All language subtitles for Fantasy Island S01E08 Superstar Salem

The plane! The plane!

[ Giggling ]

Hi, boss.
Hi.

How do you like
my new camera?

Oh, handsome, Tattoo.
Very handsome.

- It's my new hobby.
- Oh, that's nice.

There is a great deal
of scenic beauty to be
photographed on Fantasy Island.

I'm not into scenery, boss.
I'm mostly into people.
That's where it's at.

Hold that smile.
[ Shutter Clicking ]

Your picture
will be ready Thursday.
Come see me.

Uh, how much do you charge
for your, uh, photographic
services, Tattoo?

Charge?

Boss, why do you always
have to be so mercenary?

[ Giggling ]

Smiles, everyone.
Smiles!

[ Girls Giggling ]
[ Clears Throat ]

[ Roarke ]
Mr. Richard Delaney
and his wife, Dora.

They look nice.
Why are they here?

Uh, Mrs. Delaney believes
it's for a second honeymoon.

But there is more?
Oh, there is indeed,
Tattoo.

Mr. Delaney has a much
more ambitious secret fantasy
he wants to accomplish.

Let me guess.
All right.

It's got something to do
with beautiful women, right?

It so happens
Mr. Delaney's a baseball fan.

And his fantasy is one
shared by millions of others.

[ Roarke ]
He wants to play
on a major league team.

For one brief,
shining moment,

Mr. Richard Delaney
of Chicago, Illinois, wants
to be a baseball superstar.

Superstar? He does not look
strong enough to be a batboy.

[ Roarke ]
Martha and Walter Tate.

The Tates are disenchanted
with today's permissive society.

Their fantasy is one shared
by a lot of people.

They want to
find a place where
morality has not broken down.

And the good old-fashioned
American values still prevail.

That's not gonna be easy.

Nor, I'm afraid,
will it be quite...

what Mr. and Mrs. Tate expect.

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

Welcome
to Fantasy Island.

Honey, would you
excuse me for a second?

I'll be right back.
Sure.

Oh, Mr. Roarke?
Mr. Roarke?
Oh, yes.

Uh, listen,
I know you're very busy.
I-I don't mean to interrupt.

Mr. Delaney, you're not
interrupting at all.

You want to know
when your fantasy
is going to begin, right?

Um, Tommy?
Tommy, would you come here
for a moment, please?

That's Tommy Lasorda,
the manager of
the Los Angeles Dodgers.

It is indeed. He's here with
a group of All-Stars, getting
ready for a goodwill tour.

Uh, Tommy, this is
the, uh, pitching prospect
I've been telling you about.

Oh, sure. Delano.
Hey, glad to meet you.

Uh, it's Delaney.
And it's certainly an honor
to meet you, sir.

I'm just on my way down to
the practice field. But we're
playing a game this afternoon.

Be glad to
have you aboard.

Well, uh, to tell you
the truth, Mr. Lasorda, um--

Ah, Mr. Delaney
will be there, Tommy.

And I think you're
going to be very impressed
with what you see.

I'm sure I will.
Thanks, Mr. Roarke.

See you this afternoon,
Delano.

Uh, it's Delaney.

That's really
Tommy Lasorda.

Richard, who was that man you
and Mr. Roarke were talking to?
Oh!

Um, his name is,
uh, Tommy.

He's a real nice guy.
He just thought maybe we'd do
a little fishing this afternoon.

Uh, you don't mind, do you?
You said you wanted to
go to the hairdresser's.

No, I don't mind.
You go ahead
and have a good time.

I know how much
you like your fishing.

Almost as much as
you like your baseball.

You have asked
to experience
old-fashioned values.

Well, before you stands
a community set in the 1690s,
offering precisely that.

And, uh, that quaint white house
across from the bookbinder's,
is your home for the weekend.

It's lovely, Mr. Roarke.

But I must give you
a friendly word of caution,
Mr. and Mrs. Tate.

In leaving the present
to enter the past,

you may be giving up
more than you anticipate...

and receiving something that,
uh, you may not wish.

I don't think so,
Mr. Roarke.

But thank you
for caring though.

We're very grateful.
Thank you.

Thanks.
Good-bye.

Let us hope that
their gratitude
is not premature.

Come on, Walter.
You look fine.

