All language subtitles for The.Sheltering.Sky.1990.1080p.BluRay.X264-AMIABLE

Well...Terra firma.

We're probably
the first tourists

they've had
since the war.

Tunner, we're not tourists.
We're travelers.

Oh. What's
the difference?

A tourist is someone who
thinks about going home

the moment
they arrive, Tunner.

Whereas a traveler
might not come back at all.

You mean
I'm a tourist.

Yes, Tunner,
and I'm half and half.

Careful!

Take that one.

12...13...14...15.

No profession?

Not that I'm aware of.

Voyons, monsieur.
Madame is a writer?

Monsieur Tunner
is a businessman?

My wife wrote one play,
monsieur,

five years ago,

and I thought
it was wonderful,

but the reviews were,

between us,
somewhat guarded,

and Mr. Tunner's
only business

is giving dinner parties
on long island.

One at a time.

Monsieur, my husband's
a composer.

He chooses
to be modest today.

Voila.
An artist.

C'est tres bien.

Tres bien.

And how long do you
plan to stay?

Mr. Tunner will probably
be staying 3 to 4 weeks,

but my wife
and I will stay on

for a year or two.

A year or two?

In this place?

That's it.

Ah, the Italians have agreed
to give women the vote.

We can take the train
down to Boussif,

but from there,
we have to take buses.

You've been to north
Africa before, Port.

Kit and I will just
follow your plan.

My only plan
is I have no plan.

Right.
Whatever you say.

Because neither Kit nor Port

had ever lived a life
of any kind of regularity,

they both had made
the fatal error

of coming hazily to regard
time as nonexistent.

One year was like another.

Eventually,
everything would happen.

I had a strange dream
last night.

I just remembered it.

Port, please.

Other people's
dreams are so dull.

I know it's boring,

but I won't remember it
if I don't tell it.

I was...
Traveling on a train,

which I realized
was going to crash

into a Mountain
made of sheets.

Consult
Madame La Hueff's

great gypsy dream
dictionary, I'd say.

Shut up.

I knew it was
going to crash, but...What?

No! Why do you go on

when you know it's boring
for other people?

Maybe Tunner
would like to hear it.

Oh, dreams
are my cup of tea.

At some point, I felt
I could stop the crash

if I could only open
my mouth and scream.

And then I realized
that it was too late

because I'd reached up
and broken off my teeth

with my hand...

As...If they were
made of plaster.

I started to sob--

those kind of terrible
dream sobs

that...Shake you
like an earthquake.

It's all right,
Tunner. Leave her.

Is she crying?

Kit has days when
everything in the world

is merely a sign
for something else.

A white Mercedes can't just
simply be a white Mercedes.

It must have a secret meaning
about the whole of life.

Everything is an omen.

Nothing can just be
what it is.

I got them
from the bellboy.

He said they belonged
to general Montgomery.

What do you think?

I thought they might
be Monty's.

Uh, excuse me.

You're not staying
at the grand hotel

by any chance,
are you?

Yes.

Oh! Oh, good.
Um, I'm Eric Lyle.

Um...Hello.
Um, I say,

I don't suppose
you could, say,

lend me 20 centimes,
could you?

I don't have enough
change for a Sherry.

Oh. Oh. Thanks.
Thanks awfully.

Eric!

You filthy toad.

What are you
concocting?

Oh, hello, mother.

I was going to buy
some cigarettes.

You wretched
little liar.

You are imbibing!

You know what the doctor
told you about alcohol.

Ohh.

What, sweetie?

Nothing.

Except I don't get why
you had to tell your dream

in front of Tunner.

I wasn't telling it
in front of Tunner.

I was telling it
to him

as much as
I told it to you.

I realize you think
dreams are boring,

but, good God,

why do you have to take
everything so seriously?

What is a dream?

It's just that I don't
trust Tunner.

Oh, he's such a gossip.

Tunner? And who might
he be gossiping to

in this place?

Port, you seem to forget.

We'll be back
in New York someday.

