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- Assuming the Ottoman Empire
finally becomes defunct,

Russia would get
the Dardanelles,

the portion closest to them,

and the Italians,
the islands off the mainland.

- And the French had no problem
with that?

- But the French had problems
with everything.

That is their nature.

Oh, yes.

And the big pieces?

- Oh, once I conceded control
over Syria and Lebanon

to them it got easier.

Let us read your mind.

- Mr. Churchill,
do you really want Lebanon

for the British Empire?

It's a mess grown
in 1,000 years

that no one
will ever disentangle.

And Syria might pose
an even bigger problem.

Sunni, Shiite, Alawites,
Druze, Christians,

all at each other's throats.

And up north, the Kurds.

Let the French deal
with the Kurds.

Or let the French tryto deal
with the Kurds.

And let them fail.

- I know where all your
intelligence comes from.

Are you trying to say...

from the woman?

From that woman?

- Petty rivalries
only after cocktails.

[Scoffs]

Now, to us.

Zone B --
our area of influence.

I wrestle from the French
Baghdad, Bazra, Kuwait.

This will now be
under our direct control.

- And how do we delineate
the borders?

- That will fall in place later.
- No.

This is the moment.

It has to be now.

Well, uh...

Our issues start down here,
in the south.

Now it's just a vague
dotted line.

We have a problem
with Ibn Saud.

The scoundrel.

In fact, we have two problems.

Firstly, he wants
the whole of Arabia

as a separate country
for himself.

- The bastard.
- Uh [sighs] secondly,

he wants a flexible border.

One of his tribes moving north
for the summer pastures.

There are no bloody pastures.

There's only sand.

And he wants a border...

according to the movement
of people, not territory.

East is not fly.

Who knows best about tribes?

Lineages, affiliations,
rivalries.

Who knows best about
Bedouin tribes?

And who is going to rule
over all of this?

We are talking to
potential future kings.

Who knows the candidates?

Who knows them best?

♪♪

The woman.

Gertrude.

Gertrude who?

Gertrude Bell.

A silly bitch.

It's a chattering windbag
of conceited,

gushing,
heavy-chested man-woman,

a globe-trotting,
rump-wagging, blethering ass.

♪♪

Gertrude.

- Gertrude, look at me.
- Mother, don't.

- What?
- Don't tell me how to behave.

- I'm afraid I'm going to,
anyway.

- You will smile.
- Yes, mother.

- You will not...scare the young
men with your intelligence.

- How do I do that?
I cannot play dumb.

- Just listen to what
they have to say and smile.

That will be hard.

- Gertrude...
- I love it.

♪♪

I love it.
I love it.

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

And then?

- You mean after the lion?
- Yes.

- Well, then I shot an elephant.
- Ah.

And all of this was
in the south of Sudan?

- No, my hunting party
had moved to Kenya by then.

- Oh.
- God, was that a safari.

- I would guess you didn't shoot
just one elephant.

- First a rhino...
- Mm-hmm.

- ...then a lion...
- Mm.

...and then two elephant bulls.

- Are there any elephants left
in Africa?

You meaning what, young lady?

[Women laugh,
talk indistinctly]

♪♪

Gertrude...

I would love to elope with you.

Where to?

Paris, India? [Chuckles]
The pyramids?

Out there, there's a barn.

♪♪

You mean hay?

- Nobody would notice if we left
for a few minutes.

You mean for fornication.

Quick and straight forward?

- Absolutely.
- [Scoffs]

- Like the cattle in the field?
- Absolutely.

- Arnold Runcie,
I barely know you,

- but you seem to like cows.
- Absolutely.

How many do you have?

- Near Newcastle,
I have 800 Herefordshire.

Up north, in Scotland, 2,000.

- Angus?
- Angus.

Yes.

Black, Angus.

♪♪

- Miss Bell, thank you
for the honor.

Over here, Mr. Havenhurst.

Over here to your left.

I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

[Sighs]

Dear God.

Send me an earthquake, please.

[Sighs]

I can't take it.
I can't take it any longer.

I feel so domesticated.

I-It's stifling to me.

- Oh, Gertrude, what am I
supposed to say?

I can say it.

We should never have allowed you
to go to Oxford.

- But, dear, she's one of only
four women to study history

and to graduate
with the highest honors.

- A young, unmarried woman
from a good family should not --

- Should not be allowed out on
the street without a chaperone.

- Gertrude, will you
please sit down?

- No, no, I don't want
to sit down.

- Ugh, darling, darling, darling,
I have always supported you.

I've watched you climb
sharp, high rocks.

- But let us not forget
the string of nannies

who quit
because of your willfulness.

Ah, well, so what?

- Do you remember that time
when you climbed

that tall beech tree
in the park?

And you had a very large
lamp shade on your back.

- [Chuckles]
Yes, I remember that.

Yes, you were only 5,

and you were already
reading voraciously.

And somebody stupidly showed you
Leonardo da Vinci's sketchbook.

- I remember the one
with the parachute.

- Who ever would need
a parachute?

- Everyone.
Everyone needs a parachute.

- Well, it probably hurt me
more than you

when you broke your ankle.

Ugh, though I don't like
to think about it.

It hurts me even today.

Get me out of here, please.

Please, please,
get me out of here.

India, Arabia, anywhere.

Please.

♪♪

You know...

however how much it hurts me
when you're not around

[sighs] we are going to have
to get you out of here.

Where?

What about Tehran?

The embassy.

♪♪

- I'm going to introduce Gertrude
now, Mary.

It's introduction time.

Gertrude, may I use your glass
for a moment? Thank you.

[Glass clinking]
Excellencies. Here you go.

Ladies and gentlemen,
come forward.

Come forward.
Thank you.

I'd like to introduce
Gertrude Lowthian Bell to you.

She is a brilliant
young scholar...

- Oh.
- ...and I am blessed

to call her my niece.

She is actually the daughter
of my wife Mary's sister,

and we love her.

And I'm sure you all,
will make her stay with us

a wonderful experience.

As to the return
of my dear wife, boys,

the wild life is over.
[Laughter]

No more riding on horseback
into our dining room.

No more drunken orgies on
our well-groomed British lawn.

[Laughter]

No more rescues of damsels
in distress.

And no more public display
of the wildest irreverence

towards our beloved
Queen Victoria,

who, I think
needs to spend time here,

to wean her from her grand
design of a prudish empire.

[Laughter]

- To the British Empire!
- To the British Empire!

- And to Persia, the country,
of 5,000 years of poetry.

