(Her phone rings. It’s her husband). F...

(Her phone rings. It’s her husband).

Faith: Hello dear. Ooh, I’ve just discovered a quaint, new café on the East side… And guess what it’s called… Oh, you’re at home already? Yes, I’ll get tea on the way home… I don’t know… Chicken? How about Thai… or fried… Well, what about roasted?… What about Chinese?... or Chicken Kiev? Well, I know, how about you make tea! I don’t know… how about chicken!

(The old man takes her coffee over to her. She turns around and see him).

Faith: Just put it on the table. (She turns away again).

(The old man then places the coffee cup in the centre of the first table. He then heads back behind the counter and picks up his coffee).

Faith: A weird email? What do you mean “weird?” The subject line says what? “Can you help me find my Faith?” That is weird. Look, just trash it. It’s probably just spam. (Video shows email subject title “Can you help me, find my Faith?”).

No, don’t open it… (Sternly) Don’t you dare… Don’t… You opened it, didn’t you! If you’ve given me a virus, I’m going to chop off your… What do you mean, you can’t read it! Is it not in English? Well, what about “Google Translate!” It could be from one of the children I sponsor overseas? I don’t know… maybe Africa or… the Ukraine? Well, can you see who it’s from? “Tattoo?” Huh, I don’t think I need another tattoo, ha! (Rubs her arm). Oh nothing dear…

(The old man carries his cup of coffee over to the next table. Faith turns around and sees him place it on the table. She smiles at him and continues on the phone. The old man takes off his apron, then takes out his wallet from the apron and places it on the table. He then places the apron on the coat stand).

Faith: …I mean, I think you could safely trash and delete that one!

(The old man sits at the table just as Faith turns and sits at the same time, opposite him (and directly next to the first table).

(They stare at each other).

(The old man signals to her to move to the other table where her coffee is. She frowns and signals back to him).

Faith: (Flustered) No, you move… Shoo… shoo!

(To her husband) What? No, this old man just sat down at my table. (To the old man) Move… Move!

(He looks confused. He points at his coffee).

Faith: Yes… My coffee… Thank you… Now, go away! (To husband) He’s not moving! No, it’s my coffee, he can move.

(She turns away from the old man. He moves the coffee towards himself).

Faith: What do you mean, it could be Russian! (Reflectively) Could it be Ukrainian? Well, it looks like Russian… but it’s… not! I could read it if I saw it.

(Video shows the word “Ukrainian”).

(The old man picks up the cup and is ready to take a sip. She turns back towards him).

Faith: Oui! You’re starting to piss me off… (To husband) Not you dear… well, you are a little.

(She gives him an evil stare and shakes her head at him. He slowly puts the cup back down on the table. She continues to give him an evil stare. He then slowly begins to push the cup towards her. She slowly nods at him).

Faith: Look, don’t worry. I’ll look at it when I get home. I’m sure it’s just junk mail. Maybe my Ukraine birth father? (Becomes angry and loud) For God’s sake, I have spent the best part of 40 years trying to track him down. And he’s probably dead now anyway, thanks to that fucking Russian war. Look, I’m sure he doesn’t care about me now.

(Irritated and begins tapping her heel on the floor) Don’t tell me, I need faith! (The old man suddenly looks at her). …What I need, is… caffeine!

Tatu: Faith?

Faith: (Stops tapping her heel) Oh, the old man speaks!

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