All language subtitles for Fantasy Island s02e09 The Appointment - Mr. Tattoo

Ah, what a magnificent day.

The air is like wine. Is it not, my
friend?

You can drink the air later, boss.

Let's meet again.

You remember?

The plane.

The plan. Of course, but why such a
rush?

Because today it's my turn.

Your turn? For what, Tattoo? To give a
fantasy to one of our guests, just like

you. But you didn't forget, did you?

Forget what, Tattoo?

Well, you promised me that I could give
a fantasy on my own.

Yes, sometime in the near future, but I
had no idea you'd be ready so soon.

But I am ready.

I made all the research...

All the preparation.

And I'm ready.

How exciting for you. And who is the
lucky person or persons whose fantasy

you've chosen to work on?

Well, I'm not going to tell you. This
time, it's your turn to be surprised.

I can hardly wait.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Dr.

Carlson and his wife, Denise, from San
Francisco.

He looked like a very confident man.

With reason, my friend. Dr. Carlson is
one of the most successful men in the

medical profession today.

Still considerably under 40, he's
chairman of the board of his own

If he's so successful, what's his
fantasy, boss?

The doctor is seeking capital for the
dream of his life, a vast new health

complex.

Boss, if he's trying to raise some money
on us, let me put him on the next plane

home.

You'll be even more shocked when you
learn the sum he needs. Fifty million

dollars. Yes, and he hopes we can help
him raise it by Monday morning.

Ah, who are those attractive young
ladies?

They are the one I choose to give their
fantasy to.

It figures.

Evelyn Kattenbaum and Didi Verona. For
years, they have been working hard as

chorus girls in Las Vegas.

But... Their fantasy is going to freak
all that.

And what is their fantasy?

They want to meet and marry
millionaires.

My dear guest, I am Mr. Rock, your host.
And I'm your host, Mr. Tattoo.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Food is sensational.

We can stuff ourselves with food at
home.

Can't you ever relax?

Mr. Carlson, Miss Carlson, I hope you're
enjoying yourselves.

Oh, no, please, please sit down, sit
down.

If there is anything I can do to make
you stay more comfortable... Mr. Rourke,

understood that you could help me raise
funds for a very important project.

Yes, the Carlson Medical Center, Dr.
Carlson.

Yes.

Can you do it?

I don't mean to sound abrupt, but I
don't like to waste other people's time.

my own.

Did you know that the Gutenberg
Foundation have their headquarters right

Fantasy Island?

Gutenberg? Yes.

One of the biggest charitable
foundations in the world.

Right up there with Ford and Getty.

Yes.

I've arranged for you to discuss your
project with Mr. Gordon Ross, financial

advisor for the foundation.

I'm very grateful, Mr. Rourke, and I owe
you an apology.

No, you do things faster than I ever
thought possible.

Now, if you will excuse me, I've got a
lot of preparing to do for that meeting.

Mr. Rourke?

May I?

Of course.

Mrs. Carlson, I would like to ask you a
question.

Since the doctor seems primarily
interested in finance, when has he time

practice medicine?

I've asked that question a lot.

Pardon me if this question sounds a
little strange, but don't you want the

doctor to have his fantasy, a giant
conflict named after him?

Of course.

I want what's best for him.

I just wish I knew what that was.

Excuse me, Mr. Rourke.

Let's go.

Intriguing, my friend.

What's that?

Well, when you offered to show me the
preparations for Evelyn and Dee Dee's

fantasy, I never expected to be brought
to this old opera house.

Why not? It's simple.

Where do chorus girls meet rich guys?

Uh, now let me think.

In the theater?

Right.

I'm putting on a Broadway musical for
millionaire backers.

Oh, yes, that always brings in the big
spenders. But where are you going to

a new Broadway musical?

Eat it, sweetheart.

Let's go, bud.

Okay, let's do the boy meets girl number
from the top.

All right.

I'll play the girl.

I'll play the boy.

Well, here we are down by the seashore.

What do you think of that?

Me with my beach umbrella.

Me with my floppy hat.

Let's put on our swimsuits and go for a
plunge. I'd rather cook some weenies and

have some lunch.

Man, does this stink.

Bernie, our producer.

Mr. Tato, you're just in time. We've got
some sensational new songs for the

course. Cool it, boy, cool it.

I'm sure you know Mr. Roach.

Well, Bernie and Jack, when I hired you
to perform in the Fantasy Island Lounge

on a trial basis, I never dreamed you
had Broadway aspirations.

Oh, well, we don't let this interfere
with our gig in the lounge, sir.

At least, not much.