Well, I don't know
about that.

Uh, these shoes,
they hurt my ankles.

I'm gonna go back
and get my sneakers.
Oh, nonsense.

You'll get used to those
buckle shoes. Now pull up
your socks and put on your hat.

We don't want our new neighbors
to think my husband
is behind the times.

All right.
All right.

Come on.

Help! Help me!

Help! Prithee, help me!
What is it?
Are you all right?

It was Ned.
He threw me to the ground
and then tried to kick me,

then ran off
when he heard you coming.

No man has a right
to treat any woman like that.

Where did he go?
Oh, there he is.

But have a care.
Ned is very strong.
[ Braying ]

Be thou the Tates,
Walter and Martha?

Yes,
but how did you know?

Because thou art strangers,
and we have been expecting thee
to be our new smith.

Smith?
Blacksmith, sir.

We have been
expecting thee
to tend the town forge.

I used to run
my grandfather's smitty...

during the summertime,
back on the farm.

Roarke.
How did Roarke know that?

Roarke?
Oh, a friend of ours.

[ Bell Ringing ]
Thee best hurry,
Mistress Proctor.

Dr. Whitfield
will brook no delay.

And all are expected. All.

We're all expected
to do what? Where?

To the town square.
Everyone must attend
under penalty of law.

Come.

[ Chattering ]

Heads up out there.

Hey, that's Steve Garvey.

[ Bat Hits Ball ]
[ Cheering, Whistling ]

And over there is,
um, Fred Lynn
of the Boston Red Sox.

Come on, Garvey!
Let's see you get ahold of one!

Comin' your way,
Freddy.

[ Man ]
All right, let's go.
[ Cheering ]

And George Brett
from Kansas City.

[ Bat Hits Ball ]

[ Man ]
Oh!
[ Jeering ]

And his brother, Ken Brett.

Ken Brett, he won
the All-Star game
a few years ago.

And Ellis Valentine. He played
in the All-Star game last year.

Looks like
an All-Star game
right now.

They're all here.
Just like you said
they would be.

I'm so glad you're pleased.
Oh, you better suit up.

The, uh, clubhouse
is over there.

Uh, yeah. Couldn't we just
watch a little while longer?

But the game is gonna start
in 10 minutes.

Is something wrong,
Mr. Delaney?

Yeah. Actually,
it's my wife, Dora.
She's at the hotel, all alone.

I think-- Maybe we better
call this off for now.

Uh, Mr. Delaney,
the fantasy you requested...

was to pitch against
some of the great players
in baseball, wasn't it?

Yeah, I know.
I-It was.

Well?
[ Men Cheering ]

Well--
[ Exhales ]

Mr. Roarke, I've wanted
to be a professional
baseball player all my life.

I mean, dreaming about
it is one thing.

But actually being here,
holy cow.

[ Bat Hits Ball ]
They're gonna laugh me off
that mound after my first pitch.

It is said the saddest thing
in the world...

is the loss of all
the marvelous hopes and dreams
that never came true...

because those who dreamed
the dreams were afraid
of the laughter of others.

Here. Let me
give you something
for good luck.

It is said Sandy Koufax
pitched his perfect game
with this ball.

Have faith in yourself,
Mr. Delaney.

Have faith
in Fantasy Island.

[ Bat Hits Ball ]
[ Cheering ]

Hey, Delano!
Huh?

Come on. Let's go.
We got a uniform
all waiting for you.

Come on.
Let's go, buddy.

Hey, the way I got it figured,
we're gonna open up
with Catfish Hunter.

We'll go with Ken Brett,
the middle three.
Right.

And if he runs out of gas,
you're my man, Delano.

[ Whistles ]

Fred Lynn,
Steve Garvey,

George Brett,
Ellis Valentine.

I think Mr. Delaney
better hope for rain.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Chattering,
Chuckling ]

Sounds like everyone's
having a good time.

[ Man ]
Well now, good people!

Enough merriment.
Enough merriment.

Bring forth old Pugh.

[ Laughter ]

[ Laughter ]

Why, the man is drunk.

Aye, Mistress Tate.
'Tis the third time
this month.

Quiet.
I pray thee, quiet.

So that thou mayest
hear the judgment
rendered this day.

