All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s05e01_show_me_a_hero

Bye -bye.

Good morning, Mark. Good morning,
Tattoo.

Ah, good morning, Julie.

Good morning, Mr. Rourke, Tattoo. And
where is my favorite goddaughter after

this morning, huh?

Actually, I was thinking.

A whole week of my summer has gone by
here with you, and... Yes?

Well, I was wondering if I could start
going with you to the plane, Doc, to

you welcome the guests.

Oh, I see.

Well, actually, that is a distinct
possibility, Julie, but not quite yet.

When you've had a little more seasoning,
yes, of course.

However, I do need your invaluable
assistance in organizing the children's

for this afternoon.

I love it, Mr. Rourke.

I knew I could rely on my favorite
godchild.

Oh, you can.

You can.

Thanks.

It's a wonderful girl, Tattoo.

I do hope she'll be able to stay with
us.

There's a lamp on the ground.

That's no lamp, Tatooine.

I had it created especially for someone
who's coming up in the world.

You mean... Yes, Tatooine. I had it done
for you.

Oh, boss. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

Ah, yes.

Mr. Matt Cain, television sports analyst
and author of a very successful

newspaper column.

After years of helping create sports
heroes, Mr. Cain's fantasy is to become

sports hero himself.

For one weekend, he wants to be a
superstar in a professional basketball

But boss, all those guys are 11 foot
tall sitting down.

Nevertheless, Mr. Kane believes that
basketball stardom is the only way he

win the heart of the woman he loves.

But can we do it?

Perhaps. But Mr. Kane may learn a cruel
reality, Tattoo, that love can be won

and lost in the very same moment.

Miss Helen Ross from Corsicana, Texas.

The guy with her don't look too happy.

Well, that is quite understandable. His
name is Mr. Theodore Kingman, and he has

asked Miss Rose to marry him, but she
has refused because of a shadow which

darkens her life and which she fears
would doom their marriage.

You see, Miss Rose's fantasy is to go
back in time to see again the young man

with whom she shared an idyllic love
affair some eight years ago.

What happened to him?

Captain John Day was a military officer
for a foreign government and reported

missing in action in a military
operation.

By seeing him again, Miss Ross
desperately hopes to test the romantic

they once shared against the reality of
her present love for Mr. Kingman.

Well, that should be easy.

Something real and in the present
against an old memory.

Ah, but it's more than a mere memory,
Tattoo. It has grown in her mind over

years to such an extent that it
threatens to destroy her every chance

happiness.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

You only knew, Miss Dwork, how I feel
about actually seeing Johnny again. Just

to talk to him one more time. Oh, I do
understand your emotions, Miss Dwork.

But I must warn you that time does not
stand still for any of us. There are

always changes.

Yes, well, yes, for me I understand, but
for Johnny, he's going to be

exactly the way I remember him.

I mean, if I go back in time eight years
before he died... You don't have to do

that. Tattoo is right, Miss Ross.

You will not be going back in time.

Excuse me, Tattoo.

I won't? No, you see, Captain John Day
did not die.

He is, in fact, living on an island not
far from here at this very moment.

Johnny is alive?

Yes, Miss Ross.

No, that can't be.

He would have let me know.

He would have said word to me. I would
have had a letter.

Nevertheless, it's true.

As for explanations, it's better, even
necessary, that Captain Day explain to

you himself.

You will be taken to the island where he
is as soon as you are ready.

I'm sorry.

I'll be ready to go.

I want to see if Mr. Kingman is ready.

Yes, that's right.

Wait a minute.

No, please.

I know that we discussed Mr. Kingman
going with me.

But under the circumstances, I don't...
Please, I don't think I can handle this.

Believe me, Miss Rose, you will find the
courage.

Now, as for Mr. Kingman accompanying
you, of course, that is your final

decision.

Well, I guess it would be right for Ted
to go.

But at this moment, I...

I'm very confused.

