Paradise

Look behind you, Miss.

It's not wise to encourage them, Miss Sarah.

Your father never believed in it.

Oh, Geoffrey, don't be such a fuddy-duddy!

Your father paid me well to be a fuddy-duddy,

and I shall continue to be so

until I get you safely home to London.

There's bloody cheek for you.

Your father would've taken the patch off them

I dare say.

What's he saying?

My dear Miss, unless they speak the King's English,

I'm as much at a loss are you are.

The King's English

is fit for selling pigs,

not for praising the beauty

of such a perfect desert flower.

El-Aziz.

Leave her alone.

She is under my protection.

Oh, Haboush.

And what is the protection for?

Thank you for helping us.

I'm afraid Geoffrey and I

would have been quite lost without you.

The British East India Company did much business here.

Your father was greatly respected, and a good friend to me.

Well, that last fellow was certainly a nuisance.

Sheik Hab El-Aziz is much more than a nuisance.

He's known as El Talab: The Jackal.

He is a slaver.

Pray to God you never meet such a man alone.

Why was he offering you money?

He wanted to buy something that caught his eye.

My father's watch?

No.

You.

He must have been quite taken by you.

He offered an extremely handsome price.

Bloody wogs!

Oh, excuse me, sir.

I didn't mean you, sir.

You must trust no one, Miss Sarah.

The people of the desert look upon the ferengia,

the foreigners like yourself,

much like the hawk looks upon the sparrow.

Excuse me.

- David, what happened? - Nothing, mother.

David, it is a sin against God

to look upon such wickedness!

They are heathens, nonbelievers.

They will burn in Hell.

Come with me.

Bashi, I wish only to hire a caravan not to purchase one,

so do not try your thieving tricks on me, my friend.

I must employ extra guards.

The way to Damascus is most dangerous.

The sun rises magnificent over Baghdad.

It will be sad if you were not around to see the next one.

No!

No!

Watch that trunk!

Careful with that, man.

"Dr. Han's Medical Journal"?

It was Sarah's father's.

Lord Scott did not trust any doctor outside of London.

Not without reason, rest his soul.

Bloody cholera.

Excuse me!

Excuse me, sir.

You.

Yes, you, sir.

How do you do?

My name is McBride.

The Reverend James McBride from Boston.

My wife Rachel, my son David.

How do you do?

Ahmed Haboush.

This is Miss Scott

and her manservant Geoffrey.

Bashi, we are losing precious time!

I wonder if we might join your private caravan.

We have some money, hot much,

but people of God are not always able to give.

We will be traveling fairly fast.

Perhaps you will be more comfortable

with one of the large merchant caravans.

Sir, we have been trying to get to Damascus

for nearly three months.

It would be an act of Christian charity.

Oh, yes.

We Muslims have always been very concerned

with Christian charity.

They won't give us any trouble.

Dear Lord, bless this food to our use

that it may nurture us,

and give us strength for our journey

and for thy holy work among the heathens...

Bloody camels!

What this country needs is a fine English coachmaker.

Bring 'em into the 19th century.

I'll make you some tea, Miss.

Oh, thank you, Geoffrey.

David!

David, what's keeping you?

Oh, David, your mother and I

have been discussing your future,

and I've decided that you

will go into the ministry directly

we're back in Boston.

I'm not sure that's what I want.

Well, it's not up to you to be sure.

It's up to God.

His will be done.

What your father means is

we think you'd be happiest in the ministry.

Well, that's not right.

Oh, well, dear, that is what you said.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Not that.

The Dog Star.

It should be over there.

Not up there.

Perhaps we're taking

a different route to Damascus.

Yes, perhaps.

Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.

Aah!

Aah!

James!

James!

Mother!

Run, child, run.

Run to the well.

The well?

To the water well.

Hurry up!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Well done, sir!

Come on, David!

Hurry up, let's go!

Come on!

Hurry up!

We have no time!

What about the water?

There's a small cave on one side. Hurry up!

- Come with us. - Quick.

Hold on tight.

Aah!

Hurry!

Quickly!

Into the well!

El-Aziz,

I delivered them into your hands as agreed.

I demand my payment.

Payment for what?

The girl escaped.

There is little else of value.

You have captured many women, El-Aziz.

They will bring you a good price.

One less will not make you a poor man.

The English girl will not be for sale.

She's for me.

This water is foul!

Traitorous dog!

Perhaps that will improve the water's taste.

Thank you, Miss Sarah.

And we commend these souls to thy keeping,

sure in certain knowledge of the resurrection

and eternal life.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

Amen.

Amen.

Now, now, sir.

Sun's up, Miss.

Time we were on our way.

Where are we?

Further than we were yesterday.

Where's the trail?

- It's gone, Miss. - What?

We lost it last night.

Look, don't worry, Miss.

We'll head due west.

Should we miss Damascus,

we'll still reach Alexandria.

Alexandria?

That's hundreds of miles from Baghdad.

It could take us months.

What about food and water?

I don't know, Miss.

All I know is we'll die if we don't move.

Then let's go.

And we'll die if we do.

Water!

I found water!

Down here!

Well, what do you think?

- Incredible. - Remarkable!