All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s05e02_devil_and_mr_roarke_ziegfeld

The plant!

The plant!

Good morning, Buck. Good morning,
Tattoo.

Good morning, Mr. Rourke. Good morning,
Julie.

Good morning.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Boss, it must be a mistake.

Why is that?

Because... The passenger list said that
two showgirls were supposed to arrive.

And so they are.

Those ladies are Miss Joan Michaels and
Miss Ruby Rogers from a senior citizen's

retirement home in Leith Summit,
Missouri.

Their fantasy is to appear in our
fantasy island revival of the Ziegfeld

Ah, Mr. Rourke, I'm sure they're very
nice ladies, but are they up to it?

Oh, it won't be all that difficult.

You see, those ladies were once Broadway
stars of the original Sick Phil Follies

of 1926.

Oh, that's nice. We're letting them be
young again.

Unfortunately, it will test their
friendship to the limit.

Possibly destroy it for all time.

Who is that man, Mr. Rourke?

He calls himself Mr. Nick.

His real name is Mephistopheles.

You mean the devil?

Yes.

The prince of darkness. The incarnation
of evil.

What does he want here?

My ardent enemy claims to be on a
holiday.

Actually, he has come to ensnare that
which he has always coveted.

What's that, boss?

My immortal soul.

Boss, that's terrible.

Let me help you.

Thank you, my friend, but I have a very
special assignment for you.

Why do you let Satan come here?

Both of you must realize that evil
exists in all the world.

Unfortunately, I have no power to keep
it off Fantasy Island.

Mr. Ned Plummer, a shoe salesman from
Brooklyn, New York.

He is an ardent admirer and serious
student of the Old West, especially that

flamboyant and deadly breed of men, the
outlaws.

You mean like Jesse James or the Dalton
boys?

Precisely. But Mr. Plummer has a very
special interest in another outlaw of

same period, a certain Kid Corey, who
disappeared with the profits of the

million -dollar bank robbery in American
history.

Don't tell me Mr. Plummer wants to go
back in time to steal the loot.

You mean take it away from Kid Corey?

Julie, Tattoo, you both underestimate
the depths of Mr. Plummer's scholarly

dedication.

His fantasy is indeed to go back to the
days of the Old West, but only so he may

be, for one weekend, a member of the
Outlaw Clan and actually meet in person

legendary Kid Corey himself.

But, boss, if Kid Corey figure it out
just like you did, Mr.

Plumber's going to get shot.

That is a possibility that has not
eluded my consideration, Patu.

And I will alert Mr. Plumber of that
very real danger.

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

Welcome, Fantasy Island.

Francis, no, no, no, no, no. You circle.
You keep circling around.

That's it.

Keep your heads up and your arms up.

I said, come on, heads up. Get your
heads up.

And smile.

Smile. That's it. Big smile.

Big smile.

Ah, the great Florence Ziegfeld herself.

Indeed.

Girls, remember, the posture.

Keep it right.

The costumes are lovely.

Oh, thank you.

Might I take a look?

Oh, by all means. Julie, will you escort
Miss Rogers?

Certainly. Billy, come on, smile.

Smile.

Do you think we're too silly old ladies
for wanting this fantasy, Mr. Rourke?

No, on the contrary, I think it's
charming.

Well, you see, we want to taste those
times again.

Have a wonderful day, Mr.

Rourke.

We have the courage to be cour...

and we were so confident and proud of
ourselves.

It was Broadway.

Great white flag.

Oh, grandmother, it is you.

Oh, grandmother.

Oh, I know. What am I doing here, right?

Well, what else? I'm following in your
footsteps.

I'm trying out for the Bigfield Girls
revival.

I bet that's why you're here, too,
right?

Um, to see it.

Right.

Well, Billy, this is quite a surprise.

Oh, it's me.

Oh, I want you to meet Carl Wagner. He's
directing the show.

How do you do?

Mr. Rourke, this talkative young lady
here is my granddaughter, Billy

How do you do, Miss Michaels?

I know Mr. Wagner, of course.

Hi, boss. How you doing?

Phyllis told me a lot about you, Miss
Michaels.