Who's he?
Dr. Whitfield,
chief elder of our town. Shh.

[ Whitfield ]
Hezekiah Pugh,

thou stand accused
of shameful intoxication
within the public square.

How say you?
Oh, guilty.

Hezekiah Pugh,
for thy crime...

thou shalt receive
30 lashes well laid on.

Oh, nay!
I pledge thee
never to drink again.

Oh, please have mercy.
Have mercy.

Take him away.
[ Groans ]

Thirty lashes?
Walter, that's barbaric.

[ Walter ]
I can't believe
they'll really do it.

They'll probably
just scare him
and send him home.

The law must be upheld
for the common good.

Whosoever shall break the law
will surely be punished.

As newcomers, you must know
that this is our way of life.

These good people
are Martha and Walter Tate.

Pleased to meet you,
Dr. Whitfield.

I bid thee welcome.
And I admonish thee
to cleave unto the law.

That man, Hezekiah Pugh--
Is it necessary
to give him 30 lashes?

Hezekiah Pugh acted immorally.
For this he is punished.

Wilt thou come with me
to my home?

We shall study the Scriptures
and meditate upon the evils
which abound in this life.

I-I thank thee most heartily,
but I have chores to attend to.

Chores can wait.
Thy soul cannot.

Uh, Doctor, sorry,
but Charity is going to
help us out this afternoon.

As ye wish,
Mistress Proctor.

At my side, I could have
done this girl great good.

Do not again meddle
in my rightful affairs.

I thank thee.
I had no taste
for study this day.

We didn't help you avoid
Dr. Whitfield without reason.

We would like you
to show us around.

That I shall do with
the lightest of hearts. Come.

Baker Goodfriend, I think
we should keep close watch
on our new neighbors.

[ Announcer ]
In the second inning, Hunter
stretches, here's the pitch.

It's a deep drive
to center field.

And Valentine moves
to second on the play.

It is obvious that Hunter
doesn't have the good stuff.

Gil Stratton's
driving the action...

as Steve Garvey comes
to the bat with men
on first and second base.

And Garvey rips one
down the left field line,
but it is foul.

It is 0 and 1
on Steve Garvey.

Well, that's some smitty
all right.

I live above your shop.
I pray that we shall be
allowed to remain.

Of course you'll
be able to remain.

I think we can all
be very happy here.

I am pleased.
Doubly pleased that thee
also wish to buy my firewood.

It is how I earn my bread
since my husband died
last winter of the fever.

Husband?
But you're only a child.

Nay, Mistress.
I was fully 13 when I wed.

I could have married
two years earlier,

but I stubbornly
insisted on waiting
until I knew my own mind.

Dr. Whitfield
wanted me to marry him,

but I wouldn't have any man
except Andrew Proctor.

Come.
Let me show you your shop.

Imagine, a girl that age
already a widow.

It's sad. Well, let's have
a look-see at our forge.
Come on.

[ Walter ]
Well, it's been some time
since this has been in use.

Once we sweep it up,
let a little light in,
it'll do just fine.

[ Metal Jingling ]
Walter,
there's someone in here.

[ Charity ]
Methinks I know pumpkin-head.

Ethan! Ethan Proctor,
come out this instant!

Please, Mother,
don't punish me.
It was but a prank.

Oh, Charity,
don't spank him.
Boys will be boys.

And he is
a fine-looking boy.

But I must not be permissive.
I must discipline him
for frivolity.

Dr. Whitfield
says it's lure
to the devil's minions.

The best way to
keep the devil away
is by hard work.

Now, Ethan,
are you gonna help me
reopen the forge here?

May I tend the fire, sir?

No. First we
have to sweep up.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Bell Rings ]

Charity, what is it?
The bell.

There has been a death.
It is the undertaker's cart.

[ Ringing Continues ]

It's old Pugh,
the drunk.

He perished under the lash.
It is God's judgment on him
for his sinful ways.

It wasn't the Almighty
who used the whip.

That man was beaten
to death.

The law must be upheld.

Or would you have
had us be lenient with
a breaker of the law?

[ Ringing Continues ]

I ask you again
to come to my house
for the sake of your soul.

Thou mayest prepare
my evening meal.

Charity is eating with us.

Walter, Dr. Whitfield
frightens me.

