Produced in 1996 by Max Films, Milan, USA
Screenwriter: Anthony Minghella (based on Michael Ondaatje's novel of the same name)
Director: Anthony Minghella
Starring: Ralph Fiennes (as Laszlo Count of Almasy), Juliette Binoche (Hana), Willem Dafoe (Caravaggio), Christine Scott Thomas (Catherine Clifton), Naveen Ann Deluth (played by Kip)
won the Best Picture, Best Director, Best Art Direction, Best Cinematography, Best Editing, Best Costume, Best Sound and Best Music at the 69th Academy Awards in 1997. awards.
Compilation: Li Yiming's
title map: Zhou Zheng
, a brush dipped in ink, swam lightly on a red rock, gradually drawing a human figure with a sense of flow; along with the movement of the brush, singing began...
The picture is superimposed into a desert with beautiful lines, undulating and flowing like a woman's body...
EXTERIOR, daytime,
an old-fashioned two-winged plane in the Sahara Desert of North Africa roars over the desert and flies forward. Under the wings are endless, undulating sand dunes and sand nests blown into circles by the wind.
In the back seat of the plane was a man; in front of him sat a woman. She leaned her head back in the seat, her eyes were closed, her face was white and serene. The wind passing by the plane blew the white scarf around her neck, like a white streamer, flying in the air...
"British plane, British plane!"
This is 1944, the second The last moments of World War II. Several disheveled German soldiers who were on duty in the desert saw the flying plane and shouted and ran to the anti-aircraft gun position; immediately, the anti-aircraft gun began to shoot into the air, and the shells exploded in the front, rear, left and right of the plane, and a sky rose in the air. Clouds of smoke.
The plane was immediately surrounded by the firepower of the anti-aircraft guns, and several bullet holes were pierced in the silver fuselage in an instant.
Fire and smoke engulfed the plane. The man who piloted the plane appears to have escaped from the cabin, but he is already on fire, struggling to fight the fire...
INT , DAY, IN A tent at an Allied field hospital
This is an Allied army in Italy Field Hospital. It consists of rows of tents and bungalows.
In a tent, Hana, a beautiful Canadian female nurse, walked in with a smile and looked at the wounded lying on the bed.
In front of one of the wounded, Hana stopped and asked, "How is it today?"
It was a young man, and he replied, "It's fine!"
Hana comforted him gently: "Your leg injury is getting better soon. I've left you a piece of the shrapnel I took out."
Seeing the beautiful and gentle female nurse, the young man was also very happy. He happily said to Hana, "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen!"
Hana smiled sincerely: "I don't think so!" She turned and continued her inspection.
The wounded shouted to her excitedly from behind: "Can you kiss me?"
Hana couldn't help laughing, "You are so humorous..." She laughed as she checked the aisle in the middle of the hospital bed. After checking the other wounded, he walked out of the tent and closed the door.
DAY - DAY
A camel caravan of desert-dwelling Bedouins (the Arabs' term for nomads) in the Sahara traverse the desert along their traditional business routes. Behind a dune, they found the crashed plane. In addition to a dead woman, they also found the dying pilot. He was burnt to pieces by the fire, and his body was bloodied. Especially his face, with layers of burnt scars, looked like a piece of black coke. He let out a hard gasp from the depths of his chest intermittently.
The Bedouin spread a blanket on the sand, placed the wounded man on it, and covered him with a cloth.
A Bedouin looked at the almost charred body and said to his companion in horror: "I hate blood, it sucks!" At this time, one of his companions was holding a A notebook flipped through. It appeared to be a book with many slips of paper in it, and some photos. One of the photos shows a handprint, and another looks like a fresco on a rock.
A Bedouin came up and covered the man's face with a cloth about the size of his face. Holes were cut in the cloth to reveal the man's mouth, nose and eyes. Then they covered his face with a rawhide hide. The image of the burner is now even more terrifying.
The Bedouins used layers of cloth to apply a grease, wrapped the man they rescued like a stiff log, placed them on a camel, and resumed their journey.
The camel caravan set off in the desert. The burnt man kept babbling in a coma that no one could understand...
The gradually setting sun turned the desert into a dream-like golden world, and the shadow of the camel captain was projected on its rounded ground. ...
IN TENT - NIGHT
Hana and another female nurse patrol the ward in the tent. On the operating table, a wounded man's shirt was removed, revealing a wound that was still bleeding. The wounded man struggled to spit out a few words, and the doctor leaned in front of him and listened carefully.
The wounded: "Is there anyone here from Pickton...?"
Doctor: "... Pickton? I don't know." The
wounded: "I want to see someone from my hometown before I die..." His voice was hoarse, ambiguous.
The doctor raised his head, turned and pulled a curtain behind him. Hana and the nurses lay resting on the camp bed on the other side of the curtain.
The doctor asked, "Who is from Pickton?"
Hana asked, "Why Pickton?"
Doctor: "Where is his hometown."
The female nurse beside Hana pointed to Hana, "She is from there".
Hana looked concerned, raised her body, and said to the doctor, "Ask which army he is from?"
The wounded replied with difficulty: "The Canadian Pikes..." The
doctor repeated his words to Hana.
Hana asked with concern: "Does he know Captain McGhan?" The
wounded said feebly, "He was put on the plane yesterday, he is already dead."
Hana suddenly felt dizzy, a kind of heart-piercing pain It's stabbing her heart - McGhan is her lover!
INT - NIGHT
A loud bang in the tent shakes the earth. Like the explosion of a bomb, like lightning and thunder, streaks of strong light illuminate the night sky. The people in the tent seemed to be hiding.
A strong light illuminated Hana, who was lying on the ground. She felt like the sky was falling, shaking her shoulders and crying in pain. The doctor crouched beside her, stroking her shoulders and comforting her... Hana cried and repeated, "...he's dead, he's dead!"
EXT, NIGHT, The
Bedouins in the desert lit piles of bonfires in the desert . The man who was rescued from the plane was carried to a pond. A wizard-like Bedouin with a hood wrapped around his head crouched down beside him and gently removed the cloth from his face. Then he poured out some potion from a small bottle, grabbed a handful of mud, and stirred it in his hands. Finally, he began to use his hands to smear the black mud on the man's almost scorched face. While doing this, the wizard's mouth kept singing.
EXT, DAY, THE SEA SIDE IN THE TIRRENIA REGION ON THE ITALIAN BORDER
SUBTITLE: OCTOBER 1944, ITALY.
The field hospital where Hana was at has moved here. A wounded man on crutches was walking on the beach, accompanied by a nurse and a doctor.
Facing the sea is the ward. The wounded are now lying in a row of beds outside the ward, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine on the beach. The man rescued by the Bedouins has been brought here. He was also lying on a bed, the burnt blackness on his face had basically receded, but his skin was still scarred, making it difficult to see his face. A man who looked like an officer was asking him with a notebook.
"Name?"
"Wanka."
"Number?"
"Sorry...I can't remember. I'm probably a pilot. I was found on a plane at the start of the war."
"Remember where I was born?"
