[song] Sleep in heavenly peace Music
[ All ] Happy Christmas!
[ Men ] [song] God save our gracious king [song]
- Have you seen Katharine? - What?
- It's Clifton under here. - Oh.
- No, I haven't. Sorry. - [ Sighs ]
[song] Send him victorious [song]
Darling, I just heard.
You poor sausage. Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm just too hot.
Lady H thought you might be pregnant.
I'm not pregnant. I'm just hot. Too hot, like you.
I'm sweltering, in fact.
Come on, I'll take you home.
Can't we really go home? I can't breathe.
I am dying for green. Anything green, or rain.
It's Christmas and it's all-- Oh, I don't know.
If you asked me, I'd go home tomorrow. If you wanted.
Darling, you know we can't go home. There might be a war.
Oh, Geoffrey, you do so love a disguise.
I do so love you.
Mmm.
- What do you smell of? - What?
Marzipan. I think you've got marzipan in your hair.
No wonder you're homesick.
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
[ Breathing Heavily ]
Is it you?
What?
If I said "Moose"--
Moose? Who the hell's Moose?
I look different.
Why shouldn't you?
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
I heard your breathing.
I thought it was the rain. I'm dying for rain.
Well, I'm dying anyway, but l--
I long for the rain on my face.
First wedding anniversary, what do you call it?
Ha, I don't know. Paper?
Is it? I don't know.
Paper.
- [ Typewriter Clicking ] - Paper?
Darling, it's me. Listen, I'm sorry, something's come up.
- Oh, no. - Now don't sulk. I'll be back tomorrow evening.
I'm going to sulk, and I'm not moving till you get back in.
Promise? That's good.
Okay, my sausage, I love you.
- I didn't know you were going anywhere. - I'm not.
I'm going to surprise her. It's our anniversary. She's forgotten, of course.
What's the symbol of your first anniversary? I should get something.
Is it cotton or paper?
Your first anniversary? I thought you two'd been married for donkey's years.
We've been friends for donkey's years. Best friends.
She was always crying on my shoulder about somebody.
I finally persuaded her to settle for my shoulder. A stroke of genius.
- Moose, are you there? - Yes.
- First anniversary. Is that cotton? - Uh, is what cotton?
First wedding anniversary.
Your first anniversary is... paper.
- Stop. - This?
S-- Stop here.
- Here? - Just stop right here.
Yes, Sir.
[ Katharine Speaking Arabic ]
[ Chanting In Distance ]
Music [ Phonograph Plays Foreign Song ]
This-- What is this?
- Music [ Continues ] - It's a folk song.
- Arabic. - No, no, it's Hungarian.
My daijka sang it to me.
When I was a child growing up in Budapest.
It's beautiful.
Hmm.
What's it about?
Szerelem means love.
And the story-- Well, there's, um,
this Hungarian count.
He's a wanderer. He's a fool.
And for years he's on some kind of a quest for...
who knows what.
And then one day, he falls under the spell of a mysterious English woman,
a harpy, who beats him and hits him.
And he becomes her slave and he sews her clothes and worships--
Stop! Stop it!
Stop! You're always beating me.
- Bastard. - [ Laughing ]
You bastard! I believed you!
You should be my slave.
Music [ Song Continues ]
I claim this shoulder blade--
No, wait. No, I want-- Turn over.
I want this, this-- this place.
I love this place. What's it called?
This is mine.
I'm going to ask the King permission to call it the Almasy Bosphorus.
[ Giggling ]
I thought we were against ownership.
I can stay tonight.
Madox knows, I think.
He keeps talking about Anna Karenina now.
I think it's his idea of a man-to-man chat.
Well, it's my idea of a man-to-man chat.
Music [ Song Continues ]
This is a different world, is what I tell myself.
A different life.
And here I'm a different wife.
Yes.
Here you are a different wife.
Music [ Song Continues ]
Oh, they're darling. What are they? Thimbles?
Yes, and they're quite old.
It's full of saffron.
Just in case you think I'm going to give it to you to encourage your sewing.
[ Arabic ]
I don't care to bargain.