Well, perhaps
we may someday,

but I don't care
if he tells my dream

to everyone on the
eastern seaboard.

Who gives a damn?

And what do you mean,
you don't trust Tunner?

I just never felt at ease
with him, that's all.

Well, you might
have mentioned that

before we crossed
the Atlantic with him.

Well, you invited him.

He invited himself.

Well, we let him come.
You let him come.

I mean, don't
misunderstand me.

He's tall.
He's very rich.

He's handsome.

I like him very much.

What does it mean,
you don't trust him?

That must mean
something.

Of course
I mean something.

It's just not important.

I think I'll go for a walk.
You want to come?

No, thanks.

I'm really enjoying this room
after all that sea.

I think I'll go for a walk.
Do you want to come?

No, thanks.

I'm really enjoying this room
after all that sea.

I think I'll go--

no, thanks.

What do you want
to do?

Isn't it time for you
to rub my tummy?

I know what
you're thinking.

Mmm. That's
a wonderful scent.

What do you mean about
not trusting Tunner?

Port, let's just not
talk about it.

OK, baby.

Anyway, Tunner's
much more your business

than he is mine.

Port?

What are you doing there?
What do you want?

Nothing.

My name is Smail.

I was in the 5th battalion
of sharpshooters.

Look.

I fought the war.

Much people died.

Nothing to eat.
That's all.

You are sad, monsieur.

No, I'm tired.

You live...Short time.

Have fun.

Yes, I know.

I will take you
to a friend of mine.

A girl. Beautiful.

More than the moon.

You mean a whore.

Huh? A whore?

Port?

Shall I do your room, madam?

No, thank you.

As you wish.

Come, monsieur, come!

See by yourself.

Monsieur, listen.

Hey!

It is very late.
Where are we going?

Down here.
That's her tent.

Come, monsieur, come.

Come.

Don't you take off
your shoes, monsieur?

No, thank you.

You pay her because
you take up her time.

That's all, monsieur.

Why are you whispering?

Shh.

Because of the men
in the other tents.

Her name is Mahrnia.

Stand back! Stand back!

God.

Who is it?

Me.

You awake?

Not very.

It's the best time
of the day.

You shouldn't miss it.

I'll be there
in a minute, Tunner.

You all right?

Yeah.

Hi.

Hi.

Hello, Tunner.

You holding
a séance in here?

You're in a disgustingly
good mood today.

I'm looking at you.

What happened
to Port last night?

Kind of waited up
for him.

You waited up
for him?

Well, we had sort of
a date at the café.

Then I read in bed
till pretty late.

He hadn't
come in by 4:00.

Then he can't have
gotten much sleep,

because he's already
gone out.

You mean he hasn't
come in yet.

Will you order me
some petit déjeuner?

I'd like some of
their awful coffee

and plaster croissants.

Hello.

You're
a very curious person.

It's hard
to understand you.

Tunner, stop trying
to be interesting.

On you
it looks terrible.

You're too
good-looking.

You ready?

Hmm?

I'm taking you shopping.

Are you?

Yes. Before
it gets too hot.

Didn't you say you wanted
to buy a mosquito net?

That was
yesterday.

I'm exhausted
this morning.

I don't know
what I want.

You dress.

And I'll wait
in Port's room.

I'll even shut the door.

Do you and Port ever
share the same room?

Tunner, when you travel
for months on end,

you have to set it
up this way.

But if you're
talking about sex,

the first
rule of marriage

is never to confuse it
with sleep.

Besides, Port usually
works at night.

You mean he snores.

Or you do.

Oh, bore, bore, bore.

May I come in?

Well, of course.

What happened
to you?

Kit--

Port.

What is that?

It's only Tunner.

What is he doing
in my room?

You know what, Kit?

I've decided
that you need me.

He was just waiting for me
while I got dressed.

Stop it. Stop it.

Go ahead and finish.

Well, well.

What the hell
is all this mess?

Back from the wars, eh?

Do you look it.

Kit and I were
just going for a walk.

God, man, have you
seen yourself?

