All language subtitles for Fantasy Island s01e06 Family Reunion, Voodoo

Tattoo? Tattoo, you don't even have your
coat on yet.

It's not my fault, boss.

The plane is an hour early.

Early? It's right on time, as it always
is.

On time?

That's impossible.

My watch.

Yes, Tattoo?

It's not ticking anymore.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You're sorry?

You're sorry?

You know how much that watch cost me?

Well, evidently a great deal more than
it's worth.

Now come along.

We wouldn't want to be late.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

We want our guests to feel welcome.

Ah.

Anne and her brother Tony.

Just look at the excitement in their
eyes.

And that's their parents, right, boss?

A half right tattoo.

Anne and Tony's parents are divorced.

That is their mother, Evelyn Elino.

And the gentleman with her is her
fiancé, Carlisle Cranston.

I understand he's quite respected in
Boston banking circles.

And a Boston banker can surely afford a
full price for his fantasy.

Of course, Tattoo.

If the fantasy they were to be involved
in were his.

No, Tattoo, this fantasy is very special
and very inexpensive.

As a matter of fact, it cost exactly
$51.

$51?

Mr.

and Mrs. Douglas Shane.

Are they paying for their fantasy?

Oh, most assuredly, Tattoo. The full
price, you'll be happy to know.

Mr. Shane is a very famous attorney.

With one deeply troubling problem.

Miss Jane Howe.

Is she Master Shen's problem?

Yes.

You see, when Miss Howe was about 13
years old, she suffered amnesia.

Is that her husband?

Bill Jordan is Miss Howe's fiancé. They
plan to be married next month.

And Mr. Shen wanted to find out who Miss
Howe really is.

Oh, very much so, Tattoo.

She might be the long -missing daughter
of a rich rubber plantation owner named

Jonathan Connors.

And if he is, what happens then?

Then Mr. Shane will give Miss Howell the
sum of $30 million.

Dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Children.

Hi, Mr. George.

Are you enjoying the food?

Oh, yes, sir.

It's terrific.

You seem to have a way with children.

I'll be anxious to see the survival camp
you've built for their stay.

Oh, I'm sure you'll find it quite
intriguing, Mr. Cranston.

But he doesn't have to see it, Desi.

I thought it was only the parents who
had to approve the camp.

Oh, but I'm sure your mother has come to
rely quite a bit on Mr.

Cranston's judgment, sweetheart.

Yes, of course.

I wouldn't dream of leaving you both
there unless Uncle Carlisle and I both

approve of the facility.

Something wrong, Anne?

No. No, of course not.

Oh, by the way, where are the other
campers and their parents?

Yes, we seem to be the only ones here.

Ah, the rest of your party.

The rest.

on earth is Harry doing here?

With his fiancée. It is my policy that
both parents must examine and approve

camping facilities before the session
begins.

I'm sorry if you weren't informed.

It's really too bad the original
Connor's plantation house was destroyed

fire. It would have been best to take
Jane back there to the island where she

grew up to awaken her memory, but since
that was not possible, we have recreated

it here.

Amazing.

It's exactly like Connor's old place.

I think you'll find more than just the
house has been recreated here.

Bill, those drums.

You must be mad.

You didn't bring them here, too, did
you? What are they? What are you talking

about? They're voodoo drums.

Voodoo?

Oh, come on. We're not going back to the
Stone Age, are we?

Close enough.

Connors' family exploited the natives on
their island for five generations.

Voodoo was the only thing they could
fight back with.

And you take that hocus -pocus
seriously?

Connors did.

He lived the last few years of his life
in absolute terror.

There was a high voodoo priest, a juju
man named Jamu, who ordered the

plantation house burned down after
Connors' death.

And you brought this voodoo priest here
now?

Well, if Jane is to have a true test of
her memory, it is important that as many

things be the same as they were all
those years ago, even the fear that

permeated the land.

Huh. This is crazy. Come on. Come on,
honey. We're getting out of here. You're

all free to return to the main house if
you wish. But if you do, I promise you,

the secret of Jane's past will be locked
here forever.

Bill, I want to stay.

Yeah, but voodoo, honey.

I mean, who knows what these people
might do if they think you're Connor's

daughter.

