Help!
Please, please, there's no time. I've been abducted.
I've been taken to some crazy island.
I know where you are.
Stay there. I will send help.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
You have to hurry, you have to hurry, you have to hurry.
It will all be fine, Mrs. Maddison.
Wait.
How do you know my name?
You are one of my guests.
No, no, no! No!
No! No! No, stop!
Let go of me! Let me go! Let me go!
Please let me go!
The plane.
Mr. Roarke, the plane.
It's here.
Smiles, everyone.
Smiles.
Well...
this place doesn't suck.
YO...
- LO! - Ha-ha-ha!
Oh, my... Unh!
- This is crazy. - Thanks.
- Free flower necklaces. - Ooh, welcome drinks.
Ha, let's get lei'd!
Here, let me give you a hand.
- I'm okay. - No, no, come on. I insist.
- Oh! - Ha, ha!
It was so loud in there. I'm Patrick.
- I'm Gwen. Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
And congratulations to each of you on winning the contest.
This weekend, you will be our VIPs.
In return, all we ask
is that you brag about us online
- when you get home. - Marketing 101.
I'm Julia, the personal assistant
to your host, Mr. Roarke.
Yeah, what's his story?
I couldn't begin to tell you.
I heard Roarke's family bought this island
from the natives 200 years ago for six cases of rum.
I heard that he was an angel investor in the '90s
and got bored with Silicon Valley.
And opened an amusement park?
Trust me, the island is so much more.
Here, anything and everything is possible.
Oh, yes. Unh!
You guys high-five a lot?
- All the time. - All the time, baby.
- Wow. - Mr. Roarke is making
final preparations. He will meet you in the bar
for an evening drink. In the meantime,
we will take you to your rooms,
so you may change and freshen up.
No service.
Guess not everything's possible.
Gentlemen, I'll ask you to wait at the bar.
Your quarters will be ready shortly.
And the rest of you, please follow me.
Your bungalows are this way.
- Dude! - Ha!
This is... Wow, I can't believe you get to bring me.
Come on. It wouldn't be a dream vacay
without my baby bro. Right? Oh!
Oh.
Here you go.
There's no need for money here.
Mm.
Wow. Is this just for me?
Well, it's called Fantasy Island for a reason.
A place where anything
and everything is possible, you said.
What you didn't say is how.
Mr. Roarke tailors each fantasy specifically to the guest.
Based on a one-page questionnaire?
I will confess, I'm relatively new here.
So how Mr. Roarke does what he does
is as much a mystery to me as it is to you.
What I do know...
is that your life is about to change forever.
I hope you're ready.
- Here you are. - I will take two of those.
- Thank you. - Oh, great. I need a drink.
Mm, sorry, I'm double-fisting.
Mm, uh, can we talk to Mr. Roarke, please?
We still don't have our rooms. Sir? Hello?
Hey, my brother's talking to you.
- I'm his brother. Hello? - Wait.
You guys are actually brothers?
Oh, you think because we're different colors
- we can't be brothers? - Wow.
- Dude, racist much? - No. I mean...
- What's up? - What do you mean?
- Come on. - You don't like Asians?
- Why do you hate Asians? - That's not what I said.
Verbatim what you said. You got a racist haircut.
- Look at his face. - I'm just joking, man. No.
My dad married his mom
when this little dude was still in Pampers.
- I'm JD. You can call him "T." - Dude.
- What? - We talked about this.
- Whatever. - College nickname.
- "Brax" is fine. - Patrick. Nice to meet you guys.
You boys can always take Patrick's bungalow
and he can "bungalow" with me.
I'm Melanie. I don't think we had a chance to meet.
- It was pretty noisy. - I can get pretty noisy.
- Damn. - You are forward, Melanie.
You have no idea, Patrick.
So, what's your fantasy?
Oh, that's a question for the room.
I'm curious how this all works.
I was wondering that myself.
Virtual reality, obviously.
Maybe it's like LARP, live-action role-playing.
It's actually pretty fun.
So I've heard.
From, like, dorks. Heh.
- You saved it. - Thank you.
I bet he's right. It's gotta be
some sort of immersive experience.
What if your fantasy involves a person from your life?
Holograms, like Tupac.
- What if it's somebody who died? - Tupac.
I saw on Reddit that the guy pumps the drinks
with tons of hallucinogens. Crazy.
I promise,
the only thing in those drinks
is the finest imported rum.
Good evening. I am Mr. Roarke,
the ambassador to your deepest desires.
Let me officially welcome you to Fantasy Island.
- Hey, hey! - Yeah!
Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
We were all just discussing
- how this works exactly. - You will know soon.
I promise, you won't be disappointed.
The island has two rules.
There is only one fantasy per guest.
And two, you must see your fantasy through
to its natural conclusion, no matter what.
- Why wouldn't we? - Fantasies rarely play out
as you or I might expect,
but they always play out exactly as they should.
Not even you know how they'll go?
Only the island knows.
I am but its humble steward.
- So when does this all begin? - After a good night's rest.
Oh. My brother and I still don't have our rooms.
I hope the "island" is ready for a tough but fair Yelp review.
That's because, gentlemen,
your fantasy begins now.
- How far is this place? - Yeah.
Not really into bushwhacking.
- Is that why Jenni dumped you? - Too soon, T. Come on.
Stop with the nickname. I'm not playing.
We are very close.
You wrote on your questionnaire
your fantasy was to have it all, no?
- Yeah. - Well...
it's all yours.
Hey! Oh!
Oh, my God!
Oh, he did a backflip! He did it!
Oh! Super on-the-nose, Roarke,
but I still love it. Ha-ha-ha!
- Champagne, boys? - Not for me. Asian glow.
Roarke, don't forget what I told you about my baby brother Brax.
- Told him you're gay. - How could I?
Oh, you think being gay means all I want
is shirtless, ripped, juicy, delicious men?
I got layers, dudes.
Two layers. I got two layers.
Fantasy fucking Island!
If you need me,
just pick up any phone.
- Enjoy your evening. - Oh, we will.
This is some good weed.
- Good morning. - Aah! Oh!