"Is this a record? You should Test me. Or in German, by the way, I know German."
"Why? Are you German?"
"No..."
"How do you know you're not German? You can't remember the past. Is it?" The
burnt man didn't answer. He breathed for a moment, then pleaded with difficulty, "Can you give me a glass of water?"
Hana, who had been tending to the other wounded, came over, poured a glass of water, and fed him a drink. The man looked at Hana gratefully. Hana throws a consoling smile at him.
"Thank you!" the man said to Hana.
"You're welcome!" Hana replied.
The burnt man started talking: "I remember a lot...I remember her garden, the fountain...that doesn't seem to be in France..."
Officer: "Is it your garden?"
Burned man: "Maybe it's my wife Yes ."
Officer: "So you're married, don't you?"
Burned man: "...I think so. I'm sure I remember some German... But you see, my life is almost over... My other organs have failed... I'm dying, I'd rather have peace... I'm sorry, I can't help you..." Apparently, he wasn't fully awake yet.
No one could figure out who this man was. He was left behind. Inferring from the contents of his notebooks, one had to temporarily refer to him as "the English patient."
EXT - DAY - THE
HOSPITAL IS TRANSFERRED AGAIN ON THE HIGHWAY. Cars transporting the wounded were lined up in a long line, driving down the highway. In the swaying carriage, Hana, wearing a steel helmet, walked up to the burn who they called the "British patient" and asked with concern, "Are you all right? I know you're working hard, sorry!"
The British patient didn’t answer, but from the look in his eyes he could see his goodwill and gratitude for Hana.
At this time, a continuous sound of car horns came from behind. It turned out that one of Hana's girlfriends caught up from behind in a jeep. She yells Hana's name out of the car.
Hana sticks her head out of the car and greets her girlfriend excitedly.
Hana's girlfriend also shouted excitedly: "Hana, we are late, we have to rush to the next village. Do you still have money?"
Hana replied loudly: "No more.
" Yes, I know you have. Give it to me, I swear, this is the last time!"
Hana turned back to the carriage. The girlfriend excitedly said to the driver in her car: "She went to get it, she likes me very much!"
Hana appeared in front of the back of the truck with a few banknotes in her hand, and she stretched out her hand to her girlfriend, girlfriend He also stretched out his hand and shouted, "I will pay you back! I owe you too much!" The driver of the jeep stepped up the accelerator, the two cars got closer and closer, and Hana and his girlfriend's hands finally touched Together, the girlfriend took the money. She shouted, "I love you!" The
two looked at each other and blew each other a kiss. At this time, the jeep accelerated, and Hana's girlfriend stumbled and nearly fell from the car. She screamed and hurriedly sat down in her seat. The jeep sped forward like an arrow.
In a blink of an eye, the Jeep passed the truck carrying the wounded, and it left the road trying to overtake the entire convoy. But just as it was about to pass the first car, a mine exploded under it. The thick smoke and flames engulfed the jeep that was overturned by the air wave...
"Stop, stop!" Hana looked at the jeep in the smoke, stunned for a moment, and immediately called out hysterically. The driver slammed on the brakes, and Hana jumped out of the truck and ran desperately toward the crash site.
"Stop! You are on the mine formation!"
At this moment, a wounded man in military uniform shouted and charged towards Hana. He hugged Hana tightly and held her tightly in his arms. Behind them was the overturned jeep. Puffs of smoke kept coming out of the car. Hana cried bitterly in his arms: "...No, no..."
His name was Caravaggio, and he was a close friend of Hana's father. He grew up watching Hana grow up. Now he is in hospital after being caught by the Germans and having two thumbs chopped off.
The entire convoy stopped. Two soldiers with mine detectors carefully searched for the road ahead. Suddenly, a soldier apparently found something unusual. He squatted down, put down the mine detector, then lay down on the ground, took out the bayonet and gently fiddled with the floating soil on the ground. After a while, a mine appeared.
Hana just stood back and watched blankly at first. Suddenly, her eyes were caught by something on the ground in front of her. Hana suddenly broke free of Caravaggio and ran forward.
Caravaggio was caught off guard, and then he yelled at Hana almost angrily: "What are you doing? Don't move, don't move, stand there!"
Hana stopped in fright. Caravaggio carefully took off the bag on his back and walked towards her gently, for fear of stepping on a landmine. As he moved forward, he kept comforting Hana, lest she lose control and make another dangerous move: "Okay, okay...Stand there and don't move, wait for me to pass..."
Finally he came Hana's side, grabbed her. Caravaggio asked angrily, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"
Hana didn't say anything, just stared at the ground ahead. "It's her bracelet!" Hana said tearfully, pointing to a sparkling object on the ground.
Caravaggio carefully stretched out his foot, took a step forward, and picked up the bracelet from the ground. He turns around and hugs Hana tightly in his arms. EXT - Twilight - Hana and a female nurse are packing their belongings
in the temporary campsite of the field hospital .
The female nurse persuaded her: "She is already dead!"
Hana didn't answer, but asked, "Can we go?" The
female nurse was a little puzzled: "How can you leave the team privately?"
Hana denied, "No, that's not what it meant." With that, she went to the wounded who were placed in the bushes, found the English patient, and put something next to him—"This can help you. ' she told British patients. At this moment, thinking of the death of her lover and girlfriend, Hana suddenly felt a burst of sadness in her heart. With tears in her eyes, she said to herself, "I must be someone who needs to be rescued. Will anyone love me? Will anyone approach me? I'm so disappointed!" She looked into the distance in despair. "Where is she waiting for me?"
At this moment, the English patient slowly reached out his hand from under the blanket, and Hana couldn't help but reach over and take his hand. Her eyes were still staring into the distance.
On the heights of the distant mountains, there is a courtyard-style building, and there is a tall tower in the corner of the courtyard. From a distance, it looks like a castle.
DAY - VALLEY
Hana walks down a valley until she sees the yard with the tower. It was originally a monastery, and later became a noble villa - Villa San Girolamo. The Germans used it as a makeshift hospital. Now, people go to the house and leave only a rubble.
Hana stopped in front of the iron railings in the courtyard of the villa, looked in, and walked in. The yard was overgrown with weeds and broken tiles. Hana shuffled through the rubble, straddling rubble and cluttered piles.
- DAY -
With a bang in the villa, Hana slams open a door. It was a big room, and it was empty inside. The walls are white and have a dome-like roof. The room was messy everywhere. Apart from a bed, there is no other furniture.
Hana walks to the bed and lifts up a mattress that was thrown on the ground, and a cloud of dust rises into the air... EXT - DAY, DAY, Hana walks forward with her luggage
in the hospital's makeshift camp
, Caravaggio followed her, trying to dissuade her.
Hana insisted: "She's dead, I'm going to catch up."
Caravaggio: "It's not safe here, the whole country is full of bandits. He's probably just a German. You can't, I won't allow it. ."
Hana put her things in one place: "The war is over."
Caravaggio: "It is not over, at least not in Italy, there is war everywhere!" After a short pause, he persuaded again: " It's a normal thing, and we'll get hit by bullets too."
