All language subtitles for Fantasy Island S01E04 Family Reunion Voodoo

The plane! The plane!

Tattoo. Tattoo, you don't
even have your coat on yet?

It's not my fault, boss.
The plane is an hour early.

Early? It's right on
time as it always is.

On time? That's impossible.

My watch. Yes, Tattoo?

- It's not ticking anymore.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You're sorry? You're sorry? You
know how much that watch cost me?

Well, evidently a great
deal more than it's worth.

Now come along. We
wouldn't want to be late.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

We want our guests
to feel welcome.

Ann and her brother, Tony.

Just look at the
excitement in their eyes.

And that's their
parents, right, boss?

Uh, half right, Tattoo.

Ann and Tony's
parents are divorced.

That is their mother,
Evelynee Kellino.

And the gentleman with her
is her fiancé, Carlyle Cranston.

I understand he's quite
respected in Boston banking circles.

And a Boston banker can surely
afford a full price for his fantasy.

Of course, Tattoo,

if the fantasy they were
to be involved in were his.

No, Tattoo, this fantasy is very
special and very inexpensive.

As a matter of fact,
it cost exactly... $51.

Fifty-one dollars?

Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Shane.

Are they paying
for their fantasy?

Oh, most assuredly, Tattoo. The
full price you'll be happy to know.

Mr. Shane is a very
famous attorney,

with one deeply
troubling problem.

Miss Jane Howell.

Is she Mr. Shane's problem?

Yes.

You see, when Miss Howell
was about 13 years old,

she suffered amnesia.
Is that her husband?

Bill Jordan is Miss
Howell's fiancé.

They plan to be
married next month.

And Mr. Shane want us to find
out who Miss Howell really is?

Oh, very much so, Tattoo.

She might be the
long-missing daughter...

of a rich rubber plantation
owner named Jonathan Connors.

And if she is, what
happens then?

Then Mr. Shane will
give Miss Howell...

the sum of $30 million.

Dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

- Children.
- Hi, Mr. Roarke.

Are you enjoying the
food? Yes, sir. It's terrific.

You seem to have
a way with children.

I'll be anxious to see the survival
camp you've built for their stay.

Oh, I'm sure you'll find it quite,
uh, intriguing, Mr. Cranston.

But he doesn't have
to see it, does he?

I thought only the parents
had to approve the camp.

Oh, but I'm sure your mother
has come to rely quite a bit...

on Mr. Cranston's
judgment, sweetheart.

Yes, of course. I wouldn't
dream of leaving you both there,

unless Uncle Carlyle and I
both approve of the facility.

Something wrong, Ann?

No. No, of course not.

Oh, uh, by the way, where are
the other campers and their parents?

Yes, we seem to be
the only ones here.

- Ah, the rest of your party.
- The rest?

Annie McGranny! Tony Baloney!

Hey, Dad! Harry.

Daddy!

What on earth is Harry
doing here? With his fiancée.

It is my policy that both
parents must examine...

and approve the camping
facilities before the session begins.

I'm sorry if you
weren't informed.

It's really too bad the original

Connors plantation house
was destroyed by fire.

It would have been best to take Jane back
there to the island where she grew up...

to awaken her memory.

But since that was not possible,
we have re-created it here.

Amazing.

It's exactly like
Connors's old place.

I think you'll find more
than just the house...

has been re-created here.

- Bill, those drums.
- You must be mad.

You didn't bring them
here too, did you?

What are they? What
are you talking about?

They're voodoo drums.

Voodoo? Oh, come on.

We're not going back to the
Stone Age, are we? Close enough.

Connors's family exploited the natives
on their island for five generations.

Voodoo was the only thing
they could fight back with.

And you take that
hocus-pocus seriously?

Connors did.

He lived the last few years
of his life in absolute terror.

There was a high voodoo
priest, a juju man named Jamu,

who ordered the plantation house
burned down after Connors's death.

And you brought this
voodoo priest here now?

Well, if Jane is to have
a true test of her memory,

it is important that as many things be
the same as they were all those years ago.

Even... the fear that
permeated the land.

Huh. This is crazy.

Come on. Come on, honey.
We're getting out of here.

You're all free to return to
the main house if you wish.

But if you do, I promise you...

the secret of Jane's past
will be locked here forever.

Bill, I wanna stay.
Yeah, but voodoo, honey.

I mean, who knows what these people might
do if they think you're Connors's daughter.

Mr. Jordan is
right, Miss Howell.

If you choose to stay, I will not
discount the possible danger to yourself.

I understand.

Bill, please, you must
understand. I have to stay.

