All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s07e18_mermaid_and_the_matchmaker

Good morning, Mr. Brock. Good morning,
Lawrence.

Stop.

Are you surprised to see me?

Oh, yes, Naya, very surprised.

What brings you back to Fantasy Island
after all these years?

I'm a thousand years old, Rourke. I'm
tired of being immortal.

I'm tired of falling in love with
sailors. I'm tired of luring them to

death. I'm bored, Rourke.

And my fantasy is to end it all.

I want out.

Oh, Naya, Naya, I can't possibly grant
you such a fantasy.

You have to. You're the only one who
knows how to end immortality. No.

Rourke, please, help me die.

Naya, the answer is no.

How dare you refuse the wish of the most
royal princess of the seven seas and

daughter of Neptune.

You'll regret this, Rourke. I promise
you, Fantasy Island will never be the

when I'm through with it.

Miles, everyone.

Miles.

Mitchell Robinson.

He's every bit the efficient banker, but
why does he look so furtive, sir?

Because until recently, Mr. Robinson was
quite happy on securing his job. Now,

suddenly, he finds himself facing a very
early retirement.

Retirement? Yes.

But he's such a young man. I know.

What possible reason could his employer
have for wanting him to retire?

Progress, Lawrence, progress.

You see, Mr. Robinson may soon be
replaced by a computer.

Since his work gives purpose and meaning
to his life, the threatened loss of his

job has made him feel obsolete.

His fantasy is to feel a purpose in life
once more.

To feel a whole man again.

My dear guest.

I am Mr. Rourke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

The XB500 can perform many banking
functions. Now, let me show you just a

them.

It will receive and credit deposits.

Well, take a good look, Laura. That's
the competition.

Cold, calculating... It is quite
imposing.

I don't blame it, Robin, for being
intimidated.

Miss Hunt is determined to sell the
computer to these members of the banking

community, including Mr. Clinton Forbes.

who owns the company that Mr. Robinson
works for. Now, over here we have a

portion of the computer, excuse me,
which we will unveil tomorrow night.

module can perform even more
sophisticated tasks.

With Mr. Rourke's cooperation, I have
arranged for the XP -500 to handle all

the banking needs of his guests this
weekend.

And tomorrow night, with the help of Mr.
Robinson, I would like to demonstrate

how the XP -500 computer can perform all
the same functions he does.

Don't worry, Mitch.

No machine could ever replace you.

Better take another look at Mr. Forbes.

I think I've already been replaced.

Mitch? Mitch?

Mitch?

Mitch?

Look, I know this was a bit of a
surprise, but why not cooperate?

That's like asking the condemned man to
dig his own grave.

You could work with the computer.

You have more information about
Pinnacle's clients than we could ever

Rose, I don't want to.

Why? Fight progress. Why not join it?

There could be a place for a man of your
talents.

As a matter of fact, why don't we
discuss your future at Pinnacle over

tonight? My bungalow?

Thanks, but no thanks. You know what
they say.

Three's a crowd.

Three?

You, me, and the computer.

You seem unusually preoccupied today,
Lauren.

No doubt. Just overworked.

I think with suffering from a mild
hallucinatory symptom.

You, Laurence?

Roar, darling.

You came to see if you changed your mind
about my fantasy.

As you can see.

I've learned to trade my beautiful tail
for these awkward legs you mortals

insist on wearing.

Yes, apparently you've learned a great
deal about magic, Naya, but still very

little about unselfishness or good
manners.

Now, Rourke, I promised myself to be
above common anger, no matter how

justified. Excuse me, sir.

Yes, Lawrence. If you don't mind, sir,
I'll be off to replan the dinner menu.

I'm changing the entree.

I had planned on... Fish.

Fish!

Fish!

Father Neptune, your royal daughter asks
that you teach a lesson to he who has

just insulted her. I warn you, Naya.

No!

Seems I've been struck by a wave,

sir.

No doubt an isolated thundershower,
Lawrence. Now, why don't you put that

in the pond and change into some dry
clothes?

