INT. THE DESERT. NIGHT
Almásy gets up and loads the flare with what is clearly the last charge. This time the effect is dramatic with A RED UMBRELLA OF LIGHT. Katharine comes up beside him. They wait, hope fading with the flare.
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KATHARINE (blank):
Geoffrey's not in Cairo.
(Almásy looks at her) He's not actually a buffoon. And the plane wasn't a wedding present. It belongs to the British Government. They want aerial maps of the whole of North Africa. So I think he's in Ethiopia. In case you were counting on his sudden appearance. |
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ALMÁSY: And
the marriage--is that a fiction?
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There's a beat. Katharine has a hundred answers. KATHARINE: No, the marriage isn't a fiction. The light from the flare fades on them and they stand in the dark. Suddenly on the far horizon, behind their heads, AN ANSWERING FLARE fireworks into the sky. |
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KATHARINE: Thank God. Oh thank God. There's excited shouting from the two fit boys. Then a distant reply. Almásy laughs with relief. ALMÁSY: It's Madox. He turns to Katharine. She shudders. |
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KATHARINE: Am
I K in your book? I think I must be.
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Almásy turns to her.
He runs the blade of his arm across her neck.
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