All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s05e03_cyrano

All this water.

The princess?

Bye -bye.

Good

morning,

Mr. Rourke.

Good morning, Julie.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Mr. Timothy Potter from Cleveland, Ohio.

What's his fantasy? Mr. Potter is an
amateur conjurer.

He entertains at hospitals and at
children's parties with card tricks and

producing a stuffed rabbit out of a hat
and other familiar prestidigitations.

Oh, that's nice. He gives pleasure to
people.

Sometimes. That is debatable.

Unfortunately, Mr. Potter is not a very
good conjurer.

You might say his sleight of hand is
slight indeed, and his magic, tragic.

Oh, I'm afraid he blew it.

Yes, as usual.

That is why his fantasy is to be not
just a good magician, but to be the very

best.

I don't know about that.

What a stunning lady.

Yes, indeed.

Her name is Miss Marjorie Denton.

Would you care to guess her profession,
Julie?

Movie star? Maybe an actress who wants
to write the great American novel?

Would you believe a bus driver from
Philadelphia?

Really? Yes. A bus driver?

Well, why not?

She is one of that new breed of women
who believe they can do most things as

well as men. And therein lies her
problem.

She has found there is an unexpected
price to such beliefs.

And she hungers for the old days when
women were treated with grace and

chivalry. What's her fantasy, to wear a
crinoline?

No, Julie. Miss Denton's dream is simply
to meet the most exciting, gallant, and

virile man in the world.

Well... I can certainly sympathize with
that fantasy.

Can you, Julie? Well... Unfortunately,
to fulfill her fantasy will expose her

dangers she cannot anticipate.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I'm so grateful to you, Mr. Work, if you
only knew how desperate I am to be

treated like a woman, to find a man with
some real manners, someone to bring out

the feminine in me. That I promise you
will experience.

And in what better way could life
satisfy your fantasy than to transport

back to the very days when such men were
plentiful?

You mean back in time?

Exactly. Julie?

Remember, Miss Denton, you are going
back to a time when human life was held

very cheaply.

Although men gave that special attention
to the ladies, that trait you so

admire, women were also almost slaves,
subject to many

restrictions and sometimes great
cruelty.

You can't frighten me, Mr. Rourke.

I see.

Then... Step through that door, Miss
Denton.

Good luck.

How can I be of service to you, my lady?

I'd like some dinner, please.

This way, please, my lady.

Here, potbelly.

Here, you befuddled old wicker.

Don't you leave a man asleep.

That lady.

A handsome creature.

Handsome?

She is.

Desdemona.

Cleopatra. Helen. All rolled into one.

I must win her love.

Please, I am paralyzed in her presence.

The sight of such beauty strikes me
dumb.

You wish to do a little business. Why
didn't you say so before?

Something with a deep sincerity of
feeling, I think.

Penetrate the recesses of her heart.

The flights of romantic fancy.

Here, the perfect sonnet.

Take it hard Is

that

your card I'm terribly sorry.

Oh That's all right

I practice every day, but I guess I'm
just naturally clumsy.

See, the reason I do my magic is because
I have no family of my own, and I like

to make people feel good.

Makes me feel close to them.

Unfortunately, I am the great
Butterfinger.

That's me.

Julie?

Oh.

Maybe this will open up new
possibilities for you.

Yes. The key unlocks that trunk which is
full of assorted paraphernalia, items

of wardrobe, but most importantly,
personal journals which contain the

of all the greatest magic tricks of all
time.

And who is to say that some of those
great stage magicians of the past did

in fact possess real magic, Mr. Potter?

Terrific, Mr. Rourke. I can't wait.

Oh, first, take the trunk to your
bungalow, Mr. Potter.

Study its contents.

Study well.

You see, I have arranged for a special
matinee performance for you this very

afternoon. What do you mean, a real
performance?

Yes.

Mr. Rourke, will I be ready?

I sincerely hope so, Mr. Potter.

Uh, let me try this trick again.

Take a card.

Is it?

I'm afraid not.

What a shame.

Well, I'll have to keep practicing.

Madame, by your grace, I am

Gaston de Bruyles.

Cadet of His Majesty's Cavaliers.

I am, Madame, a little ill at ease at
speech.

So I have here penned a few words from
my heart.

When I beheld the fragrance of your
face, saw the stars shining

from your eyes, felt...

The caress of your sweet breath.

And thus, my angel, plead I this.

Enchant your servant with a kiss.

It's beautiful.

Oh, my darling.

If you would grant me the opportunity.

I could perhaps reveal all my heart
contains.

Well, where do you suggest?