Yes, sir.

What does one do with a thousand -year
-old child?

Give her her fantasy, Rourke, and she
will first give you ecstasy beyond

imagining.

I'm sorry, Naya.

When I kissed you, you felt nothing.

Oh, I felt a great deal.

I felt a deep green sea closing about me
and the cold tentacles of seaweed

pulling me down into dark, icy depths.

If you were the gentleman you pretend to
be, you'd forget about my past.

Naya, Naya, why don't you go back to the
sea? Go back to your own realm and be

content. Content?

You mean bored?

You refuse my fantasy again.

Now you're really in for it.

Where's Mr. Rourke?

Wait a minute, sir. Just one minute,
sir.

It's all right, Lawrence. It's all
right.

Something troubling you, Mr. Robinson? I
came here to get away from that thing

that's trying to take over my job, and
now it's here. The computer is here.

but you haven't been replaced yet, and
your stay on Fantasy Island has just

begun.

Mr. Rorty, if I lose my job, I may not
be able to afford to stay on Fantasy

Island. And now it looks like I'm going
to have to cozy up to that machine in

Charlene Hunt in order to keep it.

A man's life adds up to more than the
sum of the tasks he performs.

But I really like my work, and I've
helped people, too.

Yes. And you have a loyal and very able
assistant in Miss Martin.

Why don't you, as they say, put your
head together with hers, Mr. Robinson,

once?

Why didn't I think of that?

Yeah.

Put our heads together.

Oh, I think you need protection there,
beautiful.

Don't be ridiculous.

Beautiful.

Are you attracted to me?

Well, let's put it this way. If you had
a hoop, I'd jump through it, you know

what I mean?

Hoop? I have no time for stupid games.

I am Naya, princess of the seven seas.

Yeah, well, I'm Sam, your alternative to
the average jock.

I like your style, princess.

Good. Then it's settled.

You and I will become lovers.

Well, your plays are mine.

Mine, of course.

I've been

around a while, you know, but I have

never met a woman like you before.

Of course not, or you wouldn't still be
here.

Is that a promise or a threat?

of the seven seas.

Then follow me into the waters of
paradise.

Follow me, my love.

Yes.

something about Charlene Hunt.

She has big plans, and I want to be
prepared for whatever curve she throws

Yeah, like 36 -24 -36.

Oh, I can handle a pass from Charlene
Hunt.

It's the computer that worries me.

That's why I need your help.

I'm all yours.

Oh, I knew I could count on you. You've
always been so... Steadfast.

And loyal.

And dull.

Laura.

You're special to me.

Working with you, being with you every
day, well, it's been terrific.

Really, Mitch?

Because I feel the same way.

For a long time now, working for you has
been more than just a job to me.

That's because we're so good together,
you and me.

And maybe, maybe together we can just
beat this thing. What do you think?

Okay.

Let's go do it.

There is no way I can thank you enough,
Mr. McCall, for saving a man's life on

my island.

I just happened to be closest when the
guy went under, Mr. Rourke. You're too

modest.

What puzzles me is what happened to the
beautiful lady. I mean, one minute she

was there, the next minute she was gone.

I was afraid she drowned.

Oh, I feel there's a small chance of
that, Mr. McCall.

A very small chance. I'm sure the lady
will turn up.

Well, I appreciate your nice words, Mr.
Roark, but I'm leaving today, so... Your

fantasy, if I recall correctly, was to
go back to the sea and dive once more.

Yeah.

I've spent most of my life on the sea or
under it.

Diving professionally off ships, like a
stoves.

I had an accident and nearly died from a
case of the bends.

And to deep dive again would mean your
death.

That's it.

I know you can't perform the kind of
miracle I need, Mr. Rourke.

No wonder you stalled me off.

Delay your departure.

One more day, Mr. McCall.

And don't give up hope.

Not quite yet.

Please excuse me.

How did you know I'd be here, Rourke?
Oh, it wasn't too difficult.

