All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s07e16_baby_on_demand

Good morning, Mr. Rock.

Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

I assume from all the fuss being made
over them, they must be celebrities.

Not quite, Lawrence.

Mr. and Mrs. Paul Spencer have been sent
by a television show called Your

Wildest... Your Wildest Dream Come True.
I know that show, sir. Do you? Well,

they are sponsoring Mr.

Spencer's fantasy.

Whatever his wildest dream is, Mrs.
Spencer doesn't seem all that thrilled

being here.

That's because the lady's afraid her
husband's luck may be running out.

His luck, sir? Mr. Spencer was a fighter
pilot during World War II. His fantasy

is to have one definitive aerial
dogfight with a German ace, Gunther

determine which of them is truly the ace
of aces.

A dogfight, sir? You mean zoom, zoom,
rat -a -tat -tat and all that? All that.

No wonder Mr. Spencer looks worried.

Haven't I seen that face before?

Oh, I'm sure you have, Lawrence. That's
Miss Joanna Jones.

Of course.

The pop artist, if one can call that
singing art.

Nevertheless, he has made Miss Jones one
of the most popular singers in the

world. Not anymore, sir.

No, in recent years, her records have
sold less and less, and now Miss Jones

convinced herself that she's obsolete.

And what is her fantasy, sir? A
comeback?

No.

To have a baby.

And how are we supposed to help out?

By introducing her to the man she
ambitions will make her fantasy come

Have you found him, sir?

The very man.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

People from the television show are
supposed to be shooting this dogfight.

Shouldn't they be here by now, Mr. Orr?
No, Mr. Spencer. My arrangement is for

them to photograph only your arrival and
departure.

All other footage for their show will be
supplied by us. You'll understand why

shortly. Compared to today's jet
aircraft, it seems so simple.

Well, that's the beauty of it, Lawrence.

It's simplicity.

Everything was a lot simpler in those
days.

You knew who you were. You knew who your
enemy was.

Today... Everything's a lot more
complicated.

No room in the sky for guys like me
anymore.

Oh, that's a rather bleak statement for
a relatively young man, Mr. Spencer.

Well, last week I took my yearly
physical exam.

When the report came back, I wasn't
young anymore.

And I wasn't a flight captain for Global
American Airways anymore either.

You've been grounded, sir?

That's it.

Look, I haven't told my wife about it
yet.

But you can understand why this...

Fantasy means so much to me. I hope it's
satisfying to you, Mr. Spencer.

And to Mr. Gunther Richter.

The Messerschmitt check out to your
satisfaction, Mr. Richter.

A beautiful machine, Mr. Rock. Thank
you.

Mr. Paul Spencer, Mr. Gunther Richter.

Well, after all these years, we finally
meet.

Maybe it's better this way.

Yes, it's always better to save the best
for last.

So, then, is our little duel scheduled,
Mr. Rock? In a little while, Mr.

Richter, we'll have your Messerschmitt
fitted with a camera gun identical to

one in Mr. Spencer's plane.

Cameras instead of machine guns?

Yes. Well, more humane, of course.

Less satisfying, perhaps?

Perhaps, but at least you both have the
satisfaction of conducting your contest

on the World War II conditions in every
other respect.

Has the price -technical requirement
been made quite clear to Mr. Richter,

More rules?

Yes, yes.

Necessary ones, since you're not using
real bullets.

Whichever of you holds the other in his
gun sight...

For five full seconds is the winner.

The ace of aces. There is one more
thing, Mr. Rourke. Yes?

Well, look at us.

We're not the young lions we were 40
years ago.

What about the reflexes, the physical
stress factors?

It's my understanding you intended to do
something about that.

And so I shall.

But first, may I propose a toast,
Lawrence?

Mr. Richter?

Mr. Spencer. No, I had to give up
drinking a few years back. I think

this a very special champagne that
produces a very singular result.

If you please, Mr. Spencer.

Sir?

Thank you.

May the better man win.

Why, Seth, it's absolutely mind
-boggling.

Now you understand why I thought it best
not to have the television people here.

If you've got a road map of Texas...

You can see that it's a wide open state.

One lump or two, Miss Jones.

You can bet that it's a honky -tonky
place.

Will that be one lump or two, Miss
Jones?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Could I have iced tea instead, please?
Yes, Miss.

Iced tea.

That's what I used to sound like, Mr.
Rourke.

But I don't know what I sound like
today.

or even why you asked me to sing for
your guest.

That's not a part of my fantasy.

I'm well aware of that, Miss Jones.

I haven't even been practicing. I've
been rattling around this 30 -room shack

for the last couple years, staring at
the same old posters, listening to the

same old music, waiting for the same old
people to return my phone calls, which

they don't anymore.

