All language subtitles for Fantasy Island s04e17 Also Rans - Portrait of Solange

Good morning, boss. Good morning, Katru.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Ah, Mr. Jerome Pepper.

A shoe salesman at Latham's department
store in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

For seven years, he's been hopelessly in
love with a young lady who works in the

kitchenware department.

But he has never summoned the courage to
tell her of his feelings or even ask

her for a date.

So his fantasy is for her to fall in
love with him.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. All he asks is
that just for once, the girl of his

dreams should notice him.

He sounds like a very timid man.

Indeed.

He is a naturally shy, even selfie
-facing person.

And the girl he loves happens to be Miss
Thalia Latham.

That's right. His boss's daughter.

I get it. He feels like he's trying to
reach for the moon.

And perhaps he's right, too.

We shall see.

Boss, I know you can do almost
everything.

If every one of those girls have a
fantasy...

You and I would be very busy, wouldn't
we?

I wouldn't mind.

Oh, I know, I know.

But fortunately for both of us, none of
these young ladies has asked for a

fantasy. So what are you doing here?

Because I have a very dear friend who's
something of an artist.

He has always admired the work of the
great French painter Toulouse -Lautrec.

Oh, Bob, Lautrec is my favorite painter,
too.

Really?

Well, then you will understand why I
invited a traditional dance company of

Paris to rehearse on Fancy Island.

You mean your friend wants to draw the
dancer just like Toulouse -Lautrec did

the Moulin Rouge?

Precisely. Boss, do you think your
friend wouldn't mind if I watch him get

fantasy come true?

Ah, the two. Unfortunately, that is
quite impossible.

I thought I'd just ask.

It is impossible because you cannot
watch yourself sketch.

Yes, it's your fantasy tattoo.

My gift to you.

Happy birthday, mon cher ami.

Fuck! My very own fantasy?

That's right.

You know, I would think that for just
this once, you should have a drink. A

small one.

There, there.

And perhaps you can make someone else's
fantasy come true, my little friend.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Debbie, Debbie, come on over here.

That's it.

That's it, against the railing, next to
Bobby.

Okay, girls, are you ready?

I heard the company needed a facility to
work out new routines for the

forthcoming world tour, so I contacted
the general manager, Mr. Alfred Gerard,

and invited him to come here.

Mr. Rourke.

Hi, I'm Mark Ellison.

I'm the director. How do you do, sir?

And you must be Ted, too, the artist.

Mr. Gerard told me you ought to be given
run of the house.

If you don't mind. Oh, not at all.

Make yourselves at home. Thank you, sir.

Okay, girls.

Let's get ready for dress rehearsal.

As you can see, Mr. Ellison has a great
deal of work to do. So make sure you do

not add to his problems, huh?

He won't even notice me.

But I don't take that much room.

Martin? Yes?

Thank you very much.

Mr. Pepper, I am driving you out to the
stables because this is the most

important race of Miss Latham's life.

Here we are, Mr. Pepper.

I'm sure that racehorses are fascinating
animals, Mr. Rourke, but I don't see

what they have to do with my fantasy.

Oh, a great deal, Mr. Pepper.

Miss Latham has brought one of her
father's horses here to train him for

racetrack. She has?

Yes. Well, it's only natural that a
person of her background should be,

involved in the sport of kings, you
know? She has a royal bearing, a regal

beauty, poise, dignity, elegance.

Oh, she's only working in kitchenware
because her father wanted her to learn

business from the ground floor up, you
know?

Obviously, Mr. Purper, yes. Oh, there
she is now.

Um, uh, Ms. Latham?

Mr. Rourke, how nice to see you. Thank
you.

Why, Jerome Pepper, from Lady's Shoes.

What a surprise.

I'm very surprised likewise to see you
here as well. I mean, well, I'm happy

delighted if you don't find that
offensive.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Has she noticed you, Mr. Pepper?

and recognized you at first glance. No,
she acknowledged my presence. You do

that much to a fly you find in your
soup. Hello, fly. Hello, Jerome.

Oh, come now. I'm sure no slight was
meant.

Oh, no. It's just that she's having
serious problems with her horse, Pomona

Prince. Pomona Prince.

Prince. Whoa.

Easy, boy. Easy.

Easy, Prince.

