In the Arab city of Cordova, there were two miles of public lighting in the streets when London was a village...
Yes, you were great.
...nine centuries ago...
Time to be great again, my Lord.
...which is why my father made this war upon the Turks. My father, Mr. Lawrence, not the English. Now my father is old. And I, I long for the vanished gardens of Cordova. However, before the gardens must come fighting.
[Ali shoots Tafas dead while riding his camel. He stops his camel and jumps down to examine Tafas' body]
He is dead.
Yes... why?
This is my well. [mentioning the well Lawrence and Tafas are resting at]
I have drunk from it.
You are welcome.
He was my friend.
That? [mentioning Tafas]
Yes, that.
[Ali walks towards Lawrence and grabs Tafas' revolver lying on the sand]
Yours?
No, his.
[Ali tucks the revolver into his waist and walks towards the well]
His? [mentioning the tin cup near the well]
Mine.
Then I will use it. [pulls some water out of well]
... your friend... was a Hazimi of the Beni Salem.
I know.
[Ali salutes Lawrence and drinks his water]
I am Ali ibn el Kharish.
I have heard of you.
So... What was a Hazimi doing here?
He was taking me to help Prince Feisal.
You've been sent from Cairo?
Yes.
I have been in Cairo for my schooling. I can both read and write... my Lord Feisal already has an Englishman.
Yes.
What is your name?
My name is for my friend. [Ali walks away] None of my friends is a murderer.
You are angry, English. [Ali climbs his camel] He was nothing. The well is everything... The Hazimi may not drink at our wells. He knew that... Salaam.
