All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s04e11_elizabeth_s_baby_-_the_artist_and_the_lady

Good morning, boss. Good morning,
Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Well, this young man looks like he's
ready to have a good time.

As he is indeed, Tattoo.

That is Mr. Kermit Dobbs, a bachelor and
high school art teacher from Stafford,

Kansas. What's his fantasy?

To pass the weekend with no killer on?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. In fact, he's a
very dedicated teacher, but by his own

admission, a very mediocre artist.

His fantasy is to possess for 48 hours a
real talent so he may paint one

memorable canvas.

Can we do that, Bob?

With some difficulty, yes. Such talent
is difficult to find even here on

Island. How did we find it?

We, uh...

borrowed it, my friend, from the only
available source at this time. A certain

Mr. Patrick O 'Herlihy, who is as noted
for his amorous vices as for his

paintings.

Uh -oh.

Mrs. Elizabeth Blake from Elmhurst,
Illinois.

But does her fantasy include a baby?

She looks like she's going to have a
baby very soon.

Very soon indeed, Tattoo.

Mrs. Blake is over eight months
pregnant.

What's her fantasy?

The most wonderful and unusual one.

Her fantasy is to look into the future.

To see the child she will otherwise
never see.

Mrs. Blake is very ill.

And she knows she will not survive the
birth of her baby.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke.

Your host, welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr. Roy, come in. Thank you.

You look lovely, Miss Flake.

Are you ready to begin your fantasy?

Yes, but I must admit, to look into the
future, to see a time after my own

death, it's frightening as well as
exciting.

I hope I can deal with it. I'm sure you
can.

The essential thing is to remember you
are an observer.

No one... will be able to see you or
hear you.

I understand.

Very well, then. Will you come this way?

That is your window into the future.

Look at it.

Concentrate, Mrs. Blake.

That's my house.

And that's Stephen, my husband.

Okay, daddy's got you. Now you keep
heading and look straight ahead.

And remember, you're five years old
today.

And a big girl like you will do just
fine.

Hey, daddy.

A girl.

I had a beautiful little girl.

Yes.

She's very beautiful.

Your husband named her Lisa. After you.

Okay, pedal now.

Pedal.

That's it. Good.

And I love you.

They're happy, aren't they?

I knew Stephen would be a wonderful
father.

I am glad you're pleased.

This is the first of three journeys you
will be making into the future.

Thank you.

The collection of paintings must be
priceless, Mr. Rock.

Van Gogh.

Monet.

Renoir.

Part of the result of a lifetime of
collecting, Mr. Donaldson.

Hmm.

What have we here?

One of my favorites, Mr. Dobbs.

Satu painted that one.

No kidding. Yes.

If I could paint that well, I wouldn't
have had to save up for this fantasy.

Well, it's nothing.

I'm just dashing off.

Yeah, well, take it from a real hack.

Your dash shows a lot of class.

You really don't know what this fantasy
means to me, Mr. Rock.

A guy who's been hiding his paintings in
closets his whole life.

After this weekend, I'll go back to what
I really am.

A lousy artist.

But satisfied and content.

Fine, Mr. Dobbs. But I should remind you
that satisfaction and contentment are

qualities that arise from within one's
own character.

All I can provide for you is
opportunity.

And you will have to provide your own
dash.

Yes.

Well, I'm ready.

What are we waiting for?

Please have a seat. Such creative
talent, at your request,

is an extremely scarce commodity.

It is so rare, in fact, that it must be
borrowed from a person naturally

gifted with such genius.

This brush belongs to an artist with all
sort of talents.

Right, boss?

All kinds.

Yes.

Please take the brush, Mr. Doves.

Thank you.

Grip the brush.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Very tightly, Mr. Doves.

Tattoo will see that you are supplied
with paints and other necessities.

You now have only to go forth and
transform your genius into a work of

I'm an artist?

Oh, yes.

I am raring to go. Come on, Tattoo.

Are you ready for your second look into
the future, Mrs. Blake?

Oh, yes, Mr. Rourke.

