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[surf crashing on sand]

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Basil Pascali speaking
Turkish]

[man speaking Turkish]

[chickens clacking]

[Islamic call to prayer]

[guard speaking
Turkish]

[laughter]

[men chatting
in Turkish]

Good evening, Mr. Mardosian.

-Mr. Pascali.
-I see we have a new arrival.

I take it you are referring
to the Englishman.

English, is he?

Tall. Fair-haired.

Mr. Bowles.

[Basil]
He's, uh, staying long?

An indefinite stay, he said.

Indefinite?

I trust you gave him
a good room.

[Mardosian]
Number 16, overlooking the sea.

Did he say why he's here?

The reason for his visit?

I believe the gentleman
is an archeologist.

A scholar, no less.

Perhaps I can be of service
to him.

Perhaps.

Why don't you ask him yourself?

You'll find him
on the veranda.

The veranda.

Thank you.

[violin playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me sir,
may I have a word with you?

Yes, of course.

My name is Pascali,
Basil Pascali.

You are newly arrived
on the island, I believe.

I thought,
since I speak English,

after a fashion,
you might need some help.

The services of an interpreter,
or guide, perhaps?

If I can be of any assistance
to you.

I live here in the town.

I'm a well-known figure
on the island.

Everybody knows me.

Everybody knows Basil Pascali.
[laughs]

Well, that's very kind of you,
Mr. Pascali.

My name is Bowles,
Anthony Bowles.

Very pleased to meet you.

I was just about
to have a drink,

-would you care to join me?
-Thank you, yes.

[laughter]

I see you are...
familiar with our customs.

[Anthony]
I've traveled extensively

-in this part of the world.
-Indeed!

[waiter speaks foreign language]

-What will you have?
-[Basil speaks foreign language]

[speaking foreign language]

[conversing in Turkish]

The Turks have strengthened
their garrison.

Only last week a platoon
was ambushed in the mountains.

The rebels are active.
Very active.

Hmm.

Who's the German?

[Basil] Herr Gesing.

He represents the firm
of Mandveld...

Armaments.
He's placed here on the island.

[speaking foreign language]

Your English is extremely good.

Passable, passable, yes.

My mother was, uh, half Irish.

Half Irish, half French.

She came out to Constantinople
as a dancer and an acrobat

-in a traveling show.
-You don't say.

That offer of yours,
to act as interpreter,

awfully decent of you.

I may well take you up on it.

At your service.

I have a spot of business
to conduct here.

It's a question
of making an approach

-to the Turkish authorities.
-The authorities?

[Anthony] Yes.

Lydia!

Lydia Neuman, Viennese.

She has a house with a studio
in the Turkish Quarter.

Basil. I see you've found
someone new.

Good evening, Lydia.
This is...

Anthony Bowles.

Lydia Neuman.

Lydia is an artist.

A very fine painter.

And Basil is my kindest critic.

[laughter]

Would you care to join us
for a drink?

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

Lydia is from an old
Viennese family.

One of the best.

Basil, please.

She was educated in England.

Really?

[waiter speaks foreign language]

-So, what will you have?
-White wine.

[speaking foreign language]

Mr. Pascali was just telling me
about his mother.

Oh, one of his favorite topics.

Apparently she was an acrobat.

An acrobat?

You told me
she was a piano teacher.

My mother had many professions,

in a long and varied career.

She ended up
in the oldest one of all,

she became a prostitute.

I really don't think
Miss Neuman wants to hear that.

I have no idea
who my father was,

what race, or background.
My mother gave me

different accounts
at different times.

She was a great one
for stories.

A talent you inherited
at least.

[Basil] Eventually,
to cut a long story short,

she became the mistress
of an official

in the Ministry of Finance,

a Maltese by the name
of Pascali.

[laughs]

Take no notice of him.
He's only trying to shock you.

[laughing]

[laughs] On the contrary.

[waiter] Madame.

And, will you be staying here
for long, Mr. Bowles?

Possibly for a week or two,
this whole area's rich

in historical antiquities.

[Lydia]
Are you an archeologist?

Oh, how fascinating.

Yes, I'm gathering material
for a book

about classical antiquities
along the coast of Asia Minor

-and here on the island.
-Excuse me.

[indistinct chatter]

-Curious fellow.
-Basil?

He's a fixture of the island.

Our local character.

What does he do?

Oh, he teaches French,
German, English.

He manages to scrape
a living somehow.

I was thinking of asking him
to interpret for me

in some negotiations,
I'd pay him, of course.

Oh, please do.
It would be wonderful for him.

[suspenseful music playing]

[door locks]

[scoffs]

[Basil]
Lord of the World,

shadow of God on Earth,

God bring you increase.

You do not know me, Excellency.

I am your secret observer
on this island.

One of them, at least,

for there may be others.

Forgive my temerity
in addressing you.

I am driven to it.