Yes.
I need some coffee.

Would the two of you mind
getting the hell out of here

and going on your walk?

Tunner.

See you later, old man.
Get some sleep.

Whew...Hot.

Quite wretched today.

I suspect the malaria
is coming back.

He looks just like
that young murderer

in Massachusetts last year

that went about slicing up
little children.

Do you remember?

I think the murderer,

his appearance,
was more wholesome.

Um...What
revolting water.

Then don't drink it,
you sissy.

I am so tired of all your talk
about dirt and worms.

Don't drink it.

Nobody cares
if you do or not.

They are both monsters.

She's a travel
writer--guidebooks.

But they happen to own
that white-washed Mercedes

and happen to be driving
to Boussif tomorrow.

Oh, God. How awful.

Now we have to choose
between two tortures--

taking the train
or driving with them.

Well, I wouldn't suffer
over the choice

before they
give it to you.

Oh, great.
Another omen.

Oh, not again.

Useless frogs!

Yes, please.
I would like, um...

Yeah, mmm...

Kebab and, oh...

With some--

By the way,

what was all that
about this morning?

It did look as if
he'd slept in my room.

Port, I didn't
want Tunner to know

that you hadn't
been back last night.

Is that
so objectionable?

No. It's very
considerate.

Except you still
haven't told me

what he was doing
in my room.

You still haven't told me
what you were doing last night.

And you
haven't asked me.

And I'm not going to.

I'm sure they're
going to ask us,

and I'm terrified
of trains.

I hate choices.

Rather
than make any effort

to ease
whatever small tension

might arise
between them,

she determined to be
intransigent about everything.

It could come about
now or later,

that much-awaited reunion,

but it must be
all his doing.

You were right.

The young monster
just woke me up.

He says
they're leaving

in about an hour by
Mercedes to Boussif.

And--joy of joys--

they've asked us
to join them.

Mmm...I knew it.

It's much faster
by car, of course.

Probably 5 hours
instead of 11.

Probably a lot
safer, too.

Certainly a lot
more comfortable.

The trains
are hellish.

Why is it so dark out?

It's not dark.
It's beautiful outside.

There is one
slight problem.

They can't take
all three of us.

Well, that
settles it, then.

We can't leave Tunner.

What do you mean?

He's not some kind of
damn guest of ours.

We don't have to be with
him every damn minute.

You don't have to, no.

You mean you do?

Port, I'm not going
to leave Tunner here

and go off
in that Nazi car

with that hideous redhead
and that little criminal.

Little criminal?

He gives me the creeps.

But you can do
exactly as you like.

I'm--I'm going on
the train with Tunner.

Kit, you're
terrified of trains.

Yes.

But now I've made
my mind up.

To go with Tunner?

Yes.

Can you read
in this light?

I'm just looking
at the pictures.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I get
very nervous on trains.

Now, listen.

I want you to forget
about all that stuff.

I am here to make sure
nothing happens to you.

They search our rooms,

they steal our things,

and--and they eavesdrop.

I'm sorry.
Who does all this?

The Arabs, of course.

They're a stinking low race
with nothing to do but spy.

That's how they live.

They hate us all.
So do the French.

I mean,
they loathe us most.

I find Arabs
very sympathetic.

That's because
they're servile.

But once you
turn your back...

One--once
in Mogadore--

oh, shut up!

He doesn't want to hear
about your stupidity?

Come on, mother.

How dare you speak
to me like that.

You need a good smack
on the face.

That's what you need.

How about some medicine
for the nerves?

Not champagne.

Oh, Tunner.

Tunner!

Oh, oh.

Just what the doctor
ordered, I'm afraid.

We're saved.

Port would
have a fit.

Yeah, well,
Port isn't here.

Look! A burro!

It reminds me
of Spain.

That's
a horrible country.

Full of soldiers
and priests and Jews.

Jews?

They run the country,
of course.

Like everywhere else.

Only in Spain they call
themselves Católico.

Católico.

No, we must
make it last.

Why?

Because it's magic.
It can stop a train.