This happens to be our only unoccupied
bungalow.

Are you angry?

That you tried to drown one of my
guests?

Angry? Oh, no. Why should I be angry?

I wasn't really going to let him drown,
Rourke.

That was to teach you a lesson.

I'd have said to myself that silly
mortal hadn't interfered.

Of course.

What are you going to do?

Face reality, I suppose.

Face up to the fact that your wrinkle
powers are simply beyond my ability to

control.

After all, you are Naya, daughter of
Neptune, princess of the salty realm.

That is true.

And so I decided to help you after all.

You mean you're going to give me my
fantasy?

I promise to help you to the utmost of
my ability.

Oh, Rourke, I knew you'd see it my way.

And I promise no more tricks on your
death.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

You agree, of course, that my decision
is irrevocable. Of course.

Imagine.

No more boredom, no more sailors.

The end of Naya.

Peace.

Is something wrong?

Do I have time to go down to the sea to
say farewell?

Before... You know, before it happens.

I believe I can spare you enough time
for that. Yes.

Thank you.

Until later, Naya.

Until later.

For tonight's demonstration, I'll need

Mr. Robinson's help.

Or at least his cooperation.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'll show you how
to cut expenses and increase efficiency.

Well, if you deliver on that, you've got
my vote.

Thank you.

Now, I have here some loan applications.

Let's start with Mr.

O .B. Rockhold, who wants $20 ,000 to
expand his cabinet -making business.

I have a copy. Miss Martin and I have
already processed it.

Without any errors, I might add. Well,
then you won't mind the XB -500 double

-checking it.

Not at all.

I can assure you, Miss Martin, I have
processed this thoroughly, and, well, I

happen to know Mr.

Rockhold. He's a fine gentleman. We've
done business in the past.

It seems our Mr. Robinson has the queen
in check. Not so fast.

Miss Hunt has yet to make her move.

Ah, the XB -500 has rejected the
application which you approved.

On what basis?

On the basis of the data.

Six months ago, Mr. Rockhold missed a
series of house payments and was almost

foreclosed. It's all here. His daughter
underwent an operation and, uh, well, he

extended credit to a friend who was in
trouble.

Nevertheless, this credit history makes
him a bad risk.

The tables have turned.

Now our friend Mr. Robinson is in check
and in trouble. I can assure you that

Mr. Rockhold is a dependable, reliable,
hardworking man.

Mr. Forbes, banking is a business of
dollars and cents.

And that's all the computer cares about.

And furthermore, ladies and gentlemen,
it won't ask for raises or demand more

vacation time or bring its personal
problems to the office.

I'll pay the check.

One minute.

That's what you want.

Yes, I mean... Mr. Rourke.

Excuse me.

Mr. McCall, you've become quite a hero
on the island.

Yes, your daring rescue is on every lip,
sir.

Particularly female lips.

Speaking of females, that's who I wanted
to speak to, Mr. Rourke.

Did you ever find out who that fantastic
woman is?

The one who was with the man I pulled
out. Fantastic is the word. Oh, you mean

Naya? Yes, she's an old... old
acquaintance of mine.

I know this may sound stupid, but...
There's something very special about

can't seem to get her out of my mind.

Do you think you could arrange for me to
meet her? Oh, you wouldn't want to do

that, sir.

Why not?

Because she's a... She has a very bad
temper, among her other negative

qualities.

I'm sure Mr.

McCaw appreciates your sincere concern
for his happiness, Lawrence, but I am

also sure you have other duties to
attend to.

Now.

Yes, sir.

Good day, sir.

As you have already discerned, Naya is a
female of unusual and striking

personality.

As a matter of fact, I happen to know
that Naya is, at this very moment,

strolling along the beach, which you
will find if you follow that pathway

there.

I think you'll find she loves the sea as
much as you do.

In any case, I'm sure a man of your
character will have no difficulty

introducing himself.

I think I can handle that. Thank you,
Mr. Rourke. You're very welcome.

