All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s05e19_face_of_love

Oh Bye -bye

Good

morning.

Mr. Roy. Good morning, Julie

Have you seen Tattoo?

Oh, I'm glad you reminded me. He said to
tell you that he's having just a little

trouble with the Cinderella fantasy that
you assigned him to handle.

Indeed. What kind of trouble?

Uh, well, when the carriage turned back
into a pumpkin.

Yes? He said the horses ran away and he
can't find them.

The horses ran away, huh?

When you see Tattoo, will you please
tell him that one of his horses may be

found on the lawn in front of my office?

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

They're on their honeymoon. The bride
doesn't seem too thrilled about it.

They are not honeymooners, Julie. Far
from it.

The young lady, Miss Laura Jensen, was
recently paroled from prison.

The gentleman accompanying her is her
parole officer, Mr. Ron Martin.

She was in prison?

What for?

Driving the car during an armed robbery.

Wow. What's her fantasy?

Not her, Julie.

Because Miss Jensen has been categorized
as a habitual criminal.

It's Mr. Martin's fantasy to erase that
stigma.

To convert her into a respectable, law
-abiding citizen.

What will happen if he doesn't succeed?

One more offense, and Miss Jensen will
go back to prison.

Probably for life.

Miss Celeste Vallon, assistant curator
at the Metropolitan Art Gallery.

She's here to solve a riddle. A riddle,
riddle? Or one of your house

specialties?

A portrait by Paul Gauguin.

was recently discovered in the basement
of a cottage in the south of France.

About a month ago, I purchased that
portrait.

It arrived today.

What does all this have to do with the
riddle?

It seems that Miss Vallon came across a
print of the portrait, and she

discovered that she looks exactly like
the woman who posed for it.

How strange.

What's her fantasy?

Her fantasy is to find out the identity
of that woman.

What Miss Vallon doesn't know is that
when she finds the answer, she will pass

through a door through which there may
be no retreat.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Isn't Laura going to join us?

She doesn't feel comfortable mixing with
people she doesn't know very well.

Oh. As I understand it, Miss Jensen's
difficulties began when she was only 13,

after her parents died in an apartment
building fire. Yes. Which left her face

terribly scarred for life.

That fire took away what she loved most
in the world, her parents.

And then one foster home after another,
a desperate child in search of love.

Mr. Rourke, I don't believe Laura got
one decent break in her whole life.

And then growing up with that scar.

You know how cruel children can be. Oh,
yes.

And people who consider themselves ugly
sometimes choose to lead ugly lives.

And then there are always the predators
of our society waiting to take advantage

of their misfortune.

You're right.

Whenever Laura would apply for work,
they'd take one look at her face and

tell her that the job had already been
filled.

How humiliating.

Don't waste your sympathy on me.

I don't need it or want it.

So what? Who cares?

Laura.

Laura, take it easy.

We care. That's why we're here.

Mr. Rourke, there's something I didn't
tell you.

Laura didn't come here of her own free
will. She came because I forced her to

her parole officer.

So if you have any spare miracles
hanging around, please.

Make us believers.

A wise man once said, miracles sometimes
occur, but one has

to work terribly hard for them.

Just how hard are you willing to work
for your miracle, Miss Jensen?

She'll cooperate, Mr. Rourke.

Won't you, Rourke?

Sure. Cooperation's my middle name.

Everybody knows that.

That's why I spent the last three years
in prison.

It's amazing, Mr. Rourke.

Even though Gauguin painted it in 1896.

I almost feel it's a picture of me.

Now that you have seen the portrait
itself, are you still determined to go

through with your fantasy?

Yes, Mr. Rourke.

I'm more determined than ever.

Very well.

But first, there is something you should
know about the lady in the portrait.

She was Paul Gauguin's model and
mistress.

Her father disapproved of Mr. Gauguin,
and she was engaged to a very jealous

young officer.

Whom she didn't love.

Oh, and one more thing.

Not only will you encounter personal
danger, but there may also come a time

your fantasy when you will be faced with
the most difficult decision.

Decision?

One that very well could alter destiny.

You make it sound so ominous.

With good reason, I assure you.

I don't care.

I accept the responsibility.

Very well.

Then, please turn and

face the portrait.

Marvellous. Marvellous. Hold that
expression.

Paul Kogan?

No, no. No little girl games, my dear.
Not needed.

I've already fallen helplessly in love
with you.