I can no longer endure
the neglect of your officials.

In spite of repeated
humble requests,

no word has come to me
from the Ministry,

no single word
of acknowledgement.

Never.

Not from the beginning.

Twenty years,
I have sat here at my table,

in my room above the shore,

on this island,

far from Constantinople
and the centers of power.

This is my last report.

The Greeks suspect me,
Excellency,

I am sure of it.

The American's yacht
is still there.

Ten days now,
fishing for sponges,

or so he claims.

He has a crew of three.

Two Italians and a Pole,
they say.

And what of our fine
upstanding Englishman?

What is he doing here?

An indefinite stay,

that in itself is suspicious.

And the gun?

No.

He has some other purpose
in mind.

[birds chirping]

[bell ringing]

[roosters crowing]

Oh, Basil, what a surprise.

-I'm not disturbing you?
-No.

No, I was working.

Come. Come on in.

Tell me, what do you think.

Come on, be honest.

You know how much I value
your opinion.

It's very fine.

You don't think this red
is too strong,

-a little violent?
-No, it's wonderful!

Very sensual.

I'm so glad you came by.

I haven't much on today.

You can tell me all
the latest gossip.

I've been wondering about
the yacht in the bay.

It's owned by an American.

Have you met him,
this Mr. Smith?

Yes.

I mean, no.

Not exactly.

I spoke to one of his crew,
an Italian.

He came ashore for provisions
two or three days ago.

Do you think the sponge fishing
is genuine?

Mmm.
Yes of course, why not?

I've heard rumors.

They say he's running guns
to the rebels.

Oh, Basil,

your imagination
is running wild.

I mean, if they thought that,
they would've boarded him

and searched him.

-Apparently they have done that.
-And did they find anything?

-No.
-Exactly.

Tell me, what do you think
of our new arrival?

The Englishman?

A typical product of his race,
I would say, somewhat naive,

a trifle self-righteous.

Yes, he's...

unsophisticated in some ways.

A moral primitive.

Why do you think he's here?

He told us last night.

He's interested in the ruins,
he's writing a book.

Of course.

Why don't you ask him yourself?

I'm expecting him here
any minute.

I'm sorry.

I have a suspicious mind.

For centuries the Turks
have ruled.

Now the empire is in decay,
and the Europeans

are gathering like vultures,
squabbling over the pickings.

You're part European
yourself, Basil.

Or are you forgetting?

I no longer know what I am.

[bell rings]

[Lydia] Hello.

[laughs] You found it.

The door was open, I...

Come up, we're up here.

Mr. Pascali.

Mr. Bowles

[Lydia] Basil, would you be
an angel and get Mr. Bowles

-a glass of wine?
-Of course.

I'm sorry,
I didn't realize.

No, it's all right,
Basil's an old friend.

-May I?
-Please.

-[Anthony] I'm impressed.
-[Lydia chuckles]

Basil says this red
is very sensual.

See this beautiful fabric,
I bought it in Tangier.

Have you ever been there?

It's one of my favorite cities.

Ah! It's mine too.

Oh, it's so beautiful,

the way they sing
in the morning,

all over the city,
from those, uh, towers.

What are they called?
Minuets?

Minarets.

Ah, yes, minarets.

Yes.

[children giggling]

I've been up on the headlands
to see the ruins.

They're quite extensive.

I don't believe anyone
has really studied them.

And you would like to.

Yes, I would.

What I want is to obtain some
kind of lease, for a month

so that I can come and go
as I please.

The land belongs to Mahut Pasha,
the island's governor.

He owns a great deal of land,
all along the coast.

Uh-huh. Well, Pasha
can be approached, I suppose?

I-I-I would advise you
to stay clear of him.

-He's all-powerful here.
-Nevertheless.

They won't allow you to remove
anything from the site,

for that you would have to get
permission from Constantinople.

Hey!

Well, I realize that. I've no
intention of doing any digging.

In that case, excuse me,
I see no point.

You already have free access
to the area.

No, I must have a lease.
I must have the legal right.

Well, if you really think
it's necessary.

Oh, I think it's the best
policy in the end.

And what I'm going to need
is an interpreter.

And I was wondering
if your offer still stands.

-For a suitable fee, of course.
-Oh, no, no, no!

Oh, yes.
I must insist on that.

Well, that's very kind of you,
naturally, if I can help.

I will arrange a meeting.

[man] Ha!

[indistinct chatter]

[Basil and Pasha
speaking Turkish]

[in Turkish]

I am explaining about the lease.

Tell them I should feel myself
to be trespassing

on the Pasha's property
if I had not paid a proper sum

for the right of access.

I was thinking of something
in the region of 500 lira.

Five hundred Liras!

But that's more than the land
is worth.

Listen, you are offering
far too much.

Leave things to me.

Offer them 500 lira.

It seems to me a fair price.

But that's more than
the land could be sold for.

