EXT. DAY. PUBLIC PARK
Yoram pauses in the park to drink water from the faucet. Then he sits on a shaded bench, closing his eyes. A few steps behind him, Itai Hershkowitz approaches. When he sees the prophet sitting on the bench, Itai walks towards a nearby bench and takes a seat. Itai is an arrogant young 24-year-old, a novice TV writer, with fashionable sunglasses perched on his nose and a mobile phone equipped with a camera ready to capture any moment. His attention is focused on Yoram.
INT. DAY. WELL-MAINTAINED RESTROOM AT IRIS’ WORKPLACE
Iris and her co-worker find themselves in the bathroom, positioned before the expansive mirror and sinks. Iris stands, leaning towards the mirror, examining her reflection with reddened eyes from her tears. Her friend sits on the countertop beside the sink, her back facing the mirror, holding a cigarette between her fingers as she indulges in a smoke.
COWORKER
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Iris doesn't respond, holding a handkerchief in her hand and wiping away the makeup smudged around her eyes.
COWORKER (angry)
Maniac! Can't he show some respect? That little shit?
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