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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

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

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

[BAND PLAYS]

TATTOO: Boss, that lady looks happy.

Like she has no worries in the world.

MR. ROARKE: Oh, but she does, Tattoo.

Ms. Jean Harrigan is a nurse from Henning, Nevada.

She was recently divorced.

And her husband left her without any support.

So she alone has the responsibility

of caring for her mother and two small children.

Huh! So she come here to find a rich husband.

Oh, no, no, Tattoo. Ms. Harrigan is not the type of woman

who would marry a man just for money. No.

No. Her fantasy is to have one million dollars

to spend any way she wishes.

And I promised to deliver it.

So when this weekend is over,

Ms. Harrigan will either be very rich...

or very dead.

TATTOO: Boss, who's that cowboy?

MR. ROARKE: That, Tattoo, is Mr. Mickey Gilley,

a very good country western singer

who has been entertaining in the honky-tonks

of the southern United States for 20 years.

Boss, I'm a big fan of country music.

I never heard of him.

That is precisely his problem, my friend.

Oh, don't tell me,

his fantasy's to play the guitar like Roy Rogers?

Oh, no, no, no.

No. His fantasy is to be, if only for one weekend,

that big star headliner he's always dreamed of being.

Um, maybe what he needs is a good manager.

Yes.

Something exactly like that.

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

JEAN: Oh, Mr. Roarke, I can't tell you

what this is going to mean to me.

I've always tried to be positive about life, but...

when my husband left me, my mom, my kids, with nothing...

Well, it's been harder and harder to keep smiling.

Yes. Yes.

Um, do you recognize the man in this picture?

He looks familiar.

No, I can't place him.

His name is Mr. Phillip Camden.

The billionaire?

Yes. He's going to be Ms. Harrigan's benefactor.

You mean, he's going to give me the money?

Yes.

Why?

Well, Mr. Camden has always been a great philanthropist.

But in your case,

there's a more personal reason.

You'll find out when you meet him.

But, boss, no one has seen him for two years.

That is correct, Tattoo. Since Mr. Camden moved here,

on the other side of the island,

he's become a total recluse. He refuses to see anyone.

Except his lawyer and personal secretary.

Wow!

Well, if he wants to meet me, I'm willing to meet him.

Ms. Harrigan, I must warn you,

nothing in life comes to us free.

I have a feeling that Mr. Phillip Camden

may be hiding something from the world.

I'm not interested in his secrets, Mr. Roarke,

only in his million dollars.

Yes. Tattoo?

You will find one of our drivers waiting outside

-to take you there. -[MOUTHS] Thank you.

Thank you. [CHUCKLES]

[DOOR OPENS]

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ Someday Her riding will be over ♪

♪ They'll hang Her old saddle on the wall ♪

♪ And the sign below Will tell her story ♪

♪ Of the biggest Texas Heartache of them all ♪

♪ She's Texas heartache Number one ♪

♪ Lord And climbing ♪

♪ Breaking hearts With eyes of blue ♪

♪ She's Texas heartache Number one ♪

♪ Lord And climbing ♪

♪ Hey, cowboy She's a-walking all over you ♪

♪ I said, "Now, hey, cowboy ♪

♪ She's a-walking All over you ♪

[APPLAUSE]

[PANTING] Oh, Mickey, that was nice.

Oh, thank you, Tattoo. Thank you.

-[EXHALES] They love it. -Thank you.

TATTOO: Argh! I'm not in shape.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

-Thank you very much. -[APPLAUSE]

You'll be happy to know that Mickey will be happy

under my exclusive management

at the same club, very soon.

-So I hope you'll be all-- -Ahem!

[CLEARS THROAT] Boss, I can explain.

Yes. And when we are alone together in my office,

I assure you, I intend to give you

every opportunity to do so.

Exclusive management.

Is there anything wrong, Mr. Roarke?

Oh, no, nothing at all, Mr. Gilley.

Perhaps you should tend to your many other duties,

Tattoo, huh?

-Yes, boss. -Yes.

Tattoo, what about my fantasy?

Your fantasy will begin

at the proper moment, Mr. Gilley.

But there are certain, uh, arrangements

that must be carried out first.

None of which involved my, shall we say,

overly enthusiastic assistant.

