(BELL TOLLING)
- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Lawrence.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles!
(♪♪)
LAWRENCE: I believe that's
Audrey and Judy Jennings, sir.
Sisters, of course.
Yes, Lawrence, they have
arrived at the conclusion
that nobody ever takes
a pretty girl seriously.
LAWRENCE: And
what is their fantasy, sir?
To show the world that, uh,
they are more than
just pretty faces.
Not to mention figures.
And there'll be no
unexpected complications?
I didn't say that, Lawrence.
Their fantasy may well
have all those elements
so dear to your heart.
Perhaps, even more.
Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Wilson.
They don't seem like
the happiest couple
to arrive on Fantasy Island.
Yes, Lawrence.
Mrs. Wilson is worried
because her husband
has never been able
to satisfy his ambition
to be a dancing star
like his childhood idol,
the great Bojangles.
LAWRENCE: A
lofty ambition indeed.
And his fantasy, sir?
Mr. Wilson's fantasy is to
make up for all the years of failure
by dancing, not like
Bojangles, but, uh...
actually performing with
the great entertainer himself.
And why should such a
fantasy distress Mrs. Wilson?
Because she fears
her husband's fantasy
will k*ll him.
And she may be right.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
And now, ladies, uh,
don't you think
it's time to explain
why you really came
to Fantasy Island.
Mr. Roarke, you
know what we want.
We want to be taken seriously.
But isn't what you really want
a little more
complicated than that?
Your true fantasy is not so much
that the world
take you seriously,
but that you take
yourselves seriously.
To truly accept yourselves
as competent people.
Not just, uh, pretty
faces. Isn't that it?
Look, nine out of ten men
think that every woman
with a nice face
and a good figure is...
just a bimbo.
And we're not bimbos.
Certainly not.
You'll never prove that
with a feeble attempt
to disguise yourselves
with a pair of glasses
and a scarf.
Haven't you surrendered
before the battle
has even begun?
-(BOTH BEGIN TO
LAUGH) -ROARKE: Hmm?
Bravo, ladies. If
you've got it, flaunt it.
ROARKE: In the case
of the Jennings sisters,
you're absolutely
right, Lawrence.
And now, ladies, um...
Oh, don't bother unpacking.
Put the bags in
the car, will you?
Lawrence and I will pick you up
in precisely...
minutes.
Be prepared for a new adventure.
Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson... It
is obvious you two disagree
over the advisability of
this fantasy, don't you?
Right. Look, Mr. Roarke,
Joe has a heart
about as reliable
as a kid sending home
money from college.
Dori, I'm sure Mr. Roarke
doesn't stay in business
k*lling off his
customers, right?
Right.
Excuse me, sir.
You've had
opportunities, Mr. Wilson.
Dancing in a chorus
line or in specialty acts
is just as strenuous
as dancing alone.
So, it hasn't been only
your heart condition, has it?
I don't know, uh, what
it's been, Mr. Roarke
Uh...
Luck, maybe.
Being in the right
place at the right time.
Maybe just getting a break.
You know what I mean?
I see.
Well, you are now
on Fantasy Island.
So, you're in the right place.
Perhaps, your fantasy itself
will provide what you call...
Luck.
Dori...
I want you with me.
That's got to be
part of it, Mr. Roarke.
In that case, um...
Will you be kind enough to
step through that doorway?
What, that door?
Yes, hmm.
(JAZZ PIANO AND TAP
DANCING) (LAUGHING)
MAN: A lil stop-time.
(LAUGHS)
Ooh, yessir.
Stop.
Oh, that's him!
That's him, Dori!
That's Bojangles!
That's it. That's it.
Now, that's exactly
what I want to happen, see?
- Wow...
- Mr. Roarke did it, Dori.
We're back when
Bojangles was alive.
AUDREY: Thank you.
Oh...
This place is so
beautiful, Mr. Roarke.
Yes, you will be staying at
the North Shore Hotel, ladies.
Managed for me by
Mr. Rex Reinhardt.
Wait a minute.
You mean the Rex
Reinhardt who used to play
the jungle man character
on TV when we were kids?
Oh, yeah. People used to call him
the "Bargain Basement Cowboy."
I suggest you forget
that appellation, ladies.
Mr. Reinhardt is
rather sensitive about it.
Howdy, Mr. Roarke.
