All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s05e18_sitting_duck

Bye -bye.

Good morning, boss. Good morning,
Tattoo. Have you seen Julie?

Remember, she's working with Mrs.
Brennan.

On a one billion BC fantasy.

Ah, yes. As I recall, Julie was going to
help Mrs. Brannan introduce women's

living to that ancient society, yes.

Right, boss.

But I don't think Julie is doing too
well.

What do you mean?

Now, you listen, old log.

That club is not the answer to every
suggestion I make.

Will you quit that?

Well,

obviously that culture isn't quite ready
to...

adopt women's rights yet.

Shall we go, Tattoo?

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Boss, that man looks nervous.

Possibly because he's approaching a very
critical time in his life as well as

his career.

Mr. Jack Hecker is a very successful
clothing manufacturer.

He's here for a fashion show, right,
boss?

Quite right, Tattoo.

I bet I know who she is.

All right, go ahead.

She's Mr. Hecker, top fashion model.

I'm afraid you would lose your bet,
Tattoo.

No, actually, she is Miss Susie Swan,
Mr. Hecker's assistant.

He's girl Friday for the past five
years, and she is hopelessly in love

him.

What is her fantasy?

Miss Swan's fantasy is to fall out of
love with Mr. Hecker.

Out of love?

Boss, that's a new one for us, right?

Indeed.

Boss, what a cold -looking face.

Wheezy. Mr. Frank Barton, formerly a
demolition expert, now a world -famous

hunter, one of the last of his kind.

Did he ever shoot at a charging rhino?

A charging what?

Rhino. Oh, a charging rhino. Oh, yes,
he's on it all, Tattoo. Mr. Barton has

hunted every type of big game from
Alaska to Africa.

What's his fantasy?

His fantasy is to have the most exciting
hunt of his life.

That's not going to be easy.

It will be quite a challenge to provide
Mr. Barton with what he wants.

Well, I'm betting on the hunter.

You may be right, Tattoo.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke. Your
host, welcome to Fantasy Island.

I know what people say about me, Mr.
Rock.

Good old Susie, everybody's doormat.

It's just that I really like people.

I like helping them.

People who feel like you are often
misunderstood, Miss Warren.

But your feelings for Mr. Hecker are
much stronger than mere liking, or you

wouldn't be here.

Oh, I love Jack.

It's as simple as that.

But he has no time for love or me.

Being a success is everything to him.

You know, when we first started out, he
couldn't even afford a storefront.

And then his design started catching on
and look where he is today.

But you know, in all that time, he's
never once looked at me as a woman or

understood how I felt.

You didn't tell him that you love him?

I never had the courage tattoo.

Besides, love is a two -way street,
isn't it?

I'm just tired of hurting.

Please make me fall out of love, Mr.
Rourke.

Set me free.

All right, Miss One.

But there is only one way to do that.

By concentrating your emotions on the
opposite of love.

You mean hate?

That's exactly what my boss means.

But I've never hated anyone in my life.

But if that's the only way...

I'm ready.

Teach me to hate.

Tattoo?

They look like gumdrops.

That's what they are.

Except for one thing.

The sugar content has been extracted
from a very special fruit that grows

here on Fantasy Island.

It contains a certain ingredient which
induces, shall we say, a reverse.

emotional response in anyone who tastes
it.

You mean I eat one of these whenever?

Whenever you feel the need to experience
the emotion of hate, Miss Swan, yes.

That's hard to believe.

You know something, Mr. Rourke?

I just met you, and already I don't like
you.

I don't like either one of you.

You're too short, and you, you've got a
funny accent.

You see, Miss Wong, they do really work.

So be careful.

Be very careful.

I've got to be careful how I use these.

Mr. Rourke, I came here to discuss my
fantasy.

Oh, I've given it much thought, Mr.
Barton.

Although I prefer more relaxing sports,
like golf,

I have gone to great pains to consider a
hunt worthy of your ability.

Please make yourself comfortable, Mr.
Barton.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Unfortunately, I am against killing
animals for sports. And you've already

proven your...

skill against such game.

I'm glad you agree.

Any safari is not what I had in mind.