Such an offer
would make them suspicious.

I think not.

Please do as I asked.

Very well.

[speaking Turkish]

I could perhaps improve on that.

No. No, they will accept.

[speaking Turkish]

He accepts,
as a gesture of friendship.

Would you thank the Pasha for me
and tell him I'm most grateful.

[speaking Turkish]

[indistinct chatter]

-Contract?
-Oh, yes.

[speaking Turkish]

He asks if the contract
is necessary.

Absolutely,
I must have a legal document.

[speaking Turkish]

He asks when you can pay
the money.

[Anthony] I can pay a deposit,
say five percent

when the contract is signed.

The balance may take
a few days longer.

I shall have to arrange
a transfer of funds from London.

[speaking Turkish]

But I have no intention
of arranging for that transfer

until the contract is signed,

otherwise the deal is off.

[speaking Turkish]

The contract will be ready
at five o'clock

at his office in the town.

Thank you.

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking English]
What does it say here?

Does it cover everything?

I think so.

The area is precisely defined,

the sums and dates
correctly stated.

It specifically excludes
any building operations,

or mining or excavation.

Oh.

And where is the Pasha's
signature?

Here, here.

That is his official seal.

-So it's all in order?
-It would appear so.

[scribbling]

Be careful, Mr. Bowles.

I do not know
what you are intending,

but the Pasha is not a man
to be crossed.

Mr. Pascali,
I am an archeologist.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Turkish]

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Basil] Keeping you busy
this week. [chuckles]

First the Englishman,
and now me.

-Englishman?
-Mr. Bowles.

Hasn't he been in?

He was having money sent
from London, 500 liras.

Not this bank.

But there is no other bank.

[Basil]
Excellency Most High,

why have you abandoned me?

I was 25 when I was established
here on the island,

at a rate of remuneration
sufficient for my needs

at the time.

Ever since that day,

I have performed
my duties faithfully,

watching over the loyalty
of your subjects,

documenting the activities
of foreign visitors,

priding myself
on the reliability

of my observations.

Yet, there has always
been silence,

the money every month
through the Banque Ottomane

not increasing in spite
of my appeals.

No word of acknowledgement.

Not one of my reports
acted upon.

Only...

silence.

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

[man 1] Where did you
and your charming wife meet?

[man 2] It was over
the holidays, five years ago.

Basil! Come and join us!

Yeah.

-I was on my way to--
-[Lydia] No, no, no.

-We're over here.
-Oh, do join us, Basil.

Hello, Pascali.

Mr. Bowles. Monsieur.

-Sir.
-[Basil] Herr Gesing.

[Lydia] I found you
a rich American widow.

Mrs. Marchant, let me introduce
you to Basil Pascali,

one of the fixtures
of the island!

Slightly more mobile
than that I hope.

You're so lucky
to be living here.

Basil is a gentleman of leisure.

[chuckle]

It's such a spiritual landscape,

sort of fused with...

spirit.

I think it's so important
to keep in touch

with the spiritual side of life,

don't you?

Ah, I'm a practical man myself,

you know,
both feet on the ground.

[Lydia] Well, I'm not sure
that you're quite

as uncomplicated
as you want everyone to think.

I'm afraid I am what you see.

You've just been
in Constantinople,

Monsieur Chaudan.

What's happening there?

There are...

elements in the Army

who wish to impose
a constitution.

I think it is only
a matter of time

before the Sultan is deposed.

[Herr Gesing] For 30 years
they are saying this.

Still he is there.

The Turks think
he's next to God.

And those in his empire
who are not Turks?

I don't think his passing
will be greatly mourned,

-Herr Gesing.
-You think I care?

Things will go on
just as before,

with the Sultan or without him.

Feelings are running high
among the Greeks

here on the island.

It would end in a bloodbath.

A bloodbath?

I fear so.

We Irish understand
the frustrations

of an occupied people.

Well, I hope nothing happens
while I'm here.

[men singing in Turkish]

What's that singing?

Tomorrow is Good Friday.
They have the custom

of bearing an icon of Christ
around the town

the night before.

How wonderful!

Will we see anything?

[Basil]
They should be passing this way.

[Mrs. Marchant] Really!

The researches?

They are going well here?

Yes, very well.

Do you go there often?

Everyday?

It is interesting for you, huh?

Very interesting.

[singing in Turkish continues]

[waiters speaking
foreign language]

Look!

[Mrs. Marchant] How beautiful!

I'm so fascinated by these
age-old religious practices.

There's a service tomorrow
at the church.

Mrs. Marchant,
why don't you ask Basil

to take you?

If you'd like to go, I'd...

accompany you with pleasure.

Thank you, I'd love to!

Shouldn't we be making a move?

-[Lydia] Oh, yes.
-Oh, are we going?

[Lydia] Yes.

-[Anthony] Good night, Pascali.
-Bye, Dr. Hogan.