I don't understand how having a child is
a solution to any of that, Miss Jones.

Having a child would give meaning to my
life again.

Oh, then you're speaking of building a
family.

Oh, no, Mr. Rourke. I don't want a
husband.

I know how that may sound.

But I've been living my own life too
long.

I wouldn't know where to go to look for
the kind of man that I would want to

father my child.

I see.

Do you?

I could give a child a lot of love, Mr.
Rourke.

I have plenty of time and money.

But I need for it to be mine.

I need to know the man.

You have many needs, Miss Jones.

Your iced tea, miss. Thank you.

In any event, I have made arrangements
for you to meet a man I feel can truly

fulfill those needs.

As a matter of fact, sir.

Ah, yes.

What does he think of me? I mean, of my
fantasy.

Oh, I haven't told him about that, Miss
Jones.

That's for you to do.

Mr. Rourke, I hope I didn't get the
wrong time. I'm not interrupting him.

no, no. But I'm afraid I won't be able
to join you.

I have, however, arranged for a most
charming substitute.

Miss Joanna Jones, may I present Mr.
Harley Payton.

How do you do?

Hello.

I wish I could say I was disappointed,
Mr. Rourke.

I promised Mr.

Payton that he'd be shown around our
island paradise.

Yes, but he didn't promise me I'd have
such a beautiful guide.

Shall we go?

This sort of thing is a little out of
our line, isn't it, Frank?

No, not really, Lawrence.

The outcome may well be something Miss
Jones never bargained for.

It's the fantasy. Do you like it?

Oh, what do you think?

Oh, look at... Oh.

Laurie, you're beautiful.

Look at you.

You look the way you did the day we were
married.

Do you remember that run -down hotel in
Atlantic City?

No heat and paper thin walls.

And the funny army chaplain who would
send such a hurry to marry us because of

all the other couples waiting in line.

He wasn't as anxious as I was.

Do you remember all those new brides?

And how they didn't want to wait a
minute because their husbands were all

off to war?

Oh, Paul, it was all I could do to keep
from letting you know how scared I was.

But we've got it again.

At least for a day or two.

Paula's liver honey went over.

Only this time without the constant fear
of never seeing each other again.

Oh, the scarf.

The one that I gave you the day you went
to go receive.

And it got me home safely from every
mission I ever flew.

What is it?

I almost forgot why we came to Fantasy
Island.

That's just a replay of an old dream.

There's no danger this time.

You told me you never wore that scarf
except for when you were going into

combat.

Look, look.

Now, the only thing we're shooting this
time is film.

So relax, okay?

Look, you take it.

Now, you know I'd never go up without it
if I thought I'd be flying in harm's

way.

You're single, right?

Doesn't feel that bad.

No, I cheat. I really know who you are.
I even have a couple of your albums.

Well, congratulations.

You're among the endangered species.

Every career rollercoaster's up and
down.

I'm a business manager, I know.

You just gotta hang on.

I'm tired of just hanging on.

You want to talk about it?

Well, I think I have to.

I mean, we have to.

Because it concerns you.

Me?

You see, I came here to have a baby.

Well, it doesn't show.

No, no, no, no, no. You don't
understand.

I'm not yet.

But I want to be.

I mean, I'm... I don't know what you
are, but what I am is confused.

Well, let's just drop it. I've got some
things I need to do.

Can I see you later?

I'd like that.

I'll give you a call.

Great.

Okay, Richter, let's get it on.

Okay, Rector, according to Ross' rules
of combat, we take her up to Angel's

tent.

10 ,000 feet.

Correct, Mr. Spencer?

Any clouds for you to hide in, Richter?

Don't you feel a little naked, Spencer?

Without your squadron to cover your
attack?

Negative. My game was always one -on
-one.

Now, come out wherever you are.

you have, Richter.

You over, Nick? Number 57, Spencer.

I don't think so.

I'm on your tail.

You're not shaking me, Lute.

Well,

I'm trying to explain why I'm going to
do what I'm going to do.

Well, what are you going to do?

Just give me a minute, okay?

All that about my childhood.

That's why I got into music as heavy as
I did.

It's the one thing that no one could
take away from me.

Until the bottom fell out.

You're a roller coaster.

Yeah, when I stopped caring about my
music, people sensed it. And they

caring too.

And they stopped buying my records.

So you're upset about your life.

I have houses and cars and things that
money can buy. But I need something of

own.

Something that would give my life
meaning.

I'm hearing a lot about me and my, but
what about what the baby will mean?

Oh, it'll have everything.

Including a very special father.

