All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s04e22_hard_knocks_-_lady_godiva

Good morning, boss. Good morning,
Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Oh, she's a pretty lady.

Yes. Who is she? Miss Sheila Godfrey
from Branston's Fort.

Where is that?

A small town in Montana, the group.

She longs to become an accomplished
equestrian.

You mean she came all the way to Fantasy
Island to ride horses?

Yes. Couldn't she do that in Montana?

Oh, yes, she could, that too. However,
her fantasy is to be the most celebrated

horsewoman who ever lived.

That's a tall order, boss.

Indeed it is, that too. But we will
grant Miss Godfrey her fantasy, though

most probably will not turn out exactly
as she envisions it.

Boss, who was the most celebrated
horsewoman in history?

Well, isn't that obvious, Tattoo?

Lady Godiva, of course.

Well, Tattoo, aren't you going to guess
the young gentleman's occupation?

But it's difficult.

I don't know.

Well, maybe that's because our guest
doesn't know himself.

He is Mr. Steve Pryor, and he was a law
student until recently.

Mr. Pryor was disenchanted with law
school, and he dropped out after his

year. He earned his tuition by working
as a night watchman for a security

agency, and I think that's where he got
the idea for his fantasy.

Let me guess, boss.

All right. He wants to be a policeman.

A detective.

A detective. Very good, Tattoo. Very
good indeed.

But not just a detective.

Young Mr.

Pryor's fantasy is to be a hard -boiled
detective of the old school. No modern

technology for him.

He dreams of walking down dark alleys
like the tough guys in old movies of the

40s. But, boss, in real life, you could
be very dangerous.

Very dangerous, Tattoo.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

What a beautiful animal.

Thank you, Miss Guthrie.

You know, when I was a kid, we used to
live above a feed store.

I was always sick, Mr. Rourke, and I
guess my parents were overly protective

because I was confined to the house most
of the time.

Yes, I know.

Day after day, you would watch from your
window the men from the ranches riding

beautiful horses and the children with
their clever ponies.

Your research is very thorough.

Most thorough, Miss Godfrey.

Your fantasy is to be the most
celebrated horsewoman of all

time. Now, I was hoping you would
reconsider the wording.

It imposes certain restrictions.

I'm sorry, I don't want to be difficult.

But I've saved up a long time for this.

I'm determined to go all the way, Mr.
Morgan.

Very well, Miss Godfrey.

In that case, I will lend you my prize
stallion, Lancelot, so you may ride

into your adventure.

You mean it?

Just ride down that trail and he will
carry you into your fantasy.

He knows the way. Just let him have his
head as I am letting you have yours.

Giddy up, Lancelot. Giddy up.

Hey, what happened?

Lancelot?

Uh,

Mr. Roark.

Can't be Disneyland. There's no parking
lot.

Read every book, seen every old movie. I
know how private eyes act and think.

It's all I've ever wanted to be.

I mean, I couldn't keep my mind on law
school because I realized I could never

be happy if I didn't give it a shot.

Well, even so, I have arranged for an
old -timer to provide you with some

assistance. He's a real tough guy. He
learned everything on the street.

who, shall we say, has been around.

It won't be necessary, Mr. Rourke. I
want to be on my own.

All the greats were loners.

May I have the key, Tattoo?

The key? What key?

To your office, just across the street.

There's no office across the street.
It's just a waterfall.

Be patient, Mr. Pryor.

The key, Tattoo.

But are you sure you give it to me?

Yes, I'm sure check your shirt pocket

Thank

you, as I said your office is just
across the street

I'm not sure I understand but

There's a waterfall out there.

I told you, Mr. Rourke, my fantasy's got
to take place in a big city.

Look again.

A

Chinese

theater?

Hollywood Boulevard?

Enough, Lance.

We've lost the scent.

And I have a great thirst upon me.

A draft of mead, Sir John. What say you?

I say right welcome, my lord.

Vinegar, you and your jokes.

You're a menace for the unwary, my lord.

My lord.

What the devil are you doing on his
lordship's hunting preserve?

What the devil are you doing in my
fantasy?

Fantasy? What are you all dressed up
for? A renaissance fair?

