All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s03e10_the_pug_-_class_of_69

Good morning, ma 'am. Good morning, the
two.

Smile, everyone.

Smile.

Joey Lee and his son, Mitch.

Is he here for the big fight?

He looks like a boxer.

He does indeed, Tattoo. Mr. Lee was once
an up -and -coming boxer who many

thought would be the world heavyweight
champion.

But an injury ended his dreams. And he
now works on the waterfront as a

stevedore. Though he still takes
occasional club fights.

In fact, while here on Fantasy Island,
he'll be acting as a sparring partner

Mr. Jackson Malone.

A sparring partner for a world champion?

Boss, I bet I know what his fantasy is.

What? Is to stay alive for a weekend.

Mr. Lee doesn't have a fantasy tattoo.

But unbeknownst to him, his son does.

Young Mitch wants to see his father
fight for and win the world

His parent -partner win the
championship?

Boss, I think this time you blew it.

Miss Brenda Richards owns a very
successful catering business in San

California. She looks like she's been
getting some of the profit.

Miss Richards does like to eat, that is
true. What she doesn't like are the

results, or so she says.

And her fantasy is to be thin and
beautiful.

Yes, Miss Richards wishes to be thin and
beautiful because her graduation class

is holding its 10th annual reunion here
on Fantasy Island. But there is one man

in particular Miss Richards wishes to
impress.

His name is Mr. Lance Reynolds.

And she's in love with him?

Quite the contrary, my friend.

Ten years ago, Mr. Reynolds publicly
humiliated Miss Richards at the senior

prom.

And now the young lady wants something
in return.

Sweet, sweet revenge.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

You got real class. You know that, Mr.
Rourke?

The plane ride, the drinks, the whole
enchilada.

I mean, even if for some reason you
couldn't fulfill my fantasy.

Oh, I'm happy enough just being here. I
am very pleased, Miss Richards.

Now, if you'll allow me.

Your new wardrobe.

Really? All this for me?

Yes.

I've heard you're good, Mr. Rourke, but
making my bod fit into this little

number is going to be some kind of
challenge.

We are quite prepared for the challenge,
as you call it, Miss Richards.

Quite prepared indeed.

Tattoo?

Miss Richards?

Thank you.

Here you are, Miss Richards.

What's this?

A very rare potion which will enable you
to fulfill at least part of your

fantasy.

Thank you, Tattoo.

You better drink all of it now so you
don't get any side effects.

Side effects?

What kind?

The less questions, the better, Miss
Richards.

However, I suggest you sit down first.

This is kind of like the Incredible Hulk
in reverse.

Weight watchers of the world, eat your
hearts out.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes, but I gotta tell you, I did have my
doubts.

Miss Richards, I suggest you hurry and
change your clothes. The luau, starting

the celebration of your class reunion,
starts in about an hour.

A luau. All right.

Oh, one last thing. The effects of the
potion

will wear off imprecisely.

48 hours.

Well, that'll give me plenty of time.

Are you still intent on gaining revenge,
Miss Richards?

Yes, I am, Mr. Rourke.

Maybe it isn't very admirable, but I
can't forget what Lance Reynolds did to

at that prom.

I was just a fat, dumb kid.

So impressed with him and...

So anxious to win his approval, I'd have
done anything to please him.

He took advantage of me, Mr. Rourke.

Half undressed me in the high school
gym.

Then he turned on all the lights.

And there stood my classmates, all
laughing at me.

It was vicious.

Degrading.

Miss Richards, Mr.

Lance Reynolds will be at the luau this
afternoon.

Will you excuse us, Tattoo?

How do you do, sports fans? This is
Scott Ames speaking to you by satellite

the fabulous Fantasy Island, the site of
the upcoming World Heavyweight Boxing

Championship. between Jackson Malone,
the champion of the world, and Wally

Raystone, the challenger.

