The father is enthusiastic, the idea that he will be able to 'sell their goods' even before they reach their destination, somewhere in the Arab villages and be able to retrace his steps and bring more "goods" enchants him. Yehoshua waves to Eli to join him. Eli gets out of the other vehicle heavily, the bullet chains of his pistols crossed over his chest and the pistol in his pants sticking out. The younger son gets on the back of the pickup truck and pulls the tarp away. The two girls are scared, in torn clothes, sitting there, hugging each other in each other's arms, because of the paralyzing fear and the cold.
THE FATHER
This is good stuff. I swear to Allah they were not touched.
YEHOSHUA
I want to see them up close, take them down.
ANNOUNCER (VOICE OVER)
It was hard for them to stand in front of the girls who were kidnapped and now they were destined to be traded as maideservants in the Eastern markets. They were placed in front of him, the little one in her bra and the other in a green shirt that was now cruelly torn so that their curves could be seen closely.
The son reaches out and rips off the little girl's bra, revealing her small breasts to the world. Yehoshua bends over to look into the eyes of the older sister, black eyes that expressed fear.
YOUNGER SISTER
She does not speak, she is deaf and mute.
Yehoshua makes himself as if he does not understand.