I have to find out if I'm
the little girl that lived here.

Then may I wish you all
a very pleasant weekend.

Oh, uh, the Jeeps will return
for you Monday morning.

Excuse me.

Well, at least they've stopped.

Well, we might
as well go inside.

Anything, honey? Hmm?

Do you remember anything at all?

I don't know. I think so, but...

Who's that?

It's Mama La.

Where did Mr. Roarke find her?

You've been searching
for Mama La for years.

I'm beginning to think
that Mr. Roarke has

a way of doing things
the rest of us don't.

Mama La? The nanny that
raised the Connors's girl?

I bet my life on it.

Hey, what are
you... It's all right.

- How you get that scar?
- I don't know.

Jane doesn't remember
anything before the age of 13.

Does that scar mean
something to you, Mama La?

Well?

I have work to do.

Well, these are the camp
facilities for the children.

Does anyone wish to
inspect the premises further?

Is this some kind of joke?

Mom, look, isn't it something?

It's just like our old cabin, the one we
used to rent every summer by the lake.

Oh, don't be silly, darling.

Our old cabin
was quite different.

Remember, there was
an old swing hanging from

the tree, a rain
barrel near the porch...

and the place was just
hopping with frogs. Like this one?

Well, it... it can't
be the same,

but it... does seem...

Oh, we had such
good times there.

Remember, nobody
wanted my paintings.

Not even for target practice.

But we always managed
to scrape up enough...

to rent that broken-down,
wonderful old cabin.

Yes. Well, I'm sure it
was very nice... then.

Yes, well, I think we'd better look
the place over and leave quickly.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

Mr. Roarke, how'd you do
it? It's our cabin. It really is.

Yeah, Mom and Dad
always loved being here.

Yes, I know. Perhaps
they will again.

But whatever happens, the matter
now rests entirely in your hands.

Our hands? Yes.

We didn't think we'd have to...

Would have to what, Ann?

Well...

I could be wrong, Mr. Roarke,
but I'm getting the distinct feeling...

that some sort of
explanation is in order.

It is indeed, Mr. Cranston.

The truth is I'm afraid you've all been
brought here under false pretenses.

I knew there was
something strange about a

children's camp that
required parents to visit.

I mean, real camps are so
parents can get rid of kids.

Really? Well, as you
know, this is Fantasy Island,

a place where people come
to realize their secret wishes.

You are here because
the children, Ann and Tony,

have a fantasy
they wish fulfilled.

The children?

Just exactly what is
their fantasy, Mr. Roarke?

Oh, it's a very common
one, Mr. Kellino.

One shared by many
children all over the world.

They want to see their mothers and
fathers in love with each other again,

like they were when the
family was whole and happy.

You mean, there
is no survival camp?

On the contrary, Miss
Arnold, you're in it.

And it's all of you who must
survive with one another...

until we return for
you after the weekend.

Will you excuse me?

N-Now wait a minute.

Now, now, wait, wait.
Just wait a minute.

Where are you going?
You can't just leave us here.

Oh, I assure you I can, Mr. Cranston.
Uh, you'll find everything you need.

There is a change
of clothes in the cabin.

And in the woods and the lake,
all the food you could hope to eat.

But this is absurd.
This is incredible.

Indeed. This is Fantasy Island.

Now, Ann Kellino, you
have some explaining to do.

♪♪

♪♪

Jane?

Honey, it's me. Is anything...

Um...

All right. It's okay, honey.

All right, stay still.

Easy.

All right. It's
gonna be all right.

Easy. Watch your hand.

Watch it. Watch it.

Oh, Bill! It's all
right. It's okay.

Take it easy. Take it easy. I'm
here. Nothing's gonna hurt you.

♪♪

Whoa, boy, I've forgotten how
cold it gets in the woods at night.

I think we all better spend the night
here in the cabin where we have a fire.

Remember when it snowed at
the lake, and it wasn't even winter.

Oh, that was years ago. It's over
and done with. You shouldn't...

Oh, I'm sorry, Ann.

It's... It's been
a difficult day.

Well, I for one
am ready for bed.

The sooner I'm asleep and
unconscious, the better I'll like it here.

Grace, you've taken the
words right out of my mouth.

Now, as to the sleeping arrangements,
I've given that some thought.

I thought you might.

Tony and you and I will sleep
in the bedroom, which is colder.

And Ann and Grace and
Evelynee will sleep by the fire.

Now, if that's
agreeable, naturally.

That's terrific, Carlyle. Let's go
get the cots from the bedroom,

bring them by the
fire. Yes, I'll help.