A poacher, my lord, obviously.

The right pretty one at that.

Trespassers must be flogged. One step
nearer and I'll scratch your eyes out.

Hold. What's your name, girl?

Sheila.

She look most able -bodied.

My lord, did I not hear you complaining
about lack of household staff?

You just can't keep good help these
days.

This lass seems to have a bite to her
tongue. Why not put her to work in your

tent at the fair?

Yes, perhaps a handmaiden to my wife
during her temporary durance vial.

Tom, take her along to the fair.

By me, Lord.

All right, wench, on your donkey.

I'll sue, Rourke.

I swear, I'll sue!

Mr. Pryor.

I'm Doreen Rich.

They sent me over from the secretarial
agency. Look, I really hope you don't

mind, but I also animal stiff.

Helps pay my law school tuition.

Hey, this is all right.

Oh, Hans brought your car back from the
garage.

My car?

Oh, that classy red speedster parked out
front. Boy.

Red speedster? Have you had it a long
time?

It's mine.

Is that you?

Is he back?

It's a lady.

Mrs. Hall.

I think she's a client.

She's been waiting here for almost an
hour.

Uh, hi.

Mr. Pryor?

Yeah, I'm Steve Pryor.

Oh, somehow I expected someone... I
thought you'd be older.

It's only my age to fool you, lady.

I've been around.

So, what can I do for you, Mrs. Hall?

Call me Monica.

It's, uh, it's something... Well, it's
something that I can't do myself.

You see, there's a package that I need
delivered to my husband. I mean, my ex

-husband. You see, it was a terrible
marriage and... Hold it. Slow down.

What's in the package?

Uh... There's...

$50 ,000 there.

Look, you must understand.

I'm a very wealthy woman. I made the
mistake of marrying somebody who only

wanted me for my money. I divorced him,
but he won't leave me alone.

He's made my life miserable. And now he
says that he'll disappear if I just buy

him off with that money.

Do you mind if I ask you why you can't
do it yourself?

Because I'm afraid of him.

You don't know Nick. He...

He's crazy, violent.

I'm afraid that if I go, he'll hurt me
again.

He used to beat me.

So, uh, I don't want to see him again.

Ever.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

Oh, I'll meet him at three o 'clock this
afternoon.

Room 226, the Palm Court Hotel.

No problem.

Do you want a receipt for the money?

Oh, no. I trust you.

Oh, one more thing. In return, he'll be
giving you a key. It's to a safety

deposit box.

Oh, there's nothing in it of any value
to anyone but me.

Believe me, if there was, he would have
taken it already.

It's just that he knows how much
sentimental value the contents have for

How do I get a hold of you?

I'll call you.

Here.

All right?

Sure.

Thank you, Mr. Pryor.

She's playing you for a sap, kid.

How'd you get in here? Who are you?

You didn't buy that dame's story, did
you?

What's the matter, kid?

Look like you've seen a ghost.

Don't touch her ladyship's soup.

And mind you, keep your thumbs out of
the soup. Lest you want them added to

brew. Off with you.

Chop it fine now. Chop it fine, girl.

You girls, take this fool to her
ladyship.

Jane, show her along.

Will there be anything else?

No, thank you, my dear.

I haven't seen you before.

What is your name?

I'm Sheila.

Sheila.

Were you sold into bondage?

To tell you the truth, I don't know how
it happened.

You see, I wanted a fantasy.

Oh, my dear.

When I was younger, I had my share of
those.

Young knights on prancing steeds,
jousting for my hand.

But now...

Now that I'm a respectable married lady,
whose husband is displeased with her,

do you know the one fantasy that I have
left?

To ride alone through the forest at dawn
on a handsome mare.

Believe me, I can understand that.

I spent a lot of time stuck in a room,
not much bigger than this.

And outside my window, people were
riding beautiful horses.

You were a prisoner, too.

In a sense.

I was ill.

Oh.

Why are you being kept here?

My husband, His Lordship, is punishing
me for speaking out against the new tax

that he has imposed on the people.

But you're entitled to your opinion.

Oh, may such a day dawn when a woman is
permitted to speak her mind. It has

dawned. Hmm?

I mean, it will.