[LAUGHS]

A little country hustle on his own, right?

[CHUCKLES] That's right, Mr. Gilley.

But there is another person

who is vital to your fantasy coming true.

Not a romance, Mr. Roarke.

That's not what I'm looking for.

Hardly that, Mr. Gilley.

No. The person I'm referring to is a Mr. Sherwood

who runs his own country western club

on the north shore of the island.

Smelling that sweet honky-tonk wine of success all these years

and never tasting any,

you don't know what this means to me.

Oh, yes, I do. I do, Mr. Gilley.

And now,

to make your dream of being a big star come true,

you must follow that pathway.

It will lead you to Mr. Sherwood's club.

Now, you'll find him a most accommodating man.

Now, he's expecting you, by the way.

But I must remind you,

your fantasy can be completed only...

Only... in his club.

Big star in a big club.

That's what I'm looking for. Thanks a lot.

Sherwood, here I come.

PHILLIP: Jean!

You look lovelier than ever.

That's all, Nigel.

We've met before, Mr. Camden?

Oh, you don't remember? Well, why should you?

Please call me Phillip, will you?

Come on, let's go talk in the study.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

-Please, sit down. -Thank you.

Six years ago,

I was at Lake Mead for a little fishing

and I had crucial business negotiations

going on in Las Vegas.

Well, suddenly, I received word

that they were ready to make a deal.

But on the way back, my car broke down

and a thunderstorm hit.

And I wound up hitchhiking in the pouring rain.

And then,

a very nice young lady came by.

That was you?

[CHUCKLES]

I can't believe it. I thought you were flat broke.

I was. I'd left my wallet in my car.

But then when I told you I had to get to Las Vegas,

you drove me to the nearest town,

you bought me lunch and a bus ticket,

no questions asked.

And now, I'm going to repay that kindness.

By giving me a million dollars?

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS]

This can't be the place.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Pardon me, sir, I'm looking for the owner.

-Guy name Sherwood. -Who's asking, sir?

-Me, Mickey Gilley. -I'm Sherwood.

And you are as welcome as a spring thaw in Texas,

Mr. Gilley.

You own this joint?

Oh, yes, sir. Every nickel of it.

It may not look like much, but, Mr. Gilley,

-now that you're here, look out. -I thought you had a big club.

Not this dump.

Wait a minute.

You're calling my club a dump? What's wrong with it?

Well, nothing a bulldozer wouldn't fix.

Look, you're here to sing, not criticize.

If there's something really wrong here, I'll fix it.

Dammit! There's not that much time in the world.

And I've only got one weekend.

It needs paint,

a new roof, air conditioning,

things for folks to do

so they'll stay around to hear me sing.

Even if they come in this place,

they'll take one look at it and run.

Mr. Roarke said we got to work together.

And I'm going to do it or bust. I suppose you just get

your music act together, Mr. Gilley,

and I'll take care of fixing my place

to suit your fancy taste.

Hey, don't worry about old Sherwood,

he gets a little excited every now and again.

Just we've all been anxious waiting for you to show up.

-Why? Who are you? -Well, my name is Johnny Lee.

I do a little singing around here.

The reason we've all been waiting is

you're supposed to get this place, maybe us, up on its feet.

I've got this good idea for a big finale.

When you get through singing your last song,

right after that, the band'll go right into a bluegrass thing.

And I'll jump up on the stage with you

and we'll do some clogging and close it out.

My star billing turns out to be in a cow shed,

and all you want to do is get in on the act?

Hey, man, go away.

Leave me alone.

-[GILLEY PLAYS NOTES ON PIANO] -ANNIE: Mr. Gilley? Mr. Gilley?

Excuse me. Mr. Gilley! [SCOFFS]

The only other deaf musician I ever heard of was Beethoven.

I've been yelling at you for five minutes.

Well, what for?

I've been waiting two days for you to get here.

I've got a song that's going to make you a big star.

Oh, no!

Don't tell me, you wrote it, right?

I tell you sure as my name is Annie Claudy.

And I'll bet a steer to a hamburger

you know a little fella named Tattoo, right again?

-Well, sure I do, but what-- -Annie,

I came here to be something I've never been before.

I sure never came here to be the answer

to everybody's prayer.

I'm sorry.

