All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s07e19_lost_and_found

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

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

That must be Mrs. Sheila McKenna. But
why does she look so sad?

She's both sad and angry, Lawrence.
Which is why her fantasy is to start a

life with a new man.

Was she having trouble with the old one?

Unfortunately, that's precisely the
problem.

After many years of marriage, Mrs.
McKenna has found out that her husband

been unfaithful.

And so she divorced him?

Not yet, Lawrence. Not quite yet.

But that certainly is her intention.

Mr. Jack Palmer and his wife, Roxanne.

The gentleman, I believe, sir, is a
certified public accountant from

Wales. Yes, Lawrence. And for a man with
such a sedentary occupation, Mr. Palmer

has asked for a most dangerous fantasy.

You're familiar with the name Dick
Turpin, of course.

The famous highwayman? Why, every
schoolboy knows Dick Turpin.

In the 1700s, the name Dick Turpin sent
a chill down the spine of every

constable in England.

And his fantasy is to go back and beat
that notorious rogue?

No, Lawrence.

His fantasy is to be that notorious
rogue himself.

Can you do that?

That's the easy part, Lawrence.

Mr. Palmer's living through the
experience. That will be the difficult

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I just love my bungalow, Mr. Roark.

Did you know I design interiors? Oh,
yes. I believe you began your interior

design firm ten years ago, just before
your marriage.

Before I made the biggest mistake of my
life.

Mr. McKenna, I know how painful breaking
up a marriage can be, but please, try

to relax.

That's how I got into this mess.

I was too relaxed, too trusting.

Every time I think of that two -timing
louse enjoying a cozy weekend in Aspen,

Colorado with some little cutie just
sends me right up the wall.

Uh, Mrs. McKenna, does your husband know
you're here?

No.

Only Margot, my best friend, knows about
this.

Then Mrs. McKenna is not aware of your
intentions.

Who cares?

I left him a note saying that I was
leaving him. He's getting the same

consideration that he gave me.

You haven't settled anything with your
husband, and yet your fantasy is to

a new life with a new man.

It sounds very much like revenge to me.

So what?

Well, the question I'm trying to raise
is this. Will you like yourself if you

through with this merely on the basis of
revenge?

Everybody else is doing anything and
everything they want and keeping their

-respect.

I'm going to learn how to be like them.

Isn't that part of the new wave?

It's a very old wave, Mrs. McKenna, and
a very sad one.

I'm a big girl, Mr. Rourke. I can take
care of myself.

Sheila, you just can't run out on me. I
mean, we've got ten years of marriage on

the line, baby. It's a little late to
start thinking about that. Please, Mr.

McKenna, Mrs. McKenna, if you talk
quietly, perhaps, or long.

No, no way.

Thank you.

What did she tell you?

Other than that you had an extramarital
affair and are, as she put it, a two

-timing louse, absolutely nothing.

And naturally you took her word for
that, didn't you?

Mr. McKenna, when someone requests a
fantasy, it's necessary to check their

background very carefully, including the
background of those nearest to them,

you understand?

Meaning you know the truth. Of course.

And if you truly love your wife and want
her back, I suggest you do a little

soul -searching, Mr. McKenna, before you
talk to her again.

I know every word that was ever written
about Dick Turpin, Mr. Rowe.

Like this poem.

Over the cobbles he clattered and
clashed in the dark inn yard.

He tapped with his whip on the shutters,
but all was locked and barred.

Yes, Mr. Palmer, I know the poem.

The wind was a torrent of darkness among
the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly

galley untossed upon cloudy seas.

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over
the purple moor, and the highwayman came

riding. Riding.

Riding. Up to that old inn door.

Sorry, sir.

That's very good, Lawrence.

Yes, Mr. Palmer, I'm very familiar with
Dick Turpin. After all, he's your

fantasy.

Jack, I'm afraid for you. I don't want
you hurt.

I also know that if I try to stop you
from doing this, you'll never forgive

There is danger, Mr. Palmer.

There is danger.

Dick Turpin lived outside the law.

A haunted man.

Well, of course there's danger. I mean,
danger was Dick Turpin's middle name.

Do you know what my middle name is?

Dull. Still better dull than dead, sir.

All too true, Lawrence.

Mrs. Palmer, if you truly object... He
has to do this, Mr. Rourke.

For both our sakes.

Very well, then.

If you both return in, say, half an
hour, your fantasy will begin, Mr.

Thank you. You're very welcome, sir.
Goodbye, Mr. Rourke. Mrs. Palmer.

May I say you look lovely, madam? If a
little lonesome.