I'm Duke McCall.

Oh, yes.

The man who rescues mortals in distress.

I understand we share a common love.

What could that possibly be, Duke
McCall?

The sea.

What do you know of the sea?

I've been a deep sea diver all my life.

I've spent more time under the water
than I have on the land.

I've explored the drowned cities of the
Caribbean.

Set depth records in the Mindanao
Trench.

Swam with the manatees off Florida.

I've done it all.

Have you seen the canyons of the
Atlantic floor?

I helped map them.

And the swirling waters of the
Dardanelles?

Naya, when I was young and reckless, I
swam them.

So did I.

All these places I, too, have been many
times.

You must be one heck of a swimmer. Oh,
the very best, of course.

You know, there aren't many of us that
know the magic world under those waves

out there.

Which may be all for the good.

Because they come to that moment when
you know you'll never see it again.

That moment seems something very, very
special.

You know that feeling?

I'm sorry to be such a downer.

Kiss me, Duke McCall.

Too late.

Naya.

Naya, come back.

I... I don't get it, Mr. Roar. Trying to
destroy the computer?

Why would Laura pull a stunt like that?

Good shot.

Thank you.

How well do you know Miss Martin?

Oh, we've worked closely for the past
three years, and you get to know a

working side by side, day after day.

So you're more than just co -workers.

I guess you could say we're friends.

Yes, if that's what you're getting at.
You are surprised by her behavior

you know her to be a conscientious,
trustworthy employee who would never

such an irrational act to merely save
her own job.

Exactly.

But what if she acted not to protect
herself, but out of respect and loyalty

for someone she cares deeply about?

Someone who himself is threatened by
that computer.

Are you saying he did it for me?

Out of love for you, yes.

Thank you, Mr. Ward. I've got some
business to attend to.

Some very personal business.

Yes, sir.

How dare you undo my magic?

I need those disgusting things you call
legs.

And I refuse to be wheeled about like an
infant.

When you promise to stop soaking
Lawrence with your petulant waves, then

consider restoring your legs. That's not
fair!

Rourke, you know I have only a few hours
left.

Perhaps only a few minutes.

And then Naya, princess of the seven
seas, will be no more.

You'll be sorry you made her last
moments so unhappy.

Oh, bravo, Naya, bravo.

Oh, what an actress you would have made.

I command you obey my orders.

Give me legs.

Enjoy yourself, Smith.

You see, I can still cause you plenty of
trouble.

Where are you taking me?

Oh, I thought you might enjoy one last
look at the beauty of Fantasy Island.

As an invalid?

Oh, Rourke.

Rourke!

Get me out of here.

Why? Ah, Mr. McCall.

Rourke, Naya.

What happened?

Well, you see... Well, I twisted my
ankle.

Yes, but it must be more serious than
that.

I'm in a wheelchair.

It's a spray.

But I was feeling a little faint, and
Mr.

Rourke insisted.

Yes, that much is certainly correct.

Well, I'm sure you won't mind taking
over as chauffeur for a while. I do have

other things to do.

I'd be delighted.

No, Mr. Rourke!

I am served by drank.

But why did you walk out on me? I don't
want to talk about it.

All right.

Would you stop wheeling me about in this
infant buggy?

Nigel.

What did you want?

You didn't call.

You're strange.

Duke, no good.

I can't explain.

Please, just take me back to my bum.

Please.

We have to talk.

There's nothing to say.

I can't explain why I did what I did.

Well, I'm not asking you to.

I really should go and pack.

I have to leave and go back to reality
and face music.

We'll face it together.

There's no reason for you to get
involved, Mitch.

I think there is.

Every reason in the world.

Oh, Mitch.

I'm sorry I made such a mess of things.

No, no, no. I'm the one that's sorry.

I'm sorry for all the time I've wasted
we could have spent together.

And I don't mean in a bank vault.

I was so into my work, I didn't have
time for what I was feeling.

But I do now.

I'm glad, but there's no way to undo
what I did.