Mr. Roarke has called for you.
Ms. Olsen, please, sit.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
I've been helping people realize their fantasies
for longer than I care to say.
Often, they are painfully unimaginative.
- Lots of sex stuff. - Yeah.
But yours... Yours is quite abstract.
You wrote, "Happiness and I aren't exactly compatible.
Now, mistakes and regrets, we're old friends.
So if I had one wish, I guess it would be to get a do-over."
Is it too late to change to sex stuff?
No, no, no. I like this.
This is a challenge. And I accept.
Oh, good.
What do you not like about your life?
Let us start with your job. Real estate.
Mostly commercial. I mean, what's to like?
Relationship?
Single.
- Do you want children? - I'm sorry,
is this a therapy session or a vacation?
If you're lucky, both.
I always pictured myself with...
just one little girl.
And with whom did you hope to have this little girl?
Ms. Olsen...
regret... is a disease.
It has afflicted you for too long,
and I can help you cure it.
If you let me.
- His name was Allen. - Very good.
And why did it not work with Mr. Allen?
Bad timing. When we met, I was kind of in a dark place.
At our one-year anniversary dinner, he proposed.
I said no.
You did not believe Allen loved you
because you do not believe you deserve love.
If you could do that moment over,
would you say yes?
Yeah.
Behind those doors...
is your fantasy.
A chance to change the moment you regret the most.
Madame.
What is that?
Ms. Olsen, please.
The doors.
Maestro's?
Down to the last detail.
- How did you...? - Yes.
Yes, and this is where Mr. Allen proposed.
You flew him in?
- You knew? - Almost thought you stood me up.
Ah. Reservation under Chambers.
Yes, sir.
Right this way.
- Allen, I'm so sorry... - For what?
Well, that they dragged you into this. I can't...
Oh, God. You didn't pay to get here, did you?
No. My cabbie was just like, "No charge, man. It's cool."
What...?
Enjoy your meal.
You can drop the act now.
I don't speak to you for five years,
and you just show up here, looking...
great, by the way. You haven't aged a day.
I saw you in my bed this morning.
Is this an intervention?
You role-play with me and I learn something about myself?
Okay, when and where did you bump your head today?
Seriously, you okay?
Will you excuse me?
This is not what I wanted.
This is your second chance to say yes
- to his marriage proposal. - But what is the point?
It doesn't change anything.
You are here because regret has ruined your life.
Do not make this another moment you will regret.
But...
...it's not real.
- Is it? - This is Fantasy Island.
It's as real as you make it.
Guess they're saving the best for last.
Your fantasy hasn't started either?
- No. Mind if I join you? - Please.
This guy's been giving me nothing.
- Would you like a cocktail, sir? - Oh, no, thanks.
- You nervous? - A little.
Well, I'd ask you about your fantasy again,
but you didn't really want to talk about it last night, so...
This is gonna sound stupid.
Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to enlist.
But my mom made me promise that I wouldn't, so I became a cop.
Figured I'd do some good, see some action.
- But you didn't? - No. There was an incident.
Got stuck behind a desk.
When this came around, I figured:
"This is my chance to play soldier,"
even if it's just actors with blanks and...
Never enlisted?
What's up with the dog tags?
Uh, for luck.
Well, if you're worried your fantasy sounds stupid,
just wait until you hear mine.
- Revenge on a childhood bully. - You got bullied?
I was a very late bloomer.
Built like a small boy.
So when the most popular girl in school decided
to make me her favorite target, I didn't take it well.
I'm not sure how you should take a bucket of toilet water
on your head at the eighth-grade dance.
- That's terrible. - I was having a lot of anxiety,
so my mom forced me to go see this shrink,
aka Dr. Torture. Sometimes he talked so much,
I wanted to staple his mouth shut. Anyway, Dr. Torture,
he told me to write letters to classmates
that I wanted to connect with.
It was, like, an exercise.
And one day, Sloane, my tormentor, stole the letters
and then plastered them all over the cafeteria.
Yeah, I was branded "psycho stalker freak" for life.
I just want to feel what it's like to be on the other end.
I mean, obviously, the fantasy won't be real,
but that's why we go to horror movies
and ride roller coasters, right? To feel something?
I'd like to think that this is...
more exciting than riding a roller coaster.
Mr. Sullivan, do you mind giving us some privacy?
I need to give Ms. Cole instructions.
In the meantime, feel free to do push-ups or crunches.
- Squats, maybe. - No, it's okay.
He knows about Sloane. I'm owning it.
Ah! Okay. No exercise.
In the lobby... there is an elevator.
Inside, push the button for the floor with no name.
Can I record it with my phone?
- So I can remember it. - It is your fantasy.
Jeez.
Hello?
Okay, I'm on Fantasy Island.
I'm in a super creepy control room.
I'm about to get this thing started.
Huh, there's a lot of red buttons.
That one's flashing. Must be the one.
Here we go.
No way.
Sloane?
That is a really good hologram.
Yeah, she looks better than Tupac.
"Open me."
"A variety of buttons for a variety of revenge. Enjoy."
Okay, Holo-Sloane.
Let's have some fun.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, that was amazing.
Uh...
Toilet water. Yes.
Very eighth-grade dance.
Mama likes. Huh...
Wait, that's Sloane.
Whoa!
Whoa, that is not her husband.
Okay, okay.
My God, that is so not her husband.
Good.
Oh, shit.
Well, when on Fantasy Island...
That is her husband.
Sloane?
Uh, what the hell is this?
Oh! Is that Greg?
Don't tell me that's where you've been the last two days.
- "The last two days"? - How could you do this to me?
- Will you say something? - Oh, my God.
Um, Roarke?
- Uh, you there? Look, I'm done. - Let me go!
I get it. My fantasy was revenge,
but I didn't think you would actually kidnap her.
Come on.
Hey!
- Your fatigues, soldier. - This is it?
Just put them on. You will know when your fantasy has begun.
- Call of Duty time. - Enjoy.
- Hey! What are you doing? - Shh!
- Whisper. - You a part of my fantasy?
This place ain't what you think it is.
People die here. If you don't listen to me...