Now, we've been given permission to
televise part of Malone's workout today,

if the sparring partner looks familiar
to you, it's Joey Lee, once and not too

long ago, a very popular contender in
his own right.

Meantime, the champion looks in fine
physical condition. Let's watch him for

while. Oh, incidentally, Charlie Darcy,
the champ's manager, is very angry that

Wally Ray Stone hasn't yet set foot here
on Fantasy Island.

Oh, there's a nice right to the body and
left to the body. Right to the... Oh!

Oh, the phone! Oh, the phone, folks! The
champion is down. Malone is down.

Now, I don't know whether he slipped or
whether Joey Lee got in one of those

well -remembered combinations of his.

Champ?

Look, I'm sorry.

I guess I got carried away.

Yeah.

Just so they'll get punched.

Yeah, sure.

Don't let it happen again.

All right, I'm going for now, champ.

Hold it, will you? Hold it!

Hold it, will you?

Let's hit the showers. That wraps us up
here. Charlie Darcy, the champ's

manager, has just called a halt to the
affair today.

We will wrap it up here at Fantasy
Island. Great going, Dad.

You really showed him how.

Joey.

Don't make a mistake like that ever
again if you want to keep your job.

It's important you remember who the
champ is around here.

Sorry, Mr. Darcy.

That is the greatest looking chick I've
seen since we've been here.

Well, you're not going to believe it,
Lance, but that's Brenda Richards.

Brenda Richards?

Brenda Richards?

El Fatso?

Good Lord.

You know something? I never thought in
my life I wouldn't hit on that hippo.

But I'm going to now.

She wasn't even worth a mercy trip
before.

I wonder how she did it.

Who cares?

She's my style.

Lance, are you forgetting what you did
to her at the prom?

Man, that was a long time ago, and you
left, too.

Yeah, but I wasn't as hard on her as you
were.

She probably forgot all about it.

Brenda, baby.

Huh?

Yeah? Hey, it's me, Lance.

Lance?

Lance.

Lance Reynolds.

Hey, don't I rate a kiss, a handshake,
or something?

Careful, or you'll spill my food.

Man, you must have some metabolism.

If I eat half that much, balloon city.

Oh, well, I was just getting this for a
friend.

Me, I eat like a bird.

Yeah, well, you got the body to prove
it, too. Say, forget your friend. Now,

me buy you a drink.

Thanks.

But no thanks.

At least not for now.

See you.

Well, did she remember you?

Yeah.

This time I'm not going to turn up the
lights.

You know what I mean?

Thank you for coming, gentlemen.

I have here in my hand a cablegram
stating that...

Mr. Wally Ray Stone has withdrawn from
the fight.

Withdrawn? What are you talking about?

An old ring injury has apparently flared
up.

Sounds like a shortage of guts to me.

So what do we do now, huh? Cancel?

Are you nuts?

What's that supposed to mean?

You and your free spending. You've
already blown most of the million dollar

guarantee the network put up.

We're scheduled for this fight around
the world in less than two days. We

cancel, period.

Oh, that's fine.

And who are you going to get to fight,
period?

I don't want to seem presumptuous,
gentlemen, but perhaps you could find a

substitute. Like who?

Well, I... Perhaps Mr. Malone's sparring
partner.

What, Joey Lee?

That'd never work.

But I am told that Mr.

Lee was once ranked number six. And I am
also told that he knocked you down, Mr.

Malone, during today's sparring session.

Is this true?

Lucky punch.

Besides, it's been a long time since Joy
was a contender.

Well, then, gentlemen, I suppose you
will have to cancel the fight and eat

losses.

Wait, wait. Listen.

You know...

Joy was pretty popular when he was in
his prime. Number six, as you said.

And I still feel that the fight fans of
this world will remember him.

What do you think, Mr. Ames? Would the
network approve Joy Lee as a substitute?

With your skill and resources, I would
imagine you could publicize him into a

creditable contender, don't you think?

Well, let's get on the horn to New York
and find out.

By all means.

Oh, and...

