All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s02e25_amusement_park_-_rock_stars

You know, this is my favorite day of the
week.

I know both.

It's the day when the children come.

Tattoo. Guess what?

You just finished reading the Sherlock
Holmes book I gave you. I have decided

become a master of disguise, right?

How did you know?

Elementary, my dear Tattoo. Elementary.

Come, it's time to meet the balloon.

You're looking at the Collins family.

Scooter, Willie, Rob, and the sister
Jody. Thank you, Captain Balloon.

What's their fantasy, boss? To get away
from their parents?

Oh, far from it or two. They love their
parents very, very much. Then what's

their fantasy?

One shared by children all over the
world or two. To become instant rock

They all want to.

Do they have any talents?

A good question, the truth. A very good
question indeed.

Next is the Aces High Magic Club from
San Fernando, California, along with

Scott and their chaperone, Deros' aunt,
Andrea.

Magic? You mean they're all magicians?

To varying degrees, yes. Deros himself
is quite accomplished, and he enjoys

teaching his friends how to entertain
others.

Only seen a club?

That's not a very big club.

What's the fantasy, boss?

To pull off what Darius calls the
greatest trick ever.

This weekend, those children are going
to run the Fantasy Island amusement

And Darius hopes to have lots of fun.
But as I told you, my friend, Darius is

accomplished magician.

And one can never be sure what a
magician might have up his sleeve once

your attention centered where he wants
it.

My dear friends, I am Mr. Rourke, your
host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

What a laugh.

Whoa, check out the ice cream fountain.
Forget the ice cream. Now look, I told

you guys to lay off the junk food, okay?
Ah, the Collins family.

Oh, Mr. Oak, you're just the man we
wanted to see. Well, I had expected to

you at the pool.

Oh, we had a couple of things to do
first.

Yeah, like taking a dumb nap.

Well, what may I do for you?

Could you tell us when our fantasy is
going to begin?

Oh, that's easy.

It already has started.

What tattoo means is you are already
rock stars in certain parts of the

Oh, really?

What part of the world are we stars in?

England. You see, I took the
demonstration tape you sent me and had

as an album. Well, your album shot
straight to the top of British charts.

See, I told you guys we were good.

Oh, that's terrific, but... I know.

I know you want some ironclad proof of
your newly found pain, right?

It would be nice.

Before Mr. Rock delivers the proof,
there is something else you should know.

Oh, what's that?

I also released your album here on Fancy
Island.

While we don't have any charts or top
40, I can readily assure you that the

Collins family have already achieved
rock stardom right here.

With stardom, forget it.

What do you want?

For you to marry me.

That's crazy.

Why? Well, for starters, I'm only nine.

Rose, the thank you for our fantasy of
running an amusement park.

Excuse me. Dareth, how could you?

Oh, I want to apologize for my nephew
tossing confetti all over you.

I'm so embarrassed.

Well, it wasn't all confetti. They were
roses.

Not real roses.

I couldn't afford real ones.

I cut them out of magazines.

See? They're really roses.

There is really nothing to apologize
for. Now, enjoy yourself, Dareth.

Say, guys, I got a great trick for you.
Can I have a volunteer?

I'm afraid you gentlemen are being much
too lenient with him.

But he seems to be such a nice boy.

Being nice isn't the problem with
Darius.

You saw the way he was acting today.
He's like that all the time.

He lives in a world all his own, a world
of magic.

I keep hoping he'll outgrow it, but I
guess it's hard for... Well, his mother,

my sister, she died five years ago.

But does he have a father?

Yeah, he has a father, all right, but he
hardly ever sees Darius.

Too embarrassed, I guess. He's a third
-rate carnival stuntman who spends what

little money he makes on his precious
motorcycle and flashy leather outfits.

Then he's laid up in the hospital half
the time.

But he does communicate with the boy,
doesn't he?

Certainly. Postcards and letters. Never
doubtin' he's gonna make the big time.

Darius's father is a 35 -year -old boy
who never grew up.

And he never will.

And that poor child has to pay the
price.

Who ever heard a rock star doing
homework?

I did, so stop complaining.

All right, Jody, it's your turn to cook
dinner.

And no more of your famous hot dog soup.

Hey, where's Scooter?

He's at it again, Rob.

Yeah.

Jody and I got to talking how great it
was to be rock stars.

I said, boy, wouldn't Mom and Dad be
proud of us now?

Hey, Scooter.

Didn't anyone ever tell you that rock
stars don't cry?

Come on.

Sit up and talk to me.

