Lawrence Of Arabia Page #3

-This pistol yours?

-No, his.

His?

Mine.

Then I will use it.

Your friend...

was a Hazimi of the Beni Salem.

I know.

I am Ali ibn el Kharish.

I have 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 #

# You can

Rum-tee-tum-tee-tum-tee-tum #

# Tee-tummely-tum-tee-tum-tee-tum #

# I'm the man who broke the bank

At Monte Carlo #

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 happens within 50 miles

of Feisal that Feisal 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.

Now, just a minute. 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?

Well, 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 are 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

what I'm saying?

Yes, sir. I understand

what you're saying.

You'll make your appreciation

and get back to...

Oh, my God.

Not again.

I've told him!

God knows I've told him.

"Move South," I've said.

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