All language subtitles for Fantasy.Island.2021.S01E07.720p.WEB.x265-MiN

Good morning.

No. No, no, no.

Good morning. Mm-hmm.

That one.

Good morning.

Morning.

- Um, how are you?

- I'm good.
- Why are you acting weird?

- I'm not acting weird.

I simply want to make
sure that you're fine.

- Totally fine.
- After, you know...

I do know.

I want you to understand that...

Fantasies and... yeah, yeah.

- I got it the first time.
- Oh, okay.

You mind if I open the door now?

Please do.

I'm gonna be up there
at my greeting spot.

Okay.

Everything okay between you two?

Of course.

Just seemed a little awkward.

- Oh, look, our guest is here.
- Oh.

- There you go.
- Ooh!

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.

Just a little queasy.

Happens every time I fly.

- Hmm.
- Okay. That way?

- Right there.
- Okay.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Hi, Miss Marshall.

I'm your host, Elena Roarke,
and this is my associate Ruby.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I think I'm gonna throw up.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- Small sips.
- Thanks.

Sorry, it's just like
planes, trains, automobiles,

they all make me
feel kind of green.

I'm more of a horses, bicycles,

foot kind of person, you know?

Well, how about you take
a seat right on he...

- Oh.
- Oh, wow.

Oh, okay.

We actually have
rocks on the island.

You didn't need
to bring your own.

- Golly.
- I'm sorry. It's books.

Edith Wharton, Jane Austen.

R.S. Coldwater is my favorite.

I'm obsessed; I'm the girl
who's had her nose in a book

ever since elementary school.

I even managed to
make reading my job.

I'm a copy editor.

So tell me, Miss Marshall,

what can the island do for you?

I need to get a life.

And I need to get my
nose out of books.

And I've tried
before, but the world

is... it's so much.

And books are where I feel safe.

You don't feel safe
in the real world?

I feel out of step.

Like I don't really belong.

And I'm worried my whole life
is one big, "No, thank you."

And I want it to be a yes.

I...

So I guess that's my
fantasy, to have the courage

to say yes to real life,

whatever that is, not
just life in books.

Real life can be intimidating.

And getting lost in a good book,

I mean, shoot, there's
nothing better,

especially if it's
romance.

- You ever read R.S. Coldwater?
- Mm-mm.

Okay. Okay.

These are the Agnes novels.

That's book one of
three. Start there.

I got introduced to these
my freshman year of college.

And Agnes is the first woman
I ever fell in love with.

- Really?
- Yeah.

What was it about her?

She's independent and
strong and so smart.

She wears breeches
and men's shirts.

Just does whatever she wants.

Sounds like my kind of woman.

You'll need this.

Here you go.

Follow me, please.

Say yes, Miss Marshall.

Okay.

Your fantasy begins now.

Mm.

You look lost.

Can I help you?

Are you Agnes?

You must be a fan of
my husband's work.

I'm Rachel Coldwater.

You're Rachel Coldwater?

I'm... what? Wow!

Whoever you are,
you're very American.

- Sorry.
- Am I supposed to curtsy or...

Please.

Women keep their heads
held high around here.

- Oh.
- May I?

Good heavens. Reggie.

What is it, darling?

I was just getting
to the punch line.

This is your cousin Isabel.

She's come all the
way from New York.

- Your cousin?
- Yes, I mean that's right.

I am... I am your
cousin from New York.

Yes.

Why, you were three years
old last time I saw you.

Oh, this calls for a
fresh round of drinks.

Let me just get Winnie.

You know, I swear I
spend half of my time

trying to find the maid.

Just hold on.

How long can you
stay for, cousin?

I have no idea.

Do you also write,
Mrs. Coldwater?

Oh, yes. All the time.

Invitations to tea,
list for the market,

thank you notes for
invitations to tea.

Come.

Let me introduce
you to our friends.

- Brian Cole. Hmm.
- Right on time.

Finding the spot wasn't
exactly a challenge.

Elena Roarke, your host.

So tell me, Mr. Cole, what
can the island do for you?

Ah.

