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(BELL RINGING)

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Lawrence.

(DANCERS LAUGHING)

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

(CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING)

LAWRENCE: Oh dear. We're not to endure a weekend return

to the mythical old West, are we, sir?

MR. ROARKE: No, Lawrence, no.

Mr. Billy Joe Prine of Baywood, Louisiana,

is anything but mythical.

He's a genuine country western singing star

with four recordings and a top 10 of the world.

Not including Beethoven,

Sibelius and Stravinsky, I'm sure.

But be that as it may, what's his fantasy?

Mr. Prine left his home 10 years ago,

determined not to return until he had achieved

the success he now has. However...

It's your "however"s that always intrigue me, sir.

However, he can find no trace of his family

or the girl he left behind.

His fantasy is for me to find them all

and bring them here for a surprise reunion.

LAWRENCE: Oh, I think I know that lady, sir.

MR. ROARKE: Well, I'm not surprised, Lawrence,

considering the amount of publicity she generates

wherever she goes.

That's Ms. Bryana Spencer.

LAWRENCE: Of course, the famous fashion designer.

MR. ROARKE: Yes.

And the gentleman? That's Mr. Spencer?

Careful, Lawrence, careful.

That is her husband, but he's rather sensitive

about being referred to as Mr. Spencer.

He is Mr. Fred Nelson,

master of ceremonies for the fashion shows.

They are here for a dual fantasy.

Her fantasy is for her husband to be as successful

in the entertainment business

as she is in the world of fashion.

And his fantasy?

Merely to recapture the love they shared

when they were first married.

Obviously a relationship in deep trouble.

I'm afraid it is, Lawrence.

I'm afraid it is.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

BILLY JOE: I'd given up hope, Mr. Roarke.

You see, Dad sold the farm

and nobody knew where he and my kid brother Junior had gone.

MR. ROARKE: You didn't know your mother had died Mr. Prine?

BILLY JOE: Well, I wasn't one for staying in touch.

And I'm ashamed to say, I didn't know until I saw her grave,

Lord rest her soul.

MR. ROARKE: But surely you phoned now and then, didn't you?

BILLY JOE: Well, look.

Dad wanted me to stay on the farm,

and of course, after the dressing-down he gave me

when I told him I was leaving,

well, it got to be a matter of pride, you understand.

So now, in a sense, you're going home

on your own terms, in triumph, is that it?

Maybe a little bit of that, but it's a lot more too.

You see, they're family, and I love them.

And I really have missed Dad, Junior...

And Miss Katie McCallum?

She was something special.

Said she'd love me always.

And I was going to send for her, but...

But the months and then years went by,

and the success you wanted still eluded you.

So, as you said, it got to be a matter of pride, huh?

Yeah, that's about it.

It doesn't make me a hero, though, does it?

Katie is here, isn't she?

You did find her.

Oh, yes, Mr. Prine.

I found all three of them, and they're here on Fantasy Island.

However, as you instructed, they know nothing

about your involvement in this.

They all believe they are here as winners

of some random selection vacation contest.

(CHUCKLING)

However...

You must remember, Mr. Prine,

that 10 years is a long time.

Life does go on, you know.

(CHUCKLING)

I'm counting on that.

Nobody can stay mad that long, not even at me.

Oh, come in, Mr. Roarke.

Lots of glitter and flair.

That's what the ladies will be wearing next.

Charming. I predict an even more dazzling future

for Spencer Fashions.

Oh, yes, Spencer...

That's my wife maiden name, you know.

My name's Nelson.

You're not going to the rehearsal soused, are you?

I was drinking plain tomato juice,

but of course, if you insist.

Won't you sit down, Mr. Roarke?

Oh, thank you.

Well, you've both come a long way

in a relatively short time, haven't you?

From two starry-eyed newlyweds

to owners of one of the most successful fashion houses in the world.

Thank you.

We've both worked very hard to make the business

into what it's become.

Actually, we were starving on the money I brought in

working fleabag clubs,

and then the owner of a boutique asked Bryana

where she got the dress she was wearing.