Oh, shit.
- Too many of them. - Huh? Where you going?
- Do I come with you? - Don't move.
- Hey. - Don't even think about it.
It's okay. I'm a soldier too.
- What are you doing out here? - I got separated from my unit.
Didn't know there was another team.
We're a...
covert operation.
Surprised to see you out here.
I hate surprises.
And liars.
I'm not... Hey, hey.
- No, but this isn't... - You can tell it to the LT.
- Shut up and walk. - Hey.
Okay. Heh.
You guys look good. Really great.
Shh!
Yeah, dude.
- Mm-mm. - Mm.
So did you have fun with your boy toy, Alejandro, last night?
I'm surprised he can still stand.
I'm surprised he wasn't turned off by your terrible ink.
Can't wait to get that lasered off.
- Seriously. - What about you?
- Hm? - Saw you talking
to Malibu Barbie last night.
- How'd that go? - Chastity?
Heh, believe me, the name functions
purely on an ironic level.
We boned. Twice.
- You're finally over Jenni, then? - Jenni who? Heh!
Chastity?
- Oh. - Come over here.
- Hi, boys. - Hey. What's up?
- Come on in. - Thanks.
So I heard you two had a crazy night last night.
- Oh, yeah. - Oh, yeah. Crazy...
- how much he cried. - What?
- Sorry. - Ha-ha-ha!
Isn't there some guest-fantasy
confidentiality policy or something?
- Let me guess. - Jenni.
- Oh, ha, ha! - Yeah. It's actually sweet.
She's his moon and his stars.
You know what, Chas? You suck at keeping secrets.
She broke up with him because of me.
For the millionth time, she didn't.
We spent your anniversary getting high
and playing Mario Kart.
Couldn't you just move back home?
Our lame-ass parents disowned him when he came out.
- Seven years ago. - Gay wasn't cool back then.
Oh. Wouldn't you be happy
if you just, I don't know, got your own places?
- Seriously, with the questions. - Dude, she's right.
You put your whole life on hold for me.
- Maybe I should move out. - Who'd sleep on the couch then?
No one. That's the point.
Chastity Belt, can you just give us a little bro time?
- Yeah. - Thanks so much.
We'll see you in a bit. Okay.
Little bro, buddy, listen, that weed's got you "para-nuts."
Look, my life is not on hold because of you.
It crushes because of you. Okay? Now, come on.
Let's see what other swag this house has to offer.
Goodbye, models!
- Bye! - Bye, guys.
Heh, heh, that's so cool.
There is no excuse for 14 boxes.
It was an intimidating group of Girl Scouts.
- Fourteen? Ha-ha-ha! - Fourteen.
I'm telling you, when we have kids,
I'm gonna be such a pushover.
When we have kids?
I know it's only been a year,
but you make me think about the future.
Look, it has been amazing seeing you,
but you don't have to keep up with this charade.
You're pushing me away because that's what you do, but...
Look, I'm asking you not to this time. Okay?
Will you marry me?
Yes.
Bravo!
Champagne, please! Champagne. Baby?
But this is just a fantasy.
That I want for the rest of my life.
Me too.
You will not believe what they have in my exact size.
Oh, baby.
No way!
- Bling-bling! - Bling!
- Ah, I was late. Do it again. - Okay.
Bling-bling!
Buddy, this place puts MTV's Cribs to shame.
This is the reboot.
- Dude. - What?
- Is that a secret room? - Oh!
I bet that's where they keep all the good shit. Heh.
Panic room!
Oh, I feel just like Jodie Foster
in that Jodie Foster movie.
- Oh! My God! - This is so dope!
Oh, check it out. Map of the whole house. Huh.
Do all rich people have panic rooms?
Yeah, man. Gotta spend that Bitcoin on something.
Like garages next to their armories?
Oh, yippee-ki-yes, please.
- Ha, ha! Yes! - Oh, my God!
Shall we call it "Alejandro"?
Oh, he's actually a pacifist.
Ohh, you're talking about his dick.
- Yeah. God. - Yeah, that tracks.
Oh, my God. Look at all these cameras, dude.
Oh, boy, hope they don't have cameras in the bathroom.
- I did gross stuff in there. - We got a lot of bodyguards.
Yeah, dude. Ballers gotta have security, right?
They gotta have grenades too?
I got an idea.
- Whoa! Little bro buddy! Hey. - Huh?
Haven't you ever seen Band of Brothers?
I let go of this handle, we go boom.
- Make it go boom. - Let's do it.
Keep moving.
Hey, think you could loosen these up a little bit?
My fantasy didn't really involve bondage.
I don't know what you're yapping about, but...
- I'll take a look. - Leave him alone, Himoff.
Let's go. Come on.
All right. So, what are you guys up to, huh?
- What is this mission? - U.S. hostages are being held
just over the border. We're slipping in to pull them out.
Any more classified intel
you wanna share with the prisoner?
- Come on, sarge, he's American. - Yeah, maybe.
But he's no soldier.
LT!
You should talk to this guy.
Claims he's one of us.
Where'd you find him?
Recon past the south ridge.
Thought we were the only game in town, huh?
We are.
You got a name?
- What are you doing, Roarke?! - Hey.
- Keep your voice down. - Yeah, cut the act. Get Roarke.
- This isn't what I asked for. - Got 10 seconds to ID yourself.
They did a good job, you look like him. But know what?
He was a lot taller than you.
- Five seconds. - Yeah, I'll get Roarke myself.
- Enough bullshit. - Get your hands off me.
Hey, don't touch that.
Why is my name on your dog tags?
- Contact! - Cover fire!
- To the right! - Cover fire! Cover fire!
Get down!
Um, hello?
Please, I need help.
Did you just send someone?
Roarke, if you can hear me, I know what I said.
I wanted to humiliate Sloane and watch her cry,
but this is not what I meant!
Stop! Stop! Call it off!
Dr. Torture?
No. No, wait!
Come on, come on.
- Aah! - No, stop!
Shit. Uh...
Intercom.
Uh...
Sorry. Um...
please continue.
Uh...
Okay, so I want you to cut off her ring finger
on her...