My fantasy is to experience
the ultimate physical

and mental challenge and
overcome it, hopefully.

- Hopefully?
- I'm an extreme survivalist.

The uncertainty is
part of the fun.

My wife never saw it that way.

Ex-wife. I just got divorced.

She thought I had an
unhealthy obsession.

I saw it as a normal
human drive to excel.

Why Fantasy Island?

There's tougher
terrain out there.

- It's all been conquered.
- Most of it by me.

I want to be tested in ways
I never have been before.

I like your
confidence, Mr. Cole.

- Give me your worst.
- I can take it.

Please hand over your gear.

- You want my boots?
- Unnecessary.

There's a machete a
little ways up the trail.

You'll have no other tools.

I'll see you on the other side.

All right.

Hey, whatever happens out there,

no help, no rescue.

No problem.

Reginald, Rachel, thank
you so much for having me.

This has been amazing.

Wait, you're both R. Coldwater.

Yes, well, we like to
match whenever possible.

That's why she wears
trousers, you know.

Just like Agnes.

Those novels changed my life.

All right.

Good night, wife.

Sleep well, dear cousin.

I'll see you in the morning.

Good night.

How?

What?

How did the Agnes
novels change your life?

Oh, well, they just showed
me who I really was,

and that love was so much more

than I could ever
possibly imagine.

Reginald will be very
pleased to hear that.

Oh.

But words on the page can't
compare to beating hearts

and warm breath

and the blood coursing
through one's veins.

This is your room, cousin.

I'm sorry. I...

I don't normally do
that kind of thing.

You never kissed a woman before?

I'm usually the... the
kissee, not the kisser.

I'm just trying new
things.

Well, you surprise me, Isabel.

And that doesn't
happen very often.

Have a restful sleep.

181, 182, 183.

Ooh.

Almost a record.

Who's out there?

Hello?

Two manuscripts?

Written in different hands?

What are you doing here, cousin?

I knew it! I knew it was you.

This is so cool!

You're R.S. Coldwater!

You don't know what you're
talking about, cousin.

Uh, the ink on your fingertips,

the duplicate manuscripts.

Reginald obviously
copies your work

and then takes all the credit.

I always knew that
the Agnes novels

could not have been
written by a man,

and I was right, wasn't I?

Rachel, you can trust me.

No one can learn about this.

But it's wrong for
Reggie to take credit.

He's not taking anything.

I gave it to him.

Ours is a marriage
of convenience.

I asked him to marry me.

I asked him to become
R.S. Coldwater.

It was the only way
that I could gain access

to London's best publisher.

- Walsh and Sons.
- You know them?

Just their Wikipedia page.

Then you know that
they don't publish

any female authors.

No reputable publisher does.

If Edmund Walsh
finds out about this,

Agnes will be pulled
from the shelves,

and we could lose our contract.

If you love my work
like you say you do,

then you must keep this quiet.

As you wish.

Thank you.

Whoever you are, I
just saved your life.

Drinking from that pond,
you can get dysentery.

Stand up.

Oh, my God.

What?

You're me.

So what are you writing?

Since you asked,
it's a love scene.

Oh, tell me.

Well, Agnes is
engaged to George.

But she's just met the
very dashing Mr. Hall.

In this scene,
Agnes and Mr. Hall

are walking through
a field, and...

They get caught in the rain.

- Yes. How did you know that?

Have you had your cheeky
little nose in my notebook?

You have, haven't you?

Well, did you like it?

I had to read it with one hand.

Oh.

And what were you doing
with the other hand?

Was it something like this?

It was more like this, actually.

Well, that's good to know.

Oh.

I should probably
put these in water.

Oh, my God. Hi!

Wait, you're here? I'm
not ready to leave yet.

- I'm just checking in.
- It's okay.

And I must say,
this time suits you.

You're practically glowing.

Well, I do feel at home here.

And I've been quite
the adventuress.

Do you know that Rachel
is R.S. Coldwater?

I hope she inspires you
to drive your own story

instead of living
inside another.

Well, she definitely
is inspiring.

I'm really living. But it
is kind of frightening.

