All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s02e20_birthday_party_-_ghostbreaker

Thank you.

Ah,

good morning, Tattoo.

Good morning, boss.

Shake.

Pretty funny, huh?

Boss, you wouldn't believe it.

This flower, it's squared. Look.

May I ask what has set you off on this
path of hilarity?

Well, boss, I find out that the girls,
they love a man with a sense of humor.

Oh, I see changing your image again.

Right. I want to be the king of laughter
on Fantasy Island.

Lucky us.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Boss, I bet I know who that man is.

Really? He's coming to put a new antenna
so I can watch the gong show.

Fortunately, you are wrong.

The gentleman happens to be Mr.

Elliot Fielding, and the sophisticated
electronic equipment he's carrying has

been engineered to detect the presence
of ghosts.

Ghosts?

I hope he didn't bring any ghosts with
him.

No, my friend.

In fact, he's hoping we can provide
them. You see, Mr. Fielding is a

who has spent years learning everything
there is to know about the spirit world.

He's even written a book on ghost
breaking, but no publisher would touch

because of his lack of practical
experience.

Boss, I think he should stay away from
ghosts.

He's such a chicken.

He's a turkey.

Yes, I'm afraid our guest has never had
the confidence to put his book to use.

Nevertheless, his fantasy is to meet and
exercise a real ghost to prove his book

is worth publishing.

Boss, can you really do that?

Provide him with a ghost.

Miss Carol Gates, who owns and runs a
bar and grill in Phoenix, Arizona.

Her fantasy is to wish her two children
a happy birthday.

What's the big deal about that?

Exactly this, my friend.

30 years ago tomorrow, Miss Gates, who
was then 17 and unmarried, had twins.

A boy and a girl. And she gave them up
for adoption.

She has neither seen nor heard from them
since.

And now, on the eve of their 30th
birthday, she would like to get to know

and at long last wish them happy
birthday.

Her children, boss.

Were you really able to find them?

Of course I did, Tattoo.

The question is whether, after so long,
they'll be ready to find their mother.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Lovely, isn't it, Mr. Fielding?

Who would believe that a monster once
stalked these peaceful grounds, turning

the night into a time of terror and
death?

Really? Yes, the most frightening
creature.

Or so the legend goes.

Tattoo will unload your equipment while
I show you around.

But I think I should stay with you and
Mr. Fielding. It could be very dangerous

for you to be alone.

Well, of course, if you are frightened
to stay behind... Oh, me?

No, but I'm not.

Good.

This way, Mr. Fielding.

You said something about a monster being
here?

Yes, yes.

Yes, you see, a hundred years ago, this
lovely mansion was the home of a

demented murderer known only as the
Gentleman Strangler.

Most of his victims were beautiful young
women. A day or two before the actual

killing, he would leave his calling
card, a single blood -red rose.

Yes.

I hope your abilities are equal to the
task, Mr. Fielding, because innocent

lives may be at stake. You see, the
Strangler's Mansion is now a school for

girls.

Miss Kimberly, may I introduce Mr.
Elliot Fielding, Miss Edna Kimberly,

and headmistress of the Kimberly School
for Girls.

How do you do?

Mr. Rourke told me all about you, but he
didn't say you were so young.

I mean, when he mentioned all your years
of study, I expected some ancient

scholar. I hope you're not too
disappointed, Miss Kimberly.

Inside, I'm really an old fogey.

Please call me Edna.

This is supposed to be a soccer
practice.

I'm leaving you in charge of the warm
-up, Susan.

Okay, Miss Kimberly. Let's go.

They're really lovely girls, just a bit
immature.

I only hope the ghost, whatever it is
that's frightening them, can be dealt

before they all leave.

Any more cancellations and I'll have to
close the school.

Oh, I don't think that will be
necessary.

And now may I wish you both the very
best of luck.

Will you excuse me?

Well, I... I guess I'd better show you
around, Mr. Field.

I'll get it.

What a great kick!

You must have been a soccer star at
school.

No, actually, I've never played the game
before, but I did read about it.

I should tell you that I never got rid
of a ghost before either.

Well, if you're as good at that as you
are at soccer, I've got nothing to worry

about.

Oh, I hope you can help me, Elliot.

When the girl started telling me about
hearing strange noises and seeing the

ghost of the gentleman strangler, I
thought it was some weird joke.