Hey, I thought you had it under control.

I thought I did, too.

Look, Scooter.

Mom and Dad are gone.

And nothing can bring them back.

But the Coast Guard said... The Coast
Guard said the boat went down in the

hurricane.

And that was over a month ago.

Yeah, but maybe somehow they got ashore.

Let's face it, Scooter.

It's just the four of us against the
world now.

Yeah.

I guess you're right.

Hey, look. Haven't I been taking care of
you like I said I would?

And isn't this better than that old
foster home they stuck in?

It sure is.

Then we'll stick to my game plan, okay?

I just hope it works out.

Sure it'll work out.

You're not going to be 18 in three
months, and that makes me a legal adult

home. And listen, once we become big
rock stars, we'll buy a tremendous

and we'll live happily ever after.

How's that?

All right?

Thank you.

Of course. That was your fantasy, wasn't
it? Yes. You better be in this arm.

What are they for?

The badgers say assistant manager.

Now, the rule is only the manager can
override an order given by an assistant

manager. You understand?

Who's the manager?

Who else?

Well, you better get acquainted with the
park, my friends. As you can see, they

are... Checking the equipment now, and
we will open the gates and admit your

first customers in half an hour, all
right?

Now go.

know how to deliver fantasy.

Yeah.

I just hope he knows how to deliver my
dad.

Ah, here they are. Hi, Mr. Rourke. Hi.

Welcome. Are you enjoying your fam? Oh,
so far it's been terrific.

But, uh, I have one question.

How can we make a lot of money in a big
hurry?

As a matter of fact, ever hear of Brian
Lipscomb?

Hear of him? He's only the number one
record and concert promoter in the

world. Absolutely right, Willie.

Precisely why I have invited the
esteemed Mr.

Lipscomb to hear you in concert
tomorrow. I promise that you'll put on a

just for him.

All right.

And if Brian Lipscomb likes you, well,
the sky is the limit.

Wow.

Hold on.

Mr. Roar, can we hear this hit album of
ours?

Oh, of course. But will you do me a
favor?

Sure. Could you play along with it?

Oh, we'd love to.

Tattoo?

The kids all think I'm crazy for running
after you.

They say you play hard to get with every
boy I see.

Something wrong.

You seem to be suffering from mixed
emotions.

Don't you like your hit album?

Oh, it's terrific, but it's not us.
Right.

Oh, but it is. It is.

Tattoo is quite correct.

You see, I took the liberty of having
your demonstration tape electronically

enhanced before the recording was made.

Oh, yeah, but how are we going to match
that sound for Mr. Lipscomb tomorrow

night?

With fame and fortune within such easy
grasp, I'm certain you'll think of

something.

The two?

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

You must be the great Scott.

And you must be Mr. Roark. That's right.
Thank you for coming. Oh, not at all,

not at all.

Listen, I'm having a pinch of myself. I
can't believe this is really happening.

Really? I mean, after all these years.

Uh, I've got a confession to make.

What?

Much of my career, well, most of it, has
been motorcycle stunts and cheap

touring carnivals with ramshackle
equipment and unsafe conditions.

But this time, it's going to be
different. I mean, a 225 -foot leap over

a lagoon.

And when I make it, I may finally get a
shot at the big time.

A big tour.

Oh, that's more than a possibility, Mr.
Scott. It just so happens that there is

a convention of sports journalists and
bookers from major entertainment parks

the island now. They will all be present
for your performance.

It's just like a dream come true.

Yes.

Yes.

There is something I must confess, Mr.
Scott. You see...

motorcycle stunts are not the Fantasy
Islands Amusement Park standard brand of

entertainment, you understand.

So, well, what I'm trying to say is I am
not the one who hired you.

Well, then who?

That I am not at liberty to tell. I'm
sorry. The party wishes to remain

anonymous, at least for the time being.

Well, whoever that person is, when I do
this stunt tomorrow, I won't let him

down. I can promise you that.

Not too dangerous a stunt, I hope, Mr.
Scott.

Well, they're all dangerous, Mr. Rourke.

But if I can make a spectacular
appearance at this park tomorrow, it

the greatest thing that ever happened to
me.

For your sake, Mr. Scott, I hope it all
works out.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Your father looks fine.

He's very excited. Thinks that this is
going to be his big break.

Thanks, Mr. Rourke, for the best fantasy
you've ever given anyone.

I gotta get to work.

Yes, who?

That disguise is truly a work of art.

Ordinarily, I would be tempted to say
that you are Tattoo.

But then again, I... I can't be
positive.