Is it possible that you
need to say yes to the fear?

You need to put those in
water before they wilt.

Yes.

- Bye.
- Bye.

You know, you could
have found a better way

to introduce yourself.

You stole my machete.

Well, technically,
it's as much mine

as it is yours, since I'm you.

You sure I'm you?

Quite sure.

Could be worse.

- Gee, thanks.
- All right, listen, little me...

I'm average sized for my age.

Do you want to survive
this to make it back home?

Duh.

Are you always this unfriendly?

I don't like you. Never have.

- What? Why not?
- No, I'm pretty awesome.

Okay, I've got my reasons.

If we're gonna get out
of here, you need to do

everything exactly
as I tell you,

including letting
me concentrate.

That clear?

Look, I might be you,
but I'm not a moron.

Okay, okay, truce.

Look, if we're gonna do this,
can we try to get along?

I mean, we are
family, after all,

with, like,
everything in common.

Would you please stop talking?

- I'm growing on you.
- Oh, come on, admit it.

And get rid of that absurd
windbreaker, would you?

It's the exact
opposite of camouflage.

You know, I won that
doing the running man

in Northville Has
Talent '91, so.

Or don't you remember?

No, I don't.

- Ooh. Aces high.
- You now owe me 20.

- Nicely done, cousin.
- Mm-hmm.

Can't you think of something
else to do, Reggie?

She's going to go broke.

I've gone hunting.

And I've napped twice. What
else is there to do? Hmm?

Ah, there you are,
Mr. Coldwater.

Mrs. Coldwater.

- Mr. Walsh.
- What a delightful surprise.

It's all right, Winnie.

This is my brilliant publisher.

Mr. Walsh, I'm sorry that
I'm dressed so casually.

I've just been out riding.

- Ah. And who's this?
- Yes.

Let me introduce my cousin
Isabel from America.

Ah, Isabel, Edmund Walsh.

The foremost publisher
of Victorian literature.

- I'm well aware.
- Oh, aren't you charming?

- To what do we owe the visit?
- Business in Paris.

But I thought I'd stop by and
hand deliver your contract.

We have some things to discuss.

Ah. Well, we're much obliged.

And can you stay for dinner?

Oh, yes. I'd planned on it.

And I think I'll
spend the night too.

When do we eat?

All right, and I don't
mean lizards or roaches.

I mean something we
can put on a bun.

There's a great pizza place
just over the next ridge.

Ha, ha.

You know, one
thing I gotta know.

Did we ever go on a
date with Hope Emory?

Yeah.

That should have been the
first thing you told me.

Hey, way to go.

We even get married.

Yes! Oh, my God!

My... my head just exploded.

Well, we've definitely
gotta survive now.

- Don't get too excited.
- We're divorced.

You married our dream
woman and you blew it?

Well, I didn't
blow it, all right?

Relationships are complicated.

You think I don't know that?

We're the child of divorce.

Did you really expect a
goddess like Hope Emory

to just hang around while you...

You spent months off in
Borneo living off cockroaches?

All the things we wanted to do,

the future we dreamed of.

What happened to
me to become you?

- Get away from...
- Whoa.

- Whoa!

Dude! Dude, are you okay?

No. Not okay.

Hold on. I'm on my way.

- Oh, take your time.
- Not going anywhere.

Ouch. That can't feel good.

Roarke.

Where'd you come from?

Well, given the circumstances,

I hope that you'll
change your mind

about wanting to be rescued.

Why would I do that?

The possibility of
death comes to mind.

Now you're starting to
sound like my ex-wife.

So she's also concerned
about your death wish.

Why are you here, Brian?

Because being trapped
under this boulder

with no idea whether I'm gonna
manage to crawl out of here

is the purest state
of being there is.

Mm-hmm.

What, you don't believe me?

- I'm almost there.
- Hang on, buddy.

Maybe you'll discover
that some burdens

can turn out to be gifts.

I'm here.

- Thank you.
- I can serve Mr. Walsh.

Miss Marshall, will
you be visiting London?

I would be glad to show
you around our fair city.