On her left hand.
- Unh! - No! No, her right hand.
Right hand.
This is my fantasy. Just do it.
Easy.
Meredith?
- Melanie. - What are you doing here?
Same as you. I was kidnapped. Come on.
Go, go, go.
- Thank you. You saved my life. - It's not saved yet.
To the best weekend of our lives!
Screw the glow, I'll drink to that.
- Mm. - Oh, yeah.
Were those gunshots?
Ooh, maybe somebody broke into the armory.
Hey, a laser pointer.
Come on, models. Come on.
- Oh! - Don't panic, don't panic.
- Panic room! - Yes! Go, go!
- What panic room? - Come on, models!
I can't run in these shoes!
- Guys, come on. It's up here! - Go, go, go!
- Oh, my God. - Guys, come on!
- Come here. It's right here. - I'm gonna call Roarke.
Are you and your brother enjoying your fantasy?
We loved it until guys with guns showed up.
Come on, you guys. Let's go. Seriously.
Ah, yes. Sounds like Kalashov's men.
- Who the hell is Kalashov? - A businessman
- who formerly owned the house. - What kind of business?
I'm afraid the problem with having it all
is usually other people want to take it.
We don't really wanna have it all, okay?
We wanna borrow it for the weekend.
Get off the phone. We gotta get in the panic room.
- Come on! What? - Door!
No! Chas, hey!
It's us. Hello?
- Kind of being a Chas-hole. - Seriously, I'm such a weenie.
I don't even do escape rooms.
As I have told you, once a fantasy begins,
you must see it through to its natural conclusion.
Nobody knew what you meant by that!
Have a good night.
He hung up.
Okay, we... You know what? We gotta calm down.
- Okay. - Gotta calm down.
This is all fake, right?
- Ooh! - Alejandro's a hell of an actor.
Oh, so, what do we do?
We surrender!
I'm still trying to process this.
You and I were kidnapped by the same person?
- I know. It's crazy, right? - How did you escape?
Headbutt.
I... I headbutted the guard.
I stole his gun and just capped him.
- Wow. - Yeah.
What happened to the gun?
I lost it.
What kind of twisted, disgusting freak
would wanna ruin my life and make me watch?
It's obviously someone we both know.
Someone we went to high school with.
What about that psycho stalker girl?
You know the one that wrote letters to everyone?
Totally.
That's a really good call.
What was her name again?
- Mm, Meredith? - Oh, my God.
- What? - Did they make you wear that?
I am so sorry.
Look, I don't know how we both ended up here,
but you got us out of that hellhole.
- No biggie. - Now I'm gonna get us home.
They brought me here in a boat.
Find the shore, we find a way out of here.
Unless your fantasy is to die,
you better come with me.
We should probably go with him.
Yeah.
What's wrong?
Is something wrong?
No, no.
Nothing's wrong.
Everything's perfect.
Hello?
Anybody there?
Whoa! Ha, ha!
- Dazed and confused. - Huh?
You know, like that movie came out last year.
"That's what I love about high school girls."
Shut up, Himoff. No more flashes.
Whoa, hey, hey. No, no, no. I can explain.
Yeah. You better. Have a little chat, you and me.
Let's go. On your feet.
Walk.
Your tags have my name on them.
Then I find this in your wallet.
- Hey, hey. Be careful with that. - Ah-ah-ah.
Why do you have a picture of me and my son?
Look, you gotta be straight with me.
- Are you an actor? - Am I an actor? I'm a soldier.
Time for you to be straight with me. Where did you get this?
- That's me when I was 9. - Nah, don't.
- That's my son. - And he's got a nickname.
What is it?
Why don't you tell me.
Patch.
Wrong.
Ali.
Then I find your ID.
Your face with my son's name and birthday on it.
Enough games. Time for you to tell me
what the hell's going on here.
I was born four months premature.
The doctor said I wouldn't make it, but I did.
You said I wasn't the type to throw in the towel.
That I was a fighter.
Like Muhammad Ali.
- Who told you that story? - You did. Every birthday.
You're saying you're my son?
Mm-mm.
- That's impossible. - Yeah, I thought so too.
Uh, now I'm not so sure.
When was the last time you saw him?
Nine months...
seven days ago.
It was raining.
He refused his mama's umbrella.
You know, he wanted to show me he was tough.
That's not why I did it.
It's so that you couldn't tell I was crying.
How is this happening?
There's this place, this island.
It can make whatever you want come true.
I said I wanted to be a soldier.
What I really wanted was to see you again.
Somehow the island knew.
When's the last time you saw me?
Twenty-seven years, six months, five days.
- So I never made it home? - You died saving your men
on a classified mission in Venezuela.
Venezuela, you sure?
Yeah, of course. Why?
Because we'll be there tomorrow.
- Gather up the crew... - Mr. Roarke.
- Ms. Olsen, good morning. - It's a really good photoshop.
I don't know how you got it on my phone
but it does look real.
Ah, it is real. You said yes to Allen, so you're married.
- Looks like a lovely ceremony. - He just proposed last night.
Are you sure?
There's something different about him.
- He looks older. - You've been married five years.
I don't understand.
Daddy, look what I found.
- Oh, my gosh... - Her name is Lila.
She's my...?
Daughter.
This is the life you've always wanted, no?
What do you think, yes?
Okay, enough. She's a... She's a child.
And you are her mother.
See for yourself.
Baby girl.
Sleep tight, honey.
- Ah... - Ah...
How is this possible?
It's the island.
The island has, uh, great powers.
I first heard of its legend many, many years ago.
A place where anything is possible. I was obsessed.
I convinced my wife to help me find it.
Our journey was long and hard, and...
She died before we, uh... Before we arrived.
When I finally discovered this place,
I wished for her to live again.
To return just as I met her. Forever.
It brought her back to...?
- To life? - Yes.
As long as I stay here and I orchestrate all the fantasies...
she lives.
The island has granted your wish too.
To have the family you've always wanted.
- A life you always dreamt of. - More sand on the side.
- That's perfect. - I suggest you start living it.
Mommy, come play!
