INT. FIELD HOSPITAL – DUSK
The last rays of sunlight pour through a cracked window. Dr. LUKA KOVAC, weary but resolute, tends to a patient. NELLY FURTADO, wearing the simple white coat of a naturopathic doctor, closes her satchel of herbs and remedies. The air smells faintly of cedar and sage.
KOVAC
(quietly, with gratitude)
Thank you, Nelly… not just for these patients, but for helping heal our sick planet.
She glances up, surprised by the weight of his words.
KOVAC (cont’d)
It’s like a rotten fruit… most would throw it away. But inside—there are seeds.
He pauses, choosing his words with care.
KOVAC (cont’d)
One hundred and forty-four thousand seeds. The chosen ones who know how to repair the world. In the Jewish faith… it’s called Tikkun Olam.
Nelly’s eyes soften. She takes a deep breath, as if feeling the enormity of the mission ahead.
NELLY
Then we plant them… together.
Outside, a wind stirs, carrying the scent of rain—like the Earth listening.