Unless, of course, you have
a beau who would be offended.

Well, there is someone.

Tell me, Mr. Walsh,

do you know Charles Dickens?

Ugh, relentlessly
ambitious fellow

who doesn't sell as many books

as Mr. Coldwater's Agnes novels.

No.

However, I am afraid
the sales could plummet.

There are some nasty
rumors going around.

I find it best to
ignore idle gossip.

Don't you?

Some claim that you
are not the true author

of the Agnes books,
Mr. Coldwater.

A jealous rival, no doubt.

And there is speculation
that Mrs. Coldwater

is the true writer.

I can hardly write
a proper recipe.

- Far less a novel.
- Oh, hush.

You're very good with
your stitching, dear.

It's pure slander, sir.

Would you excuse me
for just one moment?

Tell me, Reggie,

what happens in the
third Agnes book?

Well, I've not
quite finished it.

Oh, yes, but you
must have some sense

of your characters
and their fate.

For example, does Agnes intend
to marry Gerald in book three?

Well, Walsh, you don't want
me to ruin the surprise.

Does she marry Gerald or not?

I believe you mean
George, not Gerald.

And no, Mr. Coldwater
has decided

that Agnes does not marry George

because she doesn't want
to be anyone's property.

Right?

- That's right.
- Thank you, Isabel.

And how would you know
that, Miss Marshall?

Well, it's all right here
in distinctly male hand.

Reggie has hired me
to be his proofreader.

You're far too generous
with your commas.

I'll do better.

Intellect as well as
beauty, Miss Marshall.

You're a revelation.

Forgive me for taking us
down this unpleasant path.

- Had to be done.
- Mm.

Winnie, I believe it's
time for some more wine.

You can do this.

Come on!

Yes! I did it.

Yeah.

- Oh.
- What?

It's... it's not like
I can see bone, but...

Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap.

I can see bone.

Sounds like a compound fracture,

which means I've got about six
hours before sepsis sets in.

Then it's fever,
gangrene, and death.

- No, no, no.
- I can't... I can't do this.

I cannot deal...

Hey, I'm depending on
you to survive this.

Big breath in. Slow breath out.

Brian, I'm you,
and I'm telling you

you're gonna get me out of here.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

No man left behind.

Why is the lady of the
house doing manual labor?

You know by now
that I am no lady.

I was just a criminal
destroying the evidence.

- Then I'm complicit.
- There's some ash here.

Thank you for your help
tonight with Walsh.

- It was fun.
- And you have to keep writing.

My books are where I
can truly be myself.

I feel free when I write.

Then we're a good pair

'cause I feel very
free when I read.

Wouldn't it be nice
if we could both

just feel free all the time?

When we met, you asked
me if I was Agnes.

The truth is, when
I write, I am.

- Liars!

You'll never publish
another word.

I'll see to it. You're through.

Mr. Walsh. You misheard...

Enough, Miss Coldwater.

I made it abundantly
clear that Walsh and Sons

is only interested
in works of prestige.

So if a book is written
by a woman, it's foolish,

but if it's written
by a man, it's genius?

I am rescinding your contract,

effective immediately.

- Please don't do this.
- I beg you.

Wait, you like brunettes,
don't you, Mr. Walsh?

I beg your pardon?

Martha Carrier, she's
a brunette, right?

- I have no idea who that is.
- She's your mistress.

You keep her in the slums
of St. Giles in an apartment

that's barely big enough
for her and the children

that you share together.

It would just be a real
shame if your wife found out,

and your readers.

You little bitch.

How could you
possibly know that?

Oh, 'cause I can see the future.

And this is what's gonna happen.

You are going to continue
to publish the genius works

of R.S. Coldwater, to
much wealth and acclaim,

and you're gonna do
right by your mistress

and dramatically improve
her living situation

by giving her a new apartment

and a salary of
two pounds a month.

Does that sound good?

- Five is more appropriate.
- Five pounds a month.

I will leave the signed
contract upstairs.

If you'll excuse me, I
have to pack my things.

It's lovely to see
you, Mr. Walsh.

