YEHOSHUA
We are military attachés. I'm from Qatar and a friend of the Cuban military attaché! Cuba, Castro, you know.
The faces of the Arabs remained serious, Yehoshua's joke did not work.
Eli gets out of the other car, His potbelly leading him. He looks like a Mexican bandit out of a cheap western with the bullet belts crossed across his chest.
ELI
Adios Muchachos.
YEHOSHUA
We are not fighting, we are just military observers!
Yehoshua says quietly to the Arab leader and looks into his black eyes. The Israeli Arab is very unsatisfied with the answer, but he can't decide who these are who standing in front of him. Again and again he examines the flags on the cars, sees the Arab plates on the Land Rover and finds it difficult to decide.
THE YOUNG ARAB
Note!
He examines Yehoshua's eyes with his burning eyes. He drags the frightened Israeli citizen who was captured in their hands and is now broken, sitting defeated under the hands of his captor.
He takes his wicked knife and once again tightens his grip on the panicked citizen's hair. He bursts into laughter when in a sudden movement he slits the Israeli's throat, a distance of only less than half a meter from Yehoshua's high shoes.