But after this morning...

I'm not so sure.

What happened this morning?

Susan found this on her pillow.

The single blood red rose.

A twin convention.

That's how you got here.

That's right, yes. Would you care for a
drink? No, thank you. Do you mind if I

do it?

Oh, no, please. Thank you. Which one's
our line?

Do you see the young lady in the blue
dress sitting over there?

She is your daughter.

She's lovely.

Yes.

What did they call her?

Tracy. Her name is Tracy Miller.

That's nice. I thought up a whole bunch
of them one day.

Audrey, Helen, Joyce, Kate, Megan.

But Tracy is good.

Very good.

Is that her husband?

Unfortunately, her husband, Jim Miller,
was killed in a motor accident three

months ago.

Oh, my...

I hope her parents were able to help her
through it.

I'm afraid not. You see, the people who
adopted your children were an elderly

couple. They passed away while your
children were still in college.

Oh, wow.

Did they ever tell the children they
were adopted?

Yes.

Yes, they thought it best and more
honest.

The young man talking to the little boy,
his name is Tom Dearborn.

That's his wife, Jo, and their little
son, Jamie.

Tom is your son.

At one time, he was a promising football
rookie, field goal -kicking specialist.

But he sells insurance now.

That is, now and then.

Are you ready to meet them?

As what? I mean...

I just can't walk up and say, uh, hi
there, nice day.

By the way, I'm the mother who walked
away from you 30 years ago. No, I can't.

Of course not, Miss Gates. It's not
necessary to reveal who you really are.

At least, not yet.

Come.

Come.

Miss Miller?

Mr. and Mrs. Dearborn, may I introduce
Miss Carol Gates. She's the hostess I

promised you the earlier stay in the
island.

Ah, how do you do?

Hello. Hi.

Pretty, too.

Thank you.

Yes, I'm glad to meet you, Miss Gates.

Oh, not half as glad as I am to meet
you.

The ghost, if that's what it was, was
first seen by Don and Susan.

Were those the only sightings?

No. You know, all in all, there have
been more than a dozen incidents.

And each time, every description of the
thing is the same.

A very tall man in Victorian evening
clothes, top hat, gloves, and a

cloak with a high collar. Right.

Just like...

The,

uh... Gentleman Strangler?

You can't imagine how frightened my
girls were running into him in the

the night.

I can't?

Ghosts generally follow a very precise
route on their nightly outings. Now,

what you've told me, the spirit in
question first materializes downstairs,

about here.

And then he crosses to here, starts up
the stairs, and then he reappears

upstairs and walks down the hall,
correct?

Yes, but he was also seen walking
outside by the old gardens. By the old

gardens.

Why do you need to know the path of the
ghost, Elliot?

Because I'm going to line his route with
electronic sensing devices which will

record his presence by registering the
minute changes in temperature and

pressure that accompany the appearance
of a ghostly presence, even if it's not

visible to the naked eye.

That's amazing.

Then what?

Then I must confront the ghost and
banish it forever.

How do you do that?

By telling him he's dead?

You're kidding.

No, no. You see, many apparitions walk
the earth not realizing they're dead.

So they're relieved and they just
disappear.

At least that's what it says in all the
books.

Oh.

Edna, what's the matter?

The footsteps.

The gentleman's strangler walked with a
limp. The girls heard it before his

ghost appeared.

What? Oh, well, uh, Edna, couldn't we,
uh, uh... It

seems

to be heading for the attic.

happens to me, run like a thief.

For heaven's sake, Alan, let him go.

The ghost's name is Alan?

He's no ghost.

He's the school fencing instructor, Alan
LeBlanc.

At your service.

I was in my study when I heard the
limping footsteps.

I came up the service stairs in the hope
of pinning down our elusive visitor.

We were after him, too. It sounded like
he went through the attic door.

Ah.

Well, the fire department had us wall
off the attic space when the mansion was

converted into a school.

But a structure made by a man can stop a
ghost. Edna, sell this place.

Start a new school with a safe
environment.

With me as your partner.

And let the strangler keep his house for
all eternity.

I refuse to be run off my property by a
ghost.

And besides, I have Elliot Fielding
working with me now, and he's an expert

getting rid of ghosts.

Oh, really?