[ Ringing Continues ]

Ken right on the mound.
He's pitched very well,
but he could be tiring.

There's a man on first base.
He is now in his fifth inning
of relief for Hunter.

And it's low for a ball.
Ellis Valentine is the batter.

Ken Brett has pitched
extremely well since he came in
in the second inning in relief.

How 'bout a little high
fastball, Ken?

You'll be lucky to even see
this pitch, Valentine.

- [ Announcer ]
Here's the pitch.
- [ Bat Hits Ball ]

And Valentine hits a drive
to deep left center field.
It's going in for extra bases.

All the way out
to the 377-foot mark.

Valentine,
stopping at second base--
Having a good time, Tattoo?

Boss, you're missing
a great game.
Really?

It's 5-4
in the ninth.

Uh, how's Mr. Delaney doing?

So far, so good.
He has not played yet.

Top of the ninth inning,
and there is nobody out in this
Fantasy Island All-Star game.

And ball three on the batter.
Manager Tommy Lasorda
is worried.

I think Brett
is getting tired.

He has already pitched
five shutout innings.

[ Cheering ]
[ Announcer ]
And that's ball four.

He's walked them,
and that fills the bases.
And that brings out Lasorda.

- How do you feel, Ken?
- Sorry, Tommy, I'm bushed.

I'm gonna tell you.
You pitched five great innings.
I'm really proud of you.

Delano!

[ Announcer ]
Lasorda making
his pitching change now.

- Delano!
- [ Announcer ]
It's Delano.

- [ Lasorda ]
Come on, get in here.
- [ Announcer ] Check that.

It's Delaney, number 37,
coming into the ball game.

Here you go, Delano.
Oh, no, thank you.
I already have one.

Good luck, kid.
Thanks a lot.

[ Cheering, Applause ]

Now the fans give Ken Brett
a nice hand for
his five innings of work.

You're in a tough spot, kid.
You have the bases loaded,
nobody out.

And three of
the greatest hitters in the game
coming up to the plate.

I know you can do it.
Take all the warm-up
pitches you need.

No, I don't need any.
Hey, everybody warms up.

Uh, well, not me.
I just sort of
throw the ball.

He's ready.

Okay, let's play ball.

[ Announcer ]
Now Delaney must face
the heart of the batting order.

George Brett of
the Kansas City Royals,

Steve Garvey of
the Los Angeles Dodgers,

and Fred Lynn
of the Boston Red Sox.

What a spot
for an unknown pitcher.

This is gonna be
a real test for Delaney.

And he's not even taking
any warm-up pitches.

George Brett steps in.
Here's the first pitch.

Strike one!

And he swings and misses
for strike one.

[ Cheering ]

I'm still
just warmin' up.

0 and 1 count on George Brett.
Here's the pitch.

- Strike two!
- Hey, Ump, take a look
at that ball!

[ Announcer ] I don't know
what that ball was doing.
Give me the ball, Robbie.

Nothin' wrong with the ball,
George. Play ball!

[ Announcer ]
It's not a knuckleball,

but it's doing all
kinds of tricks up there.

[ Announcer ]
Look at that pitch!
Three! You're out.

[ Announcer ]
It's strike three.
He struck George Brett out...

on three consecutive pitches.
Hey, not bad.

He needs two more outs to
save the game for Ken Brett.

♪ [ Organ ]
This brings Steve Garvey
of the Dodgers to the plate.

Boy, does he have power.

Here's Delaney's pitch.

- And Garvey swings and misses.
- I don't believe this guy.

This is not a knuckleball.
It's not a flutter-ball.
It's not a blooper-pitch.

But it's doing all kinds of
tricks coming up there.
Strike two!

And Garvey swings and misses
for strike two!

Hey.

[ Cheering ]

[ Announcer ]
Delaney one strike away
from striking out Steve Garvey.

And he's done it!
He struck out Steve Garvey
on three consecutive pitches.

So on six pitches,
he has retired George Brett
and Steve Garvey.

And the former M.V.P.
of the Boston Red Sox,
Fred Lynn coming to bat.

He'll have the advantage,
as he's a left-handed hitter...

facing Delaney's
right-handed slants.

He certainly needs
his confidence now.

Strike one!
[ Announcer ]
And yet he swings and misses.

