Go on, give him the cap.
They give him a wide belt and buckle it. The other paras, one on either
side of him, pull up his sleeves to the elbows. A third places the cap
on his head and cocks it.
The colonel turn to him angrily:
Don't be an idiot, Lagloy!
The Algerian is ready. The paras look at him repressing their laughter.
The Algerian continues to tremble. His breath is short, his eyes
glossy. He is crying.
The Algerian looks around. He breathes deeply. Then, suddenly,
unexpectedly, he lets out a hoarse cry:
and tries to jerk forward toward the window.
Marc seizes him immediately, and with his right hand grabs him by the
chest, almost lifting him. With his left hand he gives him two quick
slaps, not very hard.
What do you think you're doing, you fool?
Do you want us to start all over again?
C'mon, be good. Don't make me look like
an idiot in front of the others.
He makes a reassuring sign to the colonel. Then, he takes the Algerian
by the arms, and they move off.
2STREETS OF ALGIERS. OUTSIDE. DAWN. OCTOBER 7, 1957.
The city is gray and white, by the sea which looks like milk. The dawn
outlines her features sharply.
The streets and wide avenues of the European quarters are empty.
Silence, until gradually is heard ...
A HUMMING OF MOTORS.
One truck after another. Their headlights on, with an opaque glow, by
A line of trucks follow one another along the sea-front, all at the
They turn right and go up toward Place du Gouvernement.
Here, without stopping, the columns divide in two. The two lines enter
each of the two roads that lead up to surround the Casbah.