Thank you, Lauren.

I intend to do something about the
lonesome part.

I suggest this plan of yours just
doesn't seem your style at all.

You're exactly right, Lauren.

But it will be.

Sheila!

What are you doing here?

Hello. I'm looking for your husband. He
took off so fast after he got that Dear

John letter of yours that he forgot to
leave me the vinyl papers on that

property sale in Aspen. Then you know
all about Franken.

I'm sorry about the two of you splitting
up.

I hope that you know that I'm here for
you whenever you want.

Thanks.

I'm glad I found you when I did. It's
not good for a woman in your position to

be alone right now.

What do you mean, my position?

On the rebound.

Every man in the place, they'll be on
you like a wet T -shirt.

And you're going to protect me from
these animals, is that it?

Look, Sheila, you know that I've always
felt, well, something special for you.

Special, huh?

And I always thought you were just
trying to be a nice guy.

Frank?

Now I know why you two are such good
friends.

You're both alike.

What'd you say to her, Norman?

Nothing. Well, you didn't tell her it
was Margot, did you?

I mean, if she knew it was her best
friend that I'd spent that time with in

Aspen, she knew. I don't want to get in
the middle of that.

Okay?

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Palmer.

Come in, please. Come in.

Right on time.

Lawrence?

Lawrence, will you please?

Oh, yes, sir.

Mr. Rook, all my life I've wanted this
fantasy.

Oh, I know.

Thank you, Lawrence.

It is said that this once belonged to...

Dick Turpin.

He could stand you in good stead, sir.

This belonged to Dick Turpin.

Now, are you ready? I've never been so
ready for anything in all my life. Good.

This way, please.

Roxy, isn't this... Where did she go?

Have no fear, Mr. Palmer.

You will see your wife again very soon.

However, she won't recognize you. You
mean she's part of my fantasy?

Do you suggest your wife stay behind
during all this?

But... Because I can cancel your
fantasy.

No, no.

But it'll be all right, though, won't
it?

There will be certain complications in
your relationship which you will soon

discover.

Now, concentrate on the poem you were
quoting earlier, Mr. Palmer.

Concentrate on the highwayman.

He the French got tapped on his
forehead.

A bunch of lace at his chin.

A coat of claret velvet.

And breeches of brown toe skin.

It's big time. It's great.

to see you. Oh, I thought you might need
a shoulder, you know.

No, I'm doing just fine.

I know you must be brokenhearted.

Now, tell me how you really feel. Is it
really over with you and Frank, or are

you just playing hardball?

Yes, it is over. And yes, I am playing
hardball. If you need any tips about how

to play the game, remember, I'm an
expert.

You don't know what it feels like.

Be betrayed by somebody that you've
loved and talked to.

You need a drink.

Yeah, we both do.

Oh, got a cigarette? In my purse, maybe.

Two drinks coming up.

Something wrong?

This is the same hotel that Frank stayed
in.

Really? It was you. You know me better
than that. It bothered me, but I

figure it out. All those long, lingering
looks at Frank and the expensive

presents that you used to buy him. Oh,
come on. I gave you presents, too, for

crying out loud.

No, no, no. It was you.

And that's why you're here.

It's not to console me.

You just want to make sure that I don't
take Frank back.

Sheila, you have got me all wrong.

Not anymore, I don't.

Dickie, you're late. The coach is about
to arrive.

Who are you?

I did what you asked me to.

Wait a minute.

Here it is.

Let's go.

Halt. Stand and deliver.

Hand over your jewels.

You'll hang for this. Silence. Deliver.

I'm willing to deliver.

Audrey!

Just a thought, dear. Driver, on your
way.

All right, come on, let's go rescue
Roxanne.

Hey, just a minute, who are you anyway?

How do you know about Roxanne?

Dickie, there you go again, teasing your
old friend Donald King, when it was you

yourself who told me to find where
Roxanne was being held. Held?

Come on, man, let's go.

You look... Terrific.

Ah, well, from now on, I intend to feel
terrific, too.

I think I like what you're saying.

Norm, you knew that Margot was with
Frank and Aspen, didn't you?

He didn't think you knew. He made me
promise to keep my mouth shut.

Thanks. I wasn't positive until this
moment.

I just wanted to make sure I was right.

And now, how about us?

Are we friends, too?

I'd like it if we were a lot more than
that.

Shall we?

Looks like Sheila's getting even, Frank.

Thanks to you for following me to Aspen,
yeah.

I don't remember having to twist your
arm once I got there.

Look, Sheila, I can explain... No, don't
sweat it, Frank.