Hana ignored her, and continued to pile her things on the floor: "I'll take good care of him!"
Caravaggio: "If you have anything Unfortunately, I'm going to blame myself!"
INT - NIGHT,
comrades in the hospital in the villa are helping Hana move the "English patient" into the villa. Caravaggio still followed the busy Hana, trying to persuade her to change her mind: "We are heading in the direction of Vianjo."
Hana was unmoved. As she packed her things, she thanked the soldier who brought the English patient in. The helper hurriedly left the villa.
At this time, the female nurse came over and said goodbye to Hana at last. She reluctantly persuaded again: "No, Hana..."
Hana kindly but still firmly rejected her kindness: "I'll be fine. , I'll catch up!" The two hugged and kissed goodbye.
- DAY - The
English patient in the villa is placed on the only bed. He lay there wriggling in his mouth, muttering to himself, "Don't leave me...my heart is going to break..."
Hana looked upstairs through the gap in the stairs to look at the British lying on the bed patient, then walked towards the top of the tower of the villa. At the window of the tower, she took out a pair of scissors, leaned against the window, and began to cut her long hair. She looked out the window. On the main road, the convoy of the hospital was leaving. Hana threw the cut hair out of the window and watched the team...
Then, Hana took off her military uniform and put on a normal dress...
After Hana cleaned herself up, she started cleaning herself and the British patient. new home. She came to the library of the villa, brought stacks of thick books from the high bookshelves, and stuffed them into the broken spaces of the stairs, which was regarded as temporarily repairing the stairs.
The English patient lay quietly in bed, as if fast asleep. And at this moment, in his mind, he is turning over the past scenes before the war...
Interior scene, at night, a
group of men in dark suits gather in a luxurious hotel in a large hotel in Cairo. Here are some people who are keen to explore. They are both members of the Royal Geographical Society. Among them was a thin man named Almasi. He was a Hungarian count who loved desert adventures. He had a firm, determined, and somewhat maverick look on his face. He was talking to his buddies. Almasi : "We are going to cross the desert... Do
you agree?"
A companion: "No. You are Hungarian." A handsome young man walked in. He's the protagonist of today's party, Jeffrey Clifton, a wealthy Englishman who just got married. He's going to use his own money to fund a new desert adventure for these explorers. Everyone stood up one after another and greeted him warmly. Clifton cheered everyone good night. A man asked: "Where's your lovely wife?" Clifton: "She fell in love with the hotel pool. Now she's probably swimming around like a fish in the pool...or maybe in the bathtub. right?" Everyone laughed. Just as he was talking, Clifton's new wife, Katherine, appeared. She has flowing blond hair, a tall figure, and a white off-shoulder long dress, which makes her more elegant and aristocratic. And between her gestures, she revealed moving beauty and cuteness. Catherine walked and talked to a man who was approaching. The man was attentive: "I hope you like my work." Clifton looked at his charming wife affectionately to greet her, and put his arms around her waist: "Honey, everyone is waiting." Just now . The man wanted to persuade Catherine to give up the idea of going on an expedition to the desert with him. He said to Catherine: "You can wait here, let's remember that we still have a home." Clifton asked: "Are you married? "
The man replied, "We've been married a long time ago. We're all married. Except for this friend, Almasi." He nodded and gestured in Almasi's direction.
Clifton sat down and said, "I think I am happier than you, because my family is sitting together!" After that, he looked at the beautiful wife who was sitting beside him, raised his glass and suggested: "Let's Cheers!"
"For our wives!" said the crowd together.
Almasi was a little fascinated by the style of Catherine in front of him. He couldn't help saying: "For the wife in front of us!"
Catherine, who was generous and understanding, glanced at Almasi on the opposite side, and replied wisely: "For our future wife!"
Almasi glanced back at Catherine gratefully, and couldn't help but start to look at the charming blond young woman.
After some entertainment, the dance began. The male and female guests walked off the dance floor in pairs and began to dance. Catherine and her husband danced affectionately on the dance floor, and Almasi, still sitting at the wine table, glanced at the happy couple from time to time. In fact, his heart has been completely conquered by the beautiful and charming Catherine.
Katherine and Clifton finished dancing and walked back to the table. Almasi walked up and politely invited Catherine: "I'm sorry, can I?" Catherine looked at him and nodded, and the two held hands and walked off the dance floor.
Catherine and Almasi spun in harmony in the music. When the eyes of the two people started to look at each other, she suddenly asked: "Why did you follow me yesterday?"
Almasi was a little flustered: "What? I'm sorry!"
Catherine refused to stop: "You kept following me on the street Me, all the way to the hotel."
Almasi began to feel it. He replied humorously: "I wonder if such a wonderful beauty is European? I'm curious."
Catherine dubiously: "Are you curious?"
Almasi: "I wonder if you are one of us Man's wife."
Catherine: "Then can you stop me and ask me directly, it's rude to follow me!"
The two began to look at each other speechlessly, and both of them began to feel a strange feeling rising in their hearts. - NIGHT - ENGLAND PATIENT WAS AWAKEN FROM DREAM IN
VILLA .
Hana, who was sitting beside him, fell asleep on top of him at some point. He moved his body slightly, and politely said to Hana who was drowsy, "Can I let you go a little bit? I'm sorry!"
Hana woke up with a start. She suddenly realized that she was holding down the patient she was caring for, and apologized a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry!" After saying that, she raised her body.
The English patient moved his arms to Hana with difficulty: "...It's okay, it's just that my new wound hurts a little, especially when it's being pressed..."
Hana looked at him and explained, "I just did a bad thing. Dream..." She stroked her hair with her hand, as if she wanted to shake off the nightmare just now.
IN THE NEXT ROOM, NIGHT,
Hana carries a lamp to a nearby room that looks like a kitchen. She put down the lamp, scooped a jug of water, and washed it with a washbasin. She washed her face first, then pulled down the straps of one skirt and scrubbed her shoulders. At this moment, she suddenly stopped her hand and stared blankly at her reflection in the water. Hana's emotions started to get a little excited. She quickly scooped up a jug of water and poured it down her hair, but finally couldn't help crying. She put her head on the table, her shoulders kept twitching...
a man walked into the room. He is Caravaggio. It turned out that he couldn't bear to let Hana stay here alone, and returned. He called out softly, "Hana...Are you all right?" Then he stepped forward and stroked her shaking shoulders with his hands, trying to comfort her.
Hana continued to cry: "Leave me alone!"
Caravaggio stood up helplessly. He picked up the pitcher, poured himself a glass of water, walked silently to the window, turned his face out of the window, and said, "You fell in love with that man, didn't you! Your poor patient...you saw his Look, you think he's a saint!" After a pause, he added: "I don't think so!"
Hana is still crying: "I love everything...the one I love dies, and so does the one he loves. It 's gone!"
Caravaggio retorted: "You have to think about who he is? How many people did he kill?"
Hana shook her head sadly, crying to stop Caravaggio: "I beg you... I beg you not to spoil the atmosphere..."