No? No animal is a match for me.

Granted, trapped or wounded, they can be
ferocious.

But intellect, Mr. Rourke, intellect is
what makes an adversary really

dangerous.

There can be only one adversary with
intellect.

Man himself.

That's murder, Mr. Barton.

Oh, I agree.

If we were talking about a traditional
hunt, certainly nothing is safe in my

sights. Now, Mr. Rock, what I had in
mind, what I envisioned was a game of

Like a high -stakes poker game.

Very high stakes.

Say what you mean.

You're the game for the kind of a hunt
I've got in mind, Rourke.

With the condition that you can't use
your so -called special powers.

Of course, you know the essence of a
truly great hunt holds danger for the

hunter as well as the hunted.

Exactly why I'm here.

Boss. You'll be a sitting duck.

Very well, I accept your terms.

No special powers?

No special powers, Mr. Barton.

However, if you're not successful in the
next 24 hours, there will be no holes

barred on my part.

Fair enough?

Good day.

Boss, why are you doing that?

I have very special reasons to do it.

Now, will you go prepare things for our
other guests' fantasy, please?

Thank you.

Lucky for you, my little friend is
harmless, Rourke.

If I had wanted, you'd already be dead.

Here, pin these ends together.

Susie, I'm here putting my career on the
line and you...

Suddenly disappear?

Where have you been?

Around.

Around? Jack, you didn't have to put
everything on the line.

You were doing just great selling to
everyday working girls.

But no, all of a sudden you had to get
into very expensive original designer

dresses.

Susie, moving up is the name of the
game.

And I have to admit the tension is
starting to get to me already.

I mean, if this show is a flop, I'll
probably be right back selling ready

right off the rack.

Jack, I have something to confess to
you.

That sounds ominous.

Well, I just wanted you to know that
when we came here, well, I wanted

to... Well, I just don't know how to say
it. Mr. Hecker, Irina Ravel will be

here in a little while. She wants to see
you.

Irina Ravel?

As in the house of Irene?

From Paris?

The one and only.

Jack, I was trying to tell you something
very important. Not now, Susie.

What could be more important than
meeting one of the most famous fashion

designers in the world?

Nothing I could say, obviously.

Skip it.

Please come in, come in. He's right over
here.

Mr. Hecker, may I present Miss Irina
Ravel.

Ah, what a marvelous surprise.

It's just a privilege meeting you.

I've been following your career with a
great deal of interest. Why, thank you.

Am I interrupting anything? No, no, no,
of course not, of course not.

No, of course not. I was only going to
tell him I love him.

I so looked forward to meeting you,
Jacques.

Jacques, Jacques.

Well, that's it.

My new label, The House.

Of Jacques.

Vera, get the printer on the phone right
away.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Well, what have we here?

I know. How about the lady barracuda and
the puppy dog?

House of Jacques.

Yuck would be a better word.

Now, I know you two have so much in
common you want to talk about Jacques.

But before I go, about that tension in
your neck...

Mr.

Rourke, I'm glad you could join me.

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

I took the liberty of ordering a special
King Emmanuel lobster salad for you.

Excellent choice.

What's the matter, Mr. Rourke?

Has something upset your appetite?

Oh, I don't scare that easily, Mr.
Barton.

Well, if you're just going to stare at
your food.

Delicious.

Do you think I'd be that obvious?

Perhaps I underestimated you.

But I seriously doubt it.

You know, I'm not really very hungry.

Perhaps you'd like another bite of mine.

Very, very good, Mr. Rourke. You are
catching on.

Actually, it's an interesting chemical I
put on your fork.

It's easily activated by a person's
saliva.

Just a short time in your stomach.

A little trick I picked up from a
village elder while searching for the

abominable snowman in Tibet.

You escape this time, Rourke.

But I promise you within 24 hours you'll
be dead.

Excuse me.

Forgive me for disturbing you.

May I join you?

Oh, sure.

Has anyone ever told you you look like
one of those mysterious stars in those

foreign movies? You know, where we have
to read what they say?

No.

No, but I find it a most charming and
flattering observation.

You do?

