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- How did it go?
- Great.

I'm taking them across next time.

Good work. Get this to headquarters.

Tell them there's a big attack
coming soon.

I'll see you in three days.
Same time, same place.

- Yes, sir.
- Now get going.

Good luck.

Don't shoot me!

Voulez-vous a ride?

Okay, Capitaine?

What'd I tell you. Another lousy frog.

Look at his uniform. He's Belgian.

Same thing.

Hey, what's a snail-eater like you
doing around here, anyway?

Sure thing.

Jesus! Will you look at him?

He looks like he just stepped off
of some fashion parade.

Hey, absolutely, Alphonsey. I agree.

This guy stinks!

What'd he say?

I don't know.
Something about his cologne.

Geez!

This guy's giving me the willies.

Just quit your bellyaching, huh, Joe?
We're here.

Au revoir, you snail-eater.

And I hope I never have
to smell you again.

Au revoir, fellas.

Oh, and, thanks for the ride.

- Capitano Rico.
- Hello, signora. Is Giulietta...

Oh, yes, yes, yes. Come in.
How lovely to see you.

Please, make yourself comfortable.

- I'll find you...
- Giulietta, your Captain's here!

Umberto.

Hello, Giulietta.

Hello, Indy.

- Oh, please, please sit down.
- And don't stay too long.

Umberto!

- For you.
- For me?

How lovely.

I must put this in water,
so I must find something.

Excuse me, please.

The other one's flowers
are much better than yours.

Umberto!

Besides, he bought Giulietta
a bar of soap.

- He's only a kid.
- Oh, yeah, he's really a terrific kid.

I... I really like your rose, Indy.
It's very beautiful.

I'm so glad.

Come here.

- Did you miss me?
- Yes.

Your mission, was it dangerous?

A little.

- But I don't think of danger.
- No?

All I think of is, is you.

I worry about you.

I have...

- Fear?
- Fear. Yes, fear.

You're so adorable, so sweet.

Good evening, sir.

That was a pretty good trick you pulled,
Capitaine.

- In the ambulance, remember?
- Oh, yeah.

Hey, Ernie Hemingway from Chicago.

Indiana Jones.
Most people call me Indy.

Indy.

- Ernie.
- Thanks. Yeah.

- You speak darn good English, huh?
- I should, I'm from New Jersey.

No kidding.

Hey, that's the Croix de Guerre
you got there, huh?

M�daille militaire,
That means you're wounded.

Hey, did it hurt?

It always hurts.

Oh, gee.
I'd like to win a medal. Any medal.

Don't be too hasty.
You might get yourself killed.

No, I won't get killed.
Not driving an ambulance.

Not enough action.

Hey, what's up with you, buddy?
You look like you've been hit by a truck.

- It's my girl.
- Your girl?

I got this girl. I'm crazy about her.

Everything was going great, and then,

while I was away on my last mission,
some guy starts to move in on her.

- What? The rat!
- He's given her flowers and presents.

He's really romancing her.
I think he's getting somewhere.

Tell you what you gotta do.
You gotta beat him.

- Beat him?
- Yeah, evaporate him.

Make him a memory.

- I don't even know who he is.
- It doesn't matter.

No, no. See, see, you gotta compete,
you hear me?

I mean, no holds barred.

Now, he gives your girl flowers,
you give her more flowers.

He gives your girl presents,
you give her more presents.

I mean, I'm telling you, buddy,
hey, dames,

they really go for that kind of thing.

- You sure?
- Yeah, positive.

Heck, it's what I always do.

Hey, love is like war, Indy.
To the victor go the spoils.

Hey, you gotta try
some of this local grappa.

Knock the enamel off your teeth, huh?

- To love and war.
- To love and war.

Anyway, I gotta tell you, Spain's great.

- Yeah?
- You're gonna love it.

The wine is strong,
the women are beautiful,

and in Pamplona at fiesta time,

they run the bulls
right through the streets.

I gotta go there someday.
Hey, now, wait.

- Now remember, you have to compete!
- Compete, right.

You gotta beat this other guy
out of sight!

- Out of sight!
- Now, now, what are you gonna do?

- Hemingway, where you going?
- Yeah.

