All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s02e19_spending_spree_-_the_hunted

The flower

Tatu, what's wrong?

It's nothing, boss. It's nothing.

I'll be okay. I just have to take it
slow and easy.

But you're walking like a 90 -year -old
man.

It shows, huh?

Well, age creeps up on you before you
know it.

One day you are young and healthy and
strong.

And the next, here's the rocking chair
staring at you.

All right, Tatu, all right. What's all
this talk about old age? What is it?

Oh, it's not old dog, boss. Look.

What?

Look, boss.

A gray hair.

My first.

I find it right here.

Really? Well, unless you are due at the
old age home in the next few minutes, I

suggest we greet our guests.

and Miss Sally Globe, all the way from
Terre Haute, Indiana.

What's their fantasy, boss?

One share by millions the world over.
The two young ladies wish to go on a

shopping spree.

Anybody can do that.

Really? With half a million dollars to
squander?

Half a million dollars?

Yes. But boss, where are they going to
get that kind of money?

From the soap company, which sponsored
the spending spree.

Half a million dollars. You spend as you
wish.

What a fantasy.

Ah, but at what price, my friend?

The cost could prove quite dear.

He looks kind of familiar, boss. Who is
he?

Mr. Charles Wesley, possibly the world's
foremost big game hunter. An adventurer

with formidable credentials, he has
lived for thrills, for the chase.

Perhaps the intangible rapture of
risking his life and winning.

Now probably bored with lack of new
challenges, he's come to us.

Boss, you're not going to let him hunt
the big game on Fantasy Island, are you?

Yes.

And no.

Perhaps I should rephrase it. Mr. Wesley
has come to the island seeking the

biggest adventure of his life.

And that is fantasy?

Yes. He's asked me to choose the quarry.
His only stipulation is that the hunt

be exciting and dangerous.

Uh, boss, what have you chosen for him?

Well, naturally, I followed his
instructions, the two.

His experience will be more exciting and
dangerous than he ever imagined.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Isle.

This is our main shopping district.

As you can see, it does have its
limitations as to the number of stores.

It's not going to be easy to spend your
money. Don't worry. We'll spend it like

Houdini. Don't you worry.

Won't we sell? Oh, yes.

You do realize, of course, that the
Squeaky Clean Soap Company, which

the contest you won, laid down certain
rules.

We have to spend all the loot within 48
hours.

Right. And if we do, we get to keep
everything we bought.

Right. And if you don't, you will have
to bring everything back.

Right. What else, Mr. O 'Rourke?

You are allowed to purchase one of each
item, only one. In other words, one

piece of jewelry, not the entire stock
of a jewelry store.

And should you wish to make any short
-term investments, the maximum you can

invest is $25 ,000.

Is that all?

Not quite. You must pay fair market
value for all items purchased.

This is to preclude throwing your money
away on paltry items. Is that clear?

Clear, clear.

My able assistant here will act as
judge.

He will, therefore, pop in on you from
time to time, merely to observe.

Oh, I know, to see if we're cheating.

Oh, we would never do anything like
that, really, would we, sir? No, no, no.

I am sure you wouldn't. No.

Each bag contains $250 ,000 cash.

And the contest begins right...

Now, good luck, ladies.

Goodbye, Mr. Rock. Thank you.

Gosh, look at him.

Hold it, Sal. We better take a check.
Just a quick check.

That's insane.

Oh, wow.

Let's start with that dress shop over
there. Hold it. Don't forget the game

plan. Oh, that's right. I'm sorry,
Esther. What's the first thing on the

First, we hire a truck to carry
everything we buy.

Hire a truck.

We buy a truck. And a driver to go with
it.

What if the driver's not for sale?

Come on, let's go.

He'll go.

Good morning, Mr. Wesley.

Morning, Mr. Rowe.

I hope I didn't disturb your other
guests.

What I want to do is zero in my sights
before the hunt begins.

I see. Very prudent.

And very precise.

Well, I guess everything is taken care
of other than you telling me what I'm

going after.

Tell me, Mr. Wesley, would you consider
a Siberian tiger to be a worthy

adversary?