Are you here alone?

Yes. Uh, uh, no.

Uh, uh, in a way.

I'm Jack Hecker's personal assistant for
the fashion show.

Does Miss Hecker require your services
at dinner?

Only if the lamb chops need to be
dressed.

Eight o 'clock, Miss?

Call me Susie.

Eight o 'clock would be fine.

I'm staying in the Lilac Bungalow.

Au revoir, Susie.

Enjoying yourself, this one?

Oh, yes.

Did you see that man that just left?

Very handsome.

The point is, I saw him, too. And he saw
me.

And you know what?

I forgot all about Jack.

For the first time in five years, I was
turned on by another man.

Oh, then your fantasy is coming true the
way you want it.

Enjoy yourself, this one.

Oh, I intend to.

Goodbye.

More heat, please.

More heat.

All right. Watch me.

Watch your hands.

just broke down.

Oh, perhaps the generator has cut out
again.

I was hiding in the middle of the
lesson.

Don't sulk, my friend. I'll fix it.

Usually all it takes is a good swift
kick.

All right, girl.

Take five.

The generator.

Boss! Boss, booby trap.

No, boss!

No!

That's better.

Boss, I thought it was booby trap.

Tattoo, after all these years, have you
no faith in me?

Sure, boss, but I didn't want anything
to happen to you.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Thank you.

But don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

Now, you carry on with your hula lesson.

I'll get the rover and attend to some
other important business, all right?

All right, boss.

fatal mistake, Rourke.

You can't always ignore the obvious.

You lose.

I'm not sure that Susie Swan can help
us.

She said her position with Hecker is
only temporary.

She may be right. I just saw an example
of a vile temper.

But that's their problem.

Right now, she is working for him.

And our concern is that Jack Hicker is a
very talented and imaginative

competitor.

And that we're playing for very high
stakes.

I love your thinking, darling.

Especially when it comes to money.

Oh, by the way, you're Susie Swan?

She said I look like a motion picture
star.

Then you should have no trouble in
keeping her occupied and out of the way.

While you do what?

Make absolutely certain that my designs
dominate this fashion show.

By making just as certain that the heck
of creations disappear.

You take absolutely no chances, do you,
darling?

Dear Claude, I didn't get to where I am
by taking chances.

I had a message. Someone wanted to meet
me here.

Rourke?

Oh, no. It's impossible.

This soup is a special creation of mine,
Mr. Barton.

Would you care for a sample?

But you're... you're... Dead?

Oh, come now. Don't tell me my little
game of possum fooled you.

The master game hunter?

No.

I saw you walk in that garage with my
own eyes.

Yes, you did.

You cheated.

There's no way you could have survived
that explosion without using some

power.

I don't need special powers to beat you,
Mr. Barton.

I simply walked out the back door of the
garage.

That simple.

You are proving to be a worthy
adversary, Mr. Roark.

Does that mean you wish to try again?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

You're positive you won't try my soup?

I assure you it's quite good.

Oh, no.

No, thank you, Mr. Roark.

Mr. Barton?

Enjoy your fantasy.

Mmm.

Kim, start over at number four.

Stephanie, you model number two, and
Kathleen, number six. I think it's the

one, but I'm going to have to change the
design a little bit on that.

I'll work out the schedule later.

There are seats where the girls get
plenty of rest.

Of course, Mr. Hecker.

Have a good day.

It's kind of late for making changes,
isn't it?

So we'll burn the midnight oil. It's not
the first time.

There's one little problem.

I have a date.

Date? You mean a guy?

I imagine such a thing is quite a
surprise to you.

A man being interested in me.

No, I mean, why should it?

Then you don't care?

Of course not.

Go on, have yourself a good time.

Take care of things here.

It doesn't make you extra work?

There's nothing I can't handle.

Okay. You know what I feel like doing,
Jack Hicker?

What? Eating a gumdrop.

A little surprise, Mr. Rourke.

You like to practice putting.

Next time, bang.

Ah, Barton.

Do come in. Have a seat, won't you?

No, thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Why'd you ask to see me?

I thought it my duty to remind you that
time is running out on your fantasy.