That day, did you follow me to the market?
Yes, of course.
Shall we be all right?
Yes.
Absolutely.
Oh, dear.
[song] And dancing cheek to cheek [song]
[song] Oh, I love to go out fishing [song]
[ People Chattering ]
[song] But it doesn't thrill me half as much [song]
[song] As dancing cheek to cheek [song]
[song] Dance with me [song]
- [song] I want my arms about you [song] - [ Sighs ]
[song] The charm about you [song]
[song] Will carry me through to heaven [song]
[song] I'm in heaven [song]
[song] And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak [song]
[song] And I seem to find [song]
[song] The happiness I seek [song]
[song] When we're off together dancing cheek to cheek Music
- Thought you'd never wake up. - What?
- Where did you find that? - I liberated it.
- I think that's called looting. - No one should own music. The real question is:
- Who wrote the song? - lrving Berlin.
- For? - Top Hat.
Is there a song you don't know?
Nope. He sings all the time.
Good morning. Did you know that? You're always singing.
I've been told before.
Kip's another one.
[ Kip Humming ]
- Music [ Jazz Clarinet ] - "Wang Wang Blues."
You're incredible.
[ Humming ]
- Good mornin', Miss. - Hello.
You saved my life.
- I haven't forgotten. - [ Scoffs ]
I thought you were very, very tall.
You seemed so big and... giant.
I felt like a child who can't keep her balance.
- A toddler. - A toddler.
Music [ Jazz Continues ]
[ Giggles ]
[ Humming ]
[ Humming Continues ]
My hair was long at some point.
I've forgotten what a nuisance it is to wash.
Try this. I found a great jar of it.
Olive oil.
Thank you.
Is this for my hair?
Yes, for your hair.
Music [ Jazz Continues ]
There was a general who wore a patch...
over a perfectly good eye.
The men fought harder for him.
Music [ Jazz Continues ]
Sometimes I think I could get up and dance.
What's under your mittens?
[ Air Raid Siren ]
He's waiting for you.
I'll see you tonight?
[ Explosions ]
Look, Moose, we need you to stay in Tobruk.
I know it's a bit of a short straw, but Jerry's got our maps, you know.
And now they're getting their spies into Cairo using our maps.
They'll get Rommel into Cairo using our maps.
The whole of the desert's like a bloody bus route, and we gave it to 'em!
Any foreigner who turned up:
"Welcome to the Royal Geographic. Take our maps."
Our Madox went mad, you know.
- Did you know Peter Madox? - Yeah.
Magnificent explorer. Thanks, Aicha.
And after he found out he'd been betrayed by Almasy.
His best friend.
Absolutely destroyed the poor sot.
[ Explosions, Machine Gun Fire ]
[ Shouting ]
[ Shouting In German ]
[ Shouting Continues ]
[ Man ] Hey, Commandant, stay in line!
[ German ]
- [ German ] - Jah.
[ German ]
Hello, little Tommy. Little baby, hello.
- Recognize him? British friend? - No.
- [ German ] - Aaah!
- Get up! - No!
[ Soldier ] Get up at once!
[ Aicha ] No, I don't have a boyfriend.
I don't know anybody!
Halt!
No! No!
[ Crying ]
[ Man ] David Caravaggio.
- No. - This was taken in Cairo at British headquarters.
July '41.
And so was this.
August '41. And this.
February '42.
It's possible.
I was buying or selling something. I've been to Cairo many times.
You are a Canadian spy working for the Allies.
- Code name: Moose. - [ Telephone Rings ]
[ German ]
Jah?
Can you get me a doctor? I'm sick.
- [ German ] - I'm leaking blood!
- [ German ] - You want a doctor?
I've been askin' for weeks, months--
We don't have a doctor.
- [ German ] - But we do have a nurse.
Sure, great. A nurse would be great.
[ German ]
Look, give me something. A name, a code.
So we can all get out of this room.
I can't think in this heat.
- It's too hot. - I slept with a girl.
I've got a wife in Tripoli.
A girl comes up and points at you, you only see trouble.
