All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s02e01_the_homecoming_-_the_sheikh

Bye.

Good morning, Tattoo. Good morning,
boss.

Oh, isn't it a glorious morning?

Ah, if you say so.

Oh, still feeling low, Tattoo?

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that
way.

That's all right, boss. I know what you
mean.

I don't understand something.

Why is it that when people are sad, they
say they are low?

And when they have no money, they say
they are short?

Ah, merely figures of speech.

That's all.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This came for you yesterday.

Oh, it must be the new package I sent
for my costume.

Well, it's good to see a smile on your
face, my friend. Oh, by the way, what

you going to be at this year's
masquerade?

Oh, my favorite hero, Robin Hood.

That's a splendid choice.

You'll make a wonderful Robin Hood.

Well, I don't think the costume company
thinks so.

What do you mean?

Well, either they send the wrong size...

Oh, they think I should be the... Jolly
Green Giant.

Smile, everyone.

Smile.

For the past few years, Mr. Ed Green has
been the only male teacher at a very

exclusive private school for young
women.

The only man in an all -private girls'
school?

Wow. Oh, all is not as it seems, that's
right.

Mr. Breen feels he spends his life
trying to teach and appease some very,

spoiled debutants. To counter this, he
wishes to be the master of women.

Many women. His women.

In short, his fantasy is to be a sheik
with his own harem.

But, uh, do you think I can get
something off?

Maybe I can help Mr. Breen?

Uh, I work very hard.

That too. Please.

Take a good look at you.

It isn't often you see someone who has
returned from the dead.

Returned from the dead?

Eight years ago, Sergeant Alan Boardman
was reported killed in action in

Vietnam. Back home, a coffin was buried,
his widow cried, and the local

congressman presented his baby son with
a distinguished service cross his father

had earned.

It wasn't until recently that the
mistake was discovered.

How come it took so long to find out who
he was?

He was badly injured when he became a
prisoner of war.

His face and body burned.

He was in a state of shock and
identification was impossible.

Even when he came out of it, his memory
was gone.

After the war, a series of plastic
surgery operations restored him

But it was only a few months ago that
his memory returned.

And he remembered, after eight long
years, who he was.

and the names of the wife and child he
left behind.

His wife and his little boy must have
been very happy to see him.

Unfortunately not.

You see, Tattoo, when he went home, they
had disappeared.

Oh, he searched for months, but to no
avail.

That's why he's come here.

And his fantasy is to find his family.

Do you know where they are, Bob?

Do you?

My dear guest, I am Mr. Rock.

Your host, welcome to Fantasy Island.

Yes?

Mr. Boardman is here.

Ah, yes, Mr. Boardman. Please, come in,
come in.

Sit down, won't you?

I really don't feel very much like
sitting down.

My wife, child, have you found them? Are
they all right?

Oh, yes, yes, I found them, and I must
say they both seem fine and happy.

Thank God.

I've been so scared, you know, the last
three months, looking for them

everywhere. When can I see them?

Soon, Mr. Boardman, soon.

I thought it would be better if we had a
chance to talk first.

Talk about what?

About your wife and your son.

And the shock it would be to them to
find out you're still alive.

You mean you haven't told them? Why not?

I thought it best that the decision of
if and when to tell them should come

you.

Why not get to know them first?

With your new face, there should be no
problem of them recognizing you.

Something's wrong.

Why aren't you telling me?

They, um... They loved you.

Remember that.

But please remember, too, that they
thought you were dead.

They didn't know they should wait.

Your wife remarried five years ago.

Nancy has a husband, Mr. Baldwin.

Just as your son, Danny, already has a
father.

We have reached the forbidden area.

Beyond lies your harem.

My harem.

You know, Mr. Rourke, I've heard you
were incredible, but how did you put

all together?

Actually, the palace and harem belong to
one of my regular guests.

His Imperial Radiant, the Sheik of
Kasha, has graciously agreed to lend it

to you for the weekend.

A used harem.

I was hoping, I thought...

Mr. Breen, a harem should be thought of
as a very special car lot.

There are always several brand new
models, but there are also many classics

which should not be ignored.

As long as there aren't any lemons.

I am Habib, chief of Kasha. Mr. Ruak
told me you would be here. My blessings

upon you for bringing an old man welcome
relief from all the devoted, fawning

females.

Oh, I'm glad to help out.

