SCENE 3EXT. WADI RUM · FIRST LIGHT0:24
Salem pours the tea over the fire1, steam curling into the cold desert air.4s
SALEM (V.O.)
My grandfather called this place the address of the moon.4s
A line of camels crosses the open valley2, slow shadows on the red sand.6s
The sun breaks over the Seven Pillars3 and the whole desert turns to copper.6s
SALEM (V.O.)
People ask me if the desert is empty. Empty of what, I ask them.5s
Behind him the camp wakes. Kettles, saddles, low voices in the cold morning air, and somewhere a rooster that nobody remembers bringing.7s