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The War Photographer
The War Photographer
Written by
Jesse Crall
No cars.
DR. ESRAA
Daryam was separated from her
family last month. We haven’t been
able to locate anyone.
LARISA
(Arabic)
You’re very beautiful, Daryam.
Another explosion.
DR. ESRAA
(Arabic)
She’s right. You are very
beautiful.
Daryam smiles.
A LOUDER explosion.
Snap.
Larisa SNAPS.
DR. ESRAA
(Arabic)
She’s progressing well.
SNAP.
DR. ESRAA
(Arabic)
And these can also be used for
cleaning products, not just food...
3.
Larisa crosses her eyes and sticks her tongue out, prompting
laughter from TWIN TODDLERS, 3, on the floor of the living
room.
Another SHOT.
SNAP.
Another SHOT.
DR. ESRAA
The Americans aren’t happy with me.
I didn’t exercise the proper
caution in documenting how their
policies affect children here.
LARISA
Which policies?
DR. ESRAA
All of them.
LARISA
I wouldn’t be much of a
photographer if I did.
Two F-15E Strike Eagle jets fly low above the Jeep, prompting
Larisa to look out the window and follow their path.
Inhale.
Exhale.
DR. ESRAA
I suppose we both have jobs that
necessitate steady hands.
A ring.
Dr. Esraa pulls a phone from her bag and holds it to her ear.
4.
Larisa nods.
DR. ESRAA
(Hebrew)
I’m a doctor.
Larisa raises the Nikon to her face but Dr. Esraa holds out
her hand.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Larisa nods.
The lens sees Dr. Esraa pass into a window where she speaks
to someone.
LARISA
ESR-
...as the POP from the M9 resounds and a bullet tears through
Dr. Esraa’s skull.
Larisa freezes.
SNAP.
AMERICAN SOLDIER
WE’RE CLEAR!
ZOOM.
SNAP.
SNAP.
6.
Turns.
EXPLOSION.
Larisa gets blown off her feet as bombs from within the
apartment go off.
Approaching her.
Steady.
Zoom.
SNAP.
AMERICAN SOLDIER
STOP.
SNAP.
He raises an M4 Carbine.
Aims it.
SNAP.
With two guns trained on her and closing in, Larisa sets her
camera down.
Inhale.
Ex-
ANOTHER EXPLOSION.
But she rises while all three Americans remain on the ground.
SCREAMS.
Dislocated.
And then begins her anguished run away from the scene, camera
slamming into her chest as her good arm tries to hold the
injured one in place with every step.
Larisa crouches.
Waits.
Sees no one.
SNAP.
SNAP.
8.
With her uninjured arm, she pulls the driver’s body from his
seat and down to the street.
Drives off.
LARISA
Jamila?
(shouting)
JAMILA? FADI?
It opens.
Locks it.
Winces.
Shouts.
Larisa weaves past the open gates outside the UNRWA and
toward the UN car.
LARISA
(Arabic)
No workers?
PALESTINIAN BOY
They cut funding.
Inhale.
10.
Exhale.
LARISA
Can someone relocate my arm?
(Hebrew)
Anyone? Arm relocation.
Waiting.
Silence.
HEBREW on a loudspeaker.
More silence.
DAVID POWERS
Larisa Chernov.
She nods.
Pause.
LARISA
Thank you.
11.
DAVID POWERS
I didn’t see any images.
LARISA
I guess the memory card got lost in
the attack.
DAVID POWERS
I’m sorry to hear that.
(pause)
We were horrified to learn that
American mercenaries worked with
Hamas on the attack.
Silence.
LARISA
Okay.
He smiles.
DAVID POWERS
I was told that you speak English,
Arabic and Hebrew?
Larisa nods.
LARISA
Dr. Alyan spoke English, Arabic and
Hebrew better than I did.
David nods.
DAVID POWERS
She was an inspirational figure.
(beat)
Don’t hesitate to reach out to us
for something more permanent. We do
a lot of very important
humanitarian work in this part of
the world.
Larisa nods.
12.
He smiles.
PRODUCTION ASSISTANT
Could you speak to check the mic?
Thanks.
LARISA
Okay...uh...Now batting for the
Mets, Number 9, Center Field-
PRODUCTION ASSISTANT
-That’s fine.
LARISA
Should I have makeup for the cuts?
PRODUCTION ASSISTANT
I was told we wanted the savagery
upfront.
LARISA
What?
PRODUCTION ASSISTANT
Levels are good.
Pause.
LARISA
Yes?
LARISA
Sure.
LARISA
Right.
Beat.
LARISA
It wasn’t Hamas.
Silence.
LARISA
It wasn’t Hamas. The soldier who
shot Dr. Esraa was an American.
LARISA
Israeli soldiers patrolled the
area. They let her into the
apartment that got bombed. There
weren’t any Arabs.
14.
More silence.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Hello?
Silence.
Silence.
Pause.
LARISA
Okay. When should...uh...
LARISA (CONT’D)
I’m flying back to New York, I...
Larisa makes her way toward the exit as FOUR DIFFERENT CAB
DRIVERS approach.
15.
CABBIE 1
Manhattan?
CABBIE 2
I take you to Manhattan.
Larisa doesn’t break stride as she moves toward the exit and
the cab drivers split off to hassle someone else.
Larisa stays on her feet as the JFK Red Airtrain moves along
over the Van Wyck Expressway.
Larisa wraps her free arm around the pole as the Far Rockaway
line rumbles over Atlantic Avenue and past St. Andrew’s
Playground.
NINA
Turn the light on and I break your
jaw.
LARISA
You’d have to get up.
NINA
Fair point.
Nina turns her head a little, away from the new illumination.
NINA (CONT’D)
How was Israel? Peace, love and
rainbows?
17.
NINA (CONT’D)
There was an assassination in Gaza.
LARISA
I know.
LARISA (CONT’D)
I was there.
NINA
At the site?
LARISA
At the site.
NINA
You look like you belong on the
Mets’ pitching staff.
LARISA
It would’ve been too easy to root
for the Yankees.
NINA
The Yankees haven’t won anything in
15 years.
LARISA
And Putin’s biggest opposition is
the Communist Party.
NINA
We all have our bedtime stories.
18.
Pause.
LARISA
I’ll be fine in a few more days.
Except:
NINA
I’m only watching this crap because
your sister’s on.
NINA (CONT’D)
She called earlier to say she’d be
a guest.
LARISA
She wants you to be proud of her.
NINA
She wants to torture me. Claire is
a mouthpiece for the Pentagon.
Larisa settles into a ragged chair with claw marks at the arm
and a tattered blanket draped across the back.
NINA (CONT’D)
They’re blaming Hamas. Bullshit?
LARISA
Bullshit. Americans and the IDF.
NINA
Did you capture anything? On
camera?
