All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s05e16_challenge

The plan!

The plan!

The princess?

Good morning, Buck. Good morning, Gatoo.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Oh, boss, is she a pretty lady?

What's her name?

Her name is Miss Rebecca Walters.

She is the manager of a florist shop.

If she came here to find some pretty
flowers, she came to the right place,

right, boss?

Yes, that's quite right, that's true.
But Miss Walters' fantasy is to meet a

very special man.

A man who will do anything for her. A
man who will always be around.

And who will need her just as much as
she needs him.

Isn't that every woman's fantasy?

Yes, that too. But in the case of Miss
Walters, I think she'll soon discover

that finding that kind of man could be a
most unnerving experience.

Where are they both?

The first gentleman is the shipping
tycoon, Mr. Douglas Picard.

The lady with him is his sister, Eunice.

The other man is Mr. Picard's financial
advisor, Mr. Justin Rothwell.

I think you'll find Mr. Picard's fantasy
is one of the most unusual and

challenging to ever confront us the two.

What is it?

Mr. Picard's fantasy is to claim legal
ownership of Fantasy Island.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Ork, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Miss Walters, do you think you would
immediately recognize this ideal man if

were to meet him?

Oh, absolutely. In a minute.

And how would you know? Oh, well, he
would be courteous and dignified and yet

spiritual.

Fun -loving, you know, never
predictable.

And he would be kind and wonderful to
me.

Ah, and that is your image of the
perfect husband for me.

Yes, it is.

Yes.

Very well, Miss Walters. Tattoo, will
you escort Miss Walters to the lagoon,

please?

But men don't hang around the lagoon.

Tattoo, you must follow your own advice.

Practice patience.

Remember, patience.

You will now be taking your first step
towards the fulfillment of your fantasy,

Miss Walters.

Thank you, Mr. Walters. You're most
welcome.

This island was originally purchased by
Captain Verdugo, a sailor of the Spanish

Armada.

They transferred the deed to this island
on June 27th, Justin, 15... 1588.

1588.

Have a seat, won't you?

May I ask how this document happened to
come into your possession, Mr. Picard?

Quite by accident.

I recently bought a villa in Madrid that
was built originally by that same

Captain Verdugo.

It stayed within his family for the last
four centuries.

The purchase price included all other
assets, and we found the deed to this

island among them.

I can assure you that it's valid.

Oh, I have not questioned its validity,
Mr. Rothwell.

But this island means a great deal to
me.

just as it is now, filled with the
cherished memories of so many people,

is precisely the reason I don't intend
to sit idly by and let you take it away

from me.

Well, I'm afraid there's very little you
can do about it, Mr. Rothwell. Oh, no,

Mr. Picard, there is something I can do
about it, and I intend to do it.

When you consider the antiquity of this
document, I am curious to see how an

international tribunal would resolve
this matter.

Are you threatening litigation?

Oh, yes, Mr. Rothwell, I certainly am.

And as you know, a settlement could take
years to be resolved in the courts.

During that time, naturally, I would get
an injunction and continue to operate

precisely as I do now.

I thought you might take this time, Mr.
Rock, so perhaps we can resolve our

problem in some other manner.

Well, that, of course, depends, Mr.
Picard.

May I suggest a competition?

A competition between us.

Something the French call la preuve de l
'âme du corps.

La raison.

The test of the mind, the body, and the
spirit.

Very well, Mr. Picard.

I accept your challenge.

Okay, that's it. I've had it.

I'm not going to stay around here any
longer.

Tattoo?

Tattoo, wake up!

Tattoo? I'm going back to Mr.

Rourke.

There's nobody here.

Nobody!

believe this.

I don't believe it either.

He looks like a genie.

Unless we're both seeing things.

Hey, hey!

Quick, open it.

Oh, this is a joke, right? I mean, it's
a trick.

Miss Walter, open it, please.

Walk it! It's the only bottle I've got!

It can't be happening, can it?

Oh, of course it can.

And it is.

I am Justinofocles Arminium
Aristophilus.

For having freed me, you are now my
mistress and I will do anything you

You will?

You have the word.

Justinofocles Arminium... Excuse me.

Would you mind, could I just call you
Joe for short?

You know, everything you're saying is
terrific. It's just...

I don't believe it. Or you?

How long have you been floating inside
of that bottle?