Yes, I would.

They're big and fast and as dangerous as
they come.

Big and fast, true. But are they really
so dangerous?

I mean, the animal must get close to its
enemy to use its fangs and claws.

However, with this claw, you can reach
out and strike them at two or three

hundred yards. And what is the stopping
power of this cartridge?

A ton of energy or more?

Combined with your demonstrated
skills...

The odds against any animal seem
ridiculously stacked in your favor.

What are you getting at, Mr. Roth?

I have given your fantasy much thought,
Mr. Wesley.

And for a quarry that will truly, I mean
truly, test your skill, if that's what

you still want, I've chosen this.

By General Lin Sun of the Republic of
Chong Tu, man.

You want me to hunt a man?

An unusual man of many reputations.

His many supporters call him the George
Washington of this country, an

enlightened benefactor and force for the
future.

Now, his enemies call him a corrupt and
ruthless dictator.

If you're asking me to kill him, the
answer is no.

I don't want you to kill him, Mr.
Wesley.

Just shoot him.

With this.

The camera.

It's already been engineered to fit on
your rifle.

Well, come now, Mr. Wesley, why do you
hesitate?

You did ask for a dangerous hunt, did
you not?

And if General Sun's enemies are to be
believed, he is the most dangerous

animal in the world.

If you accept the challenge, this map
shows the way to his villa on the other

side of the island.

There are soldiers posted around it 24
hours a day, armed, of course, with

automatic weapons, and have orders to
shoot to kill.

I did ask for it to be dangerous.

Yes, you did.

I'll see you Monday morning, Mr. Hawke.

I sincerely hope so, Mr. Wesley.

Ready, Sally?

Oh, I've never been ready, Arrester.
Good.

My most expensive item, you said?

Yes.

Well, I'm afraid, ladies, you've caught
me. Was my inventory rather depleted?

But I do have one extraordinary
necklace.

The most perfectly cut diamonds set in
platinum.

We'll take it. But you didn't even ask
how much.

Okay, how much?

$40 ,000.

She'll take it. Oh, Wester, I wanted you
to have it. But it'll look darling on

you. Oh, Wester, I insist.

Okay, just in the interest of time. But
after the contest, I want you to have it

for keeps.

You know what, Esther?

You're the nicest friend the girl ever
had.

Same for you, Sally.

She'll take it.

Wow, we can really go to town in here,
Sal.

Yeah, look at those expensive price
tags. Can you believe them?

Geez, Bill, that cash register is so hot
it sizzles.

Excuse me, I'll take that.

And that, too.

So far so good.

According to the latest communique, our
forces are gathered here, another here.

The capital must fall, Excellency,
within the next few days.

Which means we shall soon be going home.

What do you think, Lee?

Does that please you?

If it pleases you.

The news people are still waiting for a
statement on your return to power.

All in good time, Colonel.

Now leave us, please.

You, my little friend, are going to help
me distract those soldiers and their

dogs.

Have no fear.

You're far too clever for them.

Thank you so much, Mr. Tattoo.

You're so wise.

I will advise you further tonight at
dinner time.

Tattoo, what's happened to your hair? It
looks like you're turning white

overnight.

You like it, boss?

Well, uh... It's part of my new image.

The mature man is in.

Girl, trust a man who looks experienced.

And one gray hair wouldn't do it.

I see.

Boss, trust me. It work like a charm.

Excuse me.

Ah, my dear.

I've been giving some material thought
to your problem.

Why not we discuss it near the lagoon,
hmm?

Get away from me, you dirty old man.

Win some, lose some.

We want to buy $25 ,000 worth of your
most worthless stuff.

But all my customers come here to make
money.

Tri -Continental Oil couldn't find oil
in Rudolph Valentino's hair.

Great, that sounds terrific.

Last chance, Mr. Dow. Will you or won't
you sell us Tri -Continental Oil stock?

Customer's always right.

Wow. This is genuine, honest -to
-goodness, millionaire's crystal.

How are we doing on time, Sam?

Who cares about time? Just spend it.

We going too fast for you, Tattoo?

Yeah, we don't want your calculator to
burn out.

