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Yehud
Sunset. A ramshackle house on a hill with reeds blowing in
the wind. Cicadas chirping on a moonless night, sky thick with stars. We move
closer to a WINDOW with curtains fluttering, where we enter into a neatly kept
ROOM – it could only be the room of a young girl. A lazing CAT guards a PHOTO
on the nightstand of a radiant WOMAN, flanked by her daughter and son. We pass
from the nightstand to the bed, where the girl is listening wide-eyed to the
woman – it’s storytime. A CANDLE lights the darkness of the room and gives a heavenly
haze to the pair, and the transaction. The MOTHER is tired and dirty after another
day in the orange groves, but her eyes are full of love for her child as she
reads out of a storybook.
The GIRL motions and asks for something, and the mother
reaches over and hands her a glass of water. We then follow the camera across
the room the way we came back outside of the window and across the yard to an
ORANGE TREE,
Where we see a DARK HAND pluck an orange off of the tree and
peel it, smelling it before he eats. He looks at the WINDOW, then over at his
FRIEND. They are dressed in grubby robes, with greasy haversacks and furtive
expressions. They inch towards the house, getting closer and closer. We PAN BACK
to the
ROOM,
Where we see the CANDLE go out and the room go dark. The MEN
see the
MOTHER walk into the KITCHEN, then back into her DAUGHTER’S
room. Their fingers loosen the straps of their bags, and they go up gently to
the WINDOW, tossing the charge in as silently as they can.
The GIRL wakes up, understanding immediately, as the
HOUSE
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