The Son of the Sheik
EMIL G. JENSEN
"THE SON OF THE SHEIK"
(By arrangement with Samuel Goldwyn)
From the novel by E. M. HULL
A George Fitzmaurice Production
COPYRIGHT MCMXXXVII—BY ARTCINEMA ASSOCIATES, INC.
Screen Adaptation by
and FRED de GRESAC
GEORGE MARION, Jr.
GEORGE BARNES A.S.C.
WILLIAM CAMERON MENZIES
Synchronized ans Arranged by
James C. BRADFORD, A.S.C.A.P.
Music and Orchestrations by
ARTHUR H. GUTMAN
Turbulent Music sequences by
PASSED BY THE NATIONAL BOARD OF REVIEW
AGNES AYRES has courteously consented to resume her original role of Diana, wife of the Sheik—as a favor to Mr. Valentino and this picture.
Not East of Suez—but South of Algiers.
A camp of outcasts in the desert night.
André, renegade Frenchman, leader of a vagrant troupe—entertainers by profession, thieves by preference.
Ghabah, The Moor, whose crimes outnumber the sands.
"I'll send your remains home. What's your wife's name?"
"I don't know her name. When I want her, I whistle."
Yasmin, daughter of André, whose dancing feet support the troupe.—
A few days ago—in the market-place of Touggourt blossomed Yasmin's first romance.
"I am tired—yet I must dance. He is my father—and we are very poor."
"Your gold, my lord, could not buy me even a day's rest. They'd gamble it away in an hour."
"Then wear this ring—for friendship—till we meet again."
"If my lords even returns, he might find me in the old ruins. I love to wander ther in the moonlight—alone."
Then, in brief, stolen meetings, romance deepened into love—and tonight—
"Twenty leagues every night for a dancing girl! Allah give us strengh."
"Wait here for me!"
"Master, it is not safe to journey alone!"
"Ramadan, do I give orders—or do you?"
"If his father, the Sheik, knew of this—!"
"Allah curse all dancing-girls. Their hips full of abandon, make young men full of nonsense!"
"Yasmin, my love, were you afraid I would fail you?"
"Why fear me, dearest? Love such as mine can do no harm"
"But who are you, my Lord? I do not even know your name!"
"I am he who love you—is that not name enough?"
"Remember, I want him captured—not killed!"
"My young Lion. Your people would gladly pay ten thousand francs to look at your handsome face again."
"Your father's name—or must we loosen your tongue?"
"What have you done with Yasmin?"
"You fool—to believe she loved you! She was our bait to lure you on, as she has lured many another."
"Your young gallant is lashed to a grating in the old ruins. Tomorrow—its ransom or—torture!"
"Long ago, you promised her to me and I'm tired of waiting."
"What are you doing there, Son of an Owl?"
"Nay, my mother was no owl—only a little cuckoo!"
At a friend's home in Touggourt, Ahmed's bodily wounds healed fast.
"Like all youths, he loved a dancing girl. Like all dancing girls, she tricked him."
"I'll take my own revenge!"
The night was young at the Cafe Maure. Not a knife had been thrown—so far.
"Did we catch him?"
"So, my young charmer, your mission in life is to lure men into lonely ruins—to be robbed and tortured!"
"I may not be the first victim—but, by Allah, I shall be the one you'll remember!"
"An eye for an eye—a hate for a hate—that is the law of my father!"
"I hate you! I hate you!"
"Your gang will not collect from me this time. For once your kisses are free!"
The desert villa of Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan—young Ahmed's famous father.
Diana, wife of the Sheik.
The Sheik—English born, Sahara bred—undisputed ruler in this sea of sand.
"What news of my son? Has he returned to his camp yet?"
"She will be to Ahmed what you have been to me, my dear."
"That young rascal has been gone a week—against my strict orders."
"Your son is back at his camp. One of his servants is here, as you commanded."
"Where has my son been for the past week?"
"He'll discover that I am master here. Allah help him when I'm done with him!"
"Remember, Ahmed is only a boy—"
"I hate you! I will hate you with my dying breath!"
"That is the first truthful thing you've said."
"And you'll have more reason to hate me before I've finished with you!"
"I gave you strict orders not to leave. Why did you disobey?"
"I had reasons of my own."
"Out of here, first born of a mule!"
"You can't blame 'that' on a parrot!"
"Father, its not the sort of affair you think—and no one in the world can interfere."
"You dare to bring a woman to the camp when I have selected a bride for you?"
"I am sorry, but when the time comes, I'll select my own bride."
"Like father, like son. My future is my own."
"Ahmed, I'll bend you to my will—as I bend this iron."
"It is for hate—not love—that I brought this girl here. I sought vengeance as you would have done—"
"No matter what she has done, Ahmed, you must free her at once."
"Send her away—and come home."
"Women—bah! Heed them not—for today's peach is tomorrow's prune!"
"All the beauties of the Arabian Nights—passing unveiled—couldn't get a look from me!"
"Allah!… Help me to tear him from my heart! Help me to hate him!"
"Escort her back to Touggourt."
"This is for her needs."
"Young master bids you go. You shall be suitably mounted—on a donkey."
"Yasmin, no other man shall have you. Why waste your life in futile love—that I destroy so easily?"
"It was I who poisoned the mind of young Ahmed against you—saying you betrayed him to us—"
"Lets start back to Touggourt."
"When you escape—tell Ahmed the truth—and say that I am trying to forget."
"Master, the girl did not betray you—"
"I told you I'd curb him to my will."
"Not with force, my dear. Ahmed is too much like you to be curbed or driven."
"Remember your own fiery youth, dearest—what you wanted, you took—"
"Lie still, you little fool!"
"Master—your son—he has gone after the girl—back to that thieves den in Touggourt!"
"Master—please—his life is in danger—"
"Master, it is madness to enter there alone!"
"Quick! Send Yasmin to dance! A rich stranger! I smell money!"
"Yasmin, Yasmin, my beloved. Can you ever forgive—?"
"I tried to hate you, beloved, but—my heart has always been yours!"
"Ahmed, my beloved, you must go! Quick—please—I fear for your life."
"Father—the girl—I love her—!"