{"id":5033,"date":"2023-07-13T01:11:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-12T22:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/?p=5033"},"modified":"2023-07-13T17:41:18","modified_gmt":"2023-07-13T14:41:18","slug":"lara-page-71","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/lara-page-71\/","title":{"rendered":"Lara &#8211; Page 71"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>INT.&nbsp; NIGHT.&nbsp; BEDROOM<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Lara&#39;s father is lying in bed in a dimly lit bedroom, shedding tears. Lara clasps his hand. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>LARA&#39;S FATHER<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">I wish to end my life.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Lara tightens her grip on his hand and leans closer, placing a kiss on his forehead.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><strong><u>LARA&#39;S FATHER<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Oh, how much I love you, Lara. You are my soul.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Amid darkness, she remains seated, leaning against the back of the bed, with her father&#39;s head nestled against her stomach and her hands caressing his face until he drifts into a slumber, almost reaching morning. Only then does she dare to withdraw her hand.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\"><strong>END FLASH BACK <\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>INT. AFTERNOON. INSIDE THE NIGHT CANDLE&#39;S TROLLEY<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Lara stands beneath the exit door to the rooftop, anxiously gazing upward.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>LARA<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Tom, are you sure you&#39;re alright?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>TOM (from above)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Yes, Lara, thank you for your concern.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Despite his attempt to reassure her, Lara remains restless, pacing back and forth within the car like a caged lion. The patch of sky, visible through the trolley&rsquo;s upper opening displays hues of purple and orange, signaling the approaching sunset.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\"><strong>FLASH BACK<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>INT. DAY. ANDROID DISTIBUTION CENTER<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Tom, a young man, enters the building, causing a sudden uproar and panic among the androids who realize that he is &quot;human&quot; and is not one of their own. Several Android warriors, dressed in brown jumpsuits, leap out of nowhere and flank him. The manager, wearing a pink jumpsuit, approaches him. (The manager who had previously organized the team of fighters.)<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>MANAGER (aggressively)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Who are you?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; INT.&nbsp; NIGHT.&nbsp; BEDROOM Lara&#39;s father is lying in bed in a dimly lit bedroom, shedding tears. Lara clasps his hand. &nbsp; LARA&#39;S FATHER I wish to end my life. &nbsp; Lara tightens her grip on his hand and leans closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. &nbsp; LARA&#39;S FATHER Oh, how much I love [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":3007,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[170],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5033","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lara_english"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5033","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5033"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5033\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5034,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5033\/revisions\/5034"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3007"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5033"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5033"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}