"I made it with my own two little hands," she said.

That's not very funny, Fred.

And then the kind man took pity on the poor waif

and ordered a dozen of them.

And that, dear friends, is how I eventually became known

as Mr. Spencer.

Oh, late for rehearsal.

It's been fun.

You see, Mr. Roarke?

You see?

He resents my anger at him

for not building something for himself,

and the reason that I started this business

was to earn enough money so that Fred would be free

to build a career in show business.

I seem to remember him trying very hard to do just that.

In the beginning, yes,

but then the designs started to sell

and the big money came rolling in,

and he gave it all up to emcee my shows exclusively.

And you're hurt because you believe your husband

has been living off your success.

Is that it?

Well, I... I want him to be his own man.

If that's truly what you want,

then you have to fight for it, just as hard as you fought

to build your business. Perhaps harder.

But it's worth it, Mrs. Nelson.

Excuse me.

What?

What are you doing here?

I came to visit, Dad.

You going to ask me in?

How about this place?

You like it?

You haven't answered my question.

I came to see you, Junior, and Katie.

All this is your doing.

You paying for it?

It was the only way, Dad.

I've been trying to find you for over a year,

and you didn't leave much of a trail.

I didn't mean to.

What do you want from us, Billy Joe?

I don't want anything, Dad,

except to be with you a couple of days,

make us family again, and I've got money now.

You want your farm back? I'll buy it for you.

And your mother.

Are you going to buy her back from the grave?

Well, I was wrong to stay away, Dad, and I'm sorry.

You always were your mother's favorite, Billy Joe.

Me and Junior, we took a back seat in her heart.

She never got over you leaving.

You never even come back to see her.

I scratched in the dirt for over eight years, Dad.

I couldn't let any of you see me that way,

and I sent money when I could.

Yeah, you sent money.

Maybe one day I'll tell you all about that.

All right, maybe asking forgiveness

might be a little bit too much,

but I'll take whatever I can get.

We'll make a try at it.

Well, that's good enough for me, Dad.

Go find Katie and Junior.

They're out here somewhere.

Hey, Dad...

It's good to see you again.

MAN: (SNAPPING FINGERS) All right, that's it.

Nice and easy, here we go.

Come on.

Whoa, slow it down.

Easy on the tempo, this isn't the Indy 500.

Here we go, now.

Nice and easy, on the tempo.

FRED: No, no. Hold it, everybody.

Flash is what we want.

Look, dazzling the buyer is much more important

than slowing this thing down so they can see every stitch.

Tempo, tempo.

Ladies and gentlemen, starring in Spencer Fashions'

evening of seduction, Marguerite.

Move it, move it.

(SNAPPING FINGERS)

Cleo...

And the incomparable Loretta.

You see, kiddo, that's what the buyers go for,

glitz and energy.

All right, everybody, hold it, hold it.

Let's all assemble right here

and talk this thing out, shall we?

Zip?

I beg your pardon?

Zip me.

With some trepidation.

I don't know what it is, sir.

I seem to attract women in distress.

Yes, Lawrence.

When you got it, you've got it.

(CHUCKLES)

Do we want it so up-tempo, Fred?

I was moving them slower until Mr. Spencer here

gave me a day at the races.

That Mr. Spencer gag is wearing a little thin with me, Dave.

I figure one more time ought to do it.

Everybody's so sensitive.

Come on, Dave.

Come on, we've got to talk about

tonight's cocktail party for the buyers.

Hey, wait a minute.

Darling, I thought this afternoon

was just going to be for you and me.

Oh, darling, it'll only be a half an hour.

I promise, half an hour.

Hour at the most.

DAD: Is there a woman in your life, Billy Joe?

BILLY JOE: None that look like these, Dad.

Hey, Pa, hey, you better get your swimming trunks on.

They don't allow no long john swimming here at this place.

(LAUGHING)

Billy Joe...

What the hell you doing here?

No, no, no, this whole vacation is his doing,

sort of a family reunion.

We don't need anything you're selling, Billy Joe.

So why don't you just leave us the hell alone?