Mr. Jordan is right, Miss Howell.

If you choose to stay, I would not
discount the possible danger to

I understand.

Bill, please, you must understand.

I have to stay.

I have to find out if I'm the little
girl that lived here.

Then may I wish you all a very pleasant
weekend.

The Jeeps will return for you on Monday
morning.

Excuse me.

At least it stopped.

Well, we might as well go inside.

Anything, honey?

Do you remember anything at all?

I don't know. I think so, but... Who's
that?

It's Mamala.

Where did Mr. O 'Rourke find her?

You've been searching for Mamala for
years.

I'm beginning to think that Mr. O
'Rourke has a way of doing a lot of

rest of us don't.

What, Mamala, the nanny that raised the
connoisseur? I bet my life on it.

Hey, what are you... Sorry.

How you get that scar?

I don't know.

Jane doesn't remember anything before
the age of 13.

Does that scar mean something to you,
Mamala?

I have what to do.

Well, these are the camp facilities for
the children. Does anyone wish to

inspect the premises further?

Is this some kind of joke?

No, look, isn't it something?

It's just like our old cabin. The one we
used to rent every summer by the lake.

Oh, don't be silly, darling.

Our old cabin was quite different.

Remember, there was an old swing hanging
from a tree and a rain barrel near the

porch, and the place was just hopping
with frogs.

Like this one?

the same, but it does seem... Oh, we had
such good times there.

Remember? Nobody wanted my paintings.
Not even for target practice.

Always managed to scrape up enough to
rent that broken down,

wonderful old cabin.

Yeah. Well, I'm sure it was very nice
then.

Yes, well, I think we'd better look the
place over and leave quickly.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

Mr. Woods, how'd you do it? It's our
cabin. It really is.

Yeah, Mom and Dad always loved being
here.

Yes, I know.

Perhaps they will again.

But whatever happens, the matter now
rests entirely in your hands.

Yes. We didn't think we had to... We'll
have to what, Anne?

Well?

I could be wrong, Mr. Rock, but I'm
getting the distinct feeling that some

of explanation is in order.

It is indeed, Mr. Cranston.

The truth is I'm afraid you've all been
brought here under false pretenses.

I knew there was something strange about
a children's camp that required the

ferrets to visit.

I mean real cancer so parents can get
rid of kids.

Really?

Well, as you know, this is Fantasy
Island, the place where people come to

realize their secret wishes. You are
here because the children, Anne and

have a fantasy they wish fulfilled.

The children?

Just exactly what is their fantasy, Mr.
Rourke?

Oh, it's a very common one, Mr. Colino.

One shared by many children all over the
world.

They want to see their mothers and
fathers in love with each other again,

they were when the family was whole and
happy.

You mean there is no survival camp?

On the contrary, Miss Arnold, you're in
it.

And it's all of you who must survive
with one another until we return for you

after the weekend.

Will you excuse me?

Now, wait a minute.

Now, now, wait. Wait. Just wait a
minute. Where are you going? You can't

leave it here.

Oh, I assure you I can, Mr. Cranston.

You'll find everything you need. There
is a change of clothes in the cabin and

in the woods and the lake, all the food
you could hope to eat.

But this is absurd.

This is incredible.

Indeed.

This is Fantasy Island.

Now, Angelina, you have some explaining
to do.

Thank you.

Jane.

Honey, it's me. Is there anything?

It's okay, honey.

Honey, stay still.

Oops.

I've forgotten how cold it gets in the
woods at night.

I think we all better spend the night
here in the cabin where we have the

Remember when it snowed at the lake and
it wasn't even winter?

Well, that was years ago. It's over and
done with. You shouldn't... Oh, I'm

sorry, Annie.

It's been a difficult day.

Well, I, for one, am ready for bed.

The sooner I'm asleep and unconscious,
the better I'll like it here.

Grace, you've taken the words right out
of my mouth.

Now, as to the sleeping arrangements,
I've given that some thought.

I thought you might.

Tony and you and I will sleep in the
bedroom, which is colder.

And Anne and Grace and Evelyn will sleep
by the fire.

Now, if that's agreeable, naturally.

That's terrific, Carlisle.