How long is he going to keep you here,
anyway?

Until I admit I was wrong and that he is
right.

Is there anyone you can trust?

Well, there is Sir John of Appensdale,
his lordship's hunting companion.

Sir John?

Yes.

He saved me from being flogged.

You see, he is a man of true knightly
character.

Well, I will find him and I will holler
for help as loud as I can.

No, no, no, my dear.

Whisper it.

Despite his well -known and robust
humor, if my husband overheard you, he

have you beheaded.

Oh, well.

That would be real funny.

Look, kid.

I ain't big on helping a beginner.

I mean, I stick my neck out for no one.

But Rock Ashton and I kind of own one,
see?

I can't believe it's you.

You were the best, the toughest, the
most streetwise of them all.

I mean, you know what I really admired
about you?

You were always unconfused. Enough of
that, kid.

Now, let's get down to the case. That's
why I'm here.

Oh, the case. That's an easy one.

Yeah, too easy. That's the problem.

You made some mistakes.

You just fell for those gamsahas and
that sweet smile.

You know what your first mistake was?

You didn't get paid.

Make them hot the clothes off their back
before you make a move.

Hey, Bogey.

Can I call you Bogey?

Sure. No disrespect, but times have
changed. Everything's done on credit

Not in this game, kiddo.

And I didn't fall for her.

Sure you did.

You were gaga over her.

Look, it boils down to this.

Her story smells fishy.

I can't put my finger on it yet.

She's using you.

You're wrong.

You see, Mr. Pryor.

Look, I have a class tonight and I do
have to get Bucky home. So I'll be

if you don't need me.

Yeah, right.

Go on.

Thanks.

Have a nice class.

Bye.

Don't look so confused, kid.

Nobody could see or hear me but you.

I don't understand.

I ain't real.

I'm just an illusion up here in your
head.

See, it's this way.

You believe in me so much that to you,
I'm real.

But I'm just in your imagination.

Now, let's get to work.

Look, I really appreciate your advice
and your offer to help, but I can't do

this thing myself.

I mean, you always worked alone. You
never listened to anyone else.

Maybe that's why I ended up with a
bullet in my gut so many times.

Hey, yeah, that's right.

You used to get killed an awful lot,
didn't you?

Cagney got you five times, and Edward G.
Robinson wasted you more than that.

You're wrong, kid.

Cagney was three times, and Edward G.
Robinson got me four out of five.

But I finally got even with him in Key
Largo.

Oh.

It's a tough racket, kid.

That's why you'll need some help.

Enough talk.

You've got to deliver that envelope.

You've got three?

It's about time you showed up.

It's been some terrible mistake.

You've mixed me up in somebody else's
fantasy. Oh, I assure you that cannot

possibly happen. Our system is entirely
reliable.

Look, I made it perfectly clear. I
wanted to ride, horse it, ride.

And here I am, wherever here is, with
some poor lady being held prisoner by

husband, and I'm about to become the
most famous housemaid in history. I did

warn you about the unexpected, didn't I?
But I can well understand why you are

disoriented, Miss Guthrie. You see...

You are in medieval England at a country
fair near the castle of Leofric, Earl

of Mercia and Lord of Coventry.

Coventry. Didn't the lady prisoner tell
you her name?

No, I didn't ask.

She should have, Miss Godfrey. Then you
would have understood.

Her name is Lady Godiva.

Godiva?

She's the one who rode stark naked
through Coventry.

Precisely. Without a doubt.

the most famous equestrian in history.

Mr. Rourke!

You Mr. Hall?

Yeah. Your wife sent me.

My wife?

What are you talking about?

Seems she didn't want to come herself,
so she asked me to make the delivery.

Who are you?

Doesn't matter.

You got the key to the safe deposit box?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it. Come in. Come in.

You got something for me, huh?

Sit down.

Just give me the key.

You first.

Looks like a shut up, don't it kid?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Really walked into one, kid. Now you got
the cops chasing you.

Thanks. Don't feel too bad about it. I
learned the school of hard knocks, too.

Come on. You got to get out of here.

Is there

anything

I can do for you?

Some other time.

Be calm, that's a lot.

Sir John.

Fair Sheila.

