DRIVER (growing angrier)
What is going on here?!
PEDESTRIAN
This is the prophet! Relax.
DRIVER (curses under his breath)
Maniacs! (Calming down slightly), Prophet?
He spits out of the car window. The crowd now moves through the jammed cars, causing traffic chaos. A policeman half-running dashes by, completely disregarding the traffic, rushing to keep up with the people following the prophet.
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EXT. LAST MOMENTS OF SUNSET. ON THE EDGE OF THE BREAKWATER
Waves crash. Yoram sits alone on the edge of the breakwater, fixated on the turbulent waves below. The foam nearly reaches him. About a hundred meters away, a crowd of people waits in silence. A figure in dark clothing approaches from afar. The sky shows golden, purple clouds as the sun sets between them, cutting lines of light across the sky that vanish into the sea. Foamy waves surge against the rocks below the prophet, threatening to flood the pier. The figure gets closer, and now Iris is visible. A dark scarf drapes over her shoulders, her hair playing with the wind. She stands behind Yoram, who seems completely oblivious, lost in his thoughts. His body moves back and forth steadily.