Mr. Blake has moved into a new house.

Seven years have passed since we saw
Lisa ride a new bicycle.

She's now 12 years old, and there have
been some changes.

Of course.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, there are my boys.

There's Steve.

Steve!

Who is she, Mr. Rourke?

Stephen remarried six years ago.

Her name is Helen.

The twins are their children.

I guess I'm a bit jealous.

But I'm glad, too.

They're beautiful children.

Okay, boys, say goodbye to everybody.
It's nap time for you.

You want to kiss Mama?

Yes.

Okay, boys, please say goodbye to
everybody, okay?

Bye, everybody.

Sleep well, boys. They're so well
-behaved.

At least I should be so easy to deal
with.

What did she mean by that?

Where is Lisa?

We will find her.

It seems so strange to actually be here,
and yet no one notices.

We're out of a different time frame.

Parts of the past are invisible in their
presence.

Why is she crying?

Have you forgotten how painful other
lessons can be?

How even a minor problem can become a
major tragedy?

Oh, Mr. Rourke, she's grown so
beautiful.

Lisa, what's wrong?

Come on, dear, come out and join the
party. People are wondering about you.

I don't care.

They're not my friends anyway.

Of course they are. They miss you.

The twins miss you, too.

No, they don't.

They have you and Daddy.

They don't care about me.

Nobody cares.

I'm your mother.

I care about you.

My mother's dead.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Don't you think you're being a bit
unfair?

Apologize to your mother.

Sorry, Daddy.

isn't my mother.

I wish my real mother could have lived.

Lisa, wait. Mrs. Blake, you must not try
to interfere.

You will break the spell.

She needs me, and I can't help her.

Now what do you say to that?

Voila!

That birthmark. It's you!

Maybelle?

Who painted this?

I'm the artist, sir.

What is your opinion?

Deborah.

Deborah.

I am sorry that your impulsive gesture
caused the second window to close

prematurely. I'm sorry, too.

But Lisa seems so lonely and unhappy.

I have to know what happened to her, Mr.
Rourke. There's still the third window,

Mrs. Blake.

But I remind you...

It's your last chance to see your child.

Don't worry.

I won't do anything foolish this time.

The expression of a mother's love is
never foolish, Miss Flake.

I am only concerned that you do nothing
to cut short the last phase of your

fantasy.

I won't, Mr. Rourke.

I'm ready.

Several years have passed for Lisa since
you last saw her.

Those years have brought about many
changes.

What are we doing in a place like this?

Oh, no.

Is that Lisa?

Mr. Rourke, what's happened to her?

On her 18th birthday, Lisa could face
her loneliness no longer. She ran away

from home, disappeared, to search for
the love she needs.

Love? On this terrible street?

Oh, Mr. Rourke, let me go to her. Let me
help her.

You're asking me to alter a fantasy,
Mrs. Blake, to make you an exception to

rule? But don't you see?

I can give her love.

I can help her. I know I can.

Please. It's the only chance I'll ever
have to be your mother.

Fate has cheated your precious years of
life.

Perhaps we can bend the rules this one
time.

But all I can give you is 24 hours.

I'll make it enough.

Very well. For 24 hours, you will be
part of your daughter's future.

You will be the same age as you are now.

Except you will not be pregnant.

And one more thing.

It is imperative that you do not reveal
to her you are her mother.

I understand.

I promise.

Mr. Rourke.

Are you saying that's not you in the
painting?

I'm not saying one way or the other.

Mike, I came here to have a good time.

Not to listen to your macho man
accusations.

Well, it sure looks like you've been
having your good time all night. How

could any other man know about that?

Maybe the artist saw me in my bikini.

How could he, damn it? We just got here
yesterday.

How did you... How did this artist
guy...

How could the two of you...

That

really could be me.

Legs. Hair.

Oh, the whole thing is... It's all so
warm.

So intimate.

All the way down to my birthmark.

From all I have heard, your painting is
a tremendous artistic success, Mr.

Dobbs. Are you saying you are
dissatisfied with your fantasy?