Larisa nods.
19.
NINA (CONT’D)
I’ll bet some cocksucker diplomat
swiped all your good footage.
LARISA
That was his intention.
Pause.
NINA
What?
LARISA
I locked my memory card inside a UN
office before they could take it.
Larisa pushes herself off the chair and toward her mother’s
couch.
She reaches out to Nina’s chin and gives it a soft turn into
the light.
NINA
You and I don’t take care of
ourselves.
NINA (CONT’D)
You have better excuses than I do,
I’ll admit.
LARISA
Hmm.
NINA
She’s asleep.
LARISA
I had a dream last night, Emily.
LARISA (CONT’D)
We were in Gaza...This busy space,
a bustling crowd, you in your
stroller, me at your back. Night
time. And then the sky lights up
and I see hundreds of American-made
missiles bearing down on us.
Crashing to earth. So I move in
front of you, thinking I can stop a
warhead...but then, as they hurtle
toward us, the missiles become
paper airplanes...and they glide
harmlessly past, skimming the
ground. And we laugh and we
smile...
LARISA (CONT’D)
That’s what mamas do for you. We
turn the missiles into paper
airplanes.
Larisa reaches her arm under one of the couch cushions, doing
her best not to disturb her mother’s body.
Nothing.
Nothing.
21.
Something.
She stands over the sink, pint of gin in her hand. There’s
only a couple of sips left at the bottom.
She turns off the television and the glow on her mother’s
face fades to darkness.
NINA
I’m working early tomorrow. You
good with the little one?
Larisa nods.
NINA (CONT’D)
You’re not sleeping. I hear you
wandering.
LARISA
That means you aren’t sleeping,
either.
NINA
Sleep is restorative. I’m already
burned out.
(beat)
I need a few hours tomorrow
afternoon. By myself.
Beat.
LARISA
Jesus, mama, you can’t go to his
place?
22.
NINA
I think he’s married. Or maybe he
just lives in a shithole.
LARISA
Fine. Have fun.
NINA
Fun is a relative concept.
LARISA
Okay, there you go, Emmy...
Larisa pulls Emily up from the crib and holds her close to
the image.
LARISA
Your mama took that.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Gaza City. That’s where I met your
father. He was with The United
Nations Relief and Works Agency
(beat)
And that’s where your father was
killed. I loved him almost as much
as he would have loved you.
JOSEPHINE
Enjoying your handiwork?
JOSEPHINE (CONT’D)
Who’s this?
LARISA
That’s Emily.
LARISA
When do I go back?
Silence.
JOSEPHINE
We were reluctant to send you again
after Rashad died.
24.
LARISA
After Rashad was killed.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Do you think Dr. Alyan was killed
by Hamas?
JOSEPHINE
Larisa.
LARISA
I’m not a reporter, Josephine.
You’re answer won’t be published in
the New York Times.
Pause.
JOSEPHINE
...I find it...unlikely that Hamas
intentionally targeted Dr. Alyan
because they didn’t want a woman
operating in Gaza.
LARISA
I documented the entire
assassination. The bombing. Of Dr.
Alyan and Tarek.
JOSEPHINE
It’s on here?
LARISA
I hid my memory card at our offices
in Rimal.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Dr. Alyan got a phone call from a
number she didn’t recognize.
A photo taken with a zoom lens showing Dr. Alyan inside the
apartment.
LARISA (CONT’D)
I need to get back into Gaza so I
can get those photos out.
LARISA (CONT’D)
And I need international backing.
Americans think anything that comes
from Palestinians is a lie.
26.
JOSEPHINE
We had to stop operations. The
State Department froze our aid.
(beat)
They think we’re funding terror.
I’m so sorry, Larisa. I am.
Silence.
LARISA
Please call me the minute something
changes.
Josephine pauses.
JOSEPHINE
I will but...
LARISA
I know.
NINA
(in Russian)
Your pin.
ELDERLY WOMAN
(in Russian)
Too many buttons.
Nina looks over at the BAG BOY, 20s, his eyes glazed over.
NINA
It’s this young lady’s first time
at the grocery store.
27.
LEONID
Nina?
LEONID (CONT’D)
(in Russian)
Nina? Do you speak Polish?
LEONID (CONT’D)
(in Russian)
This chick from Krakow wants a
Patek but I can’t understand a
fucking thing.
Exhale.
NINA
I’m on a break.
LEONID
Fuck your break! I’m on commission.
NINA
Give me half.
LEONID
(in Russian)
Bullshit.
LEONID (CONT’D)
Hey!
NINA
(annoyed)
What?
LEONID
I’m still missing that whole stock
of Poljots. It’s my ass if they
don’t turn up.
LEONID (CONT’D)
FUCK.
NINA
That counted as work. I’m taking an
extra minute.
Nina takes a last drink before dropping the bottle into one
of the mailboxes outside her apartment before heading toward
the door.
Her daughter Claire striding toward her from the living room
where Larisa sits with Emily.
CLAIRE
Look who finally showed up!
NINA
Surprise surprise.
29.
CLAIRE
Larisa called, said she had
important news she needed to
discuss...
NINA
Important news.
CLAIRE
And I’m taking you both out to
dinner.
NINA
You look like a mannequin.
CLAIRE
Studio fresh.
NINA
This one’s too polite. Loyal to
you.
CLAIRE
Oh?
NINA
(to Larisa)
Why did you tell her?
Pause.
CLAIRE
(to Nina)
You need to give up this Soviet
horseshit, Nina.
(MORE)
30.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
It’s a tired schtick.
(to Larisa)
She thinks I’ll call my handlers at
the CIA and have them whack you.
NINA
Please refrain from exaggerating my
sentiments in order to suit a
caricature.
CLAIRE
(to Larisa)
The Americans you photographed were
just thugs who washed out of
Special Forces and play mercenary
to the highest bidder. Hamas sits
on billions, they use Americans.
NINA
Mmm.
CLAIRE
No one is shocked that a woman
doctor was murdered working in Gaza
City. I’d recommend leaving the
photos-
NINA
-Mmm-
CLAIRE
-Because Gaza is a war zone and
it’s best avoided. Especially for
young mothers.
LARISA
Plenty of young mothers are trapped
in Gaza right now.
CLAIRE
And they’d give anything short of
their children to trade places with
you.
NINA
Your sister documented the
assassination of a doctor who
criticized U.S. and Israeli policy
on the floor of the United Nations.
31.
CLAIRE
My sister documented the
assassination of a woman doctor
working in a country run by an
Islamist terror cell.
LARISA
I know that isn’t true.
CLAIRE
You’ve been through multiple
traumatic events and it’s altered
your percep-
NINA
-Don’t condescend to your sister,
she’s tougher than you are.
Silence.
