All language subtitles for Fantasy Island S05E12 The Magic Camera Mata Hari Valerie.WEBRip x264 [i_c].NonHI.en

The plane! The plane!

After all this bother,
the princess...

Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Julie.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

Boss, you didn't tell
me that a magazine

was doing a spread on us.

None is, Tattoo.

That is Mr. Don Winters,

a very sensitive
freelance photographer

who has wanted
to do nothing more

than snap photos
since he was a child.

He'll find a lot to
shoot around here.

Unfortunately, Mr. Winters is

the worst photographer
imaginable, Julie,

and his fantasy
is to take pictures

that no photographer
has ever achieved.

I bet you have some
really great pictures

lined up for him, Mr. Roarke.

Indeed I do, Julie,

including a
spectacular-type photo

that no man has
ever before taken,

or will ever take again.

Boss, she looks like a dancer.

She is, indeed, Tattoo.

But dancing is only her hobby.

By profession,
Miss Martha Harris

is a hairdresser from
Nederland, Texas.

What's her fantasy, to be
Dolly Parton's wigmaker?

I wish it were
that simple, Julie.

You see, Miss Harris is
the great-granddaughter

of the World War
I spy Mata Hari.

I know that name.

She was an important
femme fatale.

Indeed. Mata Hari was possibly

the most famous
woman agent in history.

Miss Harris is
determined to put to rest

the many scandalous stories
about her great-grandmother's

espionage activities
and love affairs.

Her fantasy, in
short, is to find out

what Mata Hari was really like.

That could be very dangerous.

How right you are, Tattoo,

especially when you consider
what happened to Mata Hari.

What did happen?

She was executed
as an enemy agent.

That man looks like
he lost his last friend.

Who is it, Mr. Roarke?

Mr. William Lowell, a geologist

from the University
of Northern Arizona.

He is here to solve a mystery

that haunts his
every waking moment.

Mystery, like Sherlock Holmes?

Oh, no. Nothing like that, no.

No, his fantasy is to
find a young woman

known only as Valerie,

whom he met and with
whom he fell in love.

A young woman who for two
short days returned that love,

and then inexplicably vanished,

as from the face of the Earth.

That's sad. Will
he find her again?

He will find the truth, Tattoo.

That is all I can promise him.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

This trail, Mr. Lowell,

leads to a secret
subterranean cavern,

which connects Fantasy Island

to the island called De Kahuna,

where you said you
met your Valerie.

Two months ago.
Seems like a lifetime.

How did you meet?

Oh, Mr. Lowell was there

on an oil surveying
expedition, I believe?

Turned out to be
a waste of time.

A conglomerate had
already bought the oil rights.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Anyway, there's only
one town on the island,

and Valerie and I just
bumped into each other

on the street
one day, literally.

And it was love at first sight?

As corny as it sounds, yes.

We, uh... We talked
and walked around.

Everything just seemed to
kind of fall into place for us.

Yet, you mentioned

that something
was bothering her.

I should've realized it then.

She was anxious.

There was an underlying
current of strain.

But she never talked
about herself. Nothing.

I was blind to
everything about her,

except how beautiful she
was and how I felt about her.

We had almost two days together.

One moment she was
here, and then she was gone.

No good-bye,
nothing. Just vanished.

Vanished.

That's why I've sought
your help, Mr. Roarke.

Julie.

This, Mr. Lowell, is a mirror.

Oh, a very unique mirror.

Used properly, it will aid
you in your search for Valerie.

Mr. Roarke, I'm a
scientist. Please, I...

Trust me.

Trust me.

I want you to return to
the place, the exact spot,

where you last saw your Valerie.

Study the mirror

and concentrate
on that final meeting.

Blank all else from your mind,

while holding fast to your love.

To your hope.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke.
I'll give it my best shot.

One final word of
warning, Mr. Lowell.

That subterranean cavern is

- completely filled with water.
- What?

Well, except at very low tide,

which, at this time of
year, occurs once daily

but only for a
few short minutes.

It would be lethal to attempt
passage at any other time.

