:09:01
No, I can't claim to have known him.
:09:03
I had the honour to shake his hand
in Damascus.
:09:06
Knew him? I never knew him.
:09:08
He had some minor function
on my staff in Cairo.
:09:30
Michael George Hartley...
:09:32
...this is a nasty, dark little room.
:09:35
That's right.
:09:36
We are not happy in it.
:09:39
I am. It's better than
a nasty, dark little trench.
:09:42
-Then you're a big noble fellow.
-That's right.
:09:47
Here is William Potter
with my newspaper.
:09:51
-Here you are, Tosh.
-Thanks.
:09:55
Would you care for one of
Corporal Hartley's cigarettes?
:10:00
-Is it there?
-Of course.
:10:02
Headlines.
:10:04
But I bet it isn't mentioned
in the Times.
:10:08
" Bedouin tribes attack
Turkish stronghold."
:10:13
I bet that no one in this
headquarters even knows it happened.
:10:17
Or would care if it did.
Allow me to ignite your cigarette.
:10:23
-Mr. Lawrence?
-Yes.
:10:25
-Flimsy, sir.
-Thank you.
:10:34
You'll do that once too often.
It's only flesh and blood.
:10:37
Michael George Hartley,
you're a philosopher.
:10:40
And you're balmy!
:10:55
-It damn well hurts!
-Certainly, it hurts.
:10:59
What's the trick, then?