I ran off once, all right?

But I'm not running anymore,

not from you, not from anybody.

Now, you boys get your backs down

and put a stopper on your pride.

The way you're both acting don't become your mother's memory.

Billy Joe!

-Billy Joe! -Katie!

Katie, you've done nothing but get prettier and prettier.

You haven't grown any warts yourself.

I was afraid by now you'd be married and have six kids.

She doesn't have any kids, Billy Joe.

She took the ring off to go swimming...

But she's married sure enough.

To who?

Me.

FRED: Not so many years ago,

we were here ooh-ing and ah-ing

about how perfect our marriage was going to be.

You never once looked at your watch.

I'm sorry, Fred.

I was just thinking about all the things we have to do

to get ready for the buyers' reception.

Things you have to do.

All I do is tag along and marvel at how big and important

my wife has become.

Oh, Freddie!

Freddie, I tore myself away

so we could have a few moments alone.

I am a businesswoman, but I try also to be your wife.

I love you, Bryana.

And I love you.

I've been a big disappointment to you, haven't I?

It's just that I think you can do so much more.

FRED: Hmm...

Maybe that's all there is.

Well, I guess it's time I raise the white flag,

give in, surrender.

What do you mean by that?

I mean I love you enough to take another shot at making it on my own.

If that's going to do it, then, that's it.

Do you really mean it?

When you kiss me goodbye when that plane docks this afternoon,

then I'll show you how much I mean it.

This afternoon?

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, but Fred, what about the fashion show?

What about it?

Dave can speak English,

which is all the talent it takes to emcee the show, right?

But all those press interviews.

You're so much better at it than he is,

especially with the really important shows coming up

in New York and Paris.

Can't you wait until after that?

Paris is next spring.

You want me to wait until then?

I really do have to go.

Let's discuss this later.

Now, wait a minute.

All that jazz about wanting me to be my own man,

for me to make it on my own, stop being your stooge.

What about all that?

It's just that you've got lousy timing, Fred.

Well, let's get right down to it.

I've already got the name you want me to have myself, haven't I?

Mr. Spencer.

That's not so.

Don't sweat it, baby,

I'm not going to walk out on a good thing.

I know which side my bread's buttered on.

(PLAYING PIANO)

I can't stay long.

Katie, what are you doing here?

I'm not sure.

Maybe it's because there's so many unanswered questions between us, Billy Joe.

Well, it's a little late for answers now, isn't it?

Is it?

Katie, you're married to my brother.

And whose fault is that?

He kept after me until I finally just said yes.

What difference did it make?

Katie, I'm sorry.

You were supposed to come back and get me, Billy Joe, remember?

I only waited five years.

I couldn't come back a nobody,

but I don't expect you to understand.

Well, good, because I don't.

You being a big star had nothing to do with us.

It wasn't you, it was me.

I had to prove to myself that I was something more than a redneck farmer

singing in some honky-tonk on the weekends.

And I wanted to see you again.

I hoped you were happy, and I still do.

You hope your brother is a better lover than you were?

Is that what you mean?

Well, I got a flash for you, 'cause he's not.

Katie, please.

You're the only man I ever loved.

And Katie, you're the only woman I ever loved.

I got to get back, Billy Joe.

You know that song that you were playing when I first came in?

Will you sing it for me?

Sure.

(KISSING)

(PLAYING PIANO)

♪ When I'm tired and cold

♪ And I just don't know who to see down here

♪ To keep me warm and tell my

♪ Troubles to

♪ I've been wandering 'round in this lonely town

♪ And I just can't see what's to keep me here

♪ It's empty

♪ Without you

♪ I'm going home

♪ Yes I'm

♪ Going home

♪ Big city weighing down my mind

♪ I'm going home

♪ Yes I'm

♪ Going home

♪ Wish I could go to stay this time

♪ I'm going home

♪ Yes I'm

♪ Going home

♪ LA makes me lose my mind

♪ I'm going home

♪ Yes I'm

♪ Going home

♪ Wish I could go to stay this time ♪

Mr. Roarke, I think I owe you an apology.