This is the overseas operator.

Your call to Las Vegas is ready.

Hello? Hello, Marty?

You were stupid to go there in the first
place, baby.

Marty, I'll make it up to you.

I'll do anything you say.

I don't know, baby. Why don't you let me
think about it, all right?

Uh, look, I gotta hang up now.

Please? Please, Marty.

Please?

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Mr. Rook would like to see you right
away.

Is that supposed to turn me on or
something?

Ah, Miss Johnson.

Please have a seat, won't you?

I trust you are enjoying your stay with
us?

No, I'm not.

Why don't I just be up front with you,
okay?

All right.

I don't believe in Santa Claus or the
Tooth Fairy or miracles.

Are you saying you wish to withdraw from
Mr. Martin's fantasy?

That's right.

I want out.

Wait a minute.

Mr. Rourke has done things a lot harder
than make scars go away.

At least see what happens.

What have you got to lose?

The lotion in this bottle is derived
from a very rare plant

which grows only on Fantasy Island.

And that's going to take away my scars?

Only the ones on your face, Miss Jensen.

The ones inside can be removed only by
yourself.

Please, at least try it.

Apply it to the scarred area of your
face, Miss Jensen.

So what's supposed to happen now?

Look into the mirror, Miss Jensen.

See for yourself.

I can't believe it.

Go show Mr. Martin.

What the true Laura Jensen looks like.
After all, it's his fantasy.

Yes, I will.

Mr.

Rourke, you forgot to tell her that the
potion only lasts 24 hours. Oh, no, I

didn't forget, Julie.

Some dreams are best fulfilled without
knowing the limitations.

Especially this one.

These are the masterpiece that are
hanging in the Louvre in the

Ah, Mano, thank you. Put it down there.

But, uh...

You have not paid me for the last time.

Well, we'll soon correct that.

Now, what would you say to the painting
of your choice?

No, you can't do that.

Why not?

Because one day that's going to be your
most important painting.

Well, it already has. I have food to
last me two days.

But the painting's priceless.

No.

Only life is priceless.

Life and...

May I see the portrait now?

Be patient, my little one.

Now tell me, why is it so important for
you to see an unfinished portrait?

Do you think you're not going to like
it?

No, I know I'm going to like it.

I'm just curious, that's all.

You seem different somehow.

I am.

I think that a woman has to change
constantly to keep a man from losing

interest.

You think that of me?

After all we've known together?

Well, what have we known together?

The game continues, does it?

Wait. This is all just a little too
fast.

I mean, I hardly know you.

You know I could not go on without you.

Please don't say that. No, no, no. I
mean it.

You mean much more to me than my work.

Celeste!

You shame me.

I order you to come with me.

Perhaps you should return with your
father.

Did your seducer tell you that he
abandoned his wife and children in Paris

before coming here?

I know that. Look, please, you don't
understand.

You're quite right. I don't understand.

What about Andre?

You know he's returning today. What have
you planned to tell him?

Andre? I don't know.

I'll tell you what you're going to do.
You're going to keep your mouth shut.

This marriage to Andre has been arranged
for a long time.

Now it's a point of honor. You must
never know about this.

If you ever so much as look at my
daughter again, I'll have you exiled.

Look, you don't understand.

His work is so important. Now he must
stay in Tahiti and he must continue to

paint.

You call this child -establing
important?

This is important?

Not this.

It's all stupid nonsense.

Romance, folly.

Come on.

Oh, Ron, kid me.

But I know I'm not dreaming.

It's not a dream, Laura. It's very real.

It's been a long time since I've said
these two words, but... Thank you.

Bringing me here.

For making this happen.

Hey, come on. We're just getting
started.

Here we are.

I don't understand.

Mr. Rourke's suggestion.

He said you had a great deal of catching
up to do with mirrors.

For the first time in years, I can... I
can look in the mirror.

Ron, I'm so happy.

Well, you can thank Mr. Roark for that.

Yes, but you made it happen.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Oh, I guess because in my job, only once
in a while someone very special comes

along.

Someone who makes me feel like...

With a little bit of extra effort on my
part, we'll never have to go back behind

those walls.

I'd almost forgotten who I really was.

No, Laura, I didn't mean it that way.

You are a beautiful person, Laura.

I mean, this is only to show you the
truth.

That scar isn't you.

This is you.

Understand?

Best looking couple in the place.

