The English Patient

- How are you? - Okay.

Your leg will be fine.

A lot of shrapnel came out. I saved you the pieces.

You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

I don't think so. Here.

- Would you kiss me? - No. I'll get you some tea.

- It would mean such a lot to me. - Would it?

Thank you.

- I can't sleep. - Would you kiss me?

- You're so pretty. - Will you tuck me in, please?

Very funny. Go to sleep now.

- Where's the doctor? - Don't ask.

God, I hate giving blood. Can't stand needles.

Is there anybody from Picton?

Picton? I don't know.

I'd like to see somebody from home before I go.

- Do we have anybody from Picton? - Why Picton?

He's from there. Edge of Lake Ontario, right, soldier?

That's where your sweetie's from, isn't it? Around there?

Ask him what company he's with.

- Third Canadian Fusiliers. - Third Canadian Fusiliers.

Does he know Captain McGan?

He bought it yesterday. Shot to bits.

- What did he say? - Doesn't know him.

Hana, get down!

He's dead. He's dead.

He's dead.

He's dead.

[chanting continues, drumbeat]

Name, rank, serial number.

No, sorry.

I think I was a pilot.

I was found in the wreckage of a plane at the beginning of the war.

Can you remember where you were born?

Am I being interrogated?

You should be trying to trick me, make me speak German.

- Which I can, by the way. - Why?

- Are you German? - No.

How do you know you're not German if you don't remember anything?

Might-- Might I have a sip of water?

- Thank you. - It's okay.

I remember lots of things.

I remember her garden, plunging down to the sea.

- Nothing between you and France. - This was your garden?

- Or my wife's. - You were married then?

I think so. Although I believe that to be true of a number of Germans.

Look.

I have this much lung.

The rest of my organs are packing up.

What could it possibly matter if I'm a Tutankhamen?

I'm a bit of... toast, my friend.

Sorry I can't help you.

Are you all right?

I know you hate to be moved. I'm sorry.

- - Hana!

-Jan? - Hana!

There's meant to be lace in the next village. The boys are gonna take me.

- You don't have any money, do ya? - No.

-Just in case there's a sale. - No.

Hana, I know you do. Come on.

- No! - Oh, come on.

I swear to God, this'll be the last time. I swear.

She's a softie. She loves me.

- I'll pay you back! I promise! -

I'm not sewing anything else for you.

I love you!

Whoa! Pienza, boys!

Get some water over here!

Jan! Oh, no!

Hana, where're you going?

- Stay back! - Stop, Hana!

- Stay-- -

No!

No!

- Hey! Hey! - Don't move!

Don't move! Don't move!

Stand absolutely still!

You're walking in a mine field!

Good.

That's good.

Just stay still for me...

and we'll be fine.

What are you doing?

What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?

It's Jan's.

Are you in pain? Do you need something?

- Yes. - Okay.

Are you okay?

- You and Jan were-- - We keep moving him in and out of the truck.

Why? He's dying. What's the point?

We can hardly leave him. Do you mean leave him?

No, no, I don't mean leave him.

This will help you.

I must be a curse.

Anybody who loves me...

anybody who gets close to me--

Oh, I must be cursed.

Which is it?

- When he dies, I'll catch up. - It's not safe here.

The whole country's crawling with bandits and Germans and God knows what.

- It's madness! I can't allow it. - The war is over.

How can it be desertion?

It's not over everywhere. I didn't mean literally.

This is normal, a shock, for all of us, Hana.

I need morphine, a lot. And a pistol.

If anything ever happened to you, I'd never forgive myself.

We're heading for Leghorn.

"Livorno," the Italians call it.

We'll expect you.

Fine.

- Thank you. - You're welcome, ma'am.

- Oh, Hana. - I'll be okay.

I'll catch up. Good.

What-- What was all that banging?

Are you-- Are you fighting rats or the entire German army?

No. I was repairing the stairs.

I found a library, and the books were very useful.

Before you find too many uses for those books,

you might read some to me.

I think they're all in Italian, but I'll look, yes.

- What about your own book? - My book?

Oh, yes, the Herodotus.

Yes,you can read him.

Oh. I found plums.

We have plums in the orchard. There.

We have an orchard.

Herodotus is the father of history.

- Do you know that? - I don't know anything.

Hmm.

It's a --

It's a very plum...

plum.

A mountain the shape of a woman's back. Good, good.

- Hello, Geoffrey! - Madox, hello!

- Welcome to the expedition. - How do you do? Geoffrey Clifton.

Splendid to finally meet you all.

This is Dante D'Agostino and Diggy Bermann, our archaeologist.

- Beautiful plane. - This is Sharif Al Fouad, Egyptologist.

- And this is my wife, Katharine. - Hello.

We're your new apprentices.

- Welcome to the International Sand Club. -

- To the International Sand Club. - I'll get cups.

- Marvellous plane. Did you look? - Yes.

Isn't it? A wedding present from Katharine's parents.

We're calling it Rupert Bear.

- Hello. Geoffrey Clifton. - Almasy.

We can finally consign my old bird to the scrap heap.

Mrs. Clifton, I'd like to present...

- Count Almasy. - Hello.

Geoffrey gave me your monograph and I was reading up in the desert.

- Very impressive. - Thank you.

I wanted to meet the man who could write a long paper with so few adjectives.

Well, a thing is still a thing, no matter what you place in front of it.

Big car, slow car, chauffeur-driven car.

- Broken car. - It's still a car.

- Not much use, though. - Love?

Romantic love, platonic love, filial love.

- Quite different things, surely. - Luxoriousness.

That's my favorite kind of love. Excessive love of one's wife.

- Now there you have me. -

- They're tourists. - Absolute rot.

They're highly recommended by the Royal Geographic Society.

She's charming and has read everything.

- He's meant to be a ruddy good flier. - We don't need another pilot.

He can make aerial maps of the whole route.

You can't explore from the air, Madox.