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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[CHATTERING]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

ROARKE: Smiles, everyone. Smile.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Who is she, boss?

ROARKE: Miss Andrea Barclay from St. Louis, Missouri.

She's come to Fantasy Island hoping to begin

a long and illustrious career in musicals.

TATTOO: Oh, is she an actress?

ROARKE: She not only acts, she dances and sings, too.

Then, what's the problem?

ROARKE: She's never really been able

to perform on stage, Tattoo.

You see, Miss Barclay suffers

from a paralyzing case of stage fright.

It's so bad that she's

on the brink of giving up her dream entirely.

So, this weekend we'll either make or break

a promising career that has not yet even begun.

TATTOO: That guy looks kind of jumpy, boss.

He has reason to be jumpy, Tattoo.

His name is...

Jimmy Jordan.

Jimmy Jor--

Jimmy Jordan?

TATTOO: The famous rock singer

who got killed in a car accident?

Well, that's what he wants everyone to think.

You see, while giving a concert in Las Vegas two nights ago,

he inadvertently witnessed a gangland execution.

And the man he saw holding the gun

is the most powerful figure

in the world of organized crime.

A man who will stop at nothing to make sure that

Jimmy Jordan doesn't live to testify against him.

You mean, he's running from the mob?

I'm afraid so, yes.

Does he have a fantasy?

Isn't it obvious, Tattoo?

The man wants to stay alive.

"Does he have a fantasy?"

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

ANDREA: Is anybody here?

Mr. Roarke?

♪ They say that falling in love ♪

♪ Is wonderful ♪

♪ It's wonderful ♪

♪ So they tell me ♪

♪ I can't-- ♪

Oh, please, go on, Miss Barclay.

Yes, it was beautiful.

I can't continue. That's my problem.

When I'm alone, I'm great.

I think.

But the minute I see people out there...

watching me,

I-- I just--

I fall apart.

Maybe the problem is you're trying too hard.

Well, I just get so nervous and self-conscious

whenever I get on a stage.

What am I to do?

Trust the boss.

He's the only one who can make your fantasy come true.

Can you, Mr. Roarke?

Can you make it come true?

Oh, yes.

Yes, Miss Barclay,

I can provide the opportunity for you

to conquer your shyness

and prove yourself on the stage if you...

will try very hard to have faith in yourself.

Oh, I-- I will, Mr. Roarke.

You just give me

the toughest audience you can find.

ROARKE: The...

toughest audience

I can find?

Yes...

Tattoo, the lights, please.

Yes, boss.

Now, Miss Barclay,

imagine you are already the famous actress

you want to be.

Feel the confidence

flowing through you.

Now, boss?

[MOUTHING] Now.

M-- Mr. Roarke?

You've made a terrible mistake.

This isn't a theater.

And it's not my fantasy.

Mr. Roarke?

ANNOUNCER: [ON TV] This film shot in concert

last month in Denver

shows Jimmy Jordan at the height of his career.

A career that ended tragically yesterday

when his car plunged off a cliff and into the ocean

near Point Dume in California.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

♪ Ain't got no trouble in my life ♪

♪ No foolish dreams to make me cry ♪

♪ I'm never frightened or worried ♪

♪ I know I'll always get by ♪

♪ I heat up and I cool down ♪

♪ When something gets in my way ♪

♪ I go around it ♪

Jimmy Jordan, a man

with an abundance of fame, fortune and talent

lived a life filled with applause.

Now, he's lost.

This...

[SIGHS]

Look at that.

Except for my business manager,

you two are the only ones who know I'm alive.

It's got to stay that way, too.

Oh, Lordy, why me?

Why did I have to

witness a murder?

Uh, I was...

I was between sets when I observed the killing.

I've been so busy running for my life,

I haven't had a chance to change clothes.

Naturally.

Uh, did you tell the police what you saw?

Oh, yes, I called them right away.

Didn't tell them who I was, but I called them.

Naturally, they wanted me to testify.

They offered me police protection, too, but...

when I asked them what about after I testify,

they said...

"We can't guarantee anything."

Huh, that's terrific.

So, I hung up the telephone

without telling them who I was,

drove my car out to Point Dume,

put it in gear and sent it...

over the cliff.

Goodbye, Jimmy Jordan. [SIGHING] Goodbye.

So, the mob would think you're out of the way.

Exactly.

Only my business manager, who knows everything,

heard that there are two hoods looking for me

to make sure I'm really dead.