We're gonna...

Hey... Hey, listen.

I got a buddy
that works in the commissary.

Now, if that rat gives your girl
a bar of soap,

my buddy will get you two bars.

- Two bars! Right.
- Two! Hey, anything you need.

Thanks, man. You're a pal.

Hey, it's my pleasure, old man.

- Hey, and if you do meet that rat...
- I'll beat the crap out of him.

- And I'll help you.
- That's right.

- That's right. Right.
- Right.

There was nobody there.

Could be a trap.

- You want to call the plan off?
- I still think it's worth taking a chance.

- It's your life, Captain.
- Yes, sir.

What's up? You seem jumpy.

I'm not jumpy. I just...
I just want to get back.

Strain getting to you, Captain?

No, sir.
I just got my mind on something else.

Good day, sir.

I thought we might go for a walk.

That is, if you'd like to.

That would be nice. Yes.

- For you.
- Thank you. They're beautiful.

And I brought you this present.

- Thank you.
- It's soap.

- Yes?
- Three bars.

I must put these in water.

Don't be too long.

You're walking too fast, Indy.

- Granny cannot keep up.
- Okay, okay.

Please, she is old.

All right, it's just...
I just wanted so much to be with you.

But you are with me.

Alone.

'Cause I'm crazy about you.

I don't think you should
say such things to me.

Why? They're true. And I...

Please.

Come on.

Oh, Indy, we shouldn't have.
That was so dangerous.

Dangerous? That was nothing.
If you only knew.

You're right, that was very dangerous.

But, see, don't you see
that that's my life?

Daily, I duel with death.

My darling, I'll be going away again
on another mission.

- And I have to warn you that...
- You could be wounded?

Wounded or even...

No.

No.

No!

My darling, in this big crazy world,
for two people like us,

there's so little time.

So little time.

Say it was worth it. Say it!

Yes, a thousand times.

You told her what?

I told her
I was going across the lines again

and might get killed. It really worked!

Oh, I don't believe this!
What are you, crazy?

But she kissed me. What a kiss!
I practically melted.

You lunatic, that's the worst thing
you could have done!

Why?

Why? Why? Why? He asks me why!

Because now she's thinking
about being without you, you dope.

See, she's gonna give up on you.
Forget all about you.

And then this other guy
is gonna move right in.

- Really?
- Yes, really, lunkhead.

He's a rat, remember?

So he's gonna soothe her
and he's gonna comfort her.

He's gonna put his lousy arms
around her,

and kiss away her lousy tears.

- Rat! Dirty rat.
- Yeah, didn't I tell you?

Oh, boy, Indy, you really fouled up.

So what do I do?

What do you do?
Well, you win her back is what you do.

You retake the ground you just lost,
fix bayonets and charge.

- How?
- I don't know yet.

- Well, suppose that I...
- No! Quiet.

- Yeah.
- Let me think.

- I got it.
- What?

You write her a letter. I mean, you write
her the greatest darn love letter

- that was ever written.
- No, I can't write letters like that.

Come on, the heck you can't.

No, the last letter I wrote was
to Arabia. And it was to a guy.

Okay, listen.

All you have to do
is write down one true sentence.

Yeah, just, you know,
write the truest sentence you can.

You do it.

- Me?
- You're a writer, you told me.

I was a reporter for a time
on The Kansas City Star.

Well, that's writing, isn't it?

Listen, dumbhead,
it's got to come from you.

Now write. You hear me? Write!

Hey! Hey, hey!
Put a lid on it, will you? All right?

There's a guy here trying to create.

Come on, just read me what you wrote.

- "My darling."
- Yeah, that's not bad.

"Beauty, strength, youth
are flowers but fading seen

"Duty, faith, love are roots
and ever green"

Sounds pretty good.

It's from an Elizabethan poem
by George Peele.

- What's it called?
- A Farewell to Arms.

A Farewell to Arms. That's a good title.

No, no, no, no. See, that won't work.

Listen, you mustn't quote
or write out of your head, you know.

I mean,
you just gotta cut all that crap out.

You gotta write out of your nerves, huh?
Your muscles.

All right. Start me off.

All right, look,
just the first sentence, okay?