Why is my glass empty?

Where is the champagne?

♪♪

[Laughter and applause]

♪♪

Ah.

The scents.

I can't believe it.

[Sighs]

- And the birds.
- Nightingale.

When I cry at night
into my pillow,

she always makes me feel happy.

- She? Um, I think it's only
the males that sing.

- Oh, don't spoil it.
- I'm sorry, Flo...

- Hello.
- [Chuckles]

- I'm Henry Cadogan.
I am --

- Henry is the secretary
of the Embassy.

- Actually,
I'm only the third secretary.

Miss Bell, I welcome you
to the embassy

of Her Majesty the Queen.

A prudish majesty.

[Chuckles]

- I have been
officially assigned

to be your guardian
and to entertain you,

so if there's anything you need
at all, please let me know.

I will do that.

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

Henry.

Oh, Henry, please show us
your trick shots.

- Florence, the table
isn't even free. It's...

- Please.
Please, please, please.

- No, I'm not a circus performer.
- [Chuckles]

- He has two
unbelievable trick shots.

Show us your
"Orbit of the Moon."

Florence, it's embarrassing.

- What's your second trick shot?
- The "Frog Leap."

- Mm.
Henry, show us your card trick.

He has the greatest
of card tricks.

- Really?
- Please.

- Florence,
it's a silly trick.

No.

♪♪

Come, come.

♪♪

- Miss Bell, may I suggest
at the residency,

you put your bed out
on the roof under the sky.

I do love the stars at night.

- Although, I'll have to put out
mosquito netting for you.

Ugh, the mosquitoes are awful.

- Miss Lascelle,
are we not boring you?

No.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Florence.

Florence, will you please
come over?

Now?

- The new Italian ambassador
has a present for you.

- Henry, I shall
come right back.

- [Chuckles]
- Alright.

[Sighs]

It's like "The Beast's Garden."

[Sighs]

It's a perfect nightmare
of flowers and scents.

- Mm-hmm.
- [Sighs]

♪♪

[Gasps]

Mr. Cadogan,
do you by any chance,

know what this inscription says?

Yes.

It's in Farsi,
but a medieval form of it.

♪♪

Can you read it?

Mm.

"With them, the seed of wisdom
did I sow,

and with my own hand,
labored it to grow."

- "And this was all the harvest
that I reaped.

I came like water,
and like wind I go."

Miss Bell, you know poetry?

- You know Omar Khayyam.
- Yes, I do.

♪♪

I want to learn his language.

♪♪

Mother dearest, I am using
the opportunity to send you this

with today's diplomatic pouch.

My first week has been
most precious

and I have started
to learn Farsi

in order to read the poets
in their original.

♪♪

Mr. Cadogan,
who works at the embassy,

is very helpful in this.

He is agreeable, intelligent,
well-read, looking after us,

Florence and me,
as his special property.

I like him.

He's invited us to ride
with him today.

♪♪

- But, Henry, you can't ride.
- Yes, I can.

- What if you fall?
- It happens to the best.

- You will get hurt.
I don't like you to ride.

- Why don't you join us?
- I'm afraid of horses.

- Ah.
- [Chuckles]

Bye.

♪♪

- [Sighs]
- Miss Bell,

this is my favorite place
in all of the countryside.

After the winter, when the water
level's very high, the shepherds

swim their flocks down here
for the summer pasture.

Sometimes
there are thousands of sheep,

and the shepherds
swim among them

on these inflated goat skins.

- Yes, I've seen that.
- Have you?

- In Babylonian reliefs.
- Ah.

- They were doing it
4,000 years ago.

- They're still doing it.
- It's extraordinary.

♪♪

- [Sighs]
- Sometimes I go up there.

[Gasps]

I'm a fairly good
mountain climber,

but how, for God's sake,
do you get up?

- I must confess
it's pretty easy.

You just walk around the back,
and go up.

Oh.

And why?

Why do you go there?

♪♪

I go when I'm lonely.

♪♪

I get very lonely.

♪♪

- Gertrude.
- Ah! Dear.

- [Sighs] Yes?
- A letter.

- A letter for me?
- No, for Henry.

Mr. Cadogan you mean?

Yes, Henry.

Could you please hand him
this letter?

- Why don't you give it
to him yourself?

- Oh, I cannot.
I cannot.

Why can't you?

- Gertrude, from woman to woman,
you won't say anything?

- No, I won't.
- To no one?

- Not a soul, I-I promise.

Well, since last year.

I mean, since 1 year,
2 months, and 11 days...

What?

I have had...

a passion for Henry.

What did he say to you today?
Did he mention me today?

Um...

No, we just talked
about shepherds.

So why can't you give
Mr. Cadogan your letter?

I just can't.

And sending him letters
by mail

might cause gossip
upon its arrival.

Letters?

See, I have written 202.

What is so terrible...

I can't send them.

Oh.

Sweet Florence, my darling.

You know I would
do anything for you.

But I cannot fight the battles
of your heart.

- [Crying]
- Shh.

♪♪

Father dearest,
I do not know where to begin.

The Orient is like
a prolonged dream.

I am being taken care
of wonderfully by Auntie,

and for all the rest,

Mr. Cadogan is a fine guide
and guardian.

♪♪

He takes care of Florence
and me.

He shows us lovely things
from the bazaars.

He is always there when we want
him and never when we don't.

Hurry.

[Indistinct conversations]

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Thank you for bringing us.
[Sighs]

- You see, they really eat
the heads here.

- Do they?
- Mm.

- This is a delicacy?
- Yeah.

I see.

Oh, look at the colors.

- Ah, yes.
- So pretty.

This is paprika.

You try it.

I can?

[Gasps]

- Mmm.
- [Chuckles]

How do you say "thank you"?

[All speak foreign language]

Don't you love it, Florence?

Mm.

[Breathes deeply]

Miss Bell.

I stayed up,
hoping I would see you.

- I didn't come
to play billiards.

Why did you come?

I came for your card trick.

[Chuckles]

I see.

Card trick it is.

You'll have to come over here.

Now, as you can see,
the deck is already shuffled.

The red cards and the black
cards are placed at random.

Now, this trick is fiendish...

[Chuckles]

- ...because, from this point on,
I will not touch the cards.

♪♪

You will do everything.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

You see, I am going to cast
a spell over you.

And under this spell,
without looking,

you'll be able to determine
if a card is red

or if it is black.

- Without looking at the cards?
- Mm-hmm.

♪♪

Mm, but that's impossible.

According to the laws
of probability.