- [ Man ] Fire! - [ Gunshots ]
I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
This is your nurse, by the way.
She's Muslim, so she'll understand all of this.
What's the punishment for adultery? Let's leave it at that.
You're married and you were fucking another woman, so that's, uh--
- Is it the hands that are cut off? - [ Gasps ]
Or is that for stealing? Does anyone know?
Well, you must know. You were brought up in Libya, yes?
- Don't cut me. - Or was it Toronto?
- [ Telephone Rings ] - Ten fingers.
How about this?
You give me a name for every finger. It doesn't matter who.
I get something, you keep something.
- I'm trying to be reasonable. - Don't cut me. Come on!
Are thumbs fingers?
[ German ]
- I get no help from these people. - Telephone.
I'm sick of this room, I'm sick of this heat and I'm sick of this phone!
- [ German ] - [ German ]
- Ah! The Geneva Convention!
Hey, come on! You can't do that!
- Come over here. - I'll give you names.
- You! - I'll give you names!
- Come on! - What names did you say?
Aaah! Aaah! Let me think! Just let me think!
I can't think! I know them! Please, let me think!
I promise! Oh, please, please, no!
- What name did you say? I knew them! - Come on!
- I can't think of any names! Not my hands! Oh, dear God! - What are you waiting for?
Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ, no!
I promise! Oh, please, not my hands!
No! Jesus! Jesus! Oh, dear God!
- Please don't cut me! - Come on!
Aaah! No!
Please don't cut!
[ Screaming ] Don't!
[ Caravaggio ] The man who took my thumbs?
I found him eventually. I killed him.
The man who took my photograph? I found him too.
That took me a year. He's dead.
Another man showed the Germans...
a way to get their spies into Cairo.
I've been looking for him.
[ Madox ] You can't get through there. It's impossible.
[ Almasy ] I was looking again at Bell's old maps.
If we can find a way through the Wadi,
we can drive straight into Cairo.
- This whole spur is a real possibility. - So on Thursday,
you don't trust Bell's map, Bell was a fool, Bell couldn't draw a map.
But on Friday, he's suddenly infallible.
- And where are the expedition maps? - In my room.
Those maps belong to His Majesty's government.
They shouldn't be left lying around for any Tom, Dick or Harry to have sight of.
What on earth's the matter with you?
Don't be so bloody naive! You know there's a war breaking out!
This arrived this morning.
"By order of the British Government,
all international expeditions to be aborted by May, 1939."
What do they care about our maps?
What do we find in the desert?
Arrowheads, spears.
In a war, if you own the desert, you own North Africa.
Own the desert? Ha!
Um, Madox? That place--
That place at the base of a woman's throat.
You know, the hollow here.
Does it have an official name?
For God's sake, man, pull yourself together.
[ Announcer ] Nowhere is there any wild patriotic excitement,
but everywhere there is a deep hatred of war.
The answer lies with one man,
and the solid mass of the crowd surging round his car...
are a symbol that the British people are more firmly of one mind today...
than at any other time in our history.
[ Arabic ]
[ Announcer ] There's a great to-do in San Down Bay,
with rowing and sailing, and no end of sport for every water baby.
Sorry.
I can't-- I can't do this.
I can't do this any more.
[ Crying ]
Music [ Women Singing ]
I'd better go now.
Say goodbye here.
I'm not agreeing. Don't think I'm agreeing, because I'm not.
Any minute now, he'll find out.
We'll barge into someone. It'll kill him.
Don't go over it again, please.
Music [ Continues ]
Katharine?
I--
I just want you to know I'm--
I'm not missing you yet.
You will. You will.
[ Gasps ]
[ Breathing Heavily ]
- Music [ Jazz ] - I believe I'm rather late.
Good. We're all here.
A toast to the lnternational Sand Club.
May it soon resurface.
[ All ] The lnternational Sand Club.
The lnternational Sand Club: misfits, buggers, fascists and fools.
God bless us, every one. Oops!
Mustn't say "lnternational." Dirty word, filthy word.
His Majesty, die Fuhrer, il duce--
Sorry. What's your point?