Thank you so much,
it was delightful.

[Dr. Hogan]
Lovely to see you again, Lydia.

-Bye, Basil.
-Dr. Hogan, really sometime...

[indistinct chatter]

-Good night, monsieur.
-Good night, Mrs. Herr Gesing.

-Mr. Pascali, good night.
-Good night, my dear.

[indistinct chatter]

-Good night, everyone.
-[woman] Good night.

[indistinct chatter]

I, too, should be on my way.

The great interpreter.

Yes, as you say.

-Sit down.
-I really should be--

Sit down!

For a minute.

There's something
I have to say to you.

[Basil] What is it?

This lease, this famous lease...

it's not legal, Pascali.

-Not valid.
-Not valid?

-They had no right.
-But I was only the...

intermediary.

[Herr Gesing] There are other
interests involved.

Powerful interests.

He must be persuaded
quietly from the land.

Removed.

It is dangerous for him.

You do this for me...

and I will pay you.

Pay me?

Yeah. Pay you.

[Basil panting]

[gasps]

[Islamic call to prayer]

[seagulls squawking]

[panting]

[laughter]

You rise up out of that water
like Venus!

Hmm.

[door creaks]

[in Turkish]

[bell tolling]

My goodness,
it's quite a climb.

It's not far, now.

Look at all those knives.

Extraordinary variety.

They are sacrificial knives.

Sacrificial?

For the cutting
of sheep's throats.

-Oh, no.
-It's tradition to buy

a new weapon every Bayram.

The knife makers
do a roaring trade.

That has nothing to do
with what we're about to see.

No, no, it's a Muslim practice.

Oh, I see.

[in Greek]

[Mrs. Marchant]
What did he say?

[Basil] Nothing,
it's not important.

[men chanting in Greek]

Thank you.

[chanting in Greek]

[Mrs. Marchant]
Mr. Pascali? Mr. Pascali?!

[Basil groaning]

[panting]

[groaning]

[gasps]

[footsteps approaching]

[Anthony] "Dear Pascali,
something has come up.

I'd be grateful if you'd
arrange a further meeting
with the Pasha

at the earliest opportunity.
Sincerely, Anthony Bowles."

[indistinct chatter]

[in German]

[clears throat]

[indistinct chatter]

[in German]

[speaking Turkish]

Well, the fact
is you better tell them

I found some objects
on the site.

Objects?

On the site they leased to me,
they're of considerable

archeological importance.

[in Turkish]

-What kind of objects?
-Oh, they may be

of great significance.
The point is,

I want them to change the lease
so I have the right to excavate.

Of course, I'm willing
to pay more,

whatever they think fit.

[in Turkish]

He asks,
"Are the objects valuable?"

Oh, I suppose so,
it depends upon the material.

Some are priceless.

I shan't know what the answer is
until I start digging.

[in Turkish]

-Are the objects large?
-I have them here in my bag.

[in Turkish]

I would be willing
to double the sum.

[speaking Turkish]

[in Turkish]

Perhaps I might lay the objects
on the desk?

[speaking Turkish]

Do you mind? Thank you.

[speaking Turkish]

-He remarks that it's gold.
-Oh, it's gold, all right.

The stones, of course,
are turquoise.

Now this...

this is probably the most
valuable find of all,

from an archeological
point of view.

[speaking in Turkish]

He asks if there is more gold.

Almost certainly.

If I am allowed to dig.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Turkish]

They are accusing you,
saying that the objects

belong to the government.

Well, I am aware of that.

And I intend to see
that they are handed over

to the proper authorities
in Constantinople.

I shall apply to them
for permission to excavate,

if need be.

[in Turkish]

[speaking in Turkish]

He asks
if you have told anyone yet.

No. Not yet.

[speaking in Turkish]

They want to know if you have
the documents with you.

For God's sake, say no!

You can tell them
the contract and the receipt

are deposited under seal
with instructions to forward

to the British Consul at Smyrna

in the event
of my not returning.

[speaking Turkish]

They say you will never get
the permits

before the lease expires.

Well, in that case,
I shall simply have

to report the matter
to the Ministry,

and they will do the excavating.

Pity, because I would have liked
to be associated

with these finds,

especially if they turn out,
as I think they will,

to be the first importance.

[in Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

The lease
has three weeks to run!

[speaking Turkish]

[in Turkish]

He says the land
is his property.

Not for the next three weeks
it isn't.

Good day, gentlemen.

[in Turkish]

They say they will buy
the lease back.

Buy it?

So they want the credit
for the discoveries themselves.

Well, this does put a new slant
on things.

In view of the inconvenience,
the disruption of my research,

not to mention
my disappointment,

I shall have to ask
rather more than I gave.

I think 2,000 Lira
would be a fair price.

[speaking in Turkish]

[in Turkish]

Tell them
they have until noon tomorrow.

