All language subtitles for Lawrence of Arabia 1962_track3_[eng]

[intense music playing]

[classical music playing]

[tires squealing]

He was the most
extraordinary man
I ever knew.

Did you know him well?

I knew him.

Well, nil nisi bonum.

But did he really deserve

a place in here?

Lord Allenby, could you
give me a few words
about Colonel Lawrence?

What? More words?

The revolt in the desert
played a decisive part

in the Middle Eastern campaign.

Yes, sir, but about
Colonel Lawrence himself.

No.

No, I didn't know
him well, you know.

Mr. Bentley,
you know as much

about Colonel Lawrence
as anybody does.

Yes, it was my privilege
to know him

and to make him known
to the world.

He was a poet, a scholar,
and a mighty warrior.

Thank you.

He was also the most
shameless exhibitionist

since Barnum and Bailey.

You, sir.
Who are you?

My name is
Jackson Bentley.

I overheard
your last remark,

and I take the gravest
possible exception.

-He was
a very great man.
-Did you know him?

No, sir, I can't claim
to have known him.

I once shook his hand
in Damascus.

Knew him? No, I never knew him.

He had some minor function
on my staff in Cairo.

Michael George Hartley,

this is a nasty,
dark little room.

That's right.

We are not happy
in it.

I am. It's better than
a nasty, dark little trench.

Then you're
an ignoble fellow.

That's right.

-[whistling]
-Ah,

here is William Potter
with my newspaper.

-Here you are, tosh.
-Thanks.

Would you care for one
of Hartley's cigarettes?

Ta.

-Is it there?
-Of course.

Headlines.

But I'll bet it isn't
mentioned in the Times.

"Bedouin...tribes...
attack...Turkish...stronghold."

And I'll bet that no one
in this whole headquarters

even knows it happened
or would care if it did.

Allow me to ignite
your cigarette.

Sir?

Mr. Lawrence.

Yes?

-Flimsy, sir.
-Thank you.

You'll do that once too often.
It's only flesh and blood.

Michael George Hartley,
you're a philosopher.

And you're balmy.

Oh!

-It damn well hurts!
-Certainly, it hurts.

Well, what's the trick, then?

The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts.

By the way, if Captain Gibbon
should inquire for me,

tell him I've gone
for a chat with the general.

He's balmy.

He's all right.

Lawrence.

-Yes?
-You're supposed to be--

Do you usually wear
your cap in the mess?

Always.

You're supposed to be on duty.
Where are you going?

Mustn't talk shop
in the mess.

I'm having a powwow
with the general.

I'm not asking
as your superior, Lawrence.

I'm asking as secretary
of this mess.

We don't want chaps in here
who should be on duty.

Where are you going, please?

I must say, Lawrence!

Sorry.

You're a clown,
Lawrence.

Ah, well, we can't all
be lion tamers.

Sorry.

It's an intrigue,
Dryden!

And I do not propose

to let an overweening,
finicky, crass lieutenant

thumb his nose at his general
officer commanding

and get away with it.

It doesn't sound as though
he'd be any great loss.

Now, don't try that, Dryden.

There's
a principle involved.

There is indeed.
He's of no use in Cairo.

He might be in Arabia.

He knows his stuff.

Knows the books, you mean.

I've already sent
Colonel Brighton,
who's a soldier.

And if Brighton thinks
we should send them
some small arms, then we will.

What more do you want?

There would
be no question

of Lieutenant Lawrence
giving military advice.

By God,
I should hope not.

It's just that
the Arab Bureau

would like its own man
on the spot, sir, to...

To what?

To make our own appraisal
of the situation.

It's my considered opinion,
and that of my staff,

that any time spent
on the Bedouin
will be time wasted.

They're a nation
of sheep stealers.

They did
attack Medina.

And the Turks made
mincemeat of them.

We don't know that, sir.

We know they didn't take it.

A storm in a teacup, Dryden.
A sideshow.

If you want my opinion,

this whole theater
of operations is a sideshow.

The real war
is being fought

against the Germans,
not the Turks.

And not here,
but on the Western front,
in the trenches.

Your Bedouin army,
or whatever it calls itself,

would be a sideshow
of a sideshow.

Big things have
small beginnings.

Does the Arab Bureau
want a big thing in Arabia?

If they rise
against the Turks,

does the Bureau think
they'll sit quietly under us
when this war is over?

They think the job
of the moment
is to win the war.

Don't tell me
my duties, Dryden.

-Lawrence, sir.
-Send him in.

-Good morning, sir.
-Salute.

If you're insubordinate,

I shall put you
under arrest.

It's my manner,
sir.

-Your what?
-My manner.

It looks insubordinate,
but it isn't.

I can't make out whether
you're bloody bad-mannered
or just half-witted.

I have
the same problem, sir.

-Shut up.
-Yes, sir.

The Arab Bureau seem to think
you would be of use in Arabia.

Why, I can't imagine.

You don't seem able to perform
your present duties.

"I cannot fiddle,
but I can make a great state

-from a little city."
-What?

Themistocles, sir,
a Greek philosopher.

I know you've been
well-educated, Lawrence.

It says so
in your dossier.

You're the kind of creature
I can't stand, Lawrence.

But I suppose
I could be wrong.

All right, Dryden.
You can have him for six weeks.

Who knows? You might even make
a man of him.

-[knocking on door]
-Come in.

-Yes, what is it?
-Navy signal, sir.

The convoy will be
in Port Said tomorrow.

-Is that certain?
-Yes, sir.

There doesn't seem
to be any artillery, sir.

But there must
be artillery!

Sir, this is something
of an expedition.

He has to get to Yenbo,
find a guide,

find the Arabs,
and get back.

He can't do that
in six weeks.

Two months, then.

Three.

All right, three.

Now will you let me
do some work, Mr. Dryden?

Thank you, sir.

I'd like to say, sir,
that I am grateful--

Shut up and get out.

Sir.

How can I fight
a bloody war

without bloody artillery?

How did you do it?

You might better ask
why I bothered to.

Because I'm the man
for the job.

I just wonder about that.

Of course I'm the man
for the job.

What is the job,
by the way?

Find Prince Feisal.

Good, and when
I've found him?

Find out what kind
of man he is.

Find out what
his intentions are.

I don't mean his
immediate intentions.

That's Colonel
Brighton's business,
not yours.

I mean his intentions
in Arabia altogether.

Oh.

That's new.

Where are they now?

Anywhere within
300 miles of Medina.

They're Hashemite Bedouins.

They can cross 60 miles
of desert in a day.

Oh, thanks, Dryden.
This is going to be fun.

Lawrence, only
two kinds of creature
get fun in the desert.

Bedouins and gods.
And you're neither.

Take it from me.

For ordinary men,
it's a burning, fiery furnace.

No, Dryden.
It's going to be fun.

It is recognized

that you have
a funny sense of fun.

[majestic music playing]

Here you may drink.

One cup.

You do not drink?

No.

I'll drink when you do.

I am Bedu.

Truly, now, you are
a British officer?

Yes.

From Cairo?

Yes.

You did not ride from Cairo?

No, thank heaven.
It's 900 miles.

I came by boat.

And before?

From Britain?

Yes.

-Truly?
-From Oxfordshire.

Is that a desert country?

No.

A fat country.

Fat people.

You are not fat?

No.

I'm different.

Here.

Take it.

First I take you
to Lord Feisal.

Then you give it to me.

Take it now.

Bedu food.

Good.

More?

[majestic music playing]

[braying]

[Tafas] Bedu.

[Lawrence] Where?

From here to Lord Feisal's camp
is Harith country.

Yes, I know.

I am not Harith.

No. Hazimi of the Beni Salem.

Ah. [chuckles]

Put the right foot
in tight.

Lock it
with your left foot.

Then when you're
ready to go,

hit her on the shoulder
and say, "Hut-hut-hut."

Hut-hut-hut!

[Tafas] Ahh.

Today will be difficult,
but tomorrow, good riding.

I think we reach
Masturah Well tomorrow.

Yes. And from Masturah Well
to Lord Feisal's camp,

one day more. Now!

[splashes]

Good?

It's all right.

This is a Harith well.

The Harith are a dirty people.

[whistling]

[splashes]

Turks?

Bedu.

Who is he?

Tafas!

[gun fires]

He is dead.

Yes.

Why?

This is my well.

I have drunk from it.

You are welcome.

He was my friend.

-That?
-Yes. That.

-This pistol yours?
-No. His.

His?

Mine.

Then I will use it.

Your, uh, friend...

was a Hazimi
of the Beni Salem.

I know.

I am Ali ibn el Kharish.

I've heard of you.