Well, it's good
to see you again.
Good to see you.
Uh, may I introduce
Miss Audrey Jennings.
Well, how-d'ya-do?
And her sister,
Miss Judy Jennings.
How do you do?
ROARKE: Mr. Rex Reinhardt.
Well, Mr. Roarke...
What have you
brought me here, huh?
Two, beautiful
little fillies, huh.
Two, very talented young ladies
seeking new horizons
and new opportunities.
Can you sing?
Uh-huh... One other
thing. Can you talk?
Oh, yes. When we
have the chance.
Quite charmingly, I might add.
Well, all right,
Larry! Right, yeah...
And how 'bout you, honey?
Yes, I talk.
And I remember, too.
Like, when I was a little girl
and you were on TV, and
people used to call you...
Ah, yes, Miss Jennings, yes.
And now, Mr. Reinhardt...
As you can see, both
ladies have voices, um...
Larry and I must
return to our duties.
And I'll see to it that they
don't give me any trouble.
And vice-versa, Mr. Roarke.
Yeah, especially vice-versa.
-(LAUGHING) -REX: Come with me,
- and I'll show you your bungalows.
- AUDREY: Okay.
-Come on. -(g*nsh*t)
AUDREY: Oh, my God!
(HORRIFIED) Oh!
(JAZZ DRUMMING)
(JAZZ PLAYING) (TAPPING)
♪ The good guy is the only
cloud I have over my head
♪ And when I'm weary
Mother Nature makes me a bed
♪ Oh ♪
A lil stop-time.
(LAUGHS)
It looks so easy.
No visitors, sorry.
Oh, you're Joe Wilson.
Yeah, that's me, but,
uh, how did you know?
Your agent, uh... Some
cat named "Roarke"
sent Bojangles your picture.
(CHUCKLING) That's me.
You as good as this
letter says you are?
He's better, mister.
That's what they all say, lady.
(APPLAUSE)
Hey, you guys take
five, huh? Marvelous.
Yeah, yeah, you gotta
be Joe Wilson, huh?
I know you, but...
I don't think I know who
this pretty young lady is.
(LAUGHING) I'm Doris Wilson.
I come with him.
We're matched-paired...
-Mr. and Mrs. -(LAUGHING)
You, uh... You don't know
what this means to me.
I, I mean, actually...
If what I've heard from
your press agent is true,
you gonna be doing
a number with me
in this motion picture
that we're making.
I only ask one favor.
You be nice to an old man, now.
Oh, no, I saw you out
there. Are you kidding?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Let's see what the man can
do. Seeing is believing, Bo.
Yeah, you're right about that.
But, uh, we got time for that.
- I wanna steal your husband for a minute.
- Oh...
I want you to meet some of the
musicians, some of the best in the world.
My husband is a nice
man, and he's paid his dues.
You know what I mean?
I paid my dues too, Mrs. Wilson.
years dancin' in joints,
washing dishes in between gigs.
Bojangles said this was
gonna be my big chance...
'til he got this letter
'bout your husband.
I hope you understand.
Rex.
I just heard what
happened. Are you alright?
Yes, I'm fine, Hawk.
I'm fine, thanks.
This is my pal, Hawkins.
He's head of
security around here.
This is Audrey and
Judy, the Jennings sisters.
- Hi.
- They're gonna be putting on
a show for us tonight.
I wanna check into
this. So, we've gotta talk.
Well, later on will
be soon enough.
Old Hawk here and myself,
we go back many years.
He was my stunt double
for me on my show.
I couldn't get
along without him.
Your taste is certainly
improving, Mr. Reinhardt.
This is the Jennings
sisters, Mr. Childress.
Hi...
Why don't you both
call me "Charles?"
(CHUCKLES)
- Charles Childress, the author?
- Yes.
You wrote Chained
Lightning, didn't you?
CHARLES: (CHUCKLING) Guilty.
I've read every
one of your books.
Well, ladies, you're
wasting your time
if you're discussing literature
with the present company.
I suspect the last thing
Mr. Reinhardt ever read
was a biography,
Bargain Basement
Cowboy. A tragedy.
That's a cheap sh*t. It
was a hatchet job of a book
and I don't like to
be reminded of it.
Ah, yes, I know. I know.
'Til later, ladies.
(CLEARS THROAT)
That man's got a hate
going for me and...