And the people here don't want us. You must be joking.
Egyptians are desperate to get rid of the colonials. Isn't that right, Fouad?
Some of their best people getting down on their hands and knees,
begging to be spared the Knighthood.
Isn't that right? Hmm? Isn't that right, Sir Ronnie?
What's my point? Oh, I've invented a new dance.
Anybody up for it? It's called--
It's called the Bosphorus Hug.
Madox?
Or Bermann? You'll dance with me? Hmm?
Dag. Come on, Daggers.
Let's eat first. Sit down.
[song] We'll bathe at Brighton The fish you'll frighten [song]
[song] When you're in your bathing suit so thin [song]
[song] We'll make the shellfish grin Fin to fin Music
They're playing it far too slowly, but these were the words,
actually, before they were cleaned up.
Might be a song for you, Mrs Clif--
[ Madox ] You either shut up or go home! You're completely blasted!
- Sit down! - Absolutely right! Shut up! Shut up!
[ Almasy ] Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry.
I can't think what came over me.
Lashings of apologies...
all around.
Music [ Continues ]
[ Giggling ]
Music [ Song Ends ]
Thank you.
Music [ Slow Song Begins ]
- Why were you holding his collar? - What?
"What"? That boy. That little boy.
You were holding his collar. You were gripping his collar. What for?
Hmm? Is he next?
Are you going to drag him into your little room? Where is it?
Is this it?
- Don't do this. - I've watched you.
I've watched you at garden parties,
on verandas, at the races.
- How can you... stand there? - Please.
How can you ever smile,
as if your life hadn't capsized?
You know why?
Dance with me.
No.
Dance with me.
I want to touch you.
I want the things which are mine, which belong to me.
Do you think you're the only one who feels anything?
Is that what you think?
Music [ Continues ]
Why don't you go?
- Get some sleep. - Would you like me to?
Good night.
[ Door Hinges Creak ]
Hana.
Kip.
[ Children Shouting ]
Just wait. Don't look at anything yet.
Wait.
Kip!
[ Giggles ]
[ Laughs ]
[ Gasps, Laughs ]
Oh, thank you!
Mmm!
If one night I didn't come to see you,
what would you do?
I'd try not to expect you.
Y es, but if it got late and...
I hadn't shown up?
Then I'd think there must be a reason.
You wouldn't come to find me?
Hmm. That makes me never want to come here.
Then I'd tell myself,
he spends all day searching.
In the night, he wants to be found.
I do. I do want you to find me.
I do want to be found.
I was looking for Lieutenant Singh.
- He's sleeping. - Only we've got to go to work.
I'll tell him.
What is it? Is it a mine?
It's a bomb by a viaduct.
- Does he have to go? - Beg pardon?
What if you couldn't find him? Sergeant, not today. Not this morning.
- What's happening? Am I needed? - Afraid so, Sir.
Don't go. I'm frightened.
This is what I do.
I do this every day.
Hardy!
Serial number K-K-l-P...
2-6-0-0.
K-K-l-P 2600, Sir!
I'll get the oxygen.
[ Engines Roaring, People Cheering ]
[ Distant Rumbling ]
Hardy, what's happening?
[ Hardy ] Can't see, Sir! It's from the road!
- Corporal? - [ Panting ]
Tanks, Sir! I don't know what it's about!
- Stop 'em! - Stop!
- [ Cheering Continues ] - Stop!
- Hardy! - Stop! Stop!
What is this, a bloody carnival?
The fuse has snapped!
- What's happened? Is it armed? - [ Gasps ]
- [ Cheering Continues ] - Hang on a second.
I'll be right with you.
Can you see the detonator, Sir?
You've got to cut it, Sir. That frost won't last.
Stop! Stop! Slow down!
- [ Cheering Continues ] - [ Boards Creaking ]
Stop! Stop! Slow down!
- Go away! - Y es, Sir.
- This is making me incredibly angry. - I know, Sir.
Watch out! That'll burn!
Ow!
[ Cheering Continues ]
Can you feel 'em?