Whoa. Very serious problems.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, that poor girl might
just as well pack up and go home right

Why, she knows as much about horse flesh
as her father knows about running a

department store.

Mrs. Amelia Selby, owner of the Kentucky
Derby winner's satin yoke, and Selby's

department store Philadelphia.

Selby's? That's Latham's only rival.
We're more competitive than Macy's and

Gimble's. Mr. Selby has challenged Mr.

Latham's horse to a match race.

$100 ,000 is at stake.

It's like stealing money from a blind
man.

Easy. Easy.

Whoa. Whoa, boy. Easy. This is crazy.

I think Miss Latham could be hurt very
badly.

I'm afraid she has only herself to
blame.

You see, her father didn't want to
accept the bet. No? And he was going to

the animal. But his daughter begged for
a chance to prove that she could get him

to race and win.

Unfortunately, Pomona Prince has put
four stable hands in the hospital. So

I feel so useless. I wish I could do
something.

Somehow. Oh, but I assure you, you can.

And you will.

Mr. Pepper, you are going to tame...

Pomona Prince. You're going to make him
as gentle and obedient as a lamb.

That certainly should make Miss Latham
notice you, don't you think?

But you've got to be joking. I'm a shoe
sesame, not a bronco buster.

Of that I am well aware, Mr. Pepper.

Therefore, I have arranged for you to
have the assistance of the ultimate

expert, Professor Oates.

Professor Oates? Himself.

Mr. Jerome Pepper, may I present
Professor Holmes.

He's a horse.

The Professor is a remarkable animal,
Mr. Pepper.

Sensitive, highly intelligent, and
extremely adept at analyzing and

other animals.

He can literally alter their
personalities.

Oh, now, hold on, Mr. Brock. Are you
telling me that Professor Oates is some

kind of a...

Horse psychiatrist?

Well, no. Not exactly. But I promise
you, Pomona Prince will be potty in

Who?

The professor's order, Mr. Wolf.

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much. He
is partial to tutti frutti. Right,

professor?

What do you mean, not enough topping?

He's getting a little spoiled, Mr.
Pepper.

Would you like me to put him through
some of his paces?

Why not?

Would you mind holding this, Mr. Pepper?
And stand over there, please.

Thank you.

Now, Professor, would you mind telling
Mr. Pepper, how old are you?

One, two, three, four, five.

You see?

Now, will you do a camel stretch for Mr.
Pepper?

kneel and say your prayers, Professor.

Well, I think you deserve a little nap
now, Professor.

That's fantastic.

It's unreal.

There's no doubt that this animal is a
very brilliant horse, but do you think

can really control Pomona Prince with a
bunch of tricks?

Just leave everything to the professor.

Right, Professor?

Huh?

You see?

Okay, that's it for today, girls. Full
rehearsal at 8 in the morning.

Oh, and girls, very nice, by the way.

He'll

settle

down in time for the race, Daddy. You'll
see.

He just has to have time to get
acclimatized.

Chief, to me, my dear, he's already made
himself perfectly at home.

As his usual plain ornery salad.

Good afternoon, Miss Latham.

Mr. Latham, sir.

Good day, Mr. Pepper.

Daddy, Mr. Pepper's in the lady's shoes.

At the store, sir.

Pepper.

Pepper! I asked...

You're the one who insisted my buyers
purchase that new line of Italian

Well, I felt very badly about that, sir,
and I had no idea they were all left

-footed.

And I'd like to make it up to you, sir,
by offering you the services of this

gifted animal.

Services? What services?

Well, um, he's, uh, like a teacher, a
kind of a coach.

Your horse teaches other animals?

Yes, uh...

I think he can help Pomona Prince get a
grip on himself and win the match race.

Well, he'll show you himself.

I hope.

Professor?

The trouble with Pomona Prince is he's a
quitter. He stops dead in his tracks

before the finish.

Oh, don't worry. The professor will cure
that.

Leave him.

It's almost as if your horse is showing
Pomona Prince where he wants him to run

to. You're right, sir.

To the finish line.

What's he doing?

Well, I swear he's calling to Latham's
horse.

Thank you, Celia.

Miss Latham, it's nice to be noticed.

Did you see what he did, Skelly?

That nag just turned Pomona Prince into
a pussycat.