If I may suggest, tell them you have all
the possibilities of another Rocky

here.

A down and outer rising to the ultimate
heights.

That's a great idea, Mr. Rourke. And you
know, it just might work.

Yeah, you know.

Bernie? Bernie Drexel.

Drexel.

Frank Thomas.

We took social studies together. Right.
Frank, Frank, how are you? Oh, what you

been up to, Bernie baby?

Huh? Married?

Uh, no.

Never found the right one, huh?

Well, don't you worry. Let me tell you,
there's plenty of action around here.

Speaking of which,

have you seen your old pal Brenda
Richards?

Oh, uh, no. I was kind of hoping she'd
be here.

Take a look for yourself.

Isn't she something?

I got everybody in this group buzzing,
let me tell you.

Hey, what are you waiting for? Go do it.

Everybody else is trying to hit on her.

Oh, no, I don't think Brenda would be
interested in me.

Are you kidding?

I saw the way you guys were in high
school.

Well, we were just friends then.

Ah, well, time to renew old friendships.

Because here she comes.

Bernie. Brenda.

Yeah?

It's really good to see you. Well, it's
really good to see you. Gosh.

What are you doing up?

Say, I hear you're in the catering
business.

Yep.

Keeps me close to the eats.

Well, I don't know how you do it. You're
just skinny as a rail.

I fast a lot.

What have you been doing to make a buck
these days?

Stockbroker. Oh.

Yeah, futures mainly.

Brenda?

Oh, Bernie, let's get out of here.

So many people.

Oh, uh, okie doke.

A great -grandfather figured. You know,
the type

who amassed three fortunes by the time
he was 25. But lost each overnight.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What's up?

When you hit Mr. Malone today...

You know, it's a combination.

Is it just a lucky punch?

No, no. You know, it was kind of, I
guess, half and half. That was all. What

you mean, half and half?

Mitch, why don't you go swimming, okay?

I'd rather talk.

I know you'd rather talk.

But listen, pal, if I'm going to get off
the docks, I got to study, okay?

Hi, Mitch.

Joey. Oh, hi. We'd like to talk to you.

Yeah, sure.

What's up? Your bank account, Joey.

if you agree to fight my man for the
championship.

Oh, come on. You're kidding. What do you
mean?

You heard me.

Wally Ray Stone pulled out.

Wait a minute.

You want my dad to fight for the
championship of the world?

That's right, kid.

No, no deal. I mean, I'm not ready for
that kind of a fight. Dad, what are you

talking about?

I'm talking about your old man being a
bit past his prime.

Dad, this is our chance.

The fight we've always wanted.

You can't just turn it down.

You just can't.

The kid's right, Joey.

Please, Dad.

Please.

You really want this?

Okay. All right, I'll fight him.

Good. That's more like it.

We'll meet later, work out the details.

Yeah, okay.

Take care, Joey. Bye, Mitch. Thanks.

Now you don't have to study anymore.

You're going to be champion of the whole
wide world.

Okay.

That's good.

Joey.

Huh? Joey, can I see you a minute?

Thanks.

Yeah. What's up?

Look, I just thought I'd let you know
how things stand.

Now, look, as you know, this fight is a
big media event.

The network's planning a crash program
to build you up.

They'll be working around the clock
trying to get angles on you and your

personal life.

And speaking of angles, I got one of my
own.

Like what?

Like how we're going to divide up the
purse.

Come on, Darcy. I mean, it's your
package. You tell me how we divide it.

Look, you know Malone is kind of lazy
and he could be in better shape.

Look, after all, we're just putting on a
show here, so...

So on the third round,

you hit the canvas and you stay there.

Okay?

Why don't you give me a typewritten
script so I don't blow it?

Joey, you do what I say and you'll
collect $50 ,000.

You don't do what I say and you'll wind
up with $5 ,000, sparring partner wages.

Now, how about it?

What difference does it make?

All right, we got a deal?

In other words, we got a deal, right?