You did get in a few good whacks, didn't
you?

What I think of you banging away at
Charlene Hunt's pride and joy.

Yeah, but I don't think Vera Corp or
Charlene Hunt sound very amusing.

Well, you just let me worry about that.

No, Mitch.

There's no reason to get involved, and
it won't look good to Mr. Forbes. Hey,

you wouldn't be in this mess if it
weren't for me.

So I'm going to get you out of here.

See what Rourke has done.

Making me fall in love at a time like
this is his revenge.

Just because I played a little trick or
two on him.

I'm positive he wouldn't do a thing like
that, madam.

Unless, of course, you say so.

I do say so.

Rourke knows how badly I want to end it
all.

He's mocking me.

Do you know that I've picked fights with
killer whales?

I swam head on into the love boat just
to end my immortality. And nothing

worked. I can imagine you being very
difficult to defeat, madam.

I thought, of all people, Rourke will be
sympathetic.

Rourke will understand.

Does all this imply that Duke McCaw is
the object of your passion?

Of course, that's what I'm saying.

To make me fall in love at a time like
this, the day I'm entering my mortality,

is like... snatching a wonderful feast
from the mouth of an innocent baby

Are you saying you want to change your
fantasy, Naya?

Oh, there you are, sir.

Miss Naya was just confiding her dilemma
to me, one which I will always

treasure, madam, and one which I know
you will be delighted to solve for her,

sir.

Now, I must be about my duty.

What, Naya?

Is it possible to change my fantasy? Oh,
anything is possible.

I could make this love affair last.

I really could, Rourke.

He is a mortal, Vanaya.

But the love I feel for Duke McCaw is
different. I swear it. You know the

as well as I do.

But it would be so wonderful.

For how long?

For your maximum limit, which was, um,
what?

43 minutes.

Is that the fate you want for Mr.
McCall?

No.

I truly am in love this time, Rourke.

No.

It's better.

Better I should die than Duke McCall.

What a pleasant surprise.

Come in. I came here to talk to you
about that offer you made me.

My help in exchange for some kind of
secure position at the bank, once it's

fully automated.

The offer still stands?

Good.

Because I'm here to take you up on it.

Oh, Mitch.

Well, shall we consummate the deal?

Maybe we'd better talk about the terms.

Why waste time talking? It's simple.

You have something the machine doesn't.
You've got your years of experience

dealing face -to -face with Pinnacle
customers.

Right.

And in return for my feeding all I know
into the computer, you drop all the

charges against Miss Martin.

Okay?

She was never part of the deal.

She is now.

History, of course, is important in
determining whether or not to make a

but past difficulties should not
automatically rule out every applicant.

Are you getting it all, Laura?

Sure.

But aren't we just helping Charlene
tighten the noose around your neck?

Trust me.

Okay.

But most important of all are the
intangibles.

Those little things you notice about a
man or woman who comes to a bank needing

a loan.

He seems to be having a problem.

Good. Now, there are more important
things than just dollars and cents.

Body language is extremely important.

Sure.

The way he looks you in the eye.

Or in your case, the camera lens.

You have to get a gut feeling about a
guy's integrity.

I don't think it understands gut
feeling.

That's tough.

It's going to be making decisions
affecting millions of people's lives.

to learn about people.

What's really important is an
applicant's grit and gumption.

That extra something you need to go the
distance, even though the odds on paper

are against you.

Well, that completes the computer
reprogramming.

Rourke, are you telling me that Naya's
actually a mermaid?

I am telling you precisely that, Mr.
McCormick.

Do you believe me?

I was diving alone at the Galapagos one
time, Mr. Rourke.

At 60 feet, I heard this strange, eerie
singing, sweet and unearthly, full of

unspoken promise.

Do you believe me?

Yes, I do.

Another time I was diving a wreck off of
Channel Islands in California.

As I swam toward an open hatchway, for
an instant, just an instant, I saw a

woman's face stream there, smiling at
me.

And it was gone.

What are you telling me, Mr. McCall?