One of them is a missing persons expert,

and the other one is an assassin.

You don't think that...

they could trace me to Fantasy Island,

do you, Mr. Roarke?

How good are you at handling bad news, Mr. Jordan?

Is that them?

JIMMY: What am I gonna do?

I believe a new identity is in order.

Which means we have to do something

about his appearance, too.

Ah.

Yes...

Yes, indeed.

Little conservative, isn't it?

I feel clean.

Where exactly am I supposed to be, Mr. Roarke?

-Mr. Roarke, hello. -Hello.

-You found someone. -Yes, I believe I have.

Good.

Miss Buchanan, may I present your new butler.

MICHELLE: Hello.

Oh, I'm gonna kill that Mr. Roarke.

Oh, Miss Barclay,

we were waiting for your entrance.

Well, you can deal me out.

Mr. Roarke, I've been hiking for five miles to get here

and I don't even know where here is.

You are in Langtry, Texas, Miss Barclay.

And this is the Jersey Lilly Saloon.

I-- I was expecting Broadway or Hollywood.

[CLATTERING]

ROARKE: You did request

the toughest audience I could find, didn't you?

Yes, but I--

I meant critically, not barroom brawlers.

Nevertheless,

there's your stage

and this is your chance to prove that you can perform

in front of a tough audience

when you audition

for that role in Annie Get Your Gun.

If you can make it here,

you can make it anywhere.

You could say that again.

-[MAN GRUNTING] -[CRASHING]

♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪

♪ Thou art lost and gone forever... ♪

Young lady, I'm gonna have to ask you

to step down from there, now.

Was I that bad?

I said now!

Now, you're new in town,

so I'm gonna give you a little piece of advice.

Well, Mr. Roarke said...

Mr. Roarke?

Nobody gets up on that stage unless they're tired of living.

Now, if you're still in mind to sing,

go right ahead...

from down here.

No call to be scared, gal,

just because Judge Roy Bean said you could sing.

Judge Roy Bean?

The hanging judge?

That's right.

The only law west of the Pecos.

MICHELLE: Our place in San Francisco

was much larger.

-It's very nice. Very nice. -Thank you.

[PLAYS PIANO]

Do you play?

I used to.

Who's this in the picture?

My stepmother and my father.

I like the moustache.

It did make him look dashing, didn't it?

I was speaking of hers.

Oh. This looks like Taylor's work.

Taylor?

Taylor?

What happened to your real mother? Divorce?

No. She died ten years ago.

Sorry.

Taylor,

are you responsible for this?

Just the moustache.

Taylor?

Give me a break, Michelle.

Two minutes after father died,

she and half her estate were out the door.

TAYLOR: You hate her just as much as I do.

MICHELLE: That's not the point.

What if someone at the party tomorrow had seen this?

What would they think?

Don't worry, I'll be a good little sister and erase it

before your fiancé and his parents come.

Who is this guy?

MICHELLE: I'm sorry. Cassie, Taylor,

this is our new butler, Mister...

Godfrey.

Where have I seen you before?

You can ask silly questions later.

Right now, I want both of you to go shopping.

Come on, Godfrey, I'll show you the rest of the house

and then you can drive them.

Ladies.

He's kind of cute.

I think I'll have an affair with him.

Taylor?

It's very chic

to become sexually involved with your butler nowadays.

If you would watch the soaps, you would know that.

I just wanna know why he looks so familiar.

ANDREA: [TEARFULLY] Here I am in this stupid fantasy

and I still can't sing.

[SNIFFLES] Hang me, I deserve it.

There's nothing for me to live for anyway.

-Oh, stop talking that way. -[SOBBING]

A pretty young filly like you has got everything to live for.

You don't understand.

It was my first, last and only chance

to make it on the stage.

And I'm a failure.

-[SNIFFLING] -Here.

You didn't sound...

too bad from what I heard anyway.

Well, if you liked it,

why did you yank me off the stage?

Oh, oh, now,

[STUTTERING] it wasn't nothing personal, Miss...

Excuse me, what's your name?

Andrea Barclay.

Well, now listen up, Andrea.

I built that stage out there special.

Built it for the woman I love.

And only the woman I love will ever sing there.

Miss Lillie Langtry,

the most beautiful, the most talented,

the most gracious lady in all the world.

She'll be here in a couple hours on the afternoon stage.

I've been waiting two years on this.

Two years?

Yeah. [SIGHING]

And I'm as nervous as a fat hog at a barbecue.

