All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s06e13_midnight_waltz

Good morning, boss. Good morning,
Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Who is that nice -looking man, boss?

Mr. John Cook, a very successful
physical therapist from St. Paul,

He's got a nice face, but his eyes look
kind of sad.

That's very perceptive, the two.

In fact, Mr. Cook is fighting
courageously to hold his life together

You see, his wife of 39 years died only
six months ago.

And he loved her very much, right, Bob?

Oh, yes, that's true. Mr. Cook loved his
wife very deeply. Yet, out of his

genuine consideration for other people,
he has never openly shown his grief.

So, what's his fantasy?

His fantasy, that's true, is to have one
last dance with his wife.

But, Bob, how can he?

You say that she was... that she was
dead.

Who is that lady, boss? She looks shy.

Miss Adele Anthony, a waitress from Des
Moines, Iowa. And you're right, Arthur.

She's not much of a socializer.

Ever since her parents died, she has
spent all her time working to support

younger brothers and sisters.

She sounds nice.

Well, having served others all her life,
Miss Anthony's fantasy is to spend the

weekend having others wait on her.

That's all?

That's a simple fantasy.

Yes, but I have a feeling there is
something else she wants from us.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I love my wife, Mr. Roth. Always will.

Years we had together were more than
happy.

They were a gift. Complete.

Except... Except for what?

Well, there was one small thing left
unfinished.

What's that?

Tomorrow night would have been our 40th
wedding anniversary.

It's funny how little things get
started.

Now, every year, she'd give me a white
rosebud for my lapel, I'd give her an

orchid corsage, and we'd go dancing.

She really fought to stay alive for this
anniversary, Mr. Rourke.

A... A ruby anniversary.

But she didn't make it.

It was her final wish, and mine too, to
have this one last dance together.

Boss, we can do it, can we?

Yes, that one.

I can assure you your fantasy will be
fulfilled, Mr. Cook.

Tomorrow is the Fantasy Island annual
Valentine Ball.

That's right.

Plan to attend, Mr. Cook.

And you will have your last dance with
your wife.

Tomorrow at precisely midnight.

My brothers and sisters insisted upon
giving me that fantasy, Mr. Roark. I

they think they owe me something for
taking care of them all these years, but

they didn't know what a busy man you
are, so I'll just come back later, like

a year or two.

And disappoint your brothers and
sisters?

I'm sorry.

It's just that I feel so, so weird
about... About being waited on by

else for a change?

There is something more to your fantasy,
isn't there?

This is going to sound dumb, but... I'd

kind of like to be a queen.

A queen?

I mean, if it's not too much bother. Oh,
it's no bother at all. Did you have any

preference as to which country?

Well, I've always wondered what France
would be like.

France. Splendid choice.

Tattoo, will you get my bow and the
arrow next to it? I shall, boss. Thank

Miss Anthony, will you come to me,
please?

Ah, thank you, Tattoo.

That is a very special bow and arrow,
Miss Anthony.

Very rare, very unusual.

Oh, I used to take archery in high
school.

Oh, well, then do you think you could
shoot the arrow through that window over

there?

Are you joking?

Absolutely not. When you release the
arrow, your fantasy will begin.

Go ahead.

You are truly in rare form today, Your
Highness.

Soon all of France will be talking about
your market share.

France?

Did you say France?

Mr. Rourke did it.

I'm a real queen.

My Lord, that looks like Carol.

Carol?

Oh, excuse me for staring.

Just a moment. I thought you were
someone else.

Oh, that's all right.

Well, they're beautiful, aren't they?

My name is John Cook.

I'm Martha Wilson.

Well, it's a pleasure, Mrs. Wilson.

I've never seen so many varieties of
flowers growing in one place.

Fantasy Island is a botanical paradise.

I take it you're not a gardener.

Oh, no.

I was just cutting these for a flower
-ranging class I'm attending.

It's something to do.

Of course.

Hope I don't sound forward, but you're
not doing anything for lunch.

I didn't mean to be pushy.

I'm just not used to dining alone yet.
My wife died six months ago.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

No reason to be.

We had many wonderful years together.

So did my husband and I.

Mrs. Wilson, I hope I haven't offended
you. I was just trying to be helpful.

Mrs. Wilson.

I

don't

believe it, Your Majesty.

Oh, really? It's not that big a deal.
Oh, even the king will laugh at your

jesting today, my lady.

The king?

My husband?

Uh, what do I call him?

Why, by his name, of course, your
majesty.

Louis. Louis, and, um, what does he call
me?

Why, by your name, of course, my lady.

If that's my husband, God save me.

