Belief

Eli: Did you get blinded by the war or the sun after?

Claudia: I was like this since birth, I was lucky, I was already used to living like this

Eli: I like the perfume

Claudia: Its just shampoo but thank you

Carnegie: Is he staying?

Solara: We didn't do much talking.

Claudia: Solara honey, eat something.

Solara: Mom, give me your hand. Close your eyes. Mom, trust me... Dear Lord.

[Carnegie freezes where he is sitting, listening intently]

Solara: We thank you for our food. Thank you for my mother. Thank you for the roof over our heads and our new friends. And, uh... Well, I guess that's all for now.

Carnegie: Amen. That's the word you're looking for, Amen. That's how you stop. You said you didn't talk much. But did he do any reading?... I asked you a question.

Claudia: Bill, don't.

Carnegie: You, shut your mouth.

[Solara still says nothing. Carnegie grabs Claudia by her hair, pulling her head back until she screams in pain]

Carnegie: You're hurting your mother, Solara. He said he read every day. Did he?

Solara: Stop it!

Carnegie: [yanking Claudia off her chair and forcing her to her knees, still pulling her hair] Your mother would like you to tell me.

Solara: [getting very scared] I don't know! I don't know... Yes, okay! Yes, yes, he was reading.

Carnegie: What kind of book was he reading?

Solara: I don't know. I don't know! An old leather one.

Carnegie: And?

Solara: I don't know, it had some kind of thing on the front of it.

Carnegie: Show me.

Solara: I need you to let her go.

Carnegie: [shouting] Show me!

[Solara fearfully puts her fingers together into a cross]