Hmm.

Will you do it?

What?

You mean me?

Will you?

I...

My pleasure, so to speak.

Oh, honey, don't ever do this to me
again.

Oh, Laurie, you should have been there.
You can't believe what it felt like. Oh,

Paul. Mr. Rourke, it was fantastic.

Well, I'm pleased you're pleased, Mr.
Spencer.

The Allies won, of course, didn't they,
sir?

Unfortunately, there was no winner.

Yeah, you can forget about developing
the film. Neither one of us could nail

other one for the required five seconds.

Well, splendid.

Then there is no loser. And you can both
claim the title Ace of Aces.

Shall I open the champagne, sir? By all
means.

We haven't met.

I'm Lorraine Spencer.

Gunther Richter.

I'm sorry for staring.

You're very beautiful.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me.

I take it Mr. Richter is not entirely
happy about sharing the title, sir?

Neither am I. And I'm sure the
television people aren't going to like

One more time, Mr. Rourke.

Paul, no!

Why not? I can get him this time. He's
good, but so am I. Now, Mr. Rourke...

I'll talk to the television people. I'm
sure they'll pick up the tab, but if

they don't, I will.

The eyelid cost is no problem, Mr.
Spencer. It can be arranged if Mr.

agrees. Oh, he'll agree.

I can guarantee it.

Excuse me.

I have this uneasy feeling, sir.

So have I, Lawrence.

So have I.

I think I'd be out of my mind to turn
her down. I imagine many would say that,

yes. So I'm not going to.

Well, that, of course, is entirely up to
you.

Did she explain her reasons for wanting
this baby?

Yes, she did, and I can understand how
she feels, I guess.

And you?

What do you mean, me?

I'll never even see it.

Really, Mr. Payton?

Nor think about it?

Your son or daughter?

Is she all right? Is she happy?

What he looks like?

No?

Out, you canine usurper!

No one may sit in this chair but Mr.
Rock.

My dear girl, I am Lawrence, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

One never knows when opportunity might
strike.

Paul,

please, don't fly against Richter again.
Oh, Maury.

And the TV people could put on a good
show with the film we'll give them.

As far as I'm concerned.

But why, Paul? What is it?

In a couple of days, we're going to be
leaving here.

Going back to who we really are. Who I
really am.

You see, I want people to see the show
and see me going out a winner.

What are you talking about, going out?

I didn't pass my last flight physical.

I'm grounded.

For good.

You mean you have to retire? Yeah.

Oh, honey.

Is that all it is?

Oh.

It's my whole life.

Flying's the only thing I know.

My poor baby.

And all those wonderful plans we made
for when you'd finally have to retire.

Getting the health up at the lake in
Tahoe that we've always had our eye on.

You being able to fish anytime you
wanted. Forget about the clock.

Maybe start a small business.

Oh, Paul, your life, our life, isn't
over.

It's just beginning.

I just thought you might be disappointed
in me somehow.

Darling, I couldn't be happier.

How the hell did I get so lucky?

Champagne? Yes, thank you.

And one for me.

To us.

Here.

Will I ever see this baby?

What? I think you're getting a little
ahead of the situation, aren't you?

Won't he want to know who his father is?

Harley, you're not cooperating.

I know.

Joanna, I cannot go through with this.

To me, you want a baby for all the wrong
reasons.

That's none of your business.

Well, it's my kid too, you know.

Oh, not at this rate.

Joanne, you are a most desirable woman.

But a baby is not some gadget you just
go buy over the counter.

You can't talk to me like that, Harley
Payton. I've trusted you. And I want to

make love to you.

But not like this.

With my compliments to help you
celebrate your second honeymoon.

That's very sweet, Mr. Roark. It's my
pleasure.

Well, we need another case of bubbly
tomorrow for another celebration.

My win over Richter.

Personally, I think it's gotten out of
hand.

You may be right, Mrs. Spencer.

Will you excuse me?

You're very beautiful.

Mr. Richter?

Mr. Richter, won't you join us?

Thank you.

Here, have some of this.

You're very kind.

If I may propose a toast.

To your wife, Spencer.

Because she is every bit as lovely as
the woman I love.

My own wife.

Thank you.

So where is this lovely woman of yours?

Yeah, why don't you bring her with you
to Fantasy Island?

Well, she is here.

But only in my memory.

Wilma is dead.

I'm sorry.

Thank you. But it was a long time ago.
During the war which your husband and I

try so desperately to romanticize.

It was a sad time.

Yes.

Wilma was killed during an American
bombing raid on Dresden.

A non -military target.

Perhaps your squadron flew escort for
the B -17s on that raid, Spencer.