Have faith, Miss Ross. Have faith that
from the heart's most troubled moment

comes the courage and wisdom with which
to build new happiness.

Trust me. Please trust me.

All right, enough fooling around.
Ginger, go sit down and let these guys

practice. Skyler, you're going to have
to learn how to read a fake better than

that if you're going to make it in the
NBA.

Come on, let's see some sweats, you
clowns.

Go get them, Skye.

All right, guys.

This is the woman I love, Ginger
Donovan.

Her father's Red Donovan, the team
coach, so she's been in big -time

all her life.

Which makes you feel that only a
basketball star would have a chance to

affections. You saw her going one -on
-one with that big rookie, Skyhook

like they were made for each other.

I've got some nerve falling for her,
don't I? She's almost a foot taller than

am. When it comes to love, attitude...

is much more important than altitude.

I couldn't agree with you more, Tattoo.

That's why I take on the big sports
stars and cut them down to size in my

column.

I overdo it sometimes.

I try not to, but I... I guess I resent
being on the outside looking in.

And if I give you the ability to
function inside professional basketball,

truly believe that will enable you to
win Miss Donovan's heart?

I can't answer that, Mr. Rourke.

I just know I love her and I'd do
anything to reach her.

Anything.

The two?

What's the big deal about a pair of
sneakers?

Oh, I assure you they are unique.

They feel strange.

They are a device to assist you in
fulfilling your fantasy, Mr. Kane.

But please remember that no device can
assure love or happiness.

For such precious commodities, each of
us must look inwardly.

Well, if they help make Ginger see me as
a man worth loving, they'll be perfect.

Thanks, Mr. Rourke.

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Excuse me, can you give us directions to
the Kulahana Hotel?

Follow the path.

There.

Thank you.

Helen, are you all right?

Ted, I don't think I've ever really told
you how much I appreciate you being so

understanding and so very patient.

Well, I tried, darling. I have to admit
this hasn't been easy.

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

But you do realize this is something I
have to do.

It's not just for me. It is for us, too.

Maybe you better get on with it.

Oh,

what's with you, Schuyler?

That's a no percentage shot from ten
feet, never mind the middle of the

The rest of you clowns, you're running
around like a bunch of old ladies with a

gout. Oh, no, this is not my day.

Hello, Red.

Hello, gentlemen.

Hi,

Ginger.

Matt, what a surprise.

Listen, if you think you're going to do
another story on my team, you're crazy.

You can take that poison pen and stick
it in your ear. Yeah.

Come on, Red. You know the newspaper
game.

They wouldn't print it if I didn't pick
on somebody.

I only go after guys who can take it.

Well, today I don't feel like taking it,
all right?

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Come on, you athletes.

It's time for a skull session. If I
can't teach you to move, maybe I can

you to think. Come on. Wait a minute,
Red. Wait a minute.

Red, wait a minute. I want to try out
for the team.

Max, Daddy doesn't have much of a sense
of humor today. You ought to wait till

team practice improves before you start
kidding about playing on the basketball

team. I'm not kidding, Ginger.

Oh, Matt, you're hysterical.

What about Skyhook Skyler? You don't
think he's hysterical?

No, but he's... Well, Sky's... Okay,
look it.

If you think you can beat me...

I'll get Daddy to take a look at you
professionally.

Now you're talking.

I'll get my shoes on.

How'd you like the move?

You were fantastic, especially for
somebody so... So short, right?

Maybe I'm really super shrimp in
disguise.

Matt, I was going to say for somebody so
non -athletic. I mean, a guy of your

background, a writer?

Matt, how come every time we begin to
talk, I feel as though you're pushing me

away? What about Skyhook? Does he push
you away, too?

Thanks for the basketball lesson.

Ginger? Ginger?

Oh, boy.

There I go, snatching defeat from the
jaws of victory.

Ted, I think I'm afraid.

You want to give it up? You know I can't
do that.

All right.

For what it's worth, I love you now and
forever. Remember that.

