oh, boy, you got me
out of a tight spot there.
- I'll pay you back. I mean that.
- The money doesn't matter.
But you might be
able to do me a favor.
You see, you do have
the charm, old boy.
More than anybody I've
seen in my profession.
What you lack, of course,
is the business sense. But,
- I can teach you that.
- Well, what profession?
[CHUCKLES] The
archaic term is gigolo.
Really? [LAUGHS]
Now everything makes sense!
Boy, am I lucky I met you!
Well, wai... What do
you want me to do?
[CHUCKLES] Well, simply enjoy
the gifts of womanhood, old boy.
Especially those of a very
attractive, Miss DeWinter.
Who, by the way,
will be expecting you
by the hotel swimming pool
tomorrow morning, ten o'clock?
-I'll be there. -Good.
-Bon soir, chappie. -Yeah.
Huh? Yeah, good night.
[GIGGLES]
[BELL TOLLING]
-[BELL RINGING] -[DOOR CLOSES]
-Is Dr. Fell in? -No, he ain't.
And he don't take
appointments this hour either.
Well, it's very important.
He asked me to
wait if he wasn't in.
[SCOFFS] Well,
you can wait in
his office, deary.
It ain't the time of day a
decent woman is out and about.
[SCOFFS] Don't be surprised
if the doctor throws you out.
He don't hold with street trash.
LORRAINE: "For every
year of my father's shame
and of my degradation,
another harlot shall die.
Tonight shall be
the fifth." It's him.
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
WOMAN: I was talking
to her not an hour ago.
Well, the Ripper did
his usual job, he did.
It's number four and
the coppers do nothing!
WOMAN: Oh,
which of us'll be next?
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
OFFICER: All right,
all right, get away!
Anybody know this poor girl?
Speak up! Any of
you see a stranger,
or any suspicious
character lurking about?
- MAN: Haven't seen anybody.
- OFFICER: All right.
You'll all have to come down
to the station house anyway
and give a statement.
Every one of you.
[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]
[PHONE RINGING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
No, the boss is not here.
You want me to approve the menu?
Sure. No problem.
Yeah, I'll be there right
away. Okay. Goodbye.
[PHONE RINGING]
MAN: Hello?
[CAR APPROACHING]
♪ What is this place?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Uh, you wouldn't
be Miss DeWinter?
Well, that depends,
uh, you would be, um...
Stanley.
Yes, Stanley, of
course. Bon vivant.
Man about town.
Professional heartbreaker.
Well, I aim to please.
Well, I'm afraid I'm
not the Miss DeWinter
that you should be aiming at.
- Aunt Jessie? Stanley's here.
- Oh.
Charming.
Did they tell you I'm
an old-fashioned girl
who likes to rumba, Stanley?
After all, for
dollars a day,
I expect to have my
dance card filled. Agreed?
Well, of course, Miss DeWinter.
Oh, my God! Call me Jessie.
I know the escort
service only gives you
a percentage of the fee,
but if we get along the
way I think we're going to,
I can be very generous,
I promise. Deal?
-Deal. -MONTY: Hi.
I hope I'm not late.
DINA: Oh, of course
you're not, Monty.
MONTY: Miss
DeWinter. Hi, Stanley.
Well, I'm not
much for picnicking,
but what do you say we
get this one on the road.
Uh, aunt Jessie, I don't think
Monty and I need a chaperone.
Now, little girl, I
promised your mother
I'm gonna look after you, and
look after you I'm gonna do.
If you gentlemen will excuse
us, we'll get into something
a little more appropriate
for picnicking.
We'll see you in a minute.
-See you later. -All right.
What's going on here?
And why are you
impersonating an unmade bed?
It's very simple, old boy.
You see, the escort service
assigned me to Jessie.
Then I met Dina, and a
whole new future opened up.
So I never really told them
who I was. [CHUCKLES]
You, of all people, should
understand that Dina
is a gigolo's dream.
She's young, she's beautiful,
she's susceptible
and very, very rich.
In short, Dina is a pushover
and I intend to push very hard.
Oh, and I keep Aunt
Jessie so charmed
that she doesn't have
time to get in the way, huh?
Dear boy, Aunt Jessie
is a career in herself
and even richer than Dina.
Do you know what you are, Monty?
-What? -A money-grubbing creep.
Look,
if you don't want to
go through with this,
then pay me my money
and get the hell out.
I'll find somebody
else to take your place.
I don't know who I
dislike more, you or me.
TATTOO: But, boss, who
would wear a cape like this
on Fantasy Island?
Miss Peters, we were
worried about you.
Would you believe I
spent the whole night
in a police station?
- In a police station?
- LORRAINE: Yes.
But I got everything
I need. It's all here.
Letters, documents,
family papers, diaries.
Look, here's a letter.
It shows that Albert Fell
was abandoned by his mother
when he was just a little boy.