Oh, why?

For being a hypocrite,

for pretending to myself that I wanted Fred

to have some guts and to become a success.

You no longer want that?

Funny, I wanted it very much,

and I wanted it right up to the very moment

when Fred said he was finally going to take a chance

on breaking in a new act.

You know what?

The thought of waking up every morning

and not finding him there beside me

scared the hell out of me.

What do you really want, Mrs. Nelson?

I want to keep my marriage from being torn apart.

You see, I love Fred very much,

and I don't want to lose him.

Having him at your beck and call has been

a very comfortable situation for you, hasn't it?

On the other hand, if you, at this particular moment,

try to hold on too tightly...

You might lose him in an entirely different way.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Okay.

(HUMMING MUSICAL SCALE)

Not quite A-flat.

If you know what I mean.

Will you excuse me?

(HUMMING MUSICAL SCALE)

Yeah. How about that?

Terrific, Fred.

I love a musician.

-Oh, yeah? -Mmm-hmm.

How about those guys' wives,

give you those big time modeling jobs?

You love a guy like that?

Come on.

Everyone hustles a little bit, right?

And you're cuter than most guys I've met.

So that's what I am, huh?

-Mmm. -A cute hustler.

Fred, what's bothering you?

Guys who live off rich women.

Oh, then let's not talk about that now, hmm?

(WHISPERING) Marlise, come on, come on.

Mix with the paying customers, will you?

You're not on vacation.

Come on.

-I'll see you around. -I want you around right now.

Come on, Fred, you know the drill.

You got to keep the buyers

in a happy frame of mind for tomorrow night, right?

Right. Marlise.

Bug off, Dave.

(CHUCKLING)

Now Mr. Spencer's giving the orders.

Now, wait a minute.

From now on, from now on everybody,

anybody can call me Mr. Spencer.

Anybody but you.

BRYANA: Fred, leave him alone.

Are you crazy?

My name is Mr. Spencer.

Mr. Spencer.

DAD: Thanks for coming, Billy Joe.

Sit down.

I found this after your mother died.

It's all tucked away in a closet.

What is it, Dad?

This is your mother's scrapbook.

The front part is pictures, family, mostly you,

clippings of your singing jobs.

But it's the last pages that I want you to see.

You remember you mentioned money.

I told you that I'd tell you about it one day.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Well, it just so happens that this is the day.

I want you to take a good look.

That is the money that you sent your mother, Billy Joe.

Every last dollar of it.

I guess it takes the place of the birthday cards, the letters,

the other things you never sent to her.

BILLY JOE: But why didn't you spend it when you needed it?

DAD: Because we're not for sale!

My God.

The night I found this I could have killed you

with my bare hands...

But I... I got over that.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Well, the way things have turned out,

that's not going to be enough.

But being sorry, it won't...

Won't change anything unless...

Unless what?

Unless you change being sorry

into doing what's the right thing. Now.

What are you saying, Dad?

I am saying don't you see Katie again, Billy Joe.

And don't you do grief to any of us, especially yourself,

and if you can, you make peace with your brother.

In college I used to put on these little variety shows.

"Good evening, ladies and germs."

Stole everything from Uncle Miltie, it was awful.

Only one who ever laughed was Bryana.

She was there on a scholarship.

Brainy Bryana.

You know, that's very good.

Terrific.

And after we were married in New York, she sold dresses.

I worked at this comedy juggling act,

only nobody was buying funny jugglers in those days.

And nobody's buying them these days, either.

Nope.

Well... We're out.

That's it.

Waiter?

Fred, Fred, all the waiters have gone home, to bed.

-Mmm. -Speaking of bed...

Wasn't the whole idea of this evening

to make it a night to remember?

God, yeah.

Let's go to your place.

Mmm. Now, I've said yes to that several times,

starting six hours ago.

All right, you don't want to do that.

Let's go to the beach.

Fresh air, to cool off.

Believe me, Freddie, I'm as cool as I've ever been.

Now, wait a minute, let me help you up here.

Oh, oh, here...