Is it safe?

Oh, yes, but I would hurry
if I were you, Mr. Lowell.

If you should get
trapped down there,

you will drown.

Mr. Roarke! Mr. Roarke!

Ah, Mr. Winters. We
were looking for you.

Yeah, I've been walking
around all over the island.

It's a photographer's paradise,

but come on, who am I kidding?

I mean, asking
you to turn me into

a Cartier-Bresson, a
Stieglitz, an Avedon,

it's like asking you
to turn a house painter

into a Rembrandt.

Everything is possible
on Fantasy Island.

I don't think you'll say
that when you see this.

That's not bad.

Mr. Winters, will you
come this way, please?

Sometimes when we
run into career difficulties,

it helps to return to basics.

For instance, this simple,
inexpensive instrument

that develops its own film.

What? An instant camera for
a professional photographer?

Mr. Roarke, I was
hoping to take a picture

no one ever conceived.

Ah, I get it.

Can't give me my fantasy, huh?

On the contrary, Mr. Winters,

your fantasy has already begun.

Tattoo, will you
see that Mr. Winters

gets off to a good start?

Remember, Mr. Winters,
the camera doesn't lie.

In fact, it may tell
you some things

that it would be
better not to know.

I'll take that
chance, Mr. Roarke.

Mr. Roarke, I have read
everything ever printed

about my great-grandmother.

About her many love affairs,

and how she extracted secret
information from her lovers

and passed it on to the enemies.

But it's all full
of contradictions

and exaggerations.

Some even say she
was a double agent.

Oh, yes, yes, Miss Harris.

Mata Hari became a
highly romanticized figure.

To some, a heroine and a martyr.

To others, a traitor.

Well, I don't know
what to believe,

and that's why I'm here.

I've just got to know the truth.

Very well, Miss Harris.

But first, I must
make you well aware

of the kind of world
you will be entering.

A complex web of
international intrigue,

the unrelenting
tensions and dangers

with which a spy must live.

Especially in time of war.

That's right.

-Well, I know the risk. -Do you?

Yes, just so I know that you'll
be there in case I need you.

When you need me,

I will help you, up to a point.

That's a promise.

That's good enough.

Well, in that case, Tattoo.

This way, Miss Harris.

Thank you, Tattoo.

The War to End All Wars.

The year is 1915

and this is France.

Beyond that door,

your fantasy awaits you.

Mr. Roarke?

My clothes.

What's happened to me?

Mademoiselle Hari!

Where have you been?
I was worried about you.

About me?

Yes. Attention! Attention!

Mesdames, messieurs,

your close attention,
s'il vous plait.

Here she is to dance
for you once more,

the incomparable Mata Hari.

No, no, no.

You've made a mistake.
I'm not Mata Hari.

When you need me,

I will help you, up to a point.

That's a promise.

Oh, well.

That was fantastique!

Magnifique! Formidable!

That was a new
routine, n'est-ce pas?

Well, new for me.

Your usual room has
been prepared for you.

I will send champagne.

No. I will bring it personally.

You're very kind.

There is one more thing.

Be careful, very careful.

Come on, shoot.

I'm scared.

Don't worry, whatever
you shoot will be beautiful.

It's a girl.

It's a nude girl!

I didn't see any naked girl.

I see one now.

Listen, you show me a
naked girl in that water,

I'll show you one
that isn't there.

That's impossible.

You can't take a
picture before it happens.

Can you?

There's something very,
very wrong with this camera.

I think you can
make a lot of money

with a camera broken that good.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Mata, cherie,

you are my only true love,
and a heroine of France.

I am?

He's here.

That's him, across the
room, waiting for you.

So he is.

I could arrest him now.

It would be for me a great coup.

Walter Lukas arrested by
Captain Claude Dumarque

of French intelligence.

He's the most dangerous
enemy agent in France.

He is?

Unfortunately, I know I
could never make him talk,

even under interrogation.

So, ma chere, it's up to you.

You understand the
importance of this assignment?

You'd better run that
by me again, Claude.