"First there was the sunrise,

"and then there was your face.

"And I loved the sunrise,
but I loved your face better."

You got that? All right.

"The sunrise made me see
your lovely face clearly,

"and it was good.

"I smelled the bright smell of your hair,

"tangy, tangy,
like pine needles in the Abruzzi."

Abruzzi?

"Tasted the clean taste of your beauty,

"light and clear

"like yellow Frascati."

- Yellow Frascati?
- "And it was good.

"And I knew then that I loved you truly,
and it was better than good."

Ain't it great, huh?
That'll get her for sure.

Tell headquarters
the bombardment starts in 72 hours.

Then the main attack goes in.
Are they ready?

- As ready as they'll ever be.
- Then move.

Doesn't Giulietta look beautiful?

- The other one plays cello, too.
- Umberto!

- He plays long duets with Giulietta.
- Umberto!

- Tomorrow is Giulietta's birthday.
- Tomorrow? Really?

We're having a special dinner.
Will you come?

Thanks, I'd love to.

Music. Music is so wonderful.
You play, Enrico?

I took piano lessons when I was a kid,
but I didn't like it very much.

No. Oh, such a pity.

- But I do play the flute.
- Oh, the flute?

That's so spiritual, so... So romantic.

Well, actually, I play primitive flutes.

- Primitive?
- Like Peruvian, Chinese.

But the flute,
the real flute is so beautiful.

Man, that's a terrific idea.
Italians are nuts about music.

I mean, come on, where the hell
are you gonna find a flute around here?

The 23rd Regiment's got
a pretty good band. I'll borrow one.

Now you're rolling, old man.
Yeah! I'm proud of you.

- What's the problem?
- There's no mouthpiece.

- No mouthpiece?
- Look.

See, the flutes I'm used to
you blow down, not across.

- Now what am I gonna do?
- Well, beats the hell out of me.

I mean, there's nowhere around here

you're gonna find a Peruvian
or a Chinese...

- What in God's name is that?
- It's a saxophone.

A saxophone? Don't be a dope.
Looks more like a kid's toy.

No, it's a soprano saxophone.

I fooled around with one of these
in basic training at Le Havre.

That is the most ridiculous-looking thing
I've ever seen in my life.

Only a lunatic would want to play...

- Well, what do you reckon?
- She'll be putty in your hands.

What are you doing here?

- I was invited.
- Invited?

- You were invited?
- Of course. To Giulietta's birthday party.

You'd better come in.

Wait here, please.

Okay, buddy, this is where you get off.

What are you doing here?

- What am I...
- No, no, it's okay, I don't need you.

Need me?

No, no, so beat it, will you? Scram!

- Scram?
- Get the heck out of here!

What do you mean,
get the heck out of here? I was invited!

- Invited?
- Sure, it's Giulietta's...

- You!
- You!

- You rat!
- Me?

You dirty, two-timing rat!

- Judas!
- I ought to...

Dinner is served.

I hope you like pasta, Captain Enrico.

Yes, I do.

And you, Lieutenant Ernesto,
you also like pasta?

Yes.

Pasta's good.

Pasta is very good.

Pasta is extremely good.

As a matter of fact, I love pasta.

I adore it. Always have.

- Sauce, Enrico?
- With pleasure.

Ernesto?

With joy. Oh!

Napoletano, my favorite!

These tomatoes,
the soul of your wonderful country.

So plump, so juicy.

So red!

- This, this is really...
- Wonderful!

This is delicious.

Beyond words.

Ernesto, how long you stay here?

Forever, I hope.

And you, Enrico?

So long...

So long as Italy needs soldiers.

Bravo!

Bravo!

You want some more?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

More fruit, Enrico?

And you, Ernesto? Little more cheese?

Excuse me.

Giulietta.

I was wondering if...

So light, so sensitive.

He has a soul of a true artist.

Lousy poet!

Renegade!

- Don't kid yourself this is over!
- Over? I haven't even started yet!

- She's my girl!
- She's mine, I saw her first!

Okay, Jones, okay, you asked for it.
This is man stuff, no holds barred!

Fine by me, Hemingway.
From now on, this is war!

- Yeah, war!
- War!

I'd like to buy them all.

