INT. ALMÁSY'S ROOMS. LATE DAY.
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They embrace, he lies over her, considering her naked back. ALMÁSY : I claim this shoulder blade--no, wait--I want--turn over--I want this! He turns her over, kisses her throat, then traces the hollow indentation. |
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ALMÁSY :
This place, I love this
place, what's it called--this is mine! KATHARINE (teasing) : I thought we were against ownership? (Almásy acknowledges the irony) |
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I can stay tonight. The luxury of this makes them both sad. The duplicity. Almásy rolls away onto his back. |
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ALMÁSY
Madox knows, I think. He keeps talking about Anna Karenina. I think it's his idea of a man-to-man chat. It's my idea of a man-to-man chat. KATHARINE This is a different world--is what I tell myself. A different life. And here I am a different wife. |
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EXT. SPICE MARKET. CAIRO. DAWN
The MORNING PRAYERS rise out from the city's three Minarets. They stop at a stall, which is just preparing open for the day. Katharine examines the collection of SILVER THIMBLES, picks one up.
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ALMÁSY : It's full of saffron, just in case you think I'm giving it to you to encourage your sewing. He points it out to the MERCHANT who gives him a price. Without comment, Almásy produces the money and, beaming, hands the thimble to Katharine.. ALMÁSY : I don't care to bargain |
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KATHARINE : That
day, had you followed me to the market?
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ALMÁSY : Yes,
of course.
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KATHARINE |
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ALMÁSY : Yes. Yes. (shrugs) Absolutely KATHARINE : Oh dear. |
EXT. CAIRO STREET. DAWN.
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Katharine takes leave of Almásy
on the street corner away from the hotel entrance. They don't kiss.
There's a moment when their hands brush, linger, then she leaves him
at the top of the stairs and disappears.
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