All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s02e04_best_seller_-_the_tomb

Thank you.

Good morning, boss.

Good morning.

What are you doing with the mail sack,
the two?

I want to make sure these get on the
plane.

Oh? Yes, they are my entry for the prune
whammies jingle contest.

Prune whammies?

Yes, it's a new breakfast cereal.

Oh, I see.

Listen to this, boys.

If you get up in the morning and you
feel real slow, pick up a bowl of prune

whammy and it will make you go, go, go,
go.

Marvelous. I'm only trying for a second
prize.

Indeed. And what is the second prize?

A full -length mink coat.

A mink coat?

What are you going to do with a mink
coat on a tropical island?

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Mr. Barney T. Hunter, St. Louis,
Missouri.

He works in a bookstore.

What is fantasy?

Oh, he wants to be a famous author.

Everybody wants to be.

They make a lot of money.

Oh, Mr. Hunter isn't the slightest bit
interested in money, is he?

Not interested in money?

That's incredible.

Perhaps, the two.

But you see, Mr. Hunter suffers from
incurable shyness. What he wants is

something he feels he'll never get in
the real world.

He's interested in just once feeling
adulation, the kind he has seen best

-selling authors receive.

For this weekend, Mr. Hunter wants to
know what it feels like to be Hemingway

Steinbeck. Or Harold Robbins.

Professor Neville Marlowe and his
daughter Jill, with his associate, Mr.

Kamil. Hey, Professor, that's nice.
Bring some glass around here.

What kind of professor is he?

What's his fantasy?

Archaeology and Egyptology, but it's his
daughter's fantasy, not his.

You see, in years of exploring, the
professor has never made an important

discovery. And she want him to make an
important discovery on Fantasy Island?

Yes. That's impossible.

Oh, is it really, my friend? Then why
would I send him a cable requesting him

come on a most confidential matter?

Huh?

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rock, your
host.

Welcome, Fantasy Island.

Hi, Mr. Rourke. Ah, yes, Hunter.

Ah, you want to know if we can really
make you a famous writer, don't you?

I guess I do. Well, rest assured, we
already have.

And a bestseller, too. Yes.

Bestseller? Yes, written by Barney T.
Hunter, published in Europe just one

ago. It's taken the continent by storm.

The Fantasy Island Bookshop has sold out
five times.

Yes, as you can see, it's just the sort
of book to make its author an overnight

sensation.

There's something wrong, Mr. Hunter.

My bestseller. The title, Sex Can Make
You Immortal.

Yes, sex and immortality, two very
popular subjects wrapped into one.

Written by the king of sex, Barney T.
Hunter.

Me? King of sex?

But of course, Mr. Hunter, at least
that's how you've been billed at your

autograph party this afternoon.

I should make for some rather
interesting questions from your readers.

Well, what sort of questions?

Well, you know, wanting to know what
Barney T. Hunter is really like.

And how did you do your research?

Mr. Rourke, I don't know how to say
this, but...

Well, I couldn't have written this book.

Oh, a man of the world like you?

That's just it.

I'm not a man of the world.

I had a very strict upbringing.

How could I have written a bestseller
about...

When I've never, uh... Did you goof this
time, boss?

Believe me, Mr. Hunter, there is no
reason to be upset. Just study this

and by the time you're through, you will
be just as expert as your readers. But

there's no hurry.

Enjoy your lunch, and when you're
through, we will show you to your

Will you excuse us? The truth.

This confirms an ancient legend that...
Mr. Rourke, where did you find these?

Oh, in the desert a few miles from here.

Confirms what legend, Professor?

Are these really important? I was so
afraid I might waste your time inviting

here. Important?

This could be the greatest
archaeological find of the past 50

The legend, Mr. Rourke, is that the
pharaoh, King Tutankhamen of ancient

had a twin brother.

Every archaeologist knows about it, but
there's never been any proof until now.

Impossible.

How intriguing. And it's all there in
those hieroglyphics?

That's enough of it, yes.