Oh.

Well, I've got
lots of magic.

Pop, pop, pop.

Is that a man singing?

Hard to tell.

Drink up.

I think I was never
meant to live.

Now, Kit...

I know you're nervous.

That's what I brought
the champagne for.

But nothing's that
important, you know?

Just relax.
Take it easy.

Who was it said--

no, Tunner!

No.

Champagne, yes.

Philosophy, no.

Gracious.

Aren't we
picturesque?

Yes. Moslems.

Your presence
completes the portrait.

Has your lovely wife
arrived safely?

Yes, she did, thanks.
She came in last night.

I haven't seen her yet.
She's still asleep.

Of course.

We're off to Ain Krorfa
tomorrow, poppet.

Apparently there's a fairly
decent hotel there.

Not as grand as
this one, of course.

Grand?

My dear Mr. Moresby,

this is positively
luxurious.

They say it's the best hotel
from here to the Congo.

From now on, there's nothing
with running water.

Nothing at all.

Mr. Moresby,

mind if I join you?

Pretty damn dull,
isn't it, Boussif?

Even worse with
mother Lyle around.

Um, I--I was
wondering,

could you lend me
something?

Just a little, uh,
say 10,000 francs?

Uh...5,000 perhaps.

As a loan,
of course.

See, I'm not one
of those...

Stupid people
who think

that all Americans
are millionaires.

It's just that
my mother's mad.

She won't give me
a penny.

W-what am I
supposed to do?

Even 500 would keep me
in smokes for a fortnight.

I won't lend
you money

because I'd never
get it back,

and I haven't got it
to give away.

I can let you have
300 francs,

if that's
any use to you.

I notice you smoke
the local tobacco.

Fortunately,
it's very cheap.

Oh, my God.

Tunner. Tunner!

Oh, shit!

Tunner. Wake up!

Wake up, Tunner!

What?

What is it?

You're in my room.

Hi.

Hi. Get out of here!

Jesus!

What time is it?

It's almost midday.
I don't know.

What happened?

I can't remember
anything.

Tunner,
I'll see you later.

Yes, you will.

Tunner?
Any champagne left?

What?

Champagne.
I'm in a panic.

Last one.

Thanks.

Tunner?

Do I snore?

Snore?

No.

Hello.

Hello.

♪ La la la la la
la la la ♪

♪ Oh, Port and Kit ♪

♪ Oh, Kit and Port ♪

♪ I love you,
Port and Kit ♪

♪ I love you,
Kit and Port ♪

Will you trade me
if my chain slips?

No.

You know, if Tunner didn't
take such long siestas,

I'd never be alone
with you.

I think he's
in love with you.

Port,
don't be silly.

Sillier things
have happened.

The way he hangs around
making inane conversation.

The way he looks at you

when he fingers
his DDT can.

What else?

The ferocity with which
he counts your luggage.

Oh, he counts
yours, too.

It's not the same.

Look.

Someday they're going
to kick the French

out of this country.

With trousers like that,
who can blame them?

♪ I said, oh, Susanna ♪

♪ now don't you
cry for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I come
from Alabama ♪

♪ with a banjo
on my knee ♪

Can you make it
to the pass?

Ha!

Hey, wait!

Wait.

Bye!

Wait!

Wait!

Ha!

You know, I miss
times like this...

Places like this,

more than anything
in the world.

I know you do.

This is what
I wanted to show you.

This place.

Yes.

Come on.

Here...The sky
is so strange.

It's almost solid,

as if it were protecting us
from what's behind.

Look.

What's behind?

It's nothing.

Just night.

I wish I could be
like you, but I can't.

Maybe we're both afraid
of the same thing.

No. We're not.

You're not afraid
to be alone.

And you don't need
anything.

You don't need anyone.

You could live
without me.

Kit...

You know that for me
loving means loving you.

No matter what's wrong
between us,

there can never be
anyone else.

Maybe we're both afraid
of loving too much.

Aahhh...

Let's leave here.

OK.

OK.

God!

The bastards!