Ah, oui.

One of our agents in
Germany has warned us

that the enemy
will launch an attack

somewhere at the
front by dawn tomorrow.

However, we believe

that Lukas has received
the new German code

with which Berlin will
transmit the battle orders.

And you want me to get the code?

It will save thousands
of Allied lives.

Now, you may be sure
he will have hidden it well.

I will do my best
to create a diversion

in order to help you get
closer to the scoundrel.

Mata, you must persuade him

to tell you where
he has that book.

Persuade?

-Yeah. -Mm.

Once again, you give
your all for France.

Bonne chance, my only true love.

Thank you.

A great honor, Madame.

Thank you.

Mr. Roarke!

Am I glad to see you.

I couldn't imagine that
this would be like this.

I just wanted to find out
about my great-grandmother.

Now suddenly, I am Mata Hari!

I could get in serious
trouble doing this.

- If you could just tell these...
- No, no, I'm sorry, Miss Harris,

what has been initiated
here must run its course.

And it is imperative
that you convince them

you are who they think you are,

or they will certainly
denounce you as an impostor.

A traitor.

Monsieur Lukas is waiting.

That guy is a spy!

Mata!

Liebchen, you are my only love,

and a heroine of the Fatherland.

Walter... Walter...

My darling.

Walter!

Walter! Walter!

Mata, you drive me
mad with passion.

Walter, please, we must talk.

Talk? Talk!

Ja. Of course.

About the new code.

Right. The code.

Well, do you have it?

Have what?

Liebchen, don't play games.

You promised to get
the new French code

from Captain Dumarque.

Oh! That code!

She knows how much I love her.

Still she betrays France.

The Allies are
planning a big push

beginning at dawn tomorrow.

We must know on
which section of the front

their attack will be launched.

Well, don't worry, Walter.
Everything's under control.

Wunderbar! Wunderbar!

But I must have a copy
of our new German code,

so that I can keep in touch
with you at all times, Walter.

You shall have it

the moment you
are across the lines.

Across the what?

It is all arranged, Liebchen.

We go tonight together to
deliver your French codebook

to the chief of
German intelligence!

There is no doubt
you will be decorated.

The Kaiser's most
valuable agent.

Mademoiselle
Hari, you are there?

Oui.

We are ready for
your next performance.

Wiedersehen, Liebchen.

Until tonight.

Tonight.

Fantastic.

To Mata Hari,

the most beautiful
spy in the world,

and the most stupid.

He's back, Mr. Lacy.
That Lowell guy's back.

Damned if he ain't.

What are we going
to do about him?

Do, Jimmy?

Why would I want to do anything?

Well, he's messing
around here again.

Don't make much
difference, Jimmy.

Probably just making
a sentimental journey.

But there's no way he
can cause us any worry.

He came back
way too late for that.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You're right, Mr. Lacy.

He came back way too late.

I want you to
return to the place,

the exact spot,

where you last saw your Valerie.

Study the mirror

and concentrate
on that final meeting.

It will aid you in your
search for Valerie.

I love you.

Valerie?

These are today's
closing prices.

I know. I know.

You don't seem to understand.

The market is closed for today.

Just a souvenir.

Will you feast
your eyes on that?

Tomorrow's prices today.

Oats will be up five points.

Yeah, and look at
pork bellies up 15.

And tomorrow's grain prices.
Do you believe that, huh?

What are you going to do?

Buy like hell!

All units, be on the lookout for

escaped prisoner Vinnie Avalon,

5'8", 150 pounds,
wearing blue denims,

armed and dangerous.

Now, tomorrow morning,
I want you to put a buy

on all those at market, okay?

That's quite an order.

Yeah, but by tomorrow
night, I'll be a millionaire.

And now, please have all
those securities ready, hmm?

I want to touch them
and caress them.

Boy, am I going to
make a lot of money.

Everyone stay where you are!

Mademoiselle, you will
come with me, please.

Why? What have I done, Claude?

Captain Dumarque, if you please.