What brings you here?

Just checking on my donkey.

Is he okay?

I mean, is he all right?

Well, I'm not sure.

Oh, he'll be just fine in a few days.

Do you know about horses, Fair Sheila?

A little, Sir John.

Beautiful.

Such lines.

You took the words right out of my
mouth.

He belongs to Lady Godiva.

No one else is permitted to ride him. He
was a gift from his lordship.

Her ladyship asked me to speak to you
about his other gift.

Her imprisonment.

Couldn't you intercede on her behalf?

Believe me, Sheila, I have done my best
already.

He's very stubborn and so is she.

He won't give up his magic tricks and
practical jokes.

And he won't tolerate being contradicted
by a woman, even though she is his

wife.

And he loves her very much.

Oh, and she loves him very much.

I know it.

If I were loved by a beauteous woman, I
could convince her otherwise.

If I were loved by a chivalrous,
handsome man, I could be convinced.

Could you?

I'm sure of it.

We can continue our discussion later.

Right now, you must help me get her
ladyship released.

Have you a plan?

If we could find a way to embarrass his
lordship into it.

Embarrass him?

So that he would have to pardon her.

You know, to save his own pride.

It is true. He has a notoriously brittle
pride.

Then you will help me.

Aye.

We can do wonderful things, Sheila, when
we put our heads together.

Not to mention.

They always liked it when the heat was
on.

You were right, Bogey.

Monica was using me, but what is she up
to?

The dame was buying something. Smells
she might have been set up and hired you

to take the fall with the cops.

The key must have been something really
valuable.

She's a good one, all right.

Reminds me of a tomato I met in
Marseille.

Bogey, what am I going to do?

I can't give you all the answers, kid.

You've got to do some of the thinking
yourself.

I've been thinking, but I keep coming
back to Monica Hall.

She's the only one who knows what's
going on.

I bet your dollars for donors is not her
name.

But you're on the right track.

Hey, Monica said she was going to call.

I mean, if it wasn't a set -up, and I
did get the key, she'll call, right?

I've got to check something out, kid.

Sure.

Leave me now.

with a serving wench. Your spy, Master
Tom, misleads you, sir.

I sent the girl with a message to Sir
John.

That is all. Taking advantage of a good
and chivalrous knight.

Seeking to enlist him in some plot to
escape, no doubt.

Escape? There is no escape for me that
does not reconcile and reunite me with

lord.

I cannot release you.

For everyone will say that I am a milk
sop ruled by a woman.

Leo, sweet husband, you have a sporting
reputation.

Where is your good humor, your sense of
fair play?

Make me a sporting challenge, my lord.

By heaven, I have it.

Let everyone know that I will rescind
the tax laws if at noon tomorrow you

your white stallion before the citizens
of Coventry.

without clothes, my dear lady.

Naked?

Me, you're the whore.

You, you gorgeous creature of love,
naked as the day you were born.

If you love the common people so much,
you won't let mere modesty deter you.

But I'm sure you will not accept.

Don't cry, milady.

You heard?

It's a crazy idea.

Degrading. I know.

But you're going to do it.

97, escape suspect Stephen Pryor,
located at office building corner

and Las Palmas Boulevard.

Set up for him.

for your call.

Yeah, I got the key.

There.

All right, I'll find it and be right
over.

But you were the police. Yeah, what are
they doing here anyway?

Huh? There's a whole bunch of police
cars pulling up as I came in.

Hey, get out of here.

Absolutely, my lord.

The guard heard her talking last night
where that new serving went Sheila after

you left her chamber.

She's really going to do it?

She'll be the laughing stock of all
England.

Fear not.

My lord will not be bested by a woman.

You specified today, am I right?

She will sleep through this day like an
infant with this potion and the drink

that she takes for her breakfast.

Hey.

You know you're being followed by a
gunsel?

Huh? A guy with a gun.

I don't know who he is, but he ain't a
copper.

Being followed?

Look.

Works in the movies.

Give me the gun.

Slowly.

Wake up.

Wake up, milady.

She's been drugged.

What are we going to do?

Wait here.

I'll fetch the physician.

Oh, milady, wake up.