Maybe you'll drop by rehearsal later on
and give me a few pointers on how it's

done in the old days.

The old days?

Of course. I'd love to.

Great. Great. Now, I've got things to
do, so I'd better go.

See you in a minute, honey, okay?

Okay.

Isn't he wonderful?

I know I'm in love, and I think he is,
too.

I'll see you later.

Mr. Rourke, just what are you trying to
pull off?

I beg your pardon?

We didn't come here to tell anyone how
the show was done in the good old days.

If that's all there is to it, I'd have
stayed home.

Now, you make us young or we're going to
leave Fantasy Island.

Dangerous. Of course I know it could be
dangerous.

Kid Corey is supposed to have killed 27
men, and he didn't even count

foreigners.

If he thinks that you are here to take
away the $1 million he stole from the

bank, you may be the 28th. That too is
right, Mr. Plummer.

You must understand, everything in your
fantasy will be real.

Everything, including guns and bullets.

That's why I'm here. Look.

I'm a shoe salesman from Brooklyn who's
never been west of the Hudson.

This could be the biggest thing that
happens to me.

Let's hope it is not the last thing that
happens.

Don't worry.

I've read everything in the public
library about the Old West. I know Kid

better than he knew himself.

He was a Robin Hood, a ladies' man, an
adventurer, romantic.

Look, I even had a copy made of this
wanted poster of him.

It looks very much like you.

Very well, Mr. Plummer.

You've convinced me.

The two.

Now, if you'll just step this way,
please.

You're kidding. A sawhorse?

Yes, if you'll just sit in the saddle,
please.

Really?

You're serious?

Oh, very serious indeed.

Well, here I go.

One usually gets on a horse from the
left side.

Of course, I was just testing.

No, Mr. Plummer.

The left leg.

Oh, yes.

I feel a little foolish up here.

You want your fantasy to begin, don't
you?

Mr. Rourke, do you... Mr. Rourke?

Mr. Mr. Rourke?

Remember, Mr. Corey, the bullets will be
real.

Mr. Rourke, Mr. Rourke.

Ooh.

Hey, this is great.

Rock!

You have come to my party. How nice.

You brought your lovely godchild. Can I
get you a drink?

No, thank you.

Loosen up, Raw.

I'm not here on business. I'm taking a
few days off.

A vacation?

You?

Even the devil needs his rest.

I cannot tell you how tiring it is doing
evil day in, day out.

Yes, poor Satan.

Burnout must be an occupational hazard
in your profession.

Well, I would be delighted to arrange
for your early retirement.

Believe me, Rock, I would love to step
down.

But what can I do?

There is such a demand for my services.

Yes, but you did not come to Fantasy
Island to trap such easy prey, did you?

Do you know my mind?

No, but I know your game.

It never changes.

You are after my immortal soul.

Yours?

Oh, what?

What ego?

There are other souls here that are
worth having, too, you know.

I did warn you that we would meet again,
didn't I?

This time.

I will win.

I'll bet you don't.

Julie, it is most unwise to wager with
the devil.

Why don't you join me at the party?

Oh, I can show you some real action.

You get away from me.

Very well.

We'll talk later.

When your keeper is not around.

You must be very careful, Julie.

I'm afraid that now you are in grave
danger, too.

Yes?

May we come in? Oh, by all means, please
do.

Well, ladies, are you ready?

For what?

I beg your pardon?

Well, don't hinder. You've already
botched things up so far.

Well, I will try to do better.

Joanie! Joanie, that's us!

Oh, I was so beautiful.

Yes, Ruby, you've told me before.

Mr. Rourke, we, uh...

Really look like that again?

Oh, yes.

With certain conditions.

Well, anything.

You say it and we'll do it, whatever it
is.

Very well.

Have a seat, won't you?

Please.

First, you must never tell anyone under
any conditions that you are only having

a fantasy or it will end immediately.

Agreed?

Please remember that...

You will return to your present ages
after this weekend, and nothing can

that. Nothing.

Well, half a loaf or even a few crumbs
are better than none.

