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.
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.
♪ 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!
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.
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.
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?
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?
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!
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.
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?
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?
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.