These writings were put down in the 14th
century B .C. They tell of twin

brothers, Tutankhamen and Nakinato.

Only one pharaoh could ascend the
throne, so the other twin was banished,

adrift in a canoe made of reeds,
accompanied only by a few faithful

some funeral artifacts.

Obviously, he was not expected to
survive the ocean voyage.

How awful. Who would send a little boy
to his death like that?

I mean, he must have been just a little
boy.

Tutankhamen was only nine years old when
he became king.

His twin was exactly that age when he
was banished.

Mr. Rourke, with your permission, of
course, I'll need some workmen, some

equipment, some vehicles, provisions.

Yes, yes, yes. Just in case these did
mean something, I took the liberty of

making certain preparations and...

Everything you need will be ready for
your expedition within an hour.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. Thank you.

Ah, it's quite a layout.

Well, I am very glad you're pleased.

Will you be taking us to the site
yourself, Mr. Rourke? Oh, no, no, I'm

can't. But this young man knows the
location exactly.

Professor Marlowe, Miss Marlowe, Mr.
Abdul -Kamil, may I present Hacking.

Let's get started. Jelly?

You are sending them on a wild goose
chase.

Can you be so sure, my friend?

Lucretia? Lucretia Smith.

Uh -huh.

Okay. I really loved your book, Mr.
Hunter.

Especially chapter 10.

Chapter 10?

Let's see. Chapter 10, that's the
chapter on... Oh.

Frigidity.

You writers are always so perceptive.

There you go, Lucretia.

I'm Audrey. And I'm Janet.

Hi. Um, my bungalow or yours? Oh, don't
listen to her. I beg your pardon?

How about you and me having a little
action, you gorgeous hunk?

The kind you write about in Chapter Six.

Uh, Chapter Six?

Oh, Chapter Six, uh, that's about... Oh,
my gosh.

You better believe it.

That's why you'd have much more fun with
me.

How about it, honey? You and me after
you finish here?

Maybe we could talk later.

There are other people waiting.

Oh, don't be afraid.

We'll see you later.

Ladies, I know you must be disappointed,
but maybe I could be of some help.

You?

Of course.

You see, Only a few people know that I'm
Mr. Hunter's main researcher.

Everything he writes comes from me.

Um, would you sign my book, Dr. Hunter?

I'm not a doctor.

Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought that,
well, since you were so knowledgeable, I

just assumed.

Your name?

Um, Angela.

Angela Brennan.

It's a beautiful name.

Oh, there you are.

I have been looking all over for you.

Now, you didn't throw away good money on
that piece of filth, did you?

Uh, Mother, I'd like you to meet the
author of the book, Mr.

Hunter. Angela, return that book to this
shameless sex merchant immediately.

Muttmonger.

Shame on you.

Come, Angela.

Come, Angela.

Come.

We should stay here tonight.

Just over there is where the pieces of
pottery were found.

Well, this is bad.

Nonsense, Abdul. We've been in worse
places than this.

Yes, but I feel something evil here. I'm
afraid for Miss Jill.

If there was indeed a twin named Naki
Natan, and if we find his tomb, and if

open it...

Of course we'll open it, if and when we
find it.

Now, Abdul, you're not going to bring up
those old stories about there being a

curse on anyone who opens a pharaoh's
tomb.

But the curse is real, little one.

Terrible things occurred when
Tutankhamen's tomb was violated in 1924.

Lord Carnarvon died from a mosquito
bite.

A photographer also died.

And a lady reporter.

And don't forget the howling dog.

Yes. A dog howled three times before
each of them died.

And the workmen, two of them went mad
and killed their entire families.

Three others wandered off into the
desert and poof, disappeared.

Professor, the tent will be ready soon.

Thank you, our key.

Something else, Huggy? One of the men,
the one who drove the second vehicle,

he's disappeared.

Disappeared? In the middle of the
desert?

The doom of a twin, especially a
banished one, is cursed tenfold.

Are you sure we won't find anything
here?

I was a fool to bring us halfway around
the world.

Oh, Dad, don't give up. Not yet.