I tell ya-- I have never
seen this kind of stuff. Not
even taking any warm-up pitches.

Here comes the second pitch.
It wiggles, and Lynn doesn't
really take a cut at it--

Hey, what is
that guy throwin'?

[ Announcer ]
He's one strike away
from retiring the side.

And here it comes.
And it is strike three
and Fred Lynn is out.

And I thought
Nolan Ryan was tough.

He has struck out the side
and won the game.

An amazing pitching performance
by a virtual unknown,
Richard Delaney.

Well, listen, you know--

Some kind of pitching,
Delaney.
Thanks a lot, Ellis.

Oh, hey, Mr. Roarke.

Mr. Roarke, I did it.
I really did it.

I struck out three
of the greatest players
in baseball.

- I'm glad you're happy.
- Happy? Are you kidding?

This is my dream come true.
Thank you very much.
Thanks, Tattoo.

[ Lasorda ]
Hey, Delano!

Delano! Hey, you were
all right out there.

It's Delaney. Delaney.
Richard C. Delaney.

Sure, Delaney. I just hope
I see your name on the back of
a Dodger uniform this season.

What?
That's where
I'm going now.

To make a long distance
phone call to see if I can
get somebody from the office...

to come down here
and see you pitch tomorrow.

You can pitch tomorrow,
can't you?

Oh, yeah. I guess so.
But, uh--

Hey, I gotta go now.
But promise me one thing.

Yeah?
That you won't
sign with anyone...

until you give us
a chance to make an offer.

Oh, sure, Tommy. Fine.
I'll listen to anything
you guys have to say.

Thank you.
Gotta go now, kid.
Okay.

Sutton, John, Rowe...
and Delaney.

That's all right.

Good night, Ethan.
Good night, Mother.

[ Fire Crackling ]

Ethan should be asleep
very soon.

Charity, Walter and I want
you and Ethan to stay here
until he's feeling better.

The quarters above the smitty
are just too drafty.

I thank thee for making us
so welcome in thy home.

Ethan and I have not known
such kindness of late.

Why? I should think
everyone in town
would like you.

I am a young widow,
and as such represent temptation
to the married men.

Dr. Whitfield has asked me
to wed him soon, lest
I corrupt the community and--

Oh, enough of this serious talk.
Come on. Let's have some fun.

I haven't played
one of these in years.

Well, this is
just like a bicycle.

What is a bicycle?

Well, it's something you ride.
And once you learn how,
you never forget.

Now, stop talking
and start dancing. Come on.

Let's dance.
Come on.
[ Laughs ]

Curtsy. Around.

And around again.

Curtsy.

[ Knocking ]
♪ [ Stops ]

What manner
of blasphemy is this?

When darkness falls,
all good men are in
quiet meditation and prayer,

lest the forces of evil
fall upon them.

Forces of evil?
We were just having
some innocent fun.

Inflaming the passions
of a young widow seems
to give thee pleasure.

Master Weaver
is right.

Thou hast been a loose woman
too long for the good
of this town.

Thou shalt marry me
on the morrow.

Nay. I love thee not;
therefore, I shall
marry thee not.

This is thy work,
Master Tate.

Thou hast turned her
against the town and
the wisdom of the elders.

For that, thou shalt
be punished. Take him.

Keep your hands off me!

Leave my husband alone!
Dr. Whitfield, please!

Perhaps the dunking stool
will teach thee a lesson
in humility.

Take him to the pillory.
At first light, thy punishment
shall be meted out to thee.

No! Let him go.

I know not from
whence thy came, mistress.

But thy husband's actions are
a crime here in Salem Town.

Salem?
Do not jest with me,
Master Tate.

Thou knowst
'tis Salem, Massachusetts
when thou art in it.

Salem? They burn people here
at the stake.

They do if that
is the judgment
Dr. Whitfield passes.

[ Grunting ]

♪ [ Instrumental ]

Ah, Mr. Delaney.

Are you and your wife having
dinner here tonight?

[ Delaney ]
We're just finishing up.
The food is terrific.

Like everything else on this
island.
I'm glad you're
having a good time.

You and Mrs. Delaney
must be very excited.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I haven't told her yet.

- You haven't told her?
- No. I started to
half a dozen times.