- No!
- No, wait!

"This wonderful fragrance
reminds me of you."

"Beauty, strength, youth are

"Flowers... fading seen

"Duty, faith, love

"are roots

"ever...

"Ever..."

Excuse me.

This is crazy. It's getting us nowhere.

I agree.

- What do you suggest?
- I suggest...

I suggest we go see Giulietta together.

- And?
- And...

And let her decide.

What do you say?

- Whoever she chooses gets her.
- Yeah, and the loser butts out.

I'll start booking your ticket, cream-puff.

Yeah, start packing your bags,
you big ape.

Hey, where's your sister?

Is she at home?

What's going on?

I'm...

I'm getting married.

- Married?
- Married?

Who to?

Alfredo.

- Alfredo?
- Alfredo?

We have been knowing each other
since we were little children.

He is such a lovely boy.
We will be happy together.

- But, Giulietta...
- I mean, I thought we had...

Indy. Ernesto.

You have been so kind.

It's been all so very nice.

And when I think about you
in the future,

it will make me feel so happy.

It's your fault.

- It's yours.
- Big, fat ugly mug in it!

Oh, if you hadn't acted
like such a prize jerk!

Oh, if you hadn't acted
like such a prize jerk!

- I loved her better.
- I loved her best!

You don't know the first
thing about love! Traitor!

- A traitor?
- Oh, go suck a lemon!

Yeah? Go take a flying jump, louse!

Some friend
you turned out to be! Louse!

The best thing
to ever come out of this is

I don't have to see your big, fat,
ugly dumb face ever again!

Yeah? I hope your intestines
rot in vinegar!

I hope you dry up and shrivel apart!
Do you hear me?

I hope you roast in hell!
I hope you roast in hell!

My leg! I can't move!

Indy! Indy!

Indy! Indy!

Indy!

Oh, God, please.

Hey.

How'd it go?

Oh, pretty good.

- They're shipping me out tomorrow.
- Great.

- How are your legs?
- Oh.

Well, apart from 227 holes, and
a ton of Austrian shrapnel, I'm dandy.

At least, so the doc says.

- Well, you got your medal.
- Yeah.

First American to be wounded in Italy.

Yeah, I guess it's something.

Hey, listen,
if you're ever in Chicago, look me up.

I will.

I will.

I've been thinking about going to
the University of Chicago,

to study archeology.

Hey, Ernie.

A pact.

No matter what happens, we'll never
chase after the same girl again.

It's a deal?

It's a deal.

Well, Defense.
You are well enough to be reassigned.

You'll be shipped to Venice.

Oh, and nurse Sofia
will accompany you.

Venice.

That sounds promising.

- Good luck.
- Thank you, sir.

Congratulations, Captain Defense.

Your performance
has been outstanding.

- Thank you, sir.
- In the mountains,

you brought over more
German deserters than anyone.

Before that, in Palestine,

you did brilliant work in
the capture of Damascus.

It is a record, second to none.

Are you completely recovered
from your wound?

I still get a little tired.
Actually, I'm 100 percent, though, really.

I can't wait to start my new assignment.

Your next assignment is North Africa.

North Africa?

- But there's no war there.
- On the contrary.

The Germans are doing everything
they can to stir up trouble there.

And if the French lose control
of North Africa,

it would be calamitous.

I can't believe this,
there's nothing there.

- Why me?
- You speak Arabic.

And frankly, Captain,
someone has to go.

Okay.

Indy.

Thank you.
Any idea what Casablanca's like?

That's what I figured.

Sir. Yes, sir.

You can go in now.

Again, I am delighted
they sent you, Captain.

A man of your caliber is rare here.

Thank you, sir. So my assignment?

That you will learn
when you reach Fort Comis, here.

At the edge of the desert,
with most of our troops back in France,

the situation here is delicate,
even precarious.

The rebel tribesmen
are growing in numbers.

Their audacity is increasing. And why?

Because someone is supplying them
with fresh arms and ammunition.

Your mission is to capture
some of those stolen rifles,

so we can see who has made them.

And perhaps find a serial number,
so we can trace their origin.

Tomorrow at dawn, you will lead
a patrol to Fort Comis.

No one must know
that you are in French intelligence.

