Seven Years In Tibet

Seven Years in Tibet "Because you are my path to liberation." INT. CAR - DAY INGRID "I wish we'd said goodbye at the front door and it was finished. And you could have a nice and pleasant journey on your own." Harrer turns to her, fed up. HARRER "Why must you be this way? Why is there always a problem? It's a good question. Life is not always convenient." (pretending to humor her) Do you want to go home, do you want to turn around?" INGRID "Yes." HARRER "It's the Himalayas! How long have I been talking about the Himalayas? How long?" Ingrid seems to retreat into herself, shaken. INGRID "Far too long." A meek man - HORST IMMENDORF - drives the car, pretending to ignore the tensions in the back seat. Ingrid leans forward. INGRID "Horst, when we get there, can you give me a hand?" HORST "Yes, of course." Harrer rolls his eyes, thinks she's begging for sympathy. HARRER "Oh, Ingrid. Stop it." EXT. GRAZ TRAIN STATION - DAY The car stops across from the busy station; NAZI SOLDIERS stream toward the entrance, above which hangs a huge swastika flag. Harrer gatheres his rucksack, takes Ingrid's hand and leads her through the crowds. HARRER "Try to make this pleasant." INT. GRAZ TRAIN STATION TICKET ROOM - DAY The station is teeming with more Nazi soldiers. Harrer drags Ingrid past TRAVELERS waiting in line to purchase tickes, searching for someone. HARRER "Where is that idiot who's supposed to meet us?