It's me, boss.

I'm getting better and better, am I not?

Oh, indeed you are. Pretty soon I won't
recognize you at all.

You see that hand?

I hope.

Your antique lamp.

I'm sorry, boss.

May I make a suggestion as to your next
disguise, Tattoo?

Oh, sure, boss.

Who you want me to be? How about the
Invisible Man?

Be quiet, be quiet. Leave, be quiet.

I'm producing Europe's hottest rock
star, the Colin Kidd.

One,

two, three, four.

The kids all think I'm crazy.

We're running after you.

They say you play hard to get.

Don't look now, but I think we're hit.

Yeah, that's right. Sure knows what he's
doing.

Baby, here I come

How much are you being paid to play that
album while they lip -sync to it?

Oh, boss, you don't think I will take
money from kids, do you? How much?

Ten bucks.

Excuse me, boss, but it's time for the
next number.

Oh, by the way, I've got a phone message
for you. It said that somebody very

important was waiting for you at the
house.

Ten...

Mrs. Collins' children are runaways and
they must be returned to their foster

homes.

My dear Miss Ridges, there is what is
called the letter of the law. Ah, yes,

yes, yes. And that which is called the
spirit of the law.

Precisely. As social worker in charge of
those children, it is my duty to

observe the letter of the law.

Oh, that is such a shame.

What's the shame?

That you insist on dealing with the
letter of the law.

You see, I happen to be the law on
Fantasy Island, and the letter of my law

stipulates that you have absolutely no
jurisdiction here. In short, Miss

the children will remain on Fantasy
Island until I say otherwise.

I will have you know, Mr. Lark, that I
am here to ensure that those children

returned to their foster homes.

And I am the type of person who gets the
job done.

Listen up, will you?

Guys, come on.

All right, now, I'm sorry to get you up
so early in the morning, but Tattoo

showed me some reports, and we have real
problems.

Tattoo?

For starter, the park is out of soft
drinks, cotton candy, and hot dog buns.

Also, some of our key employees have
been excused for the day.

I only see the guy in the ferret's
wheel.

He said he wanted to go fishing with
some friends.

Well, that's very unfortunate, because
it just happened that his friends were

working on three other rides, and Kevin
gave them the day off.

Well, I'm afraid that I let some off,
too.

Yes, and the total result is that the
park is short on help.

Which means that we have to go to work.

Work? Work!

To fill in the gap.

Or the park won't open.

I didn't come here to work.

That's stupid.

Yeah, I came here to make people happy
and to work magic.

Yeah. Come on, guys, you gotta work.

Why?

Well, you see, I have to fulfill my
fantasy.

Why is it so important, Darius?

Well, it just is.

Besides, we messed up, so we must be
responsible.

Come on, please.

Well, okay by me, Monica.

Come on, let's get going.

All right, come on.

Great Scott.

I never heard of him before.

Yeah, well, you'll probably never hear
of him again, either.

He's just a cheap, carny artist.

You know, he wouldn't even be here if
his own kid hadn't hired him.

Huh. How about that?

All right, now, let me get this
straight. How much does it cost?

Pound sterling or dollars?

Dollars.

In round figures, 70 ,000.

How much mileage does it get with the TV
set turned off?

We have a saying, sir. If you have to
ask, you can't afford to buy it.

Well, we can't afford it now, but we
will soon.

We'll probably need four of them. All
different colors, of course.

So the car.

You see, we're big -time rock stars, and
we're going to be very rich as soon as

Mr. Lipscomb sees us perform.

Indeed.

Do you mind if I take you for a little
test spin?

I would get... Oh, Willie, we can't.

Why not?

We don't have a driver's license.

I forgot.

To the car.

Right.

I guess you'd have to call us big stars.

I mean, how many groups do you know of
that get 15 curtain calls in one

Well, would it be correct if I told my
readers that you're enjoying your

stardom, Jody?

Oh, wait, just a minute.

Oh, thank you.

Wow!

Thanks, just keep them coming.

Well, from the looks of things, it seems
that you are definitely enjoying your

stardom, Jody.

Oh, hi. Come on in.

You're offering us a three -month tour
of the Orient?

Oh, sure. I know that's a lot of money.

We just can't do it. No, not under any
circumstances. I'm sorry.

Bye -bye.

Well, Rob, how is success treating you?

Oh, it's fantastic.

Will you believe I've been on these
phones all morning? And look at these

telegrams.

Movies, TV specials, recording
contracts, you name it.

How many offers did you agree to?