Go peddle your song to somebody else.

And tell Tattoo I said layoff.

ANNIE: This song is good.

I don't have to peddle it

to you or anybody else, Mickey Gilley.

Who needs you, anyway?

[MUFFLED GIGGLING]

Seeing you again is like a breath of fresh air.

Jean?

You know, it'd mean a great deal to me

if you stayed the weekend.

Not that you have to.

-I'd love to. -Oh, wonderful.

Nigel will show you to your room,

get you some clothing and whatever else

you'll need for your stay.

And I'll, uh, I'll see you again at lunch, all right?

-All right. -[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Well?

She's a nurse from Henning, Nevada.

-Then Phillip suspects? -I don't think so.

He's playing Santa Claus again to the tune of a cool million.

Not with our money, he isn't.

It isn't ours yet.

He'll be dead in a matter of days.

I've waited two long years to get that money

and make him pay for what he did.

Then, what do you suggest we do about his house guest,

poison her, too?

Always a...

last resort, darling.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

MR. ROARKE: I said I'd help you with your fantasy,

Mr. Sherwood, and I did.

I sent Mr. Mickey Gilley to entertain in your club.

I guess what I want is...

Well, my own special kind of Fantasy Island.

You know, everybody wants to play cowboy

some time in their life. But damn few ever get it.

I wanna give them that chance, do you understand?

Oh, yes, I do. But in my long experience,

you're the first to ever ask for a honky-tonk

to help people do it.

Most folks don't understand that honky-tonks are places

where people can forget their troubles for a while,

play at being something fun.

What I want to do is,

is be able to sell them instant happiness.

I mean, that's what they come in to buy.

What I'm looking for is...

Well, the secret of how to make a place like that a success.

Mr. Mickey Gilley...

is part of that secret, Mr. Sherwood.

If you say so, sir.

But your Mickey Gilley came to my club

with his nose in the air demanding this and that.

I plain can't get all those changes done by tomorrow night.

I mean, things he wants would take me months to fix up.

Mr. Roarke, I need help.

I see clearly your problem, Mr. Sherwood.

Fortunately, this is Fantasy Island.

But I must emphasize, you and Mr. Gilley

need each other to make both your fantasies work.

Meet me at your club in an hour,

and, uh, I'll see what I can do for you. All right?

All right.

-Very well, sir. -Thank you.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

-Hello -MARTIN: Hello. -LYDIA: Hello.

For you and your beautiful house guest, Phillip.

Thank you. Oh, Jean,

this is Martin Brody, my attorney.

-Hello. -How do you do?

And Lydia Bryant, my personal secretary.

-Hello. -Hi.

Phillip, I'm afraid we won't be able to join you for lunch.

There's an incoming overseas call

on the Concourse Steel merger.

And I'll be on the other line, as usual, taking notes.

-We'll see you later. -All right.

-Nice to meet you. -Thank you.

Please, sit down.

Now, tell me, Jean,

what do you plan to do with your newfound wealth?

Well, there's this ranch

I've been driving past for years.

And last month, it came up for sale.

And it's got a nice big house.

And my mom and the kids could have separate rooms.

And we could raise vegetables and maybe some chickens.

It would be like heaven.

A ranch? That's all?

No diamond earrings? No sable coats?

[CHUCKLES] I'd look pretty silly

mucking out a stable in a getup like that. [CHUCKLES]

-Argh! -Something wrong?

Argh!

No, nothing. It's...

It's just another headache.

I, uh...

I think I better go upstairs and lie down a little bit.

[PHILLIP GROANS]

Excuse me.

Let me help.

Oh! Please enjoy yourself.

Go for a swim, perhaps.

And I'll see you tonight at dinner.

I'll be fine.

[DISTANT EERIE MOANING]

Hello?

[SCREAMS]

Hi, Mickey,

I thought you were going to be at Sherwood's club?

What are you doing here? Is anything wrong?

Yeah, everything's wrong.

My fantasy is as big a joke as Sherwood's place is.

But you're a great singer and piano player.

Well, if I am, nobody's ever gonna find out around here.

Hmm. Maybe it's time we talk business together.

Oh, come on, Tattoo, we've already been through that.

Mr. Roarke cut off your water

so he could play his tricks on me himself.