Caravaggio remained calm: "I know he didn't forget everything. , he just wants to forget..." EXT,
NIGHT,
IN THE DESERT Almasy, Clifton, Katherine and the rest of the desert expedition stand in a row with their wine glasses up. In front of them was a burning bonfire. Under Clifton's sponsorship, they will travel to the Sahara Desert to map that area.
One person took the lead and said, "Gentlemen, let's toast the map!" Everyone agreed: "Cheers to the map!"
Almasi raised his glass and said, "Special thanks to Geoffrey and Catherine, without their support, we would have Keep lingering... Cheers!"
After everyone took a sip of wine, Clifton and Catherine sat down in their chairs.
Almasi asked Clifton: "I heard you're flying back to Cairo?"
Clifton: "I'm very happy, I'm going to take some pictures for the army."
Almasi: "What pictures to take?"
Clifton Dun said lightly: "Character photos. For the British, for their wives, for their dogs, as documents. This is an easy task." He glanced at his wife beside him with an affectionate look, and continued: "Maybe I can take this opportunity to expand the scope of communication and get to know some big people; I can also do something for the country."
Catherine, who was sitting beside him, has been looking at her husband proudly. At this moment, she couldn't help reaching out and stroking his back.
"It's really yours!" Everyone praised. EXT - DAY - Clifton emerges from a tent in the
desert with his suitcase on his back.
Coming out with him was Catherine. The two hugged and kissed goodbye. "Goodbye, dear! Be careful, I'll be back in a week," Clifton said, saying goodbye to Catherine, and walking towards a plane parked in the distance.
Almasi and the others were sitting on the sand at this time. He called Clifton: "Clifton, safe journey!"
Clifton turned around and said, "I wish you all the best! I wish you luck!"
At this moment, Almasi seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He stood up and caught up with Clifton, who was about to get on the plane, and stood by his side. walking.
Almasi: "Clifton, maybe it's none of my business... your wife, do you think it's appropriate to leave her like this? The desert is not for women! It's a harsh environment, and I hope she can bear it."
Kerry Fulton didn't mind: "Catherine said she likes the desert. She has been to the desert with her father and brother since she was three years old, and she knows how to deal with it. She has no problem!"
Almasi said helplessly: "That's good!"
"Why are you so nervous about women?" Clifton gave Almasi a weird look before walking towards the plane.
Almasi looked at his back and turned back. In the distance, Catherine was watching them both.
VILLA
Rihana wanders . In a hall full of rubbish, she found a piano covered in cloth. Hana came to the piano, opened the lid, and pressed the keys lightly, excited by the crisp sound. She simply lifted the cover, sat down, and played a tune. The melodious sound of the piano floated out of the window.
IN ANOTHER HOUSE IN THE VILLA - DAY -
CARAVAGgio gritted his teeth and stretched his arms, injecting himself with anesthesia. He sighed and said to himself, "Why should I wear gloves? ... It seems to like it, be strong, be strong..." He wore a black pair on each of his two thumbless hands. gloves. Hana
continues to play the piano in the villa during the day .
The familiar tune made her forget everything for a while; she indulged in a passion...
Suddenly, from a distance outside came a cry: "Stop playing! Please stop playing!"
Hana raised her head in surprise , I saw a man with his head wrapped in a cloth and wearing a military uniform hurriedly running towards the house. He came to the door, anxiously put his hand through the broken glass, and twisted the doorknob hard, trying to open the door, but he couldn't.
Hana said apologetically, "I don't have the key to that door." With that, she pointed to a large hole blown out by a bomb on the other side of the room and motioned him to come in there.
The man hurriedly bypassed the door and entered the room through the large hole. He came to Hana, patted Hana gently on the shoulder, and said, "The Germans have been here before, and there are bombs everywhere!" Then he walked past Hana to the piano, "The piano most common place". He pointed to the piano with his fingers.
Hana saw that it was an Indian Sikh soldier. His well-groomed uniform, with the shiny buckles on his chest, gave him an air of solemn solemnity. And his steady demeanor and serious demeanor made Hana trust him even more. His name was Kip, and he was an engineer captain. These days he has been leading several soldiers nearby to clear mines or bombs left by the Germans.
Hana said apologetically, "I see, sorry!"
Kipra opened Hana, carefully searching around the piano.
Hana: "I'm sorry, maybe you saved my life!" However, when she saw Kip looking like an enemy, she was so amused that she couldn't help laughing and asked, "Is it German? ' She was referring to the piano Kip was searching for.
Kip looked at Hana and said seriously, "Do you think it's funny?"
Hana couldn't help covering her mouth, "No, I'm sorry!"
Kip didn't say anything. He opened the lid of the piano, looked inside for a while, found nothing, and closed the lid again.
Hana: "I don't think so!"
Kip didn't give up, he turned along the piano, then squatted down and searched under the piano. Hana couldn't help laughing again.
Kip suddenly exclaimed, "Look, see, move it again and it will explode!"
Hana looked in the direction of his fingers and saw a set of four detonators tied together under the piano. She was stunned.
At this time, several Indian soldiers ran in from outside and asked their superior: "Captain, are you okay?"
Kip shook his hand at them: "It's okay!"
INT. DAY, IN THE VILLA
Hana stood at the window and looked out. Outside, Kip and his men are pitching their tents in the yard. He also saw Hana.
Hana turned around and reported to the English patient in bed: "They're not going to leave anytime soon. There's still a 50-mile radius to be searched...he thinks I'm crazy because I've made fun of him." After
a while, Hana told the British patient with some novelty: "He has a turban on his head!" The
British patient: "Yes, he is a Sikh, and they all wear a turban."
Hana: "I Maybe marry him."
British patient: "Really, it's too sudden."
Hana said half-seriously: "My mother always told me that I would meet my husband while I was playing the piano." With that said, Hana wringed out the towel in her hand and walked up to gently wipe his front for the British patient. "It would be great if it was just the two of us!" she sighed, dabbing the English patient's breast with a towel.
British patient: "Why, is there a reason?"
Hana: "Captain Wei and they are staying."
British patient: "We can ask, ... everyone has their own work to do."
Hana: " They have to check all the way, it can't be done in one or two days."
British patient: "Then we have to be patient, patience will turn into a request..."
Hana changed another dry towel, which was wet just now. The applied place was lightly stained, and he said, "No, no, we can't do it."
EXTERIOR, daytime, in the courtyard of the villa,
Hana loosens the ground with her hands in a small vegetable patch she made. soil. There was the sound of a motorcycle in the distance. Hana looked over and saw Kip's sappers driving over on motorcycles, followed by Kip himself, who was still so neatly dressed on a single motorcycle. A strange feeling suddenly rose in Hana's heart. She raised her hand and wanted to say hello to Kip, but Kip didn't see it and drove over by himself. Hana raised her head with a bit of melancholy, and couldn't help looking at her face in front of a small broken mirror...
INT. DAY, IN THE VILLA
The English patient lay in bed, humming a song. Gradually, the singing brought him back into the memory of the past...