Hakim is overseer of the harem. Now he
shall obey your slightest wish as he has

always obeyed mine.

Oh, well, in that case, with your
permission, um...

I'd like to meet my power.

I'd like to meet the harem.

I applaud your enthusiasm.

Mr. Roe told me you would be strong and
willing.

A moment, please.

My doctor has told me to acquire a
hobby. Now, say cheese.

Cheese.

I shall have a lovely time now. A whole
weekend alone with my camera. And no

women.

What a nice man.

Confessional. I think it's time.

To make a few introductions.

This way, Radiance.

Radiance.

Patatita, master.

First among those most favored.

Ignore her, master.

I can please you much, much better.

Eura. Favorite. The first of the most
favored.

First favorite.

Favorite first.

Well, that might have been with the old
sheep, but with me, you're going to have

to prove yourselves if you want to keep
your stripes.

Do you suppose you could teach me a few
of those moves?

Those and many more, Your Excellency.

I think I've died and gone to heaven.

They told me I'd find you here. I...
I've thought it over. I'd like to meet

them. I see.

And how would you like to be introduced?

By your real name or the one they gave
you in the hospital, Paul Andrews?

I don't know.

Does that make any sense? It's just
that... I dreamt about meeting them for

eight years, and now I'm supposed to
make a decision like that about whether

still have a place in their life.

Yes.

Yes.

Nancy and her new husband, Frank
Harding, have come to Fantasy Island,

believe, as first prize winners of a
supermarket contest.

Harding.

That's your name now?

Yes. They bring Danny with them?

Of course.

God, am I scared.

You are a kind and compassionate man,
Mr. Boardman.

I'm sure you'll make the right decision.

Mr. Roark, when will I meet them?

Can I have it back, mister?

Sure.

Thanks a lot.

Haven't I told you to be careful with
that ball, Danny?

He's usually a very good boy. Sometimes
he just gets excited.

Yes, I'm sure he is.

Is something wrong?

No, no.

It's just the name Danny in your face.

It's so familiar as if I've seen it in a
photograph somewhere.

Vietnam. You were in Vietnam?

Yes. My dad was killed there. If you saw
a picture of me, you must have met my

husband.

Too much of a coincidence.

My dad was a sergeant.

A real hero. He won the Distinguished
Service Cross.

Well, that was a long time ago.

But we're still very proud of him.

His name was Alan Boardman. Did you know
him?

Yes. Yes, I did.

You did?

So there you are.

This is my husband.

This man knew Alan in Vietnam. Isn't
that amazing?

Well, yes, it certainly is.

Hi, I'm Frank Harding.

Paul, Andrew.

How are you? You here with your family?

No, I'm alone.

We were planning a little picnic this
afternoon.

Mr. O 'Rourke told us about a nice
little spot down by the lagoon.

You're certainly welcome to join us.

Well, I really don't think... We'd love
to have you.

Yeah, I'll, uh... I'll do my best. Come
on, Danny, let's get some drag clothes.

Oh, I just had the most incredible
dream.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, if I'm gonna keep that up, I better
start jogging, doing push -ups, running

sprints, and... Oh!

Scratch my back. I will scratch it,
master. I will do it. Your nails are

the claws of an eagle. You will hurt
him. I would never harm my beloved

sister to a pig.

All right, wait a minute.

You scratch this side and you scratch
that side.

Oh, yeah.

This is better than teaching Latin at
Fallen Bee Academy for gentle

women.

I'm out of pomegranate juice.

No, no, no, no, no. You stay here. Let
somebody else make points.

Excuse me. You, over there.

Miss?

I would like some more juice and some
dates.

I'm waiting.

That's better.

What was that all about?

That insolent wench.

Hakeem!

Hakeem, who was that dancing girl that
just went past you?

Yasmine, sire, but seek her not.

Content yourself with the many women who
adore their master.

I'm the sheik, right?

Then do my bidding. I would like to meet
Miss Yasmine right here in my very

private chambers.

As you wish, magnificence.

Well. Let's see, where were we? Right in
the middle of hanky and panky.

Heavy on the hank and light on the pank.

You

catching

anything?

Nah.

Oh, hi.

Hi. Maybe I could give you a hand. Do
you mind?

Sure. Come on.

How long you been out?

For about an hour.

Oh.

You okay?

Yeah.