Oh, no.

No, Mr. Rock. I did it. I painted my
masterpiece.

But right now, I want to give you back
this brush, say thank you, and get the

first plane back to Kansas.

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't possibly accept
the brush.

Well, what do you mean you can't accept
it? You have to. My health depends upon

it. Oh, you're not kidding.

Unfortunately, it is a condition of this
particular fantasy that the brush

remain in the possession of the artist.

For a full 48 hours. Along with all
those other certain idiosyncrasies I

mentioned. Yes, but I'm not really the
artist. And those idiosyncrasies are

going to get me killed.

Wait a minute.

What if I give the brush back to the
real artist?

Yes, that would be satisfactory.

Yes. If you can convince Mr. Patrick O
'Herlihy to accept the brush.

However... You must realize that if you
do, to him will also go the attention

and the credit for painting your
masterpiece.

Believe me, he can have the attention.

Now, where do I find this Patrick O
'Hurley? Ah, just take the pathway that

leads from the Luau area, you know where
that is, up into the hills, Mr. Dobbs.

You will find him there.

The little girl.

You're looking for company, huh? Leave
her alone, you pig!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Cut that out! Cut that out! Cut that
out! Cut that out!

Cut that out! Cut that out! Cut that
out! Cut that out!

What the hell is with her, anyway? How
big?

Now, she's the kind of girl that's going
to close this place down.

She's going to close this place down.
Take it easy. Come on, Rosie. This is

job.

Who are you, hon?

I mean, really.

Just somebody off the street.

Yeah.

Maybe.

That's okay.

I got ways of finding out.

Come on, now.

Thank you, Mr. Rock, for my fantasy.

It's all I ever dreamed of, and more.
And it isn't even Christmas.

I am delighted, Mr. Claus. It is always
gratifying to hear from a satisfied

customer.

Satisfied? All these years of giving
presents, and I finally received one of

very own.

Why did you receive?

I'll show you.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

A truly magnificent gift, Mr. Claus.

I never got anything like this in my
stocking.

Just one thing worries me.

Yes, what is it?

She could catch a cold at the North
Pole.

Dig deeper into the bag.

What is a present if it isn't gift
wrapped, eh, Mr. Claus?

Thank you, Mr.

Rock.

Have

you

ever been in love, me boys?

Or have you felt the pain?

I'd sooner be in jail myself than to be
in love again.

She was just the sort.

Oh, well, now, have yourself a happy
day, sir. A question.

This pen, would you say it's a bit of an
affectation?

That if you're a poet? A poet, you say?

You're a discerning man. Yesterday an
artist, today a poet. The world is a

wonderful place for an Irishman. Come
then, come.

and share a ship of the saints' own
nectar with Patrick O 'Herlihy himself.

That's your service.

Ah, it's bracing, isn't it?

Have you ever noticed, laddie, that a
jug of wine divides itself into parts?

Rather like a man's own mind, you know.

You sip it down to the shoulder. Very
serious conversation.

But about an inch more, then comes in
sad and sometimes sweet memories.

Put an inch more down.

That's when you get the thoughts of old
and satisfactory loves.

You know, that's what I wanted to talk
to you about.

That love part.

Do you know?

And that's the whole

story.

Mr. Rourke explained all about borrowing
the talent.

And I'll admit...

That part was wonderful.

For an hour or so, I was an artist.

A taste of the grape, laddie.

Come.

But then, what Mr. Rourke called your
idiosyncrasies began to catch up with

I can see them.

And it all begins so innocently.

Just. It's happened by a ranch house or
a resort somewhere offering to paint a

portrait.

And the ladies.

The ladies are so lonely.

It seems, it seems that ranchers and
professional football players are always

out busy in the fields.

And you're always busy elsewhere.

Well, that lad is a gift, like painting.

In my case, you might even want to
consider it a virtue, a humanitarian

you might say.

It's just that I come across so many
ladies that are in the need of, um...

Comforting. What about those two
Neanderthals who keep mauling me?