In the courtyard yonder.

In one.

I think that my fantasy is going to be
just wonderful.

Thank you, Mr. Hork.

Wherever you are.

Thank you.

I'm not exactly sure what's in here.

I haven't had a chance to check it all
out.

Let's see.

It's very pretty.

What's this?

Ye clever beasts.

Well, let's try it.

En kum, en kol, en kumitanis, wunda,

wunda.

I'm afraid what I really need is for you
to disappear.

See, but I... I'm not sure where the
formula is.

Would you excuse me just a moment, okay?

Pardon me.

Mr. Oryx.

This is wonderful, I know, but what do I
do now?

Surely the book instructs you.

I warned you to study well, Mr. Potter.

Now it appears that you are personally
responsible for one chimpanzee and one

very attractive young lady.

I wish you every success.

My lady?

When I beheld the fragrance of your
face, saw the stars shining in your

felt the caress of your sweet breath,
and thus, my angel, plead I this,

thy servant to kill.

The same tune.

The same lyrics.

That phony.

It seems I owe you an apology, Madame.

Who are you?

The miscreant who sold that land, the
poet.

And several others.

A man must eat.

And drink, apparently.

I see you know my frailty.

We yearn for love, and when
disappointed, flake our thirst with less

Hey, wait a minute.

I know that phrase.

It was written by... Cyrano de Bergerac.

At your service.

Cyrano.

Why, at school I read every poem that
you published.

My words? In school?

It's a long story.

I know it's not very ladylike, but I'd
like to get to know you better.

Much better.

Madame, your beauty is indeed
overwhelming, and you honor me, but I am

fear.

Roxanne. Oh, you've heard, yes, she who
languished in a nunnery, mourning,

mistakenly believing me dead.

My adoration for her was all the love
that this poor frame could bear in one

short lifetime.

But you say, Loper, would that Lady
Yonder provide enduring entertainment on

rack?

Or would you favor the kiss of a
thousand lies?

Why, not both, my lord.

The time looks propitious for me to...

One thing really worries me.

Years from now, when people ask me how
we met, what'll I say?

Just tell them it was a magic moment.

Sabrina!

Naughty girl, now you get up there. Go
on.

Suva, she is a lovely chimp and
everything, but I can't possibly take

to Cleveland with me.

Well, then how will you arrange it? I
mean, Sabrina and I, we've always gone

together, you know.

I don't know.

But I do know I'm not going to leave
Fantasy Island without you.

Hey, wait a minute.

I've got an idea.

If I could make Sabrina disappear, well,
that would solve everything because

that would leave just you and me.

I don't know, Tim.

Don't worry. Here it is. The spell.

To bring forth ye clever beasts.

Maybe if I said the incantation
backwards, she'll disappear.

I'm scared.

There's nothing to be scared of. I've
figured it all out. It'll work.

Here we go.

Or rather, here you go, Sabrina.

Dawun. Tim, wait. Don't do it.

Dawun sunat imuk.

Tim!

Dawun.

Oh, no.

Mademoiselle, I am clumsy with words and
a self -confessed liar in the game of

love. But I beseech you, hear my case.

Take off, will you?

Take off what, madame?

My hat is here in my hand and my sword.
Without it, I would be naked.

Get lost.

Split.

Can't you see that I have problems of my
own?

Mademoiselle, I beg you. Oh, miss,
jackanapes disturb you, mademoiselle.

If you continue to importune the lady,
you will have me to deal with, puppy.

My apologies, mademoiselle.

Thank you, monsieur, but why did he run?

He knows better than to incur the wrath
of the foremost swordsman of France,

mademoiselle.

Would you do me the honor of
accompanying me to my chateau?

I'll get my cloak.

Innkeeper, my cloak.

I must warn you, mademoiselle.

That man is evil.

He has killed more than a hundred men in
as many duels.

Isn't that why I came here?

To have men fight over me?

He's invited me to his chateau for a
visit.

You know this man, Friar?

The Marquis Philippe de Sade.

An evil man like you told the lady.

More than you can guess, my friend.

He will cite a line which will produce
the most infamous name in French history

and give rise to a new word describing
cruelty.

I don't know where Suba came from, Mr.
Rourke.

But I tell you, in just a couple of
hours, that girl changed my life.

Many fortunate men have had that
exciting experience, Mr. Potter.

Exciting? Yes.

Mr. Rourke, this isn't just excitement.
Oh?

No, I... Well, I think I love Suba.

Well, then you must use your magical
powers, Mr. Potter.

This is your fantasy. You must find a
way.

I lack the finesse.

Oh, no, no.