Well, what if he's not expert enough?

And what if it is the spirit of the
strangler that walks these halls?

For my part, I prefer to put my trust in
cold steel until this is over.

Good afternoon.

I don't like him or his sword.

But what if he's right?

You and the girls could be in danger.
Especially Susan, because she got the

rose.

Somehow I just know I can rely on you
not to let me down.

You're right, Edna.

As soon as I get my equipment set up,
I'll take care of everything.

I'm going to get some food.

Here you are.

Oh, thank you.

Do you come here often, Carol? First
time.

That smells great.

Now, you are either a great chef or you
have kids of your own.

I own a bar and grill in Phoenix.

Is there one?

I believe you know Coach Malavesi of the
Los Angeles Rams.

Sure do. How are you, Coach? The Rams
are here working out for a charity game.

Of course, you know Anthony Davis.

Hey, Tony.

Frank Corral.

How you doing, Frank?

Great to see you again.

Coach, didn't you tell me that Mr.
Dearborn was once a very promising

-style kicker?

One of the best a few years ago.

Hey, now, wait a minute. I might still
be, you know.

I played a little semi -pro last season.
Didn't do too bad.

I'm just waiting for someone to give me
a tryout.

Why don't you drop by our practice field
in the morning and work out? Are you

serious? Sure, you can work out with
some of our players.

I'll be there, coach.

All right, gentlemen.

Danny, are you going to play for the
Rams?

Maybe. Maybe.

Here goes the same old argument.

About what?

Football.

Tom had some great plans for himself.

Then a few years ago, he got busted up
in a punt.

Bust his leg in four places.

The other team got 15 yards penalty and
he got six months in the hospital.

And he wants to try it again?

Over Joe's dead body.

She thinks he's too old.

Serious divorce talk.

Oh, thank you, too.

Don't mention it.

Thumbs up?

To this glass, there is something wrong
with it. It's called a Dribble glass.

Pretty funny, huh?

Oh, hysterical.

I got a million of them. A million!

Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.

You hold her right there, Skeezix.

Unless you want your backside peppered
with buckshot.

I've been waiting a long time to find
the fatted who's been stomping all over

begonias. Oh, no, sir. I haven't been
walking in your flower bed. My name is

Elliot Fielding, and I'm trying to find
the path used by the ghost of the

gentleman strangler. What, are you
supposed to be one of those spook

something? Uh -huh.

Oh, rats.

Put your hands down, sonny. Put them
down, I said!

I couldn't have shot you anyhow.

That gun hasn't been fired since Carol
Cooley sat in the White House doing

nothing.

Oh. Oh.

Will you look at them poor posies?

Oh, I'd say your problem isn't
trespassers. It's fertilizer.

You telling me I don't know my
gardening?

Oh, no, sir. No, just that from the
condition of your begonias and the

look of your petunias over there, a
little fish meal would seem to be in

Fish meal.

Fish meal.

That's it.

Why didn't I recollect that?

Mister, you must be the master green
thumb gardener of all time.

No, I've never really grown anything,
but I have read all about it.

Well, anybody who knows fertilizer as
good as you can't be all bad.

If there's anything you ever want, just
let me know.

The name is Jacoby.

Yes, sir. That's me.

Jacoby, the gardener.

And I know every inch around here.

Above and below ground.

For instance, there ain't many left who
remember the old smuggler's cave.

You remember that, Sonny?

I will. Thanks, Mr. Jacoby. Take care of
yourself here.

There's something evil going on at that
school.

And that nice Mrs.

Kimberly and her kids could be in hot
water.

You be careful.

Real careful.

Mr.

Jacoby.

Okay.

Okay.

Lovely. Here's to you.

Carol, I don't know how I'm going to
thank you for babysitting for Jamie

tonight. It's not often enough that Tom
and I get to take Tracy with us to

dinner. Well, it would be nice if Tracy
and Tom could spend more time together.

Now, are you saying that just because
we're twins?

I wouldn't have been at all surprised if
you and Joe had had twins.

I know, I know.

Twins, as the saying goes, often beget
twins.

Right. But not in our case.

Not yet anyway.

Maybe Tracy will have the twins.

Well, I hope you didn't mind me telling
Carol you're pregnant.

I'm ready to go.

They've been on edge ever since Jim
died.