So...

what was a Hazimi
doing here?

He was taking me
to help Prince Feisal.

You have been
sent from Cairo.

Yes.

I have been in Cairo
for my schooling.

I can both read and write.

My Lord Feisal
already has an Englishman.

Yes.

What is your name?

My name is for my friends.

None of my friends
is a murderer.

You are angry, English.

He was nothing.

The well
is everything.

The Hazimi may not
drink at our wells.

He knew that.

Salaam.

Hut-hut-hut!

Sherif Ali!

So long as the Arabs
fight tribe against tribe,

so long will they be
a little people,

a silly people.

Greedy, barbarous,
and cruel...

as you are!

Come. I will
take you to Feisal.

I do not want
your company, sherif.

Wadi Safra is
another day from here.

You will not find it,

and not finding it,
you will die.

I will find it...
with this.

Good army compass.

How if I take it?

Then you would be
a thief.

Have you no fear, English?

My fear is my concern.

Truly.

God be with you,
English.

♪ As I walk along
The Bois de Boulogne ♪

♪ With an independent air ♪

♪ You can hear
The girls declare ♪

♪ He must be a millionaire

[echoing]
♪ ...Girls declare
He must be a millionaire ♪

♪ You can rumpty-tumpty-
Tumpty-tum ♪

[echoing]
♪ You can rumpty-tumpty-
Tumpty-tum ♪

♪ Ti-tuddlety-tumpty-
Tumpty-tum ♪

[echoing]
♪ ...Tumpty-tumpty-tum ♪

♪ I'm the man
Who broke the bank
At Monte Carlo ♪

[echoing]
♪ Man who broke the bank
At Monte Carlo ♪

[clapping echoing]

Hey! You!

[echoing] Hey! You!

I've been waiting for you.

Did you know I was coming?

I knew someone was coming.
Feisal told me.

How did he know?

Not much within 50 miles
of Feisal he doesn't know.
I'll give him that.

No escort?

My guide was killed
at the Masturah Well.

-Turks?
-No. An Arab.

Bloody savages.

This is Wadi Safra, isn't it?

Yes. They're over there.

What's your name
and who sent you?

Lawrence.

I've been seconded
to the Arab Bureau.

Oh.

And what are you to do
for the Arab Bureau?

It's rather vague, sir.

I'm to appreciate
the situation.

Well, that won't be difficult.

The situation's bloody awful.

Their morale, if ever they
had any, which I doubt,

the Turks knocked out of them

in front of Medina,
with howitzers.

They're fading away
by dozens every night.

What I want to say
to you is this.

That wherever you are
and whoever you're with,

you're a British-serving
officer, and here's an order.

When we get into that camp,
you're to keep your mouth shut.

-Do you understand?
-Yes, sir. I understand.

Make your appreciation
and get back to--

[explosion]

Oh, my God.

Not again.

[explosion]

[explosion]

I've told him!
God knows,
I've told him!

"Move south," I said.

"You're still in range."

They simply
will not understand
what modern weapons do.

[chattering indistinctly]

[gun firing]

[screaming]

[screams]

Stand and fight!

Stand and fight!

Fire back at them!

[gun firing]

[men yelling
and camels braying]

[men yelling]

[man screaming
in other language]

Who are you?

Lieutenant Lawrence, sir.

Seconded
to the Arab Bureau.

This is a bloody mess, sir.
We'll have to move south.

Yes, Colonel.
50 miles south.

You were right and I was wrong.

We must take some thought
for the wounded.

Well, we can take care
of them at Yenbo, sir.

-If they can get to Yenbo.
-They can hardly come with us.

No. They must try
to reach Yenbo.

Lieutenant...

Lawrence.

You understand,
Lieutenant Lawrence,

My people are unused
to explosives and machines.

First the guns, and now this.

Cigarette?

I'm sorry.

Hey!

Cigarette,
Your Excellency?

Umph off!

Please, Your Excellency.

Just one for two?

Heh, heh, heh, heh!

[camel grunts]

Hold it, Jenkins!

Ha, ha, ha!

Jenkins!

Jenk-- Jenkins!

[laughing]

Aurens?

Aurens.

Aurens.

You have no servant.

I don't need a servant.

No? We can do everything.

Light fires,
cook food, wash clothes.

-Yes, everything.
-I don't doubt it.

It will be very nice for you.

I can't afford it.

[people laughing]

[praying in Arabic]

[man] Recite as much
of the Koran as may be
easy to you.

God knoweth that
there be some among you sick,

while others travel
through the Earth

in quest for
the bounties of God.

Others do battle
in his cause.

Recite, therefore,
as much as may be easy

and observe the prayers.

This will be best
and richest in the recompense.

Seek ye
the forgiveness of God.

Verily, God
is forgiving, merciful--

Greetings, Ali.

-My lord.
-Sherif Ali.

Lieutenant Lawrence,

you have met Sherif Ali,
I think.

Yes, my Lord.

And now, Selim,
"The Brightness."

"By the noonday brightness

"and by the night
when it darkeneth,

"thy lord hath not
forsaken thee,

"neither hath he
been displeased.

"And surely the future

"shall be better
for thee than the past.

"And in the end
shall your Lord

"be bounteous to thee,

and thou be satisfied."

So...

Ahem!

Yes, Colonel?

I want a decision, sir.

You want me
to fall back on Yenbo.

Well, you're not doing
much good here, sir.

I'm sorry to rub it in, sir,
but we can't supply you here.

You could supply us
through Aqaba.

Aqaba? Well, if you can
get ahold of Aqaba, sir,

of course
we can supply you.

-But you can't.
-You could.

You mean the navy?

The Turks have
12-inch guns at Aqaba, sir.

Can you imagine
what that means?

Yes. I can imagine.

Put that out of your mind, sir.

The navy's got
other things to do.

Oh, yes. Protecting
the Suez Canal.

The one essential sector
of this front is and must be
the canal.

You can see that, sir, surely.

I see the canal
is an essential
British interest.

It is of little
consequence to us.

I must ask you not to speak
like that, sir.

British and Arab interests
are one and the same.

Possibly.

[Ali] Hah!

Hah!

Upon my word, sir,
you're ungrateful.

Fall back on Yenbo, and we will
give you equipment, arms,

advice, training, everything!

Guns?

A modern rifle for every man.

No. Guns! Artillery!

Guns like
the Turkish guns at Medina.

Yes. Give us guns
and keep the training.

Your men need training
far more than guns.

The English will teach
the Bedu to fight?

We'll teach them,
Sherif Ali,

-to fight a modern,
mechanized army.
-In the--

Yes, Lieutenant?

What do you think
about Yenbo?

I think it is far
from Damascus.

[Brighton] We'll have you
in Damascus! Never fear.

Have you been
in Damascus, Mr. Lawrence?

Yes, my Lord.

It is beautiful,
is it not?

-Very.
-That will do, Lawrence!

Dreaming won't
get you to Damascus,

but discipline will.

Look, sir, Great Britain
is a small country.

It's much smaller
than yours.

A small population
compared with some.

It's small,
but it's great. Why?

-Because it has guns.
-Because it has discipline.

Because it has a navy.

Because of this, the English
go where they please

and strike where they please,
and this makes them great.

-Right.
-Mr. Lawrence, that'll do!

Lieutenant Lawrence is not
your military adviser.

But I would like to hear
his opinion.

Damn it, Lawrence,
who do you take
your orders from?

From Lord Feisal
in Feisal's tent.

Old fool!

Why turn from him to him?
They are master and man.

My Lord, I think...

I think
your book is right.

The desert is an ocean
in which no oar is dipped.

And on this ocean,
the Bedu go where
they please

and strike
where they please.

This is the way the Bedu
has always fought.

You're famed worldwide
for fighting this way.

And this is the way
you should fight now.

I don't know.

I'm sorry,
but you're wrong.

Fall back on Yenbo,

and the Arab Rising becomes one
poor unit in the British army.

[Ali] What is this to you?

[Brighton] Lawrence,
do you know you're a traitor?

No, no, colonel.
He is a young man,

and young men are passionate,

but they must say their say,

but wiser people must decide.

I know you are right.

Very well.
When shall we move?
The sooner the better.

You'll lose another
50 men tonight.

You tread heavily...
but you speak the truth.

I will give you
my answer tomorrow.

And now, uh...
it is late.

Colonel Brighton
means to put my men

under European officers,
does he not?

In effect, my Lord, yes.

And I must do it,

because the Turks
have European guns,

but I fear to do it.

[creaking]

Upon my soul, I do.

The English have a great hunger
for desolate places.

I fear they hunger for Arabia.

Then you must
deny it to them.