There's just something that I forgot to
give to Margo.

Now I'm ready.

Look, I don't think maybe this is the
right time for this. I mean, after all,

is my friend.

Yeah, well, Margo is my friend, too.

Now, let's go do what friends do to each
other.

Come on.

Come on.

I'll go nowhere with you, Dick Turpin,
until I know what you're up to.

Roxy, it's me.

It's me. Hurry. I'm going to run to you.
I want to get you home. Stay away from

me.

If I were you, I'd fight with her later.

What?

Not until I know your existence.

My intention is to save your bloody
life.

You're not cooperating?

Well, I'm out of practice, I guess.

Sure. Well, we've got all night.

No, you don't.

Get out of here.

Like hell.

You tell my wife.

That didn't stop you from going to bed
with my best friend, did it?

I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

Sure. Until the next time.

There won't be any next time, Sheila.

I love you.

I always have and I always will.

Just get out of here, Frank.

Out of my life, and I mean it.

Where's that drink you gave me?

I drank it.

Well, pour me another one.

All gone.

Look, Sheila.

Maybe this whole thing isn't such a good
idea. I mean...

After all... Well, I think you're right.

I guess I'm not cut out to be much of a
swinger, am I?

Face it, darling. You're not going to be
much good to yourself or anybody else.

To your refrain.

I'm sorry. I guess you'd better go now.

I guess you're right.

Sheila,

this is my bungalow.

want to make it our bungalow.

I'll be waiting. Thanks, Norm.

You never know.

Well, I've worked myself up an appetite
here.

We'll get some good ale and some good
venison here, me darling.

Come on, Dickie, I'm starving.

Right.

A bit outrageous, but I'll try anything
once. Excuse me.

On a horse in full gallop, you say?

I see your friend Donald with his usual
self.

But I'm not at all sure about you.

Well, just hang in there. I'm doing the
best I can.

If there's any hanging to be done, it'll
be you at the end of the king's rope.

That'll never happen, I promise you.

Look, I know you don't understand, but
you're safe now.

Just one more day and my whole
fantasy...

This whole adventure will be over with,
so just remember that, would you?

I remember well enough.

You promised to give up your wayward
ways, Victor.

I will.

I'm turning over a new leaf in more ways
than one.

Vicky, they want a song here.

Well, you better think.

I think.

Here's to the maiden of bachelor 15.

Now to the widow of 50.

Here's to the flaunting extravagant
queen.

And here's to the housewife that's
pretty.

Let the toast pass.

Drink to the last. I warrant she'll
prove an excuse for the glass. Let the

pass. Drink to the last. I warrant
she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

Here's to the charmer whose dimples
reprise.

Now to the maid who has none, sir.

Here's to the girl with a pair of blue
eyes. And here's to the nymph with but

one, sir.

Let the toast pass.

Drink to the last.

I want to see you move an excuse for the
glass. Drink to the last.

I want to see you move an excuse for the
glass.

Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow.

Now to her brown as a berry.

Here's to the wife with a face full of
woe. And now to the damsel that's merry.

Let the toast pass.

Drink to the glass. I want you to prove
an excuse for the glass.

Let the toast pass.

Drink to the glass.

I want you to prove an excuse for the
glass.

Let them be clumsy or let them be slim.

Marry, I care not a feather.

Fill a pint tankard quite up to the
brim. And let us all toast them

Let the toast pass, drink to the last. I
warrant she'll prove an excuse for the

glass. Let the toast pass, drink to the
last.

I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the
glass.

The greatest display.

Question? I want to call this whole
thing off.

Roxanne got kidnapped.

Besides that, she doesn't even recognize
me. Mr. Palmer, or should I say, Mr.

Turpin, I told you there would be
certain complications.

Well, uncomplicated.

I want out. Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Palmer.
That's the one thing I can't give you.

What do you mean you can't give me?

I want to stop this. There is no way to
stop it.

Not until the fantasy has run its
course, you see.

Are you trying to tell me that I have to
stay here?

Only until tomorrow, Mr. Palmer.

Only until tomorrow.

Oh!

Mr. Palmer.

Oh, great.

Excellent choice, Lauren.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Rock?

Ah, Mr. McKenna.

May I offer you some coffee?

Thank you.

Lawrence?

You look distraught.

Yeah, well, I've been walking on the
beach, thinking.

Really thinking.

That's something we all need to do from
time to time.

Thinking, that is.

Mine is a little bit overdue.

Are you referring to the, as they say,
mess you've made of your mouth?

That's it, Mr. Ross.

Looking back, I guess I was a bachelor
for too long.

