All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s03e16_rogues_to_riches_-_stark_terror

Good morning, boss. Good morning,
Tattoo.

Let's go.

Smile, everyone, smile.

He look very serious, boss.

Who is he?

Mr. Mark Hendricks, an attorney from
Chicago, Illinois.

His fantasy is to find a friend who
disappeared here on Fantasy Island.

We lost one of our guests?

Well, yes and no.

What do you mean by yes and no?

Where is this fan anyway?

In the 18th century.

18th century?

Mm -hmm, mm -hmm. And he will have to go
back to the 18th century to find him.

Miss Amy Marston.

She lives in Denver, Colorado, with her
father, a well -to -do businessman.

A tragic young lady.

What happened to her, boss?

Five years ago, she saw her mother die a
violent death.

They were alone in the beach house when
an intruder broke in.

That's terrible.

Indeed.

Miss Marsden was so terrified, she was
unable to even scream for help. Because

of that trauma, she has not been able to
speak a word since.

She has judged herself guilty, believing
that had she been able to scream, her

mother's life might have been saved.

That's bad.

What's her fantasy?

To relive that night.

To know the truth.

To determine once and for all whether
her judgment of herself is correct.

But, boss, what happens if she finds out
that she was right?

It's only one of the dangers of her
fantasy, Tattoo.

You see, the murderer has never been
apprehended.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Eye.

Miss Marston.

Miss Marston, I hope you realize that my
powers do not extend to bringing the

dead back to life.

This fantasy can only work because it is
a psychic experience in which your

mother is still alive in your mind.

But I cannot change or add or subtract
from what actually happened that night.

The man who entered your house that
night was never apprehended. Now, I must

know that you are aware of that.

If you want to, we can always go back.

Before you go to the summer cottage, I
suggest you stop at the lighthouse.

Your old friend Joshua is waiting for
you.

I hope all goes well with you.

Good luck.

But I don't know about this fantasy.

It sounds very dangerous.

It is, my friend. It is very dangerous
indeed.

Good to see you, too.

I've got some hot water on for tea.

Interested?

That's the way it is, Mr. Rourke.

Pete Gilbert is a client of mine and
also a very good friend.

But, in the interest of both of us, I
need to get his signature on some papers

that I have.

An entire fortune could depend upon it.

I understand your predicament, Mr.
Hendricks, but what you ask may be quite

difficult. All I ask is to find him.
After that, I can handle it, I assure

Your friend's fantasy was quite unusual.

Well, that's just like Pete. He's always
trying to find something new.

In this case, it was something...

Old.

He wanted to experience the adventure,
the excitement of 18th century England.

He wanted to be a swashbuckler.

Well, it figures.

Pete even took fencing lessons, if you
can imagine.

And guess who his favorite movie hero
was?

Who? Errol Flynn, of course.

But 18th century England?

Shades of Tom Jones?

Of course, you told him it was
impossible.

On Fantasy Island, everything is
possible.

You don't mean that... Yes, your friend,
Mr. Pete Gilbert, is at this moment in

18th century England.

And as he does not wish to return here,
the next move is up to you.

Well, I guess 18th century England is as
good a place as any to do business.

I was hoping you'd regained your voice
by now.

How's your father?

Brother?

You're going to your parents' summer
house, aren't you?

There's nothing there for you, girl.
It's all over and done with.

Go back to wherever you were and stay
there.

Amy, sometimes, a man living alone like

myself,

forgets how to talk proper, even though
he has a voice.

I hope you'll forgive me shouting at you
like that.

It's just... I worry about you like you
were my own.

Sometimes, it seemed like you were.

I remember when you were just a little
fish, running down here trying to...

tease me into letting you turn on the
big light or the foghorn.

I can remember you out

there in the sunshine building your sand
castles yelling for me to

come out and see.

Come out and see.

Amy, I'll fix dinner for us about 6 o
'clock, okay?

The date.

If you cross the bridge, the trail will
take you to your friend.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Have a pleasant trip.

This fantasy can only work because it is
a psychic experience in which your

mother is still alive in your mind.

Oh, there you are, Amy.

Go call your father and brother for
dinner. I'll finish dishing things up.

I could have used some help. Where were
you?

At the lighthouse.

I wish you wouldn't spend so much time
there.

Why?