You can tell we're in Ain Krorfa.

Pearl harbor, Tunner.
We're being attacked.

Jesus!

Wait till we get to town.
They're called "Black Snow".

When's the next bus?

On Sunday, to Bou Noura.
Sometimes a truck goes to Messad.

Well, that's it, then.
On to Messad.

Can't stay here a week.
I'll be dead.

Morning.

Morning.
Morning.

My God!

What are all these flies?

Welcome to Ain Krorfa.

It does have a smell all
of its own, doesn't it?

Bienvenue.

I have...

a wonderful room for you.

No. Three rooms please.

Do you think, uh,
Port suspects something?

I think he knows...

But he doesn't know
that he knows.

What is that song?

I keep hearing it.

Abd-El-Wahab.

"I am weeping
on your grave."

I am weeping
for my gin and tonic.

Although,
according to Port,

everyone eventually
gets used to anything.

If that were true,

it would be
the end of progress.

No, I'm sure it's true.

I just don't know
whether it's good or bad.

Neither.

Hell, this may be
the only hotel in town,

but I can do better
than this at the market.

Look at that--
corpses.

Mmm, they're weevils.

Must have been
in the noodles.

Well, they're
in the soup now.

It's thick with them.

Look, you all
can eat here

at carrion towers
if you like.

I can find better stuff
than this at the market.

So long, then.

All right.

Seems as if bad food

is the only way
I can be alone with you.

It is fairly awful,
isn't it?

It truly is.

Maybe they'll have
some eggs in the kitchen.

Oh, no.
Oh, yes.

Get rid of
these little brats!

Come here, mummy.

Go away!

Go away! Horrible--

Right! Sod off,
you sniveling bugger!

Sod off!

Go away!

Could you
be happy here?

Happy?

Happy--how do you mean?

I mean, could you
like it here?

How do I know?

God, I wish you wouldn't
ask me questions like this.

Really,
I can't answer them.

What do you
want me to say?

Yes, I'll be happy
in Africa.

I like Ain Krorfa
so much,

but I can't tell
whether I want

to stay for a month
or leave tomorrow.

You couldn't leave tomorrow
even if you wanted to.

Hi.

I can't get
any information

about how
to get out of this place.

No buses,
not even a fruit truck.

Nobody speaks English.

Anybody for a nightcap?

Not for me, thanks.

Well, then,
good night.

You sure?

Yeah. That's kind of you,
thanks, but no.

Night.

Port...

Good night.

Come in.

It's me. Eric.

I hope I'm not
disturbing you, old man.

Why are you
tiptoeing?

Don't know.

Um...

It's about the money
you lent me.

I came to pay it back.

You don't need to.
It was a gift.

Oh, no. I'd like to
all the same, really.

Um, it was, um...

300...Uh...

300 francs, wasn't it?

Only mother and I are
leaving in the morning,

and I knew
you were staying here.

I do hope you have
change for 1,000.

Would you like me
to look?

If you could.

So where are you
going tomorrow?

Messad.

You're kidding.

That...

That is exactly

where my friend
would like to go.

Mr. Tunner.

Oh?

Yes.

I, um...

Well, we're...

We're, uh, leaving
before dawn.

Oh, I could go
and tell him right away.

You wouldn't mind
giving him a lift, would you?

Um...

Could you stomach
one of my cigarettes?

Oh, yes, thank you.

We can forget
about the money.

Oh, well...

All right.

If you really want
to get rid of him.

Excuse me.

Merci.

"K, gone to Messad
with the Lyles.

"Maybe I can find you
some more champagne.

See you in Bou Noura.
Love, Tunner."

So what happened
to Tunner?

Gone with
the monsters.

He left me
his cushion.

Good.

We're supposed to meet in
Bou Noura in a few days.

Is that the plan?

More or less, yes.

More or less?

Uh...

Less, actually.

Port,
are you packing?

Yes, I am.

I discovered there's a bus
to Bou Noura, after all.

A bus today?

Yeah. It only leaves
in the afternoons.