I am well aware of that.

I was hoping you might reconsider and
drop this strange obsession of yours.

Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Rourke. I'm
enjoying myself.

You do remember, don't you?

There will be serious consequences if
you fail.

I remember.

I was hoping we might reach some sort of
agreement.

Frankly, Mr. Barton, I find it
impossible to understand this

fascination you have with killing.

It's not the kill, Mr. Rourke.

It's the excitement of the chase.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Frankly, it's conversation that bores
me.

Mr. Barton, you should try golf.

It requires skill, a bit of luck, and
nobody gets hurt.

You're wasting my time, Rourke.

I am appreciative of your concern over
my lack of skill.

Thank you.

Curiously, I found an explosive device
in this spotting cup today.

They are popping up in the most unlikely
places. Who knows?

Anyone might even find one in his own
room.

Perhaps even your room, Mr. Barton.

Oh, by the way, I believe the door will
open now.

Did you design that lovely dress you're
wearing?

Oh, no, I've never designed anything.

My specialty is fabrics.

And I'm also pretty good at solving last
-minute fitting problems.

At least I was until today.

What do you mean?

Do we have to talk about business?

I want to know everything about you.

Well, that'll take about three minutes.

Then what will we talk about?

Don't underestimate yourself.

What if you'd rather not talk about
yourself?

How do you get on with this Jack Hecker
chap you work for? You did mention your

relationship with him is only temporary.
Susie, Susie, I've been looking for

you. I've got a problem with the bodice
on number six.

You said you could handle it. Well, I
need you. I just can't get it done by

myself.

You need me?

Of course I need you.

Oh, gee.

Look here, Susie and I are having a
dinner.

Stay out of it, will you?

Look, will you help me, please?

Please? I don't want to get physical
about this, but you know... Look, Romeo,

she works for me. She's in the middle of
dinner. But I'm not paying her salary

to have dinner with you.

If I tell her to work all night long,
she works all night long. If I tell her

jump over a measuring tape, she jumps.

She jumps?

You're an awfully rude man. Why don't
you be a decent fellow and run along?

Yeah, Jack.

Why don't you split?

Darling.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I was trying to
hit Jack.

As for you, you go fix your own dresses,
you slave driver.

Where did he hide that bomb?

Go away!

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Barton. I didn't
mean to alarm you.

You're really enjoying yourself, aren't
you, Rourke? Aye.

You insisted on this fantasy, remember?

That's right. And I'm going to make sure
it works.

Well, and perhaps I should remind you
that you haven't got much time left.

At this point, I don't know what to
think.

Susie's acting strange. My show dress is
stolen.

What's going on suddenly?

If I don't find those dresses in time
for the fashion show tomorrow, I'm

Oh, no, no, Mr. Hercule. I assure you,
you have my full cooperation as well as

that of my entire staff in helping you
to locate them. Please don't worry.

I'd appreciate that. Now, you mentioned
Susie, Miss Swan.

Well, I'm a little worried about her,
Mr. Rourke. I mean, she was always so

sweet, so solid.

Always there when I needed her. Now,
sometimes I feel like... like she

hates me. Oh, no, no.

Well, if you want to know the truth, Mr.
Rook, I think... I think I love her.

Ah.

And have you discussed these feelings
with her?

No. Well, perhaps you should, Mr.
Hecker.

Perhaps you should.

My little smoke screen didn't scare you,
but I needed to get your attention.

I'm raising the stakes, Rourke.

I've got Tattoo.

I leave a trail for you to follow at
daylight so you can find us in the

If you don't, your little friend will
die.

You know, Susie, you brought something
into my life I haven't had for a long

time.

Like a pie in the face?

Exactly.

Excitement.

Your innocent charm.

You're truly a very desirable woman.

Is something wrong?

Oh, it's not you, Claude. It's me.

Susie! Susie!

Did you bring a measuring tape for me to
jump over, Jack?

Look, I'm sorry about that.

I mean, I've been stupid.

Blind.

You have?

If you'll just let me explain. Oh, no.
Not again.

