She hesitantly puts her hand on the man’s shoulder and
tries to wake him up. The man doesn’t make any
movement.
MONA
Sir. Hello Sir! You should wake up. I will call for help.
The Beiruti man doesn’t move. She brings herself closer.
Oh he smells like trash!
MONA
(her face shrinks with disgust)
MONA
Sir. Do you hear me?
(She brings her head closer to his face.)
I can’t hear his breathing.
LISA
Dear girl, this human is not here.
Mona touches the man’s hand to check his pulse.
Nothing. She quickly moves him and places her head on
his heart. Suddenly she lurches to her feet.
He’s dead. He’s dead!
MONA
Lisa moves closer to Mona.
That must be his wife.
MONA
Mona take a few hesitant steps towards a Beiruti woman
who lies right next to the Beiruti man. She bends down to
touch her then changes her mind.
MONA
Ahhh! I hate telling a human that their loved one died.
Mona suffers with the idea and hesitates.