Strange kind of bus.

It didn't even
exist yesterday.

Well, you know how
transport is around here.

Always improvised.

This trunk...

You wrote Mexican overture
sitting on this trunk.

Do you remember?

Did I?
Yes.

So we're off
on our own, then?

Yes.

Been married
a long time, Port.

I don't think 10 years
is such a long time.

What in God's name
are you doing?

I'm celebrating.

I'm not sure what
I'm celebrating, but I am.

I felt like I'd die
if I didn't see my things.

We've been living
like refugees, Port.

I haven't unpacked
since the boat.

The only trouble is
there are no mirrors here.

So how do I look?

I don't know.

And have you seen
my tortoise-shell glasses,

the ones
with the clip-ons?

Have you seen
my passport,

the one
with the photo?

No.

I lost it.

You haven't.

Oh, well, in that case,
I feel much better.

Yes, I have.

God, what a bore!

Have you seen
anyone in my room

since we got here?

Are you sure you looked
through everything?

Yeah.

Port, are you cold?

Yeah, I am a little bit.

Well, I should
notify someone.

The sooner, the better,
I suppose.

Do you think
sooner is better?

By the way...

You look OK.

Hi.

My passport wasn't lost.

It was stolen
by Eric Lyle.

I told you he was
a little criminal.

And the Lieutenant says
it'll probably end up in Messad

at the foreign
legion barracks

where it'll bring
the highest price,

and that's exactly
where young Eric was headed.

Port, you know, I find
it awfully peculiar

that someone could
be constantly cold

in the middle of the Sahara
desert in September.

Well, I'll feel better
once we get to El Gaa.

El Gaa?

It's the most beautiful
city in the Sahara.

It's odd to be out here
without any official proof.

When are we going
to El Gaa?

Actually, we could have
taken the bus tomorrow,

but it was full.

Don't worry.
I'll pack your things.

So what about
our plans?

What about Tunner?

What about Tunner?

He'll catch up,

or maybe
we'll still be here.

Did you know we're
standing in a cemetery?

We are?

Look at the markers.

No names, no dates.

Just pieces
of broken pottery.

Don't you ever think
we should stop?

Just stay somewhere,
at least for a while.

Stop?

Really stop?
Stopping?

Well, maybe we could
in El Gaa.

It's supposed to be
very beautiful there

and certainly
much warmer.

Timbuktu, El Gaa--

it doesn't make
any difference.

But if you'll be
happier or feel better,

then we'll go
to El Gaa.

And we'll stay
in El Gaa.

If you don't sell your illness,
you won't find a buyer.

You won't be saved.

Who is it?

Good news!
They found your passport in Messad.

Mr. Turner will be here tomorrow.

Yes, your friend.

He's bringing your passport.

No sir, I told you...

the bus to El Gaa was full
a week ago.

Aah!

Are you sick?

No, it's my wife who's sick.
We must leave today.

Impossible.

It is possible, very possible...

C'est possible?

It's possible, American?

Oui.

Port? Port?

Come on. Get up.

Honey, you'll ruin
your back. Get up.

Port? Port?

Come. Sit up.
Port, please.

Come on. Sit up.
I'll help you.

Come on.
Port, please.

Come on, Port.
Come on.

Here.

Oh! Let me cover you.
You're freezing.

Is that better?
My God!

Thanks.

Something's really
wrong with me.

What do you
think it is?

Huh?

When, uh...

When do we arrive?

Until noon?

You need to sleep.

Come on, darling,
put your head up here.

You just need to sleep.

OK? Can you rest?

You'll feel better
if you sleep.

Can you sleep?

You haven't
called me darling

for more
than a year.

El Gaa, madame!

It all comes to El Gaa.

Salt from Sudan, ostrich feathers,
even leopard skins. You see?

Valet! Valet!

Get the luggage!

Are you all right?

Thanks. The luggage, please.

Feel all right?

Yes. I slept so well.

It's great here.

Oh, my God.

Wind.

It's wonderful.

Look at it.