Mademoiselle Mata Hari,

we have been given
reason to believe

that you are collaborating
with Walter Lukas,

a known German spy.

Get dressed.

Walter Lukas, we arrest you

for being an enemy agent.

You French pig!

I saw you looking at my
name on the archway.

I'm Adam Larrabe.
What do you want?

I'm looking for someone, a girl.

Her name's Valerie.

Yeah.

I figured you was the one.

It took you longer to come here

than I figured, Mr. Lowell.

You know me? How?

From my daughter, Valerie.

Valerie's your daughter?

Well, then where
is she, Mr. Larrabe?

She disappeared.
Is she all right?

Nobody can hurt her.

Can you please take me to her?

Over there, boy.

It can't be! It...

What do you know of grief, boy?

You knew her two days.

She was my blood, my only child.

What happened?

She took a fever and she died.

No, it can't be just...

It can't be that simple.

Something else had to happen.

In town, she was afraid.

She was afraid of
something or someone.

I don't know about in town, boy.

I know she came back here,
and she took a fever and died.

And I buried her.

Go back to wherever
you came from.

Leave my daughter
and me in peace.

Please.

I love you.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Valerie.

Valerie...

Valerie!

Valerie?

Valerie!

It was her.

-One more time? -Uh-huh.

Hey, bartender,
you're looking at a man

who has just taken the
most fantastic pictures ever.

With that thing, huh?

Hey, this thing is my future.

Uh-uh. Not again.

Oh...

Hey, you're the nude
girl in the pool, huh?

-Hey, listen... -I'm sorry...

-And... -Can I buy you...

-My name is... -My name is...

Uh, I'm a photographer.

I'm from Ohio. Dorset.

I have a store there.

And that's about all there is
to know about Don Winters.

Well, that sounds great.

Look, I'm a reporter
for a newspaper,

and I come from Muncie, Indiana,

and my name's Ellen.

Hey, we're only
about 20 miles apart.

Would you two like me
to record this moment

for, uh, posterity?

Uh-huh.

Well?

Is it okay with you?

Well, sure. I have my
clothes on this time.

Yeah.

There we go.

Can I see it?

- Uh, it's terrible. I don't...
- Come on.

Let me explain.

So, what's to explain?

You've got a pornographic
camera. That's just great.

You don't understand.

I mean, that's what's
going to happen.

Oh, is it?

Good.

Hey, you know, I can make
some things happen, too.

How about some rain?

She's in the hilltop bungalow.

Thanks.

Hi, remember me?

We shared a martini?

I got the olive in my ear.

Well, put a glass on your head,
and maybe no one will notice.

No, no, wait, wait.

Now, you may not realize it,

but any way I look at this
situation, I'm in trouble.

If I tell you the picture's
going to come true,

you'll slam the door.

If I tell you this is
a magic camera,

you'll call the men
in the white coats.

You're right. You lose. Bye.

It's a magic camera!

How'd you do it?

Would you believe me if I
say, "You wouldn't believe me"?

First things first,
Mr. Photographer.

I am not a pickup.

Hey, you know I know that.

Yeah, I know you know
because I'm telling you so.

But I also know that that thing

took a picture of us
that didn't happen.

-Not yet. -Oh, come on, now!

That thing took a picture of us,

and I want to know
how it happened.

It's a magic camera.

Magic?

Right.

I must be losing my mind.

For some strange reason,

I really hope
this isn't a trick.

It's a magic camera.

And what's happening between us

is a different kind of magic.

Good grief!

That bad, huh?

No.

Actually, you're starting
to make some sense.

It's crazy, but...

whatever it is that's happening,

I'm really glad it's happening.

Really?

Well...

But, Claude, you
said you loved me.

How could you believe I'm
working for the Germans, too?

-Take off your clothes. -No!

You must be searched! Matron!

I surrender.

You might at least
pretend to be a gentleman.

I will examine each garment,
every stitch, personally!

Here.

What exactly are we
looking for, Capitaine?

Evidence. That is
my duty, and yours.

I know, sir. War is hell.