Of course, you remember the song that
Florence Ziegfeld made famous in his

Glorification of the American beauty.

He called you the most beautiful women
in the world.

Think back to those times.

The early twenties.

Remember how it was?

Remember how you looked?

The greats of the Ziegfeld Follies. Ah,
yes, their names were legendary indeed.

W .C. Fields.

Al Jolson.

And Eddie Cantor.

George M. Cohan.

Will Rogers.

Music by George Gershwin.

Satisfactory? Oh,

Mr. Rourke.

We take it all back.

You're wonderful.

Look at these legs.

There's not a varicose vein anywhere.

Well, I certainly don't need my cane,
Mr. Rourke. Please.

Billy's young man wanted to know how it
was done in the old days.

Let's tell him!

The question is, boy, who the hell are
you?

Hey, Red, who do you reckon the guy in
the black suit is?

Who do you think?

That's some gunslinger the kid hired to
knock us off so he can get away clean

with all the money.

Always thinking, that kid.

Yeah, well, ain't no smelly old goat
like that gonna out -thank Red O2.

Up, sir.

I'll con him.

And when he shows himself, you two shoot
him.

Now you be ready.

Hey, kid!

It's your old pal, Red.

We don't mean no harm.

We just want to palaver about that
little misunderstanding.

You hear me, kid Tori?

What?

Why did he call you Kid Cory?

Well, Robin Banks takes quite a toll on
a man.

I'm younger and I look.

I'm not talking about your age. I'm
talking about your name.

Look at this.

This is the real Kid Cory.

That's me before I grew my beard.

Perfect likeness.

Looks to me like the printer messed up.

Who are these guys, anyway?

Well, Sanders is that little squirt.

A fallen ribbon salesman. Big Ed's the
tall one.

He was a devout pickpocket till I took
him in tow.

And the other guy?

That's Retto, too.

Triple bigamist.

Killer. You know, the usual run -of -the
-mill types.

Sure. These are your...

These are your ex -partners in crime who
you double -crossed and now they're

coming after you to get their share of
the loot.

That's right. And I'd have got away with
it, too, if my horse hadn't gone lame.

Yeah.

How come you're so old -fired interested
in me? How? Well, that's because you're

the first man to get away with a million
-dollar bank robbery in American

history. I've read everything there is
about you.

You read about me?

Why, we dropped that bank over. It
wasn't two hours ago.

You sure you ain't one of them Pinkerton
men trying to set a trap for me, Mark?

No, no, no. No, no, no way. My name is
Ned Plummer. I'm from Brooklyn, and this

is all my fantasy.

I paid for it.

You can check with Mr. Rourke about this
whole thing. I believe you, boy. Yeah.

I believe you. You should have told me
this in the first place. I'd have

understood. And as soon as I have time,
I'll do what you say there. I'll check

with this Mr. Stork and find out what...
No, Rourke. Rourke. Yeah, well,

whatever. Yeah, yeah.

See, the thing is, I'm in a little
trouble here, and seeing as how you

highly of me... Yeah, sure, kid.

I'm going to sky around and see if I can
find us a way out of here.

I want you to keep your eyes on me,
polecats.

You keep them pinned down and watch for
me to give you the signal to join me.

You can rely on me.

I'm going to do just that, kid.

You start shooting now!

What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm just taking the air. I get so
few opportunities on my job.

Julie, I hope I'm not late.

Julie, help.

Help.

Help me.

Julie, do something.

I'm sinking.

What's a pity?

It looks like she's going to die.

It is such a shame. She's so beautiful.

Please, help her.

Julie, get me out of here.

You really do want me to help you, don't
you?

You know who I am.

Look, I want to make one thing perfectly
clear.

You are calling on the powers of
darkness for help. Am I correct?

For now.

We'll meet later.

We have business to discuss.

Come on, look, just take five, take
five.

Not good.

Flo would have died. Well, it just lacks
Flo's short hand and feeling.

I suppose you two knew the immortal Flo
himself, hmm?

Well, you might say we know his style
intimately.

Ah, great.

So everybody's an expert.

You weren't even a twinkle in your
father's eye when Ziegfeld was around.

fact... Your father probably wasn't even
a twinkle in his father's eye.