Tell me about my dad, Mr. Andrews.

Did he like to fish?

Almost better name.

At least that's what he told me. I mean,
we didn't do a lot of fishing, did we?

Sometimes I dream about him.

And me and him, we're playing baseball.

We're just talking.

Sure wish I could have gone fishing with
him.

What are you talking about?

Hey, you got a bite.

Look, Dad, I'm a really big one. You do,
don't you? Look at that.

I got to show Mom. Yeah, I'd say that
qualifies at first glance.

Heavy -duty whopper.

Look what I caught. Mom, Dad.

Hey, look at you.

I caught a fish.

Well, if you'd be a little more careful,
son, you'd save your mother a lot of

work.

Danny, what happened to you?

I slipped.

But look what I caught, Mom.

It's a real beauty, sweetheart.

Mr. Andrews helped me.

Oh, you accepted our invitation.

I had hoped you would.

Uh, thank you.

He said Dad liked fish, too. Almost
better than anything.

That's right, he did.

You must have known Alan well.

Uh, combat, you know, things happen
fast. A couple of months, you feel as if

you've known someone his whole life.

Hi, Tattoo.

Hi, Denny.

Mr. Harding.

There is a telephone call for you from
the mainland.

They say that's very important.

That could be the call we've been
waiting for.

Um... Save a hot dog for me, huh?

Please sit down, Mr. Andrews.

Thanks. Oh, I, uh... I left a horse over
by the stream. I better... I can get

it. Please.

Think you can handle it? It's okay with
me. It's okay with your mom.

Go ahead.

You going to feed the fish to the horse?

He seems like a good boy.

Oh, he has his moments.

I just hope he doesn't pester you too
much about Alan.

No. No, I don't mind.

You know, Danny thinks that his father
is just about the greatest man that ever

lived.

Is that a bad thing?

Well, sometimes.

It makes it awfully hard for a
stepfather to compete.

And Frank has worked very hard to build
us into life.

Put all that in the past, huh?

I thought about that after we met you at
the pool.

I remember when I first heard that Alan
had died.

I wanted to die, too.

It's funny how time heals wounds.

Alan and I loved each other so much, it
was almost like a fairy tale.

And now...

It's eight years later.

And it's almost... It's almost like it
was a part of somebody else's life.

Or a dream.

A dream.

Have you ever felt like that?

Uh... No.

Never.

Lady Yasmin, as you ordered, Serenity.

Bring the wench in.

She will not bring you pleasure, master.

Let me tame her first. No, no, no.

You and your honchos out. Out.

Hour.

I love it.

You know, I admire your spirit.

But I'm tired of women who won't listen
to me. So if you don't give me a hard

time, I won't give you one.

Ta -da!

Surprise, surprise, Edgar Breen.

Brenda Rappaport.

What are you doing here?

Defending my honor, you creep.

Get fresh with me and I'll clobber you.

Brenda, it really is you.

In the flesh, if you'll pardon the
expression.

Excuse me for stuffing myself, but they
don't feed you too well when you're a

dancing girl who won't play footsies
with a sheik.

You're supposed to be teaching physical
education at Follingsby Academy. What

are you doing here in my fantasy?

Your fantasy?

I used to jog past your Latin class
three times a day, but you never noticed

I'm here because my fantasy was to be
noticed by you. So that rat Rourke fixes

it so that I get trapped in a crummy
harem with an old cheek and a bunch of

guards who always want to whip me. And
now you finally show up, but by this

time, who cares?

Ask me some questions.

Yeah, yeah.

Notice you? Why should I notice you? You
were hardly noticeable with that big

bun of hair, thick glasses, and the
sweatsuits with the baggy knees.

I didn't know.

You're very attractive.

You're beautiful.

In fact, you're gorgeous.

There was a time I would have killed to
hear you say that.

Matter of fact, it's wonderful to hear
you say it now.

Oh, speaking of killed.

Eddie, I hate to say this, but I think
you've been set up for an assassination.

I've been what?

Set up.

I heard Hakeem talking with the guards.

The old sheik knew he was a marked man,
so he was arranging a plan where he'd

split and set up a stooge to get knocked
off in his place.

What makes you think I'm the stooge?

Because he lent you his harem.

When the assassins show up and find you
here, they'll put two and two together

and come up with homicide.

Eddie, you've got to get out fast if you
can.

If I can?

