EXT. BASE CAMP AT POTTERY HILL. MORNING
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As Clifton prepares to leave in the Steerman, Almásy approaches. ALMÁSY: Clifton, safe journey. CLIFTON: You too. Good luck! |
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ALMÁSY : Clifton--it's probably none of my business--but your wife, do you think it's appropriate to leave her? CLIFTON : Appropriate? ALMÁSY :Well, the desert is--for a woman--it's very tough, I wonder if it's not too much for her. |
CLIFTON: Are you mad? Katharine loves it here. She told me yesterday.
ALMÁSY: All the same, were I you, I would be concerned--
CLIFTON: I've known Katharine since she was three, we were practically brother and sister before we were man and wife. I think I'd know what is and what isn't too much for her. I think she'd know herself.
ALMÁSY: Very well.
CLIFTON (laughing it off): Why are you people so threatened by a woman?!
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Almásy watches him walk toward the plane, then turns to see Katharine, a distant figure, watching.
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He doesn't move.
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She doesn't move.
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INT. MONASTERY LIBRARY. DAY
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Hana stands at the PIANO.
It's still lopsided, propped against the wall. She tries but can't move
it. So she pulls off the dust sheet and, with the instrument still on
a tilt, begins to pick out the aria from Bach's Goldberg Variations.
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