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33 Almásy's
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INT. ALMÁSY'S ROOMS. LATE DAY.
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.
ALMÁSY
: This place, I love this place, what's it called--this is mine!
(Katharine doesn't know)
I'm going to ask the king permission to call it the Almásy Bosphorus.
KATHARINE (teasing) : I thought we were against ownership?
(Almásy acknowledges the irony)
I can stay tonight.
The luxury of this makes them both sad. The duplicity. Almásy rolls away onto his back.
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.
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.
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
KATHARINE : That day, had you followed me to the market?
ALMÁSY : Yes, of course.
KATHARINE : (loving him, but frightened) : Shall we be all right?
ALMÁSY : Yes. Yes. (shrugs) Absolutely
KATHARINE : Oh dear.
EXT. CAIRO STREET. DAWN.
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.