But how do you--
How do you convince somebody
that instead of fishing,

you were striking out
three of the best hitters
in baseball...

in the ninth inning
with all the bases loaded?

[ Chuckles ]
I see your point.

Yeah, I figure if everything
goes well tomorrow,
then I'll tell her.

Tomorrow?

Oh, Mr. Roarke,
there are things happening here
that even you don't know about.

Terrific things.
Indeed.

- Uh, well, your wife
is waiting for you.
- I'll talk to you later.

You know, this vacation
is just what you needed.

I haven't seen you this happy
and confident and handsome
since we got out of college.

Hmm.

Oh, there's the Maxwells.

You mean, Mr. Maxwell
my boss?

Yes. Oh, I guess
I forgot to tell you.

They just flew in.
I ran into them today
out by the swimming pool.

And Mr. Maxwell seemed
quite pleased to discover
we were here.

Why is that?

Something to do
with a business meeting
tomorrow afternoon.

Tomorrow afternoon
is impossible.

Oh, he said
it wouldn't take very long.
Just a couple of hours.

Honey, it's not fair.
We're on vacation.

But, honey,
Mr. Maxwell is your boss.

And we can't stay on
Fantasy Island forever.
[ Sighs ]

For his blasphemous crime,
let punishment
be delivered unto him.

[ Exhaling ]

[ Coughing ]

They'll drown him.
Nay.

But pray that
he takes not the fever
when they are finished.

That is how
my Andrew died.

[ Dripping ]
[ Exhaling ]

Your husband was dunked?

Aye. He kissed me in
the marketplace, thinking
none were about to see.

And for this,
Dr. Whitfield
dunked him eight times.

[ Exhaling ]

Oh, Walter.
Are you all right?

Thank you.
Probably the best
T-bone I ever had.

Delaney, there you are.

Been looking all over
for you. Didn't your wife
give you my message?

Yes, sir. She did.
Just before she went
on the island tour.

Well then, why didn't you
come to my bungalow?

Well, I guess it's
because I read somewhere...

that Sandy Koufax
always ate a big steak
before he pitched a game.

What are you talking about?

Don't you realize we have
important papers to go over...

before our meeting
with the client this afternoon?

Anyone ever tell you
that you're a rude man,
Mr. Maxwell?

That's one of the reasons
why Maxwell Unlimited...

has never been anything more
than a second-rate company.

I didn't come to your bungalow
because I have other things
to do this afternoon.

Other things? Other--
What could be more important
than our business?

Well, for starters,
a baseball game.
Baseball?

And for finishers,
telling you
what I think of you.

And feeling
like a man again.

Delaney, you walk out on me
now and you can keep
right on walking,

because you won't
have a job anymore.

You know something? That's
the other thing wrong with the
way you run Maxwell Unlimited.

You're always
so damn predictable.

How long
have I been sleeping?

Most of the day.
How do you feel?

Oh, soggy
and sore all over.

Oh, for a nice hot shower
and a cup of coffee
in front of our TV set.

I'm beginning to miss
our lifestyle too.

Well, it's too late to
think about that now.

We've got our fantasy,
and we'll have to stick with it
until the weekend is over.

And besides, Charity
is gonna need our help.

She's been very worried
about you too.

Oh, Martha, we can't let
that Whitfield character
get his hooks into--

Ethan,
he has the fever!
Oh.

It is the way
his father began,
chills and aches.

Come over here.
Sneezing,
then that evil fever.

That's a boy.
Just sit down there.
Nothing to worry about, Charity.

Martha used to
be a nurse's aide.
She knows what she's doing.

His pulse is fine.
His glands are barely swollen.

He just has a touch
of a fever. I think
it's just a little flu.

Nay. My son has taken fever
and must be treated,
or he will die like his father!

I must get Dr. Whitfield
to tend him!

It isn't necessary, Charity.
Ethan will be fine.

[ Martha ]
He probably
just has an allergy.

That and a touch of flu.
Charity!

Charity.

[ Exhales ]
Well, maybe she'll think it over
before she finds Whitfield.

I hope so.
Get me a dipper of water,
will you, dear?

You're always teasing me
about carrying my drug store
around with me.

But a couple of aspirin
and an antihistamine
ought to do the trick.

All right, son.
Open your hand.

That's a boy.
Swallow the pill.