EXT, DAY, the
song of the English sick man in the desert echoes in the desert. Three off-road trucks galloped across the golden fields of the Sahara Desert. The cars were full of explorers' luggage, and a local Arab guide sat on the roof of each car.
In the car at the beginning, Almasi was driving, and he kept humming a song. Catherine sat beside him, talking happily all by herself.
Catherine to Almasi: "I've been thinking, why would someone like you come to the desert? Are you thinking that one day you can say that the desert belongs to you."
Almasi: "I I don't want to go out with someone who 'fires'. He doesn't speak for 9 hours. Finally, he points to the sky and says: 'fire', it's a good day..."
Catherine laughed while looking at his expression. She looked at Almasi now and then out the window. Then she couldn't help saying to Almasi: "Seriously..."
Almasi: "What?"
Catherine: "You've been singing!"
Almasi: "Aren't you singing?"
Catherine laughed : "Let Arau sing!" She was referring to the Arab guide sitting on the roof of the car.
Almasi reached out and knocked on the roof of the car, then opened the door again, stuck his head out, and shouted something in Arabic to a local man sitting on the roof. The man immediately began to sing aloud. Catherine was infected in the car and couldn't help but sing out loud "...Please remember, dear, don't be late..."
Almasi looked at her with a smile, and she smiled back to Almasi from time to time.
EXT - DAY
A convoy of explorers in front of a cliff in the Sahara Desert stops before a cliff that rises in the desert. The Arabs got out of the car one after another, knelt in a row on the cliff, and prayed to the mountain god.
Almasi and his companions climbed up the mountain. Gradually, Almasi left his companions behind. He climbed up the cliff all by himself. On a rock, he accidentally discovered a deep handprint. He aimed his hand at the indentation of the handprint, put it in, and thought...
In front of a cave, Almasi stopped to observe for a moment, then turned on the flashlight in his hand and walked in.
IN THE CAVE - DAY -
ALMASI CAREFULLY ENTERS THE CAVE . The light beam of the flashlight illuminated a small area on the rock wall of the cave, and Almasi slowly moved the flashlight in his hand. He seemed to have discovered something, and watched carefully; suddenly, Almasi ran out of the cave shouting.
EXT . DAY, outside the cave,
Almasi waved to his companion halfway up the mountain and shouted: "I found it, I found it, see what I found!"
Catherine and others shouted from below: "What did I find..."
Al Marcy excitedly: "I found the mural, the mural!" INT
. During the day,
people in the cave enter the cave again with Almasi. The light of the flashlight shines on the rock wall, and a group of well-preserved and vivid murals appear in front of people with the movement of the flashlight. This is a set of pictures showing the swimming scene. Its lines are simple and the characters are smooth, as if a group of human-shaped fish are swimming in the water.
Almasi exclaimed, "God, they're swimming! They're swimming..." His tone was filled with awe for the mystery!
Overlay: The scene at the beginning of the film: a pen is moving on the ground, gradually drawing a human figure in a swimming posture on a red rock...
Exterior, daytime, an
off-road vehicle in the desert is speeding through the desert wilderness. A man named Maddox was driving with Almasi in the passenger seat. Maddox excitedly said, "How do you explain this? For those who haven't been here? It feels so mysterious!"
Almasi, still immersed in the mysterious discovery, simply replied: "I don't know, my old friend, I don't know."
Maddox reached out and knocked on the ceiling. He wanted to call on the Arabs on the roof to sing another song. Unexpectedly, when the man on the top bent down and put his head into the cab to ask what he had ordered, he rolled off the car because the speed was too fast. Maddox was in a hurry, he hit the steering wheel by mistake, and the off-road vehicle rushed down the dunes and rolled down. The truck that followed also washed down the dunes.
In the hustle and bustle, the people behind jumped out of the car one after another and slid down the sand dunes with rolling and crawling to rescue their companions who had suffered a car accident. Finally, all the people trapped in the car were lifted out. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured.
EXT - DAY -
A false alarm in the desert has finally passed. But one car was badly damaged and the convoy was unable to move on. The expedition decided to let Maddox drive back with Katherine to bring rescuers. The two of them were sitting in the car, and Almasi came over, as if planning to tell them a few more words.
Maddox sat in the cab and said to Almasi: "I will be back as soon as possible, within 36 hours!"
Almasi: "Try to find as many radio stations as possible, and more better ones. Jeep, the car is badly damaged..."
Maddox nodded and greeted another companion who was going to go back with him: "Bailman!"
Bailman said goodbye to an Arab who remained, and walked over to climb up rear compartment. Almasi patted the car door: "Good luck!"
Maddox started the car. Unexpectedly, because there were too many people and things in the car, the wheels were deeply immersed in the sand and could not move. Maddox got out of the car in frustration and complained, "What's wrong?" He walked to the back of the car and looked at the tires stuck in the sand, and ordered helplessly: "Unload the car.
" people jumped down. Catherine also got out of the car. She came to Almasi and said, "I'll stay too!" Maddox heard the words: "No, I'll stay, I caused it!"
Almasi refused: "No, You can't stay."
Catherine seemed to have made up her mind at this point. Without waiting for Almasi's consent, she removed her luggage from the car, and said firmly, "I'm staying, I'm very excited now, I'm not in the mood to run away!" She said, carrying her luggage away He came over and added: "Besides, if I stay, my husband can stop his work and come to rescue us right away!"
After that, Catherine walked towards the other end of the desert with her luggage alone.
"Okay." Almasi saw that she had made up her mind, so he no longer discouraged her, and he beckoned the others to quickly unload the car.
Everyone pushed the unloaded car out of the bunker. Almasi waved to the car that went away, then turned around and looked at Catherine's back. After a long time, he also followed.
EXT - DAY A few leftover Arabs in the desert
clean up their campsite. Catherine sat in front of a tent, looking at the photo she took in the cave. After a moment, she stood up and walked towards Almasi's tent with the photo in hand.
Almasi sat alone in the tent, flipping through his notes. Catherine came to the door of the tent wearing a red headscarf. She stood there, looking at Almasi who was engrossed in it, and handed over the photo in her hand: "You can use it as a bookmark."
Almasi raised her head and took the photo look. Those were the cave paintings and the mysterious handprint. They seem so mysterious and alluring. But Almasi resisted the temptation of the photos and its owner: "We've already taken them, so don't need them." He smiled and handed them back.
Catherine expectantly: "I hope you accept it."
Almasi still tries not to slip into that subtle emotional vortex: "No need. I'm just a notebook. This is too beautiful, I can't bear it, thank you! "
Catherine took the photo back with a bit of embarrassment, looked at Almasi, and left. After walking a few steps, she turned around again: "Isn't this a bit rude?" Almasi was also a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.
Catherine regretted and understood: "Of course, we are bound by responsibility; of course it is." She nodded and left.
exterior, night, desert
Almasi looked up at the sky alone. Catherine did not know when to appear in front of him. "Does it bother you?" Katherine asked politely.