Not ever again, Jack Hicker.

a favor you you gigolo get lost and as
for you i never want to see you

again not as long as i live do you read
me loud and clear

I've got lots of surprises planned for
your boss.

The entire area out there is booby
-trapped.

I wouldn't want to be you.

My boss is going to get real mad.

Good. Then he's more likely to make a
mistake.

But if he gets through, we'll all go to
hell together.

I'll blow the top of this hill off.

Ingenious, Mr. Barton. A tripwire for a
landmine.

All right. Two can play that game.

Have you heard what happened? All of Mr.
Hecker's dresses were stolen.

I couldn't care less.

Excuse me, Miss Swan, but why are you so
angry?

Oh, it's a long story, and it doesn't
have a very happy ending.

The only prayer Mr.

Hecker is going to have at that fashion
show today is to come up with at least

one dress to model.

He said he'd just have to start from
scratch.

He'd chosen this one, but wanted you to
select the fabric so she could get

started on it. Well, why isn't Wonder
Man here watching the store himself?

He said he had important things to do.

And he wants me to select the fabrics,
does he?

Okay.

Let's go with satin and burlap.

Burlap? Yeah, why not really be
creative?

Burlap and satin? It is my decision,
remember?

I'll need a bolt of burlap.

That's what burlap comes in.

So much for your Mr. Rourke.

Where are you?

Where are you, Rourke?

Here, Mr. Barton.

It's all over, Mr. Barton.

To break the rules.

You use your special powers.

No, Mr. Barton.

I beat you with a pair of scissors.

Yes, I cut the wire to your dynamite
charge under this hill.

No, it's not fair.

It's not fair.

Yes, that's true.

Susie?

Susie, I've been looking for you.

It's almost showtime and... It's not all
that important anymore.

You're not going to forgive me, not
ever. I know it.

You don't know what I did to your
beautiful dress.

Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry.

It's, uh, satin and burlap.

I mean, that's what I call imagination.

But I probably destroyed your whole
career.

So we, uh, we start over.

We?

I want you to be with me for the rest of
my life.

Susie, I've got to be the biggest jerk
in the world. I mean, I've been in love

with you all along. It's just that old
Jack has been so involved with his

business that he couldn't even admit it
to himself.

Oh, I've waited so long.

Say it.

I love you, sweet Susie Swann.

Oh, and I love you.

Well, shall we have a look at our burlap
beauty?

Miss Irena has designed this gold lame
two -piece cocktail dress for dinner

with your favorite man.

This gown has the look of molten metal
and the movement of a summer breeze.

Here, Miss Irena has designed Matahari
cocktail knickers with a halter top of

gray and black trim.

For your formal nights with that special
one, you have a raspberry moss crepe

slimline dress with a palmetto accent on
the shoulder.

And now, the one...

And only creation from the house of
Jacques.

Next thing we do is change that stupid
name.

This lovely creation of turquoise burlap
and pink sack.

Monsieur Jacques has created this jacket
of burlap and the panache of pink silk

sack. A brilliant statement.

On the dichotomy of today's society.

Wear this to the president's cocktail
party.

What a hit you'll be.

Well, I believe congratulations are in
order, Mr. Hector. In every category.

Perhaps it will in the long run,
Tatooine. He will now be where he should

been for a long time, under the doctor's
care.

If I didn't, his sick mind would have
driven him to sick place somewhere else.

You understand?

I understand.

But... Yes?

I'm glad that you are on our side.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

From both of us. All then, the fashion
show was a success. From your point of

view? I've had a dozen offers to create
a new line of designer dresses, which we

will begin to think about right after
our honeymoon.

Congratulations.

Miss Swan, I have a going -away present
for you.

Just in case.

Thanks just the same, but no thanks,
Tattoo.

I like things just the way they are.

Thank you very much. You're very
welcome, Mr. Hecker. Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

Boss,

what about her fantasy?

After all, she didn't fall out of love
with him. Ah, that is a question of

interpretation, Tattoo.

Miss Swan did fall out of love with the
Mr. Hecker she used to know.

But at the same time, she fell in love
with a new Mr. Hecker, who appreciates

her for the loving, desirable woman she
is.

I don't like you.