I shall wait at my hotel.

[horse trotting]

[speaking Turkish]

They're offering 800.

Eight hundred?
That isn't enough.

They really can't expect me
to-- Look, my research,

the whole progress of my book
will have been held up

and then there's
the disappointment. I'm...

Don't they understand?
I'm being deprived

of material that could affect
our knowledge of a whole period.

I'm sorry, 800 simply
isn't good enough.

[in Turkish]

No, my dear chap,
I must have 2,000, at least.

[in Turkish]

Well, that is my figure.

And by the way,
I've been out there this morning

and I see you've stationed
two soldiers on the site.

[speaking in Turkish]

He says he knows nothing
about any soldiers.

He can say what he likes,
the fact is they're there.

And there is nothing
in our agreement

about a military presence.

[speaking Turkish]

He says he's authorized
to offer 1,500 lira.

He says it's their final offer.
I think it probably is.

Fifteen hundred.

Very well, I accept.

It's not enough, but I really
don't want to haggle.

[speaking in Turkish]

[Basil] We are to collect
the money at 7:00

at his office here in the town.

Seven o'clock it is. Good.

[speaking Turkish]

He asks that you bring
the documents with you.

Of course.

[in Turkish]

This calls for a drink.

One would almost say that

you have been through this kind
of thing before.

Good heavens, no.

What makes you say that?

I don't know.

[chuckles]
The way you handled it.

What about the soldiers?

They're bivouacked
up there on the site.

Terrified I'm going to cart
the stuff off.

You wouldn't do that.

No, of course not, but you know
what those people are like.

-[speaking Turkish]
-Beer.

I'm very grateful for your help.

When things are finally settled,

I'll see that you don't go
unrewarded.

These Turks,

they're so absolutely,
totally mercenary.

There's no spark of...

Well, I know
it's an old-fashioned word,

but there doesn't
seem to be any concept

of honor amongst them.

No wonder the Ottoman Empire
is breaking up

if what I've just seen
is an example.

That head.

You brought it with you.

I beg your pardon?

You brought it with you.
You didn't find it here.

You needn't keep up
this pretense with me.

What pretense?
What are you talking about?

That marble head.

That head you produced
from your bag

with the air of a conjurer,
if I may say so.

That selfsame head
was in your possession

when you set foot on the island.

And so, by inference,
were all the other objects

which you laid
on the Pasha's desk.

You must have a reason
for saying this.

I found the head in your room,
the first night you arrived.

Did you?

What were you looking for?
Are you a police agent?

I have nothing to do
with the police.

Some kind of informer, anyway.

No, not some kind.

The best kind.
I am the best kind.

An informer.

And you are a swindler. The laws
against that kind of thing

are severe in the domains
of the Sultan,

not to say savage.

A word from me would be enough
to spoil your game here

and lose you all the money.

Seven hundred.

I want 700 liras.

That is fair, I think.

Have you told anyone else?

About finding the head, I mean.

No. But I've left
a written account of everything

in a sealed envelope
with forwarding instructions

in the event
of my disappearance or death.

I very much doubt it.

Still, I'll give you 400.

You're entitled to something,
anyway.

Five hundred and fifty.
I won't take a piaster less.

Five hundred.

Contingent on the deal
with the Pasha going through.

Done.

[Basil]
Five hundred liras.

More money than I have seen
in my entire life.

Money enough
to leave this island,

come to Constantinople,

discover even the fate
of my reports.

We are accomplices now,
he and I.

That linking of destiny
of which I spoke

has come to pass.

[birds chirping]

[whistling]

[shouts]

[grunting]

[clock dinging]

Mr. Pascali.
You are waiting for Mr. Bowles.

-Yes.
-He's not coming.

-He sends this message.
-Not coming?

He has to come.

[Anthony]
"Unavoidably detained.

The troops are still
on the site.

Tell them I refuse to negotiate
until these troops are removed.

Tell them it's a matter
of principle."

[operatic music playing]

So, you were saying
about your father?

I was 14 when he died.

There was no money, so I worked
in an insurance office

in the city of London.

God, I hated it.

Totaling up figures
all day long.

-And I was there for ten years.
-Oh, ten years!

Then my mother died.
Ten wasted years.

-What happened then?
-I gave it up.

There was no longer any reason.
So I started to travel.

And soon you will be off
on your travels again.

[chuckles]

I never stay long
in one place.

And I never visit
the same place twice.

Tell me, the American, Smith?

Can he be trusted?
Whose side is he on?

Oh, the Greeks, of course,
he's supplying their guns.

Certainly not the Turks.

Well, that's business.
Does he believe in their cause?

I should think so. He combines
idealism with commerce.

It's the American way.

Well, I have a proposition
for him.

Do you think you could affect
an introduction?

Yes, if you want it.

How do you know
he supplies their guns?

Because I paid for them.