Enough.

Looks like we both lose.

Uh -huh.

Composing team got the rebound.

What are you doing wrong, Skyler?

Uh, well, I just, you know, I smothered
the outlet pass and then I... No, no,

no, no.

You drift back to avoid a mismatch.

That's not, you know, too complicated
for you, is it, son?

Oh, boy.

Sorry to interrupt your little
kindergarten, Red, but I suppose Ginger

I'm ready for my tryout with the team.

Yeah, she said you had a couple of
moves.

You really are kidding, aren't you?

No, I'm serious.

I want a chance to show you I can play.

You won't regret it.

Well, no, I'm sure I won't regret it.
Well, all right, three o 'clock this

afternoon, you'll be on the court, and
we'll take it from there.

I hope nobody regrets it.

I think Mr. Poison Pan has finally just
taken one step too

many.

He has been backbiting and fault
-finding us for years, and now he's come

into our camp, and I want him
humiliated.

But, Daddy, won't not making the team be
punishment enough?

Not near enough.

No, it's time he had a taste of his own
medicine.

Let's get some practice, guys. I want
you to clobber that little shrimp this

afternoon. Come on.

But, Daddy, Matt could get hurt. Oh,
come on. Don't worry.

That Ginger sure is a wonderful girl.

I just wish she liked me as much as she
likes that Matt Cain.

How do you know she doesn't? Oh, come
on.

I mean, look at me. I'm a stork with gym
shoes on.

I see a very nice man who just happens
to be very tall.

You mean you're not going to ask me how
the weather is up here?

No. Not if you don't ask me how it is to
look at kneecaps all day long.

I guess we kind of have the same
problem, only in reverse, don't we?

We don't have a problem.

If people cannot see us the way we
really are, well, they're the one with a

problem.

Yeah. I just never looked at it that
way.

You make a lot of sense, Tattoo.

Oh, thank you.

Let's go see the game.

Let's go.

Johnny, what happened?

Why didn't you try to find me?

Why didn't you call or write something?

Does that matter now?

Matter? It was eight years.

I lived with eight years of torture, of
doubt, the pain.

I'm sorry.

It's a long story.

Well, I want to hear it. I've got to
know.

You see, a lot of it I still can't talk
about.

It was an intelligence operation, you
know.

Secrecy vows and all of that kind of
thing.

That's all in the past.

You're here now.

And so am I, Johnny. It was eight years
out of our lives.

I know, I know.

I was captured.

I was held a prisoner a long time.

A long, long time.

I don't like talking about that.

I finally escaped.

Well, when you escaped, why didn't you
have someone get word to me?

No, hey, hey, hold it.

There were reasons.

There's a lot of time for all your
questions.

What matters is now, right?

We've got each other again.

We've got today.

We've got tomorrow. We've got the day
after.

It's not that simple.

You just don't understand.

Johnny, I have been true to you and your
memory for eight years.

There's never been anybody else.

Never. Not even that guy that was with
you at the hotel?

No.

His name is Ted Kingman and he wants to
marry me. Well, that's his problem.

I'll get you back now.

It's not that simple.

And when you escaped, why didn't you try
to find me? Tell me.

Hey, look at it my way, will you? I was
locked up.

Time went by.

Years. There was no future. There was no
anything.

I guess... I just gave up any dreams
about you.

Or any other woman.

Forgive me, baby.

I love you.

I told my guys not to hold back, Cain.

You could get stomped on. You want to
back out, now's the time to say so.

Matt! Matt, be careful!

Let's play ball.

Let's go.

I take back everything I ever said about
you, everything I ever thought about

you. That was the best exhibition of
basketball knowledge and execution that

have ever seen.

Does this mean I made the team?

Well, not exactly.

You see, if I take somebody on the
squad, I got to throw somebody off the

The big man there is the only rookie we
got.

Wait a second, coach. You can't cut me.

Simmer down, will you? I'm not going to
cut you.