- Wouldn't you know it...
- And your new identity

is Captain Duval of the Foreign Legion.

I have here your papers.

But you must be careful.
The enemy here is everywhere.

- Congratulations. Good luck.
- Thank you, sir.

Sergeant Hinkel,
ready for your orders, sir.

You're German?

So are the rest of the patrol.

Apart from a couple of Poles
and a Lithuanian.

This is the Legion, mein Kapit�n.

All the nationalities of Europe.

Well, I suppose we'd better get started.

Mount up!

- Lend me your water bottle, Sergeant.
- My water bottle?

- Oh, no, sir, you don't want it.
- What?

I mean, you don't need it.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Cut the crap, Hinkel. Hand it over.

That's an order, Sergeant.

- What is this?
- Schnapps, sir.

- What?
- Schnapps.

One hundred percent proof.

This is lethal.

- God.
- I knew you wouldn't like it.

Whoa. Whoa.

Berbers. El Hadji's men.

Are they friendly?

- Does that answer your question, sir?
- Go, go!

Okay, put your guns down!

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Relax.

Relax.

Well, you're getting to see some action.

Morocco isn't so boring after all.

Talk!

You spawn of Satan!

Talk!

I have nothing to say.

Nothing to say?

You take my country by force.

You exploit my people.
You degrade my religion.

And you have nothing to say.

Let us try the torture of
a thousand cuts, El Hadji.

They are not worthy of so noble a death.

Take them out and shoot them.

Wait a minute.

So...

You have something to say, after all.

No.

I just thought before we die...

Last cigarette?

You French are so romantic.

Give them a cigarette.

Here, take it.

My mouth's a bit dry.

Yes, go!

The saddlebag on that horse you stole

seems to be full of German
communiqu� to the Bedouin.

You did well to get through, Duval.

Very well.

Did I tell you we've been under attack
here for the past 10 months?

No, no one's told me a thing,
least of all about my assignment.

Your assignment, yes.

Rather than stealing
German communiqu�,

you would have been better off
if you'd gotten a rifle,

so we could discover who is supplying
them with fresh arms and ammunition.

Don't you mean the Germans?

No, not in this case.

It could be anyone, anyone at all.

Free traders, Egyptians, Italians.

We are lost unless we can
find the source of these guns.

Colonel, it looks like
he's already done it.

These were in the saddlebags
of the horse Captain Duval was riding.

Look, sir.

Serial numbers, rifle, ammunition.
It's all there.

Captain, you've surpassed yourself.

Only here five minutes and you've
already accomplished your mission.

The arms, Captain Duval, are French.

- French?
- Yes. Imagine.

Our very latest type of rifle,
more deadly, more accurate

than anything we've known before.

You must report back to HQ.

There, they will compare these numbers

with the records they have
at headquarters.

And then we shall be able
to identify the source.

I suggest you leave as soon as it's dark.

Dismissed!

They told me you were exceptional.
They did not exaggerate.

But you have exceeded your reputation.

Thank you, sir.

He will have to be extraordinary
if this is true.

The serial numbers are from arms
delivered to Sheikh Kamal.

Sheikh Kamal?

But he's one of the most loyal
of all the council!

If loyalty can be measured in the
amount of gold we've paid him, but...

Can it?

Well, if Kamal is a traitor, gentlemen,
our position here is serious.

I regret, General,

that it may be even more serious
than you imagine.

May I remind you that
our arms in Hidran

are guarded by a detachment
of the Legion,

which raises a disturbing possibility.

That a legionnaire is the traitor?

No! Lmpossible.

In war, as in love, nothing is impossible.
I would it were otherwise.

Who is in command at Hidran?

Colonel Bonnet.

Bonnet is a man of honor.
I would trust him with my life.

It would appear that we must send
this young man to Hidran immediately.

But how is he to get there
without arousing suspicion?

True. The slightest hint, my dear fellow,
and your life won't be worth a fig.

What about that American woman?

She is touring there.

With a legionnaire as escort.

- Excellent.
- American woman?

A distinguished American writer
is at present visiting North Africa.

In Paris she has done important work,
founding hospitals for the wounded,

raising money for widows and orphans.

