YORAM (dejected)
I know, Iris, I know. I'm trying to find a job, but there's just nothing out there. These appointments at the labor office make me sick.
IRIS (gentle)
I spoke with your father today.
YORAM
Yes?
IRIS
He told me not to rely on any help from him…
YORAM
I already told you that his situation is worse than ours.
YORAM (pale-faced)
Tomorrow, I'll go to the job sector again. I have to find a solution.
Iris starts crying, and Yoram straightens up, turns towards his wife, and gathers the sobbing Iris between his arms.
Yoram walks thoughtfully among the stores and in their shade, and he pauses at the entrance of an electronics store. The glass pane is protected by a metal mesh. Dozens of television screens operate inside, while a loudspeaker near the store entrance broadcasts the voices from the TVs to the street.