What the hell did I paint? You paint?

A composite?

Well, now, that's a possibility, dear
friend.

You know, sometimes the ladies, bless
them, God bless them all, sometimes they

do seem to blend in my memory.

And besides, it's difficult to really
control the flow of true genius.

All I want to control is the flow of my
own blood.

Patrick, take the brush back.

That's all you have to do.

Ah, laddie.

You can't imagine how heavy a burden
true genius can become.

The hell I can't.

And it's your genius anyway.

Wait, I just want you to take it back.

No.

Now, I struck a bargain with Mr. Rourke.

And to have an entire weekend of rest.

Away from my romantic escapades.

And I need it.

And I plan to have it.

Now listen, somebody's coming.

I got you now.

I brought you something to eat.

Condemned woman gets a last meal, right?

Oh, come on.

Even Vic wouldn't.

Why did you mess things up?

Because you don't belong here.

How do you know where I belong?

I just know.

I know a girl like you must have a
father who loves her very much.

Lisa, sometimes when parents don't seem
to care, they care a great deal.

They simply don't know how to show it.

Please trust me.

Let's get out of here.

Both of us.

Now. You do what?

I'm sorry.

Lisa, please.

Let's get out of here.

I can't help you.

I told you to stay away.

I would hate to see you...

Disappeared. Just because of some
loudmouthed dame.

I felt sorry for her.

You know she doesn't belong here.

Why don't you just let her go?

I got a thing for strays.

You ought to know about that.

Look.

Tomorrow is your big chance.

Special auction.

Just for you.

I know that Eddie is going to be there.

He's going to be offering big bucks for
you.

We're going to split it.

You and me.

Just like I promised you.

But I don't know if I'm ready for that.

Baby, there is a first time for
everything.

I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to let the new dame make up
for all the trouble she caused.

We'll dress her up.

She'll go along with you for a little
while.

Or I'll support him.

Okay?

Okay? Come on.

Okay?

There you go.

I got some business to attend to.

You don't need to put on an act for me.

You knew I'd be here waiting for you,
didn't you?

Well, the way things have been going, I
guess I should have.

I should probably be ashamed of myself.

I can't remember your face or your name,
but...

New Year's Eve.

Country Club.

Last year.

Someone introduced me to this artist.

Oh, wait a minute.

This is all a mistake. You see, you've
got to get me out of here.

Oh, silly boy.

It's all right.

Hud, that's my husband.

Yeah, I know.

He went hunting.

Yeah, at night.

If you can believe that.

You were with that football player
looking guy.

He is a football player.

Six years all pro.

I should have known.

Forget about him.

We're just friends.

I'm Deborah.

I'm Kermit.

understand how you painted my picture
like that.

I mean, even all the way down to my
beauty mark.

I'm not too sure about that myself.

Well, I don't care.

When I looked up at that painting,
something wonderful happened.

It was as if I could see straight
through it.

Like I could see right into the mind and
the heart.

of the artist himself oh no look i'm i'm
real sorry about that

no don't be silly you know i could
actually feel your

warmth and understanding like we had
known each other for a long long time

as if we'd shared our love

Deborah, listen.

I've got to be honest with you.

You know that painting?

Well, it's... It's one of a kind.

Oh, I know.

No, I mean... I'll never be able to
paint like that again.

You better not.

That's our experience.

It's so unique.

It's like a fantasy.

That's the word.

No, no.

The word is wonderful.

I'm sorry.

I guess I got us both in a lot of
trouble.

Not if I can get to a telephone.

Lisa, please let me help you.

I care about you.

I care about you very much.

This is so strange.

I feel like I should know you.

And I believe you.

That's good.

Hold that thought.

Because it's true.

Oh, my baby.

If I could only tell you the truth.

Hello? Hello. Stephen? Stephen Blake?

Yes, who's this?

Listen, I'm a friend. Please listen. Do
I know you? Your voice, it sounds...

Listen, your daughter Lisa is in
trouble.

You'll find her at 1421 Lancaster
Boulevard. Bring the police.

