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.
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.
KATHARINE : Any minute now, he'll find out, we'll barge into someone--it will kill him.
ALMÁSY : Don't go over it again, please.
He takes her hands, lays his cheeks into them. She pulls her hands away as she makes for the exit. He calls after her.
ALMÁSY : Katharine--
He looks toward her, his smile awful.
ALMÁSY : I just wanted you to know. I'm not missing you yet.
She nods, can't find this funny.
KATHARINE : You will. You will.
Then she turns sharply from him and BANGS her head against the bleacher support, staggers at the shock of it, then hurries away.