Two thousand years.

A hundred, more or less.

Oh, well, that's terrible.

Well, the worst part was the fumes.

What fumes?

From the former contents of the bottle.

One hundred and fifty proof mead.

I was drunk for the first five hundred
years and had a hangover for the next

hundred.

Well, how did you happen to wash up
here?

I'm not sure. Always before I floated
right past this island.

Well, now you're here, I mean, you can't
run around dressed like that.

Oh, I understand.

Something a little more modern, hmm?

Ah, that's a good try, but not quite,
Joe.

It was the latest thing last time I was
out of the bottle.

Hi again.

You are improving.

If you could just jump ahead a few
centuries, I think you would be a real

winner.

Well,

it is much better.

Now, mistress, I have it within my power
to grant you three wishes.

And after they've been granted, it's
back in the bottle and to the sea with

Three wishes, huh?

Anything I want? Absolutely.

Well, you don't mind a little test, do
you?

No. Okay, Joe.

Let's see you do your stuff.

I wish that I was in the back seat

of a chauffeur -driven Rolls Royce,
elegantly but tastefully dressed,

champagne. Champagne? Yes.

I really don't understand what's
happening, but it's a terrific start.

Well, I'm delighted you approved, Miss
Walter.

Oh, thank you.

Please come in, Mr. Rourke. Thank you,
Mr. Rothwell.

Mr. Rourke, I'd like to introduce you to
my sister, Eunice.

I am very happy to meet you, Miss
Picard.

Are you enjoying your stay on Fancy
Island?

Actually, I haven't seen much of it yet.

I'm not much of a mixer, Mr. Rourke.

Yes, well, shall we... Shall we get down
to the rules of our little competition,

Mr. Rourke?

By all means, Mr. Picard.

Each row of cards represents one of the
three categories we'll compete in.

The mind, the body, and the spirit.

Correct. Now, there are three cards in
each row. Now, it's your choice, Mr.

Rourke. On the other side, it will tell
us which one of the events it will be.

Very well.

The first row, that of the mind.

This row. Yes.

Ah, chess exercise. Do you play chess,
Mr. Rourke? On occasion, Mr. Picard.

On occasion.

Yes. And now, the test of the body.

This row.

Broad affair.

Bomb wrestling.

No explanation necessary?

No.

Now the third and final card.

The test of the spirit.

Since the spirit...

an intangible human quality, the winner
of the third and final contest shall

exhibit a compassionate, unselfish act
which must surpass by mutual unethical

agreement that of his opponent.

The most difficult test of all, Mr.
Picard.

When shall we start?

Shall we say, um, 12 noon?

Excellent.

Will you excuse me?

Miss Picard?

Thank you.

Miss Picard, there is a great deal to
discover on Fantasy Island.

I sincerely hope you decide to look
around.

I'll think about it, Mr. Roark.

Please do.

Mr. Rothwell.

Mr. Roark.

Interesting man, Mr. Roark.

A charming man.

Well, after we finish playing our little
game and I've won it all, I'll give him

to you as a present.

Do you think you can buy him like you've
bought everything else?

Why not?

If there's one thing I've learned coming
up the hard way, is that there isn't

anything or anyone that doesn't have a
price tag.

Yes.

Including Mr. Rook.

Joe, I want you to tell me the truth.

Did Mr.

Rourke arrange for you to come here to
help me find my perfect husband?

Oh, I don't think so, mistress. I
haven't even spoken to this Mr.

Rourke.

Oh.

Well, I still think he arranged for you
to be here.

What I can't understand is why it takes
him so long to understand what I really

want. Well, I suppose it's because he
hasn't found the right man for you yet.

Well, I guess so, but you would think
that he would have someone in mind

I came.

Well, look, about this perfect husband,
maybe if you could tell me what kind of

man you're looking for, I could come up
with something.

All right.

Nothing too unusual, you know.

And he has to be courteous.

Dignified. Dignified. And spiritual.

Spiritual?

Yes. Why not?

What is this that thou hast done?

The lamb shall not be without blemish
this day, nor shall ye eat the fat of

lamb.

Isn't he spiritual enough, mistress?

Oh, perhaps a little too spiritual. I
think you jumped the gun.

I'm not going to use this as one of my
wishes. Could you just send him back

wherever you got him?