Police? Yes.

Hurry.

Yes. Yes, all right.

Who was that?

It sounded like... Like who?

No.

Ah, the nervous young people.

Ah, Mr. Hurley, I see you've interrupted
your little vacation, huh?

Aye, I have, and a timely thing it is
too, Mr. Rourke. Now, borrowing me

that's one thing.

But this Dobbs person, signing his own
name to my product, well, now that's

quite another.

But he did ban it.

Did he really now, Tattoo?

The sign -in, Mr. Rourke, was not part
of the bargain.

Of course.

Your agreement to lend your talent for a
weekend...

free of the stress of romance, can be
terminated, if you so desire.

Well, desire it I do. And now where do I
find this Mr. Kermit Dobbs, who signs

his name to my genius, drinks my wine,
and then disappears into the night like

the thief he is?

If you'll follow me, I think I know
where to find him. This way, please.

Why are you so unhappy?

Because... I love you.

Oh, God.

I love you, too.

Why should loving me make you unhappy?

It isn't loving you.

It's the thought of losing you.

What are you talking about?

You mean Mike?

I explained all that. Don't be silly.

No, no.

Not Mike.

Excuse me, Miss Dare, for giving trution
on Mr. Dobbs, but I think you'll be

interested to know that Mr. O 'Herlihy
wishes to terminate his agreement with

me. In short, you could be giving me
back the box that you tried to force

me last night.

But, but, I'm not sure if I want to give
it back just yet. Eh?

Well, there's something that I'd like to
tell Miss Dare first.

Oh, well, the devil take you and your
Miss Dare. I'll be having me talent back

right now.

And safe from the hands of such a greedy
amateur as yourself.

I've been looking all over for you,
darling.

Oh, no.

Wait, no, don't be telling me it was
Texas, it was the country club, it was

Year's Eve.

Oh, we haven't got time for that now.

I just joined forces with some football
player, and they're both looking for

you. Wrong, darling. We're through
looking, you darn one. We found you.

Let's get him.

Well, seems like old times are back
again. Ta -ta.

Why is it that every time I get in the
mood for a little romance, everyone

decides to run ten laps around...

6 ,255.

wanted you to meet, but she's gone.

Whoever she was, I know that if it
hadn't been for her,

I never would have understood.

About what, baby?

Thank you.

It's there, Mr.

Downs. How happy you both look.

Beautiful. I mean, it's there.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Oh, it's been a wonderful weekend.

And now we're looking forward to a
wonderful life together.

Congratulation.

Mr. Rock, just a point of interest.

Whatever happened to Patrick and the
others?

Mr. O 'Herlihy booked passage on a ship
that left rather unexpectedly last

night. The other two gentlemen are still
searching the hills, I believe. Isn't

that right, Stu? That's right, boss.

There's still one other thing I don't
quite understand.

When Patrick grabbed the box, all the
others thought that he... You know,

but... Who can explain the mysteries of
true love,

Mr. Thomas?

Indeed, who would really want to?

I believe you're right, Mr. Rourke.

Thank you. Goodbye, Mr. Thomas. Is
there?

Goodbye. Goodbye.

I don't get it. What?

What about the beauty mark on Miss
Dare's painting?

I happen to know that the mark was, for
lack of a better expression, merely an

ad lib by Mr. O 'Herlihy. I assure you,
he didn't know Miss Dare existed.

Well, you could have told Mr. Dobbs
about it. He think that she, uh, you

It is better this way, my friend.

Not knowing.

will help him remain a most attentive
husband forever.

Mr. Rook, Tattoo, goodbye.

How can I ever thank you?

On very rare occasions, Mrs. Blake, it
is our sincere pleasure, To say thank

to a guest.

Your example of courage, devotion, and
love has made this such an occasion.

Thank you, Mrs. Blake.

And now I believe Tattoo has a very
special memento for you.

The future you have given your daughter.

Your daughter, Lisa?

Your husband?

My new grandson.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

To them, I'm going to live forever.

Has anyone ever been so lucky?