IN. BERMANN'S CAR. DAY
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Bermann is driving the lead
CAR along some STEEP DUNES. Almásy beside him. Bermann is peeling
AN ORANGE, a segment of which he holds out of the window. Kamal, riding
shotgun, leans down and collects it, his head dipping in to grin at
Bermann. Bermann looks uneasily at Almásy. He wants to tell him
of his passion, of his absolute love for Kamal, but he daren't.
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BERMANN: How do you explain? To someone who's never been here? Feelings which seem quite normal. ALMÁSY (compassionate): I don't know, my friend. I don't know. |
EXT. THE DESERT. DAY
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KATHARINE: I'll stay behind, of course. MADOX: Certainly not.
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KATHARINE: No, I insist. There clearly isn't room for all of us, I'm the least able to dig, and I'm not one of the walking wounded. It's only one night! Besides, if I remain it's the most effective method of persuading my husband to abandon whatever he's doing and come and rescue us.
It's hard to argue with this logic. Almásy shrugs. |
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LATER--THE MADOX CAR makes a more effective departure. Almásy watches it disappear then turns, uncomfortable, to see Katharine walk down the steep face of the dune toward the makeshift shelter. |
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