[laughter]

[operatic music
continues playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-Mr. Bowles?
-Pascali!

What happened to you?
Last night.

-I was hung up. You got my note.
-Yes but, ah,

-I have to talk to you.
-All right, if we're quick.

I have to be somewhere
in half an hour.

[indistinct chatter]

They've been all over the town
looking for you.

They are furious
about last night.

You must get this thing
finished today, this morning.

They are dangerous people.
I know them.

We'll lose the money and get our
throats cut into the bargain.

You must give them
the documents.

I'd like to leave it
for a day or two, old chap.

Leave it? But why?

Well, I haven't finished
my research yet.

Your researches?

Please, listen to me.
Time is everything.

They are certain
to suspect something

-if you delay.
-Suspect what?

Didn't I make it clear?
I'm writing a book.

What if you did?
What's your book to them?

You thought the whole thing
was a fabrication, I suppose.

I don't know.
I don't know what's happening.

Why did you not
make this clear before?

Look, if it'll set your mind
at rest, you can give them

-my word.
-What?

Give them my word of honor
I won't remove

any of the treasures
from the site.

But there are no treasures
on the site.

True, that's quite true,
of course.

But they don't know that,
do they?

Couple of days,
that's all I need.

A couple of days?

A couple more days
won't kill them.

It's not them I'm worried about.

Have a little faith, Pascali.

-Someone has to show them.
-[Basil] Show them?

-Show them what?
-The Turks.

You know, show them.

Trust me, will you?

There's really nothing
to worry about.

[indistinct chatter]

[men chanting in Arabic]

[birds chirping]

Basil, wait!

I'm coming down.

Thank you.

Lydia, do you ever think
of leaving the island?

That's an extraordinary
question.

-Why do you ask?
-I sense it.

I've often thought of you
and I on this island,

each in our separate lives.
We're both misfits in a way.

Maybe we are.
That's why we like each other.

Why did you come here,
if I may ask?

What were you escaping from?

Why should I be escaping?

Maybe I came here
to find something.

And did you? Find it?

Almost.

Almost.

I'm so tired, Basil.

This island was my sanctuary.

Here, I'm free
to be whatever I choose to be.

Free.

You need something
to be free for.

I need...

something.

My life has been
a disappointment.

I'm sure you understand.

Oh.

I'm sorry.
Maybe it will change.

I don't think so.

Somehow, I don't think so.

[knock on door]

-Ja?Who is this?
-[Basil] Basil Pascali.

[grunts]

-Am I disturbing you?
-What do you want?

If I may come in?

It is about the proposition
you made,

concerning the Englishman.

He's still there.
They cannot get rid of him.

He has the lease.

What lease? It's not worth
the paper it's written on.

In that case, why is the Pasha
so anxious to get it back?

Because he had no right.

No right? It is his land.

No, Pascali. It isn't his land.

He has already sold it.

It belongs to the government.

To the Sultan.

-I don't understand.
-No, my friend.

It is well you do not.

Such knowledge
could be dangerous.

For whom?

For you, for a lot of people.

Listen, Pascali.

You know this Mr. Bowles.

Find out what it is he wants.
What he's after.

He's in the way of everybody.

I'll see what I can do.

I warn you.

Speak of this to nobody.

Herr Gesing,
what is Terra Rossa?

Careful, Pascali.
You are skating on hot water.

-Thin ice.
-What?

I am skating on thin ice.

[door closes]

[birds squawking]

[rooster crowing]

-[birds chirping]
-[cat meowing]

[rooster crowing]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ But of all
The world's brave heroes ♪

♪ There's none
That can compare ♪

♪ With a tow, row, row
Row, row, row ♪

♪ To the British Grenadiers ♪

♪ Some talk of Alexander
And some of Hercules ♪

♪ Of Hector and Lysander
And such great names as these♪

♪ But of all
The world's brave heroes ♪

♪ There's none
That can compare ♪

Who's there?

Come out or I'll shoot.

It is I, Pascali.

What the devil
are you doing here?

I wanted know
what would induce a man

to risk losing so much money.
I have an interest, after all.

Well, you better come down.

Marvelous, isn't it?

Too early to identify
the period yet, of course.

Yes. It's very fine.

Bronze. It is bronze,
you know, not stone.

Beautiful.

[Anthony] Yes, isn't he?

Terra Rossa.

That's right.
It contains Bauxite.

-Bauxite?
-Yes,

used in the manufacture
of aluminum.

I think I must leave now.

It is very hot down here.
Regular sun-trap.

Just a minute. Pascali...

I owe you an explanation.

I'd like to talk to you.
I'd like to explain all this.

Will you come to my hotel
this evening for a drink?

-About 9:00, if that suits.
-Very well.

In the meantime,
keep this to yourself.

Of course.

You'll be the loser
if you don't.

You'll lose everything.

Who is it?

It is I, Basil Pascali.