You are an Englishman.

Are you not loyal
to England?

To England and to other things.

To England and Arabia both?

And is that possible?

I think you are
another of these

desert-loving English.

Doughty, Stanhope,

Gordon of Khartoum.

No Arab loves the desert.

We love water
and green trees.

There is nothing in the desert.

No man needs nothing.

Or is it that you think
we are something
you can play with

because we are "
a little people.
A silly people.

Greedy, barbarous
and cruel"?

Or do you know,
Lieutenant,

in the Arab city
of Cordoba

were two miles of public
lighting in the streets

when London was a village.

Yes. You were great.

Nine centuries ago.

Time to be great
again, my Lord.

Which is why my father
made this war upon the Turks.

My father, Mr. Lawrence,
not the English.

But my father is old.

And I...

I long for the vanished
Gardens of Cordova.

However, before the gardens
must come the fighting.

To be great again,

It seems that we need
the English or...

Or?

What no man can provide,
Mr. Lawrence.

We need a miracle.

[creaking]

[wind blowing]

Aqaba.

Aqaba.

From the land.

You are mad.
To come to Aqaba by land,

we should have to cross
the Nefud Desert.

That's right.

The Nefud
cannot be crossed.

I'll cross it if you will.

You?

It takes more than
a compass, Englishman.

The Nefud is the worst place
God created.

I can't answer for the place,

only for myself.

-Fifty men?
-Fifty?

Against Aqaba?

If 50 men came out
of the Nefud,

they would be 50 men
other men might join.

The Howeitat are there, I hear.

The Howeitat are brigands.

They would sell themselves
to anyone.

Good fighters, though.

Good? Yes.

There are guns at Aqaba.

They face the sea,
Sherif Ali,

and cannot be turned round.

From the landward side
there are no guns at Aqaba.

With good reason.

It cannot be approached
from the landward side.

Certainly the Turks
don't dream of it.

Aqaba is over there.

It's only a matter of going.

You are mad.

[Feisal] And where are
you going, Lieutenant...

with 50 of my men?

To work your miracle.

Blasphemy is a bad beginning
for such a journey.

Who told you?

Ali did.

Why not you?

You are falling back
on Yenbo, sir?

Yes. Yes, I must,

but I will spare these to you.

Did Ali break confidence
to tell me?

Sherif Ali owes you
his allegiance, my Lord.

Yet you did not
tell Colonel Brighton.

No.

[camels groaning]

Since you do know,
we can claim to ride

in the name
of Feisal of Mecca?

Yes, Lieutenant Lawrence.
You may claim it.

But in whose name do you ride?

[intense fanfare
music playing]

[imperceptible]

[laughing]

Ow!

Sherif, I caught them.
They have tracked us.

They were here.

I caught them.

Why are you here? Boy!

To serve Lord Aurens, sherif.

This is true, Aurens.
They do wish it.

You have been tracking us.

You were told to stay.

No, sherif. Our camel strayed.
We followed her.

She led us here to be
Lord Aurens' servants.

It is the will of Allah.

-Blasphemy!
-Don't do that!

No, no, Aurens.
These are not servants.

These are outcasts,
parentless.

Be warned.
They are not suitable.

They sound very suitable.

You can ride with the baggage.

-These are not servants.
-[yelps]

These are worshippers.

Aurens.

One shilling every week.

That is fair.

Each.

-No! That is too much!
-All right.

They will be lucky for you.

Allah favors
the compassionate.

There is the railway.

And that...

is the desert.

From here until the other side,

no water but what we carry.

For the camels,
no water at all.

If the camels die...

we die.

And in 20 days,
they will start to die.

[camel groans]

There's no time
to waste, then,

is there?

Hut!

[clamoring]

I was thinking.

You were drifting.

Yes.

It will not happen again.

Be warned.

You were drifting.

It will not happen again.

That water is wasted.

From now on
we must travel by night

and rest while
it is too hot to travel,

a few hours each day.

Why don't we start now?

No. We will rest now.

Three hours.

Fine.

I'll wake you.

[camels bellowing]

[camels groaning]

Do we rest here?

There is no rest now
short of water, Aurens.

The other side of that.

And how much of that
is there?

I'm not sure.

But however much,

It must be crossed before
tomorrow's sun gets up.

This is the sun's anvil.

[Lawrence] Have we done it?

No!

But we're off the anvil.

Thank God for that, anyway.

Yes, thank him.

Aurens, I do not
think you know

how you have tempted him.

I know.

We've done it.

God willing.

When do we reach the wells?

God willing... midday.

Then we've done it!

Thank him, Aurens.
Thank him.

Aurens.

[Ali] Gasim's.

What's happened to him?

God knows.

Why don't you stop?

For what?

He will be dead by midday.

We must go back.

What for?

To die with Gasim?

In one hour comes the sun.

In God's name, understand!

We cannot go back!

I can.

Take the boys.

If you go back,
you kill yourself, is all.

Gasim you have
killed already.

Get out of my way.

Gasim's time is come,
Aurens.

It is written.

Nothing is written!

Go back, then!

What did you bring us here for
with your blasphemous conceit?

Eh? English blasphemer!

Aqaba? Was it Aqaba?

You will not be
at Aqaba, English!

Go back, blasphemer!

But you will not be at Aqaba!

I shall be at Aqaba.
that is written...

in here.

English!

English!

Aurens!

Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye!

Daud!

Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye!

Aurens!

Daud!

Daud!

Daud!

Farraj!

Daud!

[men chattering indistinctly]

Aurens!

Aurens?

Nothing is written.

Aurens.

Aurens.

El Aurens.

Farraj.

Wash.

Farraj.

El Aurens,

truly for some men

nothing is written
unless they write it.

Not El Aurens,
just Lawrence.

El Aurens is better.

True.

Your father too,
just Mr. Lawrence?

My father is
Sir Thomas Chapman.

Is that a lord?

A kind of lord.

Then when he dies,
you too, will be a lord.

No.

Ah, you have
an elder brother.

No.

But then...
I do not understand this.

Your father's name is Chapman--

Ali, he didn't marry
my mother.

I see.

I'm sorry.

It seems to me
that you are free

to choose
your own name, then.

Yes. I suppose I am.

El Aurens is best.

All right.

I'll settle for El Aurens.

They are the robes
of a sherif of the Beni Wejh.

Very fine.

Great honor.

The honor is to us.

Salaam, sherif.

Is it permitted?
Surely.

Salaam.

-Salaam.
-Salaam.

He for whom nothing is written
may write himself a clan.

-Salaam.
-Salaam.

[men] Salaam.

Salaam.

[men] Salaam.

They are good for riding.

Try.

[chattering indistinctly]

[shouting in Arabic]

[laughing]

What are you doing,
Englishman?

As you see.

Are you alone?

Almost.

Are you with that party of dogs
who are drinking at my well?

Yours?

[fires gun]

I'm Auda Abu Tayi.

I've heard of another man
of that name.

Other? What other?

The Auda I'd heard of
wouldn't need to summon help
to look after his wells.

He must be a great hero.

He is.

He wouldn't refuse water
to men coming out
of the great Nefud Desert.

Now, would he not?

Hm. No, that must be
some other man.

Here is my help.

[chuckling]

Son, what fashion is this?

Harith, Father.

What manner of Harith?

A Beni Wejh sherif.

And is he Harith?

No, father. English.

[Auda laughs]

Son, they are
stealing our water.

Tell them we are coming.

-Tell them!
-Ha!

[gun fires]

-Empty that.
-Do not!

It is Auda of the Howeitat
who speaks.

It is Ali of the Harith
who answers.

Harith...

Ali.

Does your father still steal?

No.

Does Auda take me
for one of his own bastards?

No. There is no resemblance.

Alas, you resemble your father.

Auda flatters me.

You are easily flattered.

I knew your father well.

Did you know your own?

Auda!

We are 50. You are two.

How if we shot you down?

Then you have a blood feud
with the Howeitat.

Do you desire it?

Not the generals in Cairo,

nor the sultan himself
desire that.

Call off your men.

No, no, boy.

This honors the unworthy.

I've only just begun
to teach him.

And what are you
teaching him today,

Howeitat hospitality?

Be not clever with me, English.

Who is he?

A friend of Prince Feisal's.

Oh.

So you desire my hospitality?

-Yes.
-Is he your tongue?

We do desire it.

Huh.

Then it is given,
if you will take it.

[laughs]

I am at my summer camp,
a poor place.

Well, to me,
it seems a poor place,

some men find it marvelous.

Tomorrow, maybe
I will allow the Turks

to buy you, friends of Feisal.

But...dine with me.

