MICHAEL (hesitant)
Are you sure it's okay?
YORAM
I have my visions. It's the only way to unravel “it”.
Michael feels unsure and decides to end the conversation, preparing to leave.
MICHAEL (fulfilled his duty)
So, promise me you'll come to Mickey tomorrow.
But he only sees Yoram's back, who turns around, walking away without providing any response.
EXT. DAY. ENTRANCE OF A BUSINESS FACING THE STREET.
Facing the business is a crowded plaza filled with cars adorned with the logo of the company.
Several motorcycles and scooters are lined up on the side of the small plaza, opposite the doorway. Around ten messengers, some still still wearing helmets, buzz around like pesky flies. In the center of the plaza, a large ambulance, the red Kozak light spins around and is also reflected from the helmets of some of the standing bikers. Two medics dressed in green medical uniforms emerge from the store entrance, carrying a stretcher covered with a blanket, containing a lifeless body.