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hwp He was the most extraordinary man
I ever knew.
Did you know him well?
I knew him.
Well, nil nisi bonum.
But did he really deserve...
...a place in here?
Lord Allenby, could you give
a few words about Lawrence?
What, more words?
The revolt in the desert...
...played a decisive part
in the Middle Eastern campaign.
Yes, sir, but about
Colonel Lawrence himself.
No, no. I didnt know him well,
you know.
Mr. Bentley, you know as much
about Lawrence as anybody.
Yes, it was my privilege to know him.
And to make him known to the world.
He was a poet, a scholar
and a mighty warrior.
Thank you.
He was also the most shameless
exhibitionist since Barnum and Bailey.
You, sir. Who are you?
My name is Jackson Bentley.
I overheard your last remark
and take the gravest exception.
- He was a great man.
- Did you know him?
No, I cant claim to have known him.
I had the honour to shake his hand
in Damascus.
Knew him? I never knew him.
He had some minor function
on my staff in Cairo.
Michael George Hartley...
...this is a nasty, dark little room.
Thats right.
We are not happy in it.
I am. Its better than
a nasty, dark little trench.
- Then youre a big noble fellow.
- Thats right.
Here is William Potter
with my newspaper.
- Here you are, Tosh.
- Thanks.
Would you care for one of
Corporal Hartleys cigarettes?
- Is it there?
- Of course.
Headlines.
But I bet it isnt mentioned
in the Times.
"Bedouin tribes attack
Turkish stronghold."
I bet that no one in this
headquarters even knows it happened.
Or would care if it did.
Allow me to ignite your cigarette.
- Mr. Lawrence?
- Yes.
- Flimsy, sir.
- Thank you.
Youll do that once too often.
Its only flesh and blood.
Michael George Hartley,
youre a philosopher.
And youre balmy!
- It damn well hurts!
- Certainly, it hurts.
Whats the trick, then?
The trick, William Potter,
is not minding that it hurts.
By the way, if Captain Gibbon
should enquire for me...
...tell him Ive gone
for a chat with the general.
- Hes balmy.
- Hes all right.
Lawrence.
Yes?
Youre supposed to be...
Do you usually wear your cap
in the mess?
Always.
You should be on duty.
Where are you going?
Mustnt talk shop,
Freddie, not in the mess.
Im going for a powwow
with the general.
Im not asking as your superior,
but as the secretary of this mess.
We dont want chaps in here
who should be on duty.
Where are you going?
I must say, Lawrence!
- Sorry.
- Youre a clown, Lawrence.
Ah, well, we cant all be lion tamers.
Sorry.
Its an intrigue, Dryden.
I do not propose to let
an overweening, crass lieutenant...
...thumb his nose at his commander
and get away with it.
It doesnt sound as though
hed be any great loss.
Dont try that, Dryden.
Theres a principle involved.
There is, indeed.
Hes of no use here in Cairo.
He might be in Arabia.
He knows his stuff, sir.
Knows the books, you mean.
Ive already sent out
Colonel Brighton, whos a soldier.
If Brighton thinks we should send
some arms, we will.
Well, what more do you want?
That there would be no question
of Lieutenant Lawrence...
...giving military advice.
By God, I should hope not.
Its just that the Arab Bureau would
like its own man on the spot to...
To what?
To make our own appraisal
of the situation.
Ill tell you, its my considered
opinion and that of my staff...
...that time spent on the Bedouin
will be time wasted.
Theyre a nation of sheep-stealers.
They did attack Medina.
And the Turks made mincemeat of them.
We dont know that.
We know that they didnt take it.
A storm in a teacup, a sideshow.
In my opinion, this whole theatre
of operations is a sideshow.
The real wars being fought against
Germans, not Turks.
Not here, but on
the Western front in the trenches.
Your Bedouin Army,
or whatever it calls itself...
...would be a sideshow of a sideshow.
Big things have small beginnings, sir.
Does the Arab Bureau
want a big thing in Arabia?
Does the bureau think theyll sit down
under us when this war is over?
The bureau thinks the job of
the moment, sir, is to win the war.
Dont tell me my duty, Mr. Dryden.
- Lawrence, sir.
- Send him in.
Good morning, sir.
Salute.
If youre insubordinate,
I shall put you under arrest.
- Its my manner.
- Your what?
My manner. It looks insubordinate,
but it isnt.
I cant make out whether youre
bad-mannered or just half-witted.
- I have the same problem, sir.
- Shut up.
The Arab Bureau thinks you
would be of use to them in Arabia.
Why, I cant imagine.
You cant perform
your present duties properly.
"I cannot fiddle, but I can make
a great state from a little city."
- What?
- Themistocles, sir.
- A Greek philosopher.
- I know youve been well-educated.
It says so in your dossier.
Youre the kind of creature
I cant stand, Lawrence.
But I suppose I could be wrong.
All right, Dryden.
You can have him for six weeks.
Who knows? It might even
make a man of him. Come in!
Yes, what is it?
The convoy will be in
Port Said tomorrow night.
- Is that certain?
- Yes, sir.
There doesnt seem to be
any artillery.
But there must be artillery!
Sir, this is some