Abide in me.

Okay.

Look, Joe. I know that you're trying to
help. Oh, I'm so sorry, Mistress. When

that's in... Another thing, that word
mistress, when you use that in public, I

think people get the wrong idea.

I don't know why, but if you say so.

Look, Joe.

I have a feeling that I'm going to meet
my perfect husband very soon.

And when I do, that means that you go
back into the bottle, doesn't it?

I've never minded it much before, but...
But what?

This time I think I'm going to mind it a
lot.

Gentlemen, by mutual agreement, you've
got a 30 second time limit for each

May the march begin.

Mr. Rock, pawn to queen four.

Ah, the queen's gambit, Mr. Rock.

Pawn to queen's four.

On to Bishop Four.

Thank you, but I decline the gambit, Mr.
Roth.

A wise decision, Mr. Picard.

Time is not begun.

Yes, yes.

Night takes pawn.

Uh -oh.

Bishop's pawn takes pawn.

No, no, I won't let you queen that pawn,
Mr. Rourke.

Bishop takes pawn.

You see, I told you.

Bishop, to night five.

Discover a check, double check, and
mate, Mr. Picard.

Clever.

Clever combination.

You might like to know you just defeated
the eighth -ranked chess player in the

world, Mr. Rourke. Oh, you are indeed an
excellent player, Mr. Picard, and I

consider myself fortunate at once.

Clever.

Boss, I knew you could make it.

Really? For a moment there, I thought I
detected doubt in your attitude.

No? Well, I'm happy I was wrong.

It's a very nice lady tattoo, but deeply
troubled, I'm afraid.

You know, this fantasy island's quite a
lovely place, don't you think?

It kind of reminds me of Bora Bora.

I must have passed there a hundred times
in my bottle.

I just wish it was a little cooler. It's
so warm today.

Well, your wish is my command, mistress.

Joe, what have you done?

But you wished.

But I didn't mean to.

You made Sanofi Island look like the
North Pole.

Mr. Aristopoulos.

It's freezing.

I'm going to get my coat. Mr.
Aristopoulos, I assume you are

this blizzard.

Well, actually, I am. I wish for it
accidentally.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rourke. We both are. You
can save your apologies for my office,

but I expect to see you both at
precisely three o 'clock. I simply will

tolerate having my other guests...
Inconvenience, this way. And, Mr.

Aristopoulos, I suggest that you get
this iceberg cleared away as quickly as

possible. Will you please excuse me?

Well, at least it cooled off.

Joe, I just remembered.

I only have one wish left.

Oh, how nice. Thank you. Very welcome.

Mr. Rourke, I'm very worried about my
brother.

He's not used to being beaten at
anything, including chess.

Oh, yes, I am well aware of that, Mr.
Curran.

And I think a great deal of him, but I
hope you win this competition.

Oh.

And why is that?

I know how much Fantasy Island means to
you.

Indeed. It has been a rich and rewarding
experience for me.

I also know how much happiness you bring
to people who come here.

Miss Picard, why don't you tell me what
is really bothering you?

Your next competition.

The arm wrestling.

Yes.

It's not going to be just another
contest.

My brother means for it to be a fight to
the finish.

A fight to the death.

I've always had a soft spot in my heart
for Jeannie.

But this time you have extended my
patience to the limit.

Mr. Rourke, it was my fault. I told you
that.

Nevertheless, Miss Walters, he has been
around considerably longer than you.

Very nearly 19 centuries.

20. 20, to be more precise.

And he should have known better. Do you
know that some of my guests have already

come to me complaining of frostbite?

Can you imagine that?

Frostbite on Fantasy Island.

I made a mistake, Mr. Rourke. You
certainly did, sir. I admit it.

Mr. Rourke, what does all of this have
to do with my fantasy?

Oh. Well, I can only supply the means,
Miss Walters.

You must supply the end, the actual
fulfillment of your fantasy.

I only have one more wish.

Only one?

One.

Then you must use it very carefully,
very, very carefully, Miss Walters.

Don't you agree, Mr. Aristophanes?

Don't you agree?

Oh, yes, of course. Yes, yes.

Oh, what happened to the snow?

Snow, Tattoo?

What snow?

Here on Fantasy Island?

Surely you must be jesting.

Hey, boss.

Don't you remember when I was there? The
snow?