Wrap it up, sergeant.
Hey, walk with me.
Grab your ruck.
Hey, LT, over here.
The hell are you doing, Himoff?
You two look so alike, you could be related.
- I just thought that... - Don't do that. Don't think.
Do your job.
I don't know how this is happening,
but I believe you, so we're leaving.
It's a straight shot to Panama. I can get us home from there.
Wait. You're calling off the mission?
No. I'm getting us out of here.
Well, you can't do that. You're a hero.
You know what a hero is?
A hero's some guy who's too stupid to stay alive.
No, no, no. This isn't what's supposed to happen.
So then what's supposed to happen?
I'm supposed to die?
- Let's go. - Look, if you do this,
if you run, I don't know what will happen to you, to me,
but I know those men back there, your men,
they'll die because you won't be there to save them.
- You don't know that. - I do! It's why I have your tags.
There was a grenade. You threw yourself on it to save your men.
You were a hero.
You were my hero.
Look...
you may have grown up without a father,
but I'm going home to my son.
This is a mistake, and it is one
you'll regret for the rest of your life.
Somebody died and I could've stopped it, so trust me...
I know.
At least I'll still be alive.
You can't be a coward.
I won't let you.
What choice do I have?
We complete the mission. We save your men.
But you said that I die in Venezuela.
You did.
But I'm here now.
So, what you're saying is, you're guests?
- Yes. - Ah.
And you've never heard of Kalashov.
- No. - Yes.
Uh, what he said.
And we are just actors
on Fantasy Island.
- Yes. Heh. - Yeah.
- Oh, whoa! Hey, hey, hey! - Oh, God. Oh!
You okay?
Okay. One of you is going to tell me the truth.
Or did you little punks think
you could just kill Kalashov and take over?
We have no idea who Kalashov is.
I thought you were talking about a vodka.
- We didn't kill anyone. - No, but your bodyguards did.
But that's okay because we just killed them.
And before I kill you two,
you will tell me what you did with cash and cocaine.
- Cash? - Cocaine?
- No, we... We did some cocaine. - Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Oh, shit.
You keep playing dumb
and I will show you what good actor I am.
No, I think there's been a misunderstanding.
We talked to Roarke, and we said we are done.
So this is between you and him.
- Hey. Hey, don't do that! - Whoa! No! Whoa!
- Hey, I swear, we have no idea... - Okay.
...where the drugs or cash are, okay?
Are you sure?
Because you're about to lose your hand.
We don't know. Please! If we did, we'd tell you!
- This was supposed to be fun. - Yeah.
- A fantasy! - Maybe this isn't your fantasy.
- Maybe it's mine. - Well, that is so messed up, man.
- Aah! Oh! - Oh, my God!
Okay, okay! We know where the money is!
Well, tell me.
Tell me!
It's... It's downstairs.
Near the garage.
Yes!
- Okay. - God!
You stay with Goldilocks.
You, come with me.
- This castle's gonna be my house. - Oh, God.
What? Just your house?
You're moving out already?
Can I come in here and live with you?
- No. - Why not?
You know why, Mommy.
I need shells for my house.
If it makes you feel better,
I'm not allowed to live there either.
This is everything I've ever wanted.
I wish I felt like I deserved it.
You do deserve it.
I love you both so much.
Hey, where you going?
To make things right.
Mr. Roarke, can I talk to you?
- I want a new fantasy. - I thought I was very clear.
- One fantasy per guest. - Yes, I understand what you said.
- But I'm... - No, no, no. Trust me, trust me.
People would kill to have what you have, a family.
Please, enjoy them while you can.
You don't understand. Mr. Roarke.
Should we trust him?
He's almost as scary-looking as the last guy.
Why would someone pretend to save us?
Hey! You.
- Damon. - Damon.
We've been walking all night.
Tell us what's up before we go one more step.
We're exposed out here. Roarke's got eyes and ears everywhere.
Who's Roarke?
Ask her.
I have no idea what he's talking about.
We should keep moving. Come on.
All right, move it or lose it.
We can gab down here.
Down where? Where are we going?
You want off this island or not?
Stay close.
You do not wanna get separated.
Gross.
This way. Oh, no. Wait.
Maybe, uh... Maybe this way. Uh, no.
Maybe... Maybe this...
No.
This way, this way.
Come on, blondie.
Are you kidding me with this?
Floods during high tide.
Ain't the water you should be afraid of.
- Oh. - Great.
Let's go. Let's go.
- What the hell was that? - What the hell was what?
Sea snakes. They're attracted to movement.
Just don't, you know, freak out.
Wade through dirty water in a dark cave
filled with sea snakes without freaking out.
Super easy.
What's wrong?
I... I...
Nothing. Nothing. Never mind.
It's just up here.
I forgive you.
What am I looking at?
Your deepest desire.
This is why I brought you here,
so you can see for yourselves.
Your fantasy would be to get back together with your husband?
What the hell is this place?
That's what I was hired to find out.
I'm a PI. Client offered me a big old payday
to figure out what happens here and how.
Wants the power of the island for himself.
I booked a stay three weeks back.
Was skeptical at first, but then my fantasy started.
I saw my daughter, who I'd lost years ago.
It was beautiful.
But then it got all twisted, became a nightmare.
Roarke found my sat phone and destroyed it
before I was able to call for help.
He knew... everything.
This place is evil. Roarke is evil. Huh?
Doesn't care who lives or dies.
But I know how to stop him.
Oh, yeah, I do.
Island's power comes from this here rock thing.
Turns the water black, dripping everywhere.
It can do impossible things.
Bring a loved one back to life,
turn them into a black-eyed zombie, like it did my daughter.
I'm not sure how Roarke does it.
But he uses the water to grant fantasies.
I'm gonna use it to expose him as a monster.
Which is why I need you to smuggle this off the island.
I know a private pilot, hour away.
Find a phone in the hotel, call him at this number,
get off this island with the canteen.
- Tell the world about this place. - What about you?
Roarke won't let me near the hotel.
But as far as he's concerned, you're just a guest.
- A guest? - What?
No, I'm not.
Yeah. I saw you get off the plane.
