EXT. AMBASSADOR'S RESIDENCE. NIGHT
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Later, and now MOST OF THE GROUP ARE DANCING. We see Katharine dancing with Rupert Douglas, enjoying herself. Bermann is there and even Madox--jogging and grinning foolishly. Clifton looks at Katharine, who, as the dance ends, excuses herself to go to the cloakroom. |
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Almásy hovers in the
shadows, unseen.
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INT. AMBASSADOR'S RESIDENCE. NIGHT
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Katharine comes along the
familiar warren of rooms and corridors and is suddenly confronted by
Almásy, tortured and out of control.
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ALMÁSY: Why were you holding his collar? KATHARINE: What? |
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ALMÁSY (mimicking
her inflection): What?
That boy, that little boy, you were holding his collar, you were gripping
his collar, what for?
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Is he next? You going to drag
him into your little room? Where is it? Is this it?
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KATHARINE: Don't
do this.
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ALMÁSY(pressing her against the wall) |
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I've watched
you--I've watched you at garden parties, on verandahs, at the races--how
can you stand there? How can you ever smile? As if your life hadn't
capsised? |
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KATHARINE: You know why. You know why. ALMÁSY: Dance with me. |
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KATHARINE: No. ALMÁSY (tracing her shoulder blade): Dance with me. I want to touch you. I want the things which are mine. Which belong to me. |
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KATHARINE (sobbing):
Do you think you're the only
one who feels anything? Is that what you think?
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