You have not really given yourself the
chance to find that out. You attempted

too much too soon, that's all.

You did warn me, didn't you?

I just got carried away.

Yes, and I now suggest that I arrange
for you to give another performance.

Perhaps if we duplicate exactly, exactly
the conditions of the first show.

You will be able to make the young lady
appear again tonight.

Well, then it would have to be on the
stage. And maybe the audience is

important, too. Oh, indeed. But do your
homework, Mr. Potter.

Plan.

Memorize, huh? I promise. I will, Mr.
Rourke.

And tonight on that stage, I'll bring
Super back. I will make it happen.

Cause have you to complain, horse?

What about me?

Me, the spinner of golden words and the
weaver of dreams, sleeping on straw and

eating from garbage piles without even a
lock on my door.

We have come for our money, you
pernicious fabricator.

You sold us both the same sock.

Have you no comment?

Your unseemly entrance caused me to nick
my face.

I will nick more than that.

En garde.

I have no money, and I am without a
sword.

Then fight with your nose, you craven
paltroon. It outspans my rapier by at

least a foot.

The Lady Marjorie has been seen entering
the chateau of the Marquis de Tade.

Ah, that monster.

He will butcher her inch for inch.

By oath of chivalry, we must rescue her
from his evil pleasure.

Death to the Marquis!

Onward! Forward!

Death to the Marquis de Sade!

They have about as much hope of
defeating de Sade and rescuing that girl

have of winning the two -kilometer dash
at Reims.

Their Marjorie showed me much respect.

She knew of my poor scribbling.

She professed her love.

Seems we have been summoned from
retirement, old friend.

Sabrina, please don't do that. I'm
trying to learn my line.

For sure said no pets.

He's got an ape in there.

It's part of his act. It's different.

I mean, he's an artiste.

Formula for further transformations.

Maybe that'll do it.

Northweed and birch, bright bloom of
bracken.

Northweed and birch, Shazam.

Oh!

No,

no, no. Listen, there's no reason to be
frightened. It was a mistake. I was just

trying.

I'm going to break your magic wand.

Wait,

wait, wait. Get away from me.

Pull off your pet.

I'm awfully sorry, but why should I?

the thought that the Marquis de Sade
will not prevail against the three of

Right. Right.

Right. Death to the monster de Sade.

Next time, I shall kill the lot of you.

Forgive the interruption of some
unwelcome visitors.

The venison is not to your liking.

Well, I, uh, I guess I'm not hungry.

Try a little of this burgundy.

From my own vineyard.

Exquisite, is it not?

Oh, it's marvelous.

Wine is truly the ambrosia of the gods.

It gives us great pleasure.

But there are many other delights we
humans are privileged to enjoy.

Killing a hated enemy, loving a
beautiful woman, giving

and receiving pain.

Pain?

The rarest form of pleasure.

Soon to be all the fashion in Paris.

The exaltation that comes with surrender
to it is an extreme of

bliss, an ultimate of passion.

How thoughtless of me.

You are weary.

Loban will escort you to your chamber to
rest.

Oh, I...

I'd rather return to the inn, please.

Unless the roads are too dangerous for a
high -born lady.

We shall continue with this discussion
later.

And I will show you what unseen
delights.

Ladies and gentlemen, those of you who
saw my first performance will recall

I made a young lady appear out of
nowhere.

Thank you.

Unfortunately, she's lost again.

Her name is Suba.

I'm going to try to make her reappear in
exactly the same way as I made her

appear before.

Everything will be the same.

Can you help me do that?

Thanks.

Suba, come to me.

I can't. Tim, help me.

Hold on, Suba.

Don't let go.

I can't help it.

I love you, Tim.

I'll always love you.

Lost forever.

Forget this intrusion, mademoiselle. I
come as a friend. How did you get here?

In the old days, I was a frequent guest
of the mocking father.

A most honorable man, much shamed by the
creeper who bears his name.

There is a secret passageway through
which I propose to take you, to safety.

What's that?

The marquee at Sport, in the dungeons
below. Come, we must hurry.

Did you really think you could outwit
the Marquis de Sade?

Such antics are for younger men.

Dispose of him in some suitable fashion
and take the lady to

my palace of pleasures.

So much for life.

Is that it?

Are you going to accept death just like
that?

I always thought that you were a man of
honor.

Challenge him to a duel.

You wish me to do battle at my age and
in my condition?

I wish you to display a sense of
chivalry, monsieur.

My lord.

When I was a guest of your father, of
blessed memory, he confided in me his

despair for your future. He feared...

