The Friendship Pod Affair

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SETTING
A dusty crossroads between two villages. The sun is setting. Two men—Eitan (Israeli) and Faris (Palestinian)—stand face to face, tension thick between them. A scruffy stray dog, Biscuit, watches from the sidelines, tail flicking.

EITAN:

(clenching fists)

You think you can just walk through here like it's your land?

FARIS:

(arms crossed)

My land? This road belongs to no one. But you won't even look me in the eye.

EITAN:

Maybe because I hate you. I have lost so many people because of you.

FARIS:

I hate you too. You think I haven't lost people too?

(Suddenly, Biscuit lets out a loud sigh and sits between them.)

BISCUIT:

Oh for DOG'S sake. You two are exhausting.

(The men freeze, staring at the dog.)

EITAN:

Did you… just talk?

FARIS:

I think we both inhaled too much dust.

BISCUIT:

Nah. You finally started listening. Lucky you—I got wisdom to drop.

(Biscuit stands, tail wagging.)

BISCUIT (CONT'D):

See, you humans? Always barking, snapping, fighting over invisible lines.
You know what dogs do when we meet?

EITAN:

Uh… sniff each other?

BISCUIT:

BINGO. Because before we fight, we try to understand each other. You?
Just fists and shouting.

FARIS:

What exactly do you want us to do? Sniff each other?

BISCUIT:

Mmm, tempting. But nah. Try this, forget your flags, forget your ancestors for ONE
second. Just ask each other a damn question.

(Silence. The men exchange glances.)

EITAN:

Fine. What's your favorite food?

FARIS:

Hummus.

EITAN:

Mine too.

BISCUIT:

Whoa! A miracle! Somebody call the news!

FARIS:

(smirking)

Okay, my turn. What makes you laugh?

EITAN:

My son when he tries to sing. He's awful.

FARIS:

Same. My daughter sounds like a dying goat.

(They chuckle. Biscuit grins, tongue out.)

BISCUIT:

See that? ONE conversation. No war. No screaming. If a stray mutt can bring peace,
what's stopping you? Hey you guys should go see The Friendship Pod Affair film.
I think you'll love it.

(Eitan and Faris share a long look. The tension dissolves just a little.)

EITAN:

You hungry, Biscuit?

BISCUIT:

Depends. You got hummus?

(Laughter fills the air as they walk off together—three unlikely souls, making peace the way only a
dog could teach.)

FADE TO BLACK.