INT. SHEPHEARD'S HOTEL. NIGHT
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THE BALLROOM. A dance finishes.
Almásy takes over from D'Agostino to partner Katharine.
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The others remain on the terrace, deep in conversation. KATHARINE (as they dance): Why did you follow me yesterday?? ALMÁSY: What? I'm sorry? |
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KATHARINE: After the market, you followed me to the hotel. ALMÁSY: I was concerned. A woman in that part of Cairo, a European woman, I felt obliged to. |
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KATHARINE: You felt obliged to. ALMÁSY: As the wife of one of our party. KATHARINE (direct): So why follow me? Escort me, by all means. But following me is predatory, isn't it? |
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Almásy, by way of answer,
bears down on her. They dance, fierce, oblivious to everything.
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INT. THE MONASTERY KITCHEN. NIGHT
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CARAVAGGIO: You're in love with him, aren't you? Your Patient. Do you think he's a saint because of the way he looks? I don't think he is. HANA: I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with ghosts. So is he. He's in love with ghosts. |
CARAVAGGIO (he holds up his hands): What if I told you he did this to me?
HANA (stung): How could he have? When?
CARAVAGGIO: It's like he slammed a door in Cairo, and trapped my hands in Tobruk.
HANA: I don't know what that means.
CARAVAGGIO: I'm
one of his ghosts and he wouldn't even know it.
(shrugs) Ask
your saint who he is. Ask him who he's killed.
HANA (furious): Please don't creep around this house.
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