[CHUCKLES LIGHTLY]

Hey.

I want to be dressed real nice when she gets here.

You think this will do?

It's very nice.

She's a very lucky woman.

[SIGHS]

If a man felt that way about me, I...

I'd be so proud.

That's why I've got to make a good impression on her.

This is my first, last, and only chance

to show Miss Lillie how much I really love her.

But the fact is,

I ain't got a hell of a lot of class.

My manners could use some polishing.

You probably just need a little coaching.

Well, there's one other thing.

I wanna have a nice speech all ready for her

when she steps down off that stage.

I tried to write something down.

But the truth is,

I can't hardly read, much less write.

Of course, the boys out there, they don't know that.

Maybe I could write it for you

and you could memorize it

and you can pretend to read it.

No one would know, except you and me.

You're a real lady, Miss Andrea.

If I didn't love Miss Lillie so much...

Let's go to work on that speech.

Excuse me.

Oh, thanks, Tattoo.

CASSIE: Now, come on, where did Godfrey come from?

Who is he? How come he looks so familiar?

I don't know. Um...

To me a butler is a butler.

Excuse me, I've got to go.

[SIGHING] Tattoo, I know you're hiding something.

Cassie, why do you have to be such a pain in the neck?

Hey, there. Ho, there. Hi, there.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Are you talking to me?

Oh, I think I just found

the best-looking girl in the place.

Oh, I'm really very flattered,

but I didn't come here to get picked up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I just wanna talk a little, that's all.

Come on, now, be nice.

She is being nice.

I would have told you to butt out

the first time you opened your mouth.

You know, uh, you two make one hell of a couple.

You sit there and feed your face

and Miss high and mighty here sits and feeds her ego.

Huh!

You did that on purpose. Man, I ought to knock your...

Go ahead. She's a black belt.

Come on, Taylor, show him your stuff.

Wait, wait a minute. Just, just hold everything.

If these people wanted violence,

they'd be home watching the news, right?

Cassie, Taylor, get your things, we're going home.

Oh, Godfrey.

Cassie, get in the car.

That masterful tone of voice you're using

really turns me on.

Have a, uh...

Have a nice day.

Hey, come over here a second.

That guy who just left with the girls,

tell me about him.

[BAND PLAYING MUSIC]

DRIVER: Whoo! [URGING HORSES]

Whoo!

Whoo!

As Justice of the Peace,

and the only law west of the Pecos,

I am privileged to welcome you,

the fairest flower of this great and beautiful land.

[MEN LAUGHING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

Well, it looks like you've been stood up, Roy.

[CACKLING]

MAN: You see old Roy's face?

I'm sorry, Roy.

I've been made a fool of in front of my friends.

Men I've known for years.

Men who've respected me.

It's something I'm likely never to be able to live down.

I'm glad you're back.

Write something on this piece of paper for me, okay.

Cassie, would you open the door?

One of my hobbies is analyzing handwriting.

Cassie, I'm busy, would you open the door?

You're always busy. Just do it now, please.

What do you want me to write?

Um, write,

"It's okay to be a 15-year-old in love,"

and then sign your name.

Okay to...

It is okay to be a 15-year-old in love, isn't it?

Would you open the door, please?

-[DOORS CREAKING] -Thank you.

CASSIE: Jimmy.

Why is the restaurant billing us?

I mean, he did all the damage?

Taylor, I want you to promise me

you won't do anything embarrassing like that

at the party tomorrow.

All right.

If any of your fiancé’s dorky relatives

try to hit on me,

I promise to be nice.

For at least five seconds.

Taylor, I'm ordering you to behave.

TAYLOR: Stop trying to be Daddy.

He's gone and he left you

just as alone and screwed up as me and Cassie.

TAYLOR: So, you're the oldest, so big deal.

One look at that turkey

you're getting engaged to tomorrow

proves that you don't have the brains

to boss around a kumquat.

She, uh...

she didn't mean that, you know, not, not really.

No, she's right.

My fiancé is a turkey.

I'm only marrying him for his money.

He's so rich, it's disgusting.

And you're not?

Rich, not disgusting.

Oh, we won't be much longer.

My father's corporation has been going downhill

ever since he died.

Looks like bankruptcy is inevitable.

There are worse things than bankruptcy.

In the hospital, just before he died,

my father made me promise

I'd see to it that the three of us stayed together

until Cassie was 18.