Idiot! How dare you trip your king?

You could lose your head for that.

Help her up.

Hello,

my dear.

I hope you don't mind. I invited the
Baroness LaRue to join us.

Your Highness, I'm sorry we're late.

But Louis is so entertaining.

Yes, yes. Well, I am rather tired this
morning.

Let's have some refreshments.

You weren't tired 30 minutes ago, my
lord.

I was something of an animal, wasn't I?
Indeed.

But sneaking in and out of the royal
chamber is beginning to bore me.

Louis, darling.

Easier if the queen simply met with a
little accident.

Wait a minute.

What's going on?

I've been warning from the peasants that
a revolution is at hand.

A revolution?

We must leave, Your Highness.

John,

I'd like to apologize for running off
early in the day.

I should never have come here.

It was a terrible mistake.

Why?

Well, my friends arranged it for me to
cheer me up.

But they're couples, married.

They don't understand what it's like to
lose someone you've lived with all your

life.

I'm sure they were just trying to help.

How can they help?

They don't know what it's like to wake
up alone, face another empty day all by

yourself.

Believe me, Martha, I know what it's
like.

Everything is so lush and alive.

You'll find a lot of solace in beauty
and in friendship.

You're very kind.

Sorry I turned you down for lunch.

But I'm free for dinner.

If I should go home now, my friends
would be crushed.

I've just got to stick it out for the
weekend.

I don't think I can do it alone.

And we'll just stick it out together.

All right.

Such a dinner.

It's dinner time.

People go home and eat.

Perhaps, Your Majesty, because they have
nothing to eat.

Oh. Well.

Pass the peasant thing on.

Louis, please. Those poor people are
starving, and we have so much.

Isn't there something we can do?

Of course.

We shall do as we have always done, my
dear.

Ignore them.

Ladies, gentlemen, I'm more used to
taking orders than giving them, but

a first time for everything, so I hereby
decree that we pass food

out to the people on the streets.

And if there's not enough hot food,
well, then I say we also let them eat

cakes we were going to have for dessert.

Agreed?

A tote.

To the queen for her most charitable
thought.

To the queen.

Hear, hear. Hear, hear.

Quickly, do as I say. Tell your guards
to announce to the rabble outside

what their queen has said. But only the
last thing she said.

And do not let one crumb of food pass
through their mouth.

And do it quickly.

What the devil are you up to now? My
eyes tell me that a revolution is sure

break out any day now. And when it does,
you, among others, will be sure to lose

your head.

Unless we set someone else up to take
the blame for the ills of society.

Precisely.

Let the Queen's magnanimous gesture be
announced throughout the land.

From now on, she shall be known for her
word.

Let them eat cake.

Let them eat cake?

Where have I heard that before?

I get it.

When the starving peasants hear what the
queen has said, they'll... they'll

hate her.

People of France are starving to death.
Can you tell them to eat cake?

Do none of my subjects respect my
privacy?

Take him to the dungeon!

We

will have our

revenge on you, Marie Antoinette. Marie
Antoinette?

French Revolution?

She was... beheaded.

Well,

just listen to me.

You actually made me laugh.

Oh, it was a wise old doctor who said
that laughter is the best medicine.

I'd forgotten how wonderful it is just
to sit and talk to someone.

Now, we all should get out more, be with
people.

My friends back home are well
-intentioned, but it only makes me feel

They treat me like a tragic heroine in
some opera.

I never was a fan of the opera.

How about a nightcap?

Why not?

I'm sorry, I have to get out of here.

Wait.

Martha?

Martha, couldn't we talk about it?

It was that song.

Frank had the orchestra play it for me
on my honeymoon.

John, I think we should call it a night.

Well, I'm not going to let you be alone.

Not just yet.

I'll be all right.

Thanks for understanding.

Wait. Are you sure you're going to be
okay?

Don't, John. Don't. Don't. Don't.
Just...

Just please leave.

All right, but I'll see you in the
morning. No, no, we're behaving like

children. I should never have let you do
that.

Oh, Martha, we were both caught up in
the moment. Just two lonely people who

needed each other.

But don't you understand?

When I kissed you just now, I was
kissing Frank.

Were you?

I don't want to live without my husband.
Don't you understand?

I don't want to see you again.

I understand your name is Francois?

Your Majesty.

Why have you come here? To gloat? Go
ahead, because the people of France will

have the last laugh when you and
everyone else in the monarchy are dead.

We have endured part... Francois,
Francois, I'm on your side.

And to prove it...

There, you're a free man.

What sort of trick is this?

None. And what's more, I've talked the
king into drawing up a long list of

social reforms.