It's futile, I tell you. Futile.

Come to think of it, that's a word for
my entire life.

Maybe Abdul was right. Maybe there is a
curse.

A real curse on my career.

From all my research work, I would say
that your romantic urges are very

You can say that again.

Your approach to love is very intense
and ecstatic.

You can say that again.

I could tell you more if you could come
to my place. I'm having a party tonight.

Oh, that sounds terrific.

If I'm not there in two hours, go ahead
and start without me.

Mr. Hunter? Yes. Is sex really as
beneficial as your book claims?

Well, that all depends on the two
people. Excuse me. Yes.

Mr. Hunter, would you autograph my book?
Oh.

I'm Liz.

Sure. Autograph it in lipstick, if you
don't mind.

It's more Freudian.

It's disgusting the way women throw
themselves at him.

He's a famous author.

He's got beady eyes.

And besides, people who write such books
should be put in jail. Just because

you're opposed to sex.

Opposed to sex?

I had you, didn't I?

There you go, miss.

Thank you.

Bye -bye.

Oh. I, uh, no, no. Thank you. I, no. Oh,
go ahead, Barney. It'll get you in the

mood. Yeah. Mood for what?

The mood for you and me in chapter six.

Not her.

Me. What's chapter six?

Well, look at that.

Oh. All right.

I didn't want to hurt my feelings, would
you, Barney?

Chapter five.

Chapter six. Here it is.

Wow.

You do that?

Ladies, I'm afraid you don't understand.

There's that nice pediatrician I want
you to meet.

Angela, where are you going? I've got to
go to the bathroom. I'll be right back.

Any chapter you want.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

It's my fault.

I sorted it on purpose. Not bumping into
you.

But I came here just because I...

I wanted to see you.

Did? I was hoping we'd get a chance to
talk.

So was I.

Uh, here comes my mother.

Meet me tomorrow.

Where?

Uh, the lagoon. Twelve o 'clock. I'll
try.

Animal.

Jill.

Jill, wake up. Jill, wake up.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Oh, I had an awful dream.

I was dead in an Egyptian tomb and they
were mummifying me.

They were wrapping me in those strips of
cloth and... It's all right, honey.

It's all right.

Look, they're at my museum.

No, that's not possible.

Jill, tell me about your dream.

Well, I was all in the gold, and my

face was painted, and I could see the
hands, and they were wrapping me, and I

could see the tomb itself.

Dad, I could see the rock.

A priest standing on it and pointing at
the tomb.

A rock?

What rock?

That rock. The tall one right there.

Now do. Wake the men. Have them
prepared.

We start a new dig at dawn.

Over there at the base of that hill.

Is he hurt?

No, sir. Only a small wound in his foot.
I'll get the first aid kit.

Let's have a look at that.

Get the shoe off.

Professor.

I believe what you seek has been found.

It's the tomb.

Just where your dream set us.

All right. Is that good enough? That's
good enough.

All right.

Everybody,

move!

All right, get them out, quickly. Move,
don't be

afraid. Don't be afraid. Now, what are
you?

Something with bad air.

All they need is some fresh air.

Where are they?

Here.

Sixteen tenths. The exact number outside
the tomb of King Tutton.

They're here, Admiral.

They're here.

The seals of the royal necropolis.

Thank you.

Good question. Thank you.

Jill, bring the flashlight.

Professor, please, do not go in there.

Abdul, Abdul, my friend, we've been
together a long time.

This is probably the most important
moment of our lives. You don't have to

it if you don't want to.

But I don't want to hear any more talk
about this.

Traditional barge.

Carry the young king safely through the
next war.

Yes, there's no doubt about it.

We are in the tomb of Naginata.

There are things wrong outside. I will
find out.

The boy was set adrift in a...

Read both. He would have carried nothing
but his personal jewelry. The burial

tomb must be behind one of the walls.

I don't see any... I mean, there aren't
any bones or skeletons around here.

No one but the pharaoh is permitted to
remain in the tomb.

The servant sealed the king in his
burial chamber, closed the outside door,

and go into the desert to die.