That's for you and Kane to decide who
stays, who goes.

Tomorrow.

All right, you clowns, take a shower. A
long one.

Guy.

Don't give up on yourself.

A lot of thinking in the past hour, Mr.
Rourke. My love for her.

Her love for me.

Our future together.

Until now, I've had to fight a shadow, a
ghost. But all that's changed now.

What do you intend to do?

Go back and fight for the woman I love.

Most commendable, Mr. Kingman.

But remember this. Beyond action, one
also needs a very special kind of

understanding. An understanding that all
things or people...

are not necessarily as they may seem.

And that change is inevitable, even as
it was in the Garden of Eden.

I don't want to win by some kind of
default, Mr. Rourke, if that's what

saying. I want to win because she loves
me. That is not what I was saying, Mr.

King. Go, fight for your woman, fight
for her, but do so with understanding

true love, for she will need them both.

I have the feeling you're trying to tell
me something, and I'm missing it, that

I don't understand.

But you will, Mr. Kingman, you will.

I promise you.

Thank you.

What did you think of my playing today?
It was even better than I was with you,

wasn't it?

Yes, Matt, you should be very pleased
with yourself.

I didn't do it for myself. I did it for
you.

I wanted to show you I could make it in
your world, because I love you.

But, Matt, why didn't you ever say that
before?

You would have laughed in my face.

No, first I would have had to stand in a
chair, then you would have laughed in

my face.

I mean, those guys you hang out with are
giraffes.

What would you want with a yappy little
schnauzer like me?

Matt, remember the times we talked about
art, music, and poetry while the team

was on the road?

Why do you think I did that?

You were probably lonely, so you had to
put up with me.

Well, I can play with the big boys now,
so you won't have to make allowances

anymore.

Ginger, I want to marry you.

You know, for a smart man, you don't
understand anything.

Not about yourself.

Indefinitely not about me or the way I
am.

Oh, Matt.

Ginger?

Ginger, I love you. Why do you keep
walking away from me?

Johnny B., can't we talk now? Of course
we'll talk. This party's for us,

sweetheart. These are my friends. Enjoy
yourself.

Come on.

No, I don't want to.

Come on.

Follow me. Let's go.

Come on. Come on. Come on. I don't want
to.

Just follow me, honey, and let yourself
go.

I can't. I don't know how. Then I'll
teach you. Come on.

Please. This isn't for us.

It's what I want. It's the life I've
chosen. Do you understand?

It is my life.

Nothing went wrong, Mr. Kane. Your
fantasy is proceeding in a totally

predictable manner.

Wrong. I don't love basketball. I love
Ginger Donovan.

Now I probably lost her to some jock
like Skyhook Skyler.

I bet she's been crazy about him all
along. It's odd that you should mention

Skyler.

He happens to be visiting the two at
this very moment.

I've got nothing to say to him.

I don't want you to talk. I want you to
listen.

Not as a reporter waiting to hear a
quotable remark.

This time I want you to listen with your
heart, Mr. Kane.

You sure that canvas is big enough to
get all of me on it?

No sweat.

The hardest part is to put your soul
into it.

But that's what an artist has to do.

Yeah, I guess soul is important, all
right.

But I'm more concerned with playing
basketball the best that I can.

Basketball players and painters have
special gifts.

And if you don't have a soul, you cannot
make it.

So the bottom line is, you have to know
who you are as a person. See?

I was just never too thrilled at who I
am.

I mean...

That's why being a star athlete is so
important to me.

It makes me more than who I am.

Like the boss say, we should love
ourselves because God is in each of us.

And that's why we are very, very special
person.

See?

You have to believe in yourself.

I've been a fool.

If Ginger could love me... It's got to
be for the me behind the typewriter, not

the basketball whiz I've been trying to
be.

Anything else would be a lie.

She'd be better off with Skyler.

You still assume she loves him because
he's tall and athletic.