I am the Sheik.

This is my domain.

I can come and go as I please.

Would you move, please?

I don't think he understands English.

What is thy wish, divinity?

I'd like to take a walk. I feel a bit
cooped up in here.

The hour is most inauspicious, master.
Enjoy the pleasures of thy harem, noble

personage. It is to that end that I
labor most unworthily in thy service.

It is a sinner.

I know it's late. I saw the light
burning.

You're welcome any time, Mr. Boardman.

May I offer you a drink?

Yes.

What are you drinking?

Bourbon.

Ice.

Yes.

Well, I take it you've come to some sort
of a decision.

Yes. I want you to arrange a meeting for
me.

With my wife and son.

If I'm not mistaken, that's what I did
for you this afternoon.

You... Yes.

I wasn't ready then.

I'd love...

But you are ready now.

You're damn right I am.

I want my family back, Mr. Rock.

And I intend to have them. I know it's
not going to be easy.

I mean, why should Nancy say that it's
wrong for the boy to love me? It's too

much competition for the stepfather.

I know that Danny loves her. I'm sure of
it.

And Nancy does too.

But you know the problem.

They are legally married.

And the boy was officially adopted by...
How can they be legally married? I'm a

husband. I'm alive in here.

I apologize.

I... Feeling very sorry for myself for
that too much drink.

But I intend to get my family back.

And I'll fight it through every court in
the land if I have to.

Do you really think it's a battle that
can be won in the courts?

If I have to.

I've done some checking, a couple of
phone calls. Harding is up to his neck

debt. And I have eight years back pay to
spend.

And I'll spend every nickel of it if I
have to on lawyers.

I'll arrange a meeting in the morning.

At the Harding Bungalow at noon.

Good night, Mr. Boardman.

Who is it?

Ant, I just heard Hakeem talking with
some of the guards.

Your killers are emissaries from Prince
Mustafa of the Sudan.

They plan to use daggers after dinner
tonight.

Daggers?

Oh, wait a minute. They won't hurt me.
After all, this is not the face of a

sheik. You want to bet? Take a look.

Right in the middle of the page.

The face of a sheik.

That's where the sheik took that
picture.

Uncounted pardons, illustrious paragon
of excellence. I would not have intruded

unless it was a matter of great
consequence.

Your guests have arrived.

Emissaries from the Honorable Mustafa,
Prince of the Sudan.

They bring gifts and greetings to the
true sheik of Kasha.

Um, tell him I'm not home.

Such discourtesies would be impossible,
Radiance.

I will inform them that thou art resting
from thy revels and that you will greet

them properly this evening at dinner.

Dinner?

Sounds like the last supper.

Hello, Tattoo.

Oh, hi, boss.

Oh, are we still filled with our self
-pity?

Well, it comes and goes, you know.

If you were my side, you would
understand.

Sit down for a moment.

My dear friend, don't you realize that
the world is filled with people who are

too short or too tall?

Or their ears or nose or their eyes or
feet are too big or too small.

And that's the marvelous thing about it
all.

That every one of us, in its own special
way, is unique.

But you don't understand, boss.

Nobody takes me seriously.

When I wink at a girl, they don't even
smile.

When I balance your book...

You don't even pay attention.

I'm small, and the world is built for
people your size.

And if I could change for all time the
world this moment to your size, I would,

my friend.

Thank you, boss.

But it would not work.

You see, then my best friend will be too
big.

And I wouldn't want that to happen to
you.

Let's get this over with. I'm afraid
there is a new problem, perhaps more

important than yours. I just received
word that your son has run away.

Danny?

Why? Well, I hope to find that out in a
moment.

What happened?

We found this note in Danny's room.

It won't be sent away.

What's all this about?

We were trying to send Danny to a
special kind of boarding school.

But he didn't understand.

Boarding school.

I understand.

You wanted him out of the way. Your
husband did. Wait a minute.

Look, your friendship with Danny's
father doesn't give you the right to

here and judge us or interfere with our
lives. I'm not too sure about that.

Maybe it does.

Please, please, please.

Where is Mr. Harding now?

He's out looking for Danny.

I see. I'll organize a search party to
help him. We could use your help, too.

Yes. I'd like to settle this first.

Why was Danny being sent away?

Look, I know you mean well. Why?

I think you should tell us, Mrs.
Harding. It might make it easier to help

boy.