Figures. Since we're the only couple.

My father used to say that a mirror
shows you your best friend or your worst

enemy.

And which one do you see?

A best friend.

You know, I think I'm starting to like
the new me.

I'm also starting to like...

Other things.

Just be happy.

You know, I think we missed lunch.

Come on.

I want you to put on your prettiest
dress.

And then, lovely lady, I am going to
take you out to dinner.

There is no question in my mind that
Andre is just a prestigious beauty.

Celeste.

It's been almost a year.

I hope that that was not a measure of
your joy in seeing your future husband

again.

A year is a long time, Andre.

So it would seem.

I'd like to speak to you.

Bye.

Will it be this way after we're married?

I don't love you, Andre.

I'm sorry.

I never asked for your love.

Love is what marriage is all about.

All of the arrangements have been made.

It will be a good marriage.

Our families will be united.

I can't do it, Andre.

You accepted my proposal before my
departure.

Nothing has changed.

Except... Perhaps another man.

No. No man would be that foolish.

Now we will go over and talk to our
guests so they can see our mutual joy

happiness.

Here comes Gauguin's mistress.

What are you doing here?

Well, I can only imagine that a man of
your taste would have selected a

bourgeois with more spirit for this
festive occasion. I want you to leave

immediately. You were not invited.

I'm not a man known to honor the
ritualistic facade of formality.

Chivalry dictated that I have a first
-hand look at my rival.

What are you, mad?

What are you trying to do, ruin her
life?

Now listen to me.

Celeste is more important than life to
me.

You...

I've

already threatened you with exile.

But if Andre ever finds out about your
affair with Celeste, make no mistake,

sir.

He'll kill you

Come

in

Oh, just put it over there.

Well, Miss Vallon, is your fantasy
progressing satisfactorily?

Mr. Rourke. Yes?

Tell me, have you discovered the
identity of the woman in the portrait?

Well, I don't know how it's possible.

But I think I have.

Really?

Since you've traced your family tree
back to the province in France where the

portrait was discovered, isn't it just
possible that you might closely resemble

a member of your family who lived
generations ago?

Well, I suppose that's the only
explanation there can be.

Yes.

Now I know what you meant when you said
I could alter destiny.

Paul had to finish the portrait or it
will never exist.

That's it, isn't it? Indeed.

And if that happens, neither will any of
his other paintings that followed.

But what about Andre?

He's like ice.

If he finds out the truth, Mr. Rourke,
he'll kill Paul.

What should I do?

That is the decision I said might
confront you, remember?

A decision you must make out of your own
heart and mind, Miss Vallone.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

It was all so wonderful at first.

But now... Mr. Rock?

But of course she is beautiful.

One moment, Lieutenant.

When my fiancé and I passed you today,
your face was an insult to her and to

Do you wish to explain now, or shall we
settle this matter as gentlemen, with

pistol?

I'm sorry, sir. I was drinking too much.

Your choice, Lieutenant.

Sir, it's just that there have been
rumors, gossip.

Unfounded, of course.

About Miss Chevelle and the paint to
Gauguin.

I apologize.

Ron.

Do you remember Marty? Marty Downs. Oh,
yeah.

Little creeper ran out on you when his
last little robbery fell through.

Laura, forget him. He's past history.

I just wanted you to know that we were
so much alike, Marty and I.

In so many ways.

Just a couple of losers hanging on to
each other so we wouldn't go under.

And he didn't mind my scar.

And he used your gratitude to his own
ends, didn't he?

Laura, I'm sorry.

It's just... Look, I can understand how
you must have felt.

But I didn't mind your scar either.

Never have.

I never really saw it.

It's not easy to explain.

What is it? Something wrong?

Laura, we shouldn't be doing this. I've
got no right.

Why not?

Because our relationship, it's
professional.

That's what this is all about.

Oh, wow.

When I jump to conclusions, I really
break records, don't I? You don't

understand. Laura, I've got to do what I
think is best for you.

Sure. Thanks a lot.

Hello, Laura.

Teddy, your door was open, so I just let
myself in.

You look good, baby.

Real.

Hey.

What is this, some kind of trick?

No, it's not a trick.

I can't explain it to you to make you
understand.

Unless you believe in miracles.

Sure, I believe in miracles. The Bible's
full of them.

So what is it now? You got religion?