Well, Mr. Kane, you are not the first
man to refuse to accept the truth.

Because he cannot accept himself.

I know what I have to do.

Thank you, mister.

Just a minute.

Forgive me for intruding so late, Miss
Rose.

It's all right.

Come in, Mr. Rohr. Thank you.

Changes. Yes.

So many things I don't understand.

So many answers I want from Johnny, and
he won't even explain. He won't even

talk to me.

What would you have him talk about, Miss
Ross?

Of young and romantic love.

Of love which comes at first sight
between strangers.

Love which is love for its own sake,
quick and easy, without question or

judgment. Is that wrong?

No.

But that kind of love is so...
Primitive, Miss Ross.

That is the love that was shared by the
creatures of the woods and the jungles

when the world was young.

In the days when man found the soul, a
troublesome thing.

Something to be ignored, suppressed.

Soul? Oh, of course.

Love to endure must also have a soul.

An essence.

A reality.

I've kept our love alive, very real, all
of these years.

Perhaps you have sustained only a tender
memory of a wonderful, although

primitive, moment. But only a moment,
after all.

No, it was fate that separated us and
cheated us. Our love would have grown

together. I'm sure of it. The tragedy of
such love, love of passion only,

is not separation.

Or even death, Miss Ross.

It is time.

And time can bring indifference. That is
a tragedy.

But indifference is something you will
never suffer with, Mr. Kingman.

I've been thinking a lot about Ted this
evening and...

Don't you see?

If I don't get these questions answered
and talk to Johnny, no matter what the

answer is, nothing will ever be right
for us.

Then you must indeed talk to him.

Do you think you could find him before
Ted gets here?

I will send Captain Day to you in the
morning.

He will meet you in the bar next door.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Good night, Miss Russell.

Good night.

Hello, Johnny.

Boy, do I need a pick -me -up.

There,

that's better.

What do you see, sweetheart?

A godlike youth that used to be?

Wasn't there a poet or somebody that
said, man is actually a god in ruins?

He must have had me in mind.

Johnny, all those questions I wanted you
to answer and all those things I

wanted to talk out made...

Maybe I was wrong about that.

I don't mind talking.

Maybe they're just not all that
important.

Maybe not today.

Maybe not even tomorrow, but sooner or
later. Every woman I've ever known wants

to know the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help of God.

Okay. Now, you said you wanted to know
the truth.

Well, why not?

Why not?

Why not start from the beginning?

That so -called mission.

You know what really happened?

I deserted, baby.

I chickened out.

Some people call it being a coward.

And I've been on the run ever since.

That's why I'm hiding out in a backwater
dump like this island.

All I ever really cared about was that
you loved me.

No.

I'm just not getting through to you, am
I?

Don't you hear what I'm trying to say,
Helen?

No, you'll have to make it very clear to
me, Johnny. Okay, I guess I owe you

that. Yes.

You asked me a question yesterday.

Why didn't I try to find you, remember?

Yes. The reason was simple enough. I
didn't want to.

Why not?

I'm just not the kind of a guy who ever
made a commitment.

Not to himself, not to his country, and
not to you.

Johnny.

Everybody makes a commitment to
something or somebody, sometime.

Oh, yeah, in a way, yes, sure.

I made mine to a fast buck.

Women, in general, you know what I mean.

For a while I kidded myself that what I
couldn't take was seeing the woman I

loved getting old.

But I knew that wasn't the real reason.

What is the real reason?

I just didn't want the experience of
looking at her.

Even you, Helen, knowing that this woman
I once couldn't bear out of my sight

just didn't matter to me anymore.

That I didn't give a damn whether I ever
saw her again.

And that's the real truth.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Thank you.

At last.

Kate! Come on, let's do it.

You're right there. I had to put on my
shoes.

Well, listen, I know how much this means
to both you guys, so I told the rest of

the team to stay in the locker room
until we make a decision.

Okay,

big man, take it out whenever you're
ready.

