All language subtitles for Fantasy Island s06e12 Tallowed Image

Thank you.

Good morning, Bob. Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Ah, Mr. Andy Durant, a high school track
coach from a small town in Vermont.

Why all the magazines?

Because the two Mr. Durant has fallen in
love with a lovely model, Miss Pamela

Gentry. I'm sure those magazines are
filled with her pictures.

She did a very popular champagne ad in
1893.

But he's in love with a 90 -year -old
woman?

No, no, Tattoo. I'm afraid Miss Gentry
passed away years ago.

Mr. Durant's fantasy is to meet Miss
Gentry as she was at the height of her

beauty. But how are you going to do
that?

By sending him to Victorian England,
where not only Miss Gentry, but a great

danger awaits him.

Boss. Is not Angela Markham the famous
movie star?

Movie star? Well, I'm not sure Miss
Markham would agree with that

Tattoo. She prefers to think of herself
as a serious actress.

You mean the Towing disaster is the
serious movie?

Perhaps that's her problem, Tattoo. Miss
Markham wants to change her image.

Her fantasy is to give a performance
that Shakespeare himself would have been

proud of. In fact, she wishes to appear
in one of William Shakespeare's original

Globe Theatre productions.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Mr. Durant, how did you happen to come
across these pictures of me, Gentry? It

was weird. I was in the public library
checking out some sports magazines, and

one of these fell off the shelf. I guess
it had been misplaced.

I leaned down to pick it up, and there
she was.

You mean you fell in love with a
photograph?

Something clicked inside me when I saw
her face. Something that said we belong

together.

But surely it would be far more
practical to find a woman for whom you

care now, wouldn't it?

Mr. Rourke, I'm a track coach. Running
is my specialty.

Unfortunately, it's also my problem. I
can handle hard work, sweat, any amount

of physical pain.

But emotional relationships scare the
legs right out from under me.

What makes you so sure you're not going
to run when you see Miss Gently?

Because when I look at her picture, I
feel confident.

With her, I think I could be the kind of
man I always wanted to be.

And that's why I want this fantasy, Mr.
Rourke. How do I meet her?

With this.

This is blank.

Only for the moment, I assure you. When
you have need, one side will help you

find Miss Gentry, and the other side
will introduce you to her.

I hope you say so.

What happens now?

Your fantasy, Mr. Durant, will begin
when you light this candle.

However... We're a bit early, and timing
is crucial in these matters.

Extremely crucial.

Tattoo and I will be back in exactly 30
minutes.

Relax until then, Mr. Durant.

Relax. Tattoo?

Relax? How am I supposed to relax?

What happened to the lights?

What's going on here?

Who's there?

As I'm sure you realize, Miss Mark, I
mean, Shakespeare's day, women

on stage, well, it was simply unheard
of.

All parts were played by men.

You mean... That's right, the two. The
first, Juliet, probably had to shave

before the performance.

Mr. Rourke, I didn't get to where I am
without a certain initiative.

I won't let anything stop me from
fulfilling the fantasy.

Now, if you really can send me back to
Shakespeare's time...

I'll take care of the rest.

Very well, Miss Markham, as you wish.

Will you have a seat, please?

Thank you.

Now, if you'll close your eyes.

Concentrate on 17th century England.

The costumes, the idiosyncrasies and
customs of those days

of long ago.

Now, Master Shakespeare, we'll see about
thy dallying with my wife.

I was there. Why am I back here?

How strange.

Perhaps there is a counter -current in
the time stream.

Yes. Why don't you return to your
bungalow while I work something out,

Markham? All right.

But if you don't pull this off, Mr.
Rourke, after all your promises,

this, hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned.

That's not Shakespeare.

No, it's Angela Markham.

Diana... Teresa.

Florence?

Who in the Queen's name art thou, wench?

Oh, no.

Oh, oh, oh.

Miss Markham, I believe I've found the
problem. So have I, and he's in my bed.

Oh, is that who I think it is?

In the flesh, my friend.

Mr. Shakespeare, welcome to Fantasy
Island.

As I was about to explain to Miss
Markham, apparently we tuned in to Mr.

Shakespeare at a time of a life -and
-death crisis.

The Earl of Norfolk was about to run his
sword through Mr. Shakespeare's chest,

when naturally the bar's desire to
escape was greater than your desire to

back, and since the connection was open
at that precise moment... Presto. Here

he is.

I assure you, things like this don't
happen very often. But since it has

happened... Little Ciara, this place
here, be it heaven or hell?