And I'm supposed to turn around and just
walk right out of your life? Is that

what you're trying to say to me? All I'm
saying is just leave me alone.

I'll leave you alone. Laura with the
ugly face was good enough for Marty,

But now Laura with the beautiful face is
climbing up the ladder. Well, forget

it, sweetheart.

You can just forget it.

Marty, you're hurting me.

I've got to have time to think.

Just take it easy.

I'm going to leave you alone.

But first, I'm going to let you cool
off.

Back in the morning.

And you and I are going to leave here.

Together. You got it?

Sweet dreams, Angel.

I would think a man so concerned with
social opinion would knock before

a woman's boudoir.

My deepest apologies.

A year of battle has dulled my
appreciation of your delicacy.

It occurs to me that it must have been
boring for you during my rather

absence.

I've found things to do.

I was sure you would.

Teaching the simple village children how
to read, perhaps.

Yes.

To write.

To draw.

I'm surprised such a matter of interest
to you, Andre.

Oh, I am more than just interested, my
dear. After all, this island is so rich

in color, tradition, texture.

Surely you would want to teach the
children fundamental art.

I can't even draw a straight line.

Oh.

But what of painting?

A skill where one is not required to
draw a straight line.

In Paris, it is called Impressionism.

I didn't realize you were interested in
painting.

Oh, I didn't, and I never was.

Until recently.

I will speak to your father now.

You can't.

He went to the upside of the island on
business.

He won't be back until the morning.

I will be waiting for him when he
returns.

There may also come a time in your
fantasy when you will be faced with the

difficult decision.

One that could very well alter destiny.

You accepted my proposal before my
departure. Nothing has changed.

Except perhaps another man.

I've already fallen helplessly in love
with you.

How can I tell you I must leave you?

Up at the roosters, eh, Andre? There's
something important I must speak with

about.

Very well.

As a man of honor, you will tell me what
you know of Celeste and the Painter

Gauguin.

I suppose you had to find out sooner or
later.

Then it's true.

Captain? Captain?

Andre, listen, please.

First, I... I want you to know that I've
already given Gogan warning.

If he even speaks to Celeste, I will see
that he's on the first ship leaving

this island.

You sound like a doting father, sir. I
regret.

I cannot share your forgiveness.

After all, it is your fantasy which has
provided Miss Jensen with the equivalent

of a miracle.

Her outlook on life has completely
changed.

She has been freed from the influence of
Marty Downs.

Made to feel human, beautiful,
desirable.

Yes, she is all that. But don't you see,
I can't take advantage of her just

because she feels some sort of
gratitude.

Mr. Martin, Mr.

Martin, how little you truly understand,
don't you see?

Miss Jensen has placed years of
rejection behind her.

Opened herself to a new life.

To love.

To the one person she has any reason to
love.

Love, Mr. Rourke.

Yes.

And isn't it about time to admit to
yourself that you have been and are in

with Laura Jensen?

What are you saying? That I've done
this? Had this fantasy just to... Even

parole officers are human, Mr. Martin.

You do know how to open windows inside a
man, don't you?

If I have, look through them, Mr.
Martin.

See the truth.

You're right, of course. I never really
saw that scar.

I always saw the way she is now.

That inner beauty showing through.

That is love.

Isn't it?

Indeed.

Go tell her how you feel, Mr. Martin.

Go tell her.

Now.

Hiya, baby.

I knew you'd come around and see it my
way. It's just like old times, huh? Me

and you against the world.

Guess that's the best I'll get.

Hey, who the hell do you think you are?

You think this pretty face made you a
saint all of a sudden, now do you?

No, no.

You know, Marty, I guess you and I
deserve each other.

Yeah, right. Put it to music.

You listen to me.

Arrange for both to pick us up to take
us to another island.

Then we're going to catch a plane. That
is, if your watchdog doesn't find our

trail first.

We got an hour to kill.

You think you can keep me occupied for
one hour, huh, baby?

Sure.

See who it is.

Come on.

And don't get cute, Angel.

Laura, I have got to talk to you.

What's he doing here?

Hey, man, she begged me to come and get
her. She just begged me.

He's right, I did.

Why? What's the difference?

It's just the way things worked out,
that's all.

I'm sorry.

Laura, listen to me.

You can't do this to yourself. If you
leave here with him, there's nothing

I can do for you.

You win.

Paul, the portrait.

You must finish it at once.

It's finished.

It's finished.