- Under my spell,
the laws do not exist.

♪♪

You may begin.

♪♪

Do not turn it over.

I'm not.

What color is it?

♪♪

[Smooches] Black.

♪♪

Black.

♪♪

Red.

Black.

Red.

♪♪

Black.

Black.
Red.

Red.
Red.

- Mmmmmmmmmmm-mm!

[Chuckles]

♪♪

[Gasps]

Voilà.

♪♪

Mr. Cadogan,

you did touch the cards again,
when you turned them over.

[Chuckles]

Gertrude, you're very smart.

You're the only one
who's ever noticed that.

♪♪

- Did you just call me Gertrude,
Henry?

Yes, I did.

And did you just call me Henry?

Shh.

The walls have ears.

♪♪

How does the trick really work?

♪♪

I'm not going to tell you,

but you're very close.

Am I?

♪♪

[Wind gusting]

I love the birds here.

I come here for the birds.

♪♪

This is the Tower of Silence.

♪♪

[Panting]

♪♪

- Gertrude, you're sure you wish
to go all the way up?

Yes, I'm sure.

Yes.

There may be bones.

Maybe skulls.

Maybe vultures.

[Panting]

♪♪

What if we anger
the vultures?

♪♪

- They've probably heard us
and flown away.

As I told you,
this is where the Zoroastrians

leave their dead
to the vultures.

They consider them sacred.

♪♪

Are you scared?

I'm not afraid.

♪♪

[Insect buzzes]
Aah!

[Vulture growls]
Oh.

[Panting]

Gertrude Lowthian Bell,

I wish to kiss you.

♪♪

[Vulture screeching]

♪♪

Maybe we shouldn't do it here.

- [Vulture screeches]
- [Chuckles]

Run. Come on.

♪♪

Come on.

♪♪

Come on!

♪♪

[Both panting]

♪♪

[Panting]

♪♪

[Crying]

- Florence,
stop that moody brooding.

- Oh, Father...
- Frank.

- Please don't "Frank, Frank" me.
- She is a girl.

- My dinner table
is a no-cry zone.

- I'm sorry I gave birth
to a daughter.

You wanted a boy,
obviously.

Absolutely not.

You could've born me
a dromedary,

and I wouldn't have minded.

Now, look, darling.

There is a good side
about tears.

If you cry a lot,
you need to pee much less.

[Crying]

[Sighs]

Let's smoke a cigar together.

[Chuckles]

- Bread.
- Yeah.

A piece of bread.

- A-A loaf of bread.

Sharab wine.

A flask of wine.

And so, um...

You're doing so well.

- I am?
- Yes.

"A loaf of bread
beneath the bough.

A flask of wine,
a book of verse."

- "And Thou beside me singing
in the wilderness,

and wilderness
is paradise enow."

♪♪

- More.
- [Chuckles]

- More, more, more,
more, more more.

Right. Look at this verse.

"The bird of time
has but a little way to fly."

♪♪

- It's from Alexander the Great.
- Yeah.

That's 2,200 years
looking at you.

Is it for me?

No.

♪♪

Only half.

I had a silversmith
cut it in two.

So half is for you,
and half is for me.

♪♪

[Sighs]

- Wherever you are in the world,
and wherever I might be,

this is proof
that we belong to each other.

And if one of us dies, then
the other keeps the whole coin.

Henry.

♪♪

- Gertrude Lowthian Bell,
will you marry me?

♪♪

- Did I hear you correctly?
[Chuckles]

- Yes, marry me.
Will you marry me?

[Both chuckle]

- Shouldn't you be down
on your knees?

Oh, no.

[Both laugh]

- I did it wrong.
- [Laughing] No.

♪♪

[Sighs]

- Yes, yes.
- Yes?

Alright, will you marry me?

I will.

♪♪

Henry?

♪♪

What are you doing?

Shh.

♪♪

- How did you pass the security
guards with a ladder?

[Chuckles]

- I know how to do all the most
important things in life.

- But you could've fallen
to your death.

♪♪

- It was very important that
I solve a particular mystery.

What mystery?

Well, you see,

I love your smile.

But many a man, in love
with a woman's smile,

has made the mistake
of marrying the whole girl.

♪♪

Here's the whole girl.

♪♪

- I wonder why my father
hasn't answered me.

- Don't worry,
there's always a delay because

the mail needs to be sorted
in the foreign office in London.

- Two days ago
I sent a telegram.

- Sent a telegram?
- Mm-hmm.

From the embassy?

- So everyone knows about us?
- No.

No, I only said,
"Have you sent an answer?"

and I've heard nothing.

Nothing from him.

I'm worried.

[Sighs]

Can I help you?

Memsah,from dispatch.

I don't have a telegram,
but I noticed

that the mail room
had this letter for you.

I knew you were waiting.

I'm always here for you.

I, uh -- I would...

I w-would...

Would what?

- I would give my life
for a woman like you.

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

[Crying]

♪♪

I shall return home.
I shall speak to my father.

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

Love is lawless.

Don't go.

♪♪

- His credentials
are not impressive.

I don't care.

- Do you have any idea how little
a junior diplomat earns?

- I could live in a tent,
a tent with the man I love.

- Look, what I have found out
about him

and what you
probably do not know --

- I know everything.
- What you probably do not know

is the man is a gambler.

He's accumulated
significant debts.

- But you had an enormous --
an enormous debt.

When you started
your steel mill, you did.

- My answer remains, no.
- Why?

- I will not give my consent
to this -- this childish plan.

♪♪

The nightingale with drops
of his heart's blood,

had nourished the red rose.

♪♪

Then came the wind.

♪♪

And catching at the boughs
in envious mood,

100 thorns
about his heart entwined.

♪♪

- This just arrived by
diplomatic pouch from Tehran.

It says that the coin,

and the clothes of Mr. --
Mr. Henry Cadogan,

were found neatly arranged
on a rock, by the Lar River.

[Crying]

- Cadogan's body was found
the following day

at the bottom of a --
of a cliff

on the opposite side
of the river.

The embassy regrets to inform
you of this tragic accident.

[Sniffles]

It was no accident.

[Sighs]

- There's also a short note
from Cadogan,

which I hesitate
to give to you.

[Sighs]

- Gertrude,
I'll leave you now.

[Door opens, closes]

- Eternal love does keep
in his complacent arms

the earth, the air,
the deep.

♪♪

[Sighs]

[Crying]

♪♪

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

- Light of mine eyes,
and harvest of my heart,

and mine at last
in changeless memory.