Let's go get the cot from the bedroom
and bring it by the car. Yeah, pal, pal.

Mom and Dad don't get together soon.
They never will.

Yeah, but what can we do about it?

I don't know.

But one thing's for sure.

Uncle Carlisle's sleeping arrangements
aren't helping matters.

normally what are you doing just cold
make sure blanket on i heard noises i

singing sing haitian lullaby like when
marion was young well i think

she's sleeping now you better go and get
some sleep yourself

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I don't know. Maybe we were wrong.

Maybe Mom and Dad are happy with Grace
and what's -his -name. You know that

isn't true. It can't be. At least they
don't want to anymore.

Yeah, but they don't laugh either.

There's just got to be a way to get Dad
and Mom alone.

You mean without Grace and what's -his
-name?

No, I mean alone alone.

Just the two of them.

Out in the wilderness, where they spent
their honeymoon, where we spent all

those happy vacations.

How come they have to be alone?

I mean, what can they do alone they
can't do with us?

Are you sure you're 13?

That's it.

That's what?

The barn.

A place where they can be alone.

A place where maybe they can remember
what it was like just being people.

You really think it'll work?

It's gotta work.

If I could just figure out how.

A lot of people don't understand why
they have to be alone.

Don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll all
make sense in a couple of years.

Come on.

Good day, Miss Hogan.

Miss Hogan?

Miss Hogan?

Oh, Mr. Rourke, I'm so sorry I just
didn't see you.

I'm afraid I'm in such a dither.

Oh, nothing wrong, I hope.

Wrong? What possibly could be wrong when
you've given me the most perfect

fantasy a girl could ever have?

If it were so perfect, why are you in
such a ditter?

Why? But how can I not be? I mean, how
can a girl choose between Robert Redford

and Bird Reynolds?

Are they both here?

Well, it's your fantasy, Miss Hogan. I'm
afraid you just have to solve your

dilemma on your own.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, I was hoping you'd say
that.

Well, I... I guess me and the boys will
just have to keep trying.

But how do you do it?

How, indeed.

I only wish I had his stamina.

That juju man is something else. A juju
man, very powerful.

Yes, we know, Mama La.

Juju man makes strong medicine.

Bill, stop it.

Mama La believes in that. Please don't
make fun of her.

All right, I'm sorry.

I guess it's... I think his being out
there is just getting on my nerves.

I know.

Why does he hate me so?

He's afraid of you.

But why?

I would never hurt him. I don't even
know him.

Jamu and his followers are afraid you
will go back to the island.

Then it will be as it was when your
father was alive.

All will belong to you.

But there's no more plantation.

And Jane wouldn't rebuild the plantation
anyway.

What's he got to be afraid of?

You ask, I tell.

Well, I don't believe it. There must be
some way to talk to him or some way to

explain.

How you know that?

I just know it.

Why?

What's so special about that tune?

That Haitian song.

I teach my baby when she was young.

Ah, Peter, that doesn't work.

I must say I admire your persistence,
Peter, too. You've been working on that

watch almost two days now.

I am going to write a letter to Ralph
Nader.

He should make them send me a new one.

I hope I'm not disturbing you, but you
did attend to the details of the

children's fantasy as I requested, did
you not?

Of course, of course.

Don't I always take care of details?

But it does not mean it's going to work.

May I?

Thank you.

Patient.

May I?

Thank you.

You must learn the art of patience.

And also, once you've set the proper
elements in motion,

Anything is possible.

It's kicking.

Indeed.

But I am curious. Do you really have
doubts that we can deliver Anne and

fantasy?

I'm afraid, boss, that their fantasy is
not as easy as fixing a watch.

I feel sorry for the kids.

Why? Well, I've done everything you ask.

But for your plane to work, it will have
to rain.

Oh, yes, that too, yes. I'm well aware
of that fact.

But it has not rained on Fantasy Island
in nine years.

I believe it's been nine and a half
years, to be exact.

real upset.

He ran out of the boys' room crying and
went out to the barn.

What's he upset about?

You and Dad, Mom. What else?

And he's all alone out there. You know
he's afraid of the dark.

Okay.

I'll take care of it.

