All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s04e09_my_late_lover_-_sanctuary

Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Uh -oh, boss.

That guy looks like he's been hitting
the sauce on the flight over.

He's not drunk, Tattoo.

He happens to be very ill.

In fact, according to his doctors, he
has only 12 hours to live.

Oh, that's too bad. Who is he, boss?

Mr. Thomas Henshaw, a bookkeeper with an
aerospace firm in Sunnyvale,

California. His fantasy is to be granted
an additional 48 hours of life and an

opportunity to be accepted as a guest at
the sanctuary on North Gull Island.

Boss, that's where all the victim
killers hide out.

Why does he want to go there?

To hunt down a killer.

Whose?

His own.

Oh, boss, that's a real elegant lady.

Yes, she's Miss Anastasia Dexter, widow
of the millionaire Arlen Dexter.

After 12 years of a loving and happy
marriage in which she was protected and

adored, she now finds life to be without
sparkle or direction.

She's rich.

The way she looks, she shouldn't have
any problem.

Yet she does, the two, despite the fact
that no less than three very eligible

bachelors wish to marry her.

You mean she cannot make up her mind?

Unfortunately, she has been unable to do
so.

You see, the memory of her adored
husband is so strong that any living man

suffers by comparison. Her fantasy is to
be able to completely separate that

memory from the reality of her everyday
life.

to now place it in its proper
perspective so she may select the right

Can we help her to do that, boss?

Yes, yes.

With some very special assistance.

Assistance which I fear will be a great
shock to Mrs. Dexter and her suitors.

My dear guest, I am Mr. Rourke.

your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

You say this hair is the only clue to
the identity of the person who poisoned

you?

That's it, Mr. Rourke. That's all I've
got.

However, the human hair has
characteristics sort of like

Yes, I know.

Now, the police think the guy that that
hair belongs to got a job as a waiter at

our company party, and he slipped
something into my drink.

Now, you say Guy had the police
determined that it was indeed a man?

No, it's just a figure of speech.

He, she, it.

Take your choice.

All I know is this person went to the
sanctuary within the past week. That

I was able to find out on my own.

Now all I have to do is match that one
strand with one head, and I've got my

killer. You might say my life is hanging
by a hair.

You say your doctors don't know what
kind of poison it is?

No tattoo. That's why they can't provide
an antidote.

I'm sorry that for the same reason
neither can we, Mr. Henshaw.

However, this potion, found exclusively
on

Fantasy Island, will, as I promised you,
extend your life

for 48 hours.

However, to maintain its potency, you
must sip it at least every three hours.

Two days to find the man who murdered
me.

It's beautiful here, Mr. Roach.

Everywhere I look, it's like the Garden
of Eden. Thank you, Miss Baxter.

Oh, look.

There they are.

My three admirable suitors.

Shall I tell you about them? If I may,
Mrs. Dexter, allow me to tell you.

First, there is Mr.

Ellis Lathrop, a wealthy socialite who
also has acquired a reputation as a

playboy.

He is considered to be witty and fun to
be with, but you wonder if he has the

depth and personal stability to be the
kind of husband you need.

Then, there is Mr.

Walter Blair, a very successful
businessman, intelligent and dedicated,

wonder how much time he would devote to
you or how much fun life would be as

his wife.

That's true.

Absolutely. Which brings us to Mr. Donna
McKenzie, a renowned professor of art

at a famous Eastern University and an
accomplished artist, but a modern

of the absent -minded professor, shy and
withdrawn.

You wonder if his art would be more
important to him than you would be.

You're amazing, Mr. Rourke. You summed
them up perfectly.

What happens now?

Oh, Dax.

I miss you so.

Hello. The dining room, Captain, please.

Hello. This is Mrs. Dexter.

I'm staying in the Lanai bungalow.

Would you please arrange a private
luncheon for me?

There'll be four of us.

Oh, yes, yes.

1 .30 will be all right.

to come in and arrange for it myself.

Thank you very much.

Is here, Mr. Falco?

I don't like this.

I don't like this at all.

Guy reads like a psycho.

Blowing up a police station is heavy
stuff.

I like a pro.

A guy who works neater, quiet.

You keep an eye on him, Harlan.

A close eye.

Yes, sir.

You,

when you bring in my bags, I want you to
handle them carefully.

Brewer, I'm Harlan, Mr. Falco's
assistant.

Welcome to the sanctuary.

Yeah.

Lovely Anastasia, fellow competitors of
the lady's hand, being civilized is

difficult with such beauty at stake.

So let me say simply, end the suspense,
Anastasia, and tell these two well

-meaning but misguided gentlemen that
you have selected me to be your husband

and send them on their way. Why don't
you sit down, Ellis? I'm sure that

Anastasia finds this whole process
embarrassing. I agree with Walter.