Ah, when he found it easy
to depart,

he left the harder
pilgrimage to me.

Oh, camel-driver though
the cordage start,

for God's sake help me
lift the fallen load,

and pity be my comrade
of the road.

♪♪

My face is seamed with dust,
mine eyes are wet,

of dust and tears
the turquoise firmament,

kneadeth the bricks
for joy's abode.

And yet, I had not castled,
and the time is gone.

♪♪

What shall I play?

Upon the checkered floor
of night and day,

Death won the game.

♪♪

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

- For the first time in my life,
I know who I am.

My heart belongs to no one now
but the desert.

♪♪

- Uh, for years really.
- Years?

- Mm-hmm.

- But why venturing out
in the desert,

a woman alone,
in times of war?

- Have you ever experienced
the desert?

- What has that
got to do with it?

- What I would like to know
is this -- what brings you here?

Why do you leave England
for good, as you say?

- Well, to be honest, I do
not fully understood myself,

but I did have
my moment of epiphany.

- Miss Bell,
allow me to be candid.

This sounds pathetic.

[Both chuckle]

And what are your intentions?

- My intentions
are to move out there

and do some
archeological research.

Study the Bedouins.

The Bedouins? [Scoffs]

Heavens.

This is not going to happen.

- May I remind you, they are
under Turkish administration.

- You going to ask
for their permit?

- No, and I'm not going to ask
for your permit, either.

Do not forget one thing.

Do not forget that soon we
intend to inherit their empire,

and I do not want trouble,

I do not want trouble
for our ongoing efforts.

You will not stir up
confrontations with Turkey

because of the Bedouins.

They are feuding
amongst themselves.

Now, this little venture
of yours is counterproductive,

and it is dangerous.

You have no power to stop me.

You will not leave.

Yes, I will.

I have already been out there,
and I'm going back.

Good day, gentlemen.

- Miss Bell, even if it costs me
to let the Turkish authorities

know about your plans,
they will intercept you.

This silly business of yours
is not going to happen.

♪♪

[Dromedary grunting]

♪♪

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

- Fattuh.
- Yes, Miss Bell?

- Do you and the rest of the men
know that we may --

we may all be arrested?

I'm prepared.

Even for that?

Fattuh is always prepared.

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

- You are under arrest.
All of you are under arrest.

- Lieutenant, is there something
I can help you with?

- Who allowed you to leave
in the middle of the night,

without a permit
by the authorities?

- Effendi, there must be
some misunderstand--

We dohave a permit.

- You, who are you?
- I'm Fattuh,

the servant of Miss Bell.

- Miss Gertrude Bell,
I know who you are.

Do you have any weapons?

Uh, no.

No, we do not.

- This document
comes directly --

- It comes directly
from Istanbul.

Directly from the ministry.

Miss Bell, I am so sorry.

I had a cable from
our headquarters in Amman --

- Yes, well, Amman probably
just wasn't notified

by your government.

The ways of bureaucracy
are labyrinthine.

It's always the same,
even in London,

at our Foreign Office, so...

- Is that so?
- Yes, yes.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Your horses look like
they need some water.

Would you like to share
a moment with us?

[Indistinct conversations]

Where did you get the permit?

- I know the scribe at
the main mosque in Amman.

He can forge anything
for a good bakchich.

Fattuh.

Lieutenant,
did you, uh --

did you come from the garrison
at the railway?

- Yes, lady.
- Mm.

And how many cavalry
are stationed there?

About 60.

But the numbers are dwindling.

We were 100 in April.

- Artillery?
- All gone.

I should not tell you that.

- Oh, I'm just a traveler
and a scientist.

Everyone knows that the -- that
the forces of the Ottoman Empire

are somewhat overstretched.

Besides, it's all officially
in the papers.

- But my outpost
is not in the papers.

- Lieutenant, I would like
to offer you a photograph.

- You are very kind, Lady Bell.
- You and your men.

- Do you accept?
- Yeah, I'd like to.

[Chuckles]

And because I do not wish
to carry a military secret,

I am going to give you
the exposed negative.

You can have it
developed in Amman.

Thank you.

- I would say
right in the middle.

Yes.

Ah, the light is beautiful.

Over here.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Superb.

♪♪

- Come.
Drink, drink, drink.

[Whistles]

[Indistinct talking]

♪♪

[Speaking native language]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- Dear diary,
we have reached an oasis

that is something
from a Bedouin fable.

The solitude of the desert
gives me consolation

in my own solitude.

♪♪

Fattuh asked me why I always
request two glasses of tea.

Should I tell him this is for
the man who lives in my heart?

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

[Sighs]

Day in, day out,
we keep moving ahead,

and setting up camp
is the same familiar routine.

But the deeper we immerse
ourselves into the desert,

the more everything
seems like a dream.

Some days we move across terrain
that is almost impassable,

over hard crusts of salt, like
shards of broken porcelain.

♪♪

Often I don't follow any map,

but merely go
where my curiosity leads me.

♪♪

East of the Dead Sea,

I explored the hidden gorge
of Wadi Mujib.

I never expected to find water
so fresh in the desert.

♪♪

The deeper I penetrate
this mysterious labyrinth,

the more I become
known to myself.

♪♪

Near the end of the gorge,
Fattuh found something curious.

It turned out to be
a Neolithic spearhead,

at least 10,000 years old.

♪♪

I speculated
that in prehistoric times,

there must have been war here,

and that this must have been
a very defensible place.

But Fattuh said,
"This cannot be."

At such an early time,
the world was paradise.

and paradise is meant
to come upon us again

if we live a righteous life,
as foretold by the Prophet.

Paradise has no time,
no age, no dwelling place.

It awaits us.

♪♪

This made me eager
to go deeper into archeology.

Not far from the gorge
is the British excavation site

of Petra.

♪♪

It was a hard day's travel

because of the arrival
of early rain.

♪♪

Greetings.

Welcome, Miss Bell.

Welcome to our home.

I'm Campbell Thompson,

and This is my colleague,
T.E. Lawrence.

- And what does "T.E."
stand for?

- Uh, T.E. stands for
Thomas Edward.

I despise both names.
They're an abomination.

- Ah.
- Please just call me Lawrence.

Will do, Lawrence.

We knew you were coming.

- Really?
We didn't send messengers.

- A myriad stars see you
at night,

and during the day, the rustling
sand announced your footsteps.

- Sorry, um,
he's always like this.

[Thunder rumbling]

- And what's a schoolboy like you
doing out here, Lawrence?