Your mother's indulgence had softened
your masculinity beyond the point of

recovery so that you would be forced to
spend your life protesting it.

Honor demands you pay for those words.

On the point of my sword.

Prepare him for combat.

We should deal with the woman when I
have impaled him like the squealing pig

is.

You were wonderful.

The pleasure will be all his, I fear.

Zuba, can you hear me?

I don't know where you are.

I'm not even sure what you are.

But I know you're out there.

And I know I love you.

And I don't want to stay here without
you.

So maybe if you can't come to me, maybe
I can come to you.

I'm going to try and make myself
disappear exactly the same way I made

disappear in the bungalow.

It'll be my last trick.

I hope my best one ever.

If it works, maybe I'll be out there
where you are.

Wherever that is.

Wounder.

Wounder.

Sabrina, please don't do that. Stop it.
No.

Let her, Mr. Potter.

Let Sabrina turn the page.

Warkle brute.

Warkle brattling.

Stemple warkle.

Stemple wart.

Suba!

I fear you have picked a poor champion,
mademoiselle.

A thousand gallons of Rhenish wine have
created this monument.

Cannot expect to disperse them in a
moment.

You make me feel so proud.

Risking your life for me.

Come to chide again, brother?

Or to say my last rites?

On the contrary, I come to comfort and
encourage you.

It would take new eyes and a fresh
apparatus of muscles to do that.

Victory comes not only from strength and
skill, but from a man's mind.

If he thinks he's going to lose, be sure
he will.

Think about that.

I realize I have no control over the
outcome.

You mean he might lose?

In this age, lose is another word for
die.

Chivalry is a beautiful concept, Miss
Denton, until you're on its cutting

But it's only a fantasy, Mr. Rourke.

Can't you do something?

Alas, once a fantasy is on the way, it's
out of my hands.

But have faith in yourself, Miss Denton,
and in your love.

Love is the overwhelming force of the
universe.

It transcends all barriers and overcomes
all obstacles.

It is time.

A younger man would have had me then.

First in blood.

Oh, this is my pleasure.

Achieve this reward.

I have the most exquisite pleasures in
mind for you, my dear.

Why not fight on with your nose?

It's long enough.

If a man thinks he's going to lose, he
surely will.

Long enough.

Your command of language is as feeble as
your swordmanship.

And now thus.

This nose is a pier stretching into the
ocean of infinity.

A noble spire worthy of divinity can
taunt the throne like a Grecian discus

foolish fop with less proboscis. He who
disperse this nose, the seeds of his

astounding soul.

Its exalted feet protect the warning.

Take ye the tractor of eternity's
warning.

But your blade suspends me. You offend
the snout. Ye insult me.

And at his peril.

You're not worth soiling my blade, you
miserable, perverted popinjay.

Innocent! You were marvelous!

It was something that monks said about
the power of thinking. Your courage

and... My love.

My darling.

Will Benton.

You must come with me now.

Your fantasy is over.

Oh, no.

No, please.

Let us spend just a little time
together.

I'm sorry.

One kiss and I'm in love with a
charming, brave, and wonderful

ghost.

Mr. Rourke, I know I don't have any
right to ask you this, but please.

Don't separate us again.

But the young lady was only a part of
your fantasy, Mr. Potter, which is now

over.

Julie?

Sorry, Mr. Potter, but rules are rules.

You must now make her disappear once
more for the last time.

I understand what must be done.

Goodbye, Tim.

Read it, Mr. Barter.

Read it.

Strimble walk.

Strimble brack.

Fly.

But the difference is, she has gone to
Cleveland, Mr. Potter.

To Cleveland?

That's right. She'll be waiting for you
when you get home.

Mr. Rourke, what can I say? No more
spells, Mr. Potter.

From now on, stick to conjuring, thank
you, and card tricks, huh?

Thank you. Thank you.

Very welcome, Mr. Potter.

Julie. Goodbye.

You don't seem happy, Miss Danton.
Didn't you enjoy your fantasy?

It was what I asked, but, oh, I would
have liked to have known Cyrano better.

He was everything in the world I wanted
in a man.

I see.

Unfortunately, your request didn't
specify a lasting relationship.

Well, at least I got to know him.

It's something that I'll treasure for
the rest of my life.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. Before you go,
may I introduce Monsieur Bertrand

Sabatier, a college professor who loves
Cyrano's work as much as you and wanted

to relive his last days.

Your... Appearances are sometimes
deceptive, Miss Denton, but trust your

The nose went with the roll.

Do you mind?

It wouldn't have made any difference.

And thus, my angel, plead I this,
enchant thy servant with a kiss.