LARISA
I thought...you have connections to
mainstream news outlets. And a good
reputation. If you-
CLAIRE
-Kitten, I wouldn’t have a good
reputation if I ran with the latest
hair up Nina’s ass.
LARISA
Why do you keep calling her “Nina”?
NINA
A symbolic act of matricide. I also
wrote her out of my will when she
joined the RAND Corporation.
CLAIRE
Yes, I’m torn up about not getting
to inherit half of your gin bottles
and boxed hair dye.
NINA
Those cocksucking state
stenographers you run with-
CLAIRE
-Is this just jealousy?
NINA
That’s right. I long to mince for
the cameras spewing-
CLAIRE
-Yes, if only CNN would platform
the conspiracy theories of old
alcoholics, maybe then we could
solve world peace.
Exhale.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Until then...
CLAIRE
You gotta be careful, Kitten.
LARISA
Why, are people after me becau-
CLAIRE
-No! You need to be careful so you
don’t end up like mama. You’re a
talented woman.
LARISA
She’s a talented-
CLAIRE
-She was. That’s my point. She
wrote the Soviet’s foremost
biography of Bukharin when she was
26 and then translated it into
English herself.
LARISA (CONT’D)
...at the May Day Parade in Red
Square and she now calls him a
sackless pizza salesman. I know. I
know the whole story.
CLAIRE
And today, she rings up exiles at
the Russian market.
LARISA
Mama says her labor is-
CLAIRE
-Mama says a lot of shit to excuse
having a job that lets her show up
hungover.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Fucking platforms...
She rolls her ankle around and turns back toward the
restaurant.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
So much for our evening
constitutional. What are you doing
for work right now?
Larisa shrugs.
LARISA
UNICEF can’t afford to get me back
into Gaza. Maybe I can shoot Bat
Mitzvahs again.
CLAIRE
I know someone I can put you in
touch with.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
-Nothing *sinister*.
LARISA
Good. I still want to inherit
mama’s boxed hair dye.
Claire laughs, reaches her hands out and Larisa grabs them
with her own.
34.
CLAIRE
The Cold War’s over, Kitten. Nina
lost.
As they break apart and Claire starts to slide into the back
of a cab, she looks back at Larisa.
CLAIRE
Promise me you’ll call my friend.
LARISA
Fine.
CLAIRE
You can do good work outside of war
zones.
Larisa smiles.
Nina unscrews.
Caps.
NINA
Why did you tell her?
LARISA
Claire?
NINA
You asked a python to wrap itself
around you for warmth.
LARISA
She’s your daughter.
NINA
All the world’s monsters are
somebody’s child.
LARISA
You’re paranoid. And you’re bitter.
NINA
Tell me I’m wrong.
Silence.
NINA (CONT’D)
Tell me I’m wrong.
Takes a sip.
Spits it out.
Nina sleeps on the couch, her comforter kicked off and mostly
spread on the floor.
LARISA
Mama.
36.
NINA
Don’t bother speaking softly. Your
rugrat woke me up two hours ago.
LARISA
What are these?
LARISA (CONT’D)
I found them buried under my socks.
NINA
Poljots. I brought them over from
Moscow. They were your grandmot-
LARISA
-Bullshit. You took them from work.
NINA
They steal my labor, I get it back.
(beat)
Are you going to turn me in?
LARISA
Make sure you pawn them reasonably
far away.
Larisa heads back into the bedroom and we hear her mutter at
Emily...
BUILDING
IMPROVING
FINANCIAL MOBILITY
Larisa sits across from WILLOW, 30s, blazer and a nose ring.
WILLOW
...I’m so glad Claire put us in
touch. Your portfolio is wonderful.
LARISA
Thank you.
WILLOW
Perfect timing, too. Our benefit’s
next week at the Javits Center and
we’d love in-house marketing.
LARISA
Okay.
WILLOW
And you know our mission?
LARISA
I visited your site, yes.
WILLOW
Yeah, so our mission is to
democratize finance for all and use
the tools of wealth building to end
poverty.
Larisa nods.
ROBERTO
Are you telling her about our
mission?
WILLOW
I am!
ROBERTO
Excellent!
WILLOW
(to Larisa)
Our board includes hedge fund
executives who are generous with
both their money and their
expertise.
38.
LARISA
Oh. I’m...certainly glad we can get
more input from hedge fund
executives on ending poverty.
WILLOW
I know, right!
Larisa holds open the elevator for a ROBIN HOOD INTERN, 20s.
He hustles in.
LARISA
We’ll see.
Exhales.
She works her way through the crowds toward the turnstiles as
Claire’s voice resounds from a voicemail.
CLAIRE (V.O.)
Kitten! Willow from the Robin Hood
Foundation just called and thanked
me for recommending you.
CLAIRE (O.S.)
I’m the one who held her hand
through Princeton and now she’s
more impressed with you than she is
with me.
CLAIRE (O.S.)
But hey, you can do something good
close to home instead of worrying
yourself over conspiracies on
foreign soil.
CLAIRE (O.S.)
Anyways, please call me back so you
can tell me all about it. You’ll do
great.
LARISA
Hey, Mike! You see that Rodon got
torched tonight?
Larisa pauses.
40.
Inhales.
The dead of night. Traffic light as the few cars and cabs zip
along.
Larisa places her keys on the kitchen table and looks over to
Nina, seemingly asleep on the couch.
LARISA
How’s Emily?
NINA
Two thugs came and kidnapped her at
gunpoint. I didn’t want to trouble
you at work.
NINA (CONT’D)
What’s bleaker, Gaza or an 8-hour
shift at NetCost?
LARISA
It’s only temporary.
NINA
That’s what I told myself.
LARISA
Very funny.
(beat)
I have to leave by 6:00 tomorrow.
Promise you’ll be home in time.
41.
NINA
I’ll keep my daily allotment of
fresh air to a minimum.
LARISA
That’s all I ask.
LEONID
Hey, Nina?!
LEONID (CONT’D)
(Russian)
If I run cam footage, am I gonna
see you taking those watches?
NINA
(Russian)
You go mute when I clock out, baby
boy.
Sun setting behind her, colors streaking the sky, gulls high,
area mostly deserted.
Nothing.
NINA (O.C.)
OH!
And a groan.
And a collapse.
RING.
RING.
LARISA
They’ll fire me, mama. I hope
whatever you’re doing is worth it.
43.
Larisa lowers Emily into her crib as a RING from the other
room cuts through.
LARISA (O.S.)
Yes? (...) I am.
(beat)
What?
Larisa types:
Antonina Chernov
More copies reveal the same cover but with titles in Cyrillic
instead of English.
44.
LARISA
“Alternative paths emerge from
every historical event. The early
years of the Soviet Union provide
us with imagined courses as
tantalizing to consider as they are
impossible to fully grasp...
AMY
...and there are programs for
financial relief we can recommend.
45.