When Sheila and I were married, we both
had separate careers, so I was on my own

a lot, strange cities.

With your wife's best friend?

That was only once.

Oh.

Margo's been throwing herself at me for
years. I guess this time I just forgot

to duck.

But why, Mr. McKenna?

Why was this time different?

If you know the answer to that, you may
know the answer to your problem.

Perhaps even save your marriage.

I guess I was feeling sorry for myself.
Sort of an accumulated frustration.

About what?

Sheila would never go on any of my
business trips with me. I know it sounds

stupid. Maybe I was just tired of
feeling lonesome.

I'm tired of missing her.

Have you told your wife that, Mr.
McKenna?

Not for a long time.

Why don't you tell her again?

Tell her how you really feel.

What do you think you're doing?

Well, this is a wenching part, Mr. Rowe
promised me. How dare you?

Get out of my bedroom.

Roxy, I'm your husband.

Not yet, you're not. At the rate you're
going, you never will be. Well, what's

an adventure without a little love,
baby? I'll scream, Dick Turpin, I'll...

Did

I ever tell you I love you?

Often.

Well, Roxy, I... Oh, uh... Sorry to be a
bother. I thought this might interest

the two of you.

The redcoats are coming up the road.
Somebody must have chipped them off.

Now you don't even stay the night.

They really want you badly. They never
give up.

Come on, Dickie, let's go. This fantasy
is getting complicated.

Where are you going?

How should I know?

When will you be back?

When I find Rourke and he gets us out of
here.

Rourke?

back for this one.

She's his whore.

That's strange.

What's strange?

Well, they haven't been chasing her.
What does that mean?

I don't know, but I don't like it.

I think we'd better split up and find
out what's going on.

Well, I'm going to go back and get
Roxanne.

There you go, Sheila, honey.

I wasn't sure if you said cola or malt,
so I got on board. Oh, well, I'm not

surprised. And lots of onions. Puts hair
on your chest. Yeah.

Sheila, we have to talk.

Will you get out of here? I've got a
date.

You? A date?

That's why I'm here. To start a new life
with a new man.

Him? Him has a name.

It's Charlie.

I've also got a chair, and you're
sitting in it now. Look, would you mind

have a few minutes with my wife, okay?

Your wife? Ah.

Then you're Frank. Frank. I couldn't
soap off my wedding ring so I could

it down the sewer.

Charlie saw it and he asked me about us.

Yeah, Frank, and from what I've been
hearing, I figured you had claws or

I'd like to speak to my wife in private
for a few minutes, okay?

You'll be okay?

What do you mean, will she be okay?

Charlie, why don't you take a jog around
the lake?

I'll see you when you get back.

You hurt the little lady, Frankie.

I'll break your thumbs.

Break my thumbs? Would you tell that guy
that I'm the beef to Fantasy Island or

something? Look, you have your minute.
Now, what do you want?

A little smile, maybe?

A little pat on the head to tell me that
everything's all right? That this isn't

some kind of crazy nightmare?

That everything's going to be like it
used to be?

Just like that, huh?

Forget what you did, just like that.

Sheila, what you've done is done.

I can't undo it. I know, but forgetting
just won't cut it. I can't forget. Now,

will you please just leave?

Well, Mrs. McKenna?

Now that you seem to have your revenge,
how do you feel?

I don't know, Mr. Ward.

Well, you can be sure of one thing.

You've probably driven your husband into
the arms of the other woman.

alone, Margo.

What's the prize?

You're looking for Frank, not to worry.
He had some business to take care of,

but I'll be meeting him in an hour.

So thanks.

For what? For going on the make with
your best friend's husband?

For that slap you gave me.

Makes taking Frank away from you a whole
lot easier.

I wouldn't be so confident.

And besides, it seems that you're a nice
place to visit.

But nobody wants to live there.

Cool it, Sheila.

You don't have to be a hypocrite. At
least I was there when Frank needed

somebody. Where were you?

And wasn't I lucky to have a best friend
to stroke Frank's ego while I wasn't

there? You know, I really feel sorry for
you, Margo. You're such a sad person.

Don't say that to me. I mean it.

I don't need your sympathy.

Good day, ladies. I wasn't talking about
sympathy. Lovely day. You lead a very

empty life, Margo, and you try to give
it some meaning by having affairs with

some other woman's husband.

I pity you. Pity, huh? I'll show you
pity.

What are you doing?

It's not your fault.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

And it turns out this way.

Oh, Mr. Roy. Are you all right, madam?
Yes.

Oh, you know you were right about
driving Frankie to Marco's arms.

It's over.