And Mr. Tattoo said that the show was
the most important thing, and he's the

boss.

Really?

Boss, I didn't say that.

I just said that I was the producer and
I needed a writer and a story

and some music.

So Bernie and Jack were there with a
full trunk of... You know what I mean.

I think that two finding you for the job
was a stroke of near genius.

But where do Evelyn and Dee Dee fit into
the production?

Oh, they're going to be the stars of the
show.

All right, boy. The girls are going to
be here in the north.

Why don't you go back? They're going to
meet you there.

Right, right.

That's very good, boss.

Briefly, it is the hospital of the
future. A condition sensor from each

bed feeds into the data bank, which is
capable of both diagnosis and prognosis.

In the event of complications, this
central computer alerts a team of

specialists.

Costs are reduced, efficiency increased,
because these highly trained doctors

and surgeons can monitor patients at a
dozen hospitals simultaneously.

But with everything so removed, what
about the traditional doctor -patient

relationship? Will they ever see each
other?

Well, I'm afraid the emotional
involvement is a... Casualty of

unfortunate, but it can't be helped.

I see.

I'm sure your plan fits our funding
criteria.

However, you'll have to present the
concept to the executive committee for

final approval.

Fine. When can I see them?

That's the problem.

They're adjourning their annual meeting
tomorrow afternoon.

If you could have dinner with them
tonight.

Just tell me where.

The villa is on the other side of the
island.

I'll call them and tell them you're
coming.

You idiot.

Don't you have brains enough to pull
over to the side of the road?

Good Lord.

You're having a baby.

Too late for this first rehearsal. Mr.
Tattoo will think we're unprofessional.

Hey, well, it won't be my fault, you
know. I'm the one that's nearsighted,

you're the one who glued our eyes
together.

Hey, look.

They'd better be able to sing, act, and
dance, or this show's going to be a

turkey.

Now, those are two real cute guys.

Look at the tall, blind one.

He looks a lot like Robert Redford,
doesn't he?

Except he has a different face and a
different body.

It's too obvious.

Look at the little guy at the piano.
Now, there's the guy with sensitivity.

I like the way his glasses fall down his
nose.

Don't worry. The girl will be perfect.

Or I would never have chosen myself.

Now, they must be backstage.

Come in, girls.

A little traveling music for Evelyn and
Didi.

Whoever you are. I'm Dee Dee.

She's Dee Dee. I'm Evelyn.

I'm Jack Terry.

How do you do?

Cut the small talk.

And you kids, you better rehearse and
learn the new waiting number.

I want to do it for the backers'
audition.

Right. Backers' audition.

We have to be real sharp for those rich
millionaires, don't we, Evelyn?

Hey, Colton Bourne.

Huh? Millionaires. Oh, oh, we have to go
rehearse.

We have to rehearse.

Rehearse, right.

Will you be terrific? I wrote this song.

Oh, you wrote this song? Oh, I wrote the
whole show.

I wrote it, yes.

They should have a very successful
collaboration.

They seem to have found what might best
be described as instant rapport.

The two?

Tattoo? Tattoo?

Well, boss, when you're a big producer,
you've got to present the proper image.

Oh, sure.

You okay?

Here, let me see.

Pains are still coming ten minutes
apart.

That means the baby won't be here for a
while yet.

Is this your first?

Yes.

I'm hoping for a boy.

Well, I'll have the tire changed in just
a minute. Does this thing run?

Oh, yes.

Well, I may borrow it from you after I
drop you off.

Where's the nearest doctor?

In the village.

About 12 miles ahead.

12 miles.

Is there a phone there?

No.

Well, at least you'll be all right
there.

You must be a very important man.

What's your business?

Actually, I'm a doctor.

That's so good.

I'm Dr.

Tomer. He's very old, but very, very
kind.

They say he does not keep up with the
times.

I'm sure you know much more.

Obstetrics isn't exactly my specialty.

Oh?

Delivering babies.

Oh.

You don't need me.

I'll get you to Dr. Thomas soon, and you
and the baby will be just fine.

Sorry, we've just had a lock.

Are you hurt?

If this happens all the time, why don't
you get it fixed?

That would cost money, and I have none.

And you walk.

I wish he had.

But I don't think so.

You're just in time for my new hit song.
Oh?

I wrote it for the second act. Uh -huh.
Why don't you sit down and play it, and

I will sing it for you. Then rehearsals
are going well, I presume.

Oh, fabulous.

Sure. Why don't you start with the
intro?

Naturally.

Naturally.

How are the girls getting along with
Bernie and Jack?