[Anthony]
Come in. It's open.

Oh.

Yes. Someone's been having
a damn good look

through my things.

Is there anything missing?

Not as far as I can see.

There's nothing much here
except for a few clothes.

I always travel light.

Except for marble heads.

[chuckles]

They must take me
for an awful fool to think

I'll leave anything valuable
lying about in my room.

Probably Izzet
or one of his minions

trying to find out if you've
taken anything from the site.

No doubt.

It's more serious
than you think.

They won't wait much longer.

Your life is in danger.
Mine too!

-I'm a British subject.
-You're as liable

as the next man to die
of a knife between the ribs.

Take my advice
before it's too late.

Let them have their papers back
on the terms they've offered.

And the statue?
You don't understand.

I have a responsibility now.

But our deal. The agreement.
What about that?

-Is it all over, then?
-Not at all.

I just need a day or two longer.

That's where you come in,
actually.

I do?

[indistinct chatter]

-[Basil] How did you find it?
-Pure chance. I fell on it.

Quite literally fell on it.
It was fate.

You know,
it was the strangest feeling

seeing it like that,
struggling to get out.

So you knew that same evening
that you sent the note?

Yes. That's why I mentioned
the soldiers.

You didn't really think
they'd remove them, did you?

No, but I needed
to play for time.

What for? So you could remove
the statue from the island?

No, no, no.
So I can clean it up, study it,

make some sketches.

How much more time do you need?

Until the day after tomorrow.

So that's what you propose?

I am to ask them to wait
until the day after tomorrow,

then presumably
you will have the contract?

Exactly.
Then we shall get our money.

What makes you think
they'll wait?

They'll wait.
What choice do they have?

Then once we've got our money,
I shall report my discovery

to the authorities
in Constantinople,

and the statue will be recovered
and placed on exhibition

in the museum there.

I shall request a small plaque

to be placed beside it
giving my name

and the circumstances
of the finding.

And what about me?
Mahmoud Pasha will be furious.

He will have no time
to explore the site,

officials from the mainland
will be here

as soon as you report
the matter.

True, quite true.

But you will have the money,
won't you, old chap?

And I mean to say if Pasha
had paid up

and then found nothing
on the site,

your position would be
just as difficult.

You should've thought of that
before you asked me to act

as your interpreter.

You used me.

Well, never mind that now.

What do you say?

Shall we be allies?

We two, against the whole damn
lot of them? Hmm?

Allies.

[guitar music playing]

-You will go and see them, then?
-Yes, I will.

If you really want to help,

you can come up to the site
tomorrow and lend a hand.

There's a lot to do,
and it's slow work for just one.

Really? You would like that?

-I'd very much appreciate it.
-What time?

Oh, any time.
I'll be there all day.

All right.

-Good night, Pascali.
-Good night, Mr. Bowles.

[speaking Greek]

[Basil]
Over the past six months,

he has been performing
all over Asia Minor.

He has kept a faithful record.

Imagine it, Excellency,

the same air
of righteousness,

the same object,
the same Gladstone bag.

Now, life has ousted his art.

Reality has transcended
the dream.

A genuine discovery.

Can you wonder why he
has become so passionate?

So possessive?

I know also
why the Pasha delays.

The land is no longer his.

He has been buying it up
as fast as he can,

and now he has sold it
to your government.

To you, Excellency,
at a handsome profit,

no doubt,
in view of those
precious bauxite deposits.

No wonder he is so afraid
of the contract

falling into the wrong hands.

Even as a boy, I was fascinated
by the ancient world.

When people asked me
what I wanted to be,

-I always said an archaeologist.
-[Basil] Hmm.

All my life, I've dreamt
of discovering something.

And now I have.

It's as though everything
I've ever done

has led me to this.

Look at him.

Isn't he wonderful?

[Basil] He is, yes.

This is not a copy.

He was already old
when the Romans were here.

He's been here in this hillside
for about 2,000 years.

Two thousand years.

He's certainly very beautiful.

I think I'll go
and find a bit of shade,

rest for a while,
if you don't mind.

Time is short, you know.

I was hoping you'd help me
clean him up later on.

Of course.

If I were you,
I'd get clear of the island

as soon as I possibly could.

As soon as you get the money,
I mean.

Yes.

I was intending
to go to Constantinople.

What on earth for.

That's the last place
I would want to go just now.

It's all over, Pascali,
it's finished.

-Rumors.
-It's absolute fact.

There's nothing for you here,
either.

Unless you change
your profession.

Or arrange a new paymaster.

Why do you want to go
to Constantinople anyway?

I say! Stand over here.
Look at him now.

[Basil] Yes.

Yes.

[Anthony] And you mean to say
nothing has ever happened?

Not once.

No word of acknowledgement,
not in 20 years.

I get the money every month
without fail.

Some clod made an order
on the bank

and the money keeps coming.