If Mom and Dad don't get
together soon, they never will.

Yeah. But what
can we do about it?

I don't know. But
one thing's for sure.

Uncle Carlyle's sleeping
arrangements aren't helping matters.

♪♪

♪♪

Mama La, what are
you doing? Just cold.

Make sure blanket on.

I heard noises. I was singing.

Sing Haitian lullaby like
when Marian was young.

Well, I think she's
sleeping now.

You better go and get
some sleep yourself.

Hurry up, Grace.
The light's just right.

I don't know. Maybe
we were wrong.

Maybe Mom and Dad are happier
with Grace and what's-his-name.

You know that
isn't true. It can't be.

At least they don't
argue anymore.

Yeah, but they
don't laugh either.

There's just gotta be a way
to get Dad and Mom alone.

You mean without Grace and
what's-his-name. No, I mean alone, alone.

Just the two of them
out in the wilderness,

where they spent their honeymoon,
where we spent all those happy vacations.

How come they have to
be alone? I mean, what

can they do alone
they can't do with us?

Are you sure you're 13?

- That's it.
- That's what?

The barn. A place
where they can be alone.

A place where maybe they can remember
what it was like just being people.

- You really think it'll work?
- It's gotta work.

If I could just figure out how.

Well, I still don't understand
why they have to be alone.

Don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll
all make sense in a couple of years.

Come on.

Good day, Miss Hogan.

Miss Hogan? Miss Hogan.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, I'm so
sorry. I just didn't see you.

I'm afraid I'm in such a dither.

Oh, nothing wrong I hope. Wrong?

What possibly could be wrong
when you have given me...

the most perfect fantasy
a girl could ever have.

If it was so perfect, why
are you in such a dither?

Why? But how can I not be?

I mean, how can a girl choose between
Robert Redford and Burt Reynolds?

- Are they both here?
- Well, it's your fantasy,
Miss Hogan.

I'm afraid you'll just have to
solve your dilemma on your own.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, I was
hoping you'd say that.

Well, I guess me and the
boys will just have to keep trying.

Boss, how do you do it?

How indeed.

I only wish I had his stamina.

That juju man is something else.

Juju man very powerful.

Yes, we know, Mama La.
Juju man make strong medicine.

Bill, stop it. Mama La believes in
that. Please don't make fun of her.

All right, I'm
sorry. I guess it's...

Well, I think his being out
there is just getting on my nerves.

I know. Why does he hate me so?

- He's afraid of you.
- But why?

I would never hurt him.
I don't even know him.

Jamu and his followers are
afraid you will go back to the island.

Then it will be as it was
when your father was alive.

All will belong to you. But
there's no more plantation.

Jane wouldn't rebuild the plantation
anyway. What's he got to be afraid of?

You ask? I tell.

Well, I don't believe it. There
must be some way to talk to him...

or some way to explain. ♪♪

- How you know that?
- I just know it.

Why? What's so
special about that tune?

That Haitian song. I teach
my baby when she was young.

I must say I admire
your persistency, Tattoo.

You've been working on that
watch almost two days now.

I am going to write a
letter to Ralph Nader.

He should make them
send me a new one.

I hope I'm not disturbing you, but,
um, you did attend to the details...

of the children's fantasy
as I requested, did you not?

Of course, of course. Don't I
always take care of details?

But it does not mean
it's going to work.

May I?

Thank you.

Patience, Tattoo.

May I?

Thank you.

You must learn
the art of patience.

And also,

once you've set the
proper elements in motion,

anything is possible.

It's ticking. Indeed.

But I am curious. Do
you really have doubts...

that we can deliver
Ann and Tony's fantasy?

I'm afraid, boss, that their fantasy
is not as easy as fixing a watch.

I feel sorry for the kids. Why?

Well, I've done
everything you asked.

But for your plan to
work, it will have to rain.

Oh, yes, Tattoo, yes.
I'm well aware of that fact.

But it has not rained on
Fantasy Island in nine years.

I believe it's been nine
and a half years to be exact.

Hey. Darling, what is it?

It's Tony, Mom. He's real upset.

He ran out of the boys' room
crying and went out to the barn.

But what's he upset about?
You and Dad, Mom. What else?

And he's all alone out there.
You know he's afraid of the dark.

Okay. Don't worry.
I'll take care of it.

Dad, it's Annie. She went out
to the barn. Good night, Son.

She says she never wants
to see you again. Not ever.

She doesn't mean that. Yes,
she does. She's really upset.

Well, I'll go talk to her.

Where'd you say
she was? In the barn.

Good night.

You go back to bed.