Come again soon.

Ow, ow, ow.

No, I'm gonna figure
something out.

Until today, I thought
I had a handle on you.

Now I'm realizing, not so much.

Because I never thought
you were someone

who could face a
situation like this

without giving into the fear.

Yeah, me neither, to be honest.

Maybe this is, uh, weird, but...

I'm proud of you.

And by the way, you're right.

It was all my
fault, the divorce.

Of course Hope left.

She couldn't make
a life with someone

obsessed with proving himself
in all the wrong ways.

Maybe she should
have tried harder

to understand why you do that.

- You know what we need?
- Hmm?

A rock with a sharp
edge to use as a chisel.

Yeah, yeah.

I get you're feeling nostalgic,

but no running man
while I'm gone.

Oh, my Victorian swoon. Oh!

Did I get it?

- It's dazzling.
- Oh, my gosh.

I just started the
second Agnes novel.

Oh, Elena, these books,

I mean, really, you
should read them.

I don't have time
to read, sadly.

Well, I gotta admit, I
am so jealous of Isabel.

I would love to be gallivanting

around the countryside
with women in trousers.

You can galivant here, you know,

with whomever you
want to galivant.

I know. Someday.

Thanks to women like
Rachel Coldwater.

Yes.

Well, I am off to Agnes.

Expect to see a "Do Not
Disturb" sign on my door.

Not a problem.

Okay. Hmm.

Ahh!

When do they invent
the hair tie?

I've made a knot of my hair.

Can I help you?

- You see, it's... oh.
- There you go.

- Now, tell me.

How did you know

all of those things about Walsh?

If I told you, you
would not believe me.

Well, you were magnificent.

You are magnificent.

I was terrified.

I couldn't let him silence you.

- Your breathing is lively.
- Is it?

These corsets are very tight.

- I'll loosen it for you.
- Yes.

- Sorry.
- I have to get some slack.

Is that better?

Yes.

Yes.

Do you ever think you were
born in the wrong time?

- Not when I'm with you.
- Hmm.

Our hopes for the future,

I wish I could be
alive to experience it.

What about you?

Sometimes.

But not today.

I have to go.

I need to get back to my room

before Winnie comes
home from chapel.

What am I gonna do with you?

Whatever you want.

Saying yes, are you?

- Oh, my God.
- How do you do that?

I hope you remember
this feeling later

when you go back home.

How can I ever
forget this feeling?

Look...

Rachel doesn't belong here.

I think she needs to
come back with me.

She deserves to live in a place

where she doesn't have to hide.

So you want to bring
Rachel Coldwater

back with you to the present?

Uh, yeah.

And you're asking this

because it's in
Rachel's best interest,

not because you're
in love with her

and you don't want
to say goodbye?

Okay, hear me out.

You, this place, Rachel,

you're just all giving me
the courage to really live.

And I just want to
keep doing that.

With her.

And I think that she
wants the same thing too.

So what do you say?

One sec.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm just getting to the
end of this chapter.

Oh!

Okay. What's going on?

I have a job for you.

Ooh.

No. Not good.

Ugh. It tastes of sulfur.

Sorry.

I'll go find another stream.

You know, I... I
just don't get it.

What are we even doing out here?

Why would you put yourself
in situations like this

over and over?

I would never do this.

So why do you?

- You want to know?
- I'll tell you.

You're in ninth grade, right?

- Yeah. Two months in.
- Right.

So not long from now, a
week after Thanksgiving,

you'll be walking home,
minding your own business.

Randy Boyle...

What, the dickweed who's made

my life a misery since
elementary school?

Yeah, he and his buddies
pull you off the street,

put you in the trunk of his car.

Seriously?

And that's the fun part.

They drive you out to
the Adirondack preserve,

in the middle of nowhere,

take your coat, sneakers, socks.

In December?

They think it's hilarious.

You just wander around
aimlessly for a while.

But by morning,
you're hypothermic.

But I find my way out?

No, you get lucky.

A hiker spots you eventually.

But what's worse, when I was
dying out there in those woods,

is the humiliation you feel

when everyone looks at
you and just whispers.