And you've arranged
my suite of rooms?

Ha ha ha!

And I found the 4-star
restaurant, too.

Drinks on the veranda
in half an hour.

I love them all
together like this.

As opposed to
individually.

I didn't mean that.
Why do you have to be--

Port! What is it?
What's wrong? Port!

Can you get up?
Where is the hotel?

Where is the hotel?
Get up, Port.

Please try to stand.

Just try to stand,
please.

Can you walk?

Please.

Are you here?
Are you here?

You're all right.

Put your arm
around me.

I bit my tongue.

Walk this way.

It's all right.

Is there a fondouk?

Yes, over there.

I always wondered
what it would be like

to bite my tongue.

Port,
can you walk?

Can you walk just
a little bit further?

If you stay in one place,
you'll be fine.

Port, stand up, please.

Please.
Are you all right?

Do I have a fever?

Yes, sweetie,
you're very hot.

Please, Port.
Don't panic.

I'll take
care of you.

What was the hotel
in Salzburg

with reindeer
on those plates?

Port?

Port, can you
stay here?

Yes. I'm all right.

Hurry. Hurry.

I'll hurry.

S'il vous plait,
Hotel du Ksar?

Hotel du Ksar!

Will you be
all right?

Yes. Good.

I'm cold.

Port, I'll be
right back.

Faster please.

Where is the hotel?
Where is the hotel?

Pas loin.

Is it far?
Is it far?

- Much longer?
- No, no.

S'il vous plait.

- There it is.
- Quick.

Why won't they let us in?

Open up! Please!

Who are you, madame?

Are you the owner?

You cannot expect me
to let you in.

We are free of the
epidemic in this hotel.

Madame, what epidemic?

You do not know?

Mais oui, madame.

Partez! Partez!

OK. Calm.
I have to think.

Come on.

Where to?

The fondouk.

We must leave here.

En droit partir.

Now. A truck, a car, a bus...

Never mind the cost.

Port.

Port!

Shut up! Shut up!

Arretez!

Port.

Port, come on.

You have to help me.

I can't do this alone.

No more flutes?

- Port.
- Play.

- Can you hear me?
- Play more music.

Port. Please.

Porter, can you hear me?

I found a truck.

It's going to
a village called Sbâ.

They say there's a fort.

The foreign legion
is there.

It's going to
be all right.

It's going to be fine.

Attention.

All right, baby?

All right?

Madame! Madame!

Madame! Madame!

Can typhoid kill you?

Not always, madame.

One of my men will
bring you a mattress.

It will not be
very comfortable.

But what can you expect?

You are in Sbâ,
not in Paris.

Give him the pills
every two hours.

Enfin...

Be courageous, madame.

You have to take these.

There are two pills.

I want you to swallow them.

Here.

Here's some water.

Port?

It's time for your pills.

Time for your pills.

Here you go.

Here they are.

Here's some water.

Mmm.

Try to swallow.

Did you get it?

I'm going to go out.

All right?

I'm going to get
some air.

I'll be back
in a little bit.

You feel cooler.

Mm-hmm.
Yes.

Mangez, madame.

Mangez, madame.

Mangez, madame.

Mangez.

Merci.

Port?

Why don't you try
to have some soup?

It looks good.

Can you sit up?

Good. Here.

Port.

Port, try to
swallow it.

Port.

Port, try again.

Here.

Please try some more.

It's hot now.

Port.

Ohh.

Port?

Port?

Port?

Here.

I've put your pills
with some warm milk.

Please try to swallow it.

Can you?

Can you try to swallow?

Just swallow.

There's more. OK?

Swallow, honey. Swallow.

Can you swallow?

I know, I know.

Can you try?

Swallow, please.

Please.

OK.

Kit?

Kit?

Kit?

Yes?

I was trying
to get back,

and right now
I am.

Yes.

Is there anyone here?

What?

Is there anyone here?

No. No.

No. There's
nobody here.

Hi. How are you?
Good to see you.

Is--is that door locked?

Yes.

'Cause there...