That I believe.

My life's prepared me to believe.

It explains so much about Naya.

The things she said she did in the sea.

Things no mortal woman could have done.

That strange allure.

You know that for a mortal man to love a
mermaid, that

strange feminine essence of the sea
means to die.

Then your legends are true.

Yes. But Naya truly loves you, Mr.
McCall.

She has chosen to end her immortality.

Yes, to die herself, rather than bring
that fate to you.

She told you this?

She did.

And now I have a question for you, Mr.
McCall.

Is your love strong enough? Are you
willing to do the same for her?

Die yourself?

To save her life.

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

Ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's a very great
pleasure indeed for me to introduce you

to the machine that is going to
revolutionize banking.

I give you Veracorp's automatic loan
processing module.

This

machine

can accept a written loan application
and immediately compute the bottom line.

The bottom line?

Perhaps we could put it to a test with
this loan application?

Nothing I'd like better. Good.

All right.

This module will now demonstrate its
ability to accept or reject a loan

application.

Thank you. Enter number, please.

826280. State transaction.

Loan application.

Processing.

Accepted. Retected.

Error. Does not compute.

Does not compute?

You have to compute.

What's going on here?

Do something.

Somebody do something.

Money makes animals out of perfectly
normal people.

Of course, I had intended to turn this
in at the first opportunity, sir. I

never doubt that, Lawrence.

Not for a moment.

Mr. Rourke, what could have happened?

Well, I'm afraid your computer has
suffered a nervous breakdown.

The simple fact is, you're asking this
machine to do the impossible.

What is this?

A conspiracy to make me and the XB -500
look bad?

Quite frankly, Miss Hunt, I did ask Mr.
Forbes to help me in conducting a little

experiment. What kind of experiment?

Machine versus man.

Earlier I had Mr. Robinson look at that
loan application, and you approved it,

correct? Yes.

That still doesn't prove a thing, Mr.
Rourke.

Just because Mitch okayed this loan
doesn't mean the module is wrong about

George Grothers being a bad risk.

Except for one thing, Miss Hunt.

We changed the name on the loan
application for this experiment.

It so happens that it's my loan
application, the very same one that I

years ago to get the money to start my
business.

You mean George Carruthers is really
you, Mr. Forbes?

That's right.

I knew you could beat that machine.

So you see, Miss Hunt, if Mr. Forbes had
to rely on the XB500 for his loan...

there may never have been a pinnacle
savings and loan to whom you could sell

Well, so much for all the work I've put
into this great big nothing.

Not so.

I still intend to buy this from my bank.

You do?

Of course.

It's a marvelous tool, and it's also a
great time saver.

Mitch, how about you and I finding a
quiet place and discuss your brilliant

future with the bank?

Would you care to join us, miss?

So how will my ending happen?

You will enter the water here, swim out
to sea, Naya, and then...

At least it'll happen out there.

How can I ever thank you for arranging
things?

A last favor for an old friend.

How could I refuse?

We've had some good times, haven't we,
Rourke?

I see we're on time, sir.

Perfect, Lawrence.

Goodbye, Duke.

Have you made your decision, Mr. McCall?

Yes, I have.

Lawrence? Mr. McCall?

Sir, do something.

I have, Lawrence.

I have.

I suppose she'll spend the next 500
years spawning little mer -babies.

Yes. And for both our sakes, Lawrence,
let's hope they all take after their

father. Amen, sir.

Amen.

This weekend was everything you said.

And more.

Then you feel like a useful human being
again, Mr. Robinson.

Oh, more than that, Mr. Rourke.

I feel loved.

Thank you.

You're very welcome. Goodbye, Mr.
Robinson. Lawrence. Sir. Martin.

Love is indeed wonderful, sir. Oh, yes.

But it's so hard to find that special
someone.

I think I may have the solution.

A foolproof way to find your perfect
mate.

I'm all ears. A computer dating service.

Come to think of it, looking is half the
fun.

Make that possibly all the fun.