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DEEP AFRICAN HELL - ONE WAY TICKET

�� DEEP AFRICAN HELL - ONE WAY TICKET�

�

�� (Hardcore Porn XXX)

�� (a movie screenplay)

�� 2.

��

�� FADE IN :

�� INT. WINE BAR - EVENING

�� A number of couples are sitting at candle-lit tables

�� chatting amorously. As we focus on one of the central�

�� tables we see a man, CRAIG, in his late twenties,

�� liasing with a middle-aged attractive woman, SHEILA.��

�� Craig holds a pen in his hand, as does Sheila.��

��

�� CRAIG

�� So tell me Sheila, what is a pretty lady

�� like yourself doing speed-dating ?

�� SHEILA

�� I guess I`ve been single long enough now

�� that I`ve finally figured out that it`s

�� time to start dating again.

��

�� CRAIG

�� Well, looking the way you are, I`m sure you`ll

�� find a lot of attention here tonight.

�� I, for one, think you`re stunning.

�� Sheila blushes with embarassment.

�� SHEILA

�� Well thank you for the compliment Craig,

�� you`re looking rather nice too.��

�� The pair stare at each other with anticipation.

�� INSERT TITLE CARD

�� 3 MONTHS LATER

�� EXT. SHEILA`S HOUSE - AFTERNOON

��

�� Craig and Sheila are lying on a hammock watching

�� some birds eating away on the lawn. The couple are

�� amorously snuggled up in a spoon-shape, Sheila`s

�� slim body gently placed on top of Craig`s.��

�� 3.

�� We hear the rumour of a car engine.

�� A red volvo pulls up the drive way.

�� A pretty blonde woman in her late twenties, NAOMI,�

�� Sheila`s oldest daughter, wearing a suit top with

�� a hip-hugging short skirt, swiftly gets out.�

�� Pretty face, small nose, with a slim body and long legs.

�� She carries some grocery bags along the way to the house.�

�� NAOMI

�� Hi Mum. Hi Craig. Looking all cosy

�� there aren`t ya ?�

�� SHEILA

�� Don`t we just honey ?

�� How was your day at the office ?

�� NAOMI

�� Oh, boring as usual.

�� My feet are killing me.

��

�� Craig hugs Sheila tight as he observes her

�� daughter entering the house.

�� As Naomi bends down to pick up some envelopes,

�� we see Craig eying her up and down.

�� Her long legs bending beautifully, her fair skin

�� stretching all the way down to her feet.��

�� SHEILA

�� Oh, this feels lovely.

�� I really didn`t think things would turn out

�� the way they have. What with the age

�� difference and everything.

�� CRAIG

�� Are you joking ?

�

�� SHEILA

�� No, of course not. It`s just that with me

�� being much older than you.. divorced and,

�� well, a mother of two, I imagined that sooner

�� or later something would go wrong.

�� CRAIG

�� Honey please stop talking nonsense.

�� The age difference n` all means absolutely

�� nothing to me. I enjoy being with you and

�� that`s what counts. Trust me.

�� SHEILA

�� Sorry if I keep whining Craig.

�� (beat)

�� Yes, I do trust you.��

�� I guess we`ll just have to take every

�� day as it comes.�

��

�� 4.

�� CRAIG��

�� Right.

�� Now, about this vacation.

�� Have you decided ?

�� SHEILA

�� Oh Craig, you don`t have to ..

�� CRAIG

�� Nope, I`ve made up my mind.

�� Now come on, what`s it gonna be ?

�� Asia, Europe or a Safari ?

�� Sheila hugs Craig tightly.

�� SHEILA

�� OK, after a long thought, I`ve decided on a Safari !

�� CRAIG

�� At last.

�� Right then, well, I guess I can start

�� getting things sorted now.. tickets,

�� transport, some new sunglasses..

�� SHEILA

�� Are you absolutely sure you want to

�� do this ?

�

�� CRAIG

�� Without a doubt.