Neither. Like the boss said, you are on
fantasy island.

Be that perchance near Dover?

Miss Markham, may I suggest perhaps you
could persuade him to write a scene

specifically for you.

For two?

Yes, boss.

Excuse me.

Well, we certainly could talk about it,
couldn't we?

Do you mind if I call you Bill?

Excuse me, officer.

Mr.

Rourke. Am I glad to see you. Listen, I
lit that candle. I ended up in some

weird wax museum.

Yes. I warned you about the need for
proper timing, didn't I, Mr. Durant?

Had you waited 30 minutes, like you were
supposed to, you would have ended up

here.

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

By the way, where exactly is here?

London, England, the year 1893,
precisely where Miss Gentry resided when

first began her career as an artist
model.

Hey, terrific, Mr. Rourke. Terrific,
terrific.

But that card you gave me to find her is
still blank.

I suggest you look again.

Did you see that, Mr. Rourke?

To be transported.

or the gulfs of time to a land where
fantasies are come true.

I mean, it's an age of marvels.

Unbounded.

And undraped.

Oh, come now. You're not wasting your
creative energy on the same old much ado

about nothing.

Get it?

Ah, it would seem not.

What a wonderful turn of phrase.

Much ado about nothing.

I must need to remember that.

Um, tell me about this Lord Norfolk.

Ah, Norfolk.

That less than senseless thing who was
sword at my heart was

nigh on to making a rather nasty point.

Why did he want to kill you?

To curry favor with our noble Queen
Elizabeth by skewering me alive.

I thought, um, she was a patron of the
theater.

Aye, it is true. It is so.

But... It is also true that I have
written of her forebears in not the most

flattering of phrase.

She would not, I fear, shed many tears
at my passing.

There is also the matter of the Earl's
wife, an attractive and

lustful woman.

Bill, could we get our minds back as to
why we're both here?

Let's make a bargain. You write a
special scene just for me.

And I agree to keep you here safe from
the Earl's sword in my fantasy.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Thou be not unattractive thyself, dear
lady.

Well, thank you.

Now, um, about my scene?

Aye.

Where doth the hide lecture?

Shakespeare, what demons are thou in
league with to transport me hither?

Elizabeth shall be most interested to
hear of this after I run thee through.

In the name of decency, wench, get thee
some clothes on thy body.

Shakespeare, where art thou?

I shall get thee thou peacock.

about ready.

It's her.

It's actually you. Are you the driver?

Driver? No.

My name is Andy Durant. I have a card.

Here.

A Mr. Rourke wrote to me about you. He
said you were interested in helping me

with my career.

I expected someone more mature.

I really adore older men. They're so
experienced and knowledgeable.

Is something wrong?

Absolutely not.

It's just that you're even more
beautiful in person than in the

That must be Mr. Cregan's driver.

Miss Gentry, Mr. Cragen sent me to
collect you.

Just one moment, please.

You can't go with him.

Well, of course I can.

He's taking me to an interview with
Frederick Cragen, the famous sculptor.

Mr. Cragen wants me to pose for him.

Well, then I'm coming too.

Mr. Cragen expects to see Miss Gentry
alone.

Mr.

Mr. Durant is my new manager.

And he always accompanies me on my
interviews.

Yeah.

Haven't I seen you somewhere?

No, no. Don't think so. I don't get
around much. You know, not like I used

Shall we go?

Why did Mistress Angela dispatch me here
to view this?

For here it be.

It's a word processor.

Look. You punch those keys, and the
letter appears right on the screen.

And you're writing.

Watch.

Thou wouldst process words as thou dost
process cheese?

I cannot compose on this foul
monstrosity.

Aye, foul.

It is foul indeed.

Speaking whereof, hast thou any goose
-quill pens at hand, perchance?

Goose -quill?

Wait, I see what I can do.

Don't move, Bill.

Alas, always a deadline.

Are you with that Renaissance fair over
there?

Uh, mercifully, no.

Tell me, my dear, how could one so fair
and subtle as thou art are escorted in

this sensuous and tropical clime?

Bill, what do you think you're doing?
You're supposed to be writing my scene.

Yeah. Remember our bargain? Well, I do.

Uh, dear lady, dear, dear Angela.

Mm.

The truth be...

That of late, I have been beset by
troubles.

The truth is, I cannot write.

The words, they cometh not.

You mean you have writer's block?

Mm. Oh, no, this is it. Mr. Rock!

So real.

So lifelike.