Oh, Mr. Roarke would never do that.

Well, then you better keep your eyes on your help

because somebody is sure diddling me good.

Excuse me.

My, my. It's the man

with important things to do in his life, isn't it?

Maybe it's just a guy that does things the wrong way.

Well, this can't be this big star

of Sherwood's club talking, can it?

His club is a joke. And you know it.

Well, you can change that

if you're as good as Mr. Roarke says you are.

Or maybe you just don't care about people.

-And you do, of course? -Yes, I do.

And so does Sherwood. We care about people

who are alone in this world, and lonesome.

Or people who have known a lot of hurt

and are looking for someone to share that hurt with.

That's what Sherwood wants his club to be all about.

Well, it doesn't matter what I care about

because I'm taking the next plane home.

I just came over to apologize

and to say goodbye.

By the way, you talk nice lyrics.

Get somebody to put what you said to music. Okay?

I did. My husband.

What did you say wrong to Annie?

How do I know? Nothing's going my way

since I stepped on this island.

The boss is going to be very disappointed.

He was hoping that you'd like her.

I even struck out there, too. She's got a husband, you know.

He's dead.

He got killed in a car accident a couple of months ago.

It's very sad. Very sad.

JEAN: Oh, Mr. Roarke. Am I glad to see you.

Well, I knew you would not call

unless your reason was imperative.

It is. And thank you for coming so quickly.

MARTIN: No one comes here unless invited by Mr. Camden.

Well, I'm sure he'll make an exception

for Mr. Roarke and Tattoo.

There's someone or something locked in a room upstairs.

Something horrible.

Something horrible?

That's absurd. I think it would be best

for all concerned if you and your friends simply left.

How horrible?

I just want to know what's in that room.

Surely Ms. Harrigan's request isn't that unreasonable.

After all, instead of calling me,

she could've called the police.

All right.

Wait here. I'll get the key.

How horrible?

LYDIA: As you can see,

the room is and always has been empty.

It's certainly empty now.

Are you sure this is the room, Ms. Harrigan?

Yes, I am.

Why do they keep the door chained on an empty room?

Because Mr. Camden keeps valuables up here.

As for the chain on the door, it was here when he moved in.

We found no reason to replace it.

God only knows what you'll be hallucinating next.

Now, I really do think you should leave.

No.

Ms. Harrigan,

there may be certain and very powerful reasons

why it's best for you to leave. Now.

No. Not until I find out what's going on.

Is even a million dollars worth any risk, Ms. Harrigan?

It's not just the money, Mr. Roarke.

It's this feeling that something is terribly wrong.

-Something that needs fixing? -Yes.

I understand. But be careful.

Be very, very careful, Ms. Harrigan.

Boss, wait for me.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

[WOMAN WHIMPERING]

SHERWOOD: Shoot, Mr. Roarke, the place has to be bigger.

Plain and simple.

I mean, so there's something for everybody, not just cowboys.

We need shoe clerks,

lawyers, businessmen, housewives...

-Everybody. -All right.

All right, Mr. Sherwood.

Now,

close your eyes and visualize the club

as you would have it.

-[SCOFFS] Mr. Roarke? -Mr. Sherwood,

please, close your eyes.

Concentrate.

That's right. That's right.

I believe you now have what you need, Mr. Sherwood.

Open your eyes, please.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS]

[PINBALL MACHINES JINGLING]

Now, this is more like it.

While you're on a roll, give me a couple of those

mechanical bucking bulls I've seen once...

I think we may have something here.

Indeed we do, Mr. Sherwood.

We have Gilley's.

Well, now, all I need is my star performer.

Boss? Boss? Boss?

Yes? Yes? Yes? What is it, Tattoo?

It's Mickey Gilley.

He told me to tell you that to heck with his fantasy,

he wants to take the next plane and go back to Texas.

Well, he can't do that.

My fantasy won't work without him, you said so.

[PINBALL MACHINES JINGLING]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

I really am sorry about the trouble

I caused this afternoon,

but there was something in that room.

I know there was.

LYDIA: We thought it'd be nice to toast Jean's good fortune

-and your generosity, Phillip. -Ah, what a good idea.

-Cheers. -LYDIA: Cheers.

He barely touched it.