It doesn't look right, that's all.

Mom, Josh was like... like a second
father to me.

Well, he isn't your father. He's a man
and you're a young woman now. And I

want you going there alone.

Mother. Oh, what's for dinner?

Potluck. Hey, Mom.

Looks good.

Well, the boat's all ready to go.

Right after dinner, Roger and I will
trailer it right on down to the marina.

tomorrow night for dinner, we can
promise you halibut, feedback, and maybe

yellowtail. Yeah.

I seem to remember the last time the two
of you went fishing.

It ended up being something you bought
at the market on the way home. Oh, yeah.

She's right, and you know it. But this
time, Amy, it'll be different. I promise

you.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Well, tonight it's pork chops and
scalloped potatoes for sure. Good.

Finally.

Mark. Yes, Mark.

You do remember your friend and attorney
whom you tried to run over with your

horse this afternoon.

That was you?

Yes, that was me.

Who was chasing you anyway?

A country squire whom I found lacking in
honesty in the game of chess.

And I found it only fair to relieve him
of his purse. But what are you doing

here? How did you get here?

Mr. Roark.

Oh. Oh.

Now, you listen to me, Pete. I've been
trying... Who's your friend, Peter?

Mark, I'd like you to meet Priscilla,
the softiest wench on this side of the

tunnel.

And I might add, the loveliest lady it's
ever been my good fortune to meet.

Go on with you. You'll not bet me down
the sweet words.

Well, then get my friend here a tank of
the beer while I think of a new

approach.

What are you doing here, Martin?

Well, I came here to find you.

Pete, you remember that land we invested
in six years ago?

Well, they want to build an airport
right over the top of it.

We've finally made it this time, Pete.

Did you hear what I said?

We're going to be rich.

Mark, I'm really not interested.

You've got to be kidding.

Look, Pete, I know.

You're sick.

Well, don't worry. I'll get you safely
back home.

We'll find the best doctor.

Mark, I am not sick.

I'm happy.

I like it.

You go ahead and take a look.

Well, I can't close this deal without
you, Pete.

You've got hundreds of things to sign
here.

Papers with a bang.

Please, please. The lady doesn't conduct
herself like a wench.

At least not in a public house.

Forgive me, my fair lady, but I had the
need of a tender tear to tide me over

until the main course.

Later. We'll see about that.

Would you believe that I love her?

I do.

Listen to me, Mark, and try to
understand.

I'm the kind of guy who never belonged
anywhere.

I think I was born in the wrong time.

I mean, out of step with the corporate
structure, never fit the pattern.

Pete, you're talking nonsense.

That's the truth.

I was kind of, I don't know, lost in
time until I met Mr. Rook, until I came

here. Now, all the things I want to do,
All the things I can do belong right

here, and I'm not bored.

You know what I'm trying to say, Mark?

For the first time in my life, I'm
alive.

I'm living.

Do you mean to say that you couldn't
learn to live with two million dollars?

Oh, let's not talk about that anymore.

You're here now, so why not try it my
way?

At least for tonight.

Well, that's easy for you to say.

Mark, you can't get back until Mr.
Rourke arranges it.

You're stuck here anyway.

I mean... Loosen up. Relax.

Have a ball.

I see it's not taking you too long to
pick up on our custom.

Do you mean all the women here eat like
that?

Well, it all depends on their mood.

Well, what would you say her mood is?

Think about it.

You remember how old you were when I
taught you that dance?

You were nine.

All arms and legs and braces on your
teeth.

Look at you now.

I had a chance to tell you how sorry I
was about your mother.

You look at this.

I look ridiculous.

Now, don't worry about it. You look
great. Now, just relax.

You use my room tonight. I've got other
plans.

So I gather.

I'll see you in the morning.

I was watching to see which room was
yours.

Well, actually, it's my friend's room.
The moment I saw you, I knew.

I was hoping that we'd be introduced.
Kiss me.

Oh, I knew that beneath that rough
heaven's clothing was a real man.

A gentleman in disguise.

I can explain. You see, about the
clothes... No need, my brawny pet.

My lord.

I'm undone. I can do you.

Oh, I don't mean that, you ninny. He'll
kill me and you too.

And now, you swine,

you shall taste the cold steel of my
sword.

Step aside, sir.

I have no quarrel with you.

