Passion in the Desert (1997) Movie Script
Help.
Augustin!
Venture!
Courage, citizen!
How much further is it?
Just what I said to you.
We made good time too.
Oh!
-The Temple of Bastet.
-No.
But real food and wine, Venture.
Good French wine.
Captain Augustin Robert.
Report, Captain.
to escort the artist,
Citizen Venture, to--
Oh, where have you got to now,
you slippery old goat?
Four days there,
one day sketching.
In about nine days,
we should be back in Cairo.
And...
The nose! Stop!
-The nose, seven.
-Seven.
Down. Down.
Left. Left.
Left again.
There.
Ear is...
between eight and nine.
Eight or nine?
Forty centuries, you donkey!
What are they doing?
No!
Venture, look out!
No!
What do they have
against beauty?
And built by slaves
for aristocrats...
like yourself,
Citizen Venture.
Philistine!
Bonaparte will have your hide
if anything happens
to his precious artist.
Nothing will happen to Venture.
We have Allah on our side.
Venture dresses like our enemy,
he talks like our enemy,
so should he not be
with our enemy?
Shall we tell stories...
or sleep?
May I sit down?
What was that?
Hyena.
What is out here?
Jinns.
Jinns?
Spirits that can inhabit a rock,
a tree, an animal.
Lizards...
that blind you with a look.
Chimera.
Giant birds...
that outrun a horse.
Snakes.
Snakes that fly.
All Jinns can take
a human shape.
The only thing
the fearless Bedouin fear.
Birds that can outrun a horse?
Snakes that fly?
Lies and superstitions...
blinding the people.
Lies? Superstitions?
No! Taboos.
Bad luck.
Like shooting that Sphinx!
Oh! Attack!
Attack! Attack!
Attack!
To arms! To arms!
Wake up! Get up! Get up!
Attack!
Wheel around, wheel around!
Wait for it!
Come on, form a line!
Fire!
Fire!
Get down!
Venture!
What are you doing?
I want my shot back.
Venture!
You soldiers
are always in a hurry.
You only arrive in a place
when you start out
for the next one.
Look.
Beautiful.
Bedouin will be
behind us like jackals.
to start a journey
in a sandstorm.
Can you see anything?
Tracks are gone.
The wind.
Simoom.
Breath of the desert.
Might blow for a day...
or six.
Totally unpredictable.
Imagine!
Fifty days of it.
Augustin!
-Open.
-It says fertile land...
Open. Close.
...and sweet water
at Beni Suef.
No!
We are...here!
We simply misplaced
the French army.
Forty thousand men.
Mishmaul.
What?
What are you doing?
A man can go for three days
without water.
Have you ever had
an apricot ice?
Go on!
Shaved in the shape
of a ripe, plump apricot,
with frost that forms
on the outside of the glass.
Oh, beautiful,
beautiful frost.
It can slide between your tongue
and your palate,
and it melts coolly
and deliciously.
And it--
You used...
...the last of our water
to mix your paints?
We are lost.
Look, we were here.
Wait here for me.
In the desert,
a man forgets
he even has a name.
Salaam, Augustin.
-Salaam.
-Salut.
Salaam. Salaam.
Ah.
Apricot ice.
Augustin.
Augustin!
What are these names?
From the sea.
Whoa! Whoa.
Come on.
Just one foot
in front of the other.
Lazy, good for nothing...
March!
One, two, three,
four, five, six...
That was...
That was...
Wait!
Help!
Faransi. Faransi.
Not your enemy.
Your friend.
Your friend.
Yes, look.
Blue eyes.
Like the sky.
Cowards!
Come out.
Fight.
Apricot ice.
Goodbye and good riddance.
Drink.
Move! Move!
Move!
In the Father and the Son
and the Holy Ghost.
One, two, three, four.
About face!
Hey!
What are you doing?
Give me back my coat.
What are you doing?
Come here.
Hey!
Give me back my coat!
Give it to me!
Come here!
Cleopatra.
Queen of the South.
No.
She had a sad ending.
Janette?
Ooh.
Definitely not Janette.
Louise Colette?
Prettiest wet.
Come back, I was playing!
Come here.
Hey!
Emme, Estelle...
...or Marie.
She sang in the dark for me.
How about an Arab name?
Aisha!
She danced the sword
for me in Cairo.
Sultana.
Salome.
My head...
on a tray.
Nefertiti.
Isis.
Sheba.
Abushad.
Shakira.
Josephine.
You wanna dance, hm?
Ah, you have a beauty spot.
Right...here.
A few.
What shall I call you?
Soul of the wind.
Simoom.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Hey, Simoom, come here.
And your move.
Simoom?
Simoom?
Simoom.
We marched all day
with dreams of golden isles.
Simoom?
Simoom!
What?
Simoom?
Wait!
Please.
Simoom!
Simoom!
Food!
Sweet Jesus, provide for me.
Jesus!
Where have you been?
Simoom.
I want you to wait for me here.
I will come back.
Do you understand?
A deserter.