Good luck, Skye.

You're a great player, and you've got a
brilliant career in the league.

Luck to you, too, Mr. Kane.

Hey, wait a minute. What's going on here
anyway?

What are you, dogging it, Kane?

Where are all those fancy moves you were
laying on everybody yesterday?

Fresh out of moves, Red.

What you see is all there is.

Sky's the man you want.

I don't need charity, Kane, if that's
what this is all about.

It's not charity, Sky.

It's called telling it like it is.

I wrote it up and taped it for my next
TV show.

Look and listen.

Dateline, Kane's corner.

The shortest career in NBA just came to
an unlamented halt when yours truly,

Matthew Kane, was beaten out for a
starting berth on the top headers by Al

Skyhook Skyler.

Although Kane had a few nifty moves,
Skyler really had the qualities the game

needs. Talent, class, and a heart bigger
than his contract.

Also, Skyler has guts, a commodity Kane
lacks.

Or he would have long ago pulled himself
up to his full height, five -two and

one -quarter, and told one Ginger
Donovan that he sees her face in his

thought, and that he's had the audacity
to love her even though they're worlds

apart.

Matt, wait!

Matt, don't you know that's all I ever
wanted to hear?

Not about basketball and height and all
that stuff.

Just that you needed me.

That you wanted me.

You must hurry, Captain.

I don't know how you managed to get here
ahead of me, Mr. Rourke.

I'm sorry, but I have to do this my own
way.

If you want Helen, you're going to have
to fight for her, Captain, starting

right now. Mr. Kingman, please.

I'm not very good at this sort of thing,
so you'll probably take me apart,

but... No, that's enough. That's enough.

That's enough.

Now, so that we all understand what this
is all about, listen to me.

At first, I thank you all for accepting
your roles and playing them so well,

without question.

But it would be unfair for you not to
know the truth.

Especially you, Mr. Kingman.

Eight years ago, Captain John Day
deserted a military mission and stole a

deal of money from a foreign power.

A guard was killed and Captain Day was
caught.

He's serving a life sentence without
chance of parole.

But he's here. How can that be?

I have certain influence, Mr. Kingman.

When I told Captain Day of Miss Ross's
fantasy, he agreed to cooperate, and I

arranged for a weekend of freedom.

To do what?

To set a woman free, Mr. Kingman.

To convince Miss Ross that the romance
she has clung to is in itself merely a

fantasy created in her mind by time and
mystery.

And an unkind fate.

Captain Day and my friends here have
acted out a drama upon which the final

curtain has fallen.

Captain Day has just sent away forever
the only woman he has ever loved.

You pack a pretty good punch.

Good luck.

We can't thank you both enough.

Mr. Rourke, tattoos.

We'll never forget what you've done for
us. Thank you. Never.

Bye. Goodbye.

Thanks.

Mr. Rourke, I want to thank you.

Can't tell you what these tropical
breezes have done for the benefit of the

team? Well, I'm delighted.

Nothing did as good as the talks I had
with Tattoo.

Thanks, little buddy.

You're welcome.

Come on, big man.

You seem very pleased, my friend.

You know, boss, once in a while it's
very nice to find out what a big man I

Indeed.

Bye.

Ross. Thank you. Mr. Kingman.

Livingston. We have a lot of wedding
plans to complete, Tattoo. Indeed.

By heart, here's congratulations to you
both.

Thank you. You knew this would happen
all the time, didn't you, Mr. Rourke?

I remember your little speech about
wisdom, faith, and courage.

And happiness.

Oh, yes.

Happiness above all. Thank you.

Goodbye, Tattoo.

Thank you. Bye, Miss Kingman.

Boss,

Miss Scott will never know the truth
about Captain Day, will she, boss? No,

the truth.

Except a very special kind of truth,
perhaps. A truth that gives without

A truth that will bless every remaining
day of her life.

That sounds more like love to me.

How wise you have become, my friend. How
wise indeed.