Sirocco Page #3

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l'll see if l can get you a doctor.

l'm all right.

You and your cruddy Syrian patriots.

They were after Col. Feroud.

They almost got me.

You eat with the French,

you get what the French get.

Here.

Thank you.

Hurry.

Sir, we need you outside immediately.

This is terrible.

Are you all right, gentlemen?

Don't worry about us, worry about them.

Anies, candle.

Let's get some more light over there.

Here, drink this.

-Where do you think you're going?

-l want to get out.

And get shot at?

Here.

l'm cold.

The doctors will be here right away.

They got the man that did it.

Don't release anyone

until they finish questioning him.

-No one in or out.

-Yes, sir.

This man, he helped me.

Thank you.

Curfew pass.

All right.

Look at me. Just look at me.

How awful!

What a terrible thing. Look, my stockings!

You can always get new clothes.

How? ln this awful place

you can't get anything!

lt isn't as bad as all that.

How can you say that,

after what happened tonight?

We might have been killed.

Yes, you're right. l might have been killed.

l'm lucky to be alive.

How foolish l am to worry about clothes.

That woman, how she screamed.

l thought she would never stop.

lt's good to be alive.

lt's late. Why don't you go home?

Please lock the door when you leave.

Good night.

l shouldn't have taken you there.

lt wasn't safe.

After this we won't go out anymore.

That's a brilliant idea.

We'll be together. That's all that matters.

Cooped up in this little apartment?

l don't seem to know

how to please you anymore.

l'm not difficult to please.

lt's very easy to please me.

l wonder where it is.

What are you looking for?

l thought it was in here. l remember.

l was afraid l'd lost it.

Beautiful.

l got it at the Folies Bergres, in Cairo.

Wasn't that before l knew you?

Maj. Leon sends his apologies, sir.

Thank you.

l must leave.

Here you are again, Mr. Smith.

Yep, here l am again.

Pay me off and l'll be on my way.

You're late.

l amused myself thinking

perhaps you would not come.

Give my regards to Emir Hassan.

Ask him to tip me off the next time

his boys toss a grenade at my elbow.

-l'll give him your message.

-Thanks.

What an oddity you are, Mr. Smith.

An American in Damascus.

No morals.

No political convictions.

l've had them.

l find that difficult to believe.

l had a bellyful of them.

l left them in the States with my first wife.

lsn't there anything you believe in?

You mean right now? Sure.

l believe in this. And it's 2,000 short!

One load of ammunition was not delivered.

l sweat blood getting through

the toughest blockade ever put on a city...

...and you hold out

because l'm late with one small load.

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