We can always find a new one.

One will buy him a carload

Very

nearly succeeded in your mission. Mr.
Wesley,

you know me From the identification in
your wallet?

Who paid you to assassinate me?

Assassinate you?

I'm afraid that'd be awful hard to do. I
only had a camera gun.

This is your rifle?

Yes.

I don't understand it.

Someone must have loaded it.

Oh, come now.

Then where is the camera?

I'm telling you, I only had a camera
gun.

Unfortunately, there is no evidence to
support your contention that you brought

with you only a camera gun.

Which leaves me with but one
alternative.

Tomorrow at dawn, you shall be executed.

The newsmen have heard of the attempted
assassination, Your Excellency.

I see.

They know he's an American.

They'll find out soon enough.

This situation must be handled with
delicacy.

It wouldn't be good public relations for
me to shoot an American on the verge of

my return to power.

In politics, image is everything.

Don't you agree, Mr. Wesley?

I do, if it'll keep me away from the
firing squad.

Tell the news people.

They can question him tomorrow at a noon
press conference.

They can see for themselves that he has
not been mistreated and will receive a

fair trial once my regime is
reestablished.

Yes, excellent.

Wisely handled.

A fine man, Colonel Chang.

And much more idealistic than that old
man with the scarred face might suggest.

So much so, I'm not always able to tell
him the whole truth.

But now, as I was saying,

you'll be shot at dawn.

You know what, Sal? This is my idea of
fun.

Something I dreamed about all my life.

Titto. I was born to spend money.

And spend and spend and spend.

Bye. Thanks a lot. You're wonderful.
Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

You

know

what, Esther?

What? This is just like Christmas
morning without all the snow.

Yeah.

I can't wait till the guys back home see
us with our half million dollars worth

of goodies.

Yeah. You like this black dress, Al?

Not really.

Yeah, it is rather tacky. I'll take it.

Will you kindly sit still?

Kind of uppity, aren't we?

FYI, Mr. Hudson is not in the habit of
making house calls.

FYI, he is when he gets a thousand
dollar fee for it.

Ah, Mr. Hudson, I trust we're not
interfering with your endeavors?

Well, why not?

Everybody else does.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Good afternoon, Mr. Roy.

Well, it seems that your shopping spree
is progressing very nicely, isn't it?

Smooth as silk. We just stopped in here
to recharge our batteries. Me too.

Yes, well, I am pleased that you did
because I have something rather unusual

tell you.

This telegram arrived a short while ago.
It's from the president of the Squeaky

Clean Soap Company, sponsors of the
contest.

It seems that my original interpretation
of the rules was in error. You see,

instead of spending the half million
dollars as a team, you two ladies are

competitors.

Competitors?

That's what my boss said.

You mean we have to try and outspend
each other?

Precisely. But that means... It means
that the first one to spend all her

is the winner, you see.

And if neither of you spend it before
the deadline, you both lose.

But, Mr. Rourke, me and Sally, we're
friends, not competitors.

Oh, I understand, Miss Bowling, I
understand.

I, therefore, suggest that you both look
upon it not as competition.

No, no, no, merely...

As an enjoyable interlude.

Well, good luck to both of you, the two.

Ladies, nails look very nice. Thank you
very much.

Esther, what are we going to do?

Simple.

You're going to win the contest.

Why me?

Because you're my best friend.

Besides, you need it more than I do.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, come on, no offense, honest.

Just that we both know you have more
trouble getting your act together than I

do. Is that a fact? Sure.

Admit, you really could use the money.

Look, you could cash in some of your
items and get your face fixed.

What's wrong with my face?

Well, for one thing, your nose is
crooked. You've been saying that for

And besides that, both of your ears are
too big.

Well, as long as we're going to talk
about big, how about those two gunboats

walk around on? You could cash in your
winnings and get your feet shrunk.

You know the contest I was letting you
win?

Yeah. Well, forget it. I'm going to win
it. Ha! That's what you think. No,

that's what I know.

Goodbye.

You've come a little bit early, haven't
you? It's not going to be dawn for a

half hour.

I had trouble sleeping.