[ Cheering Continues ]
Cut it, Sir.
- You've gotta cut it! - I don't even know if this is the right wire.
Choose. Just choose a wire and cut it.
- [ Tanks Stop ] - [ Clipping Sound ]
[ Cheering Continues ]
Get a blanket! Dade, get a blanket for Lieutenant!
Sarge! Sarge! It's over, Sir! It's over!
- Jerry's surrendered! - Yeah-ha!
[ Laughing ]
Sir, congratulations.
[song] Heaven I'm in heaven [song]
Kip? Kip?
Kip!
[song] And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak [song]
[song] And I seem to find the happiness I seek [song]
Hey, we're goin' home!
[song] When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek [song]
- [ Thunder Rumbling ] - It's raining.
[ Laughing ]
[song] And the cares that hung around me through the week [song]
[ Laughing ]
[song] Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak [song]
[song] When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek [song]
[song] Oh, I love to climb a mountain [song]
[song] And to reach the highest peak [song]
[song] But it doesn't thrill me half as much [song]
- [song] As dancing cheek to cheek Music - [ Shouting, Laughing ]
Kip, come and dance with us.
- Later. - Oh, come on.
[ Laughing ] Clap now.
Y eah.
Music [ Singing In ltalian ]
[ Shouting ]
[ Hardy ] Here comes the bomb squad!
[ Shouting ]
Hey, let me handle it!
Go on, Sergeant Hardy!
[ Cheering ]
Bring 'em home!
[ People Chanting ] Hardy! Hardy! Hardy!
[ Explosion ]
What was that? [ Giggling ]
[ Man Sobbing ] I'm never going to forgive myself.
I'm never going to bloody forgive myself.
Sergeant Hardy, Sir. It was booby-trapped.
They was runnin' up the Union Jack, Sir, up on that statue.
- It just went off, Sir. - [ Woman Crying ]
Sergeant Hardy climbed up, Sir, just for a lark, Sir.
It should've been me. It was my idea.
- Sir, you don't wanna look. - Ooh.
Who's that girl?
His fiancee, Sir.
- Hardy's? - He kept it a bit dark.
Kip?
Kip, it's me.
I'm so sorry about what happened.
Can I talk to you? Kip?
Kip, why won't you talk to me?
[ Whispers ] Oh, Kip.
Oh, let me come in!
[ Almasy ] Hana tells me you're leaving.
[ Caravaggio ] There's going to be trials.
They want me to interpret.
Don't they know I'm allergic to courtrooms?
So...
I come across the hospital convoy.
They're looking for this stuff.
This nurse, Mary,
tells me about you and Hana...
hiding in some monastery in--
What do you call it? Retreat?
How you came out of the desert...
and you were burned and you didn't remember your name,
but you knew the words to every song that ever was...
and you had one possession: a copy of Herodotus.
And it was filled...
with letters and cuttings.
Then I knew it was you.
Me?
I saw you...
writing in that book at the embassy in Cairo...
when I had thumbs and you had a face...
and a name.
I see.
Before you went over to the Germans,
before you found a way to get Rommel's spy across the desert and inside British headquarters.
He took some pretty good photographs.
I saw mine in that torture room in Tobruk.
So, it made an impression.
I had to get back to the desert. I'd made a promise.
The rest meant nothing to me.
What did you say?
That the rest... meant nothing to me.
There was a result to what you did.
It wasn't just another expedition. It did this.
If the British hadn't unearthed that photographer,
thousands of people could have died.
Thousands of people did die. Just different people.
- Y es, like Madox. - What?
You know he shot himself, your partner,
- when he found out you were a spy. - What?
[ Breathing Heavily ]
Madox thought I was a spy? No.
No, I was never a spy.
It's ghastly. It's like a witch hunt.
Anybody remotely foreign is suddenly a spy.
- So watch out. - Right.
We didn't care about countries, did we?
Brits, Arabs, Hungarians, Germans--
None of that mattered, did it? It was something finer than that.
Y es, it was.
I'll leave the plane in Kufra oasis.
- So, if you need it-- - Right.