And that pussycat can run like greased
lightning.

What are you going to do about it, ma
'am?

Not me, Skelly. You.

And I don't want to know what you have
to do.

So long as we win.

Kiela!

Stop, please. You're wonderful.

Who are you? My name is Tatu. What's
your name?

Solange.

Solange Latignon.

You startled me. I thought I was alone.

You dance beautifully.

Are you with a troupe? No.

I'm not really a dancer.

Not yet.

But someday.

I look after the costumes.

After so much dancing, you must be
hungry.

I'm starved.

Well, it's time for dinner.

Will you do me the honor?

Please.

I want to dance.

I am a dancer.

Mr. Ellison promised to audition me, but
he keeps putting it off.

You're a wonderful dancer.

I wonder why.

I'm not sure.

I know he likes me.

In which way?

As a director or as a man?

Sometimes the way he looks at me, I
think... Show me, please.

It's me.

The tattoo.

You made me beautiful.

I draw what I see.

I see the Lautrec influence here.

Here's a more modern style, an
excitement all your own.

You should be in Paris painting and
selling.

You're wasting your talent here.

Nothing is wasted on front of the
island.

You're very kind, Solange. Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

I would like you to pose for a formal
portrait in oil.

Solange, there you are.

I've been looking for you.

How's the little artist?

Very well, thank you.

She's the perfect model.

Good. She's also a very valuable member
of our troupe.

I have plans for her.

I'm glad to hear that.

She's a wonderful dancer.

I'm sure.

But right now, it's a wonderful
needlework I'm in need of.

Solange, I hate to break this up, but
all the new costumes have arrived and

of them fit.

I'd better get to work.

Good night.

Thank you, my dear.

I'll be right along.

Lovely, isn't she?

And very young.

I'm waiting for her to grow up.

Like Gigi in the song.

Is that why you won't let her dance?

Tattoo, I like you, and I want for us to
be friends, but I can't have you

putting ideas into her head.

Now, I will take care of Solange's
career when she's ready.

In the meantime, I think you should stay
away from her.

I think it's best for both of you.

Good night.

you say about doubling our bet?

Or have you lost all faith in your
daughter's judgment?

$200 ,000?

You're on.

Good. I'll take your money, Amelia, the
same way I take away your customers.

Customers we don't want.

You should have accepted my offer to buy
you out.

There's not room for both of us in
Philadelphia.

I couldn't agree more.

Oh, Emmett, once I set my heart on
something, I usually keep after it.

See you around.

after Satin Duke has made Pomona Prince
just a memory.

Hello, Mr. Pepper.

Why so forlorn?

Don't tell me Miss Latham failed to
notice you again. Oh, no, no. She

all right. You know, for a moment I
thought she was even glad to see me, but

then she backed off, like always.

I can't make her out, Mr. Rourke.

And I'm beginning to think I was a fool
to hope that a poised, sophisticated

department store heiress like Thalia
Latham could ever be interested in the

likes of me.

Mr. Pepper!

The professor, he's gone. He should be
waiting at the finish line to make sure

Pomona Prince finishes the race.

You have precisely 32 minutes in which
to find him. Then I must start the race,

as agreed.

I'm sorry.

Will you excuse me?

Mr. Pepper, we've got to find him.

Come on.

Hello?

My name is Rourke. I am a friend of
Tattoo's.

How do you do, sir? Very well, thank
you.

Tattoo's birthday is tomorrow.

planning a surprise for him, and I was
hoping to arrange a little party with

your help.

He enjoys your company very much.

Did he tell you that?

Oh, yes, yes.

I see.

You must be very close, you and Tattoo.

He's a very dear friend and a fine
person.

I'd like his birthday to be a very, very
special occasion.

I'll help in any way I can.

Oh, here he comes now.

We'll talk later.

And thank you.

Bonjour, Solange.

Hello, Tattoo.

Do you still want me to pose for you?

Very much.

I should be finished here in a few
minutes.

Let's meet at the waterfall.

What about Mr. Ellison?

I don't want you to get in trouble.

I do my work.

How I spend my own time is none of his
business.

I'll see you soon, then.

The professor would be waiting there at
the finish line, and when Pomona Prince

sees that he isn't there, he'll probably
quit and sit.

No, no, no, no, please, please.