Dine with Auda, English.

Dine with a Howeitat, Harith.

It is my pleasure
that you dine with me

in Wadi Rumm!

[men clamoring]

[guns firing]

[cheering]

This thing you work
against Aqaba,

what profit
do you hope from it?

We work it for Feisal of Mecca.

The Harith
do not work for profit.

Well, if it is in a man
to be a servant, Sherif Ali,

he could find worse masters
than Feisal,

but I...
I cannot serve.

You permit the Turks
to stay in Aqaba?

Yes. It is my pleasure.

We do not
work this thing for Feisal.

No?

For the English, then?

For the Arabs.

The Arabs.

The Howeitat, Ageyil,
Ruala, Beni Sahkr--

These I know.

I have even heard
of the Harith.

But the Arabs?
What tribe is that?

[chuckles]

They're a tribe of slaves.

They serve the Turks.

Well, they are nothing to me.

My tribe is the Howeitat.

Who work only for profit.

Who work at Auda's pleasure.

And Auda's pleasure
is to serve the Turks.

Serve?

I serve?

It is the servant
who takes money.

I am Auda Abu Tayi!
Does Auda serve?

No!

Does Auda Abu Tayi serve?

[men] No!

I carry 23 great wounds,
all got in battle.

Seventy-five men have I killed
with my own hands in battle.

I scatter,
I burn my enemies' tents.

I take away
their flocks and herds.

The Turks pay me
a golden treasure,

yet I am poor,

because I am
a river to my people.

[all clamoring]

Is that service?

No.

And yet now it seems
Auda has grown old

and lost his taste
for fighting.

It is well you say it
in my tent, thou old tulip.

Yet, this is a tulip
the Turks cannot buy.

Why should they wish to?

Now...

I will tell you
what they pay me,

and you will tell me
if this is a servant's wages.

They pay me, month by month,

One hundred golden guineas.

One hundred and fifty, Auda.

-Who told you that?
-I have long ears.

And a long tongue
between them.

One hundred, 150--
what matters?

It's a trifle,
a trifle which they take
from a great box they have.

In Aqaba.

-In Aqaba?
-Where else?

You trouble me like women.

Friends, we have been foolish.

-Auda will not come to Aqaba.
-No.

-For money?
-No.

-For Feisal?
-No.

Nor to drive away the Turks.

He will come...

because it is his pleasure.

Thy mother mated
with a scorpion.

Make God your agent!

Aqaba!

[men] Aqaba!

Aqaba!

God be with you.

God be with you.

God be with you.

God be with you.

[women trilling]

[women trilling]

[all singing indistinctly]

[women trilling]

[singing continues]

[Ali] Yes...Aqaba.

Tomorrow we will go and get it.

Do you think we shall?

Yes.

If you are right
about the guns.

[gun fires]

[shouting indistinctly]

He killed, he dies.

This is the end of Aqaba.

One of our men murdered
one of Auda's men.

Why?

Theft, blood feud--
it makes no matter why.

Ali!

It is an ancient wound.

I didn't come here to watch
a tribal bloodbath.

It is the law, Aurens.

The law says
the man must die.

If he dies, will that
content the Howeitat?

Yes.

Sherif Ali...
If none of Lord Auda's men
harms any of yours,

will that content the Harith?

Yes.

Then I will execute the law.

I have no tribe,

and no one is offended.

Gasim.

Did you do it?

Well, Aurens...

What ails the Englishman?

That that he killed was the man
he brought out of the Nefud.

It was written, then.

Better to have left him.

It was execution, Aurens.

No shame in that.

Besides, it was necessary.

You gave life, and you took it.

The writing is still yours.

[clamoring]

[bell rings]

Auda Abu Tayi!

[cheering]

[guns firing]

[cheering in distance]

The miracle is accomplished.

Garlands for the conqueror.

Oh.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Tribute for the prince,
flowers for the man.

I'm none of those things, Ali.

What, then?

Don't know.

Thanks.

My God, I love this country.

[rumbling]

What?

[beeping]

There's no gold in Aqaba!

No great box!

Auda, I found it!

[tapping]

That's a pity.

Ali, you get a message
down the coast to Yenbo.

Tell Feisal to find boats,
any boats,

and bring the Arab army
here to Aqaba. Quickly.

And you?

I'm going to tell
the generals... in Cairo.

Yes.

Cross Sinai.

Come on!

Sinai?

Yes.

With these?

They'll be all right with me.

Look, Ali.

If any of your Bedouin
arrived in Cairo

and said,
"We've taken Aqaba,"

the generals would laugh.

I see.

In Cairo, you will put off
these funny clothes.

You will wear trousers

and tell stories of our
quaintness and barbarity,

and then
they will believe you.

You're an ignorant man.

Paper!

Paper!

There is no gold in Aqaba.

No gold!

No great box!

Did Auda come
to Aqaba for gold?

For my pleasure, as you said,

but gold is honorable,

and Aurens promised gold.

Aurens lied.

See, Auda.

"The Crown of England...

"promises to pay...

"5000 golden guineas...

to Auda Abu Tayi."

Signed in
His Majesty's absence

by... me.

In 10 days,

I'll be back with the gold.

With gold, with guns,

with everything.

Ten days.

You will cross Sinai?

Why not?

Moses did.

And you will take the children?

Moses did!

Moses was a prophet

and beloved of God!

He said there was gold here.

He lied.

He is not perfect.

Lord, can we not rest?

I told you no rest

till they know
that I have Aqaba.

Have you two slept in beds?

Farraj?

Daud?

With sheets?

Tomorrow, the finest sheets
in the finest room

in the finest hotel in Cairo.
I promise.

Then it shall be so, Lord.

Look.

A pillar of fire.

No, Lord. Dust.

My compass.

No matter.

If we ride west,
we must strike the canal.

Due west.

Come on!

Uh!

Aurens!

Aurens!

Aurens!

Ah!

Farraj!

Farraj, don't! Don't!

Don't!

[whimpers]

Oh!

Oh.

[crying]

Aurens.

Why do you walk?

But why, Lord?

Aurens!

But why, Lord?

There's room for both.
It serves no purpose.

Aurens.

Look.

Aurens.

Aurens!

Aurens!

Aurens.

It's all right, Farraj.

It's all right.

[foghorn blares]

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Who are you?

Who are you?

[bell ringing]

Daud!

We're here, sir.

You taking him in there, sir?

Yes.

Here!

Here.

You.

And where the hell do you think
you're going to, Mustapha?

We are thirsty.

Mr. Lawrence, is it?

Yes.

Are you going
to the officer's bar, sir?

Yes.

You can't take him
in there, sir.

What do you think
you look like?

[chattering indistinctly]

[chattering fades to silence]

No, no. You mustn't.
You mustn't.

Go, effendi, go!

Get out!
You must get out!

Get out!

We want two large glasses
of lemonade.

This is a bar
for British officers.

That's all right.
We are not particular.

Lawrence!

Are you off your head?

No. Oddly enough, I'm not.

Now look here,
just clear out of here,
would you?

Go on, Lawrence, clear off.

Corporal! We'll have
this one out anyway.

[officer 1]
Get that wog out of here.

[officer 2] Yes, clear off.

What's going on?

It's Lawrence, sir.

Lemonade with ice.

Well...

Explain yourself.

We've taken Aqaba.

Taken Aqaba? Who has?

We have.

Our side in this war has.

The wogs have.

We have.

He likes your lemonade.

You mean the Turks have gone?

No, they're still there,

but they've no boots.

Prisoners, sir.
We took them prisoners,

the entire garrison.

No, that's not true.

We killed some.
Too many, really.

I'll manage it better
next time.

There's been a lot of killing,
one way or another.

Cross my heart and hope to die,

it's all perfectly true.

It isn't possible.

Yes, it is.

I did it.

You'd better talk to Allenby.

General Allenby?

Yes. He's in command now.
Murray's gone.

Well, that's a step
in the right direction.

First I want a room,
with a bed, with sheets.

Yes, of course.

It's for him.

Right. You want
a bed yourself, don't you?

See Allenby first, though.

Will he see me?

I think so.

Do that, then.

-I had better shave.
-Yes, you had.

You'd better
get into some trousers too.

[chattering indistinctly]

"Undisciplined.

"Unpunctual.

"Untidy.

"Several languages.

"Knowledge of music,

"Literature.

"Knowledge of...

Knowledge of..."

You're an interesting man.
There's no doubt about it.

Who told you to take Aqaba?

Nobody.

Sir.

Sir.

Then why did you?

Aqaba's important.

Why is it important?

It's the Turkish route
to the canal.

Not anymore.
They're coming
through Beersheba.

