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20 The
Desert
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INT. BERMANN'S CAR. DAY
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.
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
KATHARINE: I'll stay behind, of course.
MADOX: Certainly not.
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.
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.