Well, they must have been delayed.

I'm sure we can find them if we just
remain calm, Miss Latham.

You're... Well, you're too efficient and
capable a person to carry on like this.

Jerome, I am not... efficient, or
capable.

I'm useless.

Oh, sure, I bluff pretty good.

But Daddy's never fooled.

That's why winning this race was my last
chance to show him that I could do

something right.

Jerome!

You've got to help me, Jerome. I need
you. I need your strength and your

confidence.

You think I have strength and
confidence?

I've admired you for seven years.

I've admired your intelligence, your
businesses.

The way you face after problems.

But I was afraid to approach you for
fear that you might find out I lack the

qualities that you had.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jerome.

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

Please forgive me. Miss Latham, I hate
you.

I've always wanted to reach out to you,
but I never felt worthy.

But now that we've finally noticed each
other, I have to inform you that, uh...

I'll never let you go.

And for a very good reason.

I love you.

And I love you, too.

Oh, Jerome.

But we've got to find the professor.

Where could he be? Oh, Mr. Rourke.

Oh, please, help us. How can we find the
professor before Thalia has to forfeit

the race?

Oh, I am so sorry. I wish I could
oblige. Well, let me think. Let me

can't be far away. There must be some
way to find him.

Oh, what a pity.

The professor's going to miss his daily
treat.

Tutti frutti.

Tutti frutti.

Come on.

Mr.

Ellison, please. I don't need an escort.
When are you going to stop calling me

Mark? All right.

Goodbye, Mark.

Now, wait a minute, Solange. I want to
talk to you just for a couple of

okay? I'm sorry. I have a date.

Oh?

With who?

That's none of your business.

And please, stop treating me like a
child.

Solange, you're absolutely right.

I have been overly protective, and the
reason, I guess, is that you're

to me.

Let me have a fresh start.

From now on, I am going to treat you
like a woman.

What do you say?

I'd like that.

Good.

There's just one thing.

It's an old coming -of -age tradition.

You seal it with a kiss.

Hmm?

It's nearly post -time.

Yes, Mrs. Helvey, I'm quite aware.

It's your big day, Prince.

Remember, your friend the professor,
he'll be waiting for you to finish.

Let us be certain you both understand
the rules.

The first leg of this race will be cross
-country over two miles.

The horses will turn at the mile mark
and head for the finish line.

Well one of them will anyway Are you
ready gentlemen

Jerome

do

you really think we can find a professor
like this?

Well, if he hears this he'll let us know
Please hear us professor

Professor, Tutti Frutti. Come on, get
your Tutti Frutti, please.

Professor, Tutti Frutti.

Professor, come and get your Tutti
Frutti.

Please come get your tutti -frutti, I
beg you!

It's the professor!

You've got roughly three minutes to get
him to the finish line or Pomona Prince

will never be crowned king.

Oh, Professor.

Come on, Prince!

Come on, Prince, baby!

The race isn't over yet, Emmett.

What's he doing?

He stopped.

He is looking for his friend, Mr.
Latham, the professor.

Oh, no.

Here, Prince.

Come on, boy.

Here's the professor. He's waiting for
you. Come on. There he is.

200 ,000?

Oh, it's not the money, Emmett.

You must understand, Mr. Latham, Mrs.
Selby has been a widow for many years,

running a huge department store on her
own.

I know that. She's been after my store
most of that time. Not the store, Mr.

Latham. That is not what she has set her
heart on.

and you're the only man I ever wanted
for a partner.

I wanted you to respect me as a winner.

I do respect you. I thought you saw me
only as a business rival.

Oh, no.

You were right.

There isn't room for both our department
stores in Philadelphia.

So how does Latham and Selby sound?

How about Selby and Latham?

Uh -huh.

Tattoo, I've been looking all over for
you. What are you doing here?

Oh, just working things out.

Oh, is it wrong to wish that someone had
never come to Fantasy Island?

Are you referring to Miss Solange
Latignon?

Does she mean that much to you, Tatou?

Mm -hmm.

Is that wrong?

I mean, her and me?

Only you can answer that, Tatou.

As the poet Burns says, we can never see
ourselves as others see us, you see?

I don't think she got me confused with
Robert Redford.

But once in my life, I don't know what
to say to you, dear friend.

