All language subtitles for Fantasy Island s05e04 Last Cowboy

Bye -bye.

Bye -bye.

Good morning, Mr. Moore. Good morning,
Julie.

Where's Tattoo?

Helping Mr. Kincaid fulfill his fantasy.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Kincaid's that nice man who wants to
be invisible.

Yes, huh?

Can you make his fantasy come true?

What about it, Mr. Kincaid? Can I make
it invisible?

Indeed you can, Mr. Roark.

Witness a lovely flower for a most
lovely young lady.

Take it, Julie.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Kincaid.

But I thought you said Tattoo was with
him. Oh, but he is. Uh, Tattoo?

That's not fair, Julie.

Mr. Kincaid stole my line.

But I still think you're beautiful
anyway.

How sweet.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Have a nice day, gentlemen.

Come, Julie. Bye.

Not there, Julie. Over there. Can't you
see them?

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Mr. Rourke, do you see what I see?

Indeed I do, Julie.

The gentleman to whom you refer is Mr.
Joel Campbell of New York City, an

extremely successful insurance executive
with the most unique avocation.

Not only does he participate in amateur
rodeos and go horseback riding in

Central Park each morning, but Mr.
Campbell is also a avid student of the

West.

Then it shouldn't be too difficult to
guess what his fantasy is.

No, indeed, Mr. Campbell's fantasy is to
experience the real West.

He hungers to immerse himself in the
romantic adventures and challenges no

longer available to residents of
Manhattan.

But Mr. Campbell's somewhat glamorized
conception of the real West may very

involve him in some extremely difficult
situations.

Also a great danger.

Who's the pretty lady? An extremely
talented research chief of a modern

laboratory. Her name is Dr.

Carla... Frankenstein.

Frankenstein? Funny, she doesn't look
like a monster.

Shame on you, Julie. Dr.

Frankenstein has had to endure that type
of humor most of her life. Shame on

you.

The lady is convinced that Baron von
Frankenstein did in fact exist.

The fantasy is to have the Baron's
laboratory reconstructed to the last

By studying the Baron's report, she
hopes to prove that he was a man sadly

misunderstood in his lifetime.

Wait a minute, Mr. Rourke.

The whole story, the monster, the fire,
that's all from a novel, pure fiction.

Oh, indeed, Judy, indeed.

But who is to say what is fiction?

What is fact?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, no, I got nothing against my
parents.

God rest their souls.

It's just that my mother gave birth to
me a hundred years too late.

And things ain't like they used to be.
You know what I mean?

Well, I think I do, Mr. Campbell. You
feel that today's world is too

Less than challenging that we have too
many creature comforts.

Right on the nose, Mr. Rourke.

This nation has produced too many namby
-pamby tenderfoots.

Really?

Julie? This way, please. Sure.

Good luck, Mr. Campbell, and keep your
powder dry.

Thank you, little lady.

Dark City, here I come.

Well, how far back in time are you going
to take me, Mr. Oak?

Patience, Mr. Campbell, you shall soon
see.

Well, I hope it's no later than 1870.

Oh, that's when things got a mite
civilized and romance seemed to go that

-way.

If you know what I mean. Yes, yes.

happened to my clothes?

Well, your fantasy was to experience the
real West, Mr. Campbell.

What you are now wearing is completely
authentic.

That cow pony over there is likewise
authentic, though it is not cut from the

same mold as those you ride daily in
Central Park.

His name is Pancho, by the way.

That's a nice looking horse.

Oh, yes.

Okay, what do I do now?

What you do now, Mr. Campbell, is to
look over there.

as a truck dune in 1870. The brakes are
gone!

Pardon me, Deb.

Hold on.

Hold

on.

Are you all right?

Thanks, stranger.

You saved our lives.

Yeah, that was really brave of you.

You've done it.

You've really done it, Mr. Rock. Thank
you. You certainly have.

This place gives me the creeps.

Oh, it's his house. I can feel it.

Oh, can we go in, please?

Mm -hmm.

Must we?

It's immaculate.

Well, this is the Baron's castle, yes.

Reconstructed exactly as it was over 150
years ago before it burned down.

They're going inside.

Knock that off, will you, Fix? I told
you before, no drinking on the job. Come

on. We are being paid a lot of bucks by
her company's number one competitor to

find out what she is doing here on
Fantasy Island, okay?

Here's to Baron Frankenstein and all his
little monsters.

Mr. Pink, but in this room, life was
created from the dead.

Not exactly in this room, Doctor.

Behind that door.

And with such primitive equipment.

Yes.

Doctor, I must warn you.

No one knows all that happened here.

Now, will you two please stop worrying
about me?

I'm home.

But there's no phone. No electricity.

Maybe you better come back with us.

I think I've taken up enough of your
time.