If you mean harm to my friend, sir, then
your quarrel is with me.

As you wish.

Help! Help! Hurry!

Now, will you please hold still? It
seems you're only pinned together.

You're telling me.

Is that a little tight through the bust?

Well, we can fix that.

How do I look?

Like a young lady.

Beautiful.

My beautiful daughter.

Thanks, Mom.

Just great.

Now, see what we can do about this now?

Mwah!

Loosen up, you said.

Have a ball.

Well, someone's got it.

Man it and measure your necks, lads.

I understand the judge is going to give
you a choice.

The act's still hanging.

Now, listen, you.

We demand due process.

A fair trial.

Mr. Rourke.

How are you, Mr. Gilbert?

Hey, enough of these niceties. Get us
out of here.

Oh, I'm afraid that is not possible at
this moment, Mr. Hendricks.

But they're going to kill us. Please,
take us back to Fantasy Island.

Well, unfortunately, the forces that
effect the transfer to that time zone

at a very low ebb right now.

Very low ebb.

No, I came only to tell you that you
must extricate yourself from this

How?

You are a lawyer, are you not?

Well, yes.

Well, what chance would an 18th century
judge have against the brilliance of

your 20th century mind, Mr. Hendricks?

But I haven't had a... Well, yes, of
course, you're... You're right about my

mind.

Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.

Goodbye, Mr. Rourke.

Goodbye, Mr. Gilbert.

Mwah!

Yeah.

Are you all right, Ms. Marsden?

Are you all right?

Please answer me. You can do it.

He was going to hurt Josh.

No, no.

I was afraid for Amy.

I struck him.

He never meant to harm anyone.

I know.

You saw how your mother died.

She ran.

Yes.

She fell. She fell.

She fell.

The guilt was never yours, Miss Parsons.

Yes, Mr. Templer, an accident.

Not murdered, as you had thought.

Amy.

Amy, he... My illegitimate son.

He was born defective.

His mother rejected him. I couldn't
blame her, but... He was mine.

I took care of him because...

Because

I loved him.

Mr. Templar kept him here all these
years.

Well, at first I tried to get help.

Placed him in an institution, but he
only escaped and came back home.

Then after your mother died, I kept him
under lock and key. I was always afraid

after that.

Mark.

That word, I... I heard it that night.

What does it mean?

That's just it.

It's a word from Mother.

fence when I don't even know what the
charges are.

So, we meet again.

Now look, sir, I can explain everything
that happened. Explain to the

executioner. Take them away.

Who is he, anyway?

His worship, the judge.

Oh, no.

You mean he's the one that's going to
preside over our trial?

What trial? Just gave you one back
there.

Glad to see you.

What's the plan?

Who's wrong? What are you talking about?

We are done for.

Get ready.

Ready for what?

Ready to return to Fantasy Island, Mr.
Hendricks?

Sure.

Come on, Pete. Let's go.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mark,
but Priscilla and I have decided to get

married and stay right here in the 18th
century.

Now, please understand, Mark.

I can handle it here.

I belong here.

Well,

Mark's briefcase is still back in jail.
Perhaps this might be of some help.

Power of attorney?

Sign my name to anything you want.

Goodbye, Mark.

Goodbye.

Scylla?

I hope you find what you're looking for.

I already have.

Good luck.

Farewell, my darling Peyton.

I'm not exactly sure what's happened
here, Mr. Rourke, but I know I'm very

happy.

So are we, Miss Malcolm.

Thank you.

What's going to happen to Joshua and...
Joshua will stay on at the lighthouse.

His son has already been taken to an
institution where he will be properly

for.

I'm glad.

You've got a beautiful voice.

Thank you, Cassius.

Goodbye. Bye.

Ah, Mr. Rourke.

I want to thank you. You've done a great
deal for me.

Someday I'd like to come back and visit
Pete.

You'll be more than welcome, Mr.
Hendricks.

Thank you.

Look, boarding that plane, that's
Margaret.

But I thought she was back in the 18th
century. I don't understand.

She had a fantasy, too.

Margaret, her last name's Stovall,
wanted to be married to a powerful

official in the 18th century.

Well, do you think she'd settle for a
20th century attorney at law who hopes

become a judge someday?

Why not ask the lady herself?

I'll do just that.

Margaret?