LARISA
What’s the time frame on approval?
Pause.
AMY
Ummm....it can vary.
LARISA
So...not by tomorrow.
AMY
I’m...sorry, that would be.
Unusual.
LARISA
I can take those shifts if you help
subsidize-
MANAGER
(Russian accent)
-It comes out of your pay.
LARISA
Then...I can’t take those shifts.
LEONID
You find those Poljots, you hand
them over!
LEONID (CONT’D)
I know Nina stole them!
The Tigers.
The Cubs.
The Dodgers.
The Mets.
LARISA
Great, thanks.
LITTLE LEAGUER 1
Where’s my Pepsi?
LARISA
Okay, give me a batter’s stance.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Who’s your favorite Met?
LITTLE LEAGUER 2
The Mets suck dick. I wanna be
Aaron Judge.
LARISA
O-kay.
47.
YANKEES COACH
Hey! We take the field in 20
minutes!
CLAIRE
...and the State Department remains
committed to providing the
requisite aid for Palestinian
civilians.
DMITRI
I am looking for...Antonina.
48.
LARISA
I...
DMITRI
She didn’t call. Maybe I make her
upset.
LARISA
I’m sorry...My mother was...she
died. Three weeks ago.
Dmitri nods slowly and looks past Larisa into the dark
apartment.
LARISA (CONT’D)
(Russian)
Thank you.
Television off.
Larisa stares at the photos she took of Dr. Alyan, the Little
League photos all organized and stacked away under the table.
Emily moans.
LARISA
Emily?
LARISA (CONT’D)
Emily...it’s okay, baby. It’s okay.
49.
DOCTOR
We can’t pinpoint the direct cause
of infant botulism but...
Larisa turns to see his MOTHER, 30s. The mother smiles and
then points to the camera.
SOCCER MOM
Look at the camera, Caden!
Inhale.
Exhale.
SNAP.
She pauses for a police van to make its way past and crosses
toward Ocean Parkway.
Waits.
Waits.
No one.
CLAIRE
Taxes I can deal with next spring.
God only knows what that’ll entail.
Everything else is covered with
Nina. Mortuary, death certificates.
Larisa nods.
LARISA
Thank you.
(beat)
It’s what she wouldn’t have wanted.
CLAIRE
Right here’s fine, thanks.
Claire slides her card through as Larisa exits with Emily and
heads toward the cab’s trunk.
FANS, many in Mets gear, jostle past on their way to the park
as a plane from nearby LaGuardia flies low above them.
LARISA
They’ll never let us bring it in.
52.
Nods.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Keep your eyes peeled, you’re
supposed to have permits for this
shit.
Claire and Larisa sit with Emily high in the bleachers way up
the third base line in a sparsely attended section.
CLAIRE
I should have brought a book.
LARISA
I want to go back to Gaza for those
photos.
LARISA (CONT’D)
You could help me get them
out...publish them.
CLAIRE
I don’t want you developing a self-
destructive streak like your
mother.
Pause.
LARISA
Our mother.
CLAIRE
Hmm.
Silence.
53.
LARISA
They didn’t take her wallet.
CLAIRE
What?
LARISA
Whoever stabbed her. They took the
watch off her wrist but...she kept
her wallet and her phone in her
jacket.
CLAIRE
She was killed in a public space,
they probably rushed.
LARISA
That’s what the detective told me.
ANNOUNCER
Now batting, shortstop, Francisco
Lindor.
CLAIRE
I want to stay with you a few
weeks. I can work from home and
look after Emily while you...
LARISA
While I what?
CLAIRE
Willow still wants you at Robin
Hood. Or maybe you should move to
Washington. God knows I’m
connected.
LARISA
Mama’s apartment is rent
controlled.
CLAIRE
Jesus, Kitten, I can get you jobs
at two dozen different places that
would have you never worrying about
rent control again.
54.
LARISA
Would you watch Emily if I went
back to Gaza?
CLAIRE
No, Larisa. I wouldn’t.
Silence.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
My friend David met you in Tel
Aviv. He was impressed.
LARISA
David?
CLAIRE
With USAID.
LARISA
I wasn’t aware you knew each other.
CLAIRE
The foreign policy landscape’s a
pretty small world. You’ll be
shocked to know there isn’t exactly
a cavalcade of people pining to
dedicate their lives to Middle East
policy.
LARISA
He checked my camera.
CLAIRE
Probably for your own good. He’s a
great guy, really sweet.
LARISA
You should marry him.
CLAIRE
Don’t be a brat.
LARISA
I’m being serious.
CLAIRE
I’m checked in until Friday. I can
move my stuff over that afternoon.
Deal?
55.
Long pause.
LARISA
Sure.
CLAIRE
This’ll be good. You need the help.
You need the sleep.
LARISA
Mama said I had a blind spot with
you.
CLAIRE
Oh?
LARISA
Because I thought you understood
me. Understood what I wanted from
the world.
CLAIRE
You and I want the same things, I
just recognize how to go about them
in a practical fashion.
CLAIRE
David’s in town next week. I’ll
have him over, okay?
Larisa nods.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
And I’ll see you real soon.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
So they still don’t know what
caused the botulism?
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Terrifying. But you dodged a
bullet, huh?
56.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Alright, I still gotta cab it to
Manhattan so...
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Everything will get better. I
promise.
She rounds a corner and passes the RIOT Art Wall, pushing her
way toward...
Nina’s blood.
LARISA
That’s what they did to grandma.
Larisa rides the 6 Train with Emily north through the Bronx.
SUBWAY ANNOUNCER
Westchester Square East. Tremont
Avenue.
She holds a cell phone to her ear and we hear Claire’s voice.
CLAIRE (O.S.)
Larisa, I haven’t heard from you.
I’m still planning on coming over
tomorrow by 2. Call me. Please.
She sees a bus approaching and drops her phone on the street.
THOMAS
No cap, the window’s fucked up but
I got it taped real good and it
runs clean.
LARISA
Eighteen hundred?
THOMAS
Bless.
A rest stop off the 1-90 in Ohio. The sort of roadside oasis
with a Starbucks and Burger King plus a food mart selling
shirts with American flags printed on the front.
58.
STARBUCKS EMPLOYEE
You can’t sleep in here!
Gasps.
Nods.
And rises from the table, pushing Emily along as she makes
for the exit.
Morning now.
Larisa stands with the trunk open, Emily laid out in back,
baby powder at her side.
INT/EXT. JEEP
OPERATOR (O.S.)
The mailbox for the number you have
dialed is full.
Larisa clicks the screen off and drops the phone on the
passenger seat.
Chu-chu-chuh.
Chu-chu-chuh.
Pause.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
She pulls Emily from her stroller, sits her on her lap.
Bounces her.
Bottle in mouth.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
MCDONALD’S EMPLOYEE
We have a 30-minute limit, ma’am!