- Ah, this particular schoolboy
has a PhD in archeology.

- Thompson, I --

I have a PhD in medieval
pottery shards,

and it follows me around
like the wafting

of an old spinster's fart.

How I long to be rid of it.

- [Chuckles]
- Shall we?

[Sighs]

This place is a dump.

Everything's been moved
by grave robbers

over and over again.

We're simply stuck here.

- Lawrence is dreaming of
great treasures, hoards of gold.

[Sighs] At least...

Lord Almighty, give us a library
of Babylonian clay tablets

the likes the Germans
have excavated in Mesopotamia.

- Our excavation methods
are no match for theirs.

- This is true,
Gertrude, darling.

"Darling."

- You know, I made a big mistake,
wearing this belt here.

- This kind of belt
is only worn by bachelors.

And?

- And, the local
excavation workers

have been trying to find me
a wife.

Imagine, a wife for me.
How horrible. [Chuckles]

But they heard of your arrival,
and an instant rumor spread

that you are my bride,
sent from England.

[Chuckles]

I'm not sure the right man
for you has been born yet.

- To me, the Ottoman Empire
can't last much longer,

I mean, it looks like
the Roman Empire

shortly before its collapse.

- What do you think's
gonna happen?

Chaos.

Chaos and war.

- But the British Empire
will take over

- and fill the void of power.
- No, I beg to differ.

I mean, I believe that,
what with the Arabs,

a spirit of nationhood
will emerge.

They are the future.

Um, perhaps, but...

any meaningful change
may take centuries to launch.

- It will happen
in our lifetime --

Enough. Enough politics.

- Decades.
- We are archaeologists.

So far, I'm only a traveler.

Well, then, to the travelers.

And to those who
dig up mysteries

from under the surface.

I'm sorry we have no glasses.

You know what, Gertrude?

Regardless of what anyone says,

under the benign,
soft glow of a campfire,

with good scotch in your fist,
make a terrific bride.

[Laughs]

[Dromedaries roaring]

Gertie.

You had breakfast yet?

Got a hangover.

- Oh, I've got
a Roman Empire-size headache.

- What a shame that we do not
have Rome set on fire,

Nero singing to us live
and bemoaning the conflagration

he himself started
just to get into the right mood.

- Those were the good old days.
- Lawrence, keep it down.

- [Sighs]
- Gertie, you can't leave.

The local women might try
to wed me off again.

- Do you want me to kiss you
in front of everyone?

- Absolutely.
- [Chuckles]

- My kiss...
My kiss shall liberate you.

Oh, wonderful.

♪♪

Gertie, would you please
notmarry me?

[Chuckles] Absolutely.

[Sighs]

♪♪

Please, do come in.

Miss Bell, the consul.

Miss Bell, welcome.

- Welcome back.
- Hm.

- Before we talk business,
allow me to congratulate you

on your feat of alluding
the Turkish authorities.

- Well, I had a permit,
if you know what I mean.

Oh, how did you forge it?

[Chuckles] Wasn't me.

It was a scribe
from the Great Mosque,

one of the finest.

Yes, it was my servant
who contacted him.

Well, I'm sure if you ever
needed a document,

- we could arrange --
- Ah, the British Empire

has no need
for such petty tricks.

- No.
- Except for printing

millions
of counterfeit deutsche marks

and Turkish piastres in order
to undermine their economies.

- [Chuckles]
- Please, take a seat.

[Sighs] Well...

- I'm here to inform you
of my plans to travel

to the Jabal Druze.

You can't be serious.

Yes, I most certainly am.

- No one has traveled
to the Druze in decades.

So it's about time.

- No British soldier
will accompany you, Miss Bell.

It would mean a provocation
for the Druze people.

- I myself as a soldier --
- Major.

Major of the Royal
Welsh Fusiliers.

- Miss Bell,
we seem to know

quite a lot
about each other already.

- Major,
I'm here to ask you

for what you're already
so graciously volunteering.

Even if you do not hear from me
for several months

pay no attention
and send no one.

- The Druze will take you
for a spy.

Yes, well, maybe I am.

Maybe I am a spy,
but I am a spy for no one.

No one but myself.

I am the consul's wife.

- Yes.
- Don't be so formal, dear.

Miss Bell, this is Judith.

- Welcome.
- I, uh, brought you a present.

One for each of you.

Oh, this is very kind.

- Oh, it's just something
I found in a souk.

- What do I do with it?
- Well, it's just beautiful.

They show the rank of a sheik
my love,

so don't use them
in the kitchen for your onions.

[Laughter]

Come.

But the Druze
are fiercely independent.

And more than anything,
anti-Turkish.

In fact, they're the only people
ever to have defeated the Turks.

- And this is what makes them
so interesting.

Besides, their faith
incorporates Christian, Gnostic,

Neoplatonic tenets which overlay
their Islamic beliefs.

- Please, let's not talk about
Plato.

Would you like some
more of the couscous?

- We're not talking about
Plato, my love.

We are talking about
a very grave danger

Miss Bell will face.

Will all be worthwhile.

Be careful.

The Druze do not play the game
as it should be played.

They go out to slay,
and they spare no one.

While they have enough
dry powder in their flasks,

and strength
to pull the trigger,

they kill every man, woman
and child they encounter.

How awful.

I want you to have them.

♪♪

No.

No, it's too much.

Dear...

have you not said
on several occasions

that you would never
give these pistols away?

♪♪

Well...

and now they are given away.

Miss Bell, for you.

♪♪

For me?

♪♪

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

- We are traveling across the
vast expanse of Bedouin lands,

and my eyes are opening
to the complexity

of tribal relations here.

Fattuh has been my gracious
teacher in all of this.

He says that the most
volatile conflict

is between the Druze,
and the Beni Sakhr.

♪♪

- My worry is -- is Omar,
Miss Bell.

♪♪

- [Sighs] Yes, I only found out
this morning

that he was Beni Sakhr.

♪♪

Should we leave him behind?

- Well, there's no mercy
between Druze and Beni Sakhr.

If two of them meet,
only one survives.

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

Alright.

♪♪

Lady Bell.

Yes?

- I realize that the Druze
would recognize Omar

as a Beni Sakhr
by his accent.

- Ah,
I did not think about that.

What do we do?

Ask Omar.

- Omar, should I send you
back before it's too late?

[Speaking indistinctly]

- Omar suddenly became
a deaf-mute.

When?

An hour ago.

[Chuckles]

[Men shouting, gunfire]

[Speaks native language]

You are my prisoners.
You will die.