Love isn't something you just throw up
for grad in public.

I am terribly flattered. And I certainly
wouldn't be here if I...

Didn't find each one of you terribly
attractive, but I just can't make such

important decision on an empty stomach.

Captain, would you please serve the beef
wellington?

Dex, indeed.

You said Dex. Wasn't that your husband's
name?

Well, it was Beef Wellington.

Dex just loved Beef Wellington.

I'm terribly sorry. No need to
apologize.

Please, please excuse me.

Have a good lunch.

Hope you find this to your liking, Mr.
Brewer.

Yeah, it'll do.

We have color TV, or if you prefer,
closed -circuit movies, X -rated.

Over here, you have a fantastic view, if
you dig seeing me.

Wouldn't try it without a hang glider.

You do understand the arrangement.

Absolute security.

Anything you want for $2 ,000 a day.

Yeah, so I was told. Look, all I want
right now is the pleasure of my own

company, if you don't mind.

Yes, sir.

You can turn down the bed later, honey.
I'm busy right now.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

This is my room.

Your room?

What are you talking about?

Is this yours?

Well, it looks a little small.

Get out.

Hey, sweetheart, I made a mistake. I
just checked in. You know how it is in a

foreign country. All the doors look
alike.

Will you leave now, please?

Yeah, sure It was nice meeting you

Oh, Dad.

Now my eyes are playing tricks on me.

No tricks, babe. It's for real.

Dad.

You can't be standing there.

It's been three long years since...
Since I died?

Yes.

Talk about boring.

No fun.

No action.

But you look absolutely wonderful.

You haven't changed.

Except that you're even more lovely.

This is impossible.

Not on Fantasy Island.

Ask our mutual friend, Mr. Rourke.

Oh, Mr.

Rourke.

Oh. Dex, darling. No, no, no, no.

That's one of the no -no's.

No touch, damn it.

But that doesn't mean I can't feel your
presence, your warmth.

I missed you, sir.

I've always been close by, watching you,
loving you, hoping that you'd find

happiness with some lucky stiff.

Poor choice of words, isn't it?

I was trying to go on alone, but
marriage was so wonderful with you.

So I'm going to try it again with the
right person.

But I just don't know who to pick.

Well, now your worries are over.

I've taken care of you all of these
wonderful years. I'm going to take care

you now.

I want you to set a date with each of
your suitors, and I'll be there to help

you make the final selection.

You mean you and them?

No, no, no, that's impossible.

Don't worry about me. I don't plan on
enjoying it.

Besides, nobody will know I'm there
except you.

I'm getting tired.

Being alive is exhausting when you're
out of practice.

Don't forget to set those dates, Annie.

I love you.

Dad.

You know, I don't ask for much.

A new doll.

I'm entitled.

Something nice.

Young.

Straightly.

That's all I ask.

I'm telling you, she's never been on the
street.

She hasn't been here a half a day and
she's hustling the psycho.

Mr. Falco, I found this girl feeding
pigeons in Des Moines.

There is no way that she's going to make
it with the guy she just met. Okay,

okay.

They're ex -lovers.

They knew each other before, right?

I don't know.

What about cops?

What do you think of that?

I want to see her now.

Hi, Mr. Brewer.

What can I get for you?

Um, uh...

Bullshot. Okay.

You know, I thought a friend of mine
might be here, a guy from the East.

Well, there's a Jack Morris. He just
checked in.

Yeah?

And yesterday it was the Riley brothers
and Dooley Farentino and Willie

Simon and his girl and... That's a lot
of hair.

What?

Nothing, nothing.

Oh.

Mr. Brewer.

Sandra looking after you okay?

Yeah, sure. No complaints. Thanks.

Good.

Stay away from the lady down the hall.

Know the one you paid a little visit to?

I'd be very careful, Mr. Brewer.

You know the protection you buy here at
the sanctuary doesn't hold once you

leave here.

What are you, Falco's errand boy?

Yeah, well you can't be the lady's pet
she didn't come with a dog creep

Don't

ever threaten me again

My life's still hanging by a hair.

Thank you.

Donald, I wanted to talk to you
seriously.

You know how I feel about you.

Do you mind if I keep on sketching while
we talk?

Sketch?

Go right ahead. Well, sometimes when it
comes to personal relationships, I can

express myself better this way than I
can with words.

The fact that some of my students have
mocked as an example of sexual

misdirection.

The kids were probably right.

Now, don't be cruel, darling.

Oh, I don't mean to be.

No, the students we get today are sharp,
intelligent.

I didn't mean you.

Are you sure there's nothing wrong,
Anastasia?

Oh, no, I've just been a little bit
upset -minded all day.

I thought I had a corner on that market.