Yeah, I take a dive in the third.

Excuse me, I'm going to go wash this
scum off.

Nothing more than feeling Trying to

forget my Feelings of love Well,

mind if I cut in?

Uh, Brando?

Uh, I guess it's all right.

As long as you don't mind.

Heck no, yeah. Not at all.

Trying to forget my feelings of

love. You smell nice.

So do you.

You know, I think you're in better shape
than you were when we were in high

school.

You know, Brenda, you're a real turn on.

When I saw you today, I knew I had to
have you.

Me too.

Oh, I've always admired you, Lance.

Football hero, senior class president.

This may sound corny, but the truth is,
you were my idol.

And you never even noticed me, chubby
little Brenda.

Sure I did.

How could I miss you then?

But what a change, huh?

All I ever thought about was you.

And then came the day you asked me to
the prom.

I was so thrilled.

All those pretty girls you could have
asked, only you chose me.

On top of the world, that's where I was.

You could have had me then if you'd
wanted.

But... I guess I should have known
something was up when you showed up at

house drunk.

Brenda, I... Tell me.

Do I look like an oversized mackerel
now?

Believe me, Brenda, I'm really sorry.

I do believe you, Len.

What's more, I'm right back where I was
ten years ago.

Yeah, where's that?

Can't you guess?

I've still got a thing for you, Len.

Well, then what are we waiting for,
baby? Let's get it on.

In a minute.

I have to explain things to Bernie.

After all, he did bring me.

Get everybody and we'll meet in my
bungalow in an hour.

Hey, what's wrong?

Let's just say I hate to waste time.

Oh, boy, a woman after my own heart.

Why don't you go into the bedroom and
slip into something more comfortable?

I thought the girl was supposed to do
that.

In the bottom drawer of the dresser,
there's a pair of men's pajamas.

Black silk.

Nothing turns me on more than a man in
black silk pajamas.

Wait, you carry them with you on trips?

Never hurts to be prepared.

Besides, they send me crawling up the
wall.

I just hope you won't have to peel me
off the ceiling.

This is going to be a reunion into all
reunions.

How are you doing?

Just great. Just great.

Oh, boy, you really don't waste time, do
you?

I've already wasted ten years where you
and I are concerned.

For the longest time, I didn't know if I
could forgive you, Lance.

But after one look at you today,
something happened.

I can only describe it as animal
magnetism.

You've got that magnetism, Lance.

More than any other man I've ever met.

Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself,
Brenda.

You know, it's really hard for me to
believe that you're the same chick.

So when are you going to come in here
and visit me?

I'm not.

You have to come and get me.

Being chased, that's what turns you on?

That's it.

Well, ready or not, here I come.

No, not yet.

There's one more thing I really get off
on.

What? What's that?

Bald -headed men.

Oh, if only you were a skinhead like Yul
Brynner.

Talk about a woman going wild.

Well, I'm bald. I'm a bald guy. Look.
Check it out, baby. Look.

Surprise!

Surprise! Look at old Lance.

Hey, Lance. Hey, old boy.

All right.

I know. I look like a little brother.

Believe it?

Bernie,

what are you doing out here? I've been
looking all over for you.

What is it? What's wrong?

Well, it's what you did to Lance, that's
what.

Oh, I see.

And you don't think it was very nice of
me, is that it?

Look, Lance is... He's a turkey.

But he's... Well, he's still a human
being, Brenda.

I don't believe this. You're defending
him.

What about what he did to me at the
senior prom? You said yourself...

all you accomplished tonight was to
lower yourself to his level. Don't you

that?

Lance hurt me.

He really hurt me. I just wanted to pay
him back.

So you conned him.

And you let him on with good looks and
everything.

Even used me to help pull it off.

Well, I don't know, Brenda, but to me
that's just, that's being a phony.

And a phony is something I thought you
could never be.

I'm sorry things turned out like this.

Something to eat.

Bernie!

I say we do it.