You got here on a plane?
No.
What?
He is crazy.
I saved you, remember?
Your fantasy was to ruin my life?
And who are all those people?
Oh, my God.
You're the psycho stalker girl.
You did all of this because of a couple of pranks?
Pranks?
You tortured me every single day for years.
Oh, please. I teased you a little.
I was so traumatized by what you did,
I had to finish high school from home.
Yes, trying to ruin your life was wrong,
but you ruined mine first. Which way to the hotel?
I'm ready to get off this island.
I'll show you. Come on.
Julia?
Julia, are you okay?
I'm fine.
- Have some water. - I'm fine. No, please, I'm okay.
It's beautiful out there. Please go enjoy your fantasy.
I can't.
I want a new one.
- You'd have to ask Mr. Roarke. - I tried. He won't listen.
I want to change the moment that I regret most,
but I chose the wrong one.
I didn't think any of this was gonna be real,
and now I have five years of memories
of a daughter that I didn't have yesterday.
For a new fantasy, you'd be willing to give it all up?
Your own child?
Six years ago, there was an accident.
A fire in my apartment.
It's why I told Mr. Roarke I was in a dark place.
Someone died,
and it was my fault.
If I can stop that from happening and I don't,
I can never live with myself, Julia.
I am begging you.
Please, help me.
If your fantasy is to change the moment you regret the most,
you don't want a new fantasy.
- I want my fantasy. - Ms. Olsen, you have to stop.
I'm not asking for a new one.
I'm asking for the same fantasy done right.
If I'd known when I got off that plane
that I could change the past,
there is no question what I would have chosen.
I am sorry that you only now believe in the island,
but rules exist for a reason.
Oh, but those aren't the only rules. Are they?
You have one of your own.
As long as you do the island's bidding, your wife lives.
That's what you told me.
- I've given you a fantasy. - You misled me.
My fantasy was to have a do-over,
but that's not the do-over I wanted.
You're willing to risk your wife over it?
Very well. Are you sure this is what you want?
It's not what I want.
It's what I have to do.
Whoa!
Oh, no.
- Nick! - Help me! I'm trapped!
- Come on, JD! - Wait, Brax, JD?
Lady, there's a fire. Come on.
- Go! - No, wait!
- Stairway's to the right! - Nick!
Help! I'm trapped!
- Don't let me die, please! - Ow!
- I can't breathe! - Nick. Nick!
I'm gonna go get help, okay? Just hang on!
Please don't go! Please don't leave!
- Officer? There's someone inside. - Back up. Let's go!
I need you to help break his door down.
Please calm down.
- Help is on the way. - Patrick?
Sorry, do I know you?
The fire is in my unit. It's my upstairs neighbor, he's trapped.
You need to come inside! Help me kick his door in.
The, uh... We should wait for the fire department.
- They'll be here any moment. - They'll be too late!
We have to save him!
You have to help me save him!
We should really wait for the fire department. It...
I'm going back in.
You'll get hurt!
Don't be a hero!
Please help me! Please!
I'm coming, Nick!
Trying to find something to break your door down with.
I'm trapped in here.
I can't breathe.
It's just right over here.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
Your brother now is dead.
You also are dead.
There's nobody who can save you two little shits.
- Alejandro can. - Who?
- Who the...? - Aah!
Oh, boy.
This ain't your fantasy, asshole.
Did you hear that?
It sounded like gunfire.
Wasn't asking you.
Sounded like gunfire.
You know, you can just say sorry.
- Yeah, that would be a start. - He was talking to you.
I was talking to you both.
You, sounds like you were a real Ms. Teen Asshole 2009 back then.
Time to make amends for your past and ask for forgiveness.
And you.
Grow up.
Stop giving this teenage version of her
all this dang power over your life.
Revenge ain't gonna fix you.
Only you can fix you.
God, you two remind me of my daughter.
Never did right by her.
I'm gonna get you both off this island, one way or the other.
Let's go.
Go, go!
Stop!
- Please, no! - Get out of here!
No, no!
- No! - No!
He saved us.
So we could get off this island.
Hold on. I gotta get his map.
Come on. Come on.
All right, I want you to hang back and watch our 6.
- No, I'm coming with you. - No.
If things went sideways, it's because we got ambushed.
Make sure that doesn't happen.
It's gonna take more than a shotgun
to save you and your idiot brother!
Something like this?
I wouldn't do that.
I let go of this handle, we go boom.
Put the pin back in.
Okay, okay, okay. Okay.
Guns on the ground. Now.
My friend upstairs definitely going to kill your brother.
- Then he'll kill you for sure. - Not if he doesn't know it's me.
You two go first, with me right behind you.
- Ha-ha-ha. - Go.
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
Tough guy. Come on.
Oh, shit.
Grenade.
This will not end good for you
if you don't let us go now.
It will once I get my brother back.
Hand over the grenade.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.
- Do it. Now! - Okay.
Okay.
- Patrick? - How do you know my name?
Dude, chill, chill. It's me. Brax.
What are you doing here?
- In Venezuela? - In Vene... What?
- Why are you in our fantasy? - You're in mine.
Shh...
Brax? Hey.
- I'm a good guy. - We're here to help.
How many people are in the house?
We got a devil, a pig and a clown.
And my brother, he's Asian.
There are models in the panic room.
Could we go home now?
Chastity, real disappointed.
- Whatever. - Let's go.
Come on. Move, move, move, move.
- Oof! - No, no, no, let go!
- Let go, little man. Let go! - Give it to me.
Give me grenade!
Oh, I mean it, let it go.
Come on, come on. Move it, move it.
Grenade!
Oh, God, that was close.
Follow me.
- Oh... - Dude, you did it!
- Ha, ha! - We did it!
- Oh, buddy! Oh! - Oh! Oh!
- I'm so happy you're alive! - Thanks.
If he'd have thrown that grenade...
You would've sacrificed yourself.
That's why you're my hero.
You did something I could never do.
I wouldn't sell yourself short, Ali.
I can't believe the models locked us out.
I cannot believe I ever let Jenni go.