Nobody knows why,
so nobody stops it.

Chap who arranged
it's probably dead.

But that's why
I want to go there,

I want to find out what's
happened to all my reports.

It's my one chance
to find some...

meaning to my life.

My dear fellow,

have you any idea
how many informants

there must be in the Ottoman
possessions? Hmm?

You really suppose
those people in the ministry

have a filing system?

Nobody reads anything, Pascali.

Your own trade is at an end,
too, if what you say is true.

Have you considered that?
I mean,

you depended on the system,
didn't you?

The swamp has been your habitat.

-Swamp?
-[Basil] Yes.

The Empire is a swamp,
and we both belong in it,

together with the orchids
and the snakes.

Oh, I don't know about that.

In any case,
I should be moving on.

This is a turning point
in my life.

Do you realize how few
original Greek bronzes

there are in existence?

I thought you were intending
to hand him over to the
authorities?

Yes, I am, of course.

But the mere association
of my name

to the discovery will be enough.

Just look at his face.

He's at the very end of a great,
classical period.

The point of decline...

the brink of decadence.
That's why he's so marvelous.

I think I'll be getting back
now, if you don't mind.

Well, all right.

I'll stay on a bit longer.

By tomorrow, I should have
all the information I need,

then we can go ahead.

Yes.

Goodbye then,
for the moment.

Thank you for your help.

I won't forget it.

Listen.
Take my advice.

Don't go to Constantinople.

With your languages,
you could get work in Europe

as an interpreter or something.

-It all depends on money.
-You'll get your money.

You have my word on it.
Five hundred lira.

Tell me.

What did you mean that day
about the Turks?

When you said
you had to show them?

Oh, that.

Well,

someone has
to teach them a lesson.

You know, show them the error
of their ways.

I see.

Yes, I see.

[Basil]
I left them together,

Mr. Bowles
and his bronze love.

Was it possible
he would give him up,

leave him to the infidels?

I could not believe it.

I know nothing
about this Mr. Bowles.

Surely.

He's expecting a large sum
from London.

Five hundred liras. He asked me
to come by to inquire for him.

I have received nothing.

No money?

-You're certain?
-Nothing!

How many times
do I have to say it?

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, Basil!
You gave me such a fright!

Please, I must talk with you.

-What is it?
-I have to know.

I have to know what's happening.

-What?
-The statue.

He's planning to steal it,
isn't he?

-What statue?
-Do not pretend!

What were you doing
on the American's boat?

He's in it, too!
You're all in it together!

-Have you been spying on me?
-Why don't you trust me?

Do I count for so little?

All these years
I've watched you,

observed you,

loved you.

Oh, Lydia.

Basil, don't.

You love him, don't you?

Your fine,
upstanding Englishman?

Yes,

if you want to know.

And you're going away with him?

Answer me.

It's all changing.

The island, you know,
it's all coming to an end.

You must go, too!

I have nowhere to go.

[indistinct chatter]

[Basil] I knew then,
with cold certainty,

what I must do.

It did not take long
to explain things.

They knew about the statue,

but it had not occurred to them
that he would be mad enough

to try and remove it.

[speaking Turkish]

[Basil] He begged me to return
to my house and remain there.

And now,
the moment is at hand.

The moment
I have been dreading.

[knocks on door]

[Basil] They have come.

I am to be their guide.

[boat rowing]

[indistinct chatter]

[thunder rumbling]

-[insects chirping]
-[frogs croaking]

[in Turkish]

[indistinct chatter]

[Anthony] For God's sake,
be careful, Smith!

Hold him steady!

Don't make any sudden move,
please.

[Smith] Off course,
I can hear you. Come on, boys.

[speaking Turkish]

No!

-[speaking Turkish]
-[Basil] No!

-[gunfire]
-[groans]

-No!
-[speaking Turkish]

[Lydia groans]

[Anthony groan]

Anthony.

[gunshot]

Oh, Lydia.

[indistinct chatter]

Lydia, forgive me.

The error...

of their ways.

[exhales]

[insects chirping]

[panting]

[surf crashing on sand]

[thunder rumbling]

[Basil] "Here is the sum
we agreed on.

You must get clear
of the island without delay.

Be at the headland
at dawn.

-The boat will be waiting...
-[sobbing]

...Anthony Bowles."

[crying]

[thunder rumbling]

[Basil] Eight days have passed.

I was right
about the American.

The rebels have their guns.

[inaudible gunfire]

It's over.

Our empire is finished.

Mr. Bowles was right
about that.

I knew it then
as I know it now.

My reports
have not been read.

Worse, they have not been kept.

There's nothing for me now
but to wait.

One day soon,
the Greeks will come for me.

I never thought
it would end this way.

I never intended
their death.

I loved them.

I loved them both.

Lord of the World,

Shadow of God on Earth.

God bring you increase.

[dramatic orchestra music plays]