I know you can beat Joey with one hand
right behind your back, but I'm not

taking any chances on blowing the
championship. I can take him. You don't

to pay Joey to go in the tank.

I say we do.

Joey takes the dive in the third round.

He gave me his word on it.

You liar.

It's not true.

Hey, wait a minute. What's the matter?
What's the matter with this kid?

Hey.

Hey.

What's going on?

He says we're going to take a dive in
the third round.

Explain the facts of life to him, Darcy.

It's not true, Dad.

It's not true.

Look, tell him anything but shut him up,
will you? Or we're all in hot water.

Dad, it's not true. Say it.

Dad, please say it.

Mitch, I...

It just came out of left field.

Fifty thousand bucks.

You don't have any idea what kind of
money that is.

I mean, I could work those docks until I
drop and I'd never be able to save that

kind of money.

And I was thinking that... Hey.

I was thinking... We'd buy the boat.

Huh? And we go right down to Florida.

Just like we always wanted to.

You finally get your second chance, and
you quit in the third round.

Look, I'd give anything if I could beat
Malone, but I can't.

I'm over the hill, Mitch.

Don't you understand that?

Your old man can't cut it anymore.

If I'd have known you were going to take
a dive, I wouldn't have even saved up

for my fantasy.

What do you mean, what fantasy?

To have you win the championship?

What do you mean? You set this thing up?

No, that's impossible.

Mr. Rourke can do anything. It is so
possible.

I tell you, you knocked down Jackson
Malone at the sparring practice.

But why?

Why is it so important for me to fight
for the championship?

I thought it was because I love you.

Now I'm not so sure anymore.

Mitch!

Hi, Mr. Roth.

It's almost three o 'clock, Miss
Richards.

The witching hour.

When I turn back into an oversized
mackerel.

Is everything all right?

Not really.

But there's nothing you can do about it.

I'll be along in just a minute.

I know.

Not a second past three.

Bye.

Hello? Hi.

Thought you'd be gone by now.

Oh, well, I decided to take an afternoon
plane.

Can I come in?

Just for a minute.

Okay.

What's with your clothes?

It's a long story.

Say, I heard about what you did last
night after I left the dance.

Making a public apology to Lance and
resigning as alumni queen.

Took guts.

Revenge isn't sweet, Bernie.

It stinks.

Well, I know I was rough on you. Oh,
Bernie, please.

Everything you said was true.

No.

No, I called you a phony, Brenda, and
that's not true.

Tell you something else, too.

To me, you're still the most beautiful
girl in the world.

No, I'm not.

I'm not beautiful at all.

Bernie, this body you see here, it isn't
mine.

Mr. Rourke just loaned it to me.

That's right. What you see here is my
fantasy.

I just wanted to be thin and beautiful
so I could zap poor Lance.

But no matter how it seemed last night,
I really did want to go to the dance

with you.

Ernie, you can't see me. Get out of
here.

No, no. No, I'm staying. It took me too
long to get the courage to come here,

and I'm going to stay here.

Quick, quick, quick, quick.

Why do you think you're most beautiful
girl now?

I think she's fantastic.

Brenda, wait a minute.

Just... Just listen to me.

You want to talk about phonies?

I'm no stockbroker.

I'm an English teacher.

I was just pretending to be something I
wasn't because of the way you looked on

the outside.

I've always loved you, Brenda.

Pat. Ben doesn't make any difference to
me.

You really mean that?

Here.

I'm going to give this to you.

Oh, Bernie, a book of poetry.

I added an inscription.

May we live every verse and rhyme
together now and throughout time.

Thank you.

Well, here we go, sports fans. This
could be the Donnybrook of the decade.

To the center of the ring, and here's
Jimmy Lennon. Ladies and gentlemen,

Fantasy Island presents 15 rounds of
boxing for the heavyweight championship

of the world.

Opie, have you seen Mitch yet?

No, Joey, I haven't. You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Okay.