CONCIERGE
...and with tax it would be 126 for
the night.
Pause.
LARISA
Do you have duct tape by any
chance?
Larisa, bundled in her Mets jacket and wool hat, pulls Emily
from her stroller and steadies her beside a willow tree on
the banks of the Mississippi.
A small marina sits to their side and the Holiday Inn Express
rises at their back.
LARISA
That’s the Mississippi. When you’re
older, I’ll read you Huckleberry
Finn.
LARISA (CONT’D)
This is my first time seeing it,
too.
OPERATOR (O.S.)
The mailbox for the number you have
dialed is full.
She drops her arm from her ear, wincing a little and rolling
her shoulder around.
Larisa slides into the Jeep and looks back at Emily in her
carseat.
LARISA
I guess we’re gonna be a surprise.
She smiles.
LARISA
Mark Twain became an anti-
imperialist. Took him a while but
he got there. That’s what your mama
is.
LARISA (CONT’D)
An-ti-im-pe-ri-a-list. It’s a
lonely road, Emily.
Highway 44 westbound.
The Jeep sits at the side of the highway, smoke still wafting
from under the hood.
LARISA
How much damage?
Larisa nods.
LARISA
Eighteen hundred.
LARISA
What about scrapping it?
He shrugs.
64.
LARISA
Is there a...a Walmart or a
supermarket nearby?
A PARADE is in progress.
FAMILY PORTRAITS
$5
INSTANT!
HUSBAND
Oh, these are fantastic.
(to his wife)
Look at this one.
65.
Dusk.
Larisa leads Emily down the road where a small pen with five
ponies promises:
Pony Rides!
$7
LARISA
Okay, fine.
Larisa walks beside one of the ponies making its slow way
around a circle, holding Emily up in the small saddle.
Larisa pulls her jacket from the shopping cart and throws it
on.
Crouches.
SNAP.
SNAP.
LARISA
Five dollars.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Deadbeat.
66.
FESTIVAL GUIDE
Welcome to the Chief Sarcoxie Days
Festival! How may I help you?
LARISA
Hello...I was wondering if there
were any buses out of town. Heading
west. A Greyhound?
FESTIVAL GUIDE
Oh...I’m sorry, no. You’d have to
go to Joplin. Or maybe it’s in
Duenweg now.
LARISA
Duenweg?...How far is Duenweg?
FESTIVAL GUIDE
Mmmm, 20, 25 miles. It’s west of
here.
LARISA
Do you have...cabs, or...?
FESTIVAL GUIDE
This late? Maybe from Carthage. But
they’d charge for the whole trip.
LARISA
I see...
(beat)
How cold is it supposed to be
tonight?
FESTIVAL GUIDE
Shouldn’t get much colder than
this.
Larisa nods...
LARISA
Not if you...offered me a ride by
any chance.
FESTIVAL GUIDE
Honey, you wouldn’t be in this
position if you replaced
methamphetamine with God.
LARISA
(to Emily)
What’s more dangerous, walking 25
miles at night alone with an infant
or hitchhiking?
Larisa walks over to the window, crouches down, pulls out her
map and looks it over in the limited light.
She checks the map, sees nothing in the darkness and makes a
right down the road.
68.
Larisa leaves the cart and stroller by the roadside and steps
down a slight slope.
She drops her jeans and underwear and crouches down to pee.
LARISA
Oh, Jesus.
The high beams hit Larisa and the truck slows just enough for
the driver to get a look before speeding back up as it passes
her.
Larisa finishes.
And jeans.
Jokingly sticks her thumb out with the truck now well past.
LARISA
Be nice. Our night was longer than
yours.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Kitty cat. Remember? Kitty cat?
EMILY
Kitty.
LARISA
Kitty!
69.
EMILY
(barely audible)
Kitty.
As she pushes Emily and the shopping cart forward again, she
does so with more energy.
Larisa pushes and pulls past the pumps and toward the
entrance.
She looks over at a LONE WOMAN, early 20s, working the ticket
counter.
LARISA
Excuse me?
LARISA (CONT’D)
What’s today’s date?
GREYHOUND CLERK
Uh...September 9th.
LARISA
Thank you.
LARISA
Happy birthday to you...happy
birthday to you. Happy birthday
dear Emilyyyy. Happy birthday to
you.
She walks close beside a DAY LABORER, 30s, his wife beside
them.
LARISA
Thank you so much, truly.
The laborer tips his sweat-stained hat, his wife smiles and
they make their way toward the bus.
Larisa lifts Emily from the stroller and breaks it down with
one hand, a technique well-practiced in her year of
motherhood.
She gathers the duffel bag and moves toward the bus beside
THREE COLLEGE AGE GIRLS, one tanned and dressed in boho chic,
another heavier and wearing an ASU hoodie and a third in
leggings with a Disney World sweatshirt.
ASU GIRL 1
...I’m looking after you! When you
gain weight, it’s a bitch to lose
and then you get saggy ski-
ASU GIRL 2
-Fuck off!
ASU GIRL 1
-Imagine calling your dad for,
like, 12 grand so some surgeon can
lop off this flabby tent hanging
above your pussy.
71.
ASU GIRL 2
Fuck off!
ASU GIRL 3
Daze, don’t be cunty just because
you wrecked the car.
ASU GIRL 1
I didn’t know brakes needed fluid!
LARISA
(to Emily)
If you’re gonna end up like that,
let me know now so I can stop
trying to evade death.
Or trying to sleep.
Larisa sits wide awake with Emily in her lap, eyes out the
window staring out at the black expanse.
Quiet.
Until...
A PASSENGER SCREAMS.
Larisa has a camera bag around her shoulder and the portable
crib leaning against Emily’s stroller. No other bag at her
feet.
72.
SCRAGGLY MAN
Hey! They say when the next one’s
coming? I was taking a leak.
LARISA
4 more hours.
SCRAGGLY MAN
Jesus Christ.
SOBBING PASSENGER
Everything burned up! Everything!
LARISA
I don’t know if awful things keep
happening to us because I’m a
target or because we’re just poor.
ASU GIRL 2
The first bus caught fire!
ASU GIRL 1
And the car is still in Missouri!
ASU GIRL 4
Oh my goddddd.
They hug and all stagger out toward the entrance while Larisa
emerges, pushing Emily, lugging her camera bag and crib while
a DOZEN other passengers brush past her with hurried steps.
LARISA
Well, Emily, we need to go 4.8 more
miles and it’s 102 degrees outside.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Feel like walking?
LARISA (CONT’D)
Me neither.
Waits.
OPERATOR
We’re sorry, the number you have
dia-
Larisa sets her bags down by the stroller and wanders close
to the residence, squinting at the street number on the
house.
LARISA
Don’t go anywhere.
Back.
To the house.
Notice
To
Vacate
She knocks.
