Island in the Sun

I know exactly
how young Templeton feels.

Eighteen months military duty
in the Middle East.

Desert, fleas,
not a woman in miles.

How do you do?
How are you?
No need for you
to stand guard, my boy.

I'll hold the fort.
You start campaigning.

Thank you, sir.
Oh, no, no. I can't go in.
I haven't been invited.

I can't crash a party
at Government House.

But you can...
if you're with David Boyeur.

I'll say you're my cousin.
What difference does it make?

It makes a difference to me.
If I go in, I go in as Margot Seaton.

If I have to leave,
I'll leave as Margot Seaton.

That's all right with me,
if that's the way you want it.

Well, it may get you
into trouble with the governor.

Me? Trouble with the governor?
Templeton needs me
much more than I need him.

Do you really want me to go?
Yes, I do. You're an idiot to be afraid
of those people up there.

- What for?
- [Horn Honking]

Do you mind
getting out of the driveway?

We're going in.
All right.
But I warn you, you may regret it.

What do representative girls
in their early 20s...

drink at the beach
in Santa Marta, Colonel?

- Rum swizzles, I believe.
- Rum swizzles?

Tomorrow afternoon then?
With a thermos full of rum swizzles.

Excuse me.
There's my father.

Ah, there you are.
I was beginning to think
my secretary had forgotten to invite you.

- Your Excellency, Miss Margot Seaton.
- How do you do?

Will you excuse me?
There's an American journalist
here I'd like you to meet.

I'm sure you've explained
how dangerous I am.