They seem to find one another quite
interesting.

Oh, they're okay, boss. They're okay.

I'll get them married to millionaires.

Why don't you start again? This is
perfect now.

All right.

Well, so does, and all I call, strength.

Concussion can kill you, but I can't
kill you.

Okay, lay your heart high above,

cause nothing, I say nothing, hurts

like love.

Yes, I feel I have definitely been
grabbed.

I'm sure they will make a very large
impression.

I'm going to stick it in a show right
away.

Oh.

Bob. Yes?

Can I ask you a question? Of course.

How about Evelyn and Didi?

Do you think they like Bernie and Chuck
better than the millionaire?

Love. is an irrational element, Tattoo.

It often has nothing whatever to do with
common sense.

Don't worry, boss.

Their fantasy was to marry money.

Well, I'm going to make sure they get
what they want.

Are you okay?

All right, now just hang on. Hang on.

That's it.

That's it.

Just give me a minute to rest and we'll
go on.

You're a good man.

The people...

Your patience.

I love you very much.

I don't have much to do with the
patience.

Why not?

It's not my job.

But what is your job?

I raise money.

I make sure that things run right.

You understand?

But a doctor who doesn't have a doctor.

That is very strange.

I never heard of such a thing.

Just hold on.

Hold on.

I'm going to see if I can get some
water.

Get this thing started.

There goes my seal. I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that's where it is. Oh, you poor
kid. Your ankle looks swollen.

I think a little massage would help.

Yeah?

Hi.

Hi.

Your music's beautiful.

It carries with it a message of
happiness on wings of melody.

That's very poetic.

Thank you.

What are you doing? What's going on?
You're supposed to be rehearsing. We

just taking a break.

Well, next time you can take your break
in a separate part of the room.

Come on, girls. I want to talk to you.

Come on.

Listen.

I set up a cocktail party so you can
meet some millionaires before the

Now, I want everything to go perfectly.

Evelyn.

Millionaires. Yeah.

Well, we want everything to be perfect,
too.

So we'll do whatever you want.

lady needs help.

In there.

Oh, Adela.

Oh, my.

Adela. Where's the doctor?

He's not here.

An emergency.

A farmer got hurt. His tractor had
overturned. When will he be back?

When he's finished, sir. I am the
doctor's midwife.

Oh, good.

Good. This lady will take care of you
until the doctor comes back.

Thank you, and good luck.

Sir! Sir!

Sir, I know this girl. The doctor's very
worried about her. She has lost three

babies. If this baby's not turned right,
she will have much trouble.

Maybe she will die this time if the
doctor's not here to help her. Then find

husband, have him go for the doctor.

Her husband?

He was killed six months ago.

There is only her and the baby.

After I finish making Honeymoon Folly a
hit, I will make a musical version of

Moby Dick.

The only thing I have to do is to get a
dancing well.

That's not too hard, is it?

Have a bit more champagne, Didi.

I'd love to watch your nose sprinkle
when the bubbles stack.

Hey, funny.

You're a fun guy, Freddy. Thank you.

But Evelyn and I are late for rehearsal,
and we've got... He collects porcelain.

Ooh, nice.

Hey, see if you can get him to send me
and DeWitt a sink for a wedding present.

Something tells me I've got a problem.

Oh, Mr. Rourke. Mrs. Carlson, I'm afraid
there is a problem.

The doctor's car was found on the road.

There's been a flight accident.

Oh, no, nothing serious, nothing
serious.

But he wasn't found.

Didn't he arrive at the villa? I'm
afraid not. I am going to drive the road

perhaps I can find him. You're certainly
welcome to join me, if you wish.

Oh, I'll be ready in a couple of
minutes.

Trains are faster now. Three minutes
apart.

Is something wrong, sir?

Nothing.

Just looks like I'm going to miss an
appointment.

Oh, it's the doctor.

Good.

Now you just hang on.

You're going to be fine.

Doctor, there's a patient in there
waiting for you.

Who are you?

Well, I'm just a good Samaritan whose
job is done.

Right, arch the back. Beautiful,
beautiful.

Very nice.

Great.

Okay, okay, that's it. All right, take
five, everybody. We want to talk to our

stars privately.

What's the matter? Did we goof?

No.

Actually, it would probably be better if
we talked to you alone.

Jack talking to Evelyn and me talking to
you.

But we don't have the time.

And since we're partners, we don't have
any secrets, so here goes.

We love you.

He means that he loves you and I love
you.

I know we haven't proved to you that we
can get to Broadway, but you'll always

get the best from us.