She tries looking through the window but the blinds are
drawn.
Another knock.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Ready for one more walk?
LARISA (CONT’D)
You know, I’m doing most of the
work here.
She sighs.
Sits.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Let’s give it another hour.
Another knock.
Knock.
Knock.
LARISA
What the hell.
Nothing.
LARISA (CONT’D)
That would have been too easy.
Larisa lies back, head on one of her bags placed against the
outside wall of the house.
Then:
The door opens and HUSTON KING, 60s, emerges with a trash
bag. He looks awful.
HUSTON
What?
LARISA
Dad.
Silence.
HUSTON
Nina dead?
Another beat.
LARISA
How did you know?
HUSTON
Figure if you came looking for me,
it’s because you got no one else.
Sorry, I...it’s better to ignore
knocking. Usually.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
That your, uh...
Larisa nods.
LARISA
Emily.
LARISA
May I have a glass of water?
HUSTON
Yeah, just grab a cup in there. Use
the uh, the tap. I gotta hit the
store.
She lets the kitchen faucet run, the water changing color
from brown to clear.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Hey, go easy. We got a drought.
Larisa places her cup under the faucet and fills it to the
top.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Your mother couldn’t figure out
that I wasn’t some revolutionary. I
just wanted new experiences and
cheap drugs.
LARISA
She said you were a good
journalist. Admitted it, under
duress.
HUSTON
I did more cheap drugs than good
journalism.
(beat)
You need money?
Larisa returns.
LARISA
What?
HUSTON
I’m putting together this land deal
for some Russians. You’re a
photographer, right?
Larisa nods.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Yeah, I don’t have my camera any
more and the phone...
(beat)
I can pay you two hundred bucks to
go down there and get me some
decent shots.
78.
LARISA
Where is it?
HUSTON
Far enough out that I don’t want to
do it.
LARISA
I want to...I don’t want to leave
Emi-
HUSTON
-She’d be the third kid I looked
after.
Pause.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
How far back do your memories go?
LARISA
Far enough.
Long silence.
HUSTON
I’m not...I’ve been sober 11 years.
LARISA
Congratulations.
HUSTON
We supposed to hug or something?
LARISA
We don’t have to.
Pause.
HUSTON
Okay.
HUSTON
Hey, uh...you got any cash?
Larisa nods.
79.
LARISA
Some.
HUSTON
How much? You gotta throw some gas
in there.
LARISA
I have 160 dollars left.
HUSTON
Yeah, you’ll be alright.
Larisa slides into the low seat and stares over the dash.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Don’t uh...I lost the title for
this thing a while back, so...don’t
speed or anything.
Stops.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Oh and...
HUSTON (CONT’D)
If you’re spending the night...
(beat)
Pick up a sleeping bag. Or an air
mattress or whatever. I don’t...
LARISA
Okay.
HUSTON
Grab some water on the road! It
gets hotter’n hell out there!
80.
Check Engine.
Inhale.
Exhale.
101 degrees.
SNAP.
SNAP.
SNAP.
SNAP.
Guzzles.
Stares a moment.
SNAP.
SNAP.
Waits.
Chop.
Chop.
Chop.
Getting closer.
Getting louder.
CHOP.
CHOP.
CHOP.
SCREAMS as the chopper blades cut through air and drown out
any sound she can make.
Chop.
CHOP.
CHOP.
Almost night, the last sliver of sun just above the highest
surrounding peaks.
SOLDIER 1
We just needed to make sure you
weren’t a Chinese spy.
SOLDIER 2
Or a Russian.
SOLDIER 1
Fuckin Russians, always tryin to
spy on our precious dry lake beds.
More laughter.
83.
SOLDIER 3
Wait, what was that name on her
license?
SOLDIER 3 (CONT’D)
Larisa Chernov.
SOLDIER 2
Uh-oh, sounds suspicious.
SOLDIER 1
Might have to postpone getting
fucked up tonight so we can bring
her in.
Pause.
SOLDIER 1 (CONT’D)
What a stupid fuckin job.
SOLDIER 1 (CONT’D)
Yeah, so rule of thumb for the
future. When there’s a No
Trespassing sign...
SOLDIER 1 (CONT’D)
That means you’re not supposed to
trespass.
Larisa nods.
LARISA
So...
SOLDIER 1
Yeah?
LARISA
...who owns this, this land?
Pause. Smile.
SOLDIER 1
The United States Army, sweetheart.
84.
Checks in.
Larisa shuts off the shower and looks down to see her feet in
five inches of grimy water.
Nothing.
No bed.
85.
No one inside.
Turns around.
Lies down.
Open.
86.
Closed.
Chop.
Chop.
Louder.
A GASP.
...as Larisa thrusts her body upward off the Mets jacket,
breathing heavy and quick.
A look up.
Huston drags a floor fan into the living room and props it up
on a cheap folding table.
HUSTON
I bought a piece of shit bit of
land a while back.
He turns the fan on and holds his hand out for a moment.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Something that has a name on it.
But I sell this.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
All these fuckin Russians I knew,
they want to develop in the US.
(MORE)
87.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Safe place to park their money,
avoid sanctions...
He holds up a photo.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
So we send these out asking for a
deposit that’s cheaper than what it
would cost for them to fly out and
look at it.
LARISA
And when they do look at it?
Huston smiles.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a series of IDs, all
bearing photos of himself but different states.
Different names.
HUSTON
They start asking for someone who
doesn’t exist. And we’re out of
here.
Ohio.
Thomas Levy.
LARISA
It sounds awfully half-assed. Have
you done this before?
Pause.
HUSTON
No. Not at this le-...look, the
bottom fell out of the work I was
doing. And once I moved back to the
Ol US of A and stopped trying to
lay pipe to reds, my priorities
shifted.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
I can get you one of these. A few.
You said you’re hiding out.
(MORE)
88.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Why not just become...Jennifer
Weiss or whatever?
LARISA
In terms of personal safety,
scamming Russian developers feels
like a lateral move.
HUSTON
Hey. No one’s paying me to write
about the false promises of NATO
any more. Do you have any idea how
women treat guys my age when we
don’t have any money?
HUSTON (CONT’D)
You’re looking at me like your
mother used to.
No movement.
Huston grabs the fan and heaves it against the wall, leaving
a crack and sending the fan crashing to the ground.
HUSTON
Nice thing about living in a
shithole is you can crack your wall
and it doesn’t look any worse.
He tries smiling.
89.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Let’s go out. I owe you...Have a
good...you know. Get out of here.
Get out of the heat. I’ll find you
something to wear.
LARISA
What about Emily?
HUSTON
Bring her! They got daycare.
LARISA
What’s got daycare?
HUSTON
That’s a push, alright.
LARISA
No, thank you.
HUSTON
Sure, we’ll be here a while, right?
