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The scene opens at a bustling railway station as a train screeches to a halt. Passengers spill out into the lively city.

Rachav: (Glancing around) The state has changed a lot in just a few years.

As she tries to cross the road, an impatient motorcycle swerves toward her.

Motorcyclist: Scram, you twigs!

Rachav quickly steps back, raising her hand with a smile.

Rachav: (Cheerfully) LORD bless you, my dear brother!

Nearby, a young lady struggles to steady her terrified grandmother, nearly knocked over by the motorcycle.

Lady: (Shouting after the rider) Go tighten your loose screw! Big Mommy, are you alright?

Elderly Woman: (Struggling to stand) Stella, I told you not to be laying insults on people.

Lady (Stella): It wasn’t an insult — it was advice.

Car horns blare impatiently.

Lady (Stella): Please, bear with us!

Just as she struggles to lift her grandmother, another hand joins hers.

Rachav: May I be of help?

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Later, Rachav Rai enters her small apartment and collapses onto the couch.

Rachav: Oof, today was a hammer. Thank You, Almighty Father, for today. (Yawns) I feel sleepy… Wait!

Her eyes scan the room carefully.

Rachav: I haven’t even familiarized myself with this place yet. {I just came in to drop my suitcase at noon and hurried off to the church.}

She gets up and steps into the bedroom.

Rachav: {Hmm, quite pleasant.}

Moving toward the closet, she opens it eagerly.

Rachav: {A home is never complete without… (swings door open) a closet 🤩 !}

Tying up her hair and wearing a nose mask, she prepares to do some setting up.

Meanwhile, an hour before midnight, Reverend Mother receives a call on the old touch-tone phone in her study.

Reverend Mother: (Stern) I’ve finally gotten a break from that fidgety girl. Now it’s your turn to trouble me?

(Caller laughs on the other end.)

Reverend Mother: She’ll be an evangelical disciple for the meantime and— (pauses as caller speaks) Working at a care center? (Caller speaks again) When is she starting her main job? (Caller speaks) Fine, I’ll let her know tomorrow. (Caller speaks again) Mr. Priest, I’m trusting you. Do not let harm come near my Rachav, or else… (Caller replies 😅 and quickly cuts the line.)

The next evening, groups of Evangelists preach across the city, going in threes. Rachav, still in training, joins a group preaching near bars and restaurants. Her task is to observe how they share the word with humility and the fruitage of the Spirit.

Despite persecution, the Evangelists remain steadfast. Some unbelievers, touched by their sincerity, consider giving Christianity a try.

At one corner, an argument erupts between a young woman and her boyfriend outside a bar.

Clara: No, you don’t tell me that trash!

Boyfriend: Clara, I don’t need this right now. (Tries to leave, but she blocks him.)

Clara: Oh, now you don’t need me? You cheat on me with my cousin and still feed me lies? You’re dung, man!

Boyfriend: Lower your voice, or else…!

Clara: Or else what?! You’re less than a rat.

Boyfriend: (Snapping) Shut up!

He raises the bottle in his hand, ready to strike — but before it lands, a male Evangelist seizes his arm firmly.

Evangelist 1: It is a taboo for a man to lay his hand on a woman. Think carefully before you do something you’ll regret.

The boyfriend pulls away with disgust.

Boyfriend: Buzz off, preacher. (To Clara) As for you, if you ever step on my nerves again— (smashes bottle on the ground and points at it) —you’ll end up like this shattered glass.

He storms away.

Evangelist 1: (To Clara) Are you alright, miss?

Clara: (Snapping back) And what now — you think I can’t be alright?

Evangelist 1: (Extending his hand) That’s not what I meant, it’s—

Clara: (Brushing his hand away with teary eyes) Scram! You’re all the same!

She hurries off.

Evangelist 2: She’s been cheated on. Encouraging her won’t work right now.

Evangelist 1: (Sighs) I know. Still… she is very special.

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