INT. OPEN-AIR CINEMA, CAIRO. EVENING
LATER and Katharine and Almásy sit stiffly under the bleachers while the main feature--a Busby Berkeley revue--plays in the background. Finally, Katharine gets up.
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KATHARINE : I'd better go now. Say goodbye here. ALMÁSY : I'm not agreeing. Don't think I'm agreeing, because I'm not. They stand, awkward. Katharine rehearses her position. |
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KATHARINE : Any
minute now, he'll find out, we'll barge into someone--it will kill him.
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ALMÁSY : Don't
go over it again, please.
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He takes her
hands, lays his cheeks into them. She pulls her hands away as she makes
for the exit. He calls after her.
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ALMÁSY : Katharine-- He looks toward her, his smile awful.
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ALMÁSY : I
just wanted you to know. I'm not missing you yet.
She nods, can't find this funny. |
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KATHARINE : You
will. You will.
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Then she turns sharply from him and BANGS her head against the bleacher support, staggers at the shock of it, then hurries away. |
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