A deserter!
No, stop!
Augustin!
Venture!
Courage, citizen!
How much further is it?
Just what I said to you.
We made good time too.
Oh!
-The Temple of Bastet.
-No.
But real food and wine, Venture.
Good French wine.
Captain Augustin Robert.
Report, Captain.
to escort the artist,
Citizen Venture, to--
Oh, where have you got to now,
you slippery old goat?
Four days there,
one day sketching.
In about nine days,
we should be back in Cairo.
And...
The nose! Stop!
-The nose, seven.
-Seven.
Down. Down.
Left. Left.
Left again.
There.
Ear is...
between eight and nine.
Eight or nine?
Forty centuries, you donkey!
What are they doing?
No!
Venture, look out!
No!
What do they have
against beauty?
And built by slaves
for aristocrats...
like yourself,
Citizen Venture.
Philistine!
Bonaparte will have your hide
if anything happens
to his precious artist.
Nothing will happen to Venture.
We have Allah on our side.
Venture dresses like our enemy,
he talks like our enemy,
so should he not be
with our enemy?
Shall we tell stories...
or sleep?
May I sit down?
What was that?
Hyena.
What is out here?
Jinns.
Jinns?
Spirits that can inhabit a rock,
a tree, an animal.
Lizards...
that blind you with a look.
Chimera.
Giant birds...
that outrun a horse.
Snakes.
Snakes that fly.
All Jinns can take
a human shape.
The only thing
the fearless Bedouin fear.
Birds that can outrun a horse?
Snakes that fly?
Lies and superstitions...
blinding the people.
Lies? Superstitions?
No! Taboos.
Bad luck.
Like shooting that Sphinx!
Oh! Attack!
Attack! Attack!
Attack!
To arms! To arms!
Wake up! Get up! Get up!
Attack!
Wheel around, wheel around!
Wait for it!
Come on, form a line!
Fire!
Fire!
Get down!
Venture!
What are you doing?
I want my shot back.
Venture!
You soldiers
are always in a hurry.
You only arrive in a place
when you start out
for the next one.
Look.
Beautiful.
Bedouin will be
behind us like jackals.
to start a journey
in a sandstorm.
Can you see anything?
Tracks are gone.
The wind.
Simoom.
Breath of the desert.
Might blow for a day...
or six.
Totally unpredictable.
Imagine!
Fifty days of it.
Augustin!
-Open.
-It says fertile land...
Open. Close.
...and sweet water
at Beni Suef.
No!
We are...here!
We simply misplaced
the French army.
Forty thousand men.
Mishmaul.
What?
What are you doing?
A man can go for three days
without water.
Have you ever had
an apricot ice?
Go on!
Shaved in the shape
of a ripe, plump apricot,
with frost that forms
on the outside of the glass.
Oh, beautiful,
beautiful frost.
It can slide between your tongue
and your palate,
and it melts coolly
and deliciously.
And it--
You used...
...the last of our water
to mix your paints?
We are lost.
Look, we were here.
Wait here for me.
In the desert,
a man forgets
he even has a name.
Salaam, Augustin.
-Salaam.
-Salut.
Salaam. Salaam.
Ah.
Apricot ice.
Augustin.
Augustin!
What are these names?
From the sea.
Whoa! Whoa.
Come on.
Just one foot
in front of the other.
Lazy, good for nothing...
March!
One, two, three,
four, five, six...
That was...
That was...
Wait!
Help!
Faransi. Faransi.
Not your enemy.
Your friend.
Your friend.
Yes, look.
Blue eyes.
Like the sky.
Cowards!
Come out.
Fight.
Apricot ice.
Goodbye and good riddance.
Drink.
Move! Move!
Move!
In the Father and the Son
and the Holy Ghost.
One, two, three, four.
About face!
Hey!
What are you doing?
Give me back my coat.
What are you doing?
Come here.
Hey!
Give me back my coat!
Give it to me!
Come here!
Cleopatra.
Queen of the South.
No.
She had a sad ending.
Janette?
Ooh.
Definitely not Janette.
Louise Colette?
Prettiest wet.
Come back, I was playing!
Come here.
Hey!
Emme, Estelle...
...or Marie.
She sang in the dark for me.
How about an Arab name?
Aisha!
She danced the sword
for me in Cairo.
Sultana.
Salome.
My head...
on a tray.
Nefertiti.
Isis.
Sheba.
Abushad.
Shakira.
Josephine.
You wanna dance, hm?
Ah, you have a beauty spot.
Right...here.
A few.
What shall I call you?
Soul of the wind.
Simoom.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Hey, Simoom, come here.
And your move.
Simoom?
Simoom?
Simoom.
We marched all day
with dreams of golden isles.
Simoom?
Simoom!
What?
Simoom?
Wait!
Please.
Simoom!
Simoom!
Food!
Sweet Jesus, provide for me.
Jesus!
Where have you been?
Simoom.
I want you to wait for me here.
I will come back.
Do you understand?
A deserter.
A deserter!
No, stop!