- All of you.
- If I die,

it shall be
at the hands of your sheikh.

Where is your sheikh?
Take me to him.

- Miss Bell, you're wounded.
- It's nothing.

Nothing.
Take me to your sheikh now.

Now!

- A woman passes through the
entrance at the women's side.

This woman is joining the men.

Sit down.

Sit down, woman.

Please.

Who are you
to dare to come here?

I am Gertrude Bell,

and I am a subject
of the British Empire.

- Thank the Almighty
that you're not German.

Have a seat, please.

- I thank him every day
that I am not.

[Sighs]

Are you a spy?

No.

I am a writer.

I write about the beauty
of the land and its people.

So you're a poet.

In a way, but in fact,
I-I do not describe what I see.

I-I [sighs]
I just name its beauty.

More in the vein of the --

the Roman poet Virgil.

Who is an Aeneid.

Yes.

I'm so sorry, but how does
the sheikh

of the Druze know about Virgil?

- I have traveled --
incognito.

[Both chuckle]
I've been to Damascus,

to Beirut, to Paris,
Les Champs-Elysées,

avenue du monde,
Baudelaire,

Et ses "Fleurs du mal."
Rimbaud.

[Both chuckle]

You're right. This poet
never describes anything.

He just names the glory
of the trees, the beehives,

and the life in the country.

He's like our poets.

This is true.

[Exhales sharply]

May I ask in one
of my trusted men?

Please do.

- Fattuh, would you fetch me
my wooden case?

- Miss Bell, I hope my men
didn't hurt you.

- They did, but it is
a small wound.

It is what we call, um,
merely a graze.

- Forgive them.
They know no better.

I'm sorry.

I want like to give you a gift.

It is something very precious
to me, and it was given to me.

And now, now it is yours.

Oh.

Exquisite.

Stay as my guest.

You are under the protection
of our hospitality.

[Sighs]

♪♪

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

[Indistinct talking]

[Laughs]

♪♪

Good to have you back.

- A noble bare wound
but alive.

Please, it's nothing.

Nothing.

But I have to
admit something,

I -- I gave away
your pistols.

- They were not mine.
They were yours.

No, but you gave them to me.

They were ornamental anyway.

And, finally,
finally, they became useful.

Assumed a purpose.

I'm sorry.

- Miss Bell, will you
please be quiet?

Finally, something happened.

- [Chuckles]
- Bullets.

[Both chuckle]

- Now I have a new plan.
I want to go to Hayil.

- But it is the middle
of the Arabian desert.

It is the forbidden zone.

- Yes and we have only
a few reports from --

from some travelers
in the 1850s.

Why for God's sake Hayil?

- Because it is the secret
epicenter of the Arab world,

and I want to meet
the Emir Ibn Rashid.

He is important.

He is the leader of Arabia.

- Well, who will be with you?
- Fattuh.

And my men.

What?
I trust them.

♪♪

You've arrived too early.

- You want me to come back later?
- No.

No, no, no.

- What's going on?
- This stallion is for you.

For me?

- Well, you'll need
the best horse in Arabia.

- [Chuckles]
But you're painting it.

Never seen anything like it.

Well...

- Well, what?
- I have to make a confession.

[Chuckles]

I stole him for you.

You stole this horse for me?

See what he can do.

- Hut, hut, hut,
hut, hut, hut,

hut, hut, hut, hut, hut.

[Chuckles]

Bravo.

Bravo, Salhadin.
Bravo, Salhadin.

Bravo.

I didn't exactly steal him,
you understand.

It was more
an act of expropriation.

- Where?
From whom?

From the Turkish authorities.

From the enemy, so to speak.

How?

- Well, there were two things
I did.

I paid off an editor
of a local newspaper

to write about a disease
spreading amongst the horses.

Then I took on false
credentials as a vet,

I went straight
to the Turkish garrison,

I inspected the horses,

this stallion here of course
had to be removed immediately,

and I put him
straight into quarantine.

[Chuckles]

So His Excellency,
the British consul,

- Richard Doughty-Wylie --
- Has stolen a horse for you.

[Sighs]

- Can you leave us?
Thank you.

Ah, Miss Bell.

I have summoned you,
and I felt --

No one summons me.

I have, um, invited you.

- That sounds vaguely better.
- Yes.

Well, let's get straight at it
then, shall we?

You ventured out, and I felt
not inclined to support this.

To put it mildly.

With the size and momentum of
the Great War that is gaining,

it would be of considerable
value for our country

if you could make
your curiosity more...

systematic.

Meaning what?

- You would be our only spy
in a vast area

we have little intelligence
about.

In short...no.

A blunt no.

Correct. A blunt no.

I operate for no one.

- What is it then that attracts
you to the Bedouin out there?

- It is something that you
and your world

would never understand.

It's their freedom.

It's their dignity.

It's their poetry of life.

Have a good day.

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

[Moans]

Mr. Wylie.

Richard.

Please say Richard.

Richard...

[Sighs]

I'm not ready, uh...

♪♪

I would never be with...

Would never what?

♪♪

I would never be
with a man again.

♪♪

Because I, uh...

I lost a man.

- Lost?
- Yes.

I'm -- I'm a widow.

[Sighs]

- A widow?
- Yes.

No, no, I, uh...

♪♪

Uh, sort of.

[Sighs]

♪♪

- Well, what a clumsy fool
I've been.

No, it's, uh...

♪♪

Will you forgive me?

Of course.

♪♪

[Chuckles]

Well...

♪♪

[Chuckles]

[Indistinct conversations]

- [Chuckles]
- What else do we need?

- Uh, quinine, iodine,
and antidote against scorpions.

No, scorpions, no.

We will be watchful.

No Bedouin has ever been stung,
am I right?

Yes, yes ma'am.

As you wish.

This market has everything
we need.

Mosquito net, a folding bed,
a canvas bathtub.

We need this.

Well, the lady has a good eye.

Assure you they are the best.

- I have confession to make.
- A confession?

Yes.

As wonderful as the horse was,
it would never have made it

in the dunes
of the Necru desert.

Yes, and what did you do?

I traded it.

- Well, Fattuh traded it
in the marketplace.

For four of the very best
dromedaries.

- [Chuckles]
- There they are.

- [Laughs]
- I'm sorry.

Gertrude, don't leave.

Not now.

Richard, I have no choice.

My heart is not ready.

I can feel that.

Stay for just
a few more weeks.

No, it's late December.

Very soon, the desert
won't be passable.

- I'm am longing for you.
- Please do not say that.