Shall I continue, Capitaine?

Certainly. We must
get to the bottom of this.

Two codes?

French... And German!

Mata, you have betrayed me.

This proves you
are a double agent!

Oh, Great-Grandmother,

couldn't you think of
something better than that?

I know she came back here,

and she took a fever, and died.

And I buried her.

I don't know what
else you are, old man,

but you're a liar.

Sheriff!

Remember me?

Lowell, isn't it? Yeah.
You were looking for a girl.

You been in the swamp?

That's right,
digging up her grave.

Do you know a guy who
calls himself Adam Larrabe?

What about him? And
what about this grave?

Well, Larrabe says
he has a daughter

who caught a fever and died.

Yeah, I did hear that.

But the old man wasn't very
friendly. He kept to himself,

not many townsfolk
knew either of them.

You saying that daughter of his

is the girl you
were looking for?

Yeah, if she is his daughter.

I don't know what kind
of game he's playing,

but I know one thing for a fact.

Her grave is empty.

Now, that's
interesting, Mr. Lowell.

I know something else, Sheriff,

the girl I know as Valerie,

she's out in the jungle hiding,

afraid and alone.

How do you know that?

'Cause I saw her today.

It was through the
trees, just a glimpse,

but it was her.

Now, I'm going back out there,

but I wanted someone
to know where I am,

just in case something
happens to me.

Somebody who can
help her, like you.

Let the law handle
it, Mr. Lowell.

I'll find out what's going on.

No. I'm going out there.

You see, Sheriff,

I love her,

and I've got to find
out what the truth is.

What was all that about?

She's alive, Mr. Lacy.
That Larrabe girl's alive.

The old man made a fool of us.

Don't worry about it, Jimmy.

All it means is

we'll have to kill them.

Both.

Ellen, I love you, and
I want to marry you.

Me, too, Don.

Ellen, the camera's given
me confidence I've never had.

And the pictures are good.

They're also of scenes
that haven't happened yet

when I photograph them.

Out, Don. Out!

What's the matter?

I'm getting sick.

I've got a virus,
I've got a headache,

and I refuse to be
infatuated with a loony bird.

Ellen, I swear, I
took a picture of

a stockbroker's commodity board,

I invested every dime I had.

When they pay off,
I'll pick up a bundle.

Magic cameras, and you're rich?

-You're rich? -Yeah. Look, look.

You see this? This camera
photographs tomorrow.

Get out of here, Don! I refuse
to be in bed with a psycho!

Look, here, take
a picture of me.

Come on, come on.
Take a picture of me.

It could mean our
whole life together.

What is it? Let me see it.

It's me! I... I'm dead.

Woah.

Captain Dumarque?

-Yes. -A message for you, sir.

Walter Lukas wants to
meet you in no man's land.

Who gave you this?

It was picked up
by intelligence, sir.

A German telegraph signal.

Mr. Larrabe.

What are you doing here?

It's a portrait of me.

Valerie was working
on it before she...

When that damnable
fever took her.

I'll ask you again. What
are you doing here?

You pointed out, Mr. Larrabe,

I only knew your
daughter for two short days.

It wasn't enough.

I'd like to see where she lived,

her room, if you'd show me.

I'll show you.

Then you'll go.

And this time, don't come back.

Just the way she left
it. I've touched nothing.

Where did you get that?

On a bush, Mr. Larrabe,

a bush that tore Valerie's
skirt today in the jungle.

You see, I dug up her grave.

You had no right!

I had every right!

You see, I love her.

Now, damn it, I want to
know what's going on here!

Have you told anybody
about the grave?

Yeah, I told the Sheriff.

You fool!

You meddling fool!

No, Daddy, no!

No, please.

I'm so sorry, Bill.

Oh, Valerie.

I love you. -

And I love you, too.

Mr. Roarke! Mr. Roarke!

Ah, Mr. Winters, how are you?

Mayday, Mr. Roarke, mayday.

You've got to get
me off this island.

Leave? But why?

Tattoo told me
that you have been

enjoying yourself immensely.