He wanted more than anything for her

to have a happy childhood.

Marrying money is the only way I can keep my promise

and be sure we'll stay together as a family.

You sure your father'd want you to marry someone you...

you didn't love?

I don't know what else to do.

Listen, I don't want my sisters to know

what I just told you.

It wouldn't do any good.

Besides, there must be something about Charles Winslow IV

I can learn to love.

He can't be a total geek.

JUDGE: I was a damn fool to think

Lillie Langtry would step foot

in a one-horse dust bowl of a town like this.

Well, it's not your fault she didn't show up.

Yeah, but I've been bragging about knowing her

for two years.

Shooting off my mouth to the boys.

Fact is, I only saw her once in Denver.

Fetch me another bottle, will you?

I feel like getting rip-snorting drunk.

[ROARKE SIGHS]

Mr. Roarke?

How...

What are you doing here?

Oh, just checking to see

how your fantasy's progressing, Miss Barclay.

-[CHUCKLES] Lousy. -Really?

But I can live with it.

Good.

What I'd really like to do is help Roy.

[SIGHS] You see, he's in love with Lillie Langtry

and he's broken hearted because she didn't show up.

Miss Barclay, a woman should be more than an illusion to a man.

She should be someone with whom he can talk,

with whom he can spend time.

Perhaps if Mr. Bean

were to know how you feel about him,

how concerned you are about his happiness

to the total exclusion of your own, then maybe...

I've tried talking to him,

but it's no use.

There are times when a song...

is more meaningful than spoken words.

You think that I should sing

right here and now?

But what about my stage fright?

Courage and love

go hand in hand, Miss Barclay.

By now I am certain you have found all the...

courage you need.

Well...

I guess I can give it a try.

♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪

♪ Thou art lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

♪ In a cavern, in a canyon ♪

♪ Excavating for a mine ♪

♪ Dwelt a miner ♪

♪ Forty-niner ♪

♪ And his daughter Clementine ♪

-♪ Oh, my darling-- ♪ -She's here!

Lillie's here!

LILLIE: So, this is the Jersey Lilly Saloon

in Langtry, Texas.

Doesn't it just take your breath away?

Permanently.

And you must be Judge Roy Bean.

LILLIE: And I see you have a little singer, too.

[STUTTERING] Oh, no, Miss Lillie,

I mean, she sings just fine for a small-town girl,

but... nobody in the world could ever be compared to you.

Well, he's right.

When you think of it...

I'm nothing.

-JIMMY: You rang? -Where have you been?

I've been buzzing you for hours.

I have...

I'm a big Jimmy Jordan fan.

He was great, wasn't he?

You wanna know what Jimmy Jordan looks like

if you trace his picture,

erase his beard and draw in short hair?

You.

I don't see the resemblance.

And you want to know how you signed your name

when you were too busy to think about what you were doing?

"Jimmy."

Which means that you--

Which means that my middle name is James.

Godfrey, I've been looking all over for you.

-[JIMMY GROANS] -Taylor, guess what?

Godfrey is really Jimmy Jordan.

Come on, Cassie, the man has his faults,

but rigor mortis isn't one of them.

[SIGHS] Don't you understand,

he's only faking being dead.

Nobody wants to listen to your adolescent fantasies.

[SIGHS]

I'm sure Godfrey has other fantasies in mind.

Do you like?

[COUGHS] I, uh...

see if Michelle needs any help in the...

kitchen.

I take it back.

Maybe he is dead.

JUDGE: You sure gave me quite a scare

when you didn't show up

on the afternoon stage, Miss Lillie.

I thought you weren't coming at all.

[SIGHS] Well, I dislike public conveyances, Judge Bean.

Oh, I didn't cause you any undue embarrassment, did I?

Oh, no, no, no. Not at all, Miss Lillie. No. No.

Uh, do you-- Do you like your dressing room?

Like it?

It's splendid.

I must admit

that you are the most ardent admirer I've had in a long time.

Even if you did spell my name wrong outside.

Actually, I am very flattered.

Oh, no.

I'm the one who's flattered, Miss Lillie.

I can't wait to hear you sing out there tomorrow.

I built that stage just for you.

Sing? Tomorrow?

Oh.

Well, I'm afraid that's out of the question.

You see, I'm on my way to San Francisco

to appear in a play.

I'm going to be there in a week for rehearsals.

I simply can't afford to spare any time.

But the whole town will be turning out to see you.

It would be something they'd never forget.