Do not say these things.

- Well, it will be
very lonely without you.

You have a wife.

- It is the most
unbearable loneliness

to be married unhappily.

- This comes at me
from nowhere.

Nowhere, Richard.

Besides, I could never
fully be yours.

You are a married man.

I must settle everything.

Will you write to me?

♪♪

- Yes I'll write you
from every --

every post office
in the desert.

[Laughs]

- [Sighs]
- I will keep a diary for you.

♪♪

The wind is shouting.

Shouting what?

- The wind is shouting
of sand...

and shouting storm.

♪♪

[Dromedary grunting]

♪♪

[Dromedaries grunting]

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

- Can the lady show me
how to do it?

To cook an egg?

The desert knows no eggs.

The desert knows no hens.

- [Sighs]
You boil it for 5 minutes.

The desert knows no minutes.

The length of a prayer.

Oh, ever present.

[Sighs]

♪♪

Richard...

I am trying to keep you out of
my thoughts, but it is strange.

You are on my mind
in every step of the desert.

My cook does not have
a notion of time.

He has never boiled an egg.

Already I have dropped back
into the desert

as if it were my own place.

Silence and solitude fall around
me like an impenetrable veil.

Sleep more profound than
civilization contrives,

and then,
the roadless desert, again.

♪♪

- Before the tribal wars,
this place was alive.

Now they're only ghosts here.

♪♪

What is this?

♪♪

How is this possible?

♪♪

These are from the consul.

- The consul's messenger must
have been riding day and night.

♪♪

We shall stay here tonight.

♪♪

- My beloved, the desert has you,
and my heart is with you.

If I was free
and a very perfect night,

it would be more fitting
to take you and kiss you.

God seems to have joined us
for some divine moment.

♪♪

Ah, the ecstasy.

We might reach it again,
on an outpost of time.

♪♪

[Sighs] I can't sleep.

I can't sleep.

It is 1:00 in the morning.

You and you and you are
between me and any rest.

You once called me life.

And fire.

I flame, and I'm consumed.

There is a voice in me
I try to chase away.

It says, "Before all other
world, claim me and take me."

[Sighs]

And yet...

♪♪

Mm.

♪♪

- Richard, I doubt
there is anyone in the world

so happy as I am now.

You were baptized of the desert,

and there is no another
salvation for you.

♪♪

When we are on the move,
I feel, everything is behind us.

Only our shadows follow, as if
to remind us of our past lives.

♪♪

[Men shouting indistinctly]

[Horse neighs,
dromedaries grunting]

[Men shouting indistinctly]

♪♪

♪♪

- The lady is bold,
as bold as any Bedouin man.

- Is your destination Hayil?
- It is.

I want to meet Ibn Rashid.

- We have to talk a lot
about Ibn Rashid.

He has powerful enemies.

Ibn Saud?

Yes, and many others.

You will not find him
in Hayil.

Where is he?

He's at war in the south.

- I thought he was at peace
with Yunnan Ze.

Not any longer.

Beware of Hayil.

There is a lot of murdering
going on.

- For me?
- Yep.

♪♪

- Sheik Harb, you've shown me
such gracious hospitality.

And you have entertained me
with wonderful desert stories.

Every Bedouin is a storyteller.

[Chuckles]

But you have also given me
insight into the tribes,

and insight
into the affairs of Hayil.

And for that,
I want to thank you.

I would like to give you these.

These are my binoculars.

I can see clearly now,
so I do not need them.

These are a gift.

I have become a-a desert
traveler who is very rich.

Thank you.

And my guide, Hammet,
will be your escort.

No harm will be done to you
on your way.

But once in Hayil,
no one gets out.

Inshallah.We want to see you
again -- alive.

Inshallah.

[Sighs]

You can see very far.

Oh.

[Chuckles]

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

[Dromedary roaring]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- Slaves. I don't know
exactly what this means.

But it's an insult, I'm sure.

Only the woman.

Men must stay behind.

Only the woman is invited here.

♪♪

[Door closes]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Door rattling]

[Groans, sighs]

♪♪

[Singing in native language]

♪♪

- I am Fatima,
the aunt of the emir.

This is Turkiyyeh,
who will entertain you.

Welcome to Hayil.

You must be the Lady
of the Desert.

Rumor has been faster
than your camels.

I'm Gertrude Bell.

But who has sent you?

No one.

No, I'm here on my own.

On your own?

I know the world.

I come from Istanbul.

The Sultan sent me as a gift
to Emir Rashid.

What are your plans?

- I would like to meet
Ibn Rashid.

♪♪

- Emir Rashid has been driven
out of Hayil.

His women followed him.

And all his Shuma tribesmen.

But he left me behind.

♪♪

- He was a guest of the Emir?
- Yes.

The Emmy Harrud, six years ago.

What happened?

- This palace is
full of conspiracies.

Full of murder.

What happened to the Emir?

He was assassinated.

And his successor was murdered.

And his successor, as well,
all within a few years.

♪♪

The Eunuchs were killed
with them,

and the entire harem was passed
from man to man to man.

♪♪

Who is the ruling Emir now?

- There was hardly anyone left
in his family.

So he's young.

He's raiding in the north.

Fatima, his aunt,
is the true ruler.

She is the real Emir.

[Gasps]

♪♪

It's beautiful.

♪♪

I have been a prisoner here
for three weeks now.

- [Sighs]
- You are not a prisoner.

Your men are taken care of well.

You are only requested to stay
until the Emir decides.

Decides what?

- If it would be good
to have you here.

For what?

- My wish is to keep you here,
in the harem of the Emir.

He would be delighted.

- [Sighs] Fatima,
that is not my wish.

When does he get back?

Do you know?

♪♪

[Shouting in distance]

♪♪

[Chanting in native language]

♪♪

- I'm delighted
to greet my guest.

- He means,
"I am delighted

to greet my wife
into my harem."

Yes, my wife.

Emir...

it is an honor to meet you.

However,
I am already married,

I'm a member of
the British Consul's harem,

and this would cause a problem

for both the man
and his country.

I was told otherwise.

♪♪

- "No man ever touches
a married woman"...

♪♪

...the Prophet, peace be
upon him, has taught us.

♪♪

Dear Richard, it's clear
from what I've seen

that the house of Rashid
is moving towards its demise.

It now appears that, Ibn Saud's
star is in the ascendant,

and that the future
of Central Arabia lies with him,

not the people of Hayil.

I shall communicate this
to the British Arab Bureau.

