EXT. SMALL TOWN BUS STOP – DAY
(A beautiful woman with slightly wavy brown hair steps off a bus. She’s RACHEL, a corporate lawyer from The Big City.)
WOMAN ON BENCH (OLD): Shabbat Shalom!
RACHEL: And also with you!
WOMAN ON BENCH (OLD): Oh, dearie, you don’t look like you’re from around here.
RACHEL: I’m not, but my father is—I mean, was. He died this year.
(Public domain Klezmer music swells.)
RACHEL: I never knew him, but he used to own the town bakery. Apparently, his last wish was for me to reopen David’s Donuts and Matzah in time for the County Hanukkah Fair. I don’t think I can, though—I’m not really into all this holiday stuff.