I guess we'd better try to catch up with
them, okay?

Goodbye, Dad. Bye.

Have a good time, and don't worry.

Miss G, after dinner, could you please
tell me a story?

Oh, I waited a long time to hear that
question.

You just try to stop me.

Now,

Get down, and we'll have dinner in just
a minute. Okay.

I'm worried, Elliot.

I have this feeling of menace. Well, if
the ghost comes this way tonight, we'll

be ready for him. The censors...

I don't think your fancy equipment is
going to work.

And I think you should get away from
here, Edna.

Go to your room and wait for morning.

I intend to stay with Elliot.

Whatever it is that's haunting this
school, we'll face it together.

As you like.

Remember, I warned you.

I think Alan's right.

It'll be safer for you away from the
path of the ghost.

I want to stay with you.

I'm glad you said that.

It'll be nice having you here.

Come on, we can watch the instruments
together.

Mom and Joe didn't come back with you?

No, no. They went on to the disco.

But I didn't think there was any need to
keep you up any longer.

Was Jamie all right?

Oh, fine.

It was such fun being with him.

It must be very hard having a baby with
no husband.

Well, I don't intend to find out.

Just how hard that might be.

I... I don't understand.

Well, I've got to give the baby up for
adoption.

Jim didn't leave me much money and I
have to find a job.

And I have no desire to become one of
those noble single mothers that works

day and each evening picks up her child
at the nursery school.

You could be making a terrible mistake.

Well, I don't think so.

It must be the ghost.

What?

No, no, it can't be. It's... No, the
pulses are too weak.

It's as if something is passing outside
the house.

Maybe even under it.

Whatever it is, it's fading away.

It's gone.

It is.

What's that?

Whatever it is, it's not registering on
the sensing devices.

Gentlemen Strangler, you are dead.

Rest in peace.

noise downstairs so I came out to see
what was going on.

It's the ghost of the gentleman
strangler.

I think he's got Susan.

She can't have just vanished into thin
air.

I intend to search the school all over
again until we find her. In the

Alan, you call the police.

Very well.

But I think you're foolish to stay here
after what happened.

Any one of the girls, even you, could be
next.

Ladies?

He's right, Edna.

I think you and the girls should leave
here as soon as possible.

I'll go with you.

What'll happen to your book if you leave
now? There are some things more

important than getting published.

Things like staying alive.

Oh, it's only fear talking, Elliot.

You must stay, and I intend to stay with
you.

I'll just make a quick tour of the
grounds with the girls.

Elliot. What is it?

Miss Camberley, that means you're next.

Miss Gates?

Oh, Mr. Roark. How is your fantasy
working out?

If you'd asked me that yesterday, I
would have said wonderful.

Oh, but today... My daughter intends to
put her baby up for adoption.

And if my son tries out for the ram, he
may be headed for divorce.

Oh.

Well, then I'm afraid I just saw through
it that Tom got suited up in a ram's

uniform. I'm awfully sorry.

Then he's going through with it.

Mr. Rourke, I wish I'd never come here.

Do you really?

You've already spent 30 years with
regret, Miss Gates.

Do you want to spend the rest of your
life with bitterness and disappointment?

Do I have a choice?

Oh, you do indeed.

You came here because you wanted to be a
mother to your two children.

Maybe it's time you started acting like
one.

By fighting for the happiness of your
children and the love and respect you

want from them.

I can't.

Come in.

Here.

Uh, where's Jamie?

Tracy took him for a walk.

Oh.

Even if you don't think you and Tom are
any of my business,

why don't you tell me about it?

Not much to tell.

I'm a football widow. He was a big star
in high school and college, and now he

wants to go on and be a big star in the
pros.

Only his wanting that and it happening
are two different things.

Well, then did you ever look at it this
way?

He has a dream that he can't get rid of.

If you love him, support him. He needs
you.

I can't.

Not in this.

oh come off of it it doesn't prove
anything if you're on his side just for

things you want look i know what it is
to walk away from someone i loved now if

you love him then to hell with the rest
of the world fight for him

That's not too bad, Tom.

You think you can handle that under game
conditions, under pressure?

I guess there's only one way to find
out.

Okay, guys, let's get the first string
for the rookie.

All right, let's go. Special teams. Here
we go. Field goal. Let's go.