The President of the Republic recently
decorated her with the Legion of Honor.

Her name is

- Mrs. Edith Wharton.
- The novelist?

- Oh, you know her?
- I know of her, yes, sir.

Is she due to visit Hidran?

No, but it can be arranged.
Captain Duval.

You're appointed liaison officer
to Mrs. Wharton.

You will travel with her to Hidran.

There you will uncover the traitor
who's been selling arms to the Berbers,

and you will take appropriate measures.

- Good luck.
- Sir.

Miss Wharton.

Henry Duval.

- You're American, surely.
- New Jersey.

It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

How delightful.
Happy to know you, Captain Duval.

- Watch your step here.
- Thank you.

Okay.

Oh, no. I hate to ride by myself.
Come and sit with me, please.

There. That's so much nicer.

But the truth of it is
my name is Henry Jones.

I just named myself Indiana after
my dog. So my friends call me Indy.

Then so shall I. Indy. I like it.
And you must call me Edith.

All right. Edith.

Tell me, Indy, how do you come
to join The French Foreign Legion?

That's quite a story.

With the girl at the beginning of it,
I hope.

- Something like that.
- You don't want to talk about it?

No, I don't mind. I just hate to bore you.

Bore me?
With a tale of unrequited passion?

It was unrequited, wasn't it?

Begin. I'm all ears.

It was in Princeton.
I was still in high school.

Spring break was coming up,
and there was this girl.

Her name was Nancy.
Nancy and I were...

Then I asked Vicky to marry me.
Only she wouldn't.

She wants to be a writer.

She just didn't want to give up
her independence.

So that's when I joined the
Belgian Army, and I just left London.

I don't know.
I guess it's always like that.

Like what?

Well, like... Like, it starts out okay,

and then everything
seems to get messed up.

Not too long ago, there was this girl
in Italy. And I loved her. I really did.

So did this pal of mine.

We fought over her like cats and dogs.
We were both crazy about her.

Then she went and married
some other guy.

What makes people fall in love?

And why do they always fall in love
with the wrong people?

I don't know.

All I do know is there's no controlling it.

One falls in love, one feels pain.

One also causes it,
and then other people are hurt.

Don't look sad.

Sometimes love can be wonderful.

And with the last person
you'd ever dream of.

Well, that's true. In Paris I had...

I had an experience.

Do you mean sex?

Yeah.

I'm sorry. I've been talking for hours.
I've never done that with anyone before.

I'm sorry. I've been talking for hours.
I've never done that with anyone before.

I enjoyed it.

Because you're a writer?

No. Because I like you.

Now, may I have some more tea?

Sure.

You cold?

Maybe a little.

God, it's beautiful.

Yes, it is.

This is one of the oldest Casbahs
in Morocco.

It was built around the same time
as Versailles.

Those sunken gardens,
mosques, baths.

There was nothing like it
in the whole of North Africa.

How do you know all this?

I've always been interested
in archeology.

When the war's over,
I'm gonna become an archeologist.

You'll make a fine one.

- You think so?
- I do. You have passion.

This is so great.

You're really sweet, you know that?

Thank you.

I like you, too.

Well...

Whoa, whoa.

You okay?

Thank you.

- Oh, look at that.
- Wait. Wait. Stop.

No.

Okay.

- It's beautiful.
- Yeah.

Mrs. Wharton. Mrs. Wharton.

Mrs. Wharton.

My name's Lowell Thomas,
US Government Information Service.

- How do you do?
- Oh, terrific. Thanks.

They told me I'd find you here.

- "They"?
- General Lyautey's guys at HQ.

Boy, did we hightail it
to catch up with you.

I'm not sure I understand.

Well, I'm writing
for American newspapers,

and you're on your way to Hidran, right?

Well, the idea is that
I go along with you.

- You go with us?
- Right.

Hi. Good to know you.

Captain Duval, French Foreign Legion.
Can I see your papers, please?

Sure.

Famous American author
in darkest Africa.

It could be a terrific story.

I'm not here to promote myself,
Mr. Thomas.

No, sure, but it's great human interest.
Folks back home could really go for it.

And it'll show how much we're doing
to win this war.

Mrs. Wharton, look.