Mr. Cregan is a true genius.

Maybe so.

He's got a strange taste in subject
matter, don't you think?

Andy, be more respectful. Do you know
what a job like this could do for my

career?

Mr.

Cregan.

even lovelier than I dared hope.

Welcome to Cragen Manor, Miss Gentry.

Oh, I'm very honored, Mr. Cragen. Your
work is exquisite.

Mr. Cragen, I'm Miss Gentry's manager.

I don't bother with bookkeepers. You
needn't have come.

I'm very generous to my models.

Let me give you a tour.

What do you think of it?

It's chilling.

It's terrifying, but beautiful.

That look of madness in her eyes.

It's almost pitiful.

You do understand.

So many people see only ugliness.

Jennifer!

I'm sorry, but I know that girl. It's
Jennifer Payton, a friend of mine.

She was one of my best models.

Although her beauty is nothing compared
to yours.

I think we've seen enough. And I think
it's time to tell you that the fee for

Miss Gentry's services is $10 ,000.

Pounds.

Small sum for such beauty.

But sadly, much too high for a poor
artist like myself.

I'm sure we can negotiate.

Absolutely not. Thank you very much. You
don't have to show, sir.

Have you changed your mind about her?

Of course not.

I merely want to be rid of that fool
with her.

Follow them discreetly.

Wait until he leaves her, then bring
this gentry back to me.

You're such a beautiful imitation.

How unfortunate I had to destroy the
original.

Tattoo. Tattoo.

Yes, Buck?

May I ask just what it is you're doing?

Bill wanted a goose quill pen to write,
so I thought I'd... I see. Well, may I

suggest you visit the Fantasy Island
gift shop?

I believe they carry goose quill pens as
curiosities.

Okay,

Buck.

Mr. Rourke?

Mr. Rourke.

You've got to do something.

Here, Mr. Shakespeare just told me he
has writer's block.

His whole fantasy is going up in flames.
Indeed? Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Markham.

I just wanted to prove I'm a good
actress.

That's all.

You know, I've spent 15 years making
other people believe it.

All I want to do is prove it to myself.

You know?

Oh, I know, but I can't interfere in
your fantasy. I'm sorry.

However... However?

However, I can tell you your fantasy
will be successful, Miss Markham,

you remember that Mr. Shakespeare is a
stranger in a strange land and that you

guard him against harm or accident at
all times.

You mean I have to babysit William
Shakespeare?

I'm afraid so.

All he thinks about is the member of the
fair sex closest to him at any given

moment. She maketh a point.

The point, tattoo, is that if anything
happens to Mr. William Shakespeare while

he's here on Fantasy Island, some of the
greatest poetry and plays of all time

may never be written. And you, Miss
Markham, may never get to act your

role.

Ah, my fair one. I would train
immortalize thee in some

tender sonnet.

which I shall write for thee.

Later, if you wouldst be of mind to
dally in some secluded bower.

So the dog is up to his old alley
tricks, is he?

Damnation, Norfolk!

How canst thee here?

Sorcery, as thou know'st full well.

But I have vowed to make thee pay for
thy trespasses, Blaggard, and so I

No longer shall thy obscene writings and
habits corrupt defenseless women such

as my wife.

My dear Norfolk, thou hast read my words
and yet seem uncorrupted. I am of

strong character and can resist thy evil
influences.

And if more report, I am of the male
gender.

What demonic

creature is this?

Have at thee!

Now!

Ha -ha!

Tis lame!

Now, tis thy turn.

What? Not yet dead?

Thou hast survived for the moment,
Blaggard, through the wizardry of these

-garmented sorcerers, but only for the
moment.

I shall seek thee out again.

Phil, are you all right?

Aye.

Thanks for thy timely intervention,
Master Rourke.

Perhaps I shall stay here on this
island.

Spin out all my days.

Mr. Shakespeare, you don't seem to
understand. When Miss Markham's fantasy

tonight, so will you stay on Fantasy
Island. You will return to your own

Oh, Master Rourke, I pray not.

With Norfolk's persuasions, the Queen
will see my head taken from me. She has

said as much.

I'm sorry, but I...

Ten

thousand pounds, are you out of your
mind?

I am starving to death and you'll lose
me a chance to work.

Pamela, that was just a ploy to get you
out of there. That guy Craig is a

weirdo. A weirdo? What's a weirdo?

Never mind.

The man is a genius.

He's a middle -aged creep.

He's elegant.

All I ever get from young men like you
are indecent propositions. Now, just,

just get out of here.