Today is your birthday. I wanted to give
you something that would make you

happy.

Instead, this fantasy, I'm afraid, is...
Oh, is that your fault?

Well, I can't help feeling bad later,
too. And now, now I have to make matters

even worse.

The island council has called a special
meeting this evening.

I must attend.

You want me to go over for you?

Well, I hate to ask you to work on your
birthday.

Oh, that's all right, boss.

It will keep me occupied.

Thank you, Tatooine.

All right, let's say about 8 o 'clock,
huh?

For you.

Happy birthday, Tattoo.

Surprise!

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday...

Forgive my little Ruth, my friend, but
we wanted to surprise you, right?

Now, before we continue with the
festivities, there is someone I want you

meet. Come this way, will you?

Tattoo, this is Mr. Alfred Gerard,
general manager of the traditional dance

company of Paris.

He wants to buy some of your sketches.

My honor. It is my honor, I assure you.

And this.

This is really extraordinary work. Thank
you.

And this young lady, is she one of our
dancers?

No, sir.

Not exactly.

But she's a better dancer than I am a
painter.

I would like to see her.

You are about to, Mr. Girard.

Many happy returns, tattoo.

This is for you.

Young lady, that was an astounding
display.

You have a rare and natural talent.

What's your name?

Solange Latignon, monsieur.

Enchante.

Mr. Ellison has had his eye on Miss
Latignon for some time, I understand.

Oh, really?

Why didn't you tell me this, Mark?

Well, actually, sir, I was waiting for
her to... Honestly, sir, I was not

aware of what I had.

I see.

Well, Miss Latina, we must discuss your
future over breakfast tomorrow morning.

Right, Mark?

Yes, sir.

Excuse us.

Coming, Mark?

Tattoo, can we talk?

Sure. Excuse me, boss.

Tattoo.

I found this.

That's why you didn't show up today.

You saw me with Mr. Ellison.

You don't have to say anything.

But I want to.

He tricked me.

I was trying to get rid of him so I
could be with you.

Please believe that.

I believe you.

You know how much I want, need to dance.

Well, it's your big chance now.

No. I'm not going on the tour.

I'd like to stay here with you.

Solange, I cannot let you do that.

Give up your career for me.

Tattoo, I happen to think you're more of
a man than anyone I know.

And with a paintbrush in your hand,
you're a giant.

No one has ever made me feel that way
before.

It's not going to work.

Don't say that.

Solange, you are born to dance.

I cannot let you wear such a gift.

You must dance for the world.

And when you perform in a big city, I'll
be dancing beside you.

Not this me.

But the me inside.

He's a terrific dancer.

Oh, Tattoo.

Mademoiselle, Tattoo, I hope I'm not
intruding.

Not at all, Bart. Miss Latignon tells me
you wish to paint her portrait, Tattoo,

in oil.

You mean now?

Well, she's leaving tomorrow.

Am I correct?

Well, then, to lose Latrec off and work
throughout the night.

And I can't think of a lovelier setting,
Tattoo.

Would you mind coming here, Miss
Latignon?

Let me see.

Yes.

Yes, I think that's very, very nice.

Right, Tattoo?

Well, Tattoo, what do you think?

To lose no trick, eat your ass out.

Thank you, darling.

Mr. Rourke?

What can I possibly say, Mr. Rourke? You
have a rare talent for turning losers

into winners.

Well, Mr. Frank Sinatra says all of us
can be winners.

To think that Jerome and I wasted seven
precious years afraid to talk to each

other. Emmett and I wasted a lot more
than that.

All the more to make up for, Amelia,
with our merger.

Is this good show?

Never fail to speak what you know how.

That is the only way that lonely people
can truly find each other.

Bye, Mr. Latham. Bye.

Mr. Selby. Mr.

Pepper. Thank you,

Tattoo.

Mr. Rourke, I feel like a thief.

You gave Tattoo a fantasy, and I took it
over.

Used it to make my dream come true.

You did not take it, Miss Latina.

Tattoo gave it.

A fantasy is always better when you can
share it with someone.

Tattoo, please, don't forget me.

Never.

Adieu, Solange.

Perhaps one day she will return to the
island.

Maybe not.

But she will never leave me.

Thank you, Bart.

You give me a fantasy, I can keep my own
life.