Dad, it's Annie. She went out to the
barn.

Good night, son.

She says she never wants to see you
again. Not ever.

Yes, she does.

She's really upset.

Well, I'll go talk to her.

Where did you say she was?

In the bar.

What are you doing?

The children.

Come on.

Well,

there must be another way, I think,
right?

Not if I know your two children, there
isn't. Boy, what till I get my hands on

them tomorrow?

Tomorrow? I'm not spending the entire
night locked in here with you.

Oh, it's a matter.

You think Mr. Cranston is liable to
misread our little tete -a -tete?

Well, you must admit, it would be a
pretty good case of circumstantial

if we spent the whole night together in
here. I mean, even for him.

You try to tell me that he's not one of
the brightest legal lights aglow?

I can't imagine your little flower of
Dixie would be too bleak to tell.

Heavy.

How did we ever pick ourselves two such
winners?

Well, I don't know. Maybe we were trying
to escape from each other.

Hey, I think I've got it.

Oh, wonderful. We're going to saw our
way out with it.

Well, no, not exactly. But I thought if
we could stick this blade through the

door, then we might be able to lift the
bar up. Hey, I think you've got

something. Give me that thing.

Hey,

I think this might work.

Here, let me give you a hand. Oh, I
think it's coming. I think this is it. I

it. I got it.

That's it.

Just keep calm, Eddie. Keep calm.

Go for the loft.

Keep calm. Go for the loft.

couple of people who ain't gonna believe
it either.

Well, Satu, what do you think?

Will it work out?

I sure hope so.

Do you have any idea how much it costs
to rent a van these days?

You do have a cash register for the
heart.

Tattoo!

I think I found it, everybody.

I think I found it. What?

A way of proving you're who you think
you are. I was going through some old

papers of mine relating to the estate,
and I suddenly remembered something as I

was reading through an old ledger I had
made up for Connors.

I'd flown down to the plantation to
bring him some documents he had to sign,

he told me about the girl's dog. It had
died the day before.

He said the dog was very special to his
daughter, and she'd insisted on burying

it alone.

So... They had a casket made, and he
took it, and she buried it.

So?

Well, don't you see? It's something only
Connor's daughter would have known.

Nobody else saw her bury it.

Do you remember any of this?

Yeah. My baby buried dog alone.

Jane?

I don't remember.

It's okay, honey. I mean, if it's true,
it'll come to you, but...

If it isn't, hey, it's you and me, babe.

Say, maybe that crazy Jamu can help you.

No.

He could help, couldn't he?

Yeah, but he wants you dead.

You'll have to talk to him, Mamala.

You'll have to tell Jamu that I don't
want to hurt him.

But if I am Jonathan Connor's daughter,
then I'll give the island back to him

and his people.

Wait, this is absolutely not possible.

This isn't the same island, so how can
the dog be buried here?

It's possible.

What? You too?

I don't know. I don't know anything
anymore, except that Mr. Roark seems

of almost anything.

He said that everything will be the
same.

I still say it's impossible.

Well, there's one sure way of finding
out.

Bill. If Jammu can make me remember
where I buried the dog, then I am Marion

Connors. If I'm not, who cares? At least
I'll know the truth.

Mamala, I've got to know.

Please, don't make me do it.

Mamala, if Jammu can do it, you have to
help me.

Do as she says, Mamala.

I will speak to Jammu.

like this.

Let's go back, Douglas, now, before it's
too late.

Already too late.

Pepe was the name of her dog.

Oh,

shit. What did he do to her?

Jane?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened?

Nothing. Just some superstitious mumbo
-jumbo. No.

She knows now.

I remember.

I buried my dog there.

Are you sure?

Well, there's one way to find out.

I just hit something.

Jonathan Connors' daughter.

Thank God we found you.

We're so happy for you. Oh, thank you.

I think.

Thank you.

I think this calls for celebration.

You got any champagne in the house, Mama
La? I wondered if you might postpone

that for a while.

Mr. Roark, I'm satisfied that she is
indeed Jonathan's daughter, Marion

So it would appear.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing is just a figure of speech.

Mama, would you mind saying to my guests
for a bit, I'd like a word with Jane

alone. Oh, what do you want with her?
Please, Mr. Jordan, indulge me.