That's true.

Ruby reads a lot.

Well, maybe you could just show us
exactly what you think the real Flo

have done.

My pleasure.

Okay.

Here's the secret.

When you're up there, you aren't just
dancers and you aren't just showgirls.

You're Ziegfeld girls.

You're the best.

It isn't just a walk or a step.

It's an attitude.

You're American women.

You're the most beautiful women in the
world.

Believe that.

Tell that to the audience and they'll
believe it too because they know it's

true.

May we have some music, please?

Show the movie.

A pretty girl is like a

melody that haunts you night

and day.

I'll just stay.

That's enough.

That gives you the idea?

Ruby, you were wonderful.

Was I?

Yes. Coming down those stairs, you were
really the most beautiful woman I have

ever seen.

Tell me more.

I'd love to.

Uh, let's... Let's talk for a minute,
Ruby.

Don't go away.

No.

Girls, take an early lunch break, will
you?

Leave them alone.

You know I've always had a weakness for
directors and producers and stars and

other people's husbands.

That was a long time ago.

But this isn't.

He belongs to Billy.

He belongs to whoever can get him.

To quote you, if I knew then what I know
now.

Well, I do know now, and I'm going to
hear it.

They've got their whole life ahead of
them, and all I've got is just this one

weekend.

You can't ruin two lives.

Not again, and I'll stop you this time.

No, you won't, Joanie.

You can't.

Tattoo! Boy, are you a sight for sore
eyes.

And sore feet.

Mr. Plumber, are you enjoying your
fantasy?

I have to give in. Mr. Rourke was right.
Everything is all messed up. And Kid

Corey is nothing but a treacherous,
rotten, dirty old you -know -what.

That poster of his is even a phony.

Let's go back to Fantasy Island.

Mr. Plumber, I don't think you
understand.

I thought that my boss told you that.

Once you start your fantasy, you cannot
turn back.

Are you kidding?

He stole my horse.

He's probably 20 miles away from here by
now. And he set me up to be killed. Me,

his greatest fan. If I get my hands on
him, I'm going to take and get... Mr.

Plumber, if you go in that direction,
you will find Kid Curry.

And when you do, well, let your
conscience be your guide.

Hmm, conscience.

That old fox is probably 20, 30 miles
out there by now.

Tattoo, you're gone.

Are

you

going somewhere?

To see Mr. Rock.

He'll know how to deal with you.

He's not your master anymore.

I am.

Never. But you made a deal with me to
save that girl.

Only after you trapped her, you were
going to let her die.

Nevertheless, we have a contract.

It's the standard form.

I did your bidding. Now it is your turn
to do mine.

You will never have power over me.

I already have.

You belong to me.

Mr. Rock.

Ah, Julie.

I'm glad you came.

I am very concerned. Please sit down.

I have done battle with the devil on
many occasions.

And I have always managed to outwit him.

He seems so arrogant, so frightening, so
sure of himself.

Perhaps he feels the law of our riches
that against me this time.

In any case, I have laid a trap for him.

Let me help you, please.

Yes.

Yes.

I want you to keep this safe for me.
What is it?

Something which will sway the odds in
our favor.

What's in it? No, that's a secret I
cannot reveal to anyone.

But whatever you do, you must not open
this box.

I must have your word on it.

I promise, of course.

Good.

Keep the box with you at all times.

I will tell you more later when I can.

I'll guard it with my life.

I know you will.

That's right, Julie.

I'm here.

Inside of you.

You belong to me.

You can come out now, kid.

I know you're around here somewhere.

All I want is my horse.

How'd you find me?

Well, Tattoo said that I... Never mind.
I followed your trail, you dirty double

-crosser.

Won't do you no good to flatter me, I
ain't cutting you in, boy.

How much you say I got away with?

In cash?

A million dollars.

One billion dollars?

Sounds like enough to comfort me in my
old age, don't it?

That's stolen money.

No good can come from ill -gotten gains.

Lordy me, boy, what world you been
living in?

Maybe you're one of them gun -toting
preachers that's been cluttering up this

territory.