Oh, man.

This is gonna be so bad.

I swore to myself I'd
never be that weak again.

That's why you hate me.

Because I'm weak.

No.

See, that's the point.

You're not weak.

I am.

I thought I got over it.

You know, put it behind me,
but I never did the work.

I just buried it.

Kept trying to prove to
myself that I wasn't you.

And that throws Hope away.

Damn.

I never admitted that to anyone.

And you know what?

There's nothing wrong with you.

You were just a kid, doing
the best you could, surviving.

I'm sorry I was so hard on you.

Oh. No, no.

It's okay, dude.

I'm sorry.

- We're gonna be fine.
- We're gonna be fine.

I promise. We're gonna be fine.

I'm having to return to London

- in a couple of weeks.
- Mm-hmm.

I would love you
to come with me.

- Hmm.
- What, is something wrong?

Do you have to
return to America?

It's complicated,
but no, I can't stay.

When I first met you,

I thought that my
life was complete.

But now...

Now I can see that
I wasn't living.

I feel the same way.

Wait, why don't
you come with me?

Isabel Marshall, there you are.

Ruby, what a surprise!

Uh, Ruby is...

- Oh, I'm a friend of Isabel's.
- Hi.

I'm delivering a speech at
an abolitionist conference

in Vienna in a couple of days.

So I hope you don't
mind me barging in.

- Of course not.
- You must stay for dinner.

I will tell Reggie that
we've got one more guest.

Excuse me.

Roarke said no, didn't she?

Not exactly.

You know, I am so
grateful for you

for introducing me
to the Agnes novels.

So many generations
paved the way

so that you and I can be
whoever we want to be.

You know, because they
were brave, we can be too.

You mean women like Rachel?

And if she's not here
to pave the way...

Then there won't be a road.

Well, less of one,
that's for sure.

So Rachel has to stay

because her voice needs
to be heard here and now.

I'm so sorry.

Do you want to
say goodbye first?

No.

I don't think that I can.

Let's just go.

Welcome back, Miss Marshall.

You survived, Mr. Cole.

Ahead of schedule, no less.

I feel like I just
relived a lifetime.

I hope you felt it was
a gift, not a burden.

- Oh, it was a huge gift.
- Thank you.

I'm gonna go home and see
if I can win her back.

- Ah. Fingers crossed.

Oh! Okay.

That is for reintroducing
me to someone

I'd never given a chance.

Now we are friends
and living together.

And that's all because of you.

Moments like this, Mr. Cole,

are the reason I do what I do.

Plane leaves in 15.

Yeah.

Guess we won't have a
storybook ending this time.

Isabel learned to say yes.

That's what she was
here to do. Hmm?

- I know, it just...

Doesn't feel right,
though, does it?

You know, I finished
the last Agnes novel.

- How does it end?
- Hmm. With a surprise twist.

After suddenly
disappearing from her life,

Agnes's lover returns
to be with her forever.

Agnes knew their time together
was drawing to a close.

There was a chill in
the morning air now,

and the peonies had dropped
their last blossoms.

They said goodbye.

Miss Marshall, it's time

for the next chapter
of your story.

I was just remembering...

A woman like Agnes,

perhaps she was not deserving
of long-lasting love.

You know, every guest should
leave Fantasy Island reborn,

ready to live their
best true life.

And I know that you
found your best life.

Yeah.

And it's not New York.

Wait, what are you saying?

Well, you can walk
with me to the plane,

and you'll never
see Rachel again,

or you can walk
through that door,

and you'll become a
part of history forever.

I can go back?

If you say yes.

- Take your time.
- I know it's a big...

Yes, Roarke, yes!

Well, then, whenever
you're ready.

Go.

- Like...
- Go.

Agnes accepted her fate.

She resigned
herself to solitude.

Yes.

And then, from a distance,
she heard her name.

Rachel!

Once again, the flowers bloomed.

Only this time, it would
be an endless summer.

I knew you were a romantic.

Okay, sometimes.

- Uh-huh.

Yes, yes. Yes.