All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s04e19_the_proxy_billionaire_-_the_experiment

Good morning, Mark. Good morning,
Tattoo.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Mr. Frank Miller, a Wall Street
securities analyst, employed by a very

prestigious investment concern.

Sounds very important.

Oh, indeed.

In one eight -hour day, Mr. Miller may
advise his company's clients on the

investment of hundreds of millions of
dollars.

What power!

Yes, but unfortunately, the wealth he
handles, the fortunes he makes, belong

other people.

Oh, Mr. Miller is very honest,
hardworking, and dedicated, but he is

modest salary.

So his fantasy is to rip off his
company.

Mr. Miller's fantasy is to get rid of
his frustrations by spending money like

billionaire. So, with its inherent
liabilities, we will grant his fantasy.

Can we do that, boss?

Yes, but not without risk.

I'm afraid this weekend may turn out to
be the most dangerous investment Mr.

Miller has ever made.

Dr. Lucas Bergman and his daughter Lisa
from Boston, Massachusetts.

What's the fantasy, boss?

Both, Tattoo.

Both? But neither knows about the other.

This is going to be tricky.

What kind of doctor is he?

Dr. Bergman Wall, a heart surgeon. One
of the most brilliant.

Until he was permanently banned from
every hospital in the country.

Then, what did he do?

He concerned his research, Tattoo.

Following his wife's death a year ago,
the doctor began a series of unorthodox

experiments on the recently deceased.

Dead body?

Boss, something tells me I shouldn't
even ask.

What is fantasy?

Resurrection.

Sometime during this weekend, the good
doctor intends to bring the dead back to

life.

Dead?

Here on the island?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh. This was home to Henry Vanderwick,
the father of regenerative transplant

surgery.

Yes. The building has been vacant since
his death, looked after by a caretaker.

Tattoo will show you around.

This way, Doctor.

You coming? In a minute, Father.

Mr. Brooke, I want to thank you for my
fantasy.

This chance to spend some time with my
father.

This is the first time that I've been
able to drag him away from his work

my mother died.

I understand she was lovely.

Oh, yes, she was. Would you like to see?
Please.

Oh, very lovely indeed.

She died in surgery, and the surgeon was
your father.

How did you know that?

It's my business to know such things,
Miss Bergman.

Forgive me, but is it not a fact that
practicing surgery on a member of one's

own family...

is contrary to medical ethics.

Well, under ordinary circumstances, yes.
But we were sailing in the Caribbean,

and we were hours from any hospital.

My mother became terribly ill, and my
father had to operate.

It was a simple appendectomy, but
complications arose.

And she... My father's never been the
same since.

Yes, he has immersed himself in his
work.

become totally absorbed in his research
project.

That's why I brought him here, Mr.
Rourke. To get him away from all that

darkness and guilt.

And to have my fantasy.

To get back to a normal father and
daughter relationship.

Mr. Rourke, may I see you for a moment?

Tattoo, will you show Miss Bergman to
her room? She must be tired after the

journey. Sure, boss.

This way, Miss Bergman.

Mr. Rock, I have to talk to you.

Certainly, Dr. Bergman, about the nature
of the experiments you intend to

conduct here to try to bring the dead
back to life.

Exactly.

This way, Mr. Miller.

Sit down. Relax.

A cigar?

I don't smoke.

Coffee? Cocktail?

Not right now. Thanks, anyway.

Mr. Miller, I've got a proposition for
you.

I'm looking for a financial advisor.

I've got a few dollars to invest.

What do you think about pork bellies?

Pork bellies?

No. Stay out, Tattoo. That market is
strictly for the professionals.

Tattoo?

How much money are you prepared to
invest for Mr.

Miller? Before or after I get paid?

Mr.

Miller, have you ever met Mr.

Avery Williams?

The world's number one financier?

No, no, I never get to meet the firm's
clients, only their money.

But thanks to the reams of material that
you sent me, I feel I know Avery

Williams like a book.

I mean, his family, his likes and
dislikes, his personal mannerisms,

even the way he plays golf.

He has a wife. I mean, we may... There
is that possibility.

Now, does he still want to trade places?

Desperately, Mr. Williams hasn't had a
day off in several years and is eagerly

looking forward to a weekend vacation
now that we have found a suitable

substitute for him.

But, Mr.

Miller, I must warn you.

Men of great wealth and power inevitably
acquire enemies.

When you take Mr. Williams' place, you
could be placing your own life in mortal

danger.

