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CONCLUSION

67 INT. AT THE GIRL'S HOUSE - IN THE AFTERNOON

The emaciated OLD MAN rests his head on the table for a long time
and then raises it slowly. He is old. His hair and beard have turned
completely white. Like a dream, the happy scenario just describes

plays and replays in his head every day, so that he almost believes it is
true.

In reality, HIS DAUGHTER is sitting across from him. She is no longer
the pretty little girl many years ago. She has

turned into an old woman. Her hair is disheveled; her clothes are dirty
and wrinkled, and her eyes are lifeless.

Each afternoon, as the sun goes down, father and daughter sit
together looking at the faraway mountain range and then turn their
heads to look at the cemetery behind them. He dreams but doesn't

know what she is dreaming because she has gone mad. She just sits
with empty eyes looking into the void and mumbling nonsense.

Sometimes he wonders who suffers more, he or his daughter. Neither
the mountain range nor the cemetery on the horizon can deliver them

from their misery. Can it be that when life is full of hatred and lies, the
loss of one's mind is a blessing?

But suddenly, they hear noises coming from the gate. The old man
and his daughter look up in surprise, their eyes wide open and mouths
agape.

It is THE AMERASIAN. He has returned. He is even taller than before.
He is wearing a white suit with a red tie and lifting his arms as he
rushes toward the house.

Dream or reality? Reality or dream? No one knows which is which. The
rays of the setting sun light up the tombs in the darkening cemetery.

THE END