No. I'm just a shoe salesman who
believed all that baloney about the

of the West.

Robin Hood. You're nothing but a smelly,
backstabbing, double -dealing,

treacherous old curmudgeon.

Nobody calls me old. Well, I do. And now
I'm going to go over

there and get on my horse and ride out
of here. And I hope I never set my eyes

on you again.

You'd be a lot safer if you'd turn
around. I never shoot nobody in the

Well, maybe you better make an exception
in this case. Because I have had it up

to here with you. And now I am going to
take that gun.

Maybe we better skedaddle out of here.

Oh, no.

I'm tired of you and your friends
messing up my fantasy.

Uh -huh.

Okay. Okay, you...

to my imagination anyhow.

Here is the box.

Thank you, Julie.

We will build a fire of juniper wood and
burn the contents of the box.

It's a vital condition.

But the brick won't burn.

has confirmed my worst fears.

Julie would not have known about the
brick.

My godchild would never have broken her
word and looked inside the box.

I know what you have done.

Not bad, Rock. That brick really had me
going. It was a clever ruse.

It was nothing compared to the
convoluted deviousness of your traps.

You are after me, and yet you ensnare
Julie of all people.

Oh, come on now, Rourke. You didn't
think I'd be such a fool as to attack

directly. Not with your dear little
godchild so near at hand.

Ready to be plucked.

She hasn't had an evil thought in all
her life.

All the more reason, Rourke.

Why, I delight in a downfall.

Excuse me.

One moment.

I will talk to Julie.

Too late.

Get out of my way.

Julie, you must hear me.

As long as you are alive, Julie, you are
the master of your own soul.

No one, no power can take from you your
choice of heaven or hell.

While you breathe, I will help.

Join in your will to...

There was no need to be violent, Rourke.

All you had to do was ask me politely
and I would have left her body. You

know it's her soul I'm after.

And I will take that.

At midnight.

Tomorrow.

No.

Please, save me.

Rourke, there is a way.

Yes.

She is mine.

Unless... Of course, you offer me your
soul in place of hers.

I think you'll agree.

I know you better than you know
yourself.

And you are not the sort of man to let
your godchild down.

It's checkmate, Brock.

At midnight tomorrow, you will agree to
serve me.

Chester. Well, what is it now, old man?

Now, that's just the point, Sheriff,
Your Honor.

I'm just a poor old man that was
kidnapped by the kid there.

You know, that murder and bank robbing
kid, Corey, there.

Well, I know that one of you is.

Oh, Sheriff, Your Worship, I'm just a
snake oil peddler that he robbed and

kidnapped and made go along with him for
company.

You saw him run off those three enemies
of his.

You mean he's a killer?

Isn't there some kind of a reward or
something out for capturing him and

him? A reward?

Yes, sir. There is, Sheriff.

Oh, I remember now. Yeah, it's $1 ,000.

And I can prove that he's the kid.

Proof positive.

You're positive?

Yes, sir.

first. It's in his vest pocket there.
It's a wanted poster with his picture on

it. Big as life. He's very proud of it.

I'll check first.

Let's take a look at this poster.

All right, Chester. Adios, old man.

What's he doing out there?

Remember now thy creator in the days of
thy youth and the evil days that set her

there. Repent, you sinner! Repent!

You, sir.

You are an honor to your profession,
sir. Good day, sir.

You're not letting him go. That's Kid
Corey. He's a killer, a bank robber.

Lying and trickery will do you no good
now.

And carrying this around will just
stretch your neck, kid.

Chester, we get the trial started right
away.

Yes, sir. I'll round up the boys, Matt.

We're going to talk.

Excuse us, please.

Tell him to go or I'll end all of this
right now for both of us.

Carl, let me talk to her alone, okay?

Will I see you later?

Yeah, later.

Have you forgotten what you are?

What we both really are?

Two old ladies having a last fantasy.

No, I'm young, even if it's just for a
little while.

And, Joanie, I really love him.

You've never loved anybody in your whole
life but yourself, Ruby.

All right, maybe that's true. Maybe
that's why I really need to love someone

now.