Really, Tattoo.

Oh.

I don't feel good.

I think I got fever. I think I'm coming
down with something.

Oh, my.

Boss, you don't mind if I take two or
three days off?

Oh, not at all. But before you go,

Will you take care of these few small
matters for me?

All right, boss.

Repair Gazebo roof collapsed from weight
of snow and ice.

Gazebo roof?

Snow and ice?

Boss?

Snow and ice?

He really did snow, didn't he?

You're really dead slow. Oh, yes.

I can write in it, huh? Now we're about
to think.

Bye, boss.

No, I'm not.

Oh, that's just a little surprise.

I thought I might add a little
excitement to our contest.

These spiders are a very rare breed.

They're from a Lycosa family imported
from Tunisia. One bite means almost

instantaneous death.

Excitement, Mr. Picard. But the rules
are simple.

If you feel you're losing the contest,
say yield.

But say it before your hand touches the
spider.

Now, if you do wish to compete, you
don't have to.

You can yield right now.

I have no intention of forfeiting, Mr.
Picard.

win. I will.

Yield.

I yield.

The

competition

is even.

I didn't beat her.

Yes, that's all.

When you think about it, that's enough
to know, isn't it?

Ah,

Miss Walters, please come in.

Please have a seat, won't you?

Mr. Rourke, I think we should just lay
our cards on the table, okay?

By all means, Miss Walters. It's about
Joe.

Oh?

I suspect that you have him here to help
me find a perfect husband.

And, well, to tell you the truth, he
just isn't cutting it.

Then you find his services
unsatisfactory, huh?

Well, I really do only have one more
wish.

And no progress in sight.

I see. And you are convinced that he's
here because of me?

Well, I don't really think that he's
here by accident.

It's just that time keeps passing and I
don't have a perfect husband.

But you will, Miss Walters.

Miss Walters, have you noticed how often
we are blind to those things closest to

us?

See, I really don't know what you mean
by that. Well, then perhaps you remember

the old saying...

Sometimes we can't see the forest for
the trees.

I don't know what you mean by that
either. Oh, I think you do, Miss

I think you do.

Oh, hi.

Oh, hi.

Joe, could I please talk to you for a
minute?

May I ask what all these men are doing
here? They're filling out applications.

I'm sure that at least one of them will
satisfy your qualifications.

Why don't you take an ad out in the New
York Times husband wanted?

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

Could you please ask them to leave?

I don't think they'd like that.

Why not?

Well, see, the winner was going to get
this.

It was given to me by Alibaba.

So the lucky man not only gets a bride,
but a bride.

May I speak to you?

Have a seat.

Now, what can I do for you?

Why did you do it?

You could have won the arm wrestling
contest and fantasy only would have been

yours legally.

You know why I purposefully lost.

I'm not sure my brother would have done
the same for you.

May I remind you that we still have a
third contest.

That of the spirit.

You know my brother has something very
special planned for that.

Yes.

Now, will you tell me something?

If I can, yes.

Except for the contest. I understand
you've hardly been seen around Fantasy

Island since your arrival.

Why is that?

Do you have any idea how lonely it can
be growing up in a family with enormous

wealth? I can imagine.

Sometimes the most favored people and
also the most vulnerable.

Vulnerability is the story of my life.

Especially with men.

Take the two men I married.

They never really loved me.

Douglas had to pay them off just to get
rid of them.

So now you avoid meeting other men
because you're afraid of being hurt

that it?

Men have never been attracted to me.

They only wanted one thing, the golden
key to the family vault, and I'm just

going to go through that again, ever.

Picard, forgive me for being
presumptuous, but I

believe that your feeling that men are
not attracted to you

is of your own choosing.

Self -imposed to make you feel
protected.

I would like to try something.

Well, what happened?

Oh!

Is this really me, Mr. Rourke? Yes, Miss
Picard. It is really you.

Do you still feel that you are
unattractive to men?

I don't know what to think.

This is going to take a little getting
used to.

Take all the time you wish.

How did you do it?

I did nothing that was not already
intrinsically yours, Miss Picard, both

flesh and in the spirit.

I don't know what to say.

Well, could you say that you will honor
me tonight by being my date at the ball

your brother is hosting?

I would be delighted to, Mr. Rourke. And
I thank you.