I know what we're doing is crazy, but
we're still doing it. We want you to

us. Him, her, and you, well...

It isn't that we don't like you a lot.

Me, you, her, him.

It's just that... That... It's just that
it would be wrong for us.

Because we didn't come to Fantasy Island
to get married. At least not to you.

I'm sorry.

Well, we wish you all the best.

Places, everyone, for the wedding
number.

Dr. Toma, have you seen by any chance a
gentleman... Mr. Rourke, I must have

your help.

There's a girl inside.

Her water's broken, but the baby's
breached. It won't come out.

Can't you help her?

I will if I have to, but I don't want a
chance.

She needs a cesarean.

I'm not operating anymore.

But the girl said there was a man here.

He's a doctor. He's on his way to
Gutenberg Villa.

Hold on as best you can, doctor. I'll
try to catch up with him.

Miss Coulson? I think I'm needed here.

Can you use another nurse?

I used to be pretty good.

Oh, thank you. I'll be back soon.

You are needed back at the village,
Doctor.

It's the girl.

Dr. Thomas feels she needs to be buried.

Look, Rory, that's a simple operation.

Dr. Thomas is afraid he's over his head.
He's an old man.

He's afraid the girl might die if he
operates.

Don't you understand? I'm asking the
Gutenberg Foundation for $50 million.

Yes, for the Carlson Medical Center.

People have babies every day. She'll be
all right.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry for you, Dr. Carlson.

Do we still have her, Doctor?

Barely, I think.

I doubt if we could have waited much
longer.

Doctor, the baby won't.

Now, don't worry.

We're going to give him some help.

Trust me.

Everything's going to be just fine.

We'll take the baby by C -section.

Are you ready, nurse?

Yes, doctor.

I have everything prepared.

It's a boy.

Oh, wonder.

Love.

And the mother?

Lifting and doing well.

I've been in touch with the foundation
by our CB radio.

The executive committee understands why
you're late and we'll wait for you.

You better tell them that...

I'm not coming.

But what about the Carlson Medical
Center?

Somebody else built it.

There are plenty of good engineering
doctors who can put it together without

You know, I'd almost forgotten, but this
is what medicine is all about.

Mr. Rourke, can I tell him now?

I think you should, yes.

I had to find a few tools.

That something would happen to give us
back our marriage.

Thanks for giving me back the doctor I
married.

Why so sad, my friend?

Boss, I blew it.

What? The girls.

They don't love the millionaires.

They love the songwriters.

What shall I do, boss? They're
miserable.

Well, if you could engineer a happy
uniting

of the lovers,

Dee Dee with Bernie and Evelyn with
Jack.

Almost the way it happens on stage.

In the wedding number.

Ah.

I know future backers.

Here come the highlight of my show.

The big wedding number where the two
leading ladies married their dancing

millionaires and lived happily ever
after.

We're going to a wedding. We don't
expect to

cry.

But getting married can be so fun.

Here's a preacher, Reverend Jones.

He'll tie the lover's knot.

Bart, he's perfect.

Who is he?

The Reverend Abner Moody from Cedar
Rapids, Iowa.

His fantasy was to appear in a musical.

Fortunately, his request came in last
week.

Well, I hope they don't kill me when
they find out they're getting married

real. And not a millionaire.

Here comes the bride.

And there's the groom.

If you want to get married, you may have
to be carried

to the preacher man's ferry.

authority vested in me, I hereby
proclaim you D .D. Verona and Bernard

and you Evelyn Caltonburn and Jack
Turrey, man and wife.

But now the future...

Bernie and Jack had a fantasy, too.

They did?

They are very successful Broadway
dramatists, but nobody in New York would

them a chance to do a musical, so...
What?

They are successful playwrights?

Yes. Then they must have a few bucks in
the bank.

A few million, to be exact.

Then they got their millionaires. They
got married to their millionaires.

I did it.

You certainly did, my friend.

Congratulations, my friend. The show was
a smash.

But it's not the end, Bob. Not yet.

No? They didn't do my beautiful number.

How? You remember?

You promise?

Yes, I did in time.

Lights.

Maestro, introduction, please.

Well,

so does an old ankle sprain.

Concussion can kill you, but it can heal

whatever you have high above.

Cause nothing, I say nothing,

Hurts like love.

Shoo -bee -doo -bee. Shoo -bee -doo
-bee.

Yeah. Nothing.

Hurts like love.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Good luck. And a lot of happiness.

Pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?

Congratulations. Goodbye, Mr. Rourke.
And thanks.

Thank you forever.

Goodbye, Dr.

Skalson.