Your need was always to take someone
away from somebody else.

We were friends.

Working together in the follies. Really
friends.

Still, you needed my husband.

Broke up our marriage.

Yet we stayed friends.

No. Not always.

I hated you so much.

I once bought a gun and was going to
kill you.

Later, it didn't seem to matter anymore.
There'd been enough unhappiness.

It's different.

Carl's young, and he belongs to Billy.

Let them be young and happy together.

This time, let the other woman win.

For me.

For yourself.

Joanie, I never knew that you ever
really hated me.

That was a long time ago.

And you don't have to worry about nobody
loving you anymore.

Because I love you.

Your affairs are in order, Julie.

Yes.

You understand everything I have told
you? Yes, I understand.

Don't be afraid, Julie.

I'm sorry.

I can't help it.

You're stronger than you know.

I won't let you down, Mr. Rourke.

The devil isn't infallible, you know.

There are many ways to slip through his
traps.

I have done it many times.

But how?

I have an idea that might work.

A scheme in his own design.

But first, we must have the most serious
conversation two people can have.

It is a question of how much we love and
trust each other.

All right, boys, let's have a little
quiet and get this thing over with. Now,

this here be proof positive that this is
the man, and I be claiming the reward.

Now, you wants to confess?

No, I do not want to confess. I'm
innocent.

This is all just a fantasy.

I'm not Kid Cory. Look, I'm a shoe
salesman from Brooklyn, and I... Will

just shut now?

Who?

Who in tarnation are you?

My dear man, I'm Sissy Dalrymple of the
New York Daily News.

And this is my assistant, Donald.

I'm at large in the West doing a story
about...

quaint and colorful characters.

Someone said there was a famous
desperado imprisoned here.

Oh, ladies ain't allowed at a hangin'.
You don't look so desperate to me,

man.

It's not me. That's him over there.

That's Kid Cory, the killer and bank
robber.

Oh, my, this is exciting, Mr. Ripple.

Yeah.

Kid, cool, yeah?

Hmm.

He does look a little quaint at that.

And cute, too.

Look, lady, will you help me get out of
here? I'm in it.

Ooh, wish I could say that.

I wish we had more time, kid. We could
write a story together, if you know what

I mean.

But don't worry.

I'll use my imagination.

Oh, wait!

Don't you want to hear the truth?

Look, what about your editorial
responsibility? You know, the power of

press.

Nobody leaves.

What about Kid Corey? He's getting away
with a million dollars.

Smile.

Now, we're going to get on with this
trial.

Wait a minute. You can't have a trial
without a judge.

Oh, well, Matt's the judge, too.

Correct.

Duly elected.

Best hanging judge we ever had.

Now, everybody just stay quiet.

We're going to do this nice and legal.

Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

He says not guilty.

Everybody here think he's guilty, say
aye.

Aye. Aye. Let's hang him. I'm putting to
this court that you is guilty.

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye.

This court is now adjourned.

This is our fantasy, Ruby.

This is what we came for.

Good luck.

Thank you.

No, Joanie.

Come on, let's go.

Boy, weren't we something.

We still are.

Come on, Joanie, we've got something
important to do.

But this is our big moment.

I know.

Let's go.

Joanie, I'm not very good at this kind
of talk.

But I just want you to know that your
friendship means more to me than

else, including Carl.

You remember when... Well, you remember
when you broke up our little love scene.

Yes, I was going to tell Carl about our
fantasy.

Mr. Work said that if we told anybody...
Exactly.

Okay, ladies, five minutes, please.

Hey, cutie, come on in here.

I want you to listen very carefully.

Now, we're only having a fantasy, and
I'm really a 79 -year -old woman, and

she's 73.

Huh?

Thanks a lot.

Excuse

me,

what did you say, Justin?

You know something?

All this really does belong to the
young.

We were then, they are now.

And what's in between is just a haunting
old memory.

Yes, Joanie, you were right.

Young boys do belong to young girls.

Yeah.

It serves them both right.

What is it you want now, ma 'am? This
place is going to be mighty busy in a

minutes. I always like to get a man's
approval.