Yeah, I was. I mean, I did.

Look, this is crazy, Mr. Roarke.

This camera takes
pictures before they happen.

Well, that was your
fantasy, Mr. Winters.

Pictures that not even
the greatest photographers

ever conceived.

Yeah, but not like this one.

I see. Yes.

Well, I must agree,

this is an unfortunate
turn of events, isn't it?

Unfortunate? I'm
dead. That's my body.

It happened here, on the island.

Call the police. Get
me off this island.

Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Winters.

But once a fantasy has begun,

it must be played out to its
own inevitable conclusion.

This conclusion? My
death? My funeral?

There is a saying, Mr. Winters.

A man becomes
aware of his life's flow

and hears its winding murmur,

and he sees the
meadows where it glides,

the sun, the breeze.

You are still
alive, Mr. Winters.

And where there is
life... Oh, by the way.

I just heard that you made
a fortune in the stock market.

Everyone's talking about
it. You must be elated.

Big deal!

Charge!

Dumarque?

Is that Captain Dumarque?

Halt!

Monsieur Walter Lukas.

Time to dispense with
that alias, Dumarque.

You know my true identity.

Dumarque, you know who I am.

Commander Walter Canaris.

Imperial German Navy.

Dumarque, is it true that
you had Mata Hari arrested?

Or have I walked into a trap?

It is true, Commander.

She was tried by court-martial,

and sentenced to be shot.

It is all your fault, Dumarque.

You're the one
who got her involved

in this spy business
in the first place.

You took advantage
of an innocent girl.

You are the one
who corrupted her,

and got her to work for your
side, made her a double agent.

I yield.

I might as well admit it.

Dumarque, I love that woman.

You?

What does a German
know about love,

the grand passion, the
adoration I feel for her?

Adoration? Adoration?

You had her arrested.

Why do you think I risked
my life to come here?

I'm filled with remorse.

My duty is to my country,

but as long as she
is taken out of action,

I will have done my duty.

Will you help?

We are enemies in war,

but allies in our
devotion to this great lady.

Good.

I have an idea, but
I will need your help.

Do you think you can
persuade your artillery

to stop their barrage
at the precise moment?

To be agreed upon
by both of us, of course.

I really don't understand
what you're trying to tell me.

The sheriff you talked to,
he actually works for Mr. Lacy,

the so-called mayor.

And the mayor
fronts for a combine.

Well, what combine?

A crooked one, oil.

This island floats on it, boy.

When they heard
you were coming here

to do a survey, they panicked,

forged some option papers
to freeze your company out.

How'd you find out about it?

I worked for Lacy.

He didn't bother to
make a secret out of it.

Not at first.

My daughter's not
as weak as her father.

Lacy said he'd cut me in, big,

so I kept my mouth shut.

He did it for me, Bill.

He thought his
daughter should be

a female Van Gogh or Cezanne.

Valerie's a magnificent painter.

She belongs in Europe

with all the world's
greatest art teachers.

But that takes financing.

Was I wrong in taking
Lacy's money, Mr. Lowell?

So you decided to expose
the whole oil swindle?

Yes.

That was before I found out

that Lacy was trying
to have me killed.

That's what I was doing in town.

I was trying to
rent a getaway boat

when I met you.

It was wonderful,

but terrible to fall in love
at just the wrong moment.

Valerie's fever and the
fake dying was my idea,

to protect her from Lacy.

Oh, boy, and I blundered in

and brought him
down on all of us.

Look, we've got
to get out of here.

There's no place to run.

Wrong. There is a place to run.

Tide, uh... When is low tide?

Oh, just about now.

They'll trail us wherever we go.

Well, we can't stay here
and roll over and play dead.

Look, I think I can
get us out of here,

if you'll trust me.

-Okay, let's go. -Wait!

They're out there.

The back way.

We're near the water.

We've got to hurry, boy.

I'm getting a little nervous.

Listen.

- Let's get out of here.
- This way.

There's nothing
ahead of us but ocean.

He's right, Bill.