There are these things
I want to tell you,

but I don't...

I can't remember
them all.

Yes, well, a fever's
like that, you know.

Do you want
some warm milk?

I don't think--

I don't think
there's time.

I don't know.

No. I'll just go
and get it.

Please,
please stay here.

I'm so glad you're
feeling better.

I was going crazy.

I didn't have anyone
to talk to.

I'm so glad you're
feeling better.

I know that
I shouldn't be afraid,

but I am,

because sometimes
I'm--I'm not here.

I'm there.

It's so far away,

and I'm all alone.
You don't know.

I don't think anyone
could ever get there.

Do you?

You could...

No, no, Port.
You have to stay down.

Wait, Kit.

Do you know
how awful it is?

Do you know?

See...Kit...

All those years...

I lived for you,

and I didn't know it,

and now I do know it.

Yeah, I know it.

Port, I'm right--

but now you're
going away.

No, I'm not going away.
I'm right here.

I'm here, Port.
I am here.

No.

Please stay here.
Please stay here.

No.

Please stay
in this room.

Port, I'm here.

No, I can't.

No. No.

Please. Port!

Stay here.

Port, please
stay here.

Stay with me.

Port. Port.

Port. Port.

Look at me.

Port.

Here.
I'm right here.

See me?

Stay here, please.

Porter. Porter.

Oh, please don't go.

Please don't go.
Please.

Please.

Aah!

Il y a un docteur?

Can you help me?

Is there a doctor?

Where the hell is she?

I should've locked her in!

Aidez-moi.

Help me.

Is there a doctor?
A doctor?

Can you help me?

Please.

Can somebody help me?

Please.

Can you put this up?

Please take it. Please.

Unh!

Aiyyy!

Aiyyy!

Aiyyy!

Aiyyy!

Toes.

Ohh!

Knees.

Thighs.

Like it?

Bye.

Oh, dear.

What?

Oh. I say.

It's that
Tunner fellow.

What?

He's still here.

Come on.

Come on.

Welcome, madam.

Did you have a good trip?

Not too tired?

I suppose you want the same room?

Hello. Hello there.

Hello.

I thought you'd gone
back to America.

I, um...

How long have you
been in Bou Noura?

3 months.

Are you here
with the Moresbys?

What charming people
they were.

Have you heard
from them at all?

Yes. They're fine.

Will you
excuse me?

Come on, madam, come and rest.

Here. Here.

Here. Take it.

No. Take it.
It's money.

It's real.

It's French money.
Can't you see?

Take it all.

No.

What are you--what--

no. Hey,
just leave me.

Please. No.

Let me go.

Please.

No.

Please let go.

Let go.

Oh, God.

Please.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

No. No. No.

Let go.

Please.

Mrs. Katherine Moresby?

I'm from
the American embassy.

You must be
absolutely exhausted.

I flew all the way here
to bring you back.

How long have you
been down here?

We're putting you
in the grand hotel.

You'll be more
comfortable there.

It's not so good,
of course,

but it's a lot
more comfortable

than anything down in
your neck of the woods.

By the way,

a friend of yours,
Mr. Tunner,

has been bombarding
the consulate here

with wires and
letters for months.

He was very upset
about you,

so we let him know
we'd found you.

I hope you don't
mind my presumption,

but when we were sure
you were coming here,

I wired this Mr. Tunner.

I shouldn't
be surprised

if he's right here
in town now.

Probably
at the grand.

Ah, then,
here we are.

I'll keep the
taxicab for myself.

Well, then, I'll go
inside and see.

Kit.

Are you lost?

Yes.

Because
we don't know when we will die,

we get to think of life

as an
inexhaustible well.

Yet everything happens only
a certain number of times

and a very
small number, really.

How many more times
will you remember

a certain afternoon
of your childhood,

some afternoon

that's so deeply
a part of your being,

that you can't even conceive
of your life without it?

Perhaps four
or five times more.

Perhaps not even that.

How many more times

will you watch
the full moon rise?

Perhaps 20.

And yet it all
seems limitless.