�� Craig strokes Sheila`s hair, he places a

�� gentle kiss on her delicate lips as

�� he embraces her warm body.

�� EXT. INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - MORNING

�� Craig and Sheila are standing in front of the red

�� volvo. Their luggage by their feet, Naomi and her

�� sister, JENNY, are nearby.

�� Jenny is in her mid-twenties, very pretty, tall,�

�� blonde hair, tanned with a firm, slinky body.

�� NAOMI

�� Right, make sure you enjoy yourselves

�� and don`t forget the sun lotion.

�� SHEILA

�� We will honey.

� ��Now make sure you look after your sister

�� and try not to burn down the house ..

�� Naomi smiles.

��

�� NAOMI

�� Have faith mother.

�� 5.

�� CRAIG

�� Ok Sheila, we`ll have to hurry

�� if you still want to do some shopping

�� before the flight.

�� Naomi and Jenny salute their mother and her partner.

�

�� We see Sheila and Craig enter the airport

�� as the red volvo drives away.

�

�� INSERT TITLE CARD

�� 1 WEEK LATER�

�� INT. SAFARI JEEP - CONGO OUTBACK - AFTERNOON

�� Craig and Sheila are holding hands as the off-road

�� vehicle is making it`s way back from the

�� wilderness of the Congo outback.

�� With the jeep in movement and the sun setting,

�� Sheila sits on Craig`s lap contently.� ��

�� SHEILA

�� Oh Craig, this is such a beautiful

�� continent. I can`t believe I never

�� thought of visiting it before.��

�� CRAIG

�� Indeed it is.

��

�� SHEILA

�� I kind of wish this moment would never end.

�� CRAIG

�� Don`t you worry honey, there`s plenty more

�� to see. Trust me. I told you it would be a

�� holiday you`d never forget.

�� We have many more places to visit before we

�� head back to the States.�

�� SHEILA

�� Really ?

�� Huh, the surprises just keep on coming.

�� CRAIG

�� Oh yes.� Fear not, I`ve planned our

�� route carefully. I want you to see as

�� much of Africa as you can.

�� Craig promptly extracts a map of the continent from

�� his side pocket. He starts to point at their position.

�� 6.

�� CRAIG

�� You see, Central Africa is one of the most

�� fascinating territories on the planet.

�� It`s natural beauty is simply unrivalled.

�� At this moment, we are here.

�� Craig`s finger falls on "Congo".

�� CRAIG

�� I`ve arranged for us to travel horizontally

�� along this line.

�� Tomorrow we set off for Gabon. After that

�� we`ll cut through Cameroon and Nigeria and,�

�� if I can arrange the transport, hopefully we

�� can then reach the Ivory Coast. I`ve read that

�� these territories are simply breathtaking.

�� Sheila looks surprised.��

��

�� SHEILA

�� Do you mean you have planned every thing

�� beforehand ? How on earth did you do it ?

�� CRAIG

�� Well, to be honest, not every single thing.

�� We may have to improvise accomodation and�

�� transport when travelling through Ghana ..

�� But hey, we both love a bit of

�� adventure don`t we ?��

�� SHEILA

�� Uhm, I guess so ..

�� INT. SHEILA`S HOUSE - EVENING

�� We see the main door swing wide open.

�� Naomi makes her way through the door after

�� another hard days work.

�

�� She quickly throws her bag on the sofa before

�� assaulting the fridge. She takes out a chilled

�� bottle of mineral water and brings it to her mouth.

�� As she gulps the cold liquid down, we see her flip

�� her shoes off. We zoom down to her delicate feet as

�� she softly contracts her toes.

�� Naomi places the bottle back and soon takes off her

�� jacket. She reveals a slender body under a flimsy

�� pink cotton vest.

�� We get a glimpse of her stiff nipples piercing through

�� her top, hardened by the cold water flowing down her

�� throat.��

�� 7.

�� She soon drops her skirt to the ground, revealing a

�� pair of tightly adhering slips firmly clinging to her

�� vaginal area.