The conscience bothering you?

For shooting an innocent man?

Actually, it was anticipation of the
hunt.

An emotion you should understand very
well, Mr. Wesley.

You said anticipation of the hunt, not
anticipation of the kill.

That slight difference, that has
significance?

Oh, I think one follows the other, as
dawn is about to follow the night.

You know that my rifle was equipped with
a camera only, don't you?

Yes.

I'm beginning to see all the worst in
myself exposed in you.

With a small difference.

I gave them a chance.

A slimmer one than I used to admit,
maybe, but...

But I never stood him in a corral or up
against a wall and shot him.

Oh, you'll get your chance, Mr. Wesley.

You have a certain reputation as a
hunter.

But tell me, have you ever been the
hunted?

I don't follow you.

Oh, you've got that wrong, Mr. Wesley.
You see, I'm going to be following you.

In exactly 20 minutes, I'm going to
withdraw the sentries guarding the south

wall.

You shall be allowed to escape.

You mean you're going to hunt me?

Yes. With your own gun.

Isn't it time you realized what it's
like to be hunted?

Twenty minutes, Mr. Wesley.

Hamlet Hunt.

pardon, General, to get in their noses
so they lose their scent.

Hurry. The rules say we have to start
shopping together.

It's impossible.

I have to wash my gunboats.

Now she'll never run out of money.

This will fix her wagon.

Ah, there you are, Mr. Rourke. Tattoo, I
must thank you for making my fantasy so

interesting thus far. Well, I am
extremely pleased everything is to your

Mr. Collins. Oh, it's more than I ever
dreamed of.

We sail with the tide.

You know, I feel like Captain Ahab in
Moby Dick.

Oh, pardon me. Yes, sir.

Look, what's his fantasy?

He wants to catch the great white whale?

No, Tattoo. Mr. Collins' fantasy is to
be marooned on a desert island.

Marooned? He must be crazy.

No, he's not so crazy. Not after you've
seen Mr. Collins' crew.

Oh, control yourselves, mate. We're not
even marooned yet.

As soon as we get to the island, we'll
have some champagne and caviar.

Here we are.

Put me up.

Lord General. Give me help.

Take him back to the villa. I'll go on
alone.

But, General.

She takes the cake.

I'll get her.

What?

Where is it? Where is it?

Huh? Where's what?

The stable code you advertised... I...

My sable. Stop that.

My precious sable.

$30 ,000 worth.

I'll pay for it. Oh, no, you don't. I'll
pay for it.

Here, here's half. Here you go. I'll pay
for it. Here's mine.

I'll pay it half.

Don't bother wrapping it.

I'll just wear mine out.

Ditto, ditto.

Thank goodness I found you.

Ladies, I've got the greatest news.

What is that both of you are wearing?

Oh, it's a long story.

Tri -continental oil actually struck
oil.

You made a profit of $100 ,000.

You call that good news?

I thought you'd be pleased.

Your profit.

$50 ,000 each.

A lot.

I'm really sorry.

I've got less than an hour and you give
me $50 ,000 in spend.

Ah, good afternoon, ladies. How goes
your shopping spree? Not so good, Mr.

Rourke. The rich get richer.

Well, I came to warn you. Be very
careful of your bags.

A purse snatcher has already struck
three times.

He did?

I'm afraid so.

A purse snatcher, huh?

Yes. Where did that happen?

Oh, three blocks from here.

Three blocks you say?

Understand there's a purse snatcher on
the loose around here?

That's right.

Well, in that case, I bet to be very
careful.

I'm carrying a big wad of money in my
purse.

Money! Have I got money?

Here's my wad. Your wad is chicken feed.
Why don't you get lost? I staked out

this area first.

This is a public sidewalk. Well, I'm
heading in that direction, and I

hope you head in the other direction.

I've got to be...

It depends on how much you want to give.

Uh, can you crack a hundred dollar bill?

A hundred dollar bill?

Crack it. I can do better than that. I
can take it.

Just the man we've been looking for.

Nice work, lady.

You're really fast on your feet.

Well, let's all go down to the station.

Why me?