It's no use, Miss Godfrey.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

Please. I want to help her so much.

And it's almost time for her to take her
ride.

Use this bag of tricks.

Use your imagination and your courage.

And make your fantasy come true.

I was afraid you were going to say that.

Well, it goes nothing.

Literally.

You? I thought you... You thought I was
dead. You paid enough to have me hit.

Well, I got your man before you got me,
you double -crusted... Get him out of

here. I want the key. I don't have it.
No, but he does.

Wrong.

But on the phone, you... I lied, just
like you lied about everything, Monica.

Or whatever your name really is.

You used me, and I don't like it. I
might be young, but... No, no, no,

wrong. I didn't. I was only trying to...
Stop it!

I'm not listening to another story of
yours.

I got you pegged. You're buying
something.

Something hot.

You were afraid the heat might be on to
you, so you hired me to make the drop.

If it wasn't set up, you'd get your key.
I'd be none the wiser. If the cops were

waiting like they were, I'd take the
fall.

No, no, you see, you're right, you're
right, but I can make it all okay. I can

because I have money.

Lots of it. I have almost two million
dollars in a Swiss bank account.

I can make you a very happy man in many
ways.

What were you buying?

Secrets.

Military this time. Other times...

Industrial or personal.

And then I sell them at a great profit.

Operator, get me the police.

No!

You should have smacked her. Why the
hell did you stop yourself?

That's all those kind of dames
understand.

Bogey, I keep telling you, times have
changed.

No, they ain't.

Not really. Look, all you got to
remember is to have no illusions about

Women, business, nothing.

Be in it for what you can get.

You're operating in a corrupt society,
pal, just like I was.

So don't be above using corrupt means.

You understand?

It'll take a while, but you got the
stuff.

Sure you'll make it?

Yeah.

You could be a good one, all right.

You really think so?

He's looking at you, kid.

Nice day for a horseback ride.

Not too chilly.

Who are you?

Just a girl who came along for the ride.

Open the flap.

Now ride, m 'lady.

Shame on you! Shame on you, people of
Coventry! For shame!

Don't you understand?

Her ladyship is doing this for you!

To lift the burden of taxes from your
back so you can feed your children!

That's how much she cares for you.

Turn your eyes away.

Show her your respect.

Turn away.

Turn away. Turn away.

Sir John, help me.

Who is that?

Sheila, m 'lady. A kitchen maid that
rides like a queen.

you, Master Tom, ungrateful wretch! Let
all decent folk remember you peaked,

and may they despise your very name!

Peeping!

Madam,

you shame me with your nobility.

Forgive me.

What about the taxes, Leo?

I will rescind them, provided that
henceforth we rule together as equals.

And that you never appear like this
again.

Except in our own chamber.

Well, Mr. Pryor, how did it feel to be a
detective?

It was everything I thought it would be.

And I want to thank you for Bogie. You
were right.

Well, often it is important to receive
advice from someone who's been there

before.

What are you two talking about?

Well, Mr. Rourke provided me with the
greatest teacher that any private eye

could have.

So what now, Mr. Pryor? Will you be
returning to law school or what?

Oh, no. I'm not cut out to be a lawyer.
I found that out last semester.

No, I've got to do something that I
really like.

And I think I found it here on Fantasy
Island.

Good luck to you, then.

Here's looking at you, Mr. Rourke.

Well, you certainly gave me what I asked
for.

Literally. You a lady, Godiva?

Certainly the most celebrated equestrian
of all time.

And quite a lady.

I only hope some of her character ripped
off on me.

It's too bad you didn't do more riding.

Oh, Miss Godfrey can make up for that
when she gets home to Montana, Tattoo. I

am shipping Lancelot, my stallion, not
the donkey, I assure you, to your home

a special gift.

And there is someone who most graciously
has volunteered to coach you in your

writing. English style, of course.

A Mr. John Appensdale who happens to own
a writing club not far from where you

live.

Mr.

Rourke, thank you.

Thank you for Lancelot, for the fantasy,
for everything.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Tattoo. Goodbye.

Boss? Hmm?

That's a really writer.

What? Well, you know.

All I know is what I read in history
books, Tattoo. After all, I wasn't

Was I?