(GRUNTING)

MARLISE: Uh-oh.

Huh? Oh... Oh.

When you didn't come home last night,

I thought an accident, maybe.

You know I, uh,

I thought all sorts of terrible things,

but I see I shouldn't have worried.

You're...

You're being well cared for.

Mmm-hmm.

Does this mean I'm fired?

BILLY JOE: You alone, Junior?

JUNIOR: I don't see no crowd.

Tennessee sour mash.

Yeah, I remember the first Saturday night dance.

You took a drink of this stuff.

Made you sicker than a dog.

But I didn't admit it, though, did I?

And I did stand up,

of course, not until you got me home.

I'm leaving tonight, Junior.

It was a mistake bringing you all here.

You know, Billy Joe, I remember something else

about them Saturday night dances.

The girls.

No.

I remember getting bullied around a little,

and you standing up for me, getting punched up pretty good for your trouble.

Yeah, me telling mom that I got these black eyes from playing basketball.

She tried to get the game banned from school for being too rough.

(CHUCKLING)

That was our mama.

God rest her soul.

Yeah.

So your mind's made up, then. About leaving, I mean.

Yeah.

Dad thinks it's best too.

No kidding?

Pa, after all these years eating his heart out,

fighting that damn family pride we all got...

Praying that one day you'd walk through that door,

then when you finally do, he thinks it's best you leave.

Thanks for telling me, Junior.

It helps.

What did I say?

Are you going to say goodbye to Katie?

No. You say goodbye for me, all right?

Well, now, what's all this about saying goodbye?

Who's leaving?

I am, Katie.

Some business came up I have to tend to.

But we've hardly seen you.

Well, always leave 'em wanting more.

That's show biz, kid.

At least you owe me a goodbye kiss.

So long, Billy Joe.

So long, Junior.

I'll get away as soon as I can.

No!

Your bungalow...

No!

Take good care of yourself, Billy Joe.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

FRED: ...ladies and gentlemen,

dazzling new collection of fall dresses

created by Bryana Spencer Fashions.

Turquoise, the color of my true love's gown

for a night in paradise.

Sunburst pink for an afternoon of romance.

And exotic beads to set his heart aflame

while she burns out her husband's bank account.

Okay, David, I think that'll do it.

We got this number down.

Okay, people, we'll get to the second routine

after a 10-minute break.

You better get some sleep tonight, sweetheart.

Your love life is showing.

Oh, bug off, Casanova.

(CHUCKLING)

I see Marlise is still here.

Does that mean I still have my job too?

I had a talk with her.

She's a great little conversationalist.

She told me nothing happened

between of two of you last night.

(CHUCKLES)

You believe that?

Yes.

Yeah, well...

Don't get too cocky, I was tempted.

You started to make a move, Fred,

and I rained on your parade

because I didn't want you to leave me.

I don't blame you for being angry.

I was selfish, and I'm sorry.

That's all right.

No, it isn't,

but it will be, as soon as you go out there

and prove to the whole world

what a talented performer you can be.

Wait a minute.

Is this a change of face here?

I'm setting you free.

If letting you go will prove to you how much I love you...

Then let's go for it,

because the most important thing in this whole world is us.

Do you really mean that?

DAVE: Bryana...

We need you.

Bryana?

Bryana?

All right.

I'll...

I'll be right back.

Wait here.

DAVE: If we break up the order, no one is going to notice.

Bryana's gonna solve this. Now, you just...

Bryana, will you please look at this here?

Fred, wait.

Well, it's your fantasy, Mr. Prine.

If you wish to terminate it, I will, of course.

Yeah, I think that's what I want.

I made arrangements, and I have a charter plane

coming in tonight to pick me up.

I see.

May I ask what changed your mind?

Only yesterday you were definitely headed in,

shall we say, another direction.

Well, I guess you could say it was

making contact with my dad and brother, Mr. Roarke.

You see, something inside us touched,

and now there's at least hope

that we can build something up between us again,

something good.

What of Mrs. Prine?

-Katie? -Katie, yes.