I won't be in the way.

Anything I write, I'll let you see it.

If you don't like it, it's spiked.
That's a promise, okay?

Very well.

Oh, great. You won't regret it.

You won't even know I'm here.

The fact is, Captain,
the war in Europe's a stalemate.

That's why I went
where the action is, Arabia.

I was in Arabia earlier this year.

You were?

Say, did you ever run across
a crazy Britisher called T. E. Lawrence?

Ned Lawrence? Sure.
Known him since I was 10 years old.

You don't say.

Maybe you could fill me in
on his background.

A few personal details, stuff like that.

I was just telling Captain Duval
about this British officer in Arabia.

Turns out he already knows him.
Anything, doesn't matter how small.

I don't think so.

His name's T. E. Lawrence.

And he's leading the Bedouin in
a guerrilla war against the Turks,

whaling the tar out of them.

I don't think I've heard of him.

You will. By the time I'm through,
the whole world will have heard of him.

- He'll hate that.
- Are you kidding? He'll love it.

Believe me, pal, I know.
So will the public.

He's a hero.
And the public needs heroes.

All it takes is a little help.

Is that your job, Mr. Thomas?
To provide the public with heroes?

Or villains. Partly, yes.
What's wrong with that?

People aren't interested in ideas.
It's personalities they get excited about.

So you do your best to excite them?

Sure.

Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Wharton.
I don't tell lies.

I wasn't suggesting that you did.

But how far would you go
in writing about...

What did you call it?
Their personal details?

- As far as it takes, I guess.
- How far is that? Into their homes?

Maybe.

- Their bedrooms?
- Maybe.

That's what you do, after all.

- What I do?
- Sure.

I've read your books, Mrs. Wharton.
I admire them.

You show up social hypocrisy,
you get underneath the facade.

You write about men and women
in their most intimate of moments,

and you don't stop
when the bedroom door closes.

Where's the difference?

The difference, Mr. Thomas, is
between literature and journalism.

One is fiction.

And one is invading a real person's
private life and exploiting it.

Well, I guess you're partly right.

Only partly?

Yes. Because I believe... I truly believe
that the public has a right to know.

And I believe, as truly as you,

that there are some things
which are private.

And unless we are barbarians,

they must remain private.

What'd I say?

Colonel Bonnet at your service,
Mrs. Wharton.

Delighted to meet you, Colonel Bonnet.

May I introduce my officers,
Capitaine Morel,

Lieutenant Cordier et Lieutenant Viard.

This is Captain Duval
and Mr. Lowell Thomas.

His Excellency, Sheikh Kamal,
is ready to receive you.

Madam.

Mrs. Edith, your presence
honors my poor house.

The honor is mine, Your Excellency.

So, may I present Captain Duval
and Mr. Thomas.

Please.

Your journey, it was beautiful?

Everything in North Africa
is beautiful, sir.

But nothing is more beautiful
than Hidran.

That is true.

I see that you are most intelligent,
for a woman.

I see that you are most intelligent,
for a woman.

Thank you, sir.

I see that you are most courteous,
for a man.

Splendid.

I look forward to your company
at dinner.

In the meantime,
Ismail is capitaine of my bodyguard.

He will show all things to you.

What is that building?

The armory. Would you care to see it?

It's getting late, sir.

- Shall we?
- Why not?

Our very latest type.

Most impressive.

Who has access to this place?

Only my officers
and the Sheikh's personal bodyguard.

- No one else?
- No one.

The armory is top security.

It's a fine weapon.

Sir, we mustn't keep
Sheikh Kamal waiting.

And I am sure Mrs. Wharton
would like to rest before dinner.

Shall we?

Colonel Bonnet.

Orders from General Lyautey
to be delivered to you personally.

If you could just sign for those.

Sign? I have never signed before.

It's General Lyautey's orders, sir.

Very well.

Thank you, sir.

That was wonderful, Your Excellency.

It did not shock you, Mrs. Edith?

Shock me? Why should it shock me?
It is the custom of your country.

We have our customs, too.

Our dancing may seem more formal,
but it can be equally erotic.

Don't you agree, Captain Duval?

I guess it depends
who you're dancing with.