It is extremely important to all of you.

Well, we'll go inside. Is that all
right?

That will be just fine. I won't be long,
Jane.

Mr. Rock, where are we going?

Station's resolved.

What do they want?

I can't find Evelyn. I don't know where
she is. And Harry's going with her,

evidently. Well, what in the world is
going on around here? Do you two know

anything about the... Hey, I bet you
guys wondered where we were.

To put it mildly, yes.

Well, we were lured into the barn, and
we had to spend the night in

the hayloft because of the bear.

The bear?

Yeah, big son of a gun, about...

800 pounds of cheap fur coat.

Well, anyway, he chased us up into the
loft, and, well, we had to throw the

ladder down so he couldn't get up after
us, you see. And then, well, this

morning he was gone, so we jumped down
on some bales of hay, and here we are.

Here we are.

It's the truth?

Oh, sure, Harry. I want to know what
happened between you two last night.

Maybe I shouldn't ask.

Well, for one thing, we talked a lot.

And for another?

I think I know the answer to that
question.

And I also think, Grace, that you and I
are not wanted here anymore.

Carlisle, I'm sorry.

Grace, I... I don't know what to say.

Goodbye.

We'll do nothing.

Does this mean what I think it does?

Well, it means your mom and I are going
to give it another try.

Greg, only this time don't rouse it up,
please.

This time I don't think we will.

And we have you two guys to thank for
getting us together again.

It only took six months of our
allowance.

Yeah, but it was worth all of our
allowances for the rest of our lives.

Why do you think Rourke took her?

Stop worrying, though. He's in good
hands. I know. I know that.

What

happened?

Are you all right?

They stopped me on the road.

I tried to fight them off, but... Who?

Who stopped you?

Jammu's followers.

I miscalculated terribly.

Jane.

Jane.

Where is she? What's happened to her?

They killed her.

Oh, my God.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I saw them do it.

I tried to protect her.

I was lucky to escape with my own life.

Are you badly hurt?

Yeah.

If I could have some brandy, please.

Brandy.

You dumb.

You dumb old woman.

You and that voodoo. I told you not to
use them. What are you talking about?

They've killed her.

What? Jane is dead. Those voodoo people
took her away and killed her.

After all that work.

Months of programming.

So she knew about the plantation. She
knew about her childhood.

And we'd succeeded.

We'd made it. She believed it all.

She never suspected that she wasn't who
we told her she was.

And then you get involved with those
voodoo people.

You blew it!

We're going to wind up with nothing.

She can't be dead.

Well, believe me, she's dead.

Rourke just told us.

Yes, Rourke.

Yes, it was a trick.

A terrible, dirty trick.

Just like you played on Jane.

She is Mr.

Connor's daughter.

The scar, the lullaby, the... Stop it,
Mamala.

Mr. Rourke explained everything to me.

About how Bill programmed me into
remembering things.

And how you continued it by singing me
to sleep at night.

How could you do that to me?

For the money, Jane.

That's all either of them ever cared
about.

I loved you, Bill.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Burke. Me too.
Believe me, it was my pleasure, sir.

And we want you to know it was worth
every penny that $51. Yes.

Oh, I'm glad to hear that.

At least they are satisfied customers.

Maybe they'll come back again.

Only next time.

Not at children's prices.

Mr. Rourke, I don't know what to say,
but this weekend has been an awakening

me. No regrets?

No.

I'll get over Bill. It'll take a while.

But I'm glad that I found out about him
now instead of after we were married.

But the $30 million, you must be
disappointed.

No, I never really wanted it anyway.

All I wanted was to find out who I am.

I'm sorry we couldn't have helped you
more in that direction.

Oh, but you did, in a way.

See, now I know who I'm not. And that's
more than a lot of people can say about

themselves.

Thank you.

Bye,

Mr. Rourke.

Thank you, brother.

Oh, it was our pleasure.

The, uh... Yes, Mr. Shane?

The things that the voodoo man did,
those happenings, they were all tricks,

weren't they?

Were they?

But voodoo?

That's impossible.

Who knows, Mr. Shane?

This is Fantasy Island, and here
anything is possible.