I know,
but we've gone forward to Gaza.

So?

So that left Aqaba
behind your right.

True.

And it will be
further behind your right

when you go for Jerusalem.

Am I going for Jerusalem?

Yes.

Very well.

Aqaba behind my right.

It threatened
El' Arish and Gaza.

Anything else?

Yes. Aqaba's
linked with Medina.

Do you think
we should shift them
out of Medina now?

No. I think you
should leave them there.

You acted without orders,
you know.

Shouldn't officers
use their initiative
at all times?

Not really.
It's awfully
dangerous, Lawrence.

Yes, I know.

Already?

Yes.

I'm promoting you major.

I don't think that's
a very good idea.

I didn't ask you.

I want you to go back

and carry on the good work.

No.

Thank you, sir.

Why not?

Well, I, it's...

Uh, let me see.

I killed two people.

I mean, two Arabs.

One was a boy.

That was...

yesterday.

I led him into a quicksand.

The other was a man.

That was...

before Aqaba, anyway.

I had to execute him
with my pistol.

There was something
about it I didn't like.

Well, naturally.

No. Something else.

I see.
Well, that's all right.
Let it be a warning.

No. Something else.

What, then?

I enjoyed it.

Rubbish.

Rubbish and nerves.
You're tired.

What do you mean
by coming here
dressed like that?

Amateur theatricals?

Oh, yes. Entirely.

Let me see that hat thing,
or whatever it is.

Fascinating gear
they wear...

How would I look
in this, Harry?

Damn ridiculous, sir.

Here. You keep it.

What I'm trying to say

is I don't think
I'm fit for it.

Really? What do
you think, Dryden?

Before he did it, sir,

I'd have said
it couldn't be done.

-Brighton?
-I know what he thinks.

I think you should
recommend a decoration, sir.

I don't think it matters
what his motives were.

It was a brilliant bit
of soldiering.

-Mr. Perkins.
-Sir.

Let's have a drink,
gentlemen.

Sir.

[Allenby] You've heard
about this, Mr. Perkins?

Yes, sir.

What do you think about it?

Bloody marvelous, sir.
Well done, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Perkins.

Sir!

Come on, then.

You're a clever man, sir.

No, but I know a good thing

when I see one.

That's fair, surely.

Look here now, if I'm going
to break through to Jerusalem,

I must concentrate,
not dissipate.

Clausewitz.

Do you know a better?

I fight like Clausewitz,
then you fight like Saxe.

We should do very well indeed,
shouldn't we?

Easy, gentlemen, please.

Will you give us
something to drink?

Of course, sir.

I'm here at the invitation
of Major Lawrence.

Tracy.

Shall we go outside?

[Allenby] Hmm.
So you'll hold down

the Turkish desert army.

[Lawrence] Yes.

With a thousand Arabs?

A thousand Arabs means
a thousand knives,

delivered anywhere,
day or night.

It means a thousand camels.

That means a thousand
packs of high explosive

and a thousand crack rifles.

We can cross Arabia

while Johnny Turk
is still turning round.

I'll smash his railways,

and while he's mending them,

I'll smash them somewhere else.

In 13 weeks,
I can have Arabia in chaos.

You are going back, then?

Yes.

Of course I'm going back.

Hm, well, if we can see it,
so can the Turk.

If he finds he's using
four divisions

to fend off a handful
of bandits, he'll withdraw.

He daren't withdraw.
Arabia's part of his empire.

If he gets out now, he knows
he'll never get back again.

I wonder who will.

[Lawrence] No one will.
Arabia's for the Arabs now.

That's what
I've told them, anyway.

That's what they think.

That's why they're fighting.

Oh, surely.

They've only one suspicion.

We'll let them
drive the Turks out

and then move in ourselves.

I've told them
that that's false,

that we've no ambitions
in Arabia.

Have we?

I'm not a politician,
thank God.

Have we any ambition
in Arabia, Dryden?

Difficult question, sir.

I want to know, sir,

if I can tell them in your name

that we've no ambitions
in Arabia.

Certainly.

[trumpet playing]

Two thousand small arms,
not enough. I need 5000.

Right.

Money. It'll have to be
sovereigns.

They don't like paper.

Right.

Instructors for the Lewis guns.

Right.

More money.

How much more?

Twenty-five thousand now.
A lot more later.

Dryden?

It can be done, sir.

A couple of armored cars.

Right.

Field artillery.

Right.

I'm going to give you

every blessed thing I can,
Major Lawrence,

because I know you'll use it.

Congratulations and thank you.

Thank you for your
hospitality, gentlemen.

Congratulations!

Are you really going
to give them artillery?

I was wondering that, sir.

Might be deuced difficult
to get it back again.

Give them artillery,
and you've made
them independent.

Then I can't give
them artillery, can I?

-For you to say, sir.
-No, it's not.

I've got orders to obey,
thank God,

not like that poor devil.

He's riding the whirlwind.

Let's hope we're not.

Excuse me, friend.

Who do these bags belong to?

To Prince Feisal.

You're not Prince Feisal,
by any chance?

-No.
-You know him, though?

He is my master.
I am his servant.

Um... can you read?

The Chicago Courier
is my own particular paper,

but my work is syndicated
throughout America.

I understood so from
your letter, Mr. Bentley.

Now...

where can I find
Major Lawrence?

Is that what you have come for?

Well, not altogether, sir. No.

Well, Mr. Bentley,

you will find Major Lawrence
with my army.

Well, that's what I meant, sir.
Where can I find your army?

I don't know.

Last week they were
near El Ghira.

-Ghira?
-I fear you have
a long journey.

Can you ride a camel?

I've never tried.

Take a mule. Avoid Mellaha.
The Turks are there.

In Mellaha now?
They move fast.

They do,

but not so fast as we do,
you will find.

Myself, I am going to Cairo,
as you know.

Yes.

There is work for me there
of a different kind.

Yes.

I understand you've been given
no artillery.

That is so.

You're handicapped.

It restricts us
to small things.

It's intended to.

Do you know General Allenby?

Watch out for Allenby.

He's a slim customer.

Excuse me?

A clever man.

"Slim customer."
It's very good.

I will certainly
watch out for him.

You're being very sympathetic,
Mr. Bentley.

Your Highness,

we Americans were once
a colonial people,

and we naturally
feel sympathetic

to any people anywhere

who are struggling
for their freedom.

Very gratifying.

Also, my interests
are the same as yours.

You want your story told.

I badly want a story to tell.

Ah, now you are
"talking turkey," are you not?

Well, Mr. Bentley,
I will give you
a guide and a letter.

And before I leave here,
which must be presently,

I will have some facts
and figures
put on paper for you.

You know, of course,
that we are destroying
the Turkish railways?

I do, sir.

Major Lawrence is
in charge of all this, is he?

My army is made up of tribes.

The tribes are led
by the tribal leaders.

Your people
do think very highly of
Major Lawrence, though.

Oh, yes, and rightly.

In this country,
Mr. Bentley,

the man who gives victory
in battle is prized

beyond every other man.

One figure I can give you
from my head

because it never
leaves my head.

Since starting this campaign
four months ago,

we have lost
37 wounded,

156 dead.

You remark the disproportion

between our dead and wounded.

Yeah. Four times as many.

That's because those too badly
wounded to bring away,

we ourselves kill.

We leave no wounded
for the Turks.

-You mean--
-I mean we leave
no wounded for the Turks.

In their eyes, we are not
soldiers but rebels.

And rebels, wounded or whole,

are not protected
by the Geneva Code

and are treated harshly.

How harshly?

More harshly than I hope
you can imagine.

I see.

Our own prisoners, Mr. Bentley,
are taken care of

until the British
can relieve us of them
according to the Code.

I should like you
to notice that.

Yes, sir.

Is that the influence
of Major Lawrence?

Why should you suppose so?

Well, it's just that
I heard in Cairo

that major Lawrence
has a horror of bloodshed.

That is exactly so.

With Major Lawrence,
mercy is a passion.

With me, it is merely
good manners.

You may judge which motive
is the more reliable.

And now perhaps--

Oh, sure, sure.

Thank you, sir.

Do you think you'd be able
to manage the letter?

I'll do everything
I have said, Mr. Bentley,

if you will tell me truly

the nature of
your interest in my people
and Major Lawrence.

It's very simple, sir.

I'm looking for a hero.

Indeed? You do not seem
a romantic man.

Oh, no, but certain
influential men back home

believe the time has come
for America to lend her weight

to the patriotic struggle
against Germany...and Turkey.

Now I've been sent
to find material

which will show
our people this war is...

-Enjoyable?
-Hardly that, sir.