When I get home, I'm gonna tell her, she's my moon and my stars.
JD?
- JD! - Cover rear!
JD!
JD?
- We have to go. Now! - Why is this happening?
We can't kill these things! Get out of here!
Come on!
No!
The hotel's close. We just need to get there and find a phone.
Yeah, like we're just gonna be able to waltz in
- and make a phone call. - Look, Damon was right.
I owe you an apology, so I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I brought you into all this.
I didn't think any of it would be real. I can prove it. Ha...
She looks better than Tupac.
You recorded this?
I fantasized about getting revenge for years.
Can you blame me for wanting to document it?
I thought you were a hologram.
And here is the proof that I saved you.
See? I used the Taser thing
and the water to take him down.
You want a prize for not letting me die?
I know asking for all of this was crazy,
but, please, you have to believe me.
I thought it was fake.
How did you figure out it was actually me?
When your real husband answered the phone, I... Wait.
- I don't think I can do this. - You have to.
- What do you want, Sloane? - Will, please don't hang up!
Uh, I need your help. I've been kidnapped.
I've been taken to some island somewhere.
Oh, cut the bullshit.
Please, I am telling you the truth.
Why should I believe you?
You probably shouldn't.
Not after what I did to you.
We used to be happy, Will.
And then...
I don't know.
I'm not trying to make excuses,
but I felt you pulling away from me, so I wanted to hurt you.
It's what I've done my whole life, I...
I hurt people who don't deserve it.
And I am so sorry.
There is no defending
the way that I treated you.
And I'll understand if you can never forgive me.
Do you think this fixes anything?
Not even close.
Okay. Um...
What do you need me to do?
I have a phone number.
I need you to call it
and tell them that Damon needs the plane.
Damon? Do I even wanna know?
No, it's not what you think.
I'll explain everything when I get home.
Will...
thank you.
Come on, Gwen, please breathe.
Breathe, breathe.
Please.
Oh, good girl.
What are you...? What are you doing here?
You got your fantasy redo.
Did it work? Did you save him?
No.
I think this is someone else's fantasy.
Where are the others?
Okay.
Damon's pilot should be here any minute.
Grab one.
Okay.
- Whatever comes out of there... - We'll deal with it.
Together.
Patrick? Brax?
What...? How did you find us?
We're looking for Roarke.
Who are you?
I'm her fantasy.
Not like that.
Where's JD?
- He didn't make it. - We have to get off this island.
Let me grab the map.
A plane is on its way. Come on.
Head for the dock.
- Head for the dock! Let's go! - Go!
Back, back, back!
Hello, my friends.
- Roarke, you son of a bitch. - I warned you.
Fantasies rarely play out as you would expect.
Play out? My brother's dead!
I could not save him, just like Mr. Sullivan
- couldn't save his father. - Ah!
The staff will do anything to protect me.
The island gives them a taste of their fantasies.
They give me their loyalty.
And who are you loyal to? Do they know?
Know what?
We weren't brought here to have our own fantasy.
We were brought here to be part of someone else's.
- Because of Nick Taylor. - Who's Nick Taylor?
He was our roommate.
- He died, six years ago. - In a fire that I started.
I had just moved into the building.
I put a kettle on for tea,
and I forgot to turn the burner off when I left.
My fantasy took me back there. I saw you and JD.
JD wanted to check on Nick's room,
but I thought he was out with a girl, so... I made JD run.
You were there.
You did nothing.
- I didn't see you. - Nick was in one of my classes.
He asked me out.
But I couldn't believe
that someone was actually interested in me.
I was supposed to see him later that night, but I got cold feet.
He shouldn't have been home. He should've been with me.
Everyone who got off that plane has a hand in Nick's death.
So this is one big revenge fantasy?
Correct.
So how does this end?
With your deaths. Your lives for Nick's,
if that's what the island demands.
- Call it off. - You know I do not have a choice.
- The plane. - Get them out of here.
Come on!
Someone has found his courage.
The plane. The plane!
- There it is! Hey! - Hey!
- Hey! Over there! - Hey!
- Hey! - Oh, my God. We're going home.
Who are you protecting?
Where are the others?
Stop.
She wants them all together.
- Oh, my God. - What the...?
- No! No! - Who is that?
Guys.
- Come on, let's go! - Go! Run!
Shit.
We're safe here for... For a minute.
Okay, not to be negative, but we're gonna die here.
- We're not throwing in the towel. - She's right.
- Everyone else works for Roarke. - Unless they don't.
Julia, she pulled me from the fire.
She saved my life.
Roarke's servants wouldn't interfere in a fantasy.
Maybe she's not his assistant. Maybe she is a guest.
She did say she just started there.
She could be Nick's mom.
He always told me how controlling she was,
and Julia's eyes, they look a lot like Nick's.
I saw her coughing up blood.
This could be her dying wish.
Okay, but then why would she save you from the fire?
So Gwen could tell us why we're here.
It's not really a satisfying revenge
- if your victims are oblivious. - So we go to her.
We apologize, try to make this right.
Someone that brought us to this island to die
is probably looking for a little more than just an apology.
If we can't stop her, maybe we can stop the island.
Yeah, there's a spring with an ancient stone.
- It makes the fantasies possible. - The water in the spring.
JD was right. Roarke did spike our drinks.
We destroy the spring, then we end the fantasies?
- It's worth a shot. - How do we do that?
With this.
Anything else we should know?
It's a maze, so stick together.
And there are sea snakes, so don't, you know, freak out.
Did she say sea snakes?
We had a guide before, and even he almost got lost, but I'm...
I'm 99 percent positive it's this way.
Listen for the spring.
It sounds like dripping water.
Whole island sounds like that.
I think I hear it.
Gwen?
Shit.
We lost Gwen and Brax.
Give me the grenade.
I'll find the spring, you go find them.
No, no. It's too dangerous.
If you find the spring, call out for me.
I'll follow your voice
and then blow it.
Sloane?
Just sea snakes.
Melanie?
Brax.
Am I gonna be okay?
- We should've never come here. - You gotta save me, dude.
I'd do it for you. I did everything for you.
I tried.