There's an
underwater cavern that

I passed through to
get here. It's just ahead.

Cavern? Leading to where?

A place called Fantasy Island.

A place for people
to start over.

Please, both of you, have faith.

Daddy?

Faith it is.

Come on.

There they are!

Come on!

Hurry! Hurry!

-Oh, my ankle! -Come on, get up!

No, I can't.

Hurry, the tide's rising.

You'll make it.

Must have taken a wrong turn.

Where are we?

Welcome back, Mr. Lowell.

I see that your fantasy
has been fulfilled.

Mr. Roarke, they're behind
us, we're being chased.

The pursuit is over, Mr. Lowell,

as is your fantasy.

They didn't chase
you any further

because they thought
you were trapped,

and the tide would drown you.

At this very moment,
they're celebrating

the fact that you are dead.

They'll never chase you again,

unless they can
escape from the prison

where I promise they'll
spend many years to come.

The briefcase is a little
gift from the company

in gratitude for your business.

It's genuine leather.

Uh, tell me, how in
the world did you do it?

Oh, he's very bright.

Ellen, I want you to have
the securities and a good life

after I'm gone.

Darling, wait!

Wait, please! Someone
has to sign for these.

Now, please be very careful.

Those are negotiable.
They're just like cash.

Don!

I had a good life.

It wasn't a great
one, but it wasn't bad.

Me, I had to make it
better by coming here.

And it was getting better.

I mean, I had money, a girl.

Lovely girl.

Now it's all over.

It didn't even get started.

You get the picture?

I didn't say that, did I?

Don, good grief! I've been
looking all over for you.

Well, it isn't time to go
to the funeral parlor yet.

Hey, now, look, you're
not going to give up on me.

I'm not going to
let you walk out.

I'm not walking anywhere.

Oh, honey!

Great, I'm going to be a
widow before I even get married.

I've got an idea.

We'll call the police, we'll
find out where you died,

and we won't go there!

Hey, yeah, that's a great idea.

I'll go phone them.

Wait a minute.

It hasn't happened
yet. I'm still alive.

They won't know
anything about it, right?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Don, I got an idea.

We use the magic camera,
take pictures of the headline,

and we know what
tomorrow's news is, huh?

-Yeah. -Come on, come on.

Okay, shoot it.

- No, every time I...
- Oh, come on.

Look, you're bound
to be a hot story, right?

Shoot it.

Okay, I...

Oh, no.

No.

Fellas, listen, there's
been a terrible mistake.

I'm not me.

Oh, I'm not she.

I'm not Mata Hari!

Oh...

I'm her
great-great-granddaughter

from Niederland, Texas.

Oh, this is crazy!

Will somebody please
call the American consul?

Men, your commander,
Major Cerdin,

has asked me to
take over this detail.

He is, unfortunately,
indisposed.

Now, in accordance
with military custom,

one of your rifles has
been loaded with blanks.

Not easy for a Frenchman
to shoot a woman.

I suggest that each
of you says to himself,

"I am the one with the blanks."

Claude...

One last drink, Mademoiselle.

It will give you courage.

Please, you must help me.

Be brave, Mademoiselle.

For France,

and for me,

your Claude.

Claude!

Captain Dumarque!

Ready.

Take aim.

Fire.

Hey, Don, maybe only
the good things come true,

like the money and
you and me in bed.

What do you say we
make a toast to each other?

Forever and ever and ever.

Or sooner.

Come on, Don!

Hey, be a fighter, huh?

That's easy to say.

It's not the first
day of the last day

of the rest of your life.

Now, look, you, I don't
know how or why we met.

This whole thing
seems like a bad joke.

Damn it, I'm in love with you.

I'm not going to
let something like

a dumb magic camera
come between us.

Yeah?

Fantasy Island Florist.

How sweet.

No, Ellen, wait!

No problem. Just give
me all your securities

and take off all your clothes,

both of you.

What are you
going to do? Kill me?

You can't.

Unless that's a lethal car

you're holding in
your hand there.

You'd better talk to this
guy. I think he's flipping his lid.