Well, my life has been pretty dull
anyway, Mr. Rourke.

I could use a little excitement.

I see.

Well, in that case, the two?

This way, Mr. Miller.

What do you think about Toy Bean?

We'll be there shortly.

Mr. Avery Williams will be waiting for
you in his study beyond the swimming

pool.

This is beautiful.

Absolutely fantastic.

So this is the way billionaires...
Correction.

The way I live.

My statue.

My mansion.

$30 million today, but he can't find a
market.

So let's offer him $20 million.

Take it or leave it by close of business
tomorrow, New York.

Everybody does okay.

Everybody's happy.

Balance of $30 million on delivery of
title within five days.

That's what I said, five days.

Gravery Williams?

Mr. Rourke didn't exaggerate. You'll be
an entirely suitable substitute, except

maybe for your hair.

Well, now I understand, Mr. Williams.

No, Avery, Avery.

Look, Mr. Rourke chose you to take my
place because you're my exact double.

nobody knows about the switch except the
three of us.

Now, we haven't got much time, Frank. My
secretary, Elizabeth, will be here in

about a minute.

I got my diary in the top drawer of the
desk, and you can check it out for my

current dealings and all my business
acquaintances across the world.

Now, let's get you out of those clothes
and let's start on our vacations,

because I'm a weary man.

It just occurred to me this laboratory
was built years ago.

I should have shipped out some up -to
-date equipment.

Doctor, have a look in there.

This is magnificent.

That unit?

Looks like mine.

It is mine.

These units are from my own laboratory.

Is it possible?

This is fantasy, I learned, Doctor.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

There is one thing.

My daughter doesn't know about my
fantasy, the experiments I've planned.

Oh, perhaps that is just as well.

This trip wouldn't be necessary if I had
the freedom to do my research back

home. The medical authorities,
reporters, make that impossible.

You will find no such interference here
on Fantasy Island, Doctor.

But I should warn you.

Some of the natives in this area tend to
be somewhat superstitious.

No problem.

I'll keep out of their way.

Well, I trust now you have everything
you need.

Everything.

Except... Except the final element.

The human form.

Don't worry.

It will arrive later today.

I will await delivery.

Anxiously.

A delivery of what, boss?

A cadaver.

A what?

A dead body.

Here. I wear this an awful lot.

Okay. Elizabeth will be here with the
rest of your schedule, so all I can say

is, uh, have fun, Frank.

Mr. Williams, uh, Avery, just a moment.

Don't you have any more information for
me? I mean, advice?

Sure.

Spend money.

Now, Rourke shows me you're an honest
man. I take his word for anything. So

your judgment and spend as much as you
want. I mean, remember, you're a

billionaire now.

And if you need something, my wife or
secretary will get it for you.

Now, let me get the hell out of here.

That's right, Miller.

You're now a billionaire.

I haven't eaten all day.

I made you a sandwich. Oh, thank you.

You promised that we'd take a

walk down to the lagoon Mr. Rourke told
us about and go swimming.

You go ahead. Enjoy yourself.

I'll be busy here.

Doing what? Another stupid experiment?

Lisa, don't talk to me that way.

Father, you were the finest, most gifted
surgeon in the country.

You saved thousands of lives. Now you've
abandoned your practice and your

patience and everything else that ever
meant anything to you, including me.

Nonsense.

You're my daughter. You know I love you.

Then prove it to me. Be my father. Stop
this work right now and go swimming with

me. I can't.

Lisa, you know I can't.

I'm waiting for a delivery from Mr.
Rourke.

You can't go on mourning forever.
Mother's gone.

You can't bring back the dead.

You don't own the soul, right, son?
Grief, you know?

When you lost mother last year, it was
even harder on me.

I loved both of you.

Come in.

Avery, we're going to blow that Scottish
land deal unless we move fast.

Scottish deal. Oh, yeah.

The Canadian conglomerate outbid us.

They did?

By how much?

One million four, but they want the
mineral and the timber right, so if we

to build that ski resort, we're going to
have to come up with, say, two million

more to close it.

Why not?

Avery, are you feeling all right today?

Yeah, I feel fine, Elizabeth.

What else you got there?

The cost estimates for the Avery
Williams Educational Foundation. It's

than we thought, $460 million.

Well, is that what I wanted?

Come on, Avery. Now, Mr. Roark said this
program will help millions of children

all over the world, and you promised to
look into it.

Okay.

Foundation estimates are...

Hereby approved.