Well, I haven't agreed to any of them. I
turned them all down in favor of Mr.

Lipscomb.

Oh, speaking of Mr. Lipscomb, I just
spoke to him, and he'll definitely be

for tonight's concert.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Suppose this Mr. Lipscomb isn't
impressed with what he sees and hears.

Oh, come on, he's got to be. Ah, but
Miss Ridges has a point.

Perhaps you were a bit hasty in
rejecting all these other offers.

Rob, this is no life for you children.
You belong back in California.

Yeah, right.

And four different foster homes?

No thanks.

Look, we're going to be an even bigger
hit tonight.

Lip -syncing to your album, Rob?

Sure. That's the only way we can capture
that sound.

Question. Do the Collins kids intend to
lip -sync their way through life?

I don't follow you, Mr. Rourke.

Lip -syncing is a form of deceit, Ron.

So was telling me that you had parental
permission to visit Fantasy Island.

I've since learned that your parents
were lost at sea and therefore couldn't

possibly have granted permission.

All right, so I lied.

But it was the only way to keep us kids
together and keep us out of four

different foster homes.

Mr. Rourke, we're a family.

And we intend to stay together.

Oh, I have no quarrel with your desire,
Rob.

But it was still deceit, wasn't it?

A very false road to happiness, my young
friend.

Think about it.

Good news, Kevin.

We've done it. They're going to open the
carnival on time. All right.

Thanks a lot for your help.

Anytime, old lady. Let's go.

Mr. Son. I missed you too, Dad.

Listen, look at you.

Come on, come on.

All right.

Listen, I found out how I got here.

Don't worry, Mr. Rourke didn't tell me.

At least not until I confronted him.

I overheard some of the rigging crew
talking.

Well, I just wanted us to be together,
and I was afraid you'd get mad.

Well...

I gotta admit, at first I was all
jangled up inside. I mean, I didn't know

to think.

A dude my age getting work through his
son.

Well, how could I be mad at you?

I love you.

And this is a chance we've always
dreamed of.

Who better to make it come true than
you?

And if I make good here, it's the big
time.

You'll make good, Dad. Don't worry. Just
know you will.

Thank you, son.

Thank you.

You had no right to bring him here.

Well, I'm afraid you are mistaken. I
didn't bring the great Scott here.

Darius did.

Darius?

But his fantasy was to... I'm afraid
Darius may be guilty of a magician's

sleight of hand.

The fantasy of running an amusement park
with the other children wasn't all he

had in mind.

His real fantasy was to provide his
father with a big break as a performer.

But why?

Darius hired you because he thinks that
after this jump you'll be rich and

famous and able to set up a real home
for him again.

Just the two of you together for good.

Whatever gave him an idea like that?

You did, Scott, in all those letters you
wrote.

You said that all you needed was a
little break to be on your way again.

You were never there in the first place.
How can you be on your way again?

Okay, so I didn't write him about the
cheap touring carnivals.

Instead, I wrote him about vacationing
in the Bahamas.

When I was really laid up with four
broken bones in a Des Moines hospital.

yes, one jump doesn't put me in the big
time.

I'll still have to struggle to establish
myself, but at least I'll have some

kind of a name after that jump. If you
survive.

The point is that Darius expects you two
to get together permanently.

Now, what are you going to tell him
after this jump?

Thanks, son. I'll see you around.

Well, it wasn't fair for Darius to
assume we'd get back together.

Fair? What is fair? He's 11 years old.
He needs a father. The time will come.

Listen.

This is just the start.

It's the beginning of the dream.

That is exactly what I thought you'd
say.

You should have given up on that
motorcycle a long time ago.

Instead, you gave up everything else.

All right, Mr. Lipscomb's here.

Great. Let's give him a show, guys.
Okay.

Ready?

One, two, three, four.

Take me away if you want to.

I won't try to resist.

Cause I'm guilty, baby.

I'm falling in love with you.

And it's good.

So good.

It's gotta be against the law.

But how can you stop?

All right, hold it. Hold it!

Hold it!

Mr. Lipscomb, I think...

No, I know that we owe you an apology.

That song you just heard, well, it
wasn't really us.

Well, part of it was.

What I mean is we were lip syncing.

Because that was the only way we could
ever capture that sound in our album.

Not by ourselves.

What I mean is, sir, what I'm really
trying to say is that I guess we're

but four.

amateurish, wet -behind -the -ear kids
who... Who can write really good lyrics.

Excuse me?

Which, uh, which one of you wrote those
smashing lyrics?

Well, we all did. It was a collaborative
effort.