This is my fantasy. I'm not leaving.

Fine.

Mr. Durant, I am going to sit here and
read the evening paper.

If you are not out of here in two
minutes, I'm calling a constable.

Andy, look at this.

Jennifer Payton of Wendon Lane has been
missing for ten days. Please consider

foul play a definite possibility. This
is the girl we saw at Cragen's. That was

her last job she was so excited about.

What do you know about Cragen, anyway?

Well, nothing, really. I mean, he's not
an important artist yet, but definitely

a genius.

I'm just glad I got you out of there.

Andy.

Suddenly I'm frightened.

Look, there's nothing to be afraid of
now.

Mr. Durant?

Mr. Durant, are you all right?

Somebody hit me from the rear. Why?

Where did she go? She wouldn't leave
like that unless... Unless someone

her to go?

Yes.

Cragen, it had to be him or that ape
Otto. Did you see anything?

No, I'm afraid not. I dropped by merely
to see how your fantasy was progressing.

I saw only you unconscious on the floor
and this curious substance on the carpet

by the door.

Wax? Cragen sculpts statues out of this.
This must have stuck to his shoe.

He's kidnapped Pamela.

To be or not to be.

Whether it is nobler in the mind to
suffer

the slings and arrows of the Earl of
Watsis.

Or to take arms against a sea

of trouble and by opposing

end them.

Dad, that's good.

We'll write that down.

Bill?

Pray enter, dear lady.

May one offer thee a bit of ale, though
it be a mite thin?

No, thanks. I'll pass.

Ah, well, to the stiffener of one's
courage.

if nothing else.

Then do something courageous.

Dear madam, I am a lover, a poet and a
scribe and very little

of a warrior, alas.

Would you put that down?

If you don't care about the Earl Thord
carving you into London broil, I do.

And to what does one owe this sudden
concern, Mistress Angela?

Till now, all thou hast cared about has
been thine own bloody self.

You're right.

That's all I cared about.

Because I thought if I didn't, nobody
else would.

First I had to get where I wanted to be.

And then when I got there, I was
terrified that I wouldn't stay after

Can be very selfish and self -involved.
Well, I am somewhat of an actor myself,

dear lady.

I know of what thou speakest.

What, uh... What I'm trying to say is,
uh... Well... Well, my problem doesn't

seem that large anymore, uh, not
compared with yours.

After all, it was my fantasy that got
you into this mess, and, uh...

I'd like to help you if I could.

You're not to be.

Aye.

It is something that didst occur to me
on the spur of the moment.

You just thought of it?

Mayhaps I'll use it in a play I've had
in mind of late.

Hamlet, Prince of Norway.

Denmark?

Aye, that could work.

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.

Bill, don't you know what's happened?

You've started writing again.

Look, forget about that thing you're
going to write for me.

Perhaps, perhaps you could write
something to placate the Earl.

Something pious?

Something about the Queen.

Her inflator ego, you know, a butter up,
however you say it.

Oh,

talk about outrageous fortune.

Bill.

I offer you life everlasting and you
wish to leave?

Why, you spiteful little wretch.

I'm going to make you immortal.

That's very nice, Mr. Cregan, but I
really don't think I want to pose for

Pose?

Arco!

Lock her in. I must check the mixture.

The eve of my greatest creation has
begun.

Otto.

What did he mean, his greatest creation?

Why, you.

Of course.

Excusez -moi.

Little one.

Thou art with that poltroon Shakespeare
this afternoon. Thou shalt take me to

him forthwith.

Thou speak the English.

On the other

hand, Why don't you follow me?

Tattoo?

Tattoo, Shakespeare's writing again, but
he's absolutely blitzed and I can't

wake him up. Could you... Oh, no, not
the Earl.

Aye, the Earl. Now lead me to that
scribbler Shakespeare, or I'll cut thy

friend's heart out and serve it on a
plate to the dogs of the kennel.

Like do.

Prepare to die, thou drunken oaf.

My good lord.

Surely one of such noble birth shouldn't
have to resort to base violence to

settle a dispute.

No?

Why not?

Come on, you think 20th century logic
and a 16th century man.

In our time, men were violent and proud
of it. In your time, men were violent

and ashamed of it.

What are you doing, Buster?

Listen, this is my bungalow. You put
that thing down.

If you want violence, you're going to
have to settle for a video game.

Out of my way, wench. Not another move,
Novak.

Let this formidable weapon render thee
into carnival confetti.

All right.

about you. Just a little lump on the
head.