I don't know why.
(JAZZ PLAYING)
That's good, gentlemen.
Thank you very much.
Well, Joe, if you're ready,
come on up here and
show me what you can do.
-Yeah, sure. -Okay, then.
You just let it
all go this time.
You can do it. Go ahead.
All right. Now,
you know the guys
and the guys know you.
-Have fun. -Okay.
I'll be over here watching.
Okay, let's have
it, uh, right in here...
(HUMMING THE b*at)
(JAZZ PLAYING) (TAPPING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Relax. We're having fun.
One, two, a-one-two-three-four.
(MUSIC STARTS AGAIN)
(MUSIC STOPS)
I don't feel so good, you know?
Maybe I'd better get some air.
-Let him go. -But he looks sick.
He looks real sick.
Maybe he needs a doctor.
No doctor can cure
Joe's problem, Bo.
But thanks for caring.
I was just thinking.
Mr. Roarke said
that he understood
what we really wanted.
Yeah, to take ourselves seriously,
so that other people would, too.
And then he said to be
ready for an adventure.
And Rex got sh*t at.
And Mr. Childress made all
those cruel remarks about him.
Yeah. And what about
Hawkins, the old stunt double pal?
I don't trust him.
No, me neither.
Where was he when
that g*n went off?
And if we are serious...
and, uh, this is the
"adventure" he meant.
Well then, you and I both know the
easiest way for us to do a little homework.
Yeah. By, uh, being bimbos.
You got it.
You all right?
I been lookin' an hour for you.
I'm sorry, hon. I... I
had to be by myself.
Look, Dori...
About what
happened back there...
ROARKE: Just what
did happen, Mr. Wilson?
-Mr. Roarke! -Oh, Mr. Roarke.
Am I glad to see you.
Apparently you had some problem
with your fantasy?
Um...
-It's not going to work. -Oh?
No, uh... Look, um...
The heck with the
rest of the fantasy.
I met Bojangles.
Oh, that's more than I
could have ever hoped for...
But that's good enough.
Is it? Ah...
How do you feel
about that, Mrs. Wilson?
After all, you were against
your husband's fantasy
from the beginning.
Leaving things as
they are, is that, uh...
good enough for you, too?
No. It isn't.
Dori?
I mean, you were the one that was worried
about me having another heart att*ck.
You know... I
almost did! I, uh...
Well, you were there.
It wasn't your heart giving out
back there on that stage, Joe.
It was your guts.
That's what it's always been.
ROARKE: What your wife is
trying to tell you, Mr. Wilson,
is that if you die, it won't
be your heart that kills you.
It will be your fear.
JUDY: Reach, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight.
Jog, two, three,
four, five, six, seven...
- And work, two, three, four...
- (LAUGHS)
All right. Do it again!
Pretty good.
So, are you here to research
a book, Mr. Childress?
Oh, no, no, no... Why
don't you call me Charles?
I'm here on vacation and hoping
to get away from it for a little while.
Hoping to meet someone.
Like you.
I have to tell you. This
is so exciting for me.
I once read an interview
with you where you said
your first novel was
your favorite one.
Well, it was my favorite, too.
Well, we seem to have an
awful lot in common, don't we?
(LAUGHS)
There's something that I've
always wanted to ask you, Charles.
And now I can.
I never did understand why
Lucy refused to marry Renaldo
at the end of the book.
What was her motivation?
Well, actually, I wrote
that book a long time ago.
And I may have told
an interviewer that...
it was my favorite.
But, actually...
I can't remember
it all that well.
You can't remember
why Lucy said, "no?"
Surely, I'll tell
you later, but...
Now, shall we talk about you?
JUDY: All right, guys.
Let's take a break.
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING) You're good, Judy.
Well, thank you. You're
pretty good yourself.
Did you used to
be an actor, too?
No, I just did stunts.
I stood-in for Rex.
I bet he wishes you
were still standing-in
when whoever it was
took that sh*t at him.
No way! Judy, gal. Mmm-mmm.
I couldn't afford to
lose the old boy here.
(CHUCKLES) He
holds this place together.
-(JAZZ PLAYING) -(APPLAUSE)
-Here we are. -(DORIS SIGHS)
Hi.
Well, you're the hit of
this show, Bojangles.
Oh, you...
