Island in the Sun

Fleury, Maxwell Fleury.
Ah. Oh, so you are.
What do you want to do?
Make a contribution to the Belfontaine Fund?

- What?
- The fund-The Belfontaine Fund.

I want to talk to you... alone.
There's something that needs
settling between us.

I can't think what.
Anyway, whatever it is, let's do it inside.

- Are you expecting a girl?
- A girl? What would I want with a girl?

Excuse me.
Shall we go in here?
- Make you a whiskey?
- No.

No, I don't believe in chaps
drinking themselves to death.

Leave that for retired colonels.
Remember that song?
## [Singing, Off-key]
You know, I was once married, Fleury.
It was in hospital
in Tripoli during the war.

My wife fell in love
with a Polish musician...

and thought that the best thing
for both of us was a quick divorce.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Mean? Nothing. It's just a fact.

A second chance-That's what a man needs,
a blasted second chance.

Well, what was it needed settling?

- I want you to leave my wife alone.
- Your wife?