One more.
Right, now.

[ Announcer ]
Going to the mound for
the Los Angeles Dodgers,

that new pitching sensation,
Richard Delaney.
[ Crowd Chattering ]

[ Boy ]
Mister?

Yeah?

- When's the game start?
- Oh, it's not gonna start
for about an hour yet.

- I just wanted to
come out early.
- You one of the All-Stars?

Oh, no. Not exactly.
I'm sort of, uh,
trying out today.

I'm a pitcher.
Did pretty good yesterday.

Can I warm you up?
I got a catcher's mitt.

I usually don't warm up.
Well, okay. Go ahead.

Ready?

[ Laughing ]

- You're gonna be a pitcher?
- Oh, I'm sorry. That one
sort of got away from me.

I bet you can't
strike me out.

- Don't be silly.
- She's pretty good.

What's the matter?
You afraid, mister?

- Of course
I'm not afraid!
- Then let me try.

[ Grunts ]

I told you
I was pretty good, mister.

Try again.
She just got lucky.

Yeah. Pretty lucky.

[ Grunts ]

[ Laughs ]

Mr. Delaney--
It's over, isn't it?

Mr. Delaney, your fantasy was
to pitch against some of the
greatest players in baseball.

Now, isn't that
what you did? Yesterday?

[ Chuckles ]
Yes.

But my boss,
what I told my boss--

[ Roarke ]
Yes, I know, Mr. Delaney.

And I'm sorry.
I'm very sorry.

I don't get it, boss.
What?

How can you
let this happen, boss?

He's such a nice man.
Let what happen, Tattoo?

Poor Mr. Delaney.
His whole life
has been turned inside out.

He even lost his job.

So it would appear.

But remember, Tattoo,
this is Fantasy Island.

Stand aside. Stand aside.
Let me minister unto the lad.
[ Stick Clatters ]

He must be bled and purged
until the vapors which infect
his spirit are drained away.

What are you doing,
Whitfield?
What's in that pot?

Those are leeches, sir.
What dost thou expect?

To suck the poison
from his veins
and bring him rest.

Stop it!

He doesn't need you,
your leeches or your purges.
His fever's broken.

'Tis truth.
The fever is no more.

Then thou hast employed
satanic means to take
the fever from his body.

Stand now before thy accuser!
Thomas Goodfriend!

Sir!
Tell them
what thou has witnessed!

With mine eyes, sir, did I see
this woman and man deliver
strange potions unto the lad...

with many incantations
and supplications to the devil.

That's a lie!

[ Martha ]
I only gave him aspirin
and a--

[ Clattering ]

Here, sir,
are the tools of Satan.

What is this?

The evidence...
is overwhelming!

Martha and Walter Tate,
thou hast been found guilty
of being servants of Satan.

A witch and a consort
come to this town to destroy
our piety and safety.

For that crime, I sentence
thee to be burnt at the stake
at the rise of the sun.

And may God have mercy
on thy soul!
[ Gasps ]

[ Walter ]
That's it!

You call in Roarke right now.
Tell him to stop this thing!

I know none such as Roarke.
Is that another name
for Beelzebub...

or the familiar spirit you use
to communicate thy wishes
to thy dark master?

Take them away!

[ Grunts ]

♪ [ Instrumental ]

You're so quiet tonight, honey.
There must be something wrong.
I can always tell.

No. It's okay, honey.
I just have a little headache,
that's all.

You see? I always know
when there's something.

Hello, Delaney.
Mr. Maxwell.

I would like
to apologize.

Apologize?

I've been thinking
about what you said.

I am gruff.
And perhaps,
too predictable.

But until today, I didn't know
I had anyone in my company
with guts enough to tell me.

I would like for you to
come by my bungalow tomorrow...

so we can
discuss your future
with the company.

And believe me, son,
you have one.

Thanks.

[ Clears Throat ]
Yes.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, what was
that all about?

Uh, it's nothing, dear.

But this sure is
Fantasy Island.

[ Laughs ]

[ Straining ]

I'd like to be able
to touch your hand,
but I can't reach it.

Oh, Walter,
I can't believe
this is actually happening.

Do you believe
they're really
going to burn us?

Don't think about it,
Martha.

I don't know, Walter.
I'm not very brave.

