a closer view of the shoppers -- veiled women, men on bicycles, carts and donkeys passing.
the water sellers move slowly through the market, their large hats tinkling with gay sounding bells.
the medicine man sitting among his medical wares -- ben and jo enter and look down at the collection of claws, lizards, and barnyard scrapings.
woman with sewing machine on head.
the bread vendors offering large fresh-baked loaves of bread. scattered among the native populace are some tourists and perhaps some french residents.
as the arab moves along the narrow street, with the police in pursuit, progress is made difficult by the many shoppers and bicycle riders. one bicycle rider trying to avoid the oncoming arab turns and drives helplessly into a lags pottery store. the sound of wreckage is enormous.
the arab turns into another street where the rows of brilliantly dyed wool yarn hang, from overhead strung along sapling poles. there is in unfortunate collision between the fleeing arab end a workman crossing the street with a large vat of blue dye on his shoulder. in a moment the whole narrow streetway is saturated with blue dye, and everyone is lifting his robe and hopping around to avoid being stained. the arab continues on past. the police dash through the street trying to avoid the dye themselves.
the police reach a narrow intersection where the blind beggars as squatting, begging alms. they pause. there is no sign of their quarry. then one of them points to faint blue footprints dashing away to the left. they take up the pursuit once again.
a closer, level shot, the camera panning, shows, the two breathless men closing in on each other. as they reach an intersection in the streets, lighted by a shaft of sunlight, the new arab comes up behind the original man being chased and whipping out a knife from under his robes, plunges it into the back of the first man. then he turns and quickly moves away into a street on his left. the first arab jerks his head up and backward with the sharp pain of the stabbing, then he staggers into the dark shadows.
the camera moves in behind the stabbed arab. the knife is still in his back. we get a glimpse of his hands, vainly groping behind him. the camera moves with him as he staggers out into the open market place. his shadow on the ground shows us the silhouette of the knife handle sticking out from his back. the camera moves in close to follow the agony of his head and shoulders as he attempts to go forward.
as the arab reaches mckenna, the knife drops from his back, and he collapses at ben's feet. ben endeavors to grab him as he falls. he misses his shoulders, and his hands close in and inadvertently grab the arab's cheeks.
drayton strolls up, out of curiosity. he has also seen ben's hurried writing, but ben casually puts the notebook back into his inside pocket, along with the pen. before either man can comment on the writing, the voice of a policeman is heard, speaking in french.