Don't worry, darling,

I doubled the dose this time.

Tomorrow morning,

you'll fly away to your new life,

and I'll never see you again. I'll miss you.

Why does it have to be that way?

You can go anywhere. You can be with anyone you want.

Oh, I wish that was true.

Why isn't it true? Why do you have to stay here?

PHILLIP: I can't say, Jean, I'm sorry.

Phillip, tell me. I want to help.

Please let me be your friend.

I'd like you to be so much more than that.

[GROANS]

-What's wrong? -These headaches!

JEAN: You all right now?

I've been very ill.

Very ill, Jean.

That's why I wanted to see you again,

to touch...

the most decent thing in my life that I've ever known.

[GROANS]

-I'll take him to his room. -No.

-He needs to be in a hospital. -Mr. Camden

-doesn't like hospitals. -But I'm a nurse.

We've been taking care of Phillip for a long time.

We know what he needs.

[PHILLIP CONTINUES GROANING]

JEAN [INTERNALLY]: This kind of sudden attack,

it's not logical. Something must be causing it.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

They're poisoning him.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

-[DOOR SLAMS SHUT] -Mr. Roarke, I'm leaving

first thing in the morning because nothing's worked out.

But giving you the benefit of the doubt,

you may've thought Sherwood's club

was what I had in mind, well, it's not.

But, Mr. Gilley,

there have been changes made since you saw it.

What kind of changes could Sherwood

possibly have made in one afternoon?

It would take the Lord himself a whole year.

[LAUGHS] I'm afraid you vastly underestimate

Mr. Sherwood's potential, Mr. Gilley.

I saw his potential sitting near empty

out there in that jungle and not even termites

will go inside.

Very well,

if you don't even wish to go look at the changes

in the club,

then I'm prepared to cancel your fantasy.

And give you your money back, of course.

Mr. Roarke, I want this fantasy so bad,

I can taste it. And you know that.

Well, that being so, Mr. Gilley,

do you wish to take one more look or not?

Tonight? Right now?

Well, I guess maybe one more look wouldn't hurt.

I promise you it won't hurt a bit.

-[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING] -[LOUD INDISTINCT CHATTER]

See what I can do for you Mr. Gilley?

How the hell did you do it?

It wasn't easy.

This might interest you.

Got them all over the island for tomorrow.

Of course, if you leave,

some folks are going to be disappointed.

Well, listen, as long as you're here,

you might as well look around.

Sherwood, I'd love to look around,

but I can tell you in four words how I feel.

Un-be-lie-vable.

[CHEERING]

-Damn, that's smarts. -Real nice, cowboy.

[MICKEY LAUGHS]

Hell, a guy could live in here if he didn't have to sleep.

I think maybe that's the secret I've been looking for.

I think maybe that's it.

Well, I'll admit it,

you've built the dangest honky-tonk

that ever escaped men in Texas.

I've been thinking a lot about Texas.

Maybe we'll talk about that later.

I think I've done my part, Mr. Gilley.

Now, the saddle's on your back.

Find some musicians

and put a show together for tomorrow?

And you think I can't?

You just start selling tickets.

-Hi. -[MOANS]

I've been trying to get to you all night,

but they had you locked in.

Listen to me.

Lydia and Martin have been poisoning you.

Oh, no. [CHUCKLES]

That's impossible. Lydia wouldn't do that.

Not after what I've done for her sister.

Oh? Is that who you've been keeping locked up

in the other bedroom?

Please, Phillip, I just want to help.

Her name is Madeline.

She's my wife.

Your wife?

PHILLIP: She's hopelessly insane.

I keep her here

so Lydia can take care of her, be with her.

Well, if she's ill, she should be in the hospital.

We've tried everything.

The best psychiatrists, the best neurosurgeons,

they all say the same thing. Madeline is incurable.

Lydia blames me for the accident.

What accident?

Madeline...

was always high-strung and easily disturbed.

It was a condition that grew worse and worse

until two years ago, she flew into a rage

over nothing.

I tried to control her, but she ran away from me,

and she fell down the main stairs.

-[SCREAMS] -PHILLIP: Somehow,

the injury that she suffered

locked her into a nightmare of continual fury.

Lydia says I could have stopped her.

No. It wasn't your fault. It was an accident.