Hard to know how long one's talking about.
We might all be back in a month or two.
Hmm.
I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything.
It comes of too long having to read so much into hardly anything at all.
Goodbye, my friend.
[ Arabic ]
[ Chuckles ]
There is no God.
But I hope someone looks after you.
In case you're still wondering,
this is called a suprasternal notch.
Come and visit us in Dorset when all this nonsense is over.
You'll never come to Dorset.
[ Caravaggio ] So, you didn't know Madox shot himself.
No.
And you didn't kill the Cliftons?
[ Breathing Heavily ]
Sh--
[ Breathing Heavily ]
She--
[ Breathing Heavily ]
She die--
She-- I can't.
Well,
maybe I did.
Maybe I did.
[ Engine Roaring ]
[ Almasy ] I was packing up our base camp...
at the Cave of Swimmers.
Clifton had offered to fly down from Cairo to collect me.
He flew like a madman always,
so l-- I took no notice.
Aaah!
[ Panting ]
- [ Whimpering ] - Katharine?
Dear God, Katharine, what are you doing here?
I can't get out. I can't move.
"Surprise," he said.
Poor Geoffrey.
He knew. He must've known all the time.
He was shouting, "l love you, Katharine. I love you so much."
Is he badly hurt?
I have to get you out.
- Please don't move me. - I have to get you out.
- It hurts too much. - I know, darling, I know. I'm sorry.
Come on.
[ Grunting ] Now!
[ Whimpering ]
Why did you hate me?
What?
Don't you know you drove everybody mad?
Shh. Don't talk.
You speak so many bloody languages...
and you never want to talk.
- You're wearing the thimble. - Of course.
You idiot.
I always wear it. I've always worn it.
I've always loved you.
It's so cold.
I know. I'm sorry.
I'll make a fire.
Did you get Geoffrey out of the plane?
- Yes, I did. - Good. That's good. Thank you.
Listen to me, Katharine.
You've broken your ankle...
and I'm going to have to try and bind it.
I think you've also broken your wrist...
and maybe some ribs, which is why it's hurting you to breathe.
I'm going to have to walk to El Taj.
Although, given all the traffic in the desert these days,
I'm bound to bump into one army or another.
And then I'll come back and you'll be fine.
You promise?
I wouldn't want to die here.
I don't want to die in the desert.
I've always had a rather elaborate funeral in mind.
Particular hymns.
And I know exactly where I want to be buried.
In our garden, where I grew up...
with a view of the sea.
So promise me you'll come back for me.
I promise...
I'll come back for you.
I promise...
I'll never leave you.
You have plenty of water...
and, um, food.
I'll open them for you.
A good read.
Don't waste this.
Will you bury Geoffrey?
I know he's dead.
I'm sorry, Katharine.
I know.
Every night...
I cut out my heart.
But in the morning it was full again.
Darling.
My darling.
[ Almasy Muttering ]
[song] You'd better be ready about half past 8:00 [song]
[song] Now, honey Don't you be late [song]
[song] I'm going to be there when the band starts playing [song]
[song] Remember When we get there, honey [song]
[song] An invitation to the strutter's ball [song]
[song] A very swell affair [song]
[song] All the highbrows will be there [song]
[song] I'll be down to get you in a taxi, honey [song]
[ Almasy ] I stopped at noon and at twilight.
Three days there on foot, I told her,
and three hours back by car.
Don't go anywhere.
I'll be back.
[ Arabic ]
Just walked in from the desert, Sir.
Morning.
Dear golly, where have you come from then?
There's been an accident.
I need a doctor...
to come with me, and I need to borrow this car.
I'll pay, of course.
- And I need-- I need morphine. - May I see your papers, Sir?
What?
If I could just see some form of identification.
I'm sorry, I'm not making sense. Forgive me, l-- I'm not--
I've been walking and--
A woman is badly injured at the Gilf Kabir, the Cave of Swimmers.
I'm a member of the Royal Geographical Society.
Right. [ Clears Throat ]
Now, if I could... just take your name.
Count Laszlo de Almasy.