�� Her vaginal mound is swollen, we can almost make out the

�� shape of her delicate lips through the moist fabric.

�� As she turns away from the camera we see her perfectly

�� firm bottom cheeks sandwiching her skimpy panties

�� with every movement of her hips.

�� Naomi drops on to the couch exhausted.

�� With an almost melancholic look, she stares out

�� the window lost in deep thought.

�� MONTAGE -

�� - We see Sheila and Craig taking photos

�� in front of a waterfall;

�� - Craig embracing Sheila at the top of a cliff

�� observing the sun set over the African horizon;

��

�� - Sheila feeding Craig with bits of local cuisine;��

�� - Craig loading their luggage onto a long distance coach;

�� - The pair snuggling up together at the back of the

�� coach as the African landscape passes them by.

�� INT. LONG DISTANCE COACH - CAMEROON - DAY

�� Sheila and Craig are sitting at the back of�

�� the coach as they head towards the border

�� between Cameroon and Nigeria.

��

�� With a series of progressive shots,

�� we unexpectedly begin to see the landscape

�� gradually deteriorating before us.

�� The changes are not for the best.

�� Makeshift sheds, burnt down cars, rubbish and

�� broken glass, rusty bridges and holed roads.

�� The beauty of the rural Africa with its wildlife

�� and natural scenaries are slowly replaced by the

�� more intimidating reality of suburban Nigeria.

�� The coach passes a sign which reads ABUJA.

�� The vehicle enters the city just after midday.

��

�� The almost deserted territories of remote Congo are

�� now replaced by substantial herds of black people,

�� old cars and cheap markets.

�� 8.

�� As Craig turns to his left, he notices Sheila sleeping

�� by his side. His face initally concerned, he is

�� now relieved she has not witnessed the

�� non-pleasant features of that outer area.

�� He turns his attention to his window in an

�� attempt to take in as much of Abuja as he can.

�� Many tall buildings hazardly crammed together.

�� Lots of tight alleyways void of sunlight.

�� Intense traffic, streets buzzing with

�� cheap cars and tacky old buses.�

�� Watching the locals passing by, Craig

�� stares sharply at the intense darkness of

�� their skin. The blackest of the Africans.��

�� We zoom in on Craig`s face.

�� He appears less enthusiastic,

�� sceptical about his choice of destination.

�� We see the coach head into the city centre.

�� INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - DAY

�� As the couple enter the hotel room,

�� Sheila appears ecstatic to see a bed.�

�� She falls onto it as Craig closes the door.

�� SHEILA

�� At last! A real bed.�

�� Oh my god, I think I could

�� sleep for days.

��

�� She soon stretches out on it, puffing up the cushions.

�� CRAIG

�� It`s all yours honey.�

�� Craig smiles as he starts to

�� unfasten his suitcase belt.��

�� INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - DAY��

�� Craig calmly sits in one of the hotel room chairs,

�� sipping on a pepsi whilst working on a crossword.

�� He suddenly lowers his book and lifts his gaze.

�� We see him stare with passion at the

�� delicate body of his travel companion

�� spread out over the bed in front of him.

�� Sheila lies across the mattress, bare legged and

�� without sandles. She wears a baggy t-shirt, flimsy.

�� 9.

�� Her panties firmly hugging her hips,

�� her slender thighs relaxed as her toes

�� are pointing outwards slightly.

�� In her forties, Sheila is still a very

�� attractive woman. She has a very pretty face

�� with a soft complexion accompanied by a firm

�� body with smooth skin and a flat tummy.��

�� As the African heat sweeps the room, Craig studies

�� the enticing features of his companion before him.

��

�� We see his gaze float over her body, her arms, her

�� legs. His mouth watering, he sips at his coke

�� as an obvious erection grows hard in his pants.

�� His mind starts to deviate as he stares at the�

�� mature woman in front of him.

��

�� He grins mischieviously as he catches a glimpse

�� of himself in the mirror.

�� We hear him sigh. He then murmours to himself.��

�� CRAIG

�� You lucky bastard.

�� INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - AFTERNOON

�

�� We see Craig fastening his shoelaces whilst

�� Sheila is still in a profound slumber.

�� Craig scribbles a message on a piece of paper

�� and leaves it by her side before quietly

�� moving towards the door and unlocking it.��

�� Craig leaves the hotel room as we zoom in on the piece

�� of paper, it reads : "Gone to get some food for later,

�� be back shortly, xx"��

�� EXT. ABUJA STREETS - AFTERNOON

�� Amongst the intense hustle and clamour of the

�� Nigerian streets, Craig makes his first

�� contact with the local people.

��

�� He enters a riveting market area as the sun scorches

�� his forehead, he takes a cap from his side-bag and

�� swiftly places it on his head.

�� He takes in the various odours of the products on

�� sale : roasted vegetables, cornsticks boiling

�� in huge caldrums, bruised bananas and other dodgy

�� fruits darted frantically by hovering flys.

�� As potential souvenirs, we see animal statuettes carved

�� out of wood, tribe drums and handmade necklaces.

��

�� 10.

�� We see second-hand clothes and scruffy old rugs

�� surrounded by flee-infested dogs and bags of rubbish.��

��

�� Alone in such a place, a close-up of Craig`s face

�� reveals a growing level of discomfort and preoccupation.

��

�� We see tight crowds of black people, mainly men.

�� Craig`s first impressions are based on the physical

�� aspects of the locals.

��

�� As he he mingles amongst the crowds, he is

�� blatantly overshadowed by the surprising heigth

�� of the heavy and much more muscular blacks.

�� Their dark skin hardened without mercy by the

�� scorching heat, the tall locals have an intimidating

�� effect on Craig as they tower above him.

�� Their eyes comanding a sense of ruthless power

�� and sheer fearlessness whilst their loud shouts�

�� and obvious physical strength assign them an

�� almost beast-like masculinity.

�� We see the wilderness of the African continent

�� now reflected in the sheer primitivity and untamed

�� verve of its natural inhabitants.

�� Craig appears concerned.

�� EXT. ABUJA STREETS - AFTERNOON

�� Craig is heading back towards the hotel with a couple

�� of bags of food. Rice and beans along with bottled water.��

�� As he approaches the entrance to the building, he spots

�� a MARLBORO logo in a shop just opposite. With his nerves

�� playing up on him, he is tempted to purchase some

�� cigarettes.

�� Turning towards the shop, however, he notices a

�� large group of blacks sitting on a crumbling wall

�� close to the shop.

�

�� They appear rough and rugid, many of them barefooted

�� with dust-covered feet and sweat-stained clothes.

�� The men are laughing and acting tough, breaking

�� bottles and fist-fighting.

��

�� Craig thinks twice about his smokes.

�� He soon decides against buying the cigarettes and

�� heads into the hotel instead.

�� 11.

�� INT. ABUJA HOTEL - AFTERNOON

�� Once inside, Craig, spots an arrowed sign on

�� the wall behind the counter that reads "BAR".

�� Relieved, he follows the arrow, takes a few turns

�� and reaches the bar area.

�� Craig approaches the bar with a slight grin.

��

�� The bartender is a Nigerian man in his late thirties

�� with a pot belly and brownish-yellow teeth. He has

�� a devious look and an unfriendly face.�

�� At the sight of Craig, the bartender straightens

�� his back and puffs out his chest.

�� He eyeballs Craig in an almost menacing way.

�� His eyes studying the hated pale flesh of the

�� white man now in front of him.�

�� Politely Craig asks for some smokes.

�� CRAIG��

�� Hello there, could I get some

�� Marlboro`s please.��

�� The bartender approaches the counter with

�� a dire look. He scruffles his face unappreciately

�� before letting out a sigh of frustration.

�� BARTENDER

�� How many you want ?�

�� Craig is surprised by the bartender`s cold approach.

�� CRAIG

�� Just one pack please.

��

�� The bartender moves towards the cigarette stand.