Don't want him to think I'm taking
advantage of him.

Why don't you and the sheriff go outside
and take a picture, Donald?

Of me?

For the paper?

That too.

Of course, I may want to keep a copy for
my own memoir later on.

Yes, ma 'am.

Come on, Chester.

I wants to make sure I get that rewold.

Any direct quotations you'd like to add
to my story?

I'm innocent.

Oh, I'd like to help you out,
sweetheart, but we're running out of

know what I mean.

Of course, I'll do my best for you post
-mortem.

Listen.

Robin Hood of the West dies on the
gallows proclaiming love for unknown

That's the heading.

What raging passion of the heart drove
this infamous killer and bank robber

known as Kid Corey to pillage and
murder?

Noted as a lothario and heartbreaker,
the kid... I read the piece. Pure

You read it?

But I just wrote it.

I know.

But I read it a year ago in the public
library, along with a lot of other

garbage about Kid Corey.

Um, you go on about how he seduced
countless women in

the West, uh, in the search for the one
woman he loved who somehow

eluded him. Lucky lady.

And then you go on about how he put
together a bloody fortune to give her

when he did find her.

And then... Wait, wait, lady.

This is all just a fantasy.

Or is it?

Well, kid, it's time.

Out of the way.

Well, we got a good day for it.

Any last words, kid?

Crime pays.

For some people.

Unregenerate to the end.

Get out of the way, kids. We got a
hanging going on.

Tattoo? Would you believe it? I thought
you and Mr. Rourke had forgotten all

about me. Let me sink or swim or
something like that. I'll tell you

I've learned a great deal about all this
nonsense. All that romantic stuff about

the gunfighters and all that. What are
you going to do with that tattoo?

Tattoo, what are you doing?

Tattoo, don't pull that thing. What are
you going to do?

I'm going to fulfill your fantasy.

That's what the boss told me to do.
Don't. Don't pull that thing. Because if

pull that thing, I will...

I'm glad to see that you are punctual.

Julie and I fulfill our legal
obligations.

We require the same of you, of course.

You may rest assured.

I may despise justice, but I adore the
letter of the law.

Oh, I shall remember that.

Now, my contract with Julie was oral.

I have here a certified agreement.

I do hope you're not going to challenge
it.

No.

No, I admit that you have a legal claim
against Julie Stone.

You do?

Mm -hmm. Now, that's not like you,
Rourke. What's the catch?

There's no catch. I can't stop you from
taking what is yours.

Oh, that is marvelous.

You've become quite reasonable. Thank
you. No, thank you.

Come along, Julie.

There is one minor detail.

What are those little legal
technicalities?

What is that?

Well, I have a document here, properly
drawn with the usual provisions.

But why not see for yourself?

Julie has sold you her soul?

Yes.

This is dated today.

My claim comes first.

But mine is signed and notarized.

We have equally valid claims.

I suppose that makes us partners.

Never. I don't like the idea much
myself, no.

Perhaps we should each claim half.

Half a soul? Yes.

How can I take half a soul? What can I
do with half a soul? Well, you could

it on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
I will take it Tuesdays, Thursdays, and

Saturdays. Sundays, we will have to
alternate.

This is absurd, Rourke.

Souls cannot check in and out of hell
like it is some damn motel. Well, if you

want to press your claim, you'll simply
have to make an exception for Julie,

won't you?

This is ridiculous. You cannot
compromise with the devil.

I always thought that compromise was
your specialty.

No.

Well, then it would seem that the only
way around our little impasse is for us

both to release our claims.

Oh.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I see what you're trying to do. It won't
work. Why? Oh, no, no, it won't work.

Why? She may not be able to go with me,
but she can't go with you either.

What does that mean, Mr. Work? It means
that you will be eternally damned in

limbo between his world and mine.

Oh, please, you can't let him do that to
me.

No.

No, I cannot allow that.

Relinquish your interest in Julie.

And you may claim my soul.

Done.

You're mine, Rourke.

You're finally mine.

Oh, no.

It's too late for you to talk him out of
it. I renounce all claims to you.

Will you escort me personally to Hades?