Oh, thank God.

Don't you want to see it? Yes, of course
I want to see it.

Oh.

Sign it, please.

What's the matter?

Are you all right?

Andre came to see me last night.

This morning I saw him talking to my
father.

He knows about us, Paul.

Then we must leave here together.

Go back to France.

No, that's impossible.

Your art, your paintings.

You have to stay.

I know what has to be done.

I'm the one who has to do it.

Trust me.

Don't read this letter until after I'm
gone.

Just remember, I love you so much.

It's over, Miss Walloon.

Your fantasy has ended.

Oh, please, Mr. Rourke.

I can't let it end like this.

I don't even know what happened to him.

You do know he loved you very much.

And I loved him.

But to leave him like this so
abruptly... It seems so cold.

Couldn't I just touch him one more time?

He won't remember how you left.

Miss Vallone.

However, would it be enough to see what
happened?

What you meant to him?

Oh, yes, please.

Very well.

But please remember this. Neither Paul
nor anyone else will be able to see us.

Or know we are there. Do you understand?

All right. Will you come this way,
please?

Darling?

The last?

Where is she?

The evidence is in your own paint.

You are a dead man.

Andre!

You won't stop me now, sir. Look for
yourself.

I wanted to find them together. I wanted
her to see him die.

That painting proves only that he
painted her likeness. Use your senses,

Are you a liar as well as an adulterer?

Was Celeste here or not?

She was here.

Andre, put down that gun.

Along with my honor.

Honor is a hollow mockery when law and
authority are flaunted.

I tell you, put down that gun!

Dearest Paul, by the time you read this,
I'll be on my way to France.

I must find a life of my own apart from
all of you.

I know you'll continue with your
painting, and one day the world will

your genius.

History will never record that I was
ever on this island, and Andre will not

dishonored.

Tell my father that I love him.

Dear, gentle Paul, I shall always
cherish the memory.

with the fragment of borrowed time we
spent together.

Celeste.

It seems I've lost a daughter.

And I my happiness.

Take the painting, sir.

I'm sure she would want you to.

I will carry her image with me always.

Marty,

I'll make a deal with you.

You walk away.

Right now, I give you my word, I'll
never use any of this against you.

Just leave.

Alone.

Forget it.

Laura, he can't make you go with him.

I have to.

She's right, you know.

I'm a known criminal. She's already
busted her parole just being here. Don't

listen to him.

Laura, it's your choice, not his.

You shut up. You've got everything going
for you. Laura, you can make it now.

He's conning you, baby.

No, you know I'm not.

Laura, I've never lied to you about
anything, have I? Can't you see he's

you? Have I?

No.

Then listen real good.

Laura, I was wrong.

I had to get my head straightened out
about a few things, too.

That's why I came here now.

To tell you the bottom line.

Laura, I love you.

I always have.

It's all different.

That's it. We're going and you're going
with me. Come on.

Stop.

You are not taking Miss Jensen anywhere.

Not anymore.

Considering the number of warrants
demanding your arrest, I predict for you

exceedingly busy but very confined
future, Mr. Downs.

Take him.

Scar, it's come back.

Pass it, Julie.

In any case, what does it matter?

Mr. Martin doesn't see it.

He never will.

Miss Vallon?

I know this may sound like a foolish
question, but I have to ask it. Of

Was I really the woman in that portrait?

What do you think?

I don't know.

Thank you.

A very special present, Miss Vallon, for
you.

What is it?

The portrait of a very beautiful woman.

Yes? Oh, Mr. Rourke.

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

After all, I am only giving you
something that is rightfully yours.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Rourke. Thank you so
much. Thank you for such a beautiful

memory. Thank you.

Julie, thank you. Bye -bye.

Mr. Rourke, we both want to thank you
very much.

For a lot of things.

Learning to love and to trust.

And learning to like myself.

Ah, yes.

The ability to assess one's own value.
Not to oversell, no.

But also not to undersell one's own
potential for good, for beauty, and for

love.

I'll remember that always.

Thank you.

Miss Jansen. Goodbye, Mr. Rourke.
Goodbye, Mr. Martin. Julie. Bye -bye.

-bye.

Dr. Rourke. Yes?

The way she was wearing her hair, I
couldn't tell.

Does she still have the scar?

All you ever need to know, my dear
Julie, is that all beauty exists where?

In the eye of the beholder.

Precisely.