"Almasy." Would you mind spelling that for me?
- Look, listen to me, will you? - What nationality would that be?
A woman is dying. My wife is dying.
I have been... walking--
I have been walking for three days.
I do not want to spell my name.
- I want you to give me this car. - I understand you're agitated.
Perhaps if you'd like to sit down, I can radio back to HQ.
No. No, don't-- Don't radio anybody!
Just give me the fucking car!
[ Gasping ]
Stop the car, please. A woman is dying!
Listen, Fritz, if I have to listen to another word from you,
I'm going to give you a fucking good hiding!
Fritz? What are you talking about, Fritz?
Well, that's your name, isn't it?
Count Fuckin' Asshole Von Bismarck!
- What's that supposed to be, lrish? - Please!
You have to listen! Katharine!
[ Chugging ]
Excuse me.
- I also need to use the lavatory. - You'll have to wait.
- It's urgent. - Sarge!
Sarge, Jerry wants to use the lav.
Says it's urgent.
- Where are we going, please? - Oh, up north to the coast.
Benghazi. Soon be there.
You can get your boat back home then.
All right, go on then. Here, you take him.
I've been up and down this bloody train all day.
It doesn't open.
Aaah!
[ Coughing ]
So yes,
she died because of me.
Because I loved her.
Because l--
Because I had the wrong name.
- And you never got back to the cave? - I did get back.
I kept my promise.
[ Almasy ] I was assisted by the Germans.
There was a-- a trade.
I had our expedition maps.
And after the British made me their enemy,
I gave their enemy our maps.
[ German ]
So I got back to the desert...
and to Katharine...
in Madox's English plane...
with German gasoline.
When I arrived in ltaly,
on my medical chart they wrote,
"English Patient."
Isn't that funny?
After all that, I became English.
You get to the morning and the poison leaks away, doesn't it?
Black nights.
- I thought I would kill you. - You can't kill me.
I died years ago.
No, I can't kill you now.
We've been posted. North of Florence.
I was thinking yesterday--
yesterday--
The patient and Hardy.
They're everything that's good about England.
I couldn't even say what that was.
We didn't exchange two personal words,
and we've been together through some terrible things.
Some terrible things.
He was engaged to a girl in the village.
I mean--
And us, he never once--
He didn't ask me if I could spin the ball at cricket or kama sutra or--
I don't even know what I'm talking about.
You loved him.
Katharine.
I'm still here.
You'd better be.
Don't depend on it, will you?
That little bit of air in my lungs,
each day it gets less and less.
Which is all right.
It's quite all right.
I've been speaking to Caravaggio,
my research assistant.
He tells me there's a ghost in the cloisters.
I can join him.
[ Horn Honking ]
- [ Kip ] Hana! - It's the boy.
I'll always go back to that church.
Look at my paintings.
I'll always go back to that church.
So one day we'll meet.
[ Engine Starts ]
[ Groaning ]
Thank you.
[ Crying ]
Read to me, will you?
[ Crying ]
Read me to sleep.
[ Hana ] "My darling,
"I'm waiting for you.
"How long is a day in the dark?
"Or a week?
"The fire is gone now...
and I'm horr-- horribly cold."
[ Katharine ] I really ought to drag myself outside,
but then there'd be the sun.
I'm afraid I waste the light...
on the paintings and on writing these words.
We die.
"We die.
"We die rich with lovers and tribes,
"tastes we have swallowed,
"bodies we have entered...
and swum up like rivers."
[ Katharine ] Fears we've hidden in,
Iike this wretched cave.
I want all this marked on my body.
We're the real countries.
Not the boundaries drawn on maps,
the names of powerful men.
I know you'll come and carry me out into the palace of winds.
That's all I've wanted,
to walk in such a place with you,
with friends.
An Earth without maps.
"The lamp's gone out,
"and I'm writing...
in the darkness."
[ Door Opens ]
[ Caravaggio ] Hana?
Hana, come on!
Hana,
this is Gioia.
- Buon giorno. - Buon giorno.
She'll take you as far as Florence.
I can get in back.
[ Engine Revving ]