Oh, I have much more imaginative future
in mind for you.

You will continue to run Fantasy Island,
but under my direction, you will pander

to all forms of depraved fantasies,
fantasies of evil, fantasies of lust,

fantasies of corruption.

Your lovely island will become the
gateway to hell.

Oh, rock, don't look so gloomy.

You will grow to love it.

I can see a great future ahead for you
in my service.

With you at my side, there is no limit
to the depths that we can plumb.

But all this must wait a while.

I simply cannot resist making you suffer
just a little for all the years

of trouble that you've caused me.

Wait.

Excuse me.

What is it now?

Where are you going with my property?

Your property?

I have a document here.

It is properly signed and notarized. Oh,
yes.

Did I forget to mention that I have
already sold my soul to her? Oh, I'm

terribly sorry.

Does that make us partners?

I still own half of you, Rock.

Not even half.

Poor devil.

Midnight has come and gone.

I'm afraid you failed to claim your half
at the appointed time.

It's already past midnight.

You are too late.

The letter of the law.

Remember?

That is precisely what I have been
trying to...

I

beg

your pardon, Bulk.

I can feed the battle.

But our eternal war goes on.

You said it yourself, Rourke.

One cannot always win.

But the law of averages are on my side.

We shall do battle again.

My final victory is inevitable.

because you were willing to trust me
unconditionally.

No greater love has any man or woman
than that.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Julie. You're very welcome.

Mr. Rourke, there was a certain girl in
the show. Her name was Ruby.

Do you want to find her again?

No. No, I found what I wanted.

I just thought I might say goodbye to
her.

Every man has his Vic Phil girl he
remembers in a dream now and then, Mr.

Wagner. Fortunately, you have one with
whom to share your life.

Yes. Yes, I have.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. You're very
welcome.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Mr. Wagner.

There we are. Thank you. Yes.

And may I return these?

Oh, thank you, Mr. Hart. Was your
fantasy satisfactory?

No, not entirely, my child.

There are a few things I can think of
that might have gone differently, shall

say.

She means she lost a lover, but she kept
a friend.

Yes, and maybe someday I'll figure out
if it was all really worth it.

Tony.

Thanks for everything, Miss Rourke. We
really had a nice time. The dancing was

wonderful. I'm delighted.

Come on, Ruby. Let's go home.

I'm afraid things didn't turn out too
well for them.

On the contrary, Julie.

Many persons love the sacrifices for
friendship, so long as they're not

upon to make them.

When they find the strength to do so,
they enrich themselves with grace and

dignity.

Isn't it a great day?

Oh, yes, Julie.

The sort of day that makes one glad to
be alive.

Have you listened to the birds today?

They sound happy, too.

Even the air smells sweeter.

I know why.

So do I.

Our uninvited guest is gone, and the
stench of evil has departed Fantasy

Will he come back?

Not for a while. We gave him quite a
beating, you and I. He won't be in a

to take us on again.

Doesn't it worry you about what he said?

You mean about the law of averages being
on his side?

It worries me.

Oh, Julie, Julie, the world is not ruled
by chance.

The devil can only win if we are willing
to play his game.

Sorry, boss. We're late.

Watch out. Here comes Keith Curry.

I've had it with that tattoo.

Have you indeed, Mr. Plummer?

What do you mean? Of course you know I
have.

Surely you understand that in reality,
it was you who miraculously escaped the

gallows and disappeared forever into
that mysterious and legendary land of

all -American West.

In fact, as well as fantasy, you are
Keith Curry.

What about the poster?

Well, Mr. Rourke said that was a picture
of you.

Oh, without the slightest doubt. You, I
believe, actually met the lady who took

the photograph.

That's right.

Then I am Kid Corey. What happened to
that old son of a gun who was the real

Corey? I have it on very reliable
authority that he retrieved the million

dollars from its hiding place at the
camp where you overtook him and retired

a South American country. However, it
was only a short time until the justice

deserved finally caught up with him.

That means that I am the real Kid Corey.

Watch out, Brooklyn.

Kid Corey, rise again.

Uh -huh.

Yeah?

Thank you.