But first, I'm going to take a nice long
walk to convince myself I'm not

dreaming all of this.

Where's Eunice?

Oh, she said something about stopping by
to see Mr. Rourke.

Oh, yes, I'm looking forward to seeing
him myself. I want to see the expression

on his face.

Where he learns about my little
compassionate, unselfish act for the

the spirit.

Yeah, few people could afford to donate
$25 million to charity, Mr. Picard.

Very few.

I want to make certain that he concedes
victory in this island to me.

Do you like it?

I got it for my honeymoon.

Well, it's nice. It really is.

It's nice.

I'm sorry about the display of hysterics
out there, but... Well, Joe, I'm really

disappointed.

I'm sorry about that.

I mean, I'm leaving tomorrow.

And I didn't meet him.

My fantasy never happened.

And it's all my fault.

It isn't, Joe. No, it isn't.

You know what I could do?

I have one more wish. You know how I
could use it?

I could wish that my perfect husband
would appear right in this room at this

very minute. What do you think?

That's your decision.

But then if I do that, I've used up all
my wishes and you have to go back in

that bottle again. Well, you must think
only of your own happiness, huh?

You know, Joe, you're a very sweet man.

Miss Walters, have you noticed how often
we are blind to those things closest to

us? Well, then perhaps you remember the
old saying, we sometimes can't see the

forest or the tree.

Oh, my.

Joe. Huh?

Joe, you know that perfect husband I
keep describing?

Mm -hmm.

Well, that's you.

But I'm a genie.

Well, so what?

I mean, Joe, I've been really foolish.

Now I know what Mr. Rourke meant when he
said sometimes you can't see the forest

for the trees.

I've been in love with you all this time
and I didn't even know it.

He mustn't say that.

Well, why not?

I mean, that's what I feel.

I really love you.

I love you, too.

But you have to remember, I have to
leave soon and get back in my bottle.

Haven't you forgotten one thing?

What's that?

I have one wish.

And I wish for you to become mortal and
never go back in that horrible bottle

again.

Justin. It's Eunice.

I haven't seen her this happy in years.

If it seemed those rumors were not
unfounded about Rourke's doing miracles

people.

Look how beautiful she is.

I have to hand it to this Rourke. He's
accomplished in a few hours what I

haven't been able to do in years.

Oh,

dear.

Eunice. Thanks.

You look marvelous. Just marvelous.

Oh, Douglas, thank you.

Mr. Rourke, I don't think I could have
been as big a man as you were.

I mean about the arm wrestling.

But I am big enough to thank you for
the... change in my sister.

Actually, there has been no change, Mr.
Picard.

If you look closely, you'll see she's
exactly the same person she was before.

Just a little touch -up job here and
there, right, Mr. Rourke?

I believe we still have some unfinished
business.

Yes, Mr. Picard, we do.

According to the rules of a competition,

The winner must exhibit a compassionate,
unselfish act which surpasses that of

his opponent.

Yes.

Well, there's nothing that I've done or
could do which could surpass the change

in Eunice.

But, Mr. Picard, your donation...
Justin, please.

He's referring to a small donation I
made to charity was really nothing.

So what I'm saying, Mr. Rock, is that I
concede.

You win.

Fantasy Island.

It's yours to keep.

And I congratulate

you, Mr. Picard.

It takes a very special quality.

Be gracious in defeat.

Yes, sir.

May I suggest a toast?

By all means.

To Fantasy Island and all it represents.

To Fantasy Island and to your sister,
Mr. Picard.

Yes.

To you, Eunice.

Thank you, Douglas.

Please. Oh, Douglas.

Thank you. Mr. Rothwell?

Mr. Rourke.

I can't thank you enough for everything,
Mr. Roark.

I just wish it didn't have to be
goodbye.

Well, it needn't be. Miss Picard, I look
forward to your next visit to Fantasy

Island someday.

I just may take you up on that.

Our doors are always open for pretty
ladies.

Oh, thank you, Ted.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye,

Mr. Roark.

Mr. Rothwell.

Oh, I never thought I'd see the day, Mr.
Rourke. I thought I was destined to

spend the rest of eternity just bobbing
around in the ocean.

Joe and I would like to leave this with
you.

Well, thank you very much.

Salute to you both, Mr.

and Mrs.

Aristopoulos.

Thank you.