Okay.

At 194 pounds, the challenge is...

Connors with a right to the body. A left
to the head by the champion. A left to

the body.

Mitch?

Hi, Mr. Rourke.

Why aren't you at the fight?

I don't want to see it.

Why not?

It isn't going to turn out right.

But you wanted your father to win the
championship, and it's happening this

moment.

Mr. Rourke, the fight's fixed.

I believe your father loves you more
than anything.

And I also believe that you can stop him
from throwing the fight.

How? By being there.

Joey Lee could never throw a fight with
you there looking on.

He's too decent and honorable a man.

Do you really mean that, Mr. Orton?

Oh, I really mean it, Mitch.

I have a car waiting. We could be there
within minutes.

Then let's go.

Malone fires another shot to the head.
Another, another, another. Four in a row

to the head.

Lee comes back with one to the body.
However, the champion is really setting

up. He's toying with him.

A left that missed by Lee to the body.
The champion comes back with two more

lefts to the head. Another left to the
head. The right above is in the corner.

Lee tries to get in some body shots.
Next round. You go.

Stay down.

Park lefts the fight to the stomach.
Ford coming back in again.

And there's the bell ending round two.
We'll be right back after this word from

our sponsor.

Hi, Dad.

Mr. Rourke, why'd you bring my kid down
to see this?

See what?

Exactly what will your son be seeing?

We're back at Fantasy Island, fight
fans, just awaiting the bell for, there

is, for round three in this great fight.

Both fighters come out to the center of
the ring now.

And Joey Lee has started it right off
the bat. He's got lefts and rights to

champion. He's got him in the corner
right above us. Hard lefts and rights.

Lee is a different fighter this round.

He's all over that champion.

Joey Lee is really bringing the fight to
Malone. He's got him on the ropes. And

there's a hard left and a right
combination fight. Hey, come here. What

trying to do?

You're supposed to go down here.

And now they break.

They come back to the left by Joey Lee.
A right. There's Lee again. A left and a

right. He's got him back in the corner
and the champion.

crossing us.

Cream him. Wave him out. Give him the
beating of his life. Take him apart.

I do this to you, Joey.

What a topsy -turvy.

He's coming back out there, but there is
Lee.

But the champion starts right in on him,
just like the last round. A left to the

head, another left to the head, a right
to the body.

I wanted to see your father fight the
champion.

I don't want that anymore.

All right, Mitch.

Your fantasy is canceled.

You're out.

And that's all she wrote.

This crowd is going absolutely wild.

Jimmy Lennon stepping into the ring.

Winning would have meant more fights,
and I don't want to ever see you

again.

Network is also pleased with the
impression you made during those pre

interviews. They want to sign you to
work with Mr. Ames here, providing

background and color for future fights.

Yeah, it's going to be a sports
announcer on TV.

If it pleases him.

Sure.

But you've got to be kidding.

No, the contract's already been drawn
up. My agent's negotiating it for you.

believe me, he's going to get you some
very good numbers.

what to say.

Why don't you say goodbye? Oh, you
missed the plan.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Come on, Dad.

Thank you, Mr. Ford. Yes, Mitch.

Mr. O 'Rourke, thank you for everything.
Good luck. Bye -bye. Thanks. O 'Rourke,

here's to today. Bye -bye. Bye.

Thank you both so very much.

I think I learned more about myself
these past two days than I did my whole

life. Well, that does sound exciting.

Would you share some of your discoveries
with us?

Well, I discovered I really like me,
just the way I am.

What's more, I found out I can be me.

Still be loved.

May I ask what your plans are now?

Well, first of all, we're going to take
a tour of Europe.

A gourmet tour.

It's being sponsored by a group called
Fat is Fantastic.

By the end of it, we're going to be the
two most fantastic people going.

Thank you.

Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

Well,

Tattoo, it just goes to show that beauty
is in the eye of the beholder.

What does that mean?

It means that to me, you are six feet
two inches tall.