The professor's mixing his metaphors,
darling.

Don't let him confuse you. Walter is the
businessman.

Donald?

I always felt that we have a great deal
in common.

If he would only bring it out.

You see, I have a great appreciation for
art.

I'm sorry, Annie. I don't think I can
take any more of this. I'll catch up

you and the next candidate.

Would you like to see it?

It's you.

Oh, you sketch me?

Of course I would like to see it.

It's me all right.

Did Harlan tell you I wanted to see you?

I'm not your slave, Mr. Falco. When your
friend invited me here, he said you

needed a hostess.

Sure.

That's why I called you just now, to
begin your training.

You see, first you be nice to me, and
then later on you can be hostess to

else who wants you.

How's that for a deal, huh?

I don't want that kind of a job.

Maybe you already have a job.

What is your connection with Brewer? I
don't know any Brewer. What was he doing

in your room? I don't know. I came in
and he was here. He said it was a

Maybe.

Maybe, Tessa.

I'll have plenty of time to find out the
truth, because you and Brewer aren't

going anywhere for a long time.

In the meantime, you've got a lot to
learn.

You move pretty good, lady.

So do you.

Yeah, well, I'm a firm believer in
physical fitness.

I set a company policy allowing
employees time off for exercise.

Exercise is a sound investment in good
living.

And I couldn't agree more.

One, two, three.

You silly thing, you.

Does sound a little stuffy, doesn't it?

Oh, well, I didn't mean... I didn't mean
it the way it sounded, Walter.

I've never been married, you know.

I never had time.

I've always regretted that.

Until I met you.

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to
you about.

About us.

Why we should get married.

Well, I guess I could talk to you about
compensating balances, mutual assets

that make a partnership workable.

He's not talking marriage, Annie. He's
talking merger.

And he's wearing out my visibility.

I'll be moving right along.

But there's only one real reason why I
asked you to marry me, Anastasia.

To me, the only important one.

What is that for, Tom?

I love you.

Come on, babe.

Marry me and you'll have to take the
whole board of directors home with you.

Thank you, Walter.

We'll talk later.

But, Anastasia... Oh, later, Walter,
please.

Look, I don't know what your problem is,
but life is too precious to throw away

no matter what.

How can you talk about life being
precious when you're what you are?

What do you think I am?

You're here in this place.

You're all killers.

You're here? Is that what you are?

Me?

I wanted a little excitement out of
life, and I thought this was the place.

They told me I was going to be a
hostess.

That's a new name for it.

Listen, my name isn't Brewer, and I'm
not what you think I am.

What's the matter?

I'll be all right.

What if that stopped?

It's a long story.

Anyway, you've got enough problems of
your own.

Come on, I'm going to help you get out
of here. Why should you?

Because you're nice, that's why.

That place is a fortress.

Don't worry, I'll find a way.

Who is it?

Room service.

I didn't order anything.

Come in.

Compliments for the house.

Mr. Rourke.

Mr. Rourke?

Mr. Henshaw, Miss Brody.

Oh, am I glad to see you. Look, this
girl doesn't belong here. You've got

Wait a minute. How did she know your
name?

Miss Tessa Brody works in a factory in
Des Moines, Iowa.

As she puts it, not the most exciting
job in the world.

Her fantasy has been to get some
excitement, a few thrills, some danger

life.

But I had this feeling that you were in
great danger, Miss Brody.

Mr. Rourke, I almost made a terrible
mistake. He stopped me.

Unfortunately, once a fantasy has begun,
it must be played out to its

conclusion.

Whatever happens to both of you is in
your own hands.

But I ask you to remember this.

Ingenuity and courage have often been
mistaken for miracles.

I've made my decision, Mr. Rourke.

Tess and I are leaving here, together,
right now.

Oh, I see.

May I have a word with you, Mr. Henshaw,
in private, if you don't mind?

Do you realize

the consequences of abandoning your own
fantasy, Mr. Henshaw?

Yes, I know, Mr. Rourke.

But coming here with a dumb idea, I
haven't been able to find out anything

help me.

I can do something to help Tessa.

Her life can go on and count for
something. And if that's the best I can

that's good enough for me.

I can die with that.

You're a very courageous man, Mr. Angel.

Who knows?

Perhaps your courage itself will
produce...

I certainly hope so.

Good luck.

Miss Brody?

Goodbye, Mr. Rock.

I'll bet you that factory in Des Moines
looks pretty good to you right now, huh?

Oh, I didn't know when I was well off.

Yeah, well, look, you better change,
because we're going out of here in

Why, thank you.

Dancing with you, my darling, is as
close to heaven as a man can get. Thank

Did you hear that applause? We're a
team.

We go together.

We're beautiful people.

Proceed with caution.

What I'm really saying is, I am crazy
about you.