♪♪

The explorations that I have
undertaken these past years,

the terrain and its people,
of tribal life and government

have culminated
in a unique picture,

one that only I can paint.

♪♪

As for myself, I sense that
long years of preparation,

preparation for what
I do not know,

have ended, and a new destiny
is unfolding before me.

♪♪

I have only now
to return to you.

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

Let's find somewhere quiet.

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

I've read your diary.

♪♪

It was meant for you.

The world is changing.

♪♪

- While I was in the desert,
the war turned

into a worldwide war, and I --
I didn't even notice.

All of Europe now.

♪♪

Russia, Japan...

♪♪

...and America now.

They will have their say, too.

♪♪

Gertrude, there's something
that I want to tell you.

♪♪

I have reenlisted
for active service.

♪♪

I expected it.

♪♪

The moment I'm back from war,

I shall put everything
in order with Judith.

♪♪

And I shall be free.

♪♪

I'd rather put a bullet in my
head than live without you.

♪♪

[Sighs]

Why do you say that?

♪♪

Gertrude...

♪♪

...there is something
you should know.

Judith has been making
ominous remarks about...

♪♪

...about committing suicide
if I should try to divorce her.

[Sighs, sniffles]

I see.

I do not believe it, but...

♪♪

Love is a tyrant, sparing none.

♪♪

- Gertie.
- Mm.

Oriental secretary.

Congratulations.

It's as if they invented
the post for you.

- Signature, please.
- Yes.

- All this is your staff?
- It is.

Thank you.

- But you have become
senior advisor, Lawrence.

You've morphed
into a political animal.

- Technically, I'm under you,
but...

What?

- There are no other men like me,
and no other women

- like you, either, of course.
- Oh.

- You've become
some kind of queen.

- No, just a woman
who misses her man.

- Oh, you mean your officer who
joined in the glories of war?

Yes, I do.

♪♪

- Miss Bell, could you nudge
a little bit closer, please?

- We'd like to get
the Giza Pyramids in the frame.

- Mr. Churchill.
Still, please.

Mr. Churchill, what are you

expecting from the conference?

- Boys, let's face it --

a new order
of the Arab World.

- Mr. Churchill, with this new
emphasis on the Middle East,

where does that leave off policy
towards British India?

- [Sighs] Churchill is trying
to sell this

as an achievement
of the British Empire.

- [Sighs] What else is it?
- Come on, Lawrence.

We are not leading them
to autonomy,

it's the Arab nations
who are awakening.

This is their achievement.

Yes, of course.

[Sighs]

- The Lions
of the British Empire.

- Mr. Lawrence, over this way
please, with the pyramids

in the background,
for the photographers.

- Gentlemen.
You're having a shot.

A little to the left, sir.
Gentlemen.

It's a marvelous picture, sir.

Hold tight, Mr. Lawrence.

- Gentlemen,
are we getting this camp?

The shot is marvelous.

[Dromedaries groaning]

- Mr. Lawrence. Mister Lawrence.
- [Grunts]

- Mr. Churchill. Marvelous.
Boys, are you getting this?

One more like that, please,
Mr. Churchill.

My cigar.

My cigar went out.

This is the end of the world.

Wonderful, Mr. Churchill.

You're all looking fabulous.

Simply splendid.

- 4,000 years of history
are looking upon you.

Oh, Lawrence, shut up.

Napoleon
said that before you.

- Yes, all together now.
Excellent.

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Sighs]

- [Chuckles]
Listen to you.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Sighs]

- Our losses at Gallipoli
are staggering,

and the Australian
expedition force

has lost 30,000 men
in one single day.

General, this is classified.

I don't care.

By tomorrow, the whole world
will shout it from its window.

- Doughty-Wylie, who led
the assault,

has already been awarded
the, uh, Victoria Cross.

Did you say Richard?

Richard Doughty-Wylie?

Royal Welsh Fusiliers.

- But the Victoria Cross
is only for fallen heroes.

Correct.

We're told he was seeking death
in combat.

I think he was having problems
with his wife.

[Indistinct conversations]

Yes.

[Glass shatters,
conversations stop]

[Breathing heavily]

Excuse me.
Thank you. Thank you.

[Speaks native language]

- Fattuh,
what would I do without you?

- I shall follow the lady
to the end of the world.

♪♪

- Dear diary, in the afflictions
of my heart,

I am turning to you.

It is as if my life has ended,

as if love
was not meant for me,

and only the great task I have
shouldered keeps me going.

♪♪

Cairo has became one of
the centers of the world again,

and I'm starting a new life,
the life of a politician.

♪♪

- Gertrude, Prince Faisal has
requested a meeting with you.

He seems to be everywhere.

And how does the third son
of Sharif Hussein

deal with his brothers?

- His brothers are only
interested in horse racing.

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

- Gertrude, we have to play
their game.

Faisal is shrewd,
he's cunning, he's ruthless.

- But he seems to be the right
one for this time in history.

- I mean, let's be sincere --
- It's dangerous to be sincere,

unless you're also stupid.

♪♪

- [Sighs] England needs
to get out its colonies

sooner rather than later.

♪♪

- I tremble for my country
when I reflect that God is just.

♪♪

[Gunshot, men shouting]

♪♪

[Applause]

My brother Faisal and I,

have read your memorandum
on the Arab war.

Congratulations.

You do express our feelings.

- No one in the Western world
knows the heart

of the Bedouin
better than you.

- The Bedouins call you
[speaks native language]

"the noble lady."

Oh.

I am honored.

- And we agree with those
who call you

"the mother of the faithful,"

a title given to the wife
of the Prophet, peace upon him.

- In the face of two direct
descendants of the Prophet

and in the face
of the people of the desert,

I am not worthy of that honor.

Your falcons, your falcons
are worthy of kings.

You will soon be kings.

♪♪

Over whom?

♪♪

Over the people I love.

♪♪

- What makes an English woman
love us so much?

♪♪

- I have a trusted man,
from Homs.

♪♪

He has, uh...

Well, he has saved my life,
many, many times in the desert,

and he has an old mother,

and when she speaks to him --
she has five sons -- she says,

"Fattuh...

"Fattuh, whom I entrust
to bury me."

And then she speaks
of the weather,

she speaks of the garden,

and for that alone,
for him,

you will always have my heart.

♪♪

And now, with your permission,
I will leave.

♪♪

Go in peace.

♪♪

- How could she know
that we will be kings?

She is the maker of kings.

- She is the uncrowned
queen of the desert.

♪♪

[Singing in native language]

♪♪