All right.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Turn around and look at him, Joe.

The time to help someone is when they
really need it. If you don't do it then,

usually you never get another chance.

You okay, partner?

All right.

If you love him, don't blow this.

We'd better quit, Miss Camberley. We've
been looking half the morning.

You know, let the police take it from
here.

Donna, ghost or no ghost, no one has the
right to run off with one of my kids

without having to deal with me. I can't
turn tail and run. I simply can't.

Donna, do you smell it?

An overpowering scent of roses.

All around us.

I've just seen the ghost.

It isn't a ghost. We're up against his
flesh and blood, and here's how he did

with a projector. Look at this. No,
wait, wait, wait, wait. Look at this.

at this.

But even if it's not a ghost, he's got
Miss Kimberly.

What? Claire, Donna.

Tracy. May I speak with you a moment?
Sure. About what?

About putting your baby up for adoption.

I'd like to buy it from you.

You'd what?

The price I'm offering is a townhouse in
Phoenix.

You can sell it or you can live in it.

You might consider living in it because
you'd be next door to me and...

That way you could see the baby whenever
you wanted.

Why are you doing all this?

To save you from making a terrible
mistake.

You can't be sure of that.

Oh, yes, I can.

How?

About 30 years ago, there was another
young girl.

She was only 17.

And she fell in love with...

An older man. He was 31.

Look, I don't understand why... Please,
let me finish.

All right.

She didn't know or care what he did for
a living,

but she found out.

One night she waited in the car while he
went into a liquor store for some beer

and...

And then she heard the shot.

He was killed trying to rob that store.

After they arrested her, she found out.

Had a record a mile long.

You.

You were that girl.

But why are you telling me the story?

Because.

When they put me in the juvenile hall, I
found out I was pregnant.

And that's where I had my baby.

Babies?

A boy and a girl? Twins.

They told me I had to give them up for
adoption.

That was 30 years ago.

You're our mother.

Tom's and mine?

That's why you told me the story?

Please.

Please don't give up your baby.

Because if you do, you'll spend the
years that I have regretting hating

and wondering if your son or daughter
could

ever forgive you.

Sonny, you'll blow a gasket.

What's got you so all fired up? Mr.
Jacoby, thank heaven. Look, somebody's

pretending to be a ghost and he's got
Susan and Edna. And Miss Kimberly. Now,

they're not in the house. I've searched
everywhere. But you said something about

an old smuggler's cave?

That I did.

Could you tell me how can I find the
entrance?

It's up there a piece at the end of the
cemetery.

Stone door.

Behind the last tombstone at the end.
Thanks.

Have a care, Sonny.

People is more dangerous than any ghost
that ever walked. Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Bravo. Elliot.

Edna.

So, the mouse becomes a lion after all.
I frankly didn't expect you to come this

far. But then, I didn't expect Edna and
her girls to be so stubborn either.

Edna, are you all right?

Yes, but not for long. Alan's gone mad.

Mad? Not mad.

Just greedy.

In the proper hands, the Cambridge
School could be far more valuable than

might imagine.

Your hands, I suppose.

Naturally.

You don't really expect to get away with
this, do you?

I did, actually.

Until now.

But you wouldn't permit me to merely
throw a scare into you.

So, you forced me to take harsher
measures than I planned.

Extremely harsh.

You don't have a prayer, my friend.

No, LeBlanc, you don't.

I have never fenced before, but I have
read all about it.

On guard.

Peace, LeBlanc.

And now it is time for something Miss
Carol Gates has been waiting to say for

years.

Miss Gates?

Tracy, happy birthday, children.

Thank you.

Mom? Oh.

Edna and I are going to be married and
become the first husband and wife ghost

-busting team in the world.

Oh, I am very happy for both.

And, Mr.

Fielding, may I say that you certainly
demonstrated an uncanny ability at

handling very difficult circumstances,
whether they be ghostly or tangible.

Well, I can't take all the credit, Mr.
Rourke. Old Jacoby, the gardener, told

where to find the cave. I never could
have done it without him.

Old Jacoby, the gardener?

Yes. Why?

Oh, no, nothing.

Very helpful, man.

Well, enjoy your trip back.

Thanks again.

Goodbye.

old Jacoby.

That's understandable.

Old Jacoby has been dead more than 20
years.