Next. Oh, it's just the usual letters
putting the bite on you for money,

except... I gather you think that one is
rather deserving.

Yeah, it's Father Crombie's children's
mission in Montana. They need some money

for baseball uniforms.

Last time I played baseball, I was...
You know, I really should get more

exercise.

You told your wife you'd be working this
morning, so she invited Mr. Yeager to

coach her.

I see.

Fine -looking woman, Mrs. Williams.

You make a handsome couple.

And again, so do we.

Cheer up, Elizabeth, and send Father
Crumpy's kids anything they want.

Well, you're in a good mood today.

Is that why you're staring at me?

I'll get the stock reports for you.

Oh, look at this.

You look particularly lovely this
morning.

So far, so good, Avery Williams.

Dr. Bergman, I have brought you an
assistant.

He has been looking after the place and
will work with you during your stay

here. Allow me to present Macallo.

Hello, Macallo.

He can't speak?

Well, as you can see, he suffered an
injury and... But he can hear.

Perfectly well.

And I can assure you, after many years
working with Dr. Van Der Vick, he's very

competent. In fact, in preparation for
your arrival, McCullough studied

transcripts of every experiment you have
conducted in recent months.

Well, I'm impressed with your
thoroughness and your thoughtfulness,

McCullough, thank you. That will be all
for now.

What happened to him?

The natives looked upon Dr. van der Beek
as some sort of evil magician,

working with dead bodies, turning them
into zombies.

One night, 17, no, 18 years ago, they
stormed this building, murdered the

doctor, and, well,

poor Mark Hallow was lucky to escape
with his life.

The world is full of superstitious
primitives.

Many of whom have a college degree.

I've never let them disturb or
discourage me, Mr. Rourke.

Have you brought what I've been waiting
for?

Yes, Dr. Berman, if you're still
absolutely certain you want to go

it. Of course I'm certain.

Lisa! Oh, my God!

Lisa!

Lisa!

Oh,

my God, no.

No, she can't. She can't be dead.

How?

Why?

I had just learned that she was swimming
alone in the lagoon when for some

reason she went under.

One of the men swam out and found a line
on the bottom. He brought it ashore,

but by then it was too late.

Fate can work in cruel ways, Doctor.

You demanded a body.

And now that demand has been met.

As God is my witness, I never, I never
wanted this.

Perhaps all is not lost.

Not irretrievably.

You came here to raise the dead. What?

Better test of your powers could there
be than this, Doctor.

The resurrection of your own flesh and
blood.

Yes.

I'll bring her back.

I'll do it.

I'll bring my daughter back.

Help me. Help me.

Hurry.

Nice shot, Mrs. Williams.

You seem a little tense today, Bernice.

Of course I am tense.

Well, that's good, because in a few
minutes, you're going to have to become

convincingly hysterical.

How can you be so sure that my dear
husband will come down here today?

Because I know your dear husband.

I challenged him to a game tomorrow.

That means he'll be practicing his five
iron today, and you know how much he

loves to win.

With one stroke, your husband, my friend
and employer, will have blown himself

straight to kingdom come.

That ball, it's a bomb?

Expertly created by me from plastic
explosives borrowed from your husband's

shipyard.

That's freaky. I mean, how would we
explain it to the police?

Oh, that's easy.

Avery's been having problems at the
yard.

There's been threats on his life.

Elizabeth will vouch for that.

Are you sure that it will work?

Even if he misses, there's a special
backup device.

Oh, the one thing I love about you,
Paul, is your efficiency.

I would have preferred to have arranged
an accident, but he's got to die today

before he signs those foundation papers.

And gives away half a billion dollars.

Of our money.

Hello, love.

Oh, Avery, why do you insist on wearing
a disgusting -looking hat?

How else would you know?

It was me, love.

Want your stock of horse now?

Sure, go ahead.

Okay, New York and Tokyo up, and
London's down nine points, and

two and a half.

I told them to hold your calls.

Hello?

Yes?

It's Munich. It's urgent.

Someone just tried to kill Avery
Williams.

A slight concussion, Miss Leston.
Obviously it has confused him. I suggest

lie down for a while, Avery.

Mr. Williams.

Just a minute.

I did warn you, didn't I, that your life
might be endangered.

Your enemies might try again.

I suggest you take appropriate
precautions immediately, Mr.

Williams.

Are you all right, Elizabeth?

Yes, I'm okay.

Her body temperature is holding.

Check the ECG.

Damn it, no vital signs.

There's no tissue degeneration.