I don't understand.

Why? Well, let's just say if I don't do
something, I'm liable to end up missing

a vital part of my body.

And it's a long story, but I'm rather a
fan of democracy myself.

If only I could believe you.

Just wait five minutes and get out of
here.

I'll send the guards away.

Take the corridor to the left. The door
leading to the street is open.

And be careful.

Mr. Cook, you're up very early.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Roark, I didn't
sleep at all.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Fine. Beautiful morning, don't you
think?

Have you ever stopped to think that one
of the reasons you are so successful in

helping your patients to heal is because
you listen so carefully to their inner

feelings?

I suppose that may be true, but... And
how are you going to heal yourself?

if you never share your sorrow with
someone who's willing to listen.

People want to be cheered up, Mr. Roy,
not burdened. Is that true, or is it

you know only how to give help and have
yet to learn how to receive it?

It's time for you to start thinking of
yourself.

Believe me, Louis, you're doing the
right thing.

That mob outside means business with a
capital B.

What?

They're not jesting.

I'm sure they're not.

Now, since you pressed so hard for these
reforms, the honor of signing them

shall be yours.

Lovely.

Lovely.

And here.

One more.

Perfect. What a relief.

Believe me, Louis, you won't regret
this.

I'm sure I won't.

Now it's getting late, my dear. You must
get some sleep.

Don't wake up for me.

How distasteful.

She signed the letter without suspecting
a thing.

This will prove to the rabble outside
that Marie alone is responsible for

well -deserved misery.

And I'm sure you'll find some way for it
to accidentally fall into their hands.

Oh, indeed, my liege. And once we
appease them by giving them a wreath

will be queen.

You are irredeemable when you are
devious.

Good

morning.

You're not leaving.

Yes, John, I am.

I was up all night thinking. I'm sorry I
said what I did.

I was just so afraid and I felt so
awkward.

I did too.

I haven't dated since I was in my 20s.
I'm pretty rusty.

When you live with one person all your
life, as you know, it's hard to let go

old habits. I'm afraid it's impossible.

You want her to try it?

Are you playing Cupid Tattoo?

Why not?

Perhaps I will stay.

You won't regret it.

Bring them back.

I'm feeling awkward again.

How do we begin?

Just by being friends.

Taking the day as it comes.

Mr. Rock mentioned something about a
dance tonight.

Fantasy Island Valentine's Ball.

Would it be too forward of me to ask you
to be my escort?

You will have your dance with your wife
at precisely midnight.

I'm sorry.

That was insensitive.

No, no, it was flattering.

I'd be honored, Martha.

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there! Get out of there! Get
out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there! Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Mary Antoinette, I warned you that
someday France would discover your gross

abuse of power.

I have no recourse but to arrest you for
crimes committed against the people and

their beloved king.

Caesar!

She will be guillotined tomorrow at
dawn.

No.

No, it's not true. The king is lying.

You're making a terrible mistake.

How was I?

Yes.

Oh, Carol.

You are going to be here tonight.

What shall I do about Martha?

This is Wilton's bungalow, please.

Hello? Martha?

It's John. I... John, how sweet of you
to call.

Now, don't worry if you're late.

I bought a new gown for the night.

I haven't been shopping since, well, for
a long time.

I hope you like it.

I'm sure I will.

Actually, I just called to see what kind
of flowers you

like.

Gardenias. They've always been my
favorite flower.

All right.

I'll see you at nine.

Just make it a simple armband.

First of all... Hello, my queen.

Or should I say goodbye?

Because very shortly, Fran is going to
have a new queen.

Me?

Oh, I see.

You and Louis cooked up this little
conspiracy together.

Louis?

Ridiculous. I thought up the whole
scheme myself.

Let's not waste time. I've come for your
crown. Give it to me.

And the necklace?

You can have it.

Actually, I've always thought it was
rather tacky, myself.

Your jewelry is the only thing I've ever
really liked about you.

Quickly. Everything is set for your
escape.

You plan to escape?

Guards! We've taken care of the guards.

She dropped in to relieve me of my
crown.

What now?

No time to wait.

We'll have to take her with us.

Madam?

Don't touch me.

Your Majesty.

Yes? The queen has escaped from the
dungeon.

What?

Well, do something!

Sound the alarm!

Fool! Idiot!

The king's men are right behind us.

Of course they are.

You'll never get through.

You're not common, Riddler.

Lady Perth, knock on it.

No!

Wait, they're turning around.

I don't see the king anymore.

We don't hurry, my

Lee. We'll lose them.

We hurry.

We'll lose me.

You lace -brained buffoon. It's me.