Oh, I see.

Well, uh, would the, uh, would the
Collins family, uh, be interested in a

contract to write lyrics for a hot new
composer I've just signed? It, uh, it

could be worth a small fortune.

But what about our music?

The sound was all right, but... And with
all due respect, groups like yours are

not hard to come by. But finding a
really good lyric writer, that's where

really at, eh?

Well, what do you say? Will you sign a
contract or not?

Say yes, Rob.

Yeah, and this means we can still be
rock stars of a sort.

Yeah, then we can buy the big house and
we'll all stay together.

I wouldn't count on that.

The moment you set foot on the mainland,
you're under my jurisdiction.

And I now have a court order, which...
Which means four foster homes, right?

I'm afraid so.

I'm afraid not.

Now see here, Mr... No, no, no. You see
here, Miss Ridges.

You see, I have just received a telegram
announcing that the children's parents

were found alive.

What? Alive? I told you. I told you they
were all right.

Yes. They were washed ashore in a very
remote area of Mexico.

Mr. Rourke, are you serious?

Totally. Read this.

They're alive. Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

We're going home.

Love.

The greatest healing power of all.

Ladies and gentlemen, the great Scott!

Looks good and I'm ready.

You're a stuntman around here.

We need your help, quick. There's a kid
hanging on the scale.

Hey,

watch my bike for me, will you?

Help!

We'll stop and we... We fixed it. Kid up
there. He insisted on taking a test

run. Now he's stuck up there.

I mean, that's Derek.

Must have panicked and tried to climb
down. How long to fix the wheel? We're

doing it right now.

That's Derek.

Hang on, son.

I'm coming.

I'm almost there, son.

Hang on!

Seconds more son Don't look down

I've

got you You

got it get you the leg in

Yeah, yeah.

I was afraid you'd never get here.

Are you kidding?

I'm the great Scott.

On behalf of us all, thank you, Mr.
Scott. That was a remarkable test of

courage. And under the circumstances, if
you wish to postpone your motorcycle

jump or perhaps change it to another
day... No jump, Mr. Rourke. Not now or

ever.

Oh, you can't be serious, Mr. Scott.

You told me nothing and the world meant
more to you.

Well, now something does.

I don't belong up there.

I belong down here on the ground with my
son.

Mr. Rourke, I owe you an explanation for
the decision that I made yesterday.

Oh, that's not necessary, Mr. Scott. No,
please let me.

What kept running through my mind while
I was climbing up that Ferris wheel was,

if I got seriously hurt, what would
happen to Darius?

Who would be able to help him?

Then I just started extending that
thought to beyond the Ferris wheel.

Well, to the rest of our lives.

And that's the real dream.

Then it was a wise decision, Mr. Scott.

I think so.

I'm temporarily unemployed, but I'm
going to set up a household with Darius

well, something will turn up.

As a matter of fact, I have a
proposition for you.

The job of general manager of the
amusement park is open.

Yes, the former manager quit to fulfill
his fantasy of training lions and

tigers. Will you take over as manager,
Mr. Scott?

What do you think, Darius?

I think it's a great idea, Dad.

It'd help you a lot. I know a lot about
amusement parks now.

What do you think, Andrea?

I think that this little boy's fantasy
has just come true.

You got yourself a manager, Mr. Rourke.
In fact, two managers. The best two

managers any amusement park could have.

Will you kindly explain why you chose to
wear your latest disguise right here

and now?

I got stuck.

I couldn't get out of it.

Mr. Ward.

Mr. Ward.

Thank you for everything. Oh, you are
most welcome, all of you.

Do you still wish to become rich and
famous rock stars?

We already are, partly. But the best
thing is we got our parents back.

Oh, Mr. Ward, will you do me a favor?

Well, of course, Scooter. What is it?

If a Rolls Royce salesman asks for me,
tell him to cancel those four cars I

Very good, Mark. Thank you very much.

Goodbye. Goodbye, sweetheart. Bye.

Now that our guests have gone, for your
information, this is positively your

worst disguise.

You fooled absolutely no one with it.

No one at all?

Not at all. As a matter of fact, I go so
far as to say that your latest disguise

laid a big egg.

Oh, boss.

Not really, Tattoo.

Well, look here.

Boss.

Where did you find that egg?

Right there. You laid it.

Boss, that's not possible.

You know I cannot lay eggs.

Well, you just did.

No, I did not.

You're putting me on, boss.

Am I, Tattoo?

Am I really?

After all, anything is possible on
Fantasy Island.