INT. INSIDE THE FARMHOUSE - DAY
At a counter near the stove, Louis's Papa, in his vigorous 60's is chopping vegetables. He glances up, gives Avner a quick, appraising glance, waves him over and continues with his cooking.
PAPA
Louis says you're a cook.
AVNER
I... I know how to cook.
PAPA
You'll help me. You bring these...
He hands Avner a big metal bowl filled with kidneys. He points to the sink.
PAPA (CONT'D)
There.
Avner brings the bowl to the sink, turns on the tap. Papa hurries over, nudges Avner out of the way, turns off the tap. He gestures with the large knife he's holding.
PAPA (CONT'D)
No!. Don't wash! It will taste like boiled sponge.
AVNER
Then why put them in the sink?
PAPA
If the juice spurts out, it's big mess, the whole
kitchen smells like piss. Peel off the fat.
He dexterously peels of a kidney's thin membrance of fat.
PAPA (CONT'D)
Let me see your hands.
Avner shows Papa his hands.
PAPA (CONT'D)
Too big for a good cook! That was my problem
too.
Papa holds his right hand up, flat against Avner's.
PAPA (CONT'D)
I'd have been a master, but I have thick stupid
butcher's hands, like yours. We are tragic men.
Butcher's hands, gentle souls.
He tousle's Avner's hair, gently, affectionately slaps his face.
Across the room, Louis is watching their exchange.
