Saturday, August 23, 2008

236. Communal Rites: The Hungry







  • FADE IN:

  • EXT. SUNSET STRIP - DAY

  • PASTOR HANK, a kind-faced man with a crisp clerical collar and PASTOR DARREN, a man with a thin face and a well-pressed suit sit at one of the sidewalk tables of a nice cafe.

  • A half-finished salad filled with strawberries and walnuts sits in front of Pastor Darren.

  • A large bible is open in front of them.

  • It is open to ISAIAH 58.

  • They are engaged in a intense, though civil discussion of the chapter.

  • Pastor Hank taps his finger on VERSE 6 which reads:

  • "Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?"

  • A waitress comes to their table with bowls of chili and plates stacked high with thick steak fries.

  • They dig in, still consumed in conversation.

  • Across the street, a YOUNG HOMELESS WOMAN several months pregnant sits surrounded by her few belongings.

  • She hugs the wall behind her, trying to avoid being trampled by the packs of pedestrians browsing the chic shops on the strip.

  • ELAINE walks briskly down the sidewalk, laden with Trader Joe bags, anxious to get home.

  • She passes the young woman and sits down at the bus stop, taking a deep breath.

  • She glances back at the woman and then at her watch.

  • Across the street, the pastors are digging into their meals, Pastor Hank waves his hand, illustrating a point.

  • Elaine makes up her mind, gathering her bags.

  • She walks to the young woman and sits down beside her.

  • Silently, she pulls containers a food from the bags, then tears the paper bags, creating an improvised picnic blanket.

  • She spreads the food out, arranging the hummus and flat bread and juice.

  • She pulls an apricot from the bag and hands it to the young woman.

  • The woman takes it, hesitantly; she bites into the fruit and sighs, her body relaxing, pleasure reflected in her irises.

  • Elaine smiles and reaches for the hummus.

  • The two women sit on the sidewalk, eating quietly.

  • FADE TO BLACK.


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