Almasi friendly: "It's okay." He pointed to the distance, "Look over there!"
Catherine: "What are you looking at?" Almasi
: "Have you noticed those stars changing?"
Sitting down next to him, he looked in the direction Almasi pointed.
"The stars will be out of sight in 15 minutes. The sky will be full of dust!" Almasi said apprehensively. EXTERNAL , NIGHT, clouds roll ominously
in the distant sky in the desert .
In an instant, a gust of wind blew, and the storm swept the entire earth with flying sand. The tents of the expedition were rolled up by the wind and sand, tied only by a rope, and fluttered like flags in the storm.
People fled their tents, shouting in the storm, getting into cars...
The wind raged in the desert, and the quiet desert night was instantly engulfed...
EXTERIOR, DAY, in the expedition car,
Catherine used the The cloth wrapped tightly under his eyes, curled up in the car. The door opened, and Almasi, who was also wrapped tightly in cloth, got in. He tore off the cloth wrapped around his mouth, gasping for breath.
Catherine: "Will something happen to us?"
Almasi comforted her: "No."
Catherine: "Can we escape?"
Almasi: "Yes, yes..." After a pause, he added After saying, "Absolutely."
Catherine said in disbelief: "You said 'yes' is just a comfort."
Almasi: "But 'absolutely' is not!" The
strong wind and sand continued to pass from the gap in the door. He got in and hit the two people on the body and face mercilessly. Almasi tries to distract Catherine. He began to tell Catherine stories.
Almasi: "I'll tell you a story about the wind. There is a wind that comes from Valak, they have their own way, and when they encounter robbers, they use knives to protect themselves. In Tenesia, a man named Kozy Where it goes, it turns, turns, turns all the way. In this way, they become stronger and stronger..."
Almasi seemed to be telling a fairy tale. Catherine laughed.
Almasi also laughed, and he continued: "...by the time of Halimathae, it turned red. It made the sea dark. After passing here, they returned to England, turned into rain, and fell from the sky. , people mistake them for blood rain..."
Catherine interrupted him with a smile: "Actually we have been to England and there has never been blood rain there."
Almasi: "It's all true, it's yours A friend said it."
Catherine: "My friend?"
Almasi: "He wrote it all. He also wrote a wind story called Simon." Almasi put his hand on Catherine's head , caressed gently. "He blew through the bloody battlefield, passed the battlefield, and died..." Catherine obediently allowed his hand to stroke her hair...
INT, NIGHT, IN THE VILLA
A hand gently caresses the face of an English patient. The cold moonlight shone on his expressionless face. He lay there quietly. It's Hana stroking him...
EXT - DAY, THE
DESERT STROKE HAS STOPPED. The desert is back in a beautiful and warm yellow. Almasi seemed to hear the sound of a car in his sleep. He climbed out of the car and called out to Catherine: "Catherine, Catherine, I'll go over there and see our car."
Catherine rolled over and sat up, also drilling After getting out of the car, he promised "Okay..."
Suddenly, Almasi found something in the distance, and he shouted angrily: "Damn, they're gone! It's unforgivable!" It turned out that while the storm had subsided, An expedition member sneaked away in a car.
Catherine hurried up a dune, waved at the car driving in the distance and shouted: "We are here! Stop, stop! Madan..." Almasi also hurried back to the car, took out a pistol, and ran Going to Catherine's side, he raised his gun and fired it into the sky, and then followed Catherine and shouted: "Come back! Come back!"
The car in the distance was like a small turtle shell, gradually drifting away along the road in the desert...
Catherine stroked her hands in frustration. Looking into the distance, "We were abandoned!"
Almasi reluctantly: "I don't know how far they will drive to turn back." The
two were silent for a moment, and Almasi turned to Catherine: "Can I ask you to put the bookmark Back to my book? Honestly, I love it!" Apparently, the crisis of spending the night together made Almasi begin to cross the line she had drawn and move closer to Catherine.
Before Catherine could answer, Almasi suddenly remembered something, and he shouted, "Where's the other car?" Then he flew down the dune, picked up a shovel, and started digging hard at one place. Catherine also suddenly woke up. She ran over, picked up a shovel, and helped Almasi dig. Under the sand, car horns could be heard incessantly.
"I'm afraid we'll have nothing left!" Katherine asked worriedly, digging.
Almasi: "No, we still have water and radio, so we won't despair!" The
two began to throw away their shovels, knelt on the ground and picked up the sand with their hands.
"There is also an unknown plant that you can cut open so that you can have a delicious drink in the morning," said Almasi, digging into the sand.
Catherine: "Hurry up and find that plant, I'm dying of thirst."
Almasi's shovel hit something hard, and he yelled, "Here is the window, I'll get the door open!" They could already hear the buried Shouting of people in the car. Almasi accelerated the movements in his hands, and at the same time instructed Catherine: "Be careful with your hands!" The
thick floating sand was pulled open, revealing a car window. Someone could be seen inside, and the shouting became clearer. "Wait, here we are!" Almasi struggled to open the door, and the people inside struggled to get out.
EXT - DAY - DESERT
Catherine opens Almasi's notebook and puts the photo folders inside. She flipped through the notebook, picked up a picture of a child, and looked at it. In the distance, Almasi and a few Arabs were looking for something in the desert. Catherine raised her head and looked at Almasi affectionately.
After a while, she retracted her gaze, put the photo back in the notebook, opened a piece of paper in the notebook, and looked at it carefully.
In the distance, Almasi dug out an iron cylinder from the sand, raised it excitedly, and showed Catherine a moving smile: "Catherine! Water!" He looked very excited.
EXT - NIGHT
A flare in the desert flies into the night sky in the desert. War broke out!
Almasi and Catherine stood side by side in the desert, staring silently at the sky. Catherine knew that her fate would change with the war. She said to Almasi with some apprehension, and then to herself: "Jeffrey is in Cairo now. He can't come back soon. The plane belongs to the British government and won't take him to North Africa. I don't think he can do anything about it. Unless he comes up with another way."
Almasi suddenly asked: "...Marriage, like a novel?"
Catherine sighed: "No, marriage is not like a novel." A
few more flares rose. . Both Almasi and Catherine's faces were turned red by the flares of the flares. At this moment, the people who stayed with them in the desert suddenly cheered loudly.
Catherine murmured: "They're here, they're all here!"
Almasi: "It's Maddox, it's Maddox!"
This time it was Catherine who asked, "Why is there a ' in your book' What about the K' word...that's me?"
Almasi turned to stare at Catherine. After a moment of silence, he reached out and placed his hand lightly between Catherine's chin and neck, rubbing it. Catherine looked at him affectionately, speechless.
DAY - DAY IN THE VILLA
AN ENGLAND PATIENT IS IN BED WITH KIP SITTING AWAY FROM A BOOK.
"Chapter 1, he said that violence should be exchanged for violence..."
"I don't want to read any more," Kip said.
The English patient said laboriously: "That's because you read too fast."