HUSTON (CONT’D)
Seagrams 7. Straight.
GAMBLER (O.C.)
Heineken, thanks.
(beat)
But she bought at a bad time, the
market was already inflated.
90.
DEALER (O.C.)
No bet?
GAMBLER 2 (O.C.)
So is it underwater?
HUSTON
She’s flashing a five so I’ll
double down.
GAMBLER (O.C.)
Maybe, she won’t say.
(beat)
Ouch.
GAMBLER 2 (O.C.)
You’re getting a lot of low cards.
GAMBLER (O.C.)
I can get away with it. My house
isn’t underwater.
HUSTON (O.C.)
You can’t, I mean, she pulled a
five...Hey, we get screwed like
that, it means we’re due.
GAMBLER 2 (O.C.)
The market’s strange, though. Very
little goes up but every sale is an
absolute killing.
HUSTON (O.C.)
Okay, now I gotta...I gotta split.
91.
GAMBLER (O.C.)
That’s what the book says.
HUSTON (O.C.)
I don’t need a fucking book.
(beat)
Here, blow on these.
She blows out the thinnest wisp of air before they clink on
the table.
GAMBLER 2 (O.C.)
I mean, the low property taxes
help, too.
GAMBLER 1 (O.C.)
My brother’s moving back here. Says
San Francisco’s a shit hole.
GAMBLER 2 (O.C.)
Well, they cater to drug addicts.
Then.
HUSTON
Ouch.
LARISA
I need to use the bathroom.
HUSTON
Fine.
GAMBLER (O.C.)
I think you’re bad luck, honey.
Huston laughs.
HUSTON
Yeah, take your time, Claire.
LARISA
It’s Lari-
Dusk.
Larisa scrubs water into her face above the sink, pushing her
hands up and through her hair.
Exhale.
Larisa exits the bathroom and moves back toward the casino
floor.
Pulls it out.
Opens it.
No cash.
She dives back into her bag, rooting quickly through the
limited items.
Still no cash.
HUSTON
Thanks.
93.
LARISA
I’m missing 70 dollars. It’s all I
had left.
GAMBLER 2 (O.C.)
No, she had fillers.
HUSTON
Yeah, I needed it.
GAMBLER 1 (O.C.)
Were you thinking of getting them?
GAMBLER 1 (O.C.)
What, by the, uh...
GAMBLER 2 (O.C.)
Yeah. I got those shots taken in
2016.
GAMBLER 2 (O.C.)
Do people want to buy a house from
some geriatric?
LARISA
Okay.
GAMBLER 1
I don’t know...
GAMBLER 2
No, you’re supposed to say, “Linda,
you’re not a geriatric.”
HUSTON
SHIT.
GAMBLER 1 (O.C.)
Sorry, I’ve had a few. I’m not as
quick.
94.
HUSTON
(to the Dealer)
Can we stay until I get another
drink?
(beat)
Thanks.
Night.
HUSTON
Walk doesn’t cost anything.
Silence.
LARISA
You told me you were sober.
HUSTON
Yeah, and then you showed up.
Figure it out.
Larisa stops.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
What?
LARISA
We can’t take the car.
HUSTON
Why not?
LARISA
Because I have to drive.
Huston shrugs.
HUSTON
I’ll hold the kid.
LARISA
No.
HUSTON
I can hold the k-
95.
Larisa erupts.
LARISA
I DON’T WANT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON
HER.
Silence.
Lobby.
Silence.
Silence.
HUSTON
I’m sorry.
Silence.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
I--
Silence.
HUSTON (CONT’D)
I just didn’t need the reminder.
Burner in hand.
Staring.
96.
Dialing.
Waiting.
LARISA
(into the phone)
Hi.(...)Yes.
Inhale.
Exhale.
LARISA (CONT’D)
I need you to come get me.
Inhale.
Claire prepares to pull off the curb and back onto the road.
LARISA
Do you want to...say anything to
dad?
CLAIRE
No.
CLAIRE
I was hurt.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
You acted like I was trying to have
you killed.
LARISA
You haven’t seen what I’ve seen.
CLAIRE
Well, I considered that. It’s why I
rushed out to the Arizona boonies
to pick you up despite being made
to feel like a Deep State Assassin
by my own baby sister.
LARISA
I’m sorry.
CLAIRE
I think you just need a break,
kitten. And some sleep.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Why do their fries still suck?
CLAIRE
I want you to take the day off. I
signed Emily up for our daycare and
I’m bringing her to work with me.
LARISA
RAND has infant care?
CLAIRE
How do you think they entice bright
young women to dedicate their lives
to evil?
Claire smiles.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Borrow one of my suits. Go surfing.
We actually have waves out here.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Have fun. I know, novel concept.
SURF EMPLOYEE
Just bring it back by six.
LARISA
Thanks...
Paddles out, sun high and the Santa Monica pier jutting out
nearby.
Bails out.
A smile.
CLAIRE
We decided to walk down Ocean
Avenue.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
You’ve got a popular little girl,
here.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
What are you working on?
LARISA
Trying to contact some friends in
Gaza about getting back in.
CLAIRE
I didn’t think you were still...
(beat)
Larisa, I think you need to let go
for a while.
LARISA
You speak as if I have a choice.
100.
CLAIRE
I--I think you lose the right to
live your life a certain way once
you have a child.
LARISA
I agree with you.
She picks Emily from the stroller and holds her, walking out
of the room.
CLAIRE
We did find a sitter. Not that
Larisa let go easy.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Wait...
(beat)
Larisa!
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Here’s my baby sister.
IVY
We are in love with Emily.
Larisa smiles.
JOSH
We make Claire march her around
before she drops her off at
daycare.
CLAIRE
You made it!
101.
JOSH
So you work with UNICEF?
LARISA
Sometimes...freelance contracts.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Are you...with RAND?
JOSH
No...I think you and I are the rare
exceptions.
(beat)
I’m actually with a venture capital
group. Anthos. I’m heading their
cryptocurrency portfolio.
LARISA
Oh...
JOSH
Claire said you’re into the
whole...antiwar...space.
LARISA
Yes...the antiwar space. That’s me.
JOSH
That’s awesome. So awesome.
Crypto’s really interesting because
it has potential to disrupt the
dollar and really transform the
global landscape for entities
outside the G7 zone.
JOSH (CONT’D)
Hey, Ivy!
JOSH (CONT’D)
Claire’s sister works with UNICEF!
IVY
Oh, right! The public sector!
JOSH
You know, I’ve got a place in
Venice. We can walk.
He looks down.
JOSH (CONT’D)
I love that you wore sneakers. Low
maintenance.
LARISA
No, I-
LARISA (CONT’D)
I’d rather be home with-
JOSH
-Here’s my card. And that first
number-
JOSH (CONT’D)
...is my cell. Do you have a card?