It should've been you instead.
Mom and Dad love me more.
They already wish you were dead. Guh!
- No. - Aah! Ugh, aah!
JD, no! No!
OMG.
What a pathetic loser.
- What are you? - I'm the real you.
- The coolest girl in school. - No.
That's not who I am anymore.
There's no defending the way that I treated you.
And I'll understand if you never forgive me.
Stop it! I meant that.
People never change.
They just get better at hiding who they are.
This isn't real.
You are not real.
I will never be you again.
Mommy, come see.
Lila, what are you doing?
I killed Daddy.
- Oh, God. Why? - Because you don't deserve him.
You don't deserve me.
You don't deserve anything good after what you did.
- Oh, Lila... - My friend was right.
You ruin everything.
Friend?
- Hi, Gwen. - Oh...
Oh, God, Nick! Please, I'm so sorry.
"Sorry" won't bring me back, Gwen.
"Sorry" won't keep me from gagging on the smoke,
from burning alive.
Do you know what that feels like?
You're not him.
Please, Nick, you said it yourself,
none of this is gonna bring you back.
I'm not the one doing this.
I know who is, and she can have me.
Just let the others go.
Do you hear me, Julia?!
Who's Julia?
Melanie!
Patrick?
Patrick! Gwen?
- Are you okay? - I heard screaming.
I just saw Nick. This is not Julia's fantasy.
- Then whose is it? - It's not Patrick's.
Guy just can't seem to save anybody.
Not even himself.
As soon as I saw this place, I...
I knew I had to bring everyone here where there's...
no escape from my fantasy.
- Your fantasy? - Yes. The one I asked for
before any of you had even heard of Fantasy Island.
When I first met Nick, it was like I'd known him for years.
And we got coffee, and we ended up talking the entire night.
And I wasn't worried about saying something stupid
or trying to be cool
because he made me feel comfortable in my own skin.
We made plans to see each other again that night.
It would've been our first real date.
I wanted to look super pretty, so I bought a new dress,
I got this necklace.
I got to our meeting place, and I waited.
Hour passed, then two, but no Nick.
I started to think, "Sloane was right. I am worthless.
No one could ever possibly love me,
and Nick must have realized that too.
Why else would he be doing this to me?"
I stayed there all night, torturing myself!
And when I got home, I read about the fire,
and my heart shattered.
I was this close to my real-life fantasy,
but all of you, you turned it into a nightmare!
You could've had anything you wanted here.
- You could've had Nick back. - It would've been fake.
Our future was stolen,
and all of you, you just moved on with your lives.
Nick deserves better. Nick deserves justice.
Melanie.
Don't you mean "psycho stalker freak"?
There is hate in my heart,
and it grows every day.
You put it there! This is as much your fault as theirs.
- But you saved me. - That was an act.
- Why? - So you could see my worth.
Your very life on this island, it depended on me.
I wouldn't do that!
Really? You thought I needed you?
I was using you to get off this island.
- Shut up. - I didn't think it was possible.
You're actually more pathetic now than you ever were then.
Shut up!
Go, go!
Holy shit. She went out with him one time?
I can hear it. The spring.
Hey!
Come on!
What are you waiting for? Do it.
It's reflecting her fantasy.
Please do not do that, Ms. Olsen.
Julia is your fantasy?
- My wife. - She said she just started here.
She believes that, yes.
You see, my wish was to have her back,
just as I met her, forever.
So she appears not knowing me,
and soon, she takes ill, just as she did before.
That plays out again and again.
Courting her became too painful.
So I lie to her. I tell her she's my assistant.
When Melanie requested her fantasy,
I had no choice but to oblige.
- You can stop her, Roarke. - No. He can't.
He's the genie, and this island is his bottle.
Trapped forever.
And if he doesn't give every guest their fantasy,
he loses his love.
You think that's love?
Letting Julia die over and over again forever? That's hell.
She was your wife, Roarke. She's not anymore.
She's not even your assistant. She's your prisoner.
You have to let her go.
- I cannot. - No!
No!
I'm sorry. The fantasy must reach its natural conclusion.
Those are the rules.
The guests...
they're dying.
I'm dying.
You'll be fine.
Soon enough.
And the others?
If I interfere with the island...
I lose you forever.
Lose me?
You have to do something.
They're not the island's guests.
They're yours.
It's not what I want.
But it's what you have to do.
Melanie, I am sorry
your life didn't work out the way you wanted.
- Mine didn't either. - Everybody's sorry
when it's time to pay the piper, right?
I'll pay.
It was my fault. I could've saved Nick. Let the others go.
Oh, my God. Are you still trying to be like dead daddy?
Well, you're not a hero. It was just your fantasy.
She's right.
It was his fantasy.
All of my guests get a fantasy.
So if you drink the water, you get one.
Sloane's fantasy?
What, that she and her husband get to be together forever?
No.
- That you and Nick do. - Huh?
Those are the rules.
Fantasy fucking Island.
- Get back! - Aah!
Hello?
Gwen. You okay?
- Hey. - Guys?
What happened?
You saved us.
Where's Patrick?
He died, as a hero.
He made his father proud.
One star on Yelp.
So, what's gonna stop us all
from exposing this island and suing you?
Well, fantasies, Mrs. Maddison, are a lot like dreams.
You rarely remember the details,
but you always remember how they make you feel.
Well, I just remembered
that I wanna get the hell off this island.
So, what happens to you now, Mr. Roarke?
I stay here,
protect this place
and live my life without regret.
Technically, you partook in your brother's fantasy,
so the island can grant you one.
I want JD back. I want him to go home, to have a life.
In order for that fantasy to last,
you would need to stay here. Forever.
I was so horrible to her back then.
All you can do now is forgive yourself.
Okay?
Oh, excuse me.
We can't leave yet. Brax isn't on the plane.
Yeah.
I don't think he's coming.
JD!
So, what now?
You work for me. You'll need a uniform and a name tag.
Quite the unusual one. "Brax."
It's better than my college nickname.
Lost a bet, had to get the dumbest ink ever.
Of what?
Welcome to Fantasy Island, Tattoo.