Wadjda Page #6

CONTRACTOR (CONT’D)

All day and only one pillar? 5 men

working and I get only one pillar?

He slaps one of them on his neck.

CONTRACTOR (CONT’D)

Go to car go.. We have to finish

working on the other building.

He stuffs the workers onto the back of the truck. Some of the

workers put wet towels on their heads to avoid the unbearable

heat.

12.

16 EXT. THE NEIGHBORHOOD STREETS - DAY 16

Wajda’s sneakers kick up small clouds of dust as she heads

home. Green bushes have just been planted on the side of the

road. She leans over and smells them. She smiles and picks

the leaves off, one by one.

17 INT. WAJDA'S ROOM - DAY 17

Wajda sits at her desk with her money out in front of her.

The green leaves are now sorted into small plastic bags to

the side. She writes "500 Riyals" on a piece of paper and

draws a chart underneath. She sorts the notes and counts

them.

WAJDA:

10 riyals, 15 riyals, 17, 18, 19,

20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25 riyals.

She writes "25 Riyals" on the chart. Then Wajda sits on the

floor with her foot extended and wraps strings around her big

toe making woven bracelets. She checks a list of girls' names

and football teams.

She hears the DOOR opening and goes to meet her Mother.

18 INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY 18

Wajda's Mother's face is puffy and red. She falls down on the

couch exhausted, removes her veil and fans herself with it.

Her hair loks messy but full of ribbons and curls.

Wajda turns on the air conditioner, grinning. Her Mother

looks at her as she struggles to lift herself from the couch.

MOTHER (O.S.)

I don't like this look. What are

you up to?

WAJDA:

(excited)

I'm going to buy a bicycle to

race Abdullah Al Hanofi!

MOTHER:

Three hours in the car without AC!

I swear this commute is going to

kill me and you tell me bicycle?

She takes off her shoes and black socks, rubbing her feet.

13.

MOTHER (CONT’D)

Absolutely forget about getting

a bicycle. Have you ever seen any

girl riding a bicycle? (pause)

I'd rather sell fruit down at the

hospital than go on this hideous

trip every day!

Wajda makes a face and stomps off to her room. Her Mother

goes to her bedroom and picks up a man's dirty blue uniform

from the floor.

19 EXT. THE NEIGHBORHOOD STREETS - DAY 19

Wajda hurries off through the gate of a house.

20 INT. LIVING ROOM OF WAJDA'S GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE - DAY 20

She enters and finds her GRANDMOTHER, an overweight woman in

her 60’s, watching TV, the remote in her hand.

GRANDMOTHER:

(surprised)

Wajda! What are you doing here so

early?

Wajda smiles. She goes up and kisses her forehead.

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