Sherif Ali:
[Ali shoots Tafas dead while riding his camel. He stops his camel and jumps down to examine Tafas' body] He is dead.
T.E. Lawrence:
Yes... why?
Sherif Ali:
This is my well. [mentioning the well Lawrence and Tafas are resting at]
T.E. Lawrence:
I have drunk from it.
Sherif Ali:
You are welcome.
T.E. Lawrence:
He was my friend.
Sherif Ali:
That? [mentioning Tafas]
T.E. Lawrence:
Yes, that.
Sherif Ali:
[Ali walks towards Lawrence and grabs Tafas' revolver lying on the sand] Yours?
T.E. Lawrence:
No, his.
Sherif Ali:
[Ali tucks the revolver into his waist and walks towards the well] His? [mentioning the tin cup near the well]
T.E. Lawrence:
Mine.
Sherif Ali:
Then I will use it. [pulls some water out of well]
Sherif Ali:
... your friend... was a Hazimi of the Beni Salem.
T.E. Lawrence:
I know.
Sherif Ali:
[Ali salutes Lawrence and drinks his water]I am Ali ibn el Kharish.
T.E. Lawrence:
I have heard of you.
Sherif Ali:
So... What was a Hazimi doing here?
T.E. Lawrence:
He was taking me to help Prince Feisal.
Sherif Ali:
You've been sent from Cairo?
T.E. Lawrence:
Yes.
Sherif Ali:
I have been in Cairo for my schooling. I can both read and write... my Lord Feisal already has an Englishman.
T.E. Lawrence:
Yes.
Sherif Ali:
What is your name?
T.E. Lawrence:
My name is for my friend. [Ali walks away] None of my friends is a murderer.
Sherif Ali:
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.