Now, if you two will please just show
yourselves out, I'll get on with my

research.

As you wish, Doctor.

Julie.

How's a great supper, Mom?

Oh, thank you, son.

Time you got started on your homework.

That's a fine -looking boy.

Equally a fine -looking mom who knows
how to cook. Don't you, Mrs. Blair?

Well, thank you, but please call me
Maggie. It's short for Margaret.

As for the meal, it's part of the job.

Job? Job.

Didn't Mr. Rourke tell you?

No, he didn't. As a matter of fact, Mr.
Rourke neglected to tell me a lot of

things. You're the hired hand he
promised me.

I expect an honest day's work for an
honest day's pay.

Now, hold it, Mrs. Blair.

Maggie, I didn't come all this way to be
a hand, hired or otherwise.

You made a deal, and I aim to hold you
to it.

I'm really a wealthy insurance executive
on vacation.

Dressed like a flat broke cowpoke just
to fool the public, right?

Well, something did happen to my own
clothes, yeah.

They just sort of disappeared.

Exactly.

Motorcycles? How's that?

Just off -road riders.

An evil -looking bunch.

Well, we get lots of them out here these
days. But pay them no mind.

Maggie, where are you from?

Missouri. The Ozarks.

Is there a Mr. Blair?

One. Sam's in the cemetery over at
Wilson's Bend.

He spent five years breaking his back to
clear this land.

Pneumonia from digging postholes in the
rain. That's pretty much what done him

in. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Joe, would two extra days here make any
difference in your plans?

Well, uh... Six dollars is an advance on
your salary. Good

faith money.

Maggie, I told you before.

I work for an insurance company.

And last year I made nearly $200 ,000.

You don't believe me, do you?

No.

At least the wages are 1870.

I'm more and more convinced that Baron
Frankenstein had no interest in creating

living beings from the dead.

I am beginning to wonder if he was
seeking the key to immortality.

Well, the very thought of it sends my
mind reeling.

But I find several references to
everlasting life in his papers.

Here's the quote that he jotted down
from Lord Byron.

I feel my immortality o 'ersweeping all
pains, all tears, all times, all fears,

and feel like the eternal thunder of the
deep into my ears.

Mr. Rock, is that you?

Julie?

Hey, old man.

What's happening?

If you're addressing me, the name is not
old man.

Wrong.

Your name's whatever I decide it'll be.

Did you come here for any particular
reason?

Yeah.

That's the reason I came here.

I don't think it's a very good one.

Well, then why don't you do something
about it, old man?

Have some fun.

I'm going to have some fun with them,
Flint.

Stop or I'll shoot!

All right, let him go! And get on your
bikes and right out of here!

You better do what Josh says.

That's a double -barreled, 12 -gauge
shotgun.

And it can blow a king -size hole in
just about anything, including scum the

likes of you.

Let the old man go, Flint.

Start looking over your shoulder, old
man, because I'm coming back.

Good night.

Thanks, son. I was getting a little
nervous there.

You were getting nervous? What about me?

I forgot when my dad kept the shells.

Well, you are a gutsy guy.

That's one I owe you.

Well, it's something I owe you.

The rotor, I took it off the tractor.

What'd you do that for?

Well, the sooner you get the plowing
done, the sooner you'll be leaving us.

So?

So maybe I don't want you to leave.

Maybe I want you to stay.

Mom feels the same way.

Hmm.

The tomatoes look fresh.

I have a small garden.

I cannot go to the store. I would

frighten people.

townspeople came after me with torches.

And the baron pushed me into

the river.

Do you have a name?

Name?

Have a chicken and a goat.

I should like to see them sometime.

May I ask you some more questions?

How long have you lived here?

Since the baron died.

150 years.

Well, you see, the average lifespan is
only about half that.

So the Baron must have discovered some
genetic secrets that we don't know

How old are you?

What is it?

I heard something.

You bought people.

No, I didn't. I came alone. I swear.

I wouldn't lie to you.

Yeah! See anything?

Let's get the hell out of here!

I know who it is!

It was real, wasn't it?

Like some gosh -awful sideshow freak.

A sideshow?

People lined up with money. We'll make a
fortune.

Millions.

Aren't you forgetting one minor detail?

How do we get it to cooperate? Did you
see the size of that sucker?

All we need is a cage, a big one. Then
we got him.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Who are they?

They're tourists, probably.

They lost their way.

People run from me.

I know how lonely and confused you must
be.

But that's over.

When I leave here, you're coming with
me.

You'll be famous.

You will be living proof that man can
conquer the secret of eternal life.

You.

will offer the world hope.

And you can end the horrible stories
about Baron Frankenstein.

Hey, Matt, didn't you hear the lady?

I heard, Mr. Campbell, but she's wrong.

That you, Rock?

Mrs. Blair does need something.