You see, Madeline always loved it here on the island.

And I've been hoping against hope that by keeping her here,

making sure she was well cared for,

that eventually she'd be all right.

[WHISPERING] Oh, shoot. You did everything you could.

Listen, they're watching your door.

As soon as it's dark, we've got to get out of here.

Jean...

just in case...

I want you to know now...

I love you.

-Well, he's dying, all right. -[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

What are we going to do about the girl?

It's time for Phillip's little secret to come out.

-Don't you think? -Lydia, no.

Look,

let me just drive her back to the hotel

-and give her the money-- -She can't leave.

She knows, darling.

She can't ever leave.

MICKEY: ♪ Someday Her riding will be over ♪

♪ They'll hang Her old saddle on the wall ♪

♪ And the sign below Will tell her story ♪

♪ Of the biggest Texas Heartache of them all ♪

Take five, fellas. I'll be right back with you.

Mickey, this lovely lady has got a song,

and she says it's real good. And I want you to hear it.

Are you telling me to look at it?

Oh, just suggesting, first.

Well, as long as you're suggesting. Okay.

Annie, I sort of was hoping you'd come back.

Even if I were plugging my song?

I admire persistence right up next to a good-looking woman.

Annie, come on up.

Come on.

Nice.

Now, I want your honest opinion.

Okay.

It's real nice.

Of course, all that really matters

is what those folks out there think.

Like me, they want to hear something

to make them forget all about having to go home alone,

or that love affair gone wrong.

Do you think my song can do that, Mr. Gilley?

Annie, I'll give it my best shot.

Just you be here tonight, promise?

[PLAYS PIANO]

LYDIA: I'm sorry, Maddie,

I'll never do this again to you, I swear it.

-[MADELINE WHIMPERING] -But that girl

that Phillip brought here, she's to blame.

She made me do this.

But now,

now's your chance to get even, Madeline.

Now's your chance to make her pay

for coming here,

for making me lock you away,

for making Phillip forget how he destroyed your life.

This is your chance for revenge, Madeline.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

LYDIA: You kill her! You kill her!

Kill her!

[SHRIEKING]

MARTIN: Where are you taking him?

JEAN: I'm taking him to a hospital.

MARTIN: You're not taking him anywhere.

JEAN: I know what you've been doing.

You've been poisoning him.

Come on, Phillip.

MADELINE: You! You!

[SCREAMING] You! You!

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING CONTINUES]

[MADELINE SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING IN PAIN]

-LYDIA: Madeline! -MARTIN: Lydia, no.

Please, no! No! Please!

We gotta get out of here before the whole place blows up!

-[LYDIA SCREAMS] -Come on!

[FIRE CRACKLING]

MICKEY: ♪ She's Texas Heartache number one ♪

♪ Lord And climbing ♪

♪ Breaking hearts With eyes of blue ♪

♪ She's Texas... ♪

Well, Sherwood,

you have a sell out for Mr. Gilley's big night.

Big night for everybody, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I'm delighted you're pleased.

More than pleased. Thoughtful too.

-Very thoughtful. -Oh?

-Oh, yes, sir. -[MICKEY CONTINUES SINGING]

I don't see any real reason why,

when I get back home to Houston, Texas,

with a few months of hard work, why I can't build me

a Gilley's just like this. Maybe even bigger.

That seems feasible.

Of course, you and Mr. Gilley

would have to continue working together as a team.

Well, now, that may take some doing.

But with careful management,

Mickey Gilley's music and a little something

for everybody, who knows.

Splendid idea, Mr. Sherwood. Splendid.

I'm so glad you thought of it.

♪ She's Texas Heartache number one ♪

♪ Lord And climbing ♪

♪ Hey, cowboys She's a-walking all over you ♪

♪ I said, now, hey, cowboys She's a-walking all over you ♪

[APPLAUSE, CHEERING]

Ladies and gentlemen, this next song is a mighty special number.

I would like to dedicate it to the little lady

who helped write it. Are you here, Annie?