The only shocking thing about custom
is if one becomes its prisoner.

Explain, please.

I mean, when manners,
rules, conventions,

become too strong to break.
It can lead to real unhappiness.

- For example, falling in love.
- I don't understand.

Suppose you love someone,
someone outside the normal rules.

Suppose you lack the courage
to act on it,

and to do what your heart
tells you is right,

wouldn't that lead to unhappiness?

Such a thing can never happen
in my country.

No? I'm afraid it often does in mine.

The food is not to your taste?

It's delicious. The truth of the matter
is I'm just feeling a bit dizzy.

If you'll excuse me.

Too much dancing girl, no?

- Open up.
- Sorry, sir. No one's allowed inside.

"Admit Captain Duval
to the Armory at all times.

"Colonel Bonnet."

Sir.

I fast only in the daytime.

Very good.

There you are.
We'd almost given you up.

- I trust you are better, Capitaine.
- Much better. Thank you, sir.

You just missed a delightful story.

Thank you, Your Excellency.
An unforgettable experience.

Tomorrow I give a luncheon for you
to meet some of my people.

- I bid you good night, Mrs. Edith.
- Good night, sir.

- Every two weeks at night?
- Every other Monday.

Thank you.

Colonel, I need to speak to you
and the council. I have a message.

Now?

- Capitaine, this is hardly the moment.
- It's important, sir.

The library in 10 minutes.

A secret mission? You are a spy?

Yes, sir.

I assume you have some proof of this.

My orders signed by General Lyautey.

Weapons are being stolen
from the armory, here in Hidran.

Taken to the rebel tribes by Haroun.

Haroun shall be arrested.

No, sir. Not yet. He's not the real traitor.

The real traitor is someone
who has official access to the armory.

- Can you prove it?
- I think so.

Have your officers meet me
there immediately.

You dare to suggest that
an officer of the Legion...

And you, sir, bring your bodyguards.

But my bodyguards are loyal.
Each one of them would die for me.

I'm sorry, sir. We don't have much time.

He drops the rifles down,
replaces the tiles,

and he puts the empty boxes
at the bottom of the stacks.

Then he goes through the storehouse,
across through the tunnel.

He takes the rifles and he puts them
in the boxes inside the storehouse.

During the night,
Haroun's men load them onto camels

and take them to the rebels.

- Incredible.
- No, sir, it's a fact.

And here's another fact.
Haroun's caravan is due tonight.

Which means another consignment
has just been transferred.

But that still doesn't tell us
who the traitor is.

Maybe it does.

When I got out of the tunnel,
I was covered in sand.

Of course you were. Look.

Yes, sir.
But you'll notice that this sand is white.

Further down the tunnel
the sand is red, a very distinctive red.

Now, my guess is the traitor
will still have some of this on him.

There is no red sand on them.

True. But what about on their boots?
Have your men take off their boots.

Never. This is an insult.

Please, Your Excellency,
Capitaine Duval is right.

Congratulations, Capitaine.
Brilliant work.

Sorry. It's not over yet.

Not over? But you have found the traitor.

I found one traitor.

I figure it would take more than one man
to shift this amount of rifles

in the time allowed.

- You three, take off your boots.
- Sir, I protest.

If you are wrong,
I shall have your head for this.

I'll take that chance.

Do as he says.

That is an order.

You will pay for this, Duval.

Sir!

We haven't seen inside your boots yet.

- Why, you insolent puppy.
- No one leaves here until we do.

If only we could fix this moment,
make time stop.

Then it would last forever.

Except we can't.

No.

In a little while, I shall return to Paris
and you to the war.

Shall we see each other soon,
do you think?

I don't know.

Probably not.

But after when the war is over,
will you visit me?

I want to.

- Edith...
- No. Please, my dear. Don't.

You're right of course.
Time doesn't stop.

I never before realized
what a cruel enemy it is.

First time in my life
I really envy my father.

If I had a daughter, I'd envy her, too.

Go now.

Please.

Goodbye, Mr. Thomas.
I am happy to have known you.

It's been a privilege.
And I'd like you to know, Mrs. Wharton,

that I won't be writing a word
about your visit.

Why, Mr. Thomas,
it never occurred to me that you would.

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