I can't believe she's dead.

McCullough, we're going to try
electrotherapy.

Prepare the equipment.

Avery, that's your third glass.

You never have more than two drinks.

Well, I feel like celebrating.

Aside from the fact that I was almost
blown to hell this morning, this is

turning out to be one of the happiest
days of my life.

So like you, Avery. I am almost killed
by your enemies, and you are

I wish you'd let me call in the police,
Avery.

No, Paul, if a story like this got out
to the media, the market would take a

nosedive. It's been a glorious day. I
just spent and spent and spent, and I'm

going to spend some more.

Among other things, I've approved the
estimates for the foundation, and

night at the luau, I'm going to give a
check to Mr. Rock for $460 million.

Well, you certainly seem to be able to
accomplish a great deal without even

bothering to consult your wife.

I'm sure you don't mind if Paul and I
leave you two conspirators alone.

I'm all mixed up.

Well, I know you, but I don't know you.
I mean, I don't know who you are.

You know, you seem so relaxed and... You
know, you haven't even smoked a cigar

all day today.

But it's something else.

I don't know. You're not making any
sense, am I?

Well, don't try.

Just... Trust your emotions because...
Avery, I want you to listen to me.

Listen to me and hear me out.

Why I tell you why I can't work with you
any longer.

What? No, Elizabeth, you... I've worked
with you for five years, Avery Williams,

and I've loved every minute of it.

Because you're a kind man.

Oh, you talk tough, but you're a kind
man.

And you drive a hard bargain.

But you care about people, especially
children.

I've watched you being hurt by your wife
and all of her escapades.

But I kept my distance until now.

I don't know.

Something happened today.

Something very special about you.

And I know if I stayed...

You might become lovers and I don't
think I could handle it.

Elizabeth, suppose I was broke.

Well, you keep giving your money away
like you did today and you might be

Just pretend that I'm single and I've
given everything away and I'm starting

from scratch.

I mean, no more billions, no more
yachts, no more mansions, no more...

jets no more bernice just me and

three rooms could i could i be your
lover then i mean you

think you could handle that you don't
think i love you because of your money

you no elizabeth i want you to promise
me don't quit until

tomorrow what's so special about
tomorrow

Well, for one thing, I'm taking you to
the luau.

And for another thing, anything might
happen by then.

I'll try once more, Mercado.

Still nothing.

Remove the electrodes.

What's wrong?

Ignore them. We have work to do.

Peter, I've tried everything else.

Prepare her for open -heart surgery.

Damn it, do as I say.

There's no time to waste.

Doctor, you must leave here immediately.

No, no, can't you see? The natives are
preparing to attack.

Somehow they have found out what you're
trying to do here, and they are filled

with fear.

I can't leave my daughter.

Your daughter is dead, Doctor. You must
accept that fact.

No, no, there's still hope. I'm going to
operate.

It's too late now, Dr. Bergman.

I won't leave my daughter.

Then it will appear the history is about
to repeat itself.

Come, my fellow.

back to me. Please.

Wait.

Wait. Please wait. She may still have a
chance.

Lisa.

Peace out.

Lisa?

Oh, dear God, forgive me.

Two people I love most dearly.

My wife and now... now Lisa, both dead.

My dear, sweet Lisa, I never stopped
loving you.

It was just that when your mother died,
I was...

So consumed with guilt, I had to escape
into my work. I never meant to shut you

out.

God in heaven, if I could only have
another chance.

Lisa? What is this?

Some cruel dream?

Dream?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Lisa, you were dead.

I tried to bring you back and I
couldn't.

It's so strange.

I... I don't remember anything.

It means I was... Swimming in the lagoon
and... And then...

I woke up over there and I saw you.

It's a miracle.

Indeed it is, Doctor.

A miracle.

Not of science, but of love.

It seems that you have finally achieved
your aim to resurrect the dead.

Mr. Rourke, according to all the
instruments in the lab, Lisa was

dead. As dead as you were, Doctor.

Me? In a sense, you have been dead for
over a year.

So far as your daughter was concerned.

But now you are alive again, restored to
her.

Who's buried there?

Who knows?

Maybe the past?

We have the future to share.

And a lot to catch up on.

We certainly do.

Bob, there's something I don't
understand.

What? Dr. Bergman examined Lisa. For
vital signs.

Using almost every instrument known to
modern medicine.

And pronounced her dead. Well, dead is
only a word or two.

And in spite of its ring of ultimate
finality, it has many meanings.