Now and forever.

Yummy, yum, yum.

Stop it!

What's wrong? I thought... I'm sorry,
Alice. I really... I'm terribly sorry.

Anastasia, what's the matter? Anastasia!

No, I've left it with no one.

All right, let's take it slow. Just
remember, you're an average, everyday,

garden -variety type killer.

And my arm is going to fall off if you
don't loosen your grip.

Roar.

Anything in the house is yours.

Except her.

Well, I don't think you get the picture,
Falco.

You see, we're leaving.

Together.

All right, hold it right there.

This is a nitro derivative. My own
blend.

You're bluffing.

They blow you up the same as us.

Well, now that's what those cops in
Philly thought, too.

We want a car and a boat.

Now!

You can't run far enough, Brewer.

You and this deadbeat loser.

All right. No!

If

the

boys can cover the ground.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

I just came to thank you for everything.

I'm going to drive up to the mountains.

I understand that the view from the
summit is something like nothing in this

world. That would not be very wise, Mrs.
Dexter.

There was a storm at the higher
elevations last night. The roads may be

treacherous.

Don't worry about me, Mr. Roark. I know
I'm going to enjoy this drive more than

any drive I ever took in my life.

It was foolish of me to think that I was
going to find the right man here.

I know now that there is only one way
for me to find happiness.

And I'm going to take it.

Goodbye, Mr. Roark.

Goodbye.

The next move, Mr.

Dexter, is definitely up to you.

And quickly.

I never intended this, Mr. Rock.

Now, she actually means to take her own
life. How can I help her? By letting her

go, Mr. Dexter.

Really letting her go.

Instead of helping her, as you promised,
you have mocked and ridiculed the three

men who attracted her.

Despite her love for you, which is
secure in her heart forever, you have,

jealousy, robbed her of the years ahead
of her.

Years that must be without you.

I'm sorry, Tessa. We tried.

Hold it, Brewer.

Same to me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Will you please give me a hand?

Yeah, sure, Falco.

But first, take a good look at me.

You remember?

Tommy Henshaw.

Bookkeeper. Sunnyvale.

Why did you poison me?

You were handling the Floreshack
account.

That's a cover for overseas bribes.

You were going to be investigated by
FTC.

The boss got scared that you'd blow the
whole deal. He found out.

Now, will you please, please give me
your hand up?

Please.

Just one more thing.

What kind of poison did you use?

Psycho accident.

You know, you're a fool.

You know that?

I don't have to kill you.

You're gonna die anyway.

You're the one I'm gonna enjoy wasting.

I think you better look over there, Mr.
Falco.

Well, Mr. Henshaw?

Cycloxidine. I have a plane waiting.

We'll be at Fantasy Island Hospital in
20 minutes. We'll radio the information

so the antidote will be waiting.

Well, thanks for the cabaret, Mr.
Rourke. I thought you said this island

owned by an unfriendly nation. So it is.
But I have an influential friend very

high in our government.

I thought this a most opportune moment
for him to use that influence, and he

did.

This is our song.

I hope you enjoy it.

Annie, this isn't the way.

What you and I had will never change,
but you must go on without me.

No, Dax.

Now we'll be together forever.

Live and love again.

Because only by loving is all love kept
alive.

Now remember that.

And remember me.

You might live.

Yes, Dexter.

I will.

I will.

Anastasia.

Mr. Rourke told me that you'd driven up
here. I was very worried about you.

Thank you, Walter.

I was just thinking about something you
said to me.

There were only three simple little
words, but you are the only one who said

them.

I love you.

Tessa? Are you feeling all right, Mr.
Henshaw? Never better, Mr. Rourke. The

hospital gave me a clean bill of health.
You know, when I think what Tommy was

willing to give up for me, well, I'll be
taking care of him from now on for the

rest of our lives.

I think I hear wedding bells.

You hear right, Tattoo.

Splendid. And may your life together
bring you both a gift no fantasy ever

could. Long years of the reality of
sharing your love.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke, for everything.

You're welcome, Mr. Henshaw.

Tattoo?

You did it again, boss.

With a little help, Tattoo.

With a little help.

I don't know why, but I'm sure that
Walter is the right man.

Oh, I am very happy for you, Mrs.
Dexter. Yet I detect a slight

your part.

Oh, well, he would be all right, just
that he's so, so solid.

If he would have a little bit of a,
shall we say, a little touch of

That's right.

But one can't have everything.

Sorry, darling. I've been practicing a
little routine that Tattoo taught me

morning. A routine?

Sure. Watch.

Walter! You tapped on!

Doesn't everybody?

Oh, thank you, Mr. Orr. Goodbye, Miss
Dexter.

And thank you, Tattoo.

Bravo, tattoo.

Bravo.