But to show it in its more
adventurous aspects.

You're looking for a figure
who will draw your country
towards war.

All right. Yes.

Aurens is your man.

Stop!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Come on, men!

[yelling indistinctly]

Aurens!

Good... good... good.

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

[gun fires]

Jiminy!

Never seen a man killed
with a sword before.

Why don't you take a picture?

Wish I had.

How is it with thee, Aurens?

Don't!

Am I in this?

Did you take his picture?

Yeah.

You are using up
your nine lives very quickly.

Charming company you keep.

Auda? He's a bit old-fashioned.

He thinks these things
will steal his virtue.

He thinks
you're a kind of thief.

Is it all right
if I take your picture?

-All right.
-Okay. Just walk.

Aurens!

Aurens! Aurens!

Aurens! Aurens!

Aurens! Aurens!

Major Lawrence!

Yes, sir. That's my baby.

This looting has got to stop.

It is customary.

It's theft,
and theft makes thieves.

I would not say that to Auda.

It is their payment, Colonel.

Payment!

Truly, are not
British soldiers paid?

They don't go home
when they've been paid!

They are not free to.

Well, there's another lot
you've seen the last of.

They'll come back.

He says they'll come back.

Will they?

Not this year, Aurens.

Look, Lawrence,

how many men do you
think you have left--

Two hundred?

Less.

Well, then.

I said they'll come back.

Are you badly hurt?

Not hurt at all.

Didn't you know?

They can only kill me
with a golden bullet.

It is for children.

I have set myself
to learn again.

What are you learning
from this?

Politics.

You're going to be
a democracy in this country?

You're going to have
a parliament?

I will tell you that
when I have a country.

[chuckles]

Did I answer well?

You answered
without saying anything.

That's politics.

You learn quickly.

I have a good teacher.

Yeah.

Yeah.

-How's your hurt?
-Fine.

Before I return
to the fleshpots,

which I shall be
very glad to do,

may I put two questions
to you, straight?

I'd be interested to hear you
put a question straight.

One, what, in your opinion,

do these people
hope to gain from this war?

They hope to gain
their freedom.

Freedom.

"They hope to gain
their freedom."

There's one born every minute.

They're going to get it,
Mr. Bentley.

I'm going to give it to them.

The second question?

Oh. Well, I was
going to ask, um...

What is it,
Major Lawrence,

that attracts you personally
to the desert?

It's clean.

Well, now,

that's a very
illuminating answer.

May I take one
farewell picture?

I gave Math Budad
two lamps for it.

One clock for two lamps.

Fair bargain.

Fair? I robbed him!

Trash!

I must find
something honorable.

Honorable?

Yes.

The year
is running out, Brighton.

I must find
something honorable.

[neighs]

Yah!

[all yelling indistinctly]

[guns firing]

[laughs]

[laughs] Now you may
blow up my train.

And what will you do now?

Oh, now I go home.

They will carry my toys.
Ha, ha, ha!

They will carry my toys too.
Do you see?

Major Lawrence
will campaign this winter,

but you've got what you wanted,
so you're going home.
Is that it?

Of course.

When Aurens has what he wants,
he will go home.

When you have what you want,
you will go home.

Oh, no, I shan't, Auda.

Then you are a fool.

Maybe. I am not a deserter.

Give thanks
to God, Brighton,

that when he made you a fool,

he gave you a fool's face.

You are an impudent rascal!

I must go, Aurens,

before I soil myself
with a fool's blood.

Hah!

Like talking to a brick wall.

So, what will you do now?
What can you do?

I'll go north.

That's what Allenby wants,
isn't it?

Allenby wanted
the Arab army behind Deraa.

Then that's where I'll take it.

Tell Allenby to hurry up,

or we'll be in Deraa
before he's in Jerusalem.

Won't we?

Train, Farraj.

Yeah, Aurens.

Ay!

Hide yourself, my friend.

Detonator.

All right, fetch another.

Pardon, Aurens.
I put it--

There's plenty of time.
Fetch another.

[explosion]

Farraj?

[yells] Farraj?

[moaning]

What happened?

Detonator.
A detonator.

[train approaching]

He cannot ride,
Aurens, look.

If they take him alive,

you know what
they will do to him.

Daud will be angry with you.

Salute him for me.

[panting]

[gun fires]

What will you do now?

Go north.

With 20?

What would you
recommend me to do, Ali?

What would
you recommend?

Well, he hasn't 1/10th
so many men, sir.

He's lied, in fact.

Yes and no.

He doesn't claim to have done
anything he hasn't done.

Then there is
an Arab north army?

No, sir.
He has lied about that.

Any idea why?

It's his army,
I suppose.

It's Prince Feisal's army.

Do you think
he's gone native, Harry?

No...

He would if he could...

I think.

Not my line of country,
this, sir.

Well, it doesn't matter.
I'm just curious.

What matters is,
I believed it.
The Turks believe it.

They're offering
20,000 pounds for him.

Good heavens!

Yeah. Shouldn't say
he'd long to live, would you?

Well, whatever else, sir,
he's a brave man.

Surely, surely. If he's still
going north with 50 men,
he doesn't lack guts.

I wonder if they'd offer
that much for me.

But what about next year?

Will they still come back?

Well, I wouldn't
be surprised.

They think he's
a kind of prophet.

They do, or he does?

Now may I speak?

Yes.

Aurens,
one more failure,

and you will
find yourself alone.

I do not include myself.

I do not include
the others.

So say
they love you.

The more reason
to be thrifty with them.

Give them something to do
that can be done.

But, you? No.
They must move
mountains for you.

-No, they must walk on water.
-That's right. That's right.

Who are you to know
what can be done?

If we'd done what you thought
could be done,

we'd be in Yenbo
and nowhere.

Whatever I ask them
to do can be done.

They know that
if you don't.

Do you think
I'm just anybody, Ali?

Do you?

My friends, who will
walk on water with me?

Who will come with me
into Deraa?

Deraa
is garrisoned.

Will you take 20
against 2,000?

I'll go by myself
if I have to.

Why?

Because I told
the English generals

the Arab revolt
would be in Deraa

when they would be
in Jerusalem.

Or perhaps
you are here...

for the English
generals.

Who says this?

Rumor.

[spits]

That is not an argument.

Oh, argument!

This afternoon, I will take
the Arab revolt into Deraa

while the Arabs argue.

Aurens, can you
pass for an Arab

in an Arab town?

Yes, if one of you
would lend me
some dirty clothes.

[horn honks]

It's madness.

[horn honks]

What are you looking for?

Some way
to announce myself.

Be patient
with him, God.

Do you not see how
they look at you? Come!

Peace, Ali.
I am invisible.

-Halt!
-Walk on.

-Halt!
-Walk on.

-[footsteps approaching]
-You! And you!

[speaks in Turkish]

You.

[man shouts in Turkish]

[coughing]

You.

[man shouts in Turkish]

[door slams]

You have blue eyes.

I say,
you have blue eyes.

Yes, effendi.

Are you Circassian?

Yes, effendi.

How old are you?

Twenty-seven,
effendi...

I think.

You look older. You have
had a lot of experience.

It's an interesting face.

I am surrounded
by cattle.

He wouldn't know
an interesting face
from a sow's belly.

I have been in Deraa now
for three and a half years.

If they'd posted me
to the dark side of the moon,

I could not be
more...isolated.

You haven't
the least idea

of what I'm talking about,
have you?

No, effendi.

Have you?

No.

That would be
too...lucky.

[coughing]

Where did you get that?

Oh, uh...

It's old, effendi.

No, no.
This is recent.

You are a deserter.

No, effendi.

Yes. You are a deserter,

but from which army?

Not that it matters at all.

A man cannot be
always in uniform.

Your skin is very fair.

Aah!

[shouts in Turkish]

Beat him.

[shouts in Turkish]

[coughing]

[shouts in Turkish]

[whip cracks]

[coughing]

[whip cracks]

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

[man yelling in Turkish]

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

[Ali] Sleep.

Sleep!

Eat.

Eat.

You have a body,
like other men.

Good.

Then sleep.

Better?

Much better.

You were right.

Rest, rest.
Can you not learn?

Oh, I've learned,
all right.

I'm going, Ali.

-Why?
-Why?

-Heavens.
-Why?

I've come to the end of myself,
I suppose.

And the end
of the Arab revolt?

I'm not the Arab revolt, Ali.
I'm not even an Arab.

"A man can be whatever
he wants," you said.

I'm sorry.
I thought it was true.

You proved it!

Look, Ali. Look.

That's me.
What color is it?

That's me, and there's
nothing I can do about it.