Well, she'll just have to get used to it.

She's a very attractive woman.

Yes, she is,

but as you pointed out, she is my brother's wife.

And whatever there was between us is over and done with.

Don't worry, Mr. Roarke.

I'm going to leave it like that.

I'm glad to hear you say so, Mr. Prine.

(CHUCKLING)

Things didn't turn out so bad after all, did they?

I understand a lot of things I didn't before,

and enough time will heal any leftover bad feelings.

Well, I sincerely hope everything works out as you think it will.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -You're very welcome.

Mr. Fred Nelson, sir.

Ah, Mr. Nelson, do come in.

Have a seat, won't you?

I thought you'd be rehearsing for tonight's show.

The situation has gone from bad to worse, Mr. Roarke.

Indeed.

I was hoping your fantasy to recapture the love

you and your wife once knew was being successful.

My fantasy is not the problem. It's Bryana's.

Her wanting you to become a success in the entertainment business?

Yeah, only that's never going to happen.

I've known from the beginning,

I simply don't have the talent to make it in the big time.

Are you saying you knowingly deceived your wife?

I mean, about your intention of breaking in a new act?

I was hoping she'd see that I'm just as important

to the business as she is,

but all she could think about was the business itself.

So now she says, "Okay, go," trying to be noble, but...

It's really the business she cares about.

Perhaps this is all just too complicated for you, Mr. Nelson,

since you and your wife have made a rather good life

for yourselves, why not accept things the way they are?

Try to understand this, Mr. Roarke.

If I stick around,

she'll start thinking just like David and Marlise

and all the others that I'm only there

because I'm hanging on to her skirt.

Then, Mr. Nelson,

tell your wife you accept her offer,

that you are quitting the show,

that you are leaving this afternoon to pursue your new career.

And she will say goodbye and good luck

and I'll never see her again.

He who never dares will never know what he might have won.

-Think about it, Mr. Nelson. -Mmm.

Think about it.

(PLAYING PIANO)

♪ If I sent a rose to you

♪ For every time you made me blue

♪ You'd have a room

♪ Full of roses

♪ And if I sent

♪ A rose of white

♪ For every time that I cried all night

♪ You'd have a room

♪ Full of roses

♪ And if I took the petals

♪ I would tear them all apart

♪ I'd be tearing up the roses

♪ Just the way you broke my heart

♪ And if some day you're feeling blue

♪ And you could send a rose, maybe two

♪ Don't send me a room

♪ Full of roses

♪ I just want

♪ My arms

♪ Around you ♪

I don't mind.

Katie, I'm sorry for what happened,

and I wish things could have been different,

but we can't change the past.

Maybe not,

but we can change the future.

But not for you and me.

Don't you remember how it used to be, the two of us?

Don't you remember, Billy Joe?

Yeah, but that's ancient history now,

and it doesn't matter.

Well, it matters to me.

Damn it, Katie, just get out of here

and go back to your husband where you belong.

Are you saying...

Are you saying...

That it doesn't burn your guts out

when you think of Junior and me together

like we used to be?

Well, I don't like it either.

Kiss me, Billy Joe.

BILLY JOE: It's not what you think.

I gave you my word.

MR. ROARKE: No more, Mr. Prine!

No more.

He's got it coming.

I give you my word.

It was a set-up.

Yes.

Look at your wife, Mr. Prine.

Look at her.

Damn you, Mr. Roarke!

I have waited a long time for this moment, and I want it more.

What are you saying, Katie?

I'm saying that you and Billy Joe owe me a debt,

and all I got was a down payment.

You know, maybe one day I'll read in the newspapers

that you killed each other.

Then I'll mark things paid in full.

Katie...

What'd I do?

I hate Billy Joe because he wouldn't have me,

and I hate you even more, Junior, 'cause you would.

I'm sorry, for all of us.

Cancel that debt, Mrs. Prine,

for your own good.

All it takes is...

Forgiveness.

Maybe one day, Mr. Roarke.

Maybe one day I'll be big enough.

Hey, little brother,

how about helping me clean my face?