Danny has problems with school.

He has severe visual dyslexia.

A reading disturbance.

It makes schoolwork almost impossible.

Well, Frank found this boarding school,
and they seem to have overcome the

problem.

It's too far away to commute, and it's
very expensive.

Frank had spent years building up his
business, and now he's borrowed every

penny he can on it to try and give Danny
a chance at a future.

He loves him that much.

Of course he does.

As much as any father could.

When you adopt someone, you choose to be
a father.

You accept the responsibilities.

Now, I think that's as big a step as
being a natural father in many ways.

Yes, he loves Daddy.

Everything he's done proves that.

But the boy loves his real father.

Danny never knew his real father.

Alan was a wonderful man.

But eight years is a long time. It's
hard to remember now.

And Danny is in love with this medal.

And everything it represents.

I can't really blame him for that.

Your first husband must have been a very
brave man.

No, he was.

Alan had a lot of flair.

I was very proud of him.

And I know they don't give those things
away for playing games over there.

But I feel so sorry for Frank.

He just can't win in a fight against the
kind of image that that medal

represents. Not in a boy's mind.

Please, Mr. Rourke.

Find our son.

Bring him home.

We're a real family.

And we love Danny very much.

We will try, Mrs. Harding.

Did you have anything else to say?

No. No.

Except... I'm sorry.

I'll find Danny.

I'm not so sure.

The island jungle is very thick and
dangerous.

You forget, Mr. Rourke, I have flair.

This is what I do well.

Well, hi.

So you found me.

Yeah, and it wasn't easy.

But I'm not going back. Not ever.

Yeah, okay, listen, uh...

You mind if I sit down for one moment?

I'm really tired.

You don't mind, do you?

Thanks.

You know something?

Mother's really worried about you, you
know.

So is your dad.

He's not my dad.

Yeah. She told me about the school. You
don't want to go, huh?

No.

I'm tired of hearing about how bad I do
in school and about how much money

Frank's spending on me and all that
stuff.

God, I wish my real dad was here.

You know something?

I think if your real dad were here, he'd
probably want you to go to the school.

He wouldn't have sent me away.

Things with him would have been fun.

Everything can't be fun.

You can't have everything the way you
want it all the time.

Look, let me tell you about your dad.

What he was like.

I mean, he was really a good guy.

And there are times, like in wartime,
you know, when you really need guys like

him.

But there are other times when you
really need guys like Frank.

Listen to me.

Frank does what needs to be done, too.

I mean, maybe what he does isn't as

exciting as what your father did.

They don't give any medals for it, but
in a way that makes it harder, too.

It's not the same.

Yes, it is.

If my dad was here, would he be saying
what you are?

He wanted to do what was right.

Once he understood it.

And he wanted you to do what was right,
too.

He wanted you to do your best to make
your mother and your father

happy.

Your real dad is gone now, you know?

And... It's really important,

man, that everybody accepts that.

And that you can start it on your
future, you know?

Make him proud of you.

You promise he'd want it that way?

Yeah, I promise.

Come on, son.

I demand to see the Sheik of

Karsha at once.

Who dares demand in my court?

I reign pardons on you, my lord.

I demand nothing but your august
company.

Then be content, for I am here.

about to die.

To boot you.

I know all about you, little fly.

And you won't get away with it.

Before I flattened this out, it was the
bedpan of the real Jake of Kasha.

This way.

Give me your hand. Give me your hand.
Don't worry. Don't worry.

It'll be all right.

school right and you're gonna do your
best yeah okay i think maybe we can go

fishing again someday i wouldn't bet
again go bye

danny

Goodbye, Miss Rutherford, Miss Green. I
think perhaps your fantasies were not

nearly so satisfying as your reality
together would be.

Thanks for everything, Mr. Roark.

Perhaps I should say goodbye to the
harem myself.

I wish I could have spent some time in
that harem.

But nobody will believe me. And I wish
you would stop feeling sorry for

yourself, Tattoo.

Boss, what is it? It's for you from all
of us on Fantasy Island. You see, we

realize that sometimes the ones we love
the most are the first ones we take for

granted.

It's a token of appreciation.

And respect for you, my friend.

Open it.

God!

You're beautiful!

Thank you, boss.

Thank you.

Thank everybody on the island.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

You're welcome, my friend.

Why not take it for a spin, huh?

That's a good idea.