Annie? Annie McGranny.

Come on, Ann, darling.

You're too old to be doing...

So are we.

Evvie, what are you doing...

The children.

Annie, Tony, come on! Ann! Tony!

Hey, you guys, open that
up. Open this door right away.

Come on. Oh!

Well, there must be
another way out of this place.

Not if I know your
two children there isn't.

Boy, wait till I get my
hands on them tomorrow.

Tomorrow? I'm not spending the
entire night locked in here with you.

What's the matter?
You think Mr. Cranston

is liable to misread
our little tête-à-tête?

Well, you must admit it would be a pretty
good case of circumstantial evidence...

if we spent the whole
night together in here.

I mean, even for him. What
are you trying to tell me?

That he's not one of the
brightest legal lights aglow?

I can't imagine your little flower of
Dixie would be too pleased herself.

Evvie.

How did we ever pick
ourselves two such winners?

Well, I don't know. Maybe we were
trying to escape from each other.

Hey, I think I've got it.

Oh, wonderful. We're gonna
saw our way out with this.

Well, no, not exactly. But I thought if
we could stick this blade through the door,

then we might be
able to lift the bar up.

Hey, I think you've got
something. Gimme that thing.

Hey, I think this might work.

Here, let me give you a
hand. Oh, I think it's coming.

I think this is it. I've
got it. I got it. That's it.

Oh! Just keep calm,
Evvie. Keep calm.

Go for the loft. Keep
calm. Go for the loft.

Come on. He's coming this way.

Oh!

Push the ladder
down. Push the ladder.

He's... He's going to sleep.

Do you believe this?

No. And I know a couple of people
who ain't gonna believe it either.

Well, Tattoo, what do
you think? Will it work out?

I sure hope so.

Do you have any idea how much
it costs to rent a bear these days?

You do have a cash
register for a heart.

Tattoo! How shameful!

♪♪

I think I found it,
everybody. I think I found it.

What? A way of proving
you're who you think you are.

I was going through some old
papers of mine relating to the estate.

And I suddenly remembered something
as I was reading through an old ledger...

I had made up for Connors.

I'd flown down
to the plantation...

to bring him some documents he had to
sign, and he told me about the girl's dog.

It had died the day before. He said
the dog was very special to his daughter.

And she'd insisted
on burying it alone.

So, they had a casket made. Then
she took it, and, uh, she buried it.

So? Well, don't you see?

It's something only Connors's
daughter would have known.

Nobody else saw her bury it.

Do you remember any of this?

Yeah. My baby buried dog alone.

Jane?

I don't remember.

It's okay, honey. I mean,
if it's true, it'll come to you.

But if it isn't, hey,
it's you and me, babe.

Say, maybe that crazy
Jamu can help you.

- No.
- He could help, couldn't he?

Yeah, but he wants you dead.

You'll have to talk
to him, Mama La.

You'll have to tell Jamu
that I don't wanna hurt him.

That if I am Jonathan
Connors's daughter,

that I'll give the island
back to him and his people.

Wait. This is
absolutely not possible.

This isn't the same island.

So how could the dog be
buried here? It's possible.

What? You too?

I don't know. I don't know anything
anymore, except that Mr. Roarke...

seems capable
of almost anything.

Now, he said that
everything will be the same.

I still say it's impossible.

Well, there's one
sure way of finding out.

Bill, if Jamu can make me
remember where I buried the dog,

then I am Marian Connors.

If I'm not, who cares?
At least I'll know the truth.

Mama La, I've got to know.

Please, don't make me do it.

Mama La, if Jamu can
do it, you have to help me.

Do as she says, Mama La.

I will speak to Jamu.

♪♪

Come. Hey, I don't like this.

Let's go back, Douglas,
now, before it's too late.

Already too late. Come.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Pepe.

Pepe.

Pepe was the name of her dog.

♪♪

Where's she going?
What'd he do to her?

Jane?

Honey? You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?

Nothing. Just some
superstitious mumbo jumbo.

No, she knows now.

I remember.

I buried my dog there.

Are you sure?

Well, there's one
way to find out.

All right. Here goes.

♪♪

I just hit something.

I Did it! I did it! I did it!

That's... That's the casket
that my daddy made for my dog!

I-I am Jonathan Connors's
daughter. Thank God we found you.

Oh, we're happy for you.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you. I think...

I think this calls
for a celebration.

You got any champagne
in the house, Mama La?

I wonder if you might
postpone that for a while.

Mr. Roarke, I'm satisfied
that she is indeed...

Jonathan's daughter,
Marian Connors.