Oh, you mean all the
people just applauding,
and recognizing, and everything?
You think I like that?
Well, don't you?
- You damn well right I do.
- (ALL LAUGHING)
Let me tell ya something, Joe.
For a man that didn't
have two nickels
to rub together
for most of his life...
You know...
Well, it's like throwing
the rabbit in the briar patch.
(LAUGHING)
Come on. What do
you want to drink?
JOE: Well, what are you having?
Oh, I pass man. I
can't drink that stuff.
A fire starts down
here somewhere.
But that doesn't stop
my friends from it.
I'd love to watch you drink.
- Well, I'd like some wine.
- Well, make it two.
There you go.
My man, get me a big
bottle of champagne
and bring it for my friends.
You know, I like you young guys.
I really do.
I'm gonna tell you something.
Well, we're listening.
Well, when I finish the
movie I'm making now...
I'm gonna hang it up.
Hang up the dancing shoes.
- You mean, you're retiring?
- Yeah.
It's too much, man. You know,
sweating all the time, and...
my hands shaking, juice
running out of my knees.
You know...
You can't quit over that.
You're not just some
guy who dances, Bo.
I mean, you're, um...
the living hope
for all the skinny little
kids with big dreams.
You know, guys
dancing on street corners
wearing sneakers and
using, uh, using bottle cap tops
for taps, you know?
What you're
saying then is, uh...
I'm giving up on
myself? That I'm quitting?
I, I don't know
what else to say...
(SIGHS)
Pardon my Latin.
It's just that...
Giving up on
yourself and quitting...
Isn't that what you
did this afternoon?
You got an answer for him, Joe?
♪ No love could
be better than this
♪ No man could make me think
♪ More like an angel
♪ When I see you beside me
♪ each day
♪ I know heaven's
just a heartbeat away
♪ Heaven's just a
heartbeat It's a heartbeat
♪ Heaven's just a heartbeat away
♪ Your love makes
my heart b*at away
♪ You say it's all up to me
♪ If I say the word
we could learn ♪
You certainly have
a winner, Reinhardt...
(CHUCKLES) ...for a change.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah. Yeah.
♪ Then you say...
♪ I know heaven's
just a heartbeat away ♪
If anything, "too" good.
What is that supposed to mean?
I mean, they could be
playing "top club" anywhere.
Reno, Las Vegas...
I wonder what
they're doing here?
♪ Heaven's just a heartbeat away
♪ Heaven's just a
heartbeat It's a heartbeat
♪ Heaven's just a heartbeat away
♪ Your love makes
my heart b*at away
♪ Heaven's a heartbeat...
♪ ...away ♪
(APPLAUSE)
Bravo! Bravo!
Sure was a lot of
fun tonight, wasn't it?
Yeah, they were
a great audience.
- I'm a little tired. But, you know...
- I know...
Woops!
Well, I know I locked it.
Sure, Audrey.
Well, I'm glad I don't have
any jewelry worth stealing.
-(WHISPERING) Judy wait! -What?
(g*nsh*t)
Make it swing.
You give 'em the tempo.
(SOFTLY) All right.
Okay, fellas, uh... Let's
take it up about here...
(HUMMING TEMPO)
(JAZZ AND TAPPING)
(PANTING)
I just can't do it.
I'm telling you,
we were sh*t at.
I don't understand it. First me,
and then these
two little fillies.
It's too dangerous
for you to stay here.
It would seem that you
ladies do need protection.
Perhaps, it will be best for
you to come back with us.
-Absolutely. -Not!
What?
We don't need to
be bailed out of this.
We can handle it ourselves.
I agree.
We can handle it.
There are a couple of other things
that happened that are strange too.
Yes, that's right. My gold watch
was stolen and my diamond ring
last night.
And you know what that's
worth? A half a million.
Dollars?
Well, that's what the Ali Khan
said when I won it from him.
If there are any
further problems,
I'm afraid I'll have to take action
from my end, Mr. Reinhardt.
No, that's not gonna be
necessary, Mr. Roarke.
Old Hawk, here...
He can handle it.
And so can we.
Very well.
Look Rex, we can
handle it, and we can help.
I mean, really,
Charles Childress
doesn't know the first thing
about his biggest selling book.
He's a phony. A phony
who hates your guts.
I think you girls might have
something on this Childress character.