She became a prost*tute
and she was blackmailing
his father, for years.
Just to keep the secret.
A terrible tragedy for a child.
Yes. The final blow,
came on the day of
Albert Fell's graduation
from medical school.
When his father could
no longer bear the shame,
he committed su1c1de.
But he left that letter of
explanation for his son.
It's all there, the
whole sordid story.
You do seem to have
established a motive.
Yes, but there's more.
Look, this diary,
describing his hatred of
his mother and of all women.
And the last entry in the diary,
"For every year of
my father's shame
and of my degradation,
another harlot shall die.
Tonight will be the fifth."
It appears you have
indeed proven your case
beyond any doubt, Miss Peters.
The frightening thing is
that I saw that fifth victim.
I even spoke with her.
I might even have seen him.
But I... I was so shocked and...
Well, a man brushed by
me. I hardly noticed him,
but he was carrying
a doctor's bag.
Did he, uh, wear a hat?
And, uh...
a cape, like this?
I am very much afraid
that Jack the Ripper
found your gateway back
here and is at this very moment
loose on Fantasy Island.
Oh, Mr. Roarke...
he might k*ll someone.
And it would be my fault.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[YELPING] -What's the matter?
I, uh... [CHUCKLES]
It's an old polo injury.
-Oh! -It always acts up
-when I'm enjoying myself. -Oh.
Uh, say, you... you
could practice with Monty,
just till the pain goes away.
Oh, now darling,
you go right over there
and take it very easy.
Monty! Come here,
darling! Rumba lesson time.
-Me? -JESSIE: Come to mama!
Come on!
- I don't know how.
- I'll teach you.
Well, I'll give it a try.
Now, wait a minute.
Uh, Dina, I don't
know how to say this...
-Then don't. -Huh?
Wait, wait, wait,
it's about Monty.
He's not what you think he is.
I mean, you're a
very special girl.
[SCOFFS] Look, Stanley, please,
you're not the
type for this pitch.
No, it's not a pitch.
Oh, come on. Where
have I heard that before?
You know, I've had it up
to here with men like you.
Men who make careers
out of poor little rich girls.
-I don't. -Oh, come on.
You know, I have had at least a
dozen marriage proposals from men
who were all variations of you.
Men who never really saw me.
Just my bank account.
W... That's what I'm trying
to tell you about Monty.
And you are special.
- You're so beautiful.
- [DINA SIGHS]
Look, Stanley, please,
will you just stop this?
This is the first time
that a nice, sweet man
has ever really cared
about me for myself.
That's just the point.
Now, will you listen to me,
- Dina, please?
- Will you stop it?
Now, I mean it! I've asked
you, just please leave me alone!
Stay away from me!
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
Oh, here's a pretty one. I
think I'll wear this tonight.
It shows I'm available. [LAUGHS]
LONI: I've never seen
so many pretty flowers.
[BOTH LAUGH]
LONI: Isn't that beautiful?
MALANA: Oh, that
one's so beautiful.
I love it. It's beautiful.
- Oh, I love it.
- Oh, I see another one.
LONI: Okay.
Look at this flower.
Oh!
TATTOO: Loni! Malana!
- LONI: Oh, hi, Tattoo.
- MALANA: Hi, Tattoo.
What are you
doing here all alone?
We're just picking
flowers for the tables.
The boss wants
everyone next to the hotel.
Come on, I'll take
you back home.
LONI: Okay. We can
pick some on the way back.
MALANA: Okay.
STANLEY: Look, you've just
gotta do something to help me.
ROARKE: I'm sorry,
Mr. Hocker, but I have no right
to interfere with Miss
DeWinter's choice of a husband.
Why don't you just
tell her about him?
She won't listen to me.
And I can't blame
her. I mean, look at me.
Mr. Smooth and
his magic bracelet.
So you've discovered
a woman is not,
after all, an object
to be simply used, but
is quite possibly a person
with unique qualities
and sensibilities, huh?
I deserve that, Mr. Roarke.
But it was just a
fantasy with me.
It... it's a reality with Monty
and I'm not gonna
let him hurt her.
If she won't talk to you,
how are you gonna stop him?
I'll think of a way.
You're right, Mr. Roarke.
We are... each of us...
unique.
We've just got to learn to
make the most of what we've got.
And I'm gonna start
right now... from scratch.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I've got a debt to settle.
ROBERT: I think we should
go back, talk to Mr. Roarke
and call this whole thing off!
LORRAINE: Bob,
don't you understand?
We can't call it off.
My fantasy has become a
reality. And it's my responsibility.
I know who Jack
the Ripper really is.
ROBERT: And by now,
he knows who you are.
Your book isn't
worth dying for, is it?
LORRAINE: Oh, come on, Bob.
You know, this is the first time
that we have spent together
alone by mutual consent.
Yes.
You've always been very
clever about that, haven't you?