I need something.

I need to get out of this no -account,
one -horse rip -off of a fantasy right

now. Oh.

I'm so sorry. That is quite impossible.

Once started, a fantasy must run to its
conclusion.

Even though it's the wrong kind?

What do you mean?

Oh, have you fouled me up, Mr. Rock.

I wanted to see the old West like it
really was.

Oh, I beg to differ with you, Mr.
Campbell.

You did not request to experience the
old West.

The term you used was the real West.

But this isn't any kind of West.

That woman has got me planting and
plowing and splitting rails on this no

piece of ground that even the weeds
can't wait to tumble off fast enough.

That's what the real West is all about,
Mr. Campbell. A very hard, difficult

life. A constant struggle often ending
in failure.

But in spite of everything, true
Westerners somehow endure.

Yeah, maybe so, but... I have delivered
your fantasy, Mr. Campbell. Wrong.

This is not the West like I know it to
be. It wasn't built on drudgery.

Men. Men built it. Real men.

But there was also something called
commitment, Mr. Campbell.

A quality you seem to lack.

What? I lack commitment?

Yes, sir.

Look, I have lived in the city for 20
years and have worked for the same

18 years. And for all those years, you
have been a drifter.

An emotional drifter.

A what? An emotional drifter.

One who keeps running from person to
person. Mr. Campbell, you are 40 years

age. Yet, you've never been married, not
even engaged.

Your personal life is totally void of
close relationships.

But Mr. Rock... Mix this seed with the
other type.

It's a new, sturdy strain recently
developed.

It will take root in the driest, tiniest
soil.

In a few weeks, it will cover the entire
eastern slope.

all the way up to the ridge.

That is, if those crazy bikers don't
come swooping down here and tear

apart. If that happens, why don't you
ask yourself a question?

What question?

What would Duke Wayne do in a situation
such as this?

Good luck.

Dr. Frankenstein, not once did you ever
mention any plans to take him away from

this place.

I didn't know he was here.

Indeed. Did you not specifically insist
that every detail, every detail of his

laboratory be duplicated?

Yes, but I never once for a moment
imagined that... Mr. Rourke, are you by

chance putting me on?

I mean, he doesn't even look like... Or
like the monster of the movie.

My dear doctor, this is not the world of
make -believe.

We are dealing with real life.

Well, I still don't understand why
you're so upset. I mean, he wants to go

me. He wants, doctor, what every child
wants, to please the adults around him.

Well, he's not afraid.

Dr. Frankenstein, the world will see him
as he is, and people will react

predictably. Some will be horrified,
some will laugh, and some

will taunt him cruelly.

The way they have taunted you about your
name all your life. No, Doctor, no.

No, he must not leave here.

Look, I have no intention of putting him
on public display.

He is a biological miracle.

He'll be studied by scientists and very
well cared for.

Doctor, I fear your desire to rid your
family name of ridicule has blinded you.

This entity is a living creature.

He has a human beating heart.

He may even have a soul.

Someone once said, there is nothing
ugly.

I never saw an ugly thing in my life.

For let the form of an object be what it
may.

Light, shade, and perspective will
always make it beautiful.

Oh, these poor feet of mine.

I feel like I've worn them right up to
my kneecaps.

Well, what could a body expect if you
write up a few fancy insurance policies?

You still don't believe me, do you?

Look, if you want to play make -believe,
you go right on and have at it.

Just so long as I get an honest day's
work out of you.

Hey, Maggie, you know I was wondering.

You know those bikers, why do they keep
showing up around here?

Oh, kids is all.

That's not all.

You're frightened of them a lot. Now,
why?

Well, they rustled one of my steers.

I got the sheriff after him, but he had
no proof.

And now they got it in for me.

Well, that husband of yours, he sure
saddled you with a lot of trouble,

he?

No money, a stony piece of ground and a
boy to raise.

And a half -finished house.

Well, Sam.

meant well.

You any good at fixing roofs?

Now, hold it, lady.

This hired hand is retiring tomorrow
evening, the minute I'm through sewing

eastern pasture.

Well, you can't blame a body for trying.

Maggie, I know it's none of my business,
but why don't you sell this place?

You know, you are absolutely right,
Joel.

It is none of your business.

You just do the job I hired you to do.

Now listen to me, lady. You didn't hire
me to do any job. Rock didn't hire me.

Nobody else hired me. You were in
trouble and I was trying to help you

Then just finish the job you started and
go on your way wherever you're going.

Thanks. I'm going to do just that.

Look, Joel.

Joel.

I'm sorry.

I'm just all tuckered out tonight and
I'm worried.

I just want to keep things going.

Bring in one good harvest.

I know we can survive.

Make this the place that Sam always
dreamed of.

Would you help me, please?

Well, I'll think about it.

Hi.