I'm gonna check him out.
(CHUCKLING)
You know, there's a lot more
to you gals than meets the eyes.
And that's saying something.
Look, Aud, we have
one solid fact to go on.
He didn't write those
books. So, he isn't Childress.
So, who is he?
Hey, you think you can keep
Childress busy while I get into his room?
Do bees like honey?
(LAUGHS)
Thank you.
Uh...
Charles...
I really would like for you
to see my new number.
I mean, that way I can
get an expert opinion on it,
and, uh...
I'd know if I was
right about it.
(HUMMING A SHOW TUNE)
(GIGGLES)
(CONTINUES HUMMING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(STILL HUMMING)
Hm... So, that's
what he's up to.
(STILL HUMMING)
Come on now, darling.
My room is far better than this
for what we should be doing now.
What should we be
doing, Mr. Childress?
You've got to be kidding.
"Mr. Childress," with the
biggest come-on since Cleopatra?
You mean, you liked my number?
What the hell is going on?
What are you really up to?
How're ya, babe?
I guess I owe you,
uh, some kind of...
explanation, right?
Yep. I'd say you do.
I don't know what to say, man.
(SCOFFS)
Then, let me say it for you.
Joe, it's not just being scared.
I mean, you're...
You're feeling
sorry for yourself.
Well, maybe I've got my reasons.
Like what?
Well, like, uh...
No breaks, huh?
- And then there's the old...
- Oh yeah, yeah...
The heart att*ck.
Yeah.
And that gives you a chance to
build it up and keep building it up...
until you really don't know whether
you're any good or not, right?
You been talking
with Doris, right?
Mm-hmm.
It's damn easy for
you to say, though, Bill.
I mean you don't
know what it's like
wondering if you're gonna
drop dead the next minute or not.
Now, you listen to me.
Maybe I'd love
wondering about it.
What are you talking about?
Well, um... You
remember last night,
when I told you about
the fire down here?
Lots of people have ulcers.
I'm afraid it's a little
bigger than ulcers.
Yeah, it's big, it's
mean, and it's...
something that no doctor
can do anything about.
And it's gonna get me.
Next week, next month...
Meanwhile it's down
there, and it's growing.
Getting bigger and,
um, just biding its time.
I, uh...
I don't know what to say.
Point is, I can't
let it get me down.
I mean, those kids, the
people that you told me about.
I can't...
I can't quite on 'em.
I can't quit on me.
No matter how much I wanna
feel sorry for myself. I can't do it.
And I don't think
you can either.
Can ya?
No.
No, Bill.
I didn't think you could.
Now, come on. We'll go back
there, and we'll do it again.
And we're gonna lay
down some kinda iron.
Come on.
AUDREY: Judy!
Judy, are you in there?
(KNOCKING)
Hello, Audrey. Come on in.
Hi.
What made you think
that Judy was here?
Well, she was with Childress
just a little while ago and...
(DOOR OPENING)
CHARLES: I know when
somebody's gone in here,
which is why I want
you as a witness.
I told you.
What is this?
-Hawk! -I'm doing my job, Rex.
You know this guy's passport?
It says he's Eddie C. Bass.
Now, does that sound familiar?
Who's Edward C. Bass?
Why, honey, he's the dirty rat
who wrote that lousy story about me
that almost drove me
out of the business.
Take it easy, Rex.
Oof!
Oh, boy, did that feel good.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, where's Judy?
I'm right here, Mr. Reinhardt.
Why you two are the damndest
team of gals I've ever seen.
Listen, Hawk, you
oughta use these two.
These are great lil fillies.
They'd make great detectives.
I don't get it.
Mr. Hawkins knows I was in
the closet when he came in.
I saw everything.
Like what?
Like him planting Rex's gold
watch in Mr. Childress' coat pocket.
Hawk, what's this all about?
It's fadeout time,
Rex, for you...
And you, too.
I'm sorry. Both of you.
Why?
I got a letter last week
from an old friend...
The producer of your show.
He said he couldn't live with
himself anymore because how you lied
when we were up for the
same role in that series.
Wrong.
No, no. He didn't
tell you the truth.
He told me the truth. He told me
that you didn't have the star quality.
Or whatever it was
he was looking for.
Well... (SCOFFS)
It doesn't matter
really, anyway.