You are, honey.
Of course you are.

Shh. What's that?
[ Footsteps Approach ]

[ Snoring ]

[ Groans ]

Hey! Mistress Quigley!
What brings thee here?

Oh, I missed thee, Thomas,
when thou didst not come
to the tavern this evening.

So I came to see thee.
Oh, thou came'st to me.
[ Laughs ]

So thou missed
thy reverence, my love.

Well, let's be at it,
my dove.

But, uh, we-we best move out,
in case Dr. Whitfield
might be about.

Ooh.
He might see us.
[ Laughs ]

Charity,
you shouldn't be here.

Oh, shh.
Speak not, lest thou
give us away.

I-I paid
Mistress Quigley to distract
Master Goodfriend...

so that
I might free thee.

N-Now, go.
Run for thy lives.
Come with us.

Charity, you can't stay here
and let Whitfield force you
into marriage.

I promise thee
it will not happen.

I shall love and
remember thee. Now go.
Run. I pray thee.

We'll love and
remember you too, Charity.
Thank you.

[ Clangs ]

Stop! Prisoners!
Stop!

To arms! To arms!
[ Bell Rings ]

The witches have escaped!
The witches have escaped!

[ Church Bell Rings ]

[ Chattering ]

They must not escape
to work further satanic evil.

Kill them on sight.
Kill them!

[ Chanting ]
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

[ Shouting Fades ]

[ Whispering ]
Okay. Come on!

Oh!
[ Grunts ]
Come on, honey.

Oh, I can't.
I think it's sprained.

Sprained or not, we've got
to get out of here. Come on.
[ Grunts ]

Search in every crevice,
every corner.
They must not escape!

[ Chattering ]

[ Panting ]

We can't stay here.
[ Chattering ]

The sun will be up soon.
They'll find us.

Don't think
I can run another step.
Oh, honey, you have to.

You know the jungle
behind our house?

The place that Roarke
dropped us off?

If we can just get to it.

Now come on, honey, try.

[ Grunts ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Chattering Continues ]

The witches!
There they are!
After them!

[ Whitfield ]
Now we have them!
[ Men ] Kill! Kill!

[ Indistinct Shouting ]

There they are! Kill them!
There they are!

[ Martha Groaning ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Shouting Fades ]

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Tate.
How good to see you again.

Did you find the perfect
morality and simple life
you longed for so very much?

No. We found nothing
but ignorance
and intolerance.

And a monstrous man
who traded on fear
to rule the people.

Really? My, my.

How much that sounds
like our present world.

How much that sounds
like any century in which
man has ever lived.

Perhaps there is
a very good lesson
to be learned.

Uh, but later,
after you've freshened up.

I must say,
you do look exhausted.
Uh, after you.

Well, Mr. Delaney,
I hope you have been satisfied
in your visit here.

Uh, more than
my wildest dreams.

You didn't just
give me one fantasy,
you gave me two.

Oh, no, no. If you're referring
to the new understanding
you have with your boss,

oh, no,
that was entirely
your own doing.

Mr. Roarke,
coming here was just
what Richard needed.

Just to relax
and do nothing.

No excitement.

It was just the therapy
he needed. I haven't seen him
this relaxed in years.

I am so happy
we were able to provide
the, uh, tranquility necessary.

Have a very pleasant trip home.
Thank you very much.

You're very welcome.
Good-bye.
Good-bye.

Good-bye.
Good-bye, Mr. Delaney.

[ Brakes Squeal ]

We want to thank you
for our fantasy,
Mr. Roarke.

We both learned
something very important.

Living without
indoor plumbing
is not easy.

[ Laughs ] No.
No. But every
age has its difficulties.

You see, running away
certainly isn't the answer.

All ages-- past,
present or future--
there's nowhere to run to.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

Bye-bye.
Have a pleasant trip.

Bye-bye.
Good-bye.

Aki, come here.

Stand there.

Smile, honey.

- [ Shutter Clicking ]
- No, no, no.
Wait, Tattoo. Wait.

What's wrong?

Well, you
can't take pictures
with this on.

- What's that?
- The lens cap.

- How long has it
been on your camera?
- Since I bought it.

Then all the film you shot
has been wasted.

Film? Who is using film?

[ Shutter Clicking ]

Smile for him.