Not on that one.

But you remember, of course.

It was a meaningless raid at the end of
the war.

A terror raid to break the morale of the
German citizens.

I was a lieutenant.

I didn't make decisions. I flew missions
just like you.

I don't often think about the war.

I've been too busy working, building a
career in the automotive business.

We were young then, like you were.

Later, I married three times trying to
forget Wilma.

But today, up there, it all came back.

I could see her face just before the
bombs hit.

Mr. Richter, please.

It was... Such a long time ago.

We are sorry, but can't we change the
subject?

Good idea.

Look, we can't change the past, but we
can have some of this good champagne.

There's a word we Germans have.

Belschmerz. Among other things, it
uniquely describes a person who has

weary of living with lies.

The lie that such raids were necessary.

That women and children must die.

You're forgetting about the blitz on
London. What about Warsaw?

I'm forgetting nothing, Spencer.

Will you excuse me now?

I'm sorry about earlier this evening.
Oh, yeah, I understand.

Hey, but Rourke says we can go at it one
more time.

You're good, Spencer.

You really are a very good flyer.

But you're not that good, so why don't
we leave it the way it is? Oh, come on,

Richter. My gut says I can take you.
What does yours say?

All right.

But there's a condition this time. Leave
it.

You may not have the stomach for what I
have in mind. Oh, I'll fly you

blindfolded if that's what you want.

That won't be necessary.

Instead, we substitute these for the
film.

How about you?

Wouldn't you rather die like this than
go back to being an old man?

It's time for Rio.

But we'll keep it our secret until
afterward.

Yes.

I will tell Rourke all about it.

Afterward.

Good evening.

Excuse me.

Mr.

Rourke, I want to work with you.

Of course, Miss Johnson. Lawrence, will
you bring some tea? Yes, sir. Please

have a seat, won't you?

Has something happened to displease you,
Miss Johnson? Well, nothing has

happened, and that displeases me very
much.

Does it really?

How can you ask?

That man walked out on me last night.

Well, surely he had some reason.

Oh, sure he had a reason. He was
exercising the father's prerogative.

Mr. Rourke, you promised me a man that
would cooperate.

Miss Jones, Fantasy Island cannot
guarantee you're conceiving a child.

We offer only the opportunity to fulfill
your fantasy.

You mean that's it?

Perhaps if you considered Mr. Payton's
side of things, you might find his

viewpoint contains merit worthy of
consideration.

I didn't come here to psychoanalyze
Harley Payton.

I came here to get pregnant.

Thanks for nothing.

Oh, Joanna, I've been looking all over
the place for you.

I don't need another lecture, Mr.
Payton. Thank you very much. No, no

honest. I just wanted to apologize for
walking out on you the way I did last

night. Well, great. You've apologized.

Goodbye. Now, will you listen to me for
just a minute, please?

Why should I?

Because I care about you and your baby.

What baby?

I know you feel rejected because of last
night, but it's the situation. It's not

you.

I don't care. Yes, you do.

I know you do, and so do I.

I could love you, Joanna.

Then you should have, Harley.

She seems to be leaving with him.

Yeah.

I think maybe I could have handled all
this a little differently. How?

She's a free woman, after all.

Yeah, that's a big comfort. All I meant
was you mustn't blame yourself, Mr.

Payton, and you have to preserve your
self -respect.

Are you kidding?

Can't you see what's going to happen
now?

If you want to change your mind, now's
the time.

Once we're up in the air, this is a very
haunted.

I'm going to kill you, Spencer.

You know, I'm still trying to believe
that this is really happening.

I mean, I'm really here with you.

Yeah, me too.

Joanna Jones, the pop star.

Picking me up.

You know, I've never been with someone
famous before.

I'm not Joanna Jones.

Of course you are.

What are you trying to pull, huh?

I'm really sorry.

Joanna Jones just doesn't exist anymore.

Miss Jones wishes to see you, sir.

And I am always delighted to see Miss
Jones.

Well, then I can add to your delight by
telling you that I've accomplished my

fantasy. I think Miss Jones and I had
best talk a moment along, Lawrence.

Yes, sir.

Miss Jones, the gentleman with whom you
suggest you consummated your fantasy

came to me complaining that you threw
him out of your bungalow.

Totally unconsummated, by the way.

Now, I hope you haven't forgotten that
you are contracted to sing tonight.

Oh, Mr. Roark, don't make me stay.

You are not being honest.

No.

You feel your fantasy hasn't been
realized and you are disappointed.

Now, that's understandable.

But a child can't possibly give you a
sense of identity, Miss Jones. You have

provide that out of the fullness of your
own life.