I have the diamond ring.
It's worth a half
a million dollars.
And I have my own patsy
lying right there on the ground.
Look, Mr. Hawkins...
You haven't committed
any crime yet.
Mr. Reinhardt will give
you that ring, won't you?
Yes, I will, Hawk. And
no strings attached.
That sounds like a bargain
you couldn't pass up.
- It's a nice try, honey, and you too.
- JUDY: Audrey, now.
Oof!
Ow!
When did you two get here?
Just in time for me to
eat my earlier words.
I would say those two gentlemen
take you both very
seriously, indeed.
And now, do you?
Mister, from now on...
everyone's gonna take the
Jennings sisters seriously.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Joe.
It's okay, honey. It's okay.
Now, you just get out there
and do what you gotta do.
-Okay? -Okay.
Gentlemen.
(SNAPS THE TEMPO)
(JAZZ PLAYING)
(TAPPING)
All right, go ahead!
(LAUGHING)
It's gonna be all right.
He's gonna be all right.
Yeah! Alright.
Oh! All right!
(SWOONING) Oh...
(CHEERING)
- All right! All right! Yeah!
- (ALL CHEERING)
(APPLAUSE)
BOJANGLES: Yeah!
-Come on. -Where we going?
-Home, where we belong. -But...
Get on up on that stage, Harry.
Come on, man, this is gonna
be your big break after all.
Joe, I'm... What
do I tell Bojangles?
Go tell him that you're
good. And then, uh...
(TAPPING)
Show him, kid.
All right. Come
on. Come on, baby.
(LAUGHING) That was
great. Did you see that?
Oh! I can't believe it.
Will you tell me
what's going on?
Well, I did it. Baby, I did it.
Oh, thanks to you... Thanks
to you. You are so beautiful.
And, uh... Uh, thanks
to Bojangles, huh?
And thanks to Mr. Roarke. Yes!
No more feeling
sorry for myself, huh?
No more... No, I did it!
(LAUGHING) I know I could do it.
I knew I could dance back there.
But that's another
time, another place, huh.
Right now...
Right now, I'm just glad
to be here with you, hm.
Oh, Joe. Joe...
Mr. Wilson?
I'm sorry, but, uh...
Your fantasy's over.
Yeah, I know.
How about a little, uh, a little
traveling music, Mr. Roarke?
-And... -(JAZZ PLAYING)
How did I do, Mr. Roarke?
Just fine, Bojangles.
And thanks to you, Mr. and Mrs.
Joe Wilson are going to be just fine too.
That's good.
I'm never gonna finish
this motion picture.
But then you know that,
don't you, Mr. Roarke?
Yes, I know. I'm sorry.
Ah...
Well, I've got no regrets.
Do what you gotta do.
It's said, "a man has
already achieved immortality
"if he's remembered and
loved years after his death."
I congratulate you.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
(SIGHS)
Take care.
You too, Bojangles.
(LAUGHS)
♪ The sky is the only roof
♪ I have over my head
♪ And when I'm weary
♪ Mother Nature makes me a bed ♪
Thank you.
Mr. Roarke, Lawrence...
You're the first to know.
Joe's gonna open a dance studio.
Congratulations, Mr. Wilson.
Yes, a splendid idea.
You'll make a fine teacher.
Yeah, well, I'd like to pass on some
of the things that Bojangles taught me.
You know, and not just
about dancing either.
He would have liked that
very much, Mr. Wilson.
- Yes.
- Well, thank you. Thank you very much.
-You're very welcome. -Lawrence.
- Goodbye, Mr. Wilson.
- Goodbye, ma'am. Goodbye, sir.
Bye.
I still say you were
taking a bit of a risk, sir,
letting him dance
with his condition.
Sometimes, Lawrence,
taking a chance is the
safest thing you can do...
if you know what I mean.
I presume you're looking
for the Jennings sisters?
As a matter of fact, I was, sir.
Well, they're not going
back to the mainland.
You see, they found just the place
to accomplish what they want in life,
together.
To work at something
and be taken seriously.
In the "Bargain Basement
Cowboy's" employ, sir?
Exactly.
They decided to
invest with Cowboy Rex
in a resort of their very own.
And I suppose they'll be in charge
of security, as well as entertainment?
How did you guess?
I knew you'd be so
happy for them, Lawrence.