LORRAINE: We're
not gonna fight, are we?
ROBERT: No! It's just that...
You know, I think I
like you better this way.
[LORRAINE SCREAMS]
Help me! Somebody help!
[EXCLAIMS]
Help!
-Help! -Lorraine!
[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]
WOMAN: Hurry.
Help! Help!
[MAN GRUNTING]
- WOMAN : Where is he going?
- WOMAN : I don't know.
[SLOW DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]
Dear ones, if ever two people
looked made for each other,
-it's you. -[MONTY LAUGHS]
Is that my guardian aunt
talking or the champagne?
- Well, either way, she's right.
- Of course I'm right.
I now pronounce
you officially engaged.
Which gives me an idea.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have
an announcement to make.
STANLEY: I have
something I want to say, too.
JESSIE: Well, where
did you disappear to?
And what happened
to your savoir-fare?
Here's dollars, Monty.
Stanley, I... I'm warning you...
STANLEY: That
was the payoff price
for taking Jessie off
your hands, wasn't it?
- MONTY: Stanley...
- What kind of drivel is this?
I came to you under false
pretenses, Miss DeWinter.
The escort you
paid for isn't me.
-It's Monty. -You're lying.
I'm sorry, Dina. Check
the escort service.
- Take your money, old boy.
- Why, you rotten...
[SCREAMING]
[GROANS]
Confidentially, I don't
think you're worth a day,
old boy.
That was cut rate, you
amateur. I get a thousand.
STANLEY: Dina? Dina?
Well, you certainly
got what you deserved.
But you know what? I like you.
Come and have some
champagne, you beautiful hunk.
[GROANING]
Uh-uh, wait for mama.
Look, I... I could
sleep on your sofa.
Mm-hmm. We'd get
a lot of rest that way.
Lorraine,
after all this crazy
business is over, maybe...
Maybe.
- Keep the door locked.
- Okay, I will.
[SCREAMS]
-[WHIMPERS] -You are younger
- than the others...
- [LORRAINE WHIMPERS]
but you flaunt your evil
body with even less shame.
You don't understand
what has happened.
But we are going back to
that strange doorway, woman.
Back to Whitechapel...
along with what
you stole from me.
No one will ever know
what happened to you.
- When I've finished you...
- [WHIMPERS]
I shall return here.
It's safe...
At least for me.
Oh, Lord, I was
born out of time.
There is so much work
I can accomplish here.
Hide yourself.
You're all the same.
You use your sex to
tempt and degrade me.
How I loathe you all.
[LORRAINE WHIMPERS]
[GASPS, WHIMPERS]
[GROANS]
[GASPING]
[GROANS]
Please, Mr. Roarke, help me!
Mr. Roarke! Help me, please!
I have the remedy
for all your ills, harlot!
[METAL CLANKS]
No!
[CARRIAGE APPROACHING]
-[HORSE NEIGHS] -[SCREAMING]
[SNIFFLES]
STANLEY: Dina?
Go away.
Dina, look at me, please.
Look at me...
You're looking at
the real Stanley.
The other was just a fantasy.
See, I can't put two words
together right, you know?
And I never could. But...
I just couldn't stand by and
let somebody like Monty...
Well, uh, you know.
You're too special...
You're very special.
- I'm not special at all.
- Oh, yes, you are.
We all are special...
and unique.
And in your case...
terrific.
[CHUCKLES] Well, that
was more than two words.
- Yeah, yeah, it was, wasn't it?
- Uh-huh.
Well...
maybe if I practice.
Well, I must say, you make
a most charming couple.
Dina and I are discovering we
have a lot in common, Mr. Roarke.
DINA: And we can
never thank you enough
for helping us find out about
each other and ourselves.
Sometimes life opens up
just like a beautiful flower.
Well said, Tattoo.
Very good. Oh, Miss DeWinter,
is your aunt, uh, staying on?
Well, she and Monty
seem to have worked out
some kind of an arrangement.
They're off to Rome or
somewhere. She's very happy.
And so are we.
Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
-Goodbye, Mr. Hocker. -Tattoo.
-Goodbye. -[ROARKE CHUCKLES]
-Goodbye. -Bye.
Ah, Miss Peters, Mr. West.
I am not gonna ask you if
you enjoyed your fantasy.
LORRAINE: Well, let's just
say it was satisfying, Tattoo.
I'm not gonna publish
my book after all.
Just knowing the
truth is enough.
Oh! Speaking of truth,
here is a news item from
the London dispatch of ,
which I don't believe you
have in your collection.
"Tragedy in Whitechapel.
Dr. Fell, well known physician,
k*lled in accident while on...
a mission of charity."
Well, we know the truth,
don't we, Mr. Roarke?
I think it's best we leave
it that way. Thank you.
-My pleasure. -TATTOO: Goodbye.
-Bye-bye. -Thank you.
[♪♪♪♪♪]