You can't burden a baby with such a
responsibility.

Well, what am I supposed to do? How do I
straighten out my life?

You start here.

By honoring your obligation and singing
tonight.

Why, you have the opportunity to
establish a new identity as a singer

new Joanna Jones.

And she can be whoever you want her to
be.

I wouldn't know where to start.

Well, you start by deciding to sing
again.

Well, maybe the audience won't like me.
Maybe they won't.

Or maybe they will.

Maybe they'll sense the true artist in
you, as I do.

The real Joanna Jones.

You think I can do it?

I know you can.

Victor, we climb to Angel 10 and break.

No more games.

Not going to be like World War II, Yank.

This time you're going to lose.

I told you I wouldn't fly this morning,
but I have to.

I hope you understand all my love, Paul.

I know, it doesn't sound all that
ominous.

But the bullet and the fact that he took
his combat scarf with him. And you say

he never wore it, except when he flew in
actual combat. Yes, that's what

frightened me, Mr. Rourke. I'd say you
have every reason to be uneasy, madam.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, if you don't stop them.

I know one of them's going to be killed,
I know it.

There still may be time.

You'd better stop daydreaming, Spencer,
or you're a dead man.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, do something.

Mr. Spencer, this is Rourke.

Come in, please.

Why doesn't he answer, sir?

I don't know, Lawrence.

Perhaps because he doesn't want to.

Very good. Apparently the reputation you
earned during the war is well deserved.

Spencer, Richter, this is Rourke.

You are both to land at once.

Sorry, Mr. Rourke, this is between us.

Haven't you learned anything, Yank? I
have you.

Wrong again.

What is it with you?

You're hanging there like a wounded
pigeon. You got a problem, Richter?

Worry about yourself, Spencer.

Come on up there. Break off and come
down. It's over.

Can't you see he's handing you this kill
on a platter?

Richter, it's too easy. I don't shoot
sitting ducks.

Mr. Rourke is right about this.

Sorry, but all of a sudden this isn't
fun anymore. I'll see you on the ground.

Don't stomach for it anymore, Yank.

We are seeing too much for you.

Oh, Paul's going to land.

I could shoot you down, Spencer.

But I don't think you will.

Look, one of us dying won't bring Wilma
back. I wish I could. I mean that.

Shoot. Damn it, shoot.

Just because you can't shoot, I can.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

It's no good, Richter. You can't force
him to fight. Cut down, please.

To what?

Spencer, I warn you, this time I will
not miss.

Fight me!

He has no reason.

Don't do it, please.

He's right, Wilma. I must let you go.

I love you.

I will always love you.

Perhaps that will be enough.

I'm ready to begin that new future you
were talking about.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your
attention, please?

I take great pleasure in introducing to
you a very lovely lady, a wonderful

singer. Will you please welcome Miss
Joanna Jones.

Thank you.

Thank you, but Mr. Roark should have
said the new Joanna Jones.

I hope you like her.

You know, I haven't decided what kind of
music I'll be singing from now on. But

I have decided one thing.

I'll be singing it for you.

You know I want you, baby.

I can't help but feel this way.

I got my eyes on you, darling.

I can't wait another day.

I want to wrap my arms around you and
squeeze you through the night

and love you till the morning. I want to
make you feel right.

Well, now take my hand and show me
things you do so

well.

We might last forever.

Only time will tell.

I want a kiss.

You all over You're gonna feel low
tonight I know it's hard on

you, baby Come on and make me feel right
Well, now

take my hand and show me The things you
do so well We

might last forever Only time will tell I
wanna kiss

you all over

Don't be lost tonight.

I know it's hard on you, baby. Come on
and make me feel right.

Come on and make me feel right.

I feel right. I feel right. I feel
right. I feel right.

Come on and make me feel right.

I think you're a hit, Miss Jones.

Thanks to you.

And thanks to you, when I do decide to
have that baby someday, it'll be for all

the right reasons.

You're terrific, as ever.

Not as ever, Harley.

This is brand new. At least for me it
is.

Joanna, I want to see you again.

But I guess you're going to be pretty
busy when you leave here.

Not that busy, Harley.

Never that busy.

I tell you, Mr. Rourke, the first thing
Lorraine and I are going to do when we

get home is we're going to get an RV and
we're going to take off to every corner

of the United States that has a gas
pump.

Goodbye, sir.

Mr. Rourke, have you met my new manager?

Well, congratulations to both of you. I
predict you'll be a most formidable duo

in the music business.

Well, thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, sir. About her fantasy, sir.
Yes?

You suppose she'll... I mean, they'll...
I'm absolutely certain of it, Lawrence.

Absolutely certain.