I think I got punched up again.

Guess I'm going to have to babysit you from now on, huh?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Watch it.

Come on, get it together.

Oh, boy.

Come on, girls, do it right.

Ah, Mr. Nelson. Won't you join us?

I'd be delighted.

(DAVE CLEARING THROAT)

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

we call this collection...

Uh, scintillating. Scintillation.

Ladies and gentlemen, uh,

let me tell you, Bryana Spencer has really come up

with a bunch of winners in the dresses

you're seeing this evening.

Real snappy, huh?

I thought you'd be gone by now.

Well, I thought I would stick around for a while

and watch old Dave wow 'em.

He's putting everybody to sleep.

The performance does seem to lack, um, sparkle.

Don't you think?

Quite bluntly, sir, it lacks the presence of Mr. Nelson.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

that is it for the first half of the show this evening.

We will be back with the second half in a just a few minutes.

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Bryana, this is turning into a disaster.

Well, David, it's not enough just to show them the dresses.

You have to pitch them, you have to sell the buyers.

You're boring them to death.

I am a director, remember?

I tell other people how to move and be charming.

I'm just trying to save the show.

Why isn't Fred up there?

Well, because I want...

Because he...

I give up. Up!

It seems to me that disaster

is very easy to avoid, Mr. and Mrs. Nelson.

It is simply a matter of understanding each other's value

and contribution to something called Spencer Fashions

that couldn't exist without both of you working together.

He is...

(CLEARING THROAT)

He's right, you know.

We do make a great team.

I love you.

Partner.

And I love you.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Seduction.

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

Seduction, lovely lady.

You wear one of these gowns,

you won't have to worry about us coming home late from the office anymore.

All you'll have to worry about is getting around the house.

(LAUGHTER)

I'd order one of these if I were you.

Elegance, excitement.

A black, shimmering satin gown

topped with a beaded jacket makes this a must

for your next gala.

Smooth, sensual.

This dress of black sequins and silver beads

is our exciting special edition we call Fantasy.

The lady wears red.

This two-piece dress with the extra skirt

makes it versatile wearing for evening or cocktails.

Moth that fans the flame, ladies.

This multicolored butterfly

will fly into any man's heart.

He really is good, isn't he?

He's actually quite brilliant.

As a matter of fact, I'd say Mr. Nelson is the best salesman

Spencer Fashions will ever have.

FRED: Perfect for disco,

this burgundy silk georgette with silver beads.

That's our collection, ladies and gentlemen,

featuring beads and sequins this year...

And our lovely models,

Marguerite, Marlise,

Loretta, Cleo,

Valerie, Christine.

Thank you, lovely ladies, and thank you,

ladies and gentlemen.

-Darling. -Thank you.

Mr. Roarke, Lawrence, I want to thank you for all you've done.

That show was a smash.

I'm very glad to hear it went so well.

So much so, apparently, that Spencer Fashions

has reserved space for another show next year.

Yes, and we're delighted.

Correction, Lawrence. The name has been changed

to the fashions of Spencer and Nelson.

Thank you.

You're very welcome, Mrs. Nelson.

Goodbye, Mrs. Nelson.

-Thank you. -Mr. Nelson.

-Lawrence. -Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye.

Spencer and Nelson.

It has a ring about it, hasn't it, sir?

Yes, yes, and as long as they keep in mind

how much each of them is a part of the other,

their ring will remain on the third finger, left hand.

Mr. Prine.

Ah, the Prine clan together again.

You know that Mrs. Prine left early this morning.

Katie is already yesterday's newspaper, Mr. Roarke.

And we've got a lot of fence mending to do ourselves, especially me.

We'll get it done, son.

Together.

Maybe down the road a piece it'll be like Pa said,

we'll get her done.

MR. ROARKE: Splendid.

Oh, and don't forget to send me the copy of your new album

you promised me, Mr. Prine, hmm?

You got it.

Thank you.

-Thank you. -Goodbye, Mr. Prine. Gentlemen.

So long.

I didn't know you were a fan of country western music, Lawrence.

That's charming.