Abdul, you're getting your voice back.

You must be feeling better about things,
eh?

No, Professor, I do not.

The two who coughed when the tomb was
opened, they are very sick.

Also, the one who struck his foot with a
pick, he is feverish. They say it is

because of the pharaoh's curse.

That's ridiculous. I want you to tell
them that... I can't tell them anything.

They have gone, Professor, to take back
those who are sick.

All of them gone?

With all of the vehicles?

The jeep is here, Professor, with food
and water and extra provisions.

Gerard, there you are. I just wanted to
thank you for fulfilling my fantasy.

Oh, is Poopsie behaving himself?

Oh, he is a perfect gentleman now. But
it took you to make him finally stop

chasing kitty cats.

Now my little sweetums will not run out
in the street and get hit by a nasty old

car. Oh, Mrs. Howard, I am very happy I
was able to teach Poopsie respect.

for his furry little cousins.

Right, Poopsie? No more kitty cats.

Say bye -bye to Mr. Roar, Poopsie.

Bye -bye. Bye -bye, Poopsie.

Bye.

Boss, how did you do it?

How did you stop Poopsie from chasing
kitty cats?

Oh, it was really quite simple, Tattoo.
I merely allowed Poopsie to catch one of

those kitty cats.

Nice kitty.

Never, uh, never happened this way
before.

I just met you, and suddenly I want to
know everything about you.

Well, when you're born and raised in
Peter Rapids, there's really not much to

know. Oh, for all I know.

You could be married.

No. Engaged?

No.

My mother's been trying to match me up
with this well -to -do pediatrician.

He's really nice, but he's also really
dull.

Angela, I know this may sound crazy.

Could I ask you a delicate question?

I don't believe in premarital sex.

I don't believe in it either.

Now you're making fun of me.

No. But you're one of the world's
foremost experts on sex.

I mean, you just didn't sit down and
write a book like that from your

imagination.

Angela, you've got to believe me.

Before I came to this island, I wouldn't
even have had the nerve to talk to a

girl like you.

Mr. Wark, he's really something.

What do you mean?

Me.

How shy I am.

Mr. Wark knew just what subject my book
should be about.

I don't follow you.

No, that's not important.

There's an explanation I just can't tell
you right now.

What is important is... I think I love
you.

The lab may be going out, but at least
there's fresh air coming in.

I'll try to enlarge the hole. Maybe I
can get us out of here.

Oh, wait, Abdul.

You're worn out.

Sit down.

We all could use some rest.

Mr. Rourke will send someone for us as
soon as he sees that the workmen have

left. They will not go to him, miss.

They will return to their homes in the
back country.

It will be a long time before Mr. Rock
learns about them.

No food, no water, and the extra
batteries are outside

in the jeep.

That is quite strange.

What do you mean?

There are no dogs here in the desert.

Here?

Just like the curse said.

Don't move. There's something on your
neck.

Thanks, Archie.

Whatever it was, it doesn't seem to have
bitten me.

It's a scorpion.

I do not think so.

I cannot tell what it is. Look.

It's an Egyptian scarab.

A Kenetan symbol.

The scarab belonged to him.

Bandit. was used to mark the entrance to
the burial chamber.

Hunwamil make you strong.

Hunwamil make you sing a song.

Would you mind telling me what coat size
you wear?

My coat size?

Just a harmless question.

From someone who could help a grateful
lady win a mink coat.

A real mink coat?

Of course.

Well, in that case, I wear a size 6
long.

Just what does a girl have to do to win?

Oh, that's entirely up to the judging
committee.

Uh, just where can I meet the judging
committee?

You are looking at him.

Oh, really?

What's going on?

Chapter six is what's going on.

But I was here first.

Tell her to leave.

Me leave?

Fat chance.

Uh, look, uh, girls, I told both of you,
uh, I'm not

participating in any chapter six.

Oh, no chapter six, huh?

Well, I can't blame you with her around.

Would you tell her? I mean, tell her
that I'm the one you're mad for?