I can call you.
LARISA
No, I’m sorry. Nice talking to you.
Larisa walks away and Josh opts not to follow, only calling
out:
JOSH
You should get some. It never hurts
to brand yourself on the fly!
Inhale.
Exhale.
CLAIRE
My crusading Marxist sister is at
loose ends.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Can you find her something?
DAVID POWERS
I don’t know...I don’t think she’ll
work for USAID.
CLAIRE
What would it take for you to stop
photographing war zones?
LARISA
For there to be no more war zones.
CLAIRE
That might be awhile, Kitten.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
So.
(serious voice)
David Powers.
(MORE)
104.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Will you leave government and join
us here at the RAND Corporation?
David smiles.
DAVID POWERS
I dunno, Santa Monica rents are
pretty steep on one income.
CLAIRE
Maybe we can figure something out.
Claire waits for a blue bus to pass before she trots across
the street toward Larisa.
CLAIRE
I changed out of my shoes so we can
walk home.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
I never noticed this.
(beat)
I have news you might like.
LARISA
Is RAND insolvent?
CLAIRE
Set your hopes on possibilities
that might actually happen.
(beat)
David’s going to get you back into
Gaza.
LARISA
What?
CLAIRE
The State Department’s taking a new
task with Israel.
(MORE)
105.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
He says he can give you a full
military escort inside.
LARISA
You’ll publish my shots? The
assassination?
CLAIRE
I might want to avoid the
appearance of conflict on national
television but...somebody will.
(beat)
You might win a Pulitzer, Kitten.
That’ll be good for the ol’ CV.
LARISA
Will the U.S. stop sending weapons?
CLAIRE
As a result of some photographs?
Probably not. But...the tide may be
turning.
(beat)
I wasn’t going to help you go back
there but David said you’ll have
all the protection he gets.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
C’mon, I already ordered Thai and
David’s on his way. He’ll tell you
all about it.
She starts toward home as Larisa nods, then gives one last
look at the inscription at the sculpture’s base:
She hears light giggling and moves toward the edge of:
LARISA
Your dad noticed me because I was
wearing a Mets hat. In his spare
time, he coached a women’s baseball
team in Gaza.
LARISA (V.O.)
They played with tennis balls on
soccer fields.
LARISA (V.O.)
They’d been at it for three months,
playing games against each other,
figuring out the rules.
LARISA (V.O.)
He’d never been to a professional
baseball game, he just watched
videos. He knew all the American
logos.
One woman tries to leg out a grounder, her hat flying off
while she runs through first base.
She shouts, laughs, grabs her head with two hands and goes
running back off to find it.
LARISA (V.O.)
So I told him about David Wright.
And Jacob DeGrom. And Thor. That
was in...2017. When we first met.
LARISA (V.O.)
The last time I saw him...the last
time...he told me he was going to
coach a men’s team playing in the
West Asia Baseball Cup.
LARISA (V.O.)
He’d been a great athlete. Baseball
and soccer. And then an Israeli
soldier shot him through a border
fence.
LARISA (V.O.)
He’d never held a gun in his life.
He was an Education Officer for the
United Nations Relief & Works
Agency.
LARISA
And he coached a women’s baseball
team.
LARISA
After they shot him, he couldn’t
take a step without pain. Then
Israel killed him last year. A
month before you were born.
LARISA (CONT’D)
And I don’t want you to ever wonder
why I didn’t do more to stop the
violence.
DAVID POWERS
It’ll be a coordinated leak. That
means I’m working under the
directive of the National Security
Council.
Larisa nods.
LARISA
Will I be anonymous?
DAVID POWERS
You can choose to remain-
LARISA
-I don’t want to be.
CLAIRE
Did I come through or what?
Larisa smiles.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
What did Churchill say, “The United
States can always be relied upon to
do the right thing — having first
exhausted all possible
alternatives”?
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Sorry, Kitten, I don’t know any
quotes from Tito.
DAVID POWERS
I’ve wanted a change in U.S. policy
with Israel, believe me. We just
needed public sentiment to shift.
Claire grabs his hand and he pulls her body close to his
while Larisa kisses Emily’s forehead.
LARISA
I love you.
LARISA (CONT’D)
Be good for your auntie.
CLAIRE
She’s ALWAYS good, aren’t you?
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
This will be so fantastic for your
career, Larisa.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Wave bye to mama! Bye bye!
Larisa lifts a single hand back as David leads her toward the
Continental.
He works on a laptop.
DAVID POWERS
The United States is much more
democratic than you might believe.
LARISA
Excuse me?
DAVID POWERS
Activists...you assume that because
our government acts in ways you
oppose, the U.S. isn’t democratic.
That’s just narcissism. We’ve
supported Israel with weapons and
rhetoric because most American
voters supported Israel. Or they
were indifferent.
LARISA
And now?
DAVID POWERS
I’m a servant of the American
public. And I’m taking you into
Gaza because of what that public
wants.
David, the USAID Staffer and Larisa pass into the lobby of
the Hilton Tel Aviv, a 5-star colossus on the beach.
Larisa stares out the window of her hotel, down at the sands
and waters.
DAVID POWERS
You should go down. Great surf.
LARISA
Maybe.
Pause.
DAVID POWERS
I’ll come by at 9 tomorrow. We
won’t be in Gaza for long.
LARISA
I’ll be ready.
DAVID POWERS
UNICEF ever put you up in a place
like this?
LARISA
No.
DAVID POWERS
We’re going to be accompanied by an
IDF unit. They think you’re here to
collect footage of Hamas operating
within the UNRWA offices.
LARISA
Did they ask why I’d leave it in
Gaza?
112.
DAVID POWERS
I just said something about how you
were afraid of being raped by
Hamas.
LARISA
That’s it?
David shrugs.
DAVID POWERS
That’s all they needed to hear.
Dusk.
DAVID POWERS
The offices were closed because of
aid freezes.
LARISA
Permanent?
DAVID POWERS
We’ll see.
(beat)
But your work will be backed up by
the U.S. State Department. In
Washington. In Jerusalem. And on
the floor of the U.N.
LARISA
Thank you.
David smiles.
DAVID POWERS
I need to make a call.
He calls out to two IDF guards, armed and posted outside one
of the Plasans.
One nods.
A door SLAMS.
Larisa turns around to see the the convoy speed away, Israeli
Plasans and Cadillacs all leaving.
No David.
Empty.
LARISA
Hello?
(Arabic)
Hello?
Inhale.
Exhale.
Nothing.
She dials.
Nothing.
Opens.
A photo taken with a zoom lens showing Dr. Alyan inside the
apartment.
Pauses at something.
Stares.
Silence.
Inhale.
Exhale.
It whirs on.
In color.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Hands steady.
SNAP.
SNAP.
SNAP.
FADE TO BLACK.