"A man can do whatever
he wants," you said.

He can...but he can't want
what he wants.

This is the stuff that
decides what he wants.

You may as well know.

I would have
told them anything.

I would have
told them who I am.

I would have told them
where you were.

I tried to.

So would any man.

Well, "any man"
is what I am,

and I'm going back
to Allenby

to ask him for a job
that any man can do.

Allenby's in Jerusalem.

I'll make easy stages.

You?

Oh, yes.

Easy stages.

Look, Ali.

I think I see a way

of being just
ordinarily...happy.

Can I take this?

It is not clean.

No...

But it's warm.

And these,
having led them here,

have you no care
for them?

You lead them.

They're yours.

Trust your own people...

and let me
go back to mine.

[fanfare playing]

I say, don't forget
those form fives.

All right.

Hey!

Mind if I join you?

Oh. Honored, sir.

Good to be back.

We heard
you were, sir.

What's doing out there?

Where? Oh, Arabia.

Well, yes, sir.

Nothing much.
Wrong time of year.

What's doing here?

We're settling in
all right, sir.

-We've built a squash court.
-Jolly good.

Well, I have to go up there.

It's borrowed.
Someone pinched mine.

Bloody wogs?

Yes. Probably.

Jolly good
about the squash court.

Lays it on a bit thick,
doesn't he?

Morning.

Oh, good morning, sir.

Good to be back.

-I'll believe you, sir.
-No, really. It is.

-Hello.
-Morning.

You're to go right in.

Aurens.

Or is it Major Lawrence?

Sir.

Ah.

Ay.

Well, General,
I will leave you.

Major Lawrence doubtless
has reports to make

about my people
and their weakness

and the need
to keep them weak

in the British interest.

And the French interest,
too, of course.

We must not forget
the French, now.

I've told you, sir.
No such treaty exists.

Yes, general, you have
lied most bravely,

but not convincingly.

I know this treaty
does exist.

Treaty, sir?

He does it better
than you, general,

but, then, of course,
he is almost an Arab.

You really don't know?

Then what
the devil's this?

It's my request
for release from Arabia, sir.

For what reason?

Are you sure
you haven't heard
of the Sykes-Picot treaty?

No. I can guess.

Don't guess. Tell him.

Well, now.

Mr. Sykes is an English
civil servant.

Monsieur Picot is
a French civil servant.

Mr. Sykes
and Monsieur Picot met,

and they agreed
that after the war

France and England should
share the Turkish empire,

including Arabia.

They signed
an agreement--

Not a treaty, sir--

An agreement
to that effect.

There may be honor
among thieves,

but there's none
in politicians.

And let's have
no displays of indignation.

You may not have known,
but you certainly
had suspicions.

If we've told lies,
you've told half-lies.

And a man
who tells lies, like me,

merely hides the truth,

but a man
who tells half-lies

has forgotten
where he put it.

The truth is,
I'm an ordinary man.

You might have
told me that, Dryden.

And I want
an ordinary job, sir.

That's my reason
for resigning.

It's...personal.

-Personal?
-Yes, sir.

Personal? You're a serving
officer in the field

and, as it happens,
a damned important one.

Personal? Are you mad?

No, and if you don't mind,
I'd rather not go mad.

That's my reason too.

Look, Lawrence. I'm making
my big push on Damascus

the 16th of next month,
and you are part of it.

Can you understand that?

You're an important part
of the big push.

I don't want to be part
of your big push!

What about your Arab friends?
What about them?

I have no Arab friends!

I don't want Arab friends!

What in hell do you want?

I've told you.
I just want my ration
of common humanity.

[Dryden] Lawrence?

Yes?

Nothing.

Sorry I interrupted, sir.

Oh, that's quite all right.
Thank you, Mr. Dryden.

Thank you, sir.

Why don't we...

There's blood on your back.

Do you want a doctor?

No.

Tell me what happened.

Say, what goes on in there?

-Nothing.
-Oh, come on!

No, really. Nothing at all.

Is the man in trouble?

I expect so.
We all have troubles.

Life's a vale of troubles.

Just let me know
if the man's in trouble.

I've got an interest
in that man, a claim!

What claim?

You've read my stuff.
I've made that boy a hero.

When the war's over, that boy
can be anything he wants.

Yes, well at the moment,
he wants to be somebody else.

Will you kindly
allow me to pass?

Walk away, Dryden.
Walk away.

Always walking away,
aren't you?

Well, I'll tell you.

It's a little clash
of temperament
that's going on in there.

Inevitably,
one of them's half-mad,

and the other,
wholly unscrupulous.

I believe your name will be
a household word...

when you'd have to
go to the war museum

to find
who Allenby was.

You're the most extraordinary
man I ever met.

Leave me alone.

-What?
-Leave me alone.

That's a feeble thing to say.

I know I'm not ordinary.

That's not
what I'm saying!

All right, I'm extraordinary.

What of it?

Not many people
have a destiny, Lawrence.

It's a terrible thing
for a man to flunk it
if he has.

Are you speaking
from experience?

No.

You're guessing, then.

Suppose you're wrong.

Why suppose that?
We both know I'm right.

-Yes.
-After all--

I said yes.

The 16th?

Can you do it? I'll give you
a lot of money.

Artillery?

I can't.

They won't be
coming for money,
not the best of them.

They'll be coming
for Damascus,

which I'm going to give them.

That's all I want.

All you want is someone holding
down the Turkish right,

but I'm going
to give them Damascus.

We'll get there
before you do,

and when we've got it,
we'll keep it.

You can tell
the politicians

to burn their bit
of paper now.

Fair enough.

Fair? What's
fair got to do with it?

It's going to happen.

I shall want
quite a lot of money.

All there is.

Not that much.

The best of them
won't come for money.

They'll come for me.

Aurens! Aurens!
Aurens! Aurens!

You take
no pictures of us!

It's not for you,
it's for Major Lawrence.

He doesn't mind having
his picture taken.

He doesn't mind at all.

Well, there's
only one Aurens.

Have you met
Major Lawrence

since he's come back,
sherif?

-Yes.
-Changed, hasn't he?

No.

Oh, I'd say he had.
Different man, I'd say.

Aurens! Aurens!
Aurens!

What did that
Turkish general
do to him in Deraa?

He was the same man
after Deraa.

The same man, humbled!

What did the English general
do to him in Jerusalem?

Search me.
Ask Aurens.

-I did.
-What did he say?

He laughed.

He told me to gather
the Harith here.

He offered me money.

Did you take it?

No...

But many did.

Aurens! Aurens!

Aurens! Aurens!

What is this?

This is my bodyguard.

There's not a man there
without a price on his head.

There's a price on my head too.

But these are murderers.

You know, the sheiks
will hang these men.

These men are mine.

Aurens, these things
know nothing

of the Arab revolt.

You! Ghitan of Aleppo!

Sherif?

Where do we ride?

Damascus, Sherif!

Aye, but for what?

Sherif... for Aurens!

You have bought
these things!

I bought half
the men here, Ali.

That is different.
These are not ordinary men.

I don't want
ordinary men.

Damascus!

Damascus! Damascus!
Damascus! Damascus!

Aurens!

Very well, gentlemen.

The cavalry's gone through
Mazril and Deraa.

Very good, by the way.
Very good, indeed.

Now your turn.

If the enemy's retreating
in any kind of order,

-which we'd better assume--
-Certainly.

He can't be far
from this Mallud place.

I can have him within range
by 0900 hours tomorrow.

-Splendid.
-Philip?

These are the last infantry
supports going up now, sir.

But Mallud,
we could have

the fusiliers there
by Wednesday, sir.

That'll do for now.

The guns are what matter.

Any questions?

This Arab army
on the right, sir,
what's it consist of?

Irregular cavalry, sir.
About 2000.

Where are they now?

You can only know that
by being with them, sir.

-Then get with them, Harry.
I want to know.
-Yes, sir.

Pound them, Charley.

Pound them.

[guns and cannons firing]

God help the men
who lie under that.

They are Turks.

God help them.

[bagpipes playing]

Well, he's got the bit
between his teeth, all right.

Cocky?

More than cocky, sir.

He's got the bit between
his teeth, all right.

I tell you, sir.
I think he'll get
to Damascus before we do.

-Unless...
-Unless?

Well, there's a Turkish column
in front of him out of Mazril.

What do the Turks
have in Mazril?

A brigade, sir.

I wonder where
they are now.

[clanging]

Hut!

[shouting indistinctly]

No prisoners.

Damascus, Aurens.

Aurens, not this.

Go round.

Damascus, Aurens.

Damascus.

No prisoners.

Aurens--

This was Talaal's village.