- So it will appear.
- What do you mean by that?

Nothing, it's just
a figure of speech.

Mama La, would you mind
seeing to my guests for a bit?

I'd like a word
with Jane, alone.

Well, what do you want with her?
Please, Mr. Jordan, indulge me.

It is extremely
important... to all of you.

Well, then we'll go
inside. Is that all right?

That will be just fine.
I won't be long. Jane.

Mr. Roarke, where are we
going? Patience, Miss Howell.

What do they want?

Harry!

Oh, Carlyle. Well, I can't find
Evelynee. I don't know where she is.

And Harry's gone
with her evidently.

Well, what in the world
is going on around here?

Do you two know
anything about this?

Hey, I bet you guys
wondered where we were.

To put it mildly, yes.

Well, we were, uh,
lured into the barn.

And, um, we had to spend the night
in the hayloft because of the bear.

The bear? Yeah.
Big son of a gun.

About 800 pounds of cheap fur coat.
Anyway, he chased us up into the loft.

And well, we had to throw the ladder down
so he couldn't get up after us, you see?

This morning he was gone, so we
jumped down on some bales of hay,

and here we are. Here we are.

It's the truth.

Oh, sure, Harry. I wanna know what
happened between you two last night.

Maybe I shouldn't ask.

Well, for one thing,
we talked a lot.

And for another?

I think I know the
answer to that question.

And I also think, Grace, that you
and I are not wanted here anymore.

Carlyle, I'm sorry.

Grace, I-I don't
know what to say.

Good-bye would do nicely.

Does this mean
what I think it does?

Well, it means your mom and
I are gonna give it another try.

Great. Only this time,
don't louse it up, please.

This time I don't think we will.

And we have you two guys to
thank for getting us together again.

It only took six months
of our allowance.

Yeah, but it was worth all of our
allowances for the rest of our lives.

Yeah.

Where do you think
Roarke took her?

Stop worrying, Bill.
She's in good hands.

I know. I know
that. It's just that...

What happened?
Are you all right?

They... They stopped
me on the road.

I tried to fight
them off, but...

Who? Who stopped you?

Jamu's followers.

I miscalculated terribly.

Jane...

Jane. Where is she?
What's happened to her?

They killed her.

Oh! Oh, my God.

Are you sure? I'm sure.

I saw them do it.

I tried to protect her,

but I was lucky to
escape with my own life.

Are you badly hurt?

If I could have some
brandy, please. Brandy.

You dumb... You dumb old woman.

You and that voodoo. I
told you not to use them.

- What are you talking about?
- They've killed her.

What? Jane is dead.

Those voodoo people
took her away and killed her!

After all that work.

Months of programming her.

So she knew
about the plantation.

She knew about her childhood.

And we succeeded.

We made it. She believed it all.

She never suspected that she
wasn't who we told her she was.

And then you get involved
with those voodoo people.

You blew it! We're gonna
wind up with nothing!

- She can't be dead.
- Well, believe me, she's dead.

Roarke just told us. Roarke?

Yes, Roarke.

Yes, it was a trick.

A terrible, dirty trick.

Just like you played on Jane.

She is Mr. Connors's
daughter. The scar, the lullaby.

Stop it, Mama La.

Mr. Roarke explained
everything to me,

about how Bill programmed
me into remembering things.

And how you continued it,

by singing me to sleep at night.

How could you do that to me?

For the money, Jane.

That's all either of
them ever cared about.

I loved you, Bill.

I...

I wanna thank you,
Mr. Roarke. Me too.

Believe me, it was my
pleasure to serve you.

And we want you to know it was
worth every penny of that $51. Yeah.

I'm glad to hear that.

At least they are
satisfied customers.

Maybe they'll come back again.

Only next time, not
at children's prices.

Mr. Roarke, I don't know what to say, but
this weekend has been an awakening for me.

- No regrets?
- No.

I'll get over Bill.
It'll take a while.

But I'm glad that I found out about him
now instead of after we were married.

But the $30 million, you
must be disappointed.

No, I never really
wanted it anyway.

All I wanted was
to find out who I am.

I'm sorry we couldn't have
helped you more in that direction.

Oh, but you did, in a way.
See, now I know who I'm not.

And that's more than a lot of
people can say about themselves.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.
Thank you for everything.

Oh, it was our pleasure.

The, uh... Yes, Mr. Shane?

The things that the,
uh, voodoo man did,

those happenings, they
were all tricks, weren't they?

Were they?

But voodoo? That's impossible.

Who knows, Mr. Shane?

This is Fantasy Island, and
here anything is possible.

Yeah.