Kip: "It's not fast..." The
English patient still insisted: "You have to read slowly, word by word, be patient with your eyes, pay attention to Punctuation, like this..." He taught Kip: "...he said, 'Comma', to fight the tyrant's order, 'Comma', take up arms..., what's the following..."
Kip: "Below is 'Break...'
At this moment, Hana walked in.
Almasi: "As for the rules of the locals... those music..."
Kip: "Just mentioned guns, where's the music from ? He continued: "To be violent... 'comma', to confront soldiers on the battlefield, lead them to the museum... and that gun is still outside the museum... it was the idea of everyone in town." After that, they found our people, 'Comma', those locals, 'Period'. "
How about it, what do you think of this author?" Almasi asked Kip.
Kip: "I don't agree with this author." But what I'm most against is that you've run out of my milk. Hana laughed aside. Kip put down the book in his hand and continued: "According to the book, India is best ruled by the British, I don't like this book!" The
English patient asked Hana's opinion again. Hana replied, "I don't like the book either. And those men, too many men in the book, like this room. English patient: "
Actually you like it, your lad has changed your mind." "
Hana: "I don't think he changed me. Anyway, he's not like me. English patient: "
I don't think so...he's no different." However, what did you say to me that time, that you didn't like the food he cooked? "
"Hey!" Hana shouted, she wanted to stop the British patient.
Kip: "We have different nationalities and different tastes, how about I make some sandwiches?" '
Hana laughed, stirring the contents of the plate. Kip happily tapped the plate on the side.
EXT - DAY,
ALMASI SEEING CATHERINE IN THE BUSHING STREET AT THE MARKET, HE CALLS: "Mrs. Clifton!" Catherine turns her head to look at Almasy
and refuses, "Don't talk!"
Marcy continued: "I guess my book is still with you."
Catherine hesitated for a while, opened the bag on her shoulder, took out the book, and handed it to Almasi.
ALMASI: "Thank you!"
INT - DAY, ALMASI'S HOME Almasy is
lying on the bed. Someone knocked on the door. Catherine came in wearing a white dress with a schoolbag on her back. She stood there like a beautiful statue. Almasi raised his body and walked towards her, all the way to her.
Catherine suddenly reached out and slapped Almasi in the face. Almasi rushed forward, hugged Catherine, and knelt on the ground. Catherine seemed to be struggling, and seemed to agree with Almasi's actions. At last she also fell to her knees; the two began to kiss each other passionately.
Catherine stroked Almasi's head and said softly, "There's sand on your head..."
Almasi didn't answer. He kissed wildly on Katherine's face, neck and shoulders and began to undress her. Catherine was completely subdued at the moment. She can't help obeying Almasi's movements, leaning back and lying on the ground...
Interior - Daytime,
Almasi , sewing clothes with her head down, mouth Humming happily. In the distance, Catherine sat on the bed sarcastically: "I don't believe you can sing." Then she got out of bed and walked to Almasi's side, and continued: "You are really ugly." Lovingly placed his hand on Almasi's head, scooped up a ladle of water with the other hand, poured it over his head, and washed his hair.
Almasi: "When are you happiest?"
Catherine replied while washing him, "Now."
Almasi: "When are you unhappy?"
Catherine smiled and replied, "It's also now."
Almasi: "What do you like?"
Catherine can't remember for a while: "What do I like?"
Almasi: "Just say something..."
Catherine: "I like everything. Water, fish, and my feet Means..."
Almasi: "What else?"
"I don't know... take a bath, we are together." Catherine said, also took off her clothes, got into the bathtub, and got close to Almasi hugged together...the two kissed intimately in the water.
Catherine: "I really want to be together like this all day long..."
Almasi also replied: "To be together like this all day long..." The heads of the two snuggled together affectionately.
After a while, Catherine suddenly raised her head: "My husband!"
Almasi also turned around: "What do you hate the most?"
He asked Catherine.
Catherine: "Liar! How about you?"
Almasi: "Owned, owned by someone else."
EXT -
DAY IN THE VILLA Hana is sitting on the bedside of an English patient talking to him. Holding a picture of a child, she asked: "Is that you? So fat!" The English patient laughed. Hana opened another piece of paper in the English patient's notebook and watched.
The English patient explained: "That's a piece of paper for wrapping biscuits."
Hana looked at the words on the paper curiously: "You wrote something on it, didn't you?" The
British patient: "Yes."
Ha Na looked at the piece of paper and read in her mouth: "On December 22, you were betrayed by war, and you were betrayed by peace! ... The new lover is cute and gentle, and everything around has been melted by the fire of love. Melted by love, give K..." She glanced at the English patient, "'melted by love', I like the phrase, I believe it! 'K', who is 'K'" she pressed road.
The English patient mused: "'K', it stands for Catherine."
There was no doubt that the "English patient" was Almasi.
EXT - DAY, IN A CHURCH YARD
It's Christmas Eve. People gathered in the church yard to celebrate the festival. Most of the crowd was soldiers, but there were also women and children.
Catherine came in wearing a white dress. She wears a flower made of silk ribbons on her chest and a white hat with a brim on her head, which makes her look extraordinarily elegant and dignified. She looked around as she walked, as if to see if there were any friends she knew. She is here to serve.
At this moment, Almasi was looking out from the church room. When he saw Catherine, he greeted her through a flowered window. Catherine came over. Almasi eagerly said, "Tell them and say you're sick!"
Catherine was a little surprised: "What?"
Almasi was a little irritable: "Say you're a little dizzy... The sun is shining and you can't work. I can't work now, and I can't sleep at night!"
At this time, a lady who looked like a lady in the distant crowd greeted Catherine: "Come on, Catherine, there are guests."
Catherine said to Almasi: "I can't sleep either, Awakened by a dream in the middle of the night..."
Almasi pleaded: "Hurry up, I'll come to you..."
Catherine temporarily bid farewell to Almasi and walked to the woman who greeted her.
There was a lively atmosphere in the yard. A man dressed as "Santa Claus" in a red cotton robe walked among the customers, drawing a group of children after him. The full crowd of customers shouted together under his command: "Merry Christmas!"
At this time, Catherine, who had come to the lady's side, made a look of dizziness, and she quickly supported the table with her hands. The lady next to her hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up and give her a chair!"
The person next to her handed over a chair, and Catherine sat down.
"It's okay, maybe it's too hot, she doesn't have a big problem." The lady nodded and thanked the person next to her. Then, she asked Catherine again: "Are you pregnant? No!"
Catherine smiled and shook her head, looking embarrassed.
The lady continued: "It's so romantic! You've only been with your husband for five minutes! All women are going to be jealous!"
Catherine stood up: "I want to go in and have a rest." The
lady warmly said: " Shall I go with you?"
Catherine declined: "No, you can sit down." After that, she walked into the room. Almasi saw Catherine enter the house and quickly left the window.
Catherine entered the church, Almasi greeted her, and dragged her to a corner of the room. He leaned Catherine against the wall and approached her. He stretched out his hand to pick the red roses on Catherine's chest, then wrapped his arms around her waist, bowed his head and kissed her neck, the necklace on her neck, and then her breast... His hand went down Catherine's way stroking her shoulders down, then reaching under her skirt and stroking her legs...