I know I never would.

I'm sorry,

it's simply impossible.

You do understand?

Of course, you do.

Judge Bean?

You've got to do something. The piano player

-says he's leaving. -He hasn't even played yet.

You're the piano player.

-You got it, pal. -Hmm.

MAN: And you can bet I'm leaving.

If I'd known this alleged lady here was your sister,

I'd have never shown up in the first place.

He won't play unless Taylor apologizes,

and Taylor won't apologize,

and the Winslows will be here any minute,

and unless we have live music for the party,

the whole party will be a flop.

Oh, what's the use.

Everything's ruined.

I never could do anything right.

I know who can play and sing.

-For God's sake who? -Godfrey.

[SOBBING] Oh, Cassie,

this is no time for games.

Cassie, don't be ridiculous.

Look, you like Michelle. I know you do.

Are you just gonna stand there and let her cry?

[MICHELLE SOBBING]

Cassie, you don't understand.

I understand fine.

You know, you really are a creep.

You know, I really do

a wonderful Jimmy Jordan impression.

[WHISPERING] Piano.

Piano playing butler.

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[PIANO PLAYING]

♪ Ain't got no trouble in my life ♪

♪ No foolish dreams to make me cry ♪

♪ I'm never frightened or worried ♪

♪ I know I'll always get by ♪

♪ I heat up and I cool down ♪

♪ When something gets in my way ♪

♪ I go around it ♪

♪ Don't let life get me down ♪

♪ Gonna take it the way that I found it ♪

♪ I got the music in me I got the music in me ♪

♪ I got the music in me ♪

♪ I got the music in me I got the music in me ♪

♪ I got the music in me ♪

♪ I got the music in me I got the music in me ♪

♪ I got the music... ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet music ♪

♪ I got the music in me ♪

♪ I got the music in me ♪

Not bad, if you don't mind cheap imitations,

you know what I mean?

You better let me take over.

Yours.

Thank you.

Well, my pleasure.

I'll-- I'll just get back to work.

What you doing with that machine?

I'm getting proof he's really Jimmy Jordan.

Voices are as distinctive as fingerprints, Tattoo.

Oh, I learned that on Hart to Hart.

What do you think?

He looks like Jimmy Jordan,

sounds like Jimmy Jordan.

Well, I think we shouldn't take any chances.

Come on, let's take him.

Jacks full. I tell you, she was here.

Sure, Roy, and so was Lillian Russell. [LAUGHING]

Shut up and deal.

All right, Roy, don't get mad now.

Don't get mad.

Lillie Langtry was truly a great performer,

wasn't she?

I don't know.

And I guess no one around here will unless...

[GASPS] Mr. Roarke,

do you always sneak up on people like that?

Oh, I'm sorry if I startled you, Miss Barclay.

Mr. Roarke, I'm glad you showed up.

Oh?

I'd like to make a deal with you.

Deal?

Well, I'll give up my fantasy if...

if you'll help Roy.

TATTOO: Give up your fantasy?

But you've been dreaming about this for a long time.

And like my boss said,

you're very talented.

Thank you, Tattoo,

but if Lillie Langtry doesn't sing here tonight...

Roy's name will be mud for the rest of history.

Well, you cannot be held responsible

for Mr. Bean's boasting, Miss Barclay.

Still, [SIGHS]

legend does say that Lillie Langtry sang here once.

Hmm. I wonder how we could fulfill the legend...

as well as your fantasy.

Tattoo?

Here. This may give you an idea.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

ANDREA: Oh! Oh, dear.

All right.

Hold it right there, folks.

Oh, stop pointing that silly gun around

and go back where you belong.

You don't frighten us.

It's no use him sending you out here,

I am leaving and that's it.

You're gonna ruin Roy

if you don't sing at his place tonight.

How can anybody get ruined in Langtry, Texas?

Where do you keep that white wig?

The one with all the curls.

And the mask? The one you use in the poster.

It's in the trunk back there.

Open it up, driver.

I want the wig, the mask and that fancy dress.

Now, see here.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN 1: Disguising yourself as a butler.

Nice try, Jordan.

JIMMY: What are you talking about? Who are you guys?

MAN 2: We're trouble shooters.

You make trouble, we shoot you. Come on, out to the car.

I don't know, this is a big mistake.

I'm not going anywhere with you guys.

Out to the car.

JIMMY: I'm telling you guys, you're making a big mistake.

Take your hands off me! Take your hands off me!