The real queen is probably halfway to
Spain by now.

But the people are demanding for her
head, and if I don't deliver it, they'll

want my head.

You understand, darling.

Well, do as I say. Seize her.

Arrest the queen.

Are you out of your mind?

Well, after all, I am the king.

She wears the royal crown and the
necklace, does she not?

Well, do as I say. Arrest her.

better idea, Your Majesty.

We'll arrest you both.

And then let the people of France decide
what to do with you.

Let the people of France decide?

Positively, Bob Herrick.

Help me talk him out of this.

Louis, put a sock on it.

I don't understand.

If you're not the queen, who are you?
Oh, Francois, never mind that. Let's

spend the few minutes we have left on
important things.

The driver will take you someplace safe.

But since the revolution's begun, I have
to go back.

I have this terrible feeling we'll never
see each other again.

I believe you may be right, Francois.

I'll never forget you.

It's impossible to forget anything or
anyone truly extraordinary.

Well done, Stephanie.

Not only were you treated like a queen,
you behaved like one.

Ah, evening.

Yes, table A, please. Your friends are
waiting for you.

Mrs. Wilson.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Tattoo, will you show Mr. Coke to table
four, please? That is, if I may ask Mrs.

Wilson to dance with me.

I'll wait for you at the table. All
right.

Please follow me.

Have a good time, Mr. Oakley. Thank you.

I'm glad you decided to stay with us
until the weekend is over, Mr. Wilson.

am I, Mr. Rourke.

I feel hopeful for the first time in a
long while.

I never thought I'd ever meet anyone
who... Who could make you feel happy and

complete again.

Yes.

It's been a wonderful evening.

I wish this weekend would never end.

You know, I need someone like you in my
life, John.

I mean, someone with whom I could look
forward to tomorrow.

I'll show you to your bungalow. All
right.

Oh, I forgot my purse.

I'll get it. No, no, no, I'll get it.
You just wait. I'll be right back.

Boss, I'm going to say goodnight to Mrs.
Wilson.

By all means.

I wanted to say goodnight, Mrs. Wilson.

Thank you, Tati.

Joe?

Carol, my darling.

Happy anniversary, John.

This is our dance.

I love you, Carol.

And I always will.

I know.

It was the strength of your love that
brought me here.

But why are you looking so unhappy?

Because of Martha.

Martha?

Oh, yes.

She's a lovely person.

You know, you always had such exuberance
for life.

That's what made me so happy all those
years we spent together.

I think it would be a shame to lose that
gift, hmm?

What are you saying?

Oh, John, if it had been you, wouldn't
you have wanted me to go on living,

happy? Oh, yes, of course. You see,
darling, I want the same thing for you.

Until yesterday, Martha had lost all
hope, joy.

But you're giving that back to her.

giving her a reason to live again.

She needs you.

You need her.

Go to her.

You and I can wait until later.

I love you. I love you, Carol. Always,
always.

I love you, too.

Forever.

Be happy.

Goodbye, my darling.

Your fantasy is over, Mr. Cook.

Are you ready? Yes.

Oh, yes, I'm ready, Martha.

Oh, he's welcome. He's very happy.

Very glad.

But, you know, it's a shame that Mr.

Cook didn't get his fantasy.

He danced with his wife.

Yes.

Mr. Rock, Tattoo, I want to thank you
for everything.

When I came here, it was under protest.
I didn't even have a fantasy.

But I had one fulfilled anyway.

We both did.

I think we might even be married when we
get back to the mainland.

We let you know. We do.

I'm so glad everything went so well.

Thank you both again, Tattoo. Thank you,
Mr. Rock. Goodbye, Tattoo.

Well, things look kind of shaky there
for a while, Mr. O 'Rourke, but I think

you have a satisfied customer after all.

How did he go?

Would you believe it?

I met a man in my fantasy who said I was
extraordinary.

Me, a waitress from Des Moines.

That doesn't surprise me at all. I've
been selling myself short my entire

Mr. O 'Rourke.

I want to thank you for making me see
that.

From now on, the people I meet, they're
in for a real treat.

Bye. Goodbye, Southerner.

Bye, Tattoo. Bye. Oh, thank you.

Unhook it.

Williger, did you enjoy your fantasy?

Oh, you mean did I enjoy being king and
wearing those funny clothes and being

walked all over by a baroness and almost
having my head chopped off? Oh, yeah, I

loved it.

You being the weirdest thing was my
idea.

Yeah, I kind of thought so.

Listen, Mr. Rourke, next time, please
don't pay me off with a fantasy for my

services. How about cold, hot cash?

By all means.

Williger?