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EXT. ITALIAN HILL ROAD. LATER --and there's still chaos as two SAPPERS (Bomb Disposal Squad) work on the road ahead. One of them, a SIKH, wears a turban. |
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EXT. ITALIAN HILL ROAD. DAY
KIP, the Sikh Lieutenant, and HARDY his Sergeant, explore the road ahead of the becalmed convoy, using saucer-like METAL DETECTORS and HEADSETS. Kip is young, lithe, contained, utterly focused as they inch along the debris-strewn road. He stiffens as he registers metal. With a bayonet he carefully scrapes at the mud-caked surface. Something GLEAMS. Suddenly, A PAIR OF FEET walks across his vision as HANA HURRIES PAST, walking carelessly up the road. It's so surreal that neither man registers at first, and then Kip is shouting.
Now Hardy is shouting for her to stop. Hana looks around.
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Hana stops. Hardy gingerly follows her footsteps. HARDY (as he approaches): Good, that's good, just stay still for me and then we'll be fine. He arrives at Hana. Then grabs her. He'd like to slap her face.
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HARDY: What are you doing? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? By way of answer she looks at the ground ahead of her feet. Jan's BRACELET lies in the mud. Hardy bends down and collects the mangled bracelet, presses it into Hana's hands. |
EXT. CONVOY SITE. ITALY. DUSK.
Hana has settled beside the Patient's stretcher. She draws herself up against the night. On the hill above, she can see the outline of A SMALL MONASTERY in the moonlight. She's suffering, her face a frozen mask.
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The Patient laces her fingers into his crabbed hand. |
INT. HANA'S ROOM. THE MONASTERY. DAY
| A smaller upstairs room, completely bare. As Hana tugs off her uniform, she looks out of the window to see the departing Convoy. A cotton dress goes on over her head and she emerges looking suddenly younger and rather fragile. |  |
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Through the damaged floor of her room she has a view of the Patient below her. She looks at him. Now she has scissors an starts to cut off her hair, not aggressively, but in a gesture of a new beginning. |
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