You? He swore he'd never been with
another girl and he asked

me to have faith in him.

And I do.

You're so sure?

Yes.

Well, maybe I did misjudge him.

You just take a little time and get to
know him.

All right.

I'm willing to give him a chance.

We'll go see him right now. Oh, great.

No, no, really.

Look,

get back. I'm saving myself for somebody
else. No, you're not.

Hey, no.

Help. Help.

Angela.

Help. Please tell Mr. Ruck I need...

must come out.

No, I'm not leaving unless she dies. And
I'm not leaving. I'm in too deep a pit

now.

How many women are in there, boss?

Two. But we know all.

In that case, I volunteer to change
places with the hostage.

Angela.

What's going on?

Well, I must say that you ladies were
acting rather...

What shall I say?

Uniquely?

You know, he had the nerve to tell us he
didn't write the book. Said you made

him the author.

My dear Mr. Hunter, you were not
supposed to divulge the nature of your

I had to, Mr. Rourke.

They each wanted to chapter six me.

Well, there goes my fantasy.

You still have the rest of the weekend.

Your fantasy.

What was your fantasy?

For once in my life to take a man away
from my sister Audrey.

No, that'll never happen.

It'll be me who takes the man away from
you.

If you're going to fight over a man, I
am available.

Let's try our luck by the pool. I think
you're right. Yeah, absolutely. Thank

you.

Boss, is there something I said?

The burial chamber must be behind this
wall.

Yes.

Please, Abdul, help us.

face, it looks just like him.

Aki, where is he?

He just disappeared right in the middle
of the desert.

Has he?

relinquishing those artifacts to the
Egyptian museum must be quite a

for you. The satisfaction of actually
finding them is enough for me at this

in my life, Mr. Rook.

I'm a very happy man.

Oh, well, then I am most pleased.

There's one thing you could clear up for
me, though.

That boy, Aki, it's like he led us to
the tomb. He wanted us to find it.

And then at the actual moment when we
found the mummy, he vanished, seemingly

into thin air.

Unless it was he we saw on the mountain.

If indeed you saw anything.

We saw something.

Aki is a young Egyptian who has been
coming here for the last three years

looking for the tomb. Same as you. You
have fulfilled his fantasy, too.

But he looked exactly like the figure
inside the mummy cave.

Yes, I know.

You see, Aki is a young man looking for
his heritage.

And now he's found it.

But that's impossible.

The royal house of King Tut hasn't
existed for over 4 ,000 years. To your

knowledge, Professor Marlow, you saw the
face in the mummy case and you saw

Aki. Could he not be a descendant of
kings?

Excuse me.

In nearly all our human cultures,
similar legends have been handed down to

from time immemorial.

Aki, Aki, you have to leave now.

Mr. Hawk is telling everyone that you're
related to the Pharaohs.

Thanks for the warning.

Hurry and load up. Now that all the
artifacts have been tagged, we must get

and seal the tomb. Yes, Your Highness.

Your Highness?

A great experience, Mr. Rourke. Thank
you. I am delighted, Professor Marlowe.

Mr. Marlowe.

Thank you, Mr. Marlowe. Mr. Camille, a
great pleasure.

Mr.

Rourke, thanks for my fantasy.

It's a little more than I expected.

Me too.

It'll be nice to get back to clerking
again at the old bookstore.

Mother's talking about setting Barney up
in his own store after we're married.

Oh, how very generous of you, Mrs.
Brennan.

Yes, well, if I do, there's going to be
one ironclad rule.

Oh, and what is that, may I ask?

That my son -in -law not sell any books
that deal with chapter fixing.

Goodbye again. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Boss!

Boss! Something wrong, Tattoo?

The prune whammy contest. I won.

First prize.

Oh, congratulations, my friend.

But, boss, I spent my life saving... on
postage stamps.

All what I wanted is to win second
prize, a mink coat.

Well, yes, I know, but first prize must
be much grander than second.

It is. It is.

Out with it, my friend. What is first
prize?

I want an all -expense -paid vacation to
Fantasy Island.