EXT. DAY, WE ARE
SINGING CHRISTMAS SONGS IN THE YARD. A soldier in British uniform, wearing a high-brimmed leather cap and playing a bagpipe...
Interior, day,
indoors Almasi and Catherine passionately embrace, entangle, kiss and caress each other passionately, gasping for breath ...
EXT - DAY, yard
people sitting neatly around three long tables in the yard, toasting Christmas together: "Merry Christmas!"
INT - DAY, in the church,
Almasi has left Catherine . He was walking aimlessly forward when "Santa Claus" approached him. He asked Almasi: "Have you seen Catherine?"
Almasi looked at him strangely: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen her."
"Santa Claus" took off his hat and said to Almasi, "I am Clifton!" Almasi was a little surprised and didn't know how to answer. Clifton glanced at Almasi and walked over.
In the corner of the room, Clifton found Katherine huddled in the corner of the room. He stepped forward and asked with concern, "Honey, are you okay?"
Catherine: "It's okay, it's just too hot."
Clifton: "The lady said you might be pregnant."
Katherine smiled and shook her head: "No, it's just too hot. How are you, this errand?"
Clifton threw away the Santa costume and kissed Catherine said: "Let's go home!"
Catherine refused: "I don't have to go back. You are desperate for this occasion, I'm fine." Later, she added: "If you want, I will go home tomorrow.
Clifton: "Honey, you can't go home; there might be a war!" Catherine
looked at him gratefully: "Oh, Jeffrey, you're so considerate!" As she said that, she rushed over and hugged he. Clifton also kissed Katherine's face affectionately, "Dear, I love you so much!" Suddenly, he asked his wife in surprise: "What's this smell?"
"What?" Katherine asked back.
Clifton sniffed in his wife's face. "Is it almond crumble?" he asked.
Catherine broke free from her husband's embrace and stood up.
Clifton looked at her puzzled.
IN THE VILLA, NIGHT, THE ENGLAND
PATIENT IN THE VILLA, PATIENTS LIFELY IN BED FOR A LONG TIME, he seems to see someone in the dimness and asks, "Is that you?"
A man is standing in front of his bed. He asked, "What?" The
English patient: "I said Maurice, I thought you were Maury?"
The man turned out to be Caravaggio, and he continued to ask: "Who is Maury?
" Si Mauci. I'm beyond recognition. I'm dying...I've been waiting to be with him, and now I'm dying...I'm going to be with him..."
Caravaggio: "The wedding reception that year What did you get?"
British patient: "I don't know...is it paper...paper..."
INT -
DAY : "My dear, it's me, I'm sorry , I'm suddenly in a hurry, I won't be able to go back until tomorrow morning..."
Catherine replied on the other end: "I'm not complaining, I'll wait for you to come back."
Clifton cheerfully: "You promised me? That's great! I'm sorry, I love you!" He put down the phone and sat down .
Almasi, who was sitting across from him, asked, "Don't you know where you're going on business?"
Clifton: "I don't know. I'm going to surprise her on the first wedding anniversary! She forgot too! I arranged a celebration for the anniversary."
Almasi: "Is it the first anniversary of the wedding? Are you planning to live in a world of two people?"
Clifton: "It's just some good friends from time to time. Poly. She always complains to me about someone, he's Czech." Then he asked outside, "Massie, are you there?"
"Yes." Mausy came in with something in his hand.
Clifton: "Is the first wedding anniversary important?" Murthy
doesn't get it: "What does it matter?"
Clifton: "The first wedding anniversary." A black car stopped on the side of the road. A man in a dark suit and a top hat sitting in the car said to the driver, "Just stop here." Then, he started to sit in the car and stared at a building in front of him. He is Katherine's husband Clifton. IN A BUILDING APARTMENT, DAY Catherine is lying on a bed with her bare shoulders exposed under the covers. Almasi was on the other side of the room, with a record. As the record player turned, a woman's singing sounded throughout the room. Catherine: "What song is this?" Almasi went to the bed: "It's a folk song." Catherine: "It's Arabic?" Almasi: "No, it's Hungarian." Catherine: "What does it sing ?"
Almasi looked serious: "The 'Savarvin' in the song refers to love. The protagonist of the story is a Hungarian count. He wonders if he is an idiot, and has been living in a daze for many years. One day, he was attacked by a mysterious The British woman who was cursed, could not stand the temptation, and became her slave..."
Catherine suddenly understood that Almasi was choreographing her. With a look of anger, she thumped Almasi.
Almasi dodged and apologized: "Ah, stop beating, you hurt me."
Catherine still beat him on the head: "Bastard, I would believe this story! You should be my slave. "I like your back !
" Almasi caressed Catherine's bare back lovingly; then, his hand continued to slide on Catherine's body, and finally stopped at the recess between her collarbones on her chest, Asks "I still like this, what should it be called?"
Katherine laughs and whispers, "Bosbruchin Strait." The two embrace and kiss each other... INT
, NIGHT, STREET
Kerry Fulton sits alone in a car drinking suffocating wine... INT. DAY Almasi
and Catherine stand at the counter of an antique shop in a souk .
Catherine looked at a piece of paper with a heart drawn on it. She asked the male sales clerk standing behind the counter: "Is this a mascot?" The sales clerk
politely said: "Yes, it is very old."
Courage!" The
salesman reached out to him and said the price in Arabic. Almasi took out a few pieces of money and put it in his hand: "I don't like bargaining!"
Catherine smiled happily: "To commemorate this day, are you going to the market with me?"
Almasi: " Of course." The
two walked out. Catherine took Almasi's arm, "You will be fine, won't you?"
Almasi: "Yes, absolutely!" With that, the two walked down the steps to the street.
exterior, day, street
Amid the hustle and bustle of people, Catherine broke up with Almasi. She walked alone to a white building. Almasi looked at her back.
In the distance, Clifton watched it all from the car, clutching his hair in pain. He tore a piece of paper full of hearts in his hand to shreds.
- EARNING IN THE VILLA, THE ENGLAND ILL BEING IN BED
. Caravaggio flipped the record in front of the record player. He looked at the English patient who had woken up and said sarcastically: "I thought you would never wake up again!"
British patient: "Why?"
Hana came in at this time, "What song are you looking for?" She ask.
Caravaggio: "Song of freedom."
Hana corrected: "It should be a song of democracy." The
English patient interjected in bed: "No one understands music."
Caravaggio: "The real question should be, these Who wrote the music." The
English patient: "Berlin's Top Hats."
Caravaggio: "You already know these songs?"
Hana replied, "He often sings." Hana kissed He glanced at the British patient's forehead and said "good morning". Then she asked, "You know what? You sing these songs a lot."
British patient: "Someone told me."
Hana stretched and looked out the window: "Another day."
Caravaggio watched Hana: "It's unbelievable."
Hana just looked out the window and didn't speak. Then, as if she saw something, she hurriedly walked out of the
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