It's freezing in here.

Well, I found some wood and managed to
make a fire. I don't think this

has been used for centuries.

Yeah, well, Craig doesn't strike me as
the type who likes to curl up in front

a fire with a good book.

You know what you're right about, Mr.
Craig, and he is insane.

He says he wants to make me immortal.

Look, forget about him.

We'll be out of here soon.

It's strange, but I feel so safe with
you.

When I met you, when you first came to
the door of my flat, I was feeling like

such an awful failure.

I thought that nobody in the world cared
about me.

I care.

I have ever since I saw that first
picture of you.

Big is no artist.

He murders people and preserves their
bodies in wax.

Quite right, Mr. Durant.

But you're very wrong in saying that I'm
not an artist.

Because of my talents, you are both
going to live forever.

Otto.

Oh, I can protect Mr. Shakespeare while
he's here on Fantasy Island, Miss

Markham. But once he and the Earl return
to their own time, there's nothing I

can do.

Well, then we're going to have to
convince the Earl not to kill him.

But how?

Do I need to remind you that you are an
actress?

And what actress doesn't dream of doing
Shakespeare?

And of choosing her own role?

Think about it, Miss Markham.

Watch him. Watch him.

Watch him.

Let me like so.

Defend thyself.

Now, thou diest seducer, purveyor of
obscenity.

Good,

that which is obscene lies in thy heart,
Norfolk, not in my words.

Repent thy precious words, and mayhap I
shall let thee live.

Death cannot change that which is true
and just.

Now prepare to die,

Master Shakespeare.

Make way!

Thou forgotten how to show respect to
thy queen, Lord Norfolk?

Forgive me, my queen.

I simply have never been graced with thy
presence before, having seen thee but

from afar.

But tell me, my queen, how cam'st thou
hither to this strange land?

Pretend'st to watch me skewer this dog
Shakespeare?

No, my lord.

I come to command thee, spare him.

My queen, why?

Dost thou not know?

The quality of mercy is not strained.

It droppeth as a gentle rain from heaven
upon the place beneath.

It is twice blessed.

It blesseth him that gives and him that
takes.

Tis mightiest in the mightiest.

It becomes the throne of monarch better
than his.

For her crown.

Are thou truly mighty, Norfolk?

I forgive thee, sir.

My wife hath long vexed me thus.

No, my lord.

Thy wife's dalliance lies more in mind
than in the deed.

That should take care of him for a
couple hundred years or so, at least.

My heartiest thanks, Lady Angela. Thou
art truly a queen, in spirit, and

most queenly as an actor.

Did I really do well, Bill?

Oh, thou, what wondrous.

And thy words, so stirring, so flowing.

Wouldst thou mind if I did write them
down and add to them?

To use them in a play? Aye.

Would you? Oh, thank thee, I'll call it
The Peddler of Venice.

Merchant, Bill, merchant.

Merchant?

Aye, it has a certain ring to it. The
Merchant of Venice.

Ah, well, like as the waves make towards
the pebbled

shore, so do our minutes hasten to their
end.

I'll not forget thee, dearest Angela.

In my play, I shall call thee Portia.

This will be my greatest masterpiece.

You see how simple and brilliant my
technique is.

You will be strapped into the chair and
immersed into the boiling wax.

Your friend Jennifer was much more
cooperative than you.

But your original beauty will ensure my
masterpiece.

Otto, bring them here.

You two will have all eternity together.

Damn it!

I don't know whether to say thanks or
not, Mr. Roark. My fantasy turned out a

lot different than I expected.

For the first time in my life, I got
emotionally involved.

If it hadn't been for you, Mr. Durant,
Miss Pamela Gentry would not have lived

the long and happy life she did.

Goodbye, Mr. Roark. Goodbye, sir.

Tattoo.

And thanks.

Well, Miss Markham, you came here, as I
recall, to give a performance that

Shakespeare himself would have been
proud of, and you succeeded admirably.

Oh, I did more than that, Mr. Rourke.
For the first time in my life, I gave

without thought of getting something
back.

Indeed, I will make you a better actress
than you ever dreamed, Miss Markham. I

promise you.

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

Tattoo. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Well, boss, it looks like our revels
have now ended.

Indeed, Tattoo.

These are echoes, as I foretold you,
where all spirits are melted into air,

into thin air.

And like the pest -less fabric of this
vision, the clouds have died. Yes,

Tattoo, Tattoo.

All's well that ends well. Let's leave
it at that, shall we?