You got a $5 ,000 reward coming to you
for the capture of this purse snatcher.

Oh, gosh.

Do I have to accept it? What I mean is I
really don't need the money.

Well, I don't know.

This has never happened before.

Why can't we pretend like it never
happened at all?

Listen, just give my reward to the
Policeman's Athletic League, okay?

If you say so.

Oh, I definitely say so.

See ya.

The animal must get close to its enemy
to use its fangs and claws. With this

claw, you can reach out and strike them
at two or three hundred yards.

Hard as rock.

There's no chance at all.

this caliber, I could easily shoot
through the wood and kill you, Mr.

prefer to do it face to face.

Come out, please.

Come out, please.

Come, gentlemen.

Are you all right, Mr. Wesley?

I am now.

What's the meaning of this, Colonel?

Lee found this in your drawer and
brought it to me.

I had to stop you from killing him.

It's ridiculous.

He'd escaped.

I guess we captured him and was going to
bring him back.

Your men have already told us the truth,
General.

They confessed you knew Mr. Wesley only
intended to photograph you.

But you were hunting him down to kill
him anyway for sport.

You see, Mr. Wesley, Colonel Chang also
had a fantasy that a successful

revolution would not return General Sun
to power.

As I told you, the general has many
reputations, and many of his people

the good one, the wrong one.

After these gentlemen tell what happened
here today, I am sure the people of

Chang Tu will choose someone else to
head their new government.

I don't know how to thank you.

I believe this is yours, Mr. Wesley.

From your dejected looks, I would say
that we don't have a win, am I correct?

I've got 25 ,000 left.

I've got nearly 27.

Oh, that's too bad.

Though it's not quite 5 p .m. yet, you
will excuse me if I tend to the needs of

these two unfortunate gentlemen, won't
you?

You see, they live on a neighboring
island and their farms are literally

into the ocean.

They're already under two feet of water.

Hold it.

Mr. Mark.

Their farms, by any chance, wouldn't be
for sale?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You don't
understand.

You see, their farms are... I'll give
you $27 ,000 almost for your farm. Is it

deal?

Deal. I'll give you $25 ,000. What do
you say?

I say okay.

Well,

it looks like we have a tie.

Are you ladies absolutely certain that
you have no more money left?

I suggest that you each give your bags
one final check.

Why,

you! Me!

What about you?

Thirty seconds left, ladies. Twenty
-eight.

Go ahead, Esther. You still have time to
win.

I'm all right.

It's not a hell of a contest.

How do you feel?

More scared than hurt.

I'm sorry.

I think I just scraped my knee.

I'm so sorry, ladies. I'm afraid you
both lost.

Did we, Mr. Rock?

Did we indeed?

What will you do for thrills now that
you won't be hunting trophies anymore,

Wesley?

I'm not sure.

I spend so much of my time risking my
life.

I never learned how to enjoy just living
it.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. You're very
welcome.

Is that due?

Goodbye.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

It's been a very enlightening weekend.

Not to mention expensive.

Since you were both permitted to keep
one item as a consolation prize, I am

anxious to know what each of you chose.

Well, to me, Mr. Rourke, the most
meaningful gift was the one Esther got.

It's a hand -carved, gold -inlaid pool
cue.

Beautiful. Don't get caught behind the
eight ball, Sal.

What did you choose, Miss Bowling?
Something very special Sal bought me.

This is... A carrying

bag for my bowling ball.

Sneak line.

But I'm sure the most precious gift of
all was the restoration of your

friendship, wasn't it? As a wise man
once said, we should all keep our

friendships in a constant state of
repair.

We'll remember that, Mr. Rourke.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Rourke.

Goodbye, Mrs. Rourke. Goodbye, Petty.

Goodbye, Mr. Rourke. Goodbye.

Ah, tattoo.

I see your hair is back to its normal
color, huh?

Yes. I guess I'll panic a little too
soon.

One gray hair does not mean that you
grow old.

Well, of course not.

Oh,

what did you do, boss?

Nothing, nothing.

Oh, did you find another gray hair?

No. Yes, you did.

Come on, show me.

Come on, I want to see it.