I'm not the guy you want!

CASSIE: Godfrey? Godfrey, it worked!

They fell for it!

Everybody thought it was you singing and playing.

[CHUCKLES] Wasn't he great?

No one had any idea he was just moving his hands and lips

to the song from the Jordan Jams Album.

♪ When something gets in my way, I go round it... ♪

And you had Mr. Applebaum fooled completely.

Oh, he's a Hollywood producer. I'm trying to convince him

that Godfrey should play the part of Jimmy Jordan

in his TV movie.

Godfrey even looks like Jimmy Jordan,

don't you think?

Jordan's a little taller.

Well, come on, Godfrey, Applebaum wants to talk to you.

Where are you guys going, anyway?

Uh, no place.

Somebody must have made a mistake.

Yeah, right.

Now do you see why I didn't wanna play?

Just tell me what's going on.

Cassie, Godfrey,

on the way to the party

I ran into someone trying to deliver a telegram.

I took the liberty of accepting it

on behalf of Michelle.

Telegram, why?

Come on, let's get back to the party.

But, Godfrey...

Quiet, everyone, please.

I invited you today

because I want the people who are special to me

to be the first to hear the news.

Charles, will you join me.

I gathered you here...

to announce that Charles and I--

JIMMY: Excuse me.

Telegram for you, Miss Buchanan.

-Later, Godfrey. -Now.

[WHISPERING] Miss Buchanan.

Listen, everybody,

Charles and I aren't getting married.

The engagement's off.

Celebrate, everybody.

This is the happiest day of my life.

Eat something, you'll feel better.

Have you flipped?

Someone's taken over father's company.

It's back on its feet.

We can stay together.

I take it you and your business manager

had something to do with that telegram, hmm?

How else was I gonna get a raise?

Godfrey.

I have to speak to you for a minute.

Alone.

Of course.

What is it, Michelle?

Is something wrong?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Godfrey, but...

I'm going to have to fire you.

Fire me?

Why?

Because I...

Well, I'm starting to have this special feeling... for you.

For me?

What if, uh...

What if I'm having the same...

special feeling for you?

Are you?

It's the animal in me.

AMOS: I ever tell you boys about my date with Jenny Lynne?

[MEN LAUGHING]

You better shut up, Amos,

before I make up a new law to hang you.

Hey, Roy,

if you're claiming that Lillie Langtry snuck into town

just to see you,

who am I to say otherwise?

Judge Bean?

ANDREA: Gentlemen,

I couldn't bear the thought of leaving you disappointed.

JUDGE: Andrea.

You said you built that stage for the woman you love?

And only the woman I love will ever sing there.

JUDGE: Sing for us, Lillie.

ANDREA: This is a new song

that none of you have ever heard.

I'd like to dedicate it to my very dear friend,

Judge Roy Bean.

[CHEERING]

♪ They say that falling in love is wonderful ♪

♪ It's wonderful ♪

♪ So they say ♪

♪ And with a moon up above ♪

♪ It's wonderful ♪

♪ It's wonderful ♪

♪ So they tell me ♪

♪ I can't recall who said it ♪

♪ I know I never read it ♪

♪ I only know they tell me that love is grand ♪

♪ This thing that's known as romance is wonderful ♪

♪ Wonderful ♪

♪ In every way ♪

♪ So they say ♪

Forgive me.

Forgive you?

You saved my reputation.

You were great.

But I know how disappointed you must be

that you didn't hear the real Lillie sing.

Not even Lillie Langtry

could have sung prettier than you,

Andrea.

Goodbye, Roy.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

-Goodbye. -So long, Tattoo. Thank you.

-Bye, Mr. Roarke. Bye, Tattoo. -Goodbye.

-Bye, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye.

Bye, Tattoo.

Are you gonna follow them?

Yeah, well, those two hoods are still looking for me.

The butler cover worked once, I figure it will work again.

Besides, I've...

gotten pretty attached to them.

I've never been happier.

Thank you.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Duty calls.

Well, Miss Barclay,

it seems you were a great success.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

After playing Langtry, Texas,

my stage fright is gone for good.

And so, history will record

that Lillie Langtry once sang there,

but I expect

we'll soon be hearing more about one Andrea Barclay.

Oh, incidentally,

a friend of yours asked me to give you this.

Oh. [CHUCKLES]

Thank him for me, please.

ROARKE: I will.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

-Goodbye, Tattoo. -Goodbye.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]