Listen to this.

I keep six honest, serving men.

They taught me all I knew.

Their names are what and why and when
and how and where and who.

Oh, it's only a poem.

You don't have to understand it.

Poems are about the way people feel
about things.

Did the Baron make that?

No. Dan cannot know how I feel.

Sit down.

Over the fence.

Why did the cat jump?

I don't know why.

I'm just teaching you to read it.

You and Mr. Rock are my friends.

You must teach me before...

I go to live with people.

Go?

But you can't. You know that.

He'll get into trouble. People will hurt
him.

Julie, I'm going to take care of him
myself.

Now, I know how Mr. Rourke feels about
it, and I've thought it all over.

He'll be perfectly safe with me.

He's just...

Too valuable to science to remain here
undiscovered for centuries.

You're absolutely right, Doctor.

Come on,

let's go.

Who are you? What do you want? Come on,
move it. You too, Doc. Let's go.

Come on, come on.

Keep moving or we kill the women. Come
on.

What about her? Forget her. Come on.
Woo.

Woo.

Mr.

Rock.

Mr. Rock.

Come on. Come on. Move. Move.

In the truck.

Finally made contact.

The boat will be here in an hour.

Won't be too soon for me, huh?

Maybe

we

should take it.

am your friend.

You were created to be superior.

The Baron would not like it if you do
something to destroy his hopes and

aspirations for you.

Mr. Rourke, he's hurt.

He has been hurt each time he ventured
into a world that was not prepared to

accept him, Doctor.

In the Baron's castle, he's only a part
of literature.

But there he is safe.

You must make him understand that.

All right.

I'll talk to him.

Oh, thanks a lot, Mr. Rourke.

I really know how to fulfill a fantasy.

help you?

Go.

Go. Please.

I want to help you.

Your friends put me in a cage.

But they're not my friends. I tried to
tell you they're not my friends. I don't

know who they are.

Why do people hurt?

It's not your fault.

People don't understand you.

Why do people hurt what they do not

understand?

Sometimes people are like that.

That's why I have to leave here as soon
as possible.

You will take me?

With you I can't take you back with me

I

Would even let you put me

the cage You're safe

here

With your garden and your coat and your
chicken.

And Mr. Rourke.

He can protect you so much better than I
can.

But... I want to see you.

When you want to see me, you close your
eyes.

And I'll be there.

And I will try to come back as often as
I can.

And maybe I can even bring some more
friends with me.

Oh, don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid. It won't hurt you.

It'll help you sleep and feel better.

It's done.

You really figure this new seat'll work?

Well, the old gaffer in the tinker's
wagon, he says it would.

Well, we want to thank you, Joe
Campbell.

Now, I want to talk to you about that
roof.

Oh, no, Maggie.

No, no, I got to move on.

Must you?

Really? Oh, please stay.

We like you a whole lot.

Well, I like you both, too, but... Well,
I want to see what's on the other side

of that ridge.

Well, here's the rest of your money.

Maggie, you keep it.

Some saddle tramp will come by and you
could pay him to fix a roof.

Joel, isn't there anything I can say
that would keep you?

No, no.

Helen ain't gonna help. You watch Mom.

What would John Wayne do in a situation
such as this?

Since you're on private land, I suggest
you move out.

Move?

Sure, we'll move.

Let's move it, partner.

All right, you creeps.

Get on your bikes and climb over that
ridge and don't look back.

You hear?

I hear.

It's not so bad. The three of us can put
it right.

Three of us?

Oh, no.

I got it right.

But there's just too much work. It never
ends.

Besides, it's right nice having a man
around again.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Your fantasy is over, Mr. Campbell.

Ready to go back?

I'm not so sure.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Well, I'd like to ask a special favor.

Oh?

Like you said, I've never been very good
about making commitments.

And you are now thinking about making a
commitment?

Yes, Mr. Rock.

I'd like to make a commitment to Maggie,
to Josh, and to this no -good,

dried -up, wheat -filled ground that I'd
like to turn into another Garden of

Eden.

In short, you are asking my permission
to become a permanent resident of

Island. And a committed one.

Yes, I am.

They need you, Mr. Campbell.

And you need them.

Permission granted.

Thank you both.

I'm so loaded down with photographs and
tapes and transcripts.

No one will ever laugh at the Baron's
name again.

Your new friend is going to miss you.

I'm going to have my company build a
laboratory here.

I think I can convince them that the
secret of agelessness is right here on

island.

And I'll be able to spend part of the
year with him and his garden.

He will wait patiently.

Safely.

Julie, read poems to him about good
people.

I promise.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Julie, you have performed admirably.

Thank you. I'd like to buy you dinner
tonight.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

But I think I should spend some time
with a friend who's a bit sad just now.

Very well.

Shall we make a dinner for three?