Talaal!

Talaal!

[men yelling]

No prisoners!

No prisoners!

Yah!

God.

God.

God.

God!

[firing gun]

Aurens!

Aurens!

Aurens!

[clicking]

Aurens!

Enough!

Enough! Make them stop!

[sporadic gunfire]

Aurens!

[coughing]

Aurens.

Baaa.

Baaa.

Aurens!

[crowd chanting in Arabic]

[Bentley] Major!

Major Lawrence!

Jesus wept.

Jesus wept.

Does it surprise you,
Mr. Bentley?

Surely you know the Arabs
are a barbarous people,

barbarous and cruel.

Who but they?

Who but they?

Oh, you rotten man.

Here.

Let me take your rotten,
bloody picture.

For the rotten,
bloody newspapers.

These were cut last night,
Aurens, in Damascus.

Damascus!

Take them to Sherif Ali.

Tell him.

Remind him.

Is Allenby in Damascus?

Near.

Tell Sherif Ali that.

They are not ripe!
Ha, ha, ha!

General...salute!

Present...arms!

Port arms!

Lawrence is behind it, sir.
Lawrence.

The whole town is plastered
with the Arab flag.

-When?
-A day and a night, sir.

They've been here
a day and a night.

They've occupied the town, sir.
They've done it.

He's set up
his own headquarters
in the town hall.

What else
beside the town hall?

Telephone exchange,
post office, powerhouse,

hospitals, fire station--
everything, sir.

They call themselves
the Arab National Council,

and they're
in the town hall.

Well, they're
your pigeon, Harry.

What do you think
we should do about it?

Well, get them out of it,
sir, quick time.

How about that, Dryden?

Not unless
you want a full-scale
rising on your hands.

Well, what, then?

When will Prince Feisal
be in Damascus?

By special train
in two days' time.

Two days?

Two days is what
you asked me for.

I can't keep him out
any longer. Isn't it enough?

Yes. Ample...
I should think.

Look, sir, we can't just
do nothing.

-Why not?
-It's usually best.

-Get us something to drink.
-Yes, sir.

And Tracey, all troops
to remain quartered

-until further orders.
-Yes, sir.

Does that apply
to technical units, sir?

-Technical units,
particularly.
-Yes, sir.

-Medicals, too, sir?
-I'm afraid so, Harry.

Medicals too.

[loud shouting]

[shouting indistinctly]

[shouting indistinctly]

[crowd grows silent]

[Lawrence]
We here are neither
Harith nor Howeitat

nor any other tribe

but Arabs
of the Arab Council,

acting for Prince Feisal.

He insulted me.

Sherif Ali said
that the telephones

were in the care
of the Howeitat

and that the telephone
had ceased to work,

and this is true, Auda.

They will not work because
they are given no electricity.

The electricity is in the care
of the Harith. Ah!

If you answer,
there'll be bloodshed.

You speak to me
of...bloodshed?

I ask...pardon
of Auda Abu Tayi.

Humbly?

Humbly, Harith?

Yes, humbly!

This is a new trick.

Why is there
no electricity?

I have been to that
electrical house, Aurens.

There are
three large...machines.

He means generators.

-[laughing]
-Sorry.

One of them is burning.

They are of an incredible size,
but helpless.

It is so
of all machines.

Let them burn.

What need of telephones?

[crowd murmuring]

The need is absolute.

Then we need
the English engineers.

No! Take English engineers,

and you take
English government.

Take--

Fire has broken out.

-Where?
-The Jinsibi district.

It is not a district
that matters.

It will spread.

Then use
the fire brigade!

We have tried, Aurens.
But there is no force
in the water.

Then you must carry it.

The Rualla
do not carry water.

What else
are they good for?

[clamoring]

We will hear petitions
this afternoon.

This afternoon!

[distant gunfire]

I'm going to take this up
after the war.

Surely we should
do something, sir.

It's an old man's sport.

Are you an old man, sir?

Well, all I can say is, sir,
it's a heavy responsibility.

Sorry, sir.

Maybe it's the bulb.

No, sir.

It's the power.

[distant chanting]

[Dryden]
They're leaving, sir.

That's it, then.

Marvelous-looking
beggars, aren't they?

[snoring]

Leave it, Aurens.
Come with me.

-Come where?
-Back!

I know your heart.

What is it?

Is it this?

I tell you,
this is nothing.

Is it the blood?

The desert has
dried up more blood
than you could think of.

I pray that I may never
see the desert again.

Hear me, God.

You will come.

There is only
the desert for you.

What about you, Ali?

No. I shall stay here
and learn politics.

That's a very low occupation.

I had no thought of it
when I met you.

You tried very hard
to give us Damascus.

It's what I came for.

And then...

it would be something.

Yes.

Much.

He is your friend?

Take your hand away!

-You love him.
-No, I fear him.

Then why do you weep?

If I fear him
who love him,

how must he fear himself,
who hates himself?

Take your hand away!

Howeitat!

Oh...so you are not yet
entirely politician.

-Not yet.
-Well, these are new tricks,

and I am an old dog,

and Allah be thanked.

I'll tell thee what, though.

Being an Arab will be thornier
than you suppose, Harith.

In all my years
as a medical officer,

I've never seen
anything like it.

It comes
within the jurisdiction
of the Arab Council.

I'm sorry, sir.
Under the circumstances,

I think I must take over.
Immediately.

Under any circumstances,
you must obey your orders.

No, sir.
I will not!

Control yourself.

Now, go over to the town hall
and see what they say.

We did what we could
in the civic hospitals.

But you forgot
the Turkish Military Hospital.

-Yes.
-It has 600 beds.

There are about
2000 Turkish wounded in it,

all of whom
are the responsibility
of your precious Arab Council.

What's it like?

[flies buzzing]

[man speaks in Turkish]

[speaks in Turkish]

[bell ringing]

[officer]
This is outrageous!

Outrageous!

Outrageous!

Ha, ha, ha!

You filthy little wog!

[Feisal] My friend Aurens,
if I may call him that,

"My friend Aurens."

How many men will claim
the right to use that phrase?

How proudly!

He longs for the greenness
of his native land.

He pines for the Gothic
cottages of Surrey, is it not?

Already in imagination
he catches trout

and all the activities
of the English gentleman.

That's me
you're describing, sir,
not Colonel Lawrence.

You're promoted Colonel.

Yes. What for?

[Feisal]
Take the honor, colonel.
Be a little kind.

[Allenby] As a colonel,
you'll have a cabin to yourself
on the boat home.

Then...

thank you.

[clears throat]

Well, then...

Godspeed.

There's nothing further
here for a warrior.

We drive bargains--
old men's work.

Young men make wars,

and the virtues of war
are the virtues
of young men.

Courage and hope
for the future.

Then old men
make the peace.

And the vices of peace
are the vices of old men--

Mistrust and caution.

It must be so.

What I owe you
is beyond evaluation.

The powerhouse,
the telephone exchange.
These I concede.

The pumping plant
I must retain.

If you retain the plant,
there'll be no water, sir.

I shall be glad
of any technical assistance.

In fairness, you must
bring down your flag.

I shall not, and if your men
attempt it, my men will resist.

-Have you any men, sir?
-Enough for that.

It's the kind
of thing that makes
a very ugly incident.

I'm sure your government
does not wish

to appear at the peace
conference

in the light of an aggressor.

I say!

It's Lawrence,
isn't it?

Well...may I shake
your hand, sir?

Just wanted to be able
to say I done it, sir.

Haven't we met before?

Don't think so, sir.

No, no, sir. I should have
remembered that.

It is widely known
the Arab Council
took power in my name.

They have no power, sir.
It's illusory.

Illusions can be
very powerful,

particularly...

when they take this form.

The world is delighted
at the picture of Damascus

liberated
by the Arab army.

Led, may I
remind you, sir,

by a British-serving
officer.

Ah, yes, but then Aurens
is a sword with two edges.

We are equally glad
to be rid of him, are we not?

I thought I was
a hard man, sir.

You are merely
a general.

I...must be a king.

Excuse me, sir.

Well?

Well...it seems we're
to have a British waterworks

with an Arab flag on it.

Do you think
it was worth it?

Not my business.
Thank God I'm a soldier.

Yes, sir.
So you keep saying.

You, I suspect,

are chief architect
of this...compromise.

What do you think?

Me, Your Highness?

On the whole...
I wish I'd stayed
in Tunbridge Wells.

[crowd clamoring]

[honks horn]

Well, sir, going home.

Hmm?

Home, sir!

[men singing]
♪ Goodbye, Dolly
I must leave you ♪

♪ Though it breaks
My heart to go... ♪