Here, sit. This is my dinner.

It seems to me that you've just
demonstrated you're still willing to

your marriage. It takes two to make a
marriage work.

And I'm just beginning to realize how
much of my end of it I didn't hold up.

Which doesn't excuse what your husband
did, of course.

But it at least should help you
understand why.

Do you know where Frank is?

I think you'll find him in the North
Garden.

Sometimes the way in which you work out
these fantasies completely mystifies me.

Thank you, Lawrence.

Thank you.

Broke? Where the hell have you been?

Calm yourself, Mr. Palmer. Calm
yourself.

Calm? You won't calm.

I've been shot. Look at me. You wanted
this adventure, Mr. Palmer.

This is the reality of Dick Turpin's
life.

Yes, but being shot wasn't part of the
package.

I mean, I didn't want to get hurt.

I didn't want to put Roxanne in danger.
She could have been hurt. Mr. Palmer,

she already has been.

What? But you promised.

I promised nothing beyond you realizing
your fantasy.

Mr. Palmer, in trying to warn you, she
was wounded.

My God, she can't be. Your wife loves
you enough to give up her life for you.

But then in her own way, she's always
been giving up her life for you, hasn't

she? You just haven't noticed.

I've got to go back.

Mr. Palmer, the Redcoats are there.

Death is death.

If you die here, you stay here. Yes, but
what about Roxanne?

Remember Dick Turpin and the poem...

Blood red were his spurs in the golden
noon.

Wine red was his velvet coat when they
shot him down on the highway, down like

dog on the highway, and he laying his
blood on the highway with a bunch of

at his throat.

That's Dick Turpin, and you just
reminded me I'm Jack Palmer, and I'm

for my wife.

Do you still want to talk?

More than anything in the world.

I don't know if it'll help you
understand.

Yeah, but I'd like to try.

I guess I would too.

Like I told you, what happened will
never happen again.

How can you be sure?

How can I be sure?

By both of us understanding how it
happened, by our being more loving,

considerate.

How did it happen?

Margot had asked me when I was going to
finalize that condo deal in Aspen with

Norm.

Well, she said that she'd look me up in
Aspen and that we'd make romantic

history.

I thought she was joking, so I said,
sure.

I didn't mean it, Sheila.

I wasn't serious.

She was, of course.

She was.

When I got to Aspen on Tuesday, she was
already in my hotel room.

Sheila, look, I was lonely.

And I was angry because I'd already
asked you to go with me, but you had

apartment to decorate.

I remember.

She played on that.

Not that she was any more guilty than I
was.

But after a few too many drinks and a
lot of self -pity,

it happened.

I could have thrown myself off one of
those cliffs up there, but it was too

late.

Is it too late, Frank, for us?

Not if we take an honest look at
ourselves, at our relationship, and put

love and understanding back into it.

I think I'd like to try.

There was a wild and reckless man
determined what his name

he wrote to save his lady fair or die
and end

his shame.

Roxy's got to be all right.

How did the poem go?

Her eyes grew wide for a moment. She
drew one last deep breath. Then her

moved in the moonlight.

The musket shattered the moonlight.

Shattering her breast in the moonlight.

And warned him with her death.

Oh God, no, Roxy can't be dead.

Please, please.

Go.

If you love me, save yourself.

I'll save us both or we'll die together.

Hold on, sweetheart. We'll make it yet.

Our only chance is Black Vest. She's
under the window, but you have to hold

tight.

I love you, Roxanne, forever and ever.

remember now.

I'm so sorry. That's all I want to do
for the rest of my life is to be with

Your loving, caring, dedicated, dull
husband.

Well, I hope you were satisfied with
your adventure, Mr. Palmer.

Mr. Oak, I'll never complain about my
nice, safe delight to you.

I'm delighted.

Jack says he's going to bring a little
turpin into our own lives.

Don't worry, Lawrence.

Just a romantic part.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Mr. Palmer.

Goodbye, Lawrence.

We may have come here separately, but
we're leaving the right way, together.

And with love and a new understanding
which will ensure a bright future,

together. Thanks to you.

What will we all do without him,
Lawrence?

Polly, madam.

Very Polly.

Thank you. Goodbye.

You're welcome. Goodbye.

You look troubled, Lawrence.

Well, she did ask for a new man, sir. I
mean, that's what she came here for.

That's what she wanted.

It was what she asked for, yes, but it
was definitely not what she came here

for, nor what she truly wanted.

How did you know that, sir? Well, in our
business, knowing such things goes with

the territory, doesn't it? I still don't
understand you. That's good, Lawrence.