Look, fella, I've killed
other people before.

You understand what I mean?

I got nothing to lose.

Oh, come on, just give
me the gun and go away.

Don't you see? You made
a mistake. You goofed.

This isn't the way
I'm going to die,

unless you can conjure
up a flaming car crash

right here in this room.

Tell him, Ellen. Tell him.

All right, all
right, take it easy.

Securities are right there.

Take off your clothes, fast.

Go get me his pants.

No, no, I'll do
that. I'll do that.

Make it snappy!

Look, calm down.

Come on, Commander,
play your part.

Doctor, hurry up and
verify that she's dead.

The guns. They have stopped.

That means the
enemy is about to attack.

Doctor, you'd better
get out of here.

To your battle
stations, quickly!

Take her!

Quickly!

Forgive me, Mata.

Adieu, the love of my life.

And bon voyage on your
journey to another world.

Miss Harris, your
fantasy is over.

But I'm dead. They shot me.

Their rifles were all
loaded with blanks.

Captain Dumarque saw to that,

and he gave you a drink,
a powerful knockout drug.

Then that means
that Mata Hari...

Was executed, officially.

But in reality...

There was a rumor that she
was smuggled out of France.

Is that it, Mr. Roarke?

Did someone put her
on a ship for America?

Why do you ask me, Miss Harris?

You were there.

And you are here.

No!

Let go of me!

Hey, stop him!

Don!

It's safe now, Mr. Winters.

Officer, who was in the car?

Here's his license.

His name was Don Winters.
He was a photographer.

That's how it happened!

It was a mistake!

Ellen, honey, it was a mistake!

Mr. Roarke, you made a boo-boo.

Oh, I beg to
differ, Mr. Winters.

People make
mistakes with their lives,

but life never makes
a mistake with people.

Ah, yes.

By your expression, Mr. Lowell,

I suspect that
the veil of mystery

which darkened your life

may soon be replaced
by the wedding veil.

If I get the right
answer to a question

I'm going to pop
aboard the flight,

you're right, Mr. Roarke.

The boss is always right.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Well, we wouldn't want
to ruin his perfect record.

In my day, we didn't waste time

with all this fancy footwork.

I asked your mother to marry
me the first time I met her.

And did she say
yes, Mr. Larrabe?

Of course she did, boss.

As a matter of
fact, she said no.

But I kept asking.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, you're very welcome.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Good-bye, Mr. Larrabe.

Mr. Roarke, it was fantastic.

I'm leaving Fantasy Island

with the most incredible
photograph of all,

only she's real.

Yeah, thanks for introducing us.

Oh, it wasn't I.

Thank the camera.

Oh, yeah, listen, will you
take this back, please, huh?

I've had enough of the
future. I'm going back home

and enlarging my
photography store,

and let everybody else worry
about taking pictures, hm?

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

You're welcome, Mr. Winters.

-Good-bye. -Good-bye.

Well, Miss Harris,
do you now know

what the lady known as
Mata Hari was really like?

Absolutely, Mr. Roarke.

She was just a girl with
her heart on her sleeve,

who gave love back to
anybody who loved her.

She also tried very
hard to save the lives

of thousands of young men.

On both sides.

Never forget that.

I won't.

And I want to thank
you, Mr. Roarke,

from both of us.

Miss Harris, I have
a souvenir for you.

You will be happy to know that

Miss Mata Hari's
two sweethearts,

gallant and honorable soldiers,

both survived the war.

These are two of the
decorations they won.

La Croix de Guerre.

And the Iron Cross.

I know they would
want you to have them.

I'll always cherish
this, and the memories.

Thank you.

Good-bye, Miss Harris.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

Never mind. Never
mind being late.

What happened to you?

I was working on
Mrs. Jones' fantasy.

You mean, the great-grandmother

that wanted to be
in mud wrestling?

That's the one.

Julie, overseeing a
fantasy is one thing,

but to participate
in mud wrestling?

Mr. Roarke, I did
not mud wrestle.

I was referee.