A person can be clinically dead, legally
dead, even emotionally

dead.

Boss, don't blind me with science.

Just give me the strength to dope.

Okay, I rigged the instruments.

With the help of Macallo.

Let's put it this way, Tattoo. It was
simply a matter of controlling the

available data.

Right, Macallo?

Right, Mr. Rourke.

Boss, I'm still confused.

And I'm hungry. Shall we eat?

Boss, I can't see.

Wait for me, boss. I can't see.

Boss, wait for me.

Count to two. We have just been invited
to join Mr. Williams' party.

Ladies and gentlemen, evening.

I would like to propose a toast.

A good idea, Mr. Yeager.

What did you do that for?

It's an old fantasy island custom to
promote good fellowship.

The table is so constructed that it can
be spun around like a lazy Susan.

Each person gets to taste each of the
drinks, you see.

May I suggest that the first toast
should be to Mr. Avery Williams, who is

to endow the Foundation for
International Education with a check for

million.

Mrs. Williams, perhaps you do not
approve of my suggestion.

Do you have a more appropriate toast to
suggest?

I'm not very good at toast.

You surprise me.

You are good at so many things that
require imaginative thinking, poise, and

cool nerve.

But in that case, let's make it simple.

Now then, Mr. Yeager, something warm and
personal in honor of your dear friend

and employer.

What is this, boss? Roulette?

One might say a form of Russian
roulette, yes.

Oh, come, Mr. Yeager. Surely you have a
toast to propose.

Don't be bashful.

I think maybe you better count me out.
My stomach. These tropical drinks don't

agree with me.

Oh, I am so sorry.

Do you suppose that somehow you could
have drunk some of the poison you poured

into Mr. Williams' drink?

What? What did you say?

I am sure that this has your
fingerprints on it.

Possibly Mrs.

Williams' as well.

It's your word against ours, Rourke.
What do you mean, ours? It was your

Liar!

You wanted Avery dead as much as I did.

Gentlemen.

I would like a word with you, Mr.
Williams, in private, if I may.

Yes, of course. Will you keep Miss
Leston company?

Oh, yes, boss. Thank you.

My fantasy is over,

isn't it?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Miller. Yes.

The, uh... Foundation check.

Thank you very much.

Will you tell Elizabeth about me after
I'm gone?

Oh, most assuredly.

This way, please.

Did you have a good

weekend, Avery?

Fantastic. I feel like a new man.

Yes, so do I.

Let's do it again. Every year.

Oh, I'm sorry, gentlemen.

It is my policy never to repeat a
fantasy. I'm sorry.

Mr. Rourke, that check you're holding in
your hand looks like one of mine. Now,

I'd hate to report that it's a forgery.

Is that a threat, Mr. Williams?

In a word, yes.

Unless you agree that our fantasy can be
repeated.

Well, in that case...

Perhaps I can make an exception.

On behalf of all those children
throughout the world who are going to

from your extreme generosity.

Your stay on the island was
satisfactory.

Very. In fact, I think I learned more in
my short stay here than in all my years

of practicing medicine.

Well, that's remarkable.

May we have some idea of what that might
be?

It's very simple, really.

Life is for the living, and love is for
those who are still close.

How about your fantasy, Leda?

Well, I have my father back.

That's all I could ask for.

I'll never forget you, Mr. Rourke.

Thank you.

I'm still not sure exactly how you did
it. It's very simple, Doctor.

It's a matter of controlling the
available data.

Something like that.

Thank you. Again, goodbye.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Goodbye, Mr. Reverend.

Mr. Miller?

Was your fantasy all that you hoped it
would be?

Oh, more, so much more, Mr. Rourke,
because now I can go back and make those

rich people even richer and not be
concerned with one dollar.

Because I'm coming back to Fantasy
Island to take care of business and be

Williams.

One year's a long time to stay away from
somebody you care about.

Yes, that's the only sad part, Tatsu.

I hope, I hope Elizabeth will be
waiting.

Oh, I'm afraid not, Mr. Miller. You see,
Miss Leston is not the patient type.

How dare you just break into my life and
leave without asking me to go with you?

Some fantasies produce their own
fantastic surprises, the two.

Mr. Williams has decided to send his
secretary to manage a new branch office

in... Are you ready?

Mr. Miller's hometown.

Don't forget to send me a letter about
grain futures.

What did you say? Grain futures?

Mm -hmm. I suppose you plan to corner
the market.

What? Everyone can have a fantasy, can't
he?