There she is, ladies and gentlemen,

MS. Annie Claudy. Let's hear it for her now.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

♪ You give your hand to me... ♪

[WOMEN CHEERING]

♪ And then you say hello ♪

♪ And I can hardly speak ♪

♪ My heart is beating so ♪

♪ But anyone can tell ♪

♪ You think you know me well ♪

♪ But you don't know me ♪

[WOMEN MOANING]

♪ For I never knew ♪

♪ The art of making love ♪

♪ Although my heart Ached with love for you ♪

♪ Afraid and shy I let my chance go by ♪

♪ A chance that you Might love me too ♪

♪ You give your heart to me ♪

♪ And then you say goodbye ♪

♪ I watch you walk away ♪

♪ Beside that lucky guy ♪

♪ You'll never, never know ♪

♪ The one that loved you so ♪

♪ No, you don't know me ♪

♪ You'll never, never know ♪

♪ The one that loved you so ♪

♪ No, you don't know me ♪

[WOMEN MOAN]

[CHEERING]

[APPLAUSE]

Hey, Johnny Lee, come on up here and let's get it on.

-[APPLAUSE AND CHEERING] -[WHOOPING]

♪ Diggy Diggy La And Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ A one, two, three And here we go ♪

[BAND PLAYS]

[DANCERS WHOOPING, WHISTLING]

♪ Diggy Diggy La And Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Fell in love At the Fais Do Do ♪

♪ The pop was cold And the coffee chaud ♪

♪ For Diggy Diggy La And Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Diggy Diggy La And Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Everyone knew He was her beau ♪

♪ No one else Could ever show ♪

♪ So much love For Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

Ho! Ho!

[WHOOPING CONTINUES]

♪ That's the place They make romance ♪

♪ Where they do The Cajun dance ♪

♪ Steal a kiss With every chance ♪

♪ Show your love With every glance ♪

♪ Diggy Diggy La And Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Everyone knew He was her beau ♪

♪ No one else Could ever show ♪

♪ So much love For Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Finally went To see her pa ♪

♪ Now he's got A pappa-in-law ♪

♪ Move out Where the bayou flows ♪

♪ And now he's got A little Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Diggy Diggy La And Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Everyone knew He was her beau ♪

♪ No one else Could ever show ♪

♪ So much love For Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

Ho!

[DANCERS WHOOPING]

Thank you.

Hello.

How come you're still smiling after all you went through?

Well, you'd be smiling too if you were a millionaire.

Though it's not going to be easy to forget

what happened to Madeline.

Oh, she's finally found peace, Ms. Harrigan.

Try to think of it that way.

What about her sister and Mr. Brody?

They are both under indictment for attempted murder.

And Mr. Camden is recovering quickly

at a fine hospital on the mainland.

I know, I talked to him this morning.

He's going to fly out to Nevada when he's well enough

and help me with the negotiations

on the ranch I'm buying.

You know, Ms. Harrigan, you came to Fantasy Island

to receive a gift.

But you've given the richest man in the world

something no amount of money could ever buy.

-What's that, boss? -Life, Tattoo, and freedom

from the nightmare that had become his prison.

Enjoy your new wealth, Ms. Harrigan,

you've earned it.

Well, Mr. Gilley, Mr. Sherwood,

I understand you're going back to Houston, Texas together?

That's right, Mr. Roarke,

we've got a few differences to settle,

but we're going to work them out.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

The important thing is Gilley's is moving to Texas.

Oh!

Did you hear about that song promoter

who was here last night?

He wants to publish Annie Claudy's song.

Yes, we're mighty glad about that, too.

Mr. Roarke, thank you so much.

You're very welcome, Mr. Sherwood.

-Tattoo. -Bye.

And I want to especially thank you

for introducing me to Sherwood. You saw what he did

to that club in just one day.

-I know. -But, boss?

-Shh. -All the others,

recording people, managers, promoters,

they all blew smoke at me.

But this guy Sherwood, he works miracles.

Just don't tell him I said so.

All right, Mr. Gilley.

-But, boss? -He's right, Tattoo.

In his own way, Mr. Sherwood does work miracles.

And I predict that soon, very soon,

everybody will be going to Gilley's.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ Finally went To see her pa ♪

♪ Now he's got A pappa-in-law ♪

♪ Move out Where the bayou flows ♪

Now he's got A little Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Diggy Diggy La And Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

♪ Everyone knew He was her beau ♪

♪ No one else could ever show ♪

♪ So much love For Diggy Diggy Lo ♪

Ho!

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