�

�� CRAIG

�� Uhm, could you kindly tell me what kinds

�� of beverage you sell here ?

�� The bartender looks confused as he places the

�� cigarettes on the counter.

�� BARTENDER

�� What you mean ?�

��

�� CRAIG

�� I`m sorry, I mean do you just sell soft

�� drinks or alcohol too ?�

�� The bartender eyes Craig up and down, still

�� unhappy about the white man`s presence.

�� 12.

�� BARTENDER

�� We sell all kind of alcohol here.��

�

�� Craig smiles nervously.

�� CRAIG

�� Wonderful. Well thankyou for your help.

�� He pays for the smokes before heading back up

�� to the room. The bartender watches him leave,

�� his stare fixed aggressively on Craig.�

�� INT. ABAJA HOTEL ROOM - EVENING

�� We zoom away from a clock in Craig and

�� Sheila`s room. It shows : 22.17 hrs.

�� We see bread leftovers and unfinished rice

�� on plastic plates with empty cups and scruffled

�� serviettes scattered across the table.

�� Craig is slumped in a chair resting.

�� Sheila instead is very alert, standing at

�� the hotel room window observing the lights�

�� down below.

�� She appears lively and cheerful,

�� eager to discover her surroundings.

�� She approaches Craig and nudges him affectionately.

�� CRAIG

�� Everything ok, darling ?

�� SHEILA

�� Yes, of course.

�� Craig appears surprised by her liveliness.

�

�� CRAIG

�� Do you not want to get some rest ?

�� SHEILA

�� Not really.

�� I`ve been sleeping all day.

�� Sheila now sits on Craig`s lap.

�� SHEILA

�� To be honest, I could do with

�� a drink right now. And to be fair,

�� I think you need one too.

�� Sheila places her hands on Craig`s shoulders.

�� 13.

�� SHEILA

�� Look at you, you`re all tense,

�� you need to loosen up.�

�� Did you enjoy yourself this

�� afternoon ?

�� CRAIG

�� It was ok I suppose.

�� Do you really want to get a drink ?

�� SHEILA

�� Yeah, I haven`t had one since

�� we left the Sates.

�� Craig strokes her leg.

�� CRAIG

�� Well, earlier I happened to buy

�� some cigarettes from downstairs.

�� There`s a bar and they definitely

�� sell drinks and stuff.�

�� Sheila`s face lights up.

�� SHEILA

�� Great.

�� Just let me put some clothes on

�� and we can go straight down.

�� I can`t wait for a glass of wine.

�

�� Sheila jumps up and heads towards the bathroom.

�� Her slender legs and delicate feet on display.

�� Craig watches her warm body move gracefully

�� in front of him.

�� He focuses on the forms of her fleshy breasts

�� bouncing beneath her t-shirt whilst her firm

� ��thighs are exposed by her moving top.��

�� A fresh erection now grows in Craig`s pants,

�� his mouth becoming watery once again.

�� INT. ABAJA HOTEL LOBBY - EVENING

�� As Craig and Sheila descend the stairway into the

�� hotel lobby, we see Craig looking for the

�� arrows conducting to the bar.

�� Holding Sheila`s hand, he guides her down a first

�� corridor then a second.

�� As the couple turn left they are confronted

�� with a large door locked and bolted.

�� Above it we read the sign : BAR.��

�

�� 14.

�� Craig looks surprised.

�� CRAIG

�� Shit.

�� I don`t think it`s open.��

�� A veil of disappointment now covers Sheila`s face.

��

�� SHEILA

�� Oh no.

�� I was looking forward to that drink.

�� What time did they close ?

��

�� CRAIG

�� I couldn`t say.

�� As the couple scout for an opening-times notice,

�� we see the bartender exit a side-room with some

�� keys, a mop and a bucket.

�� Craig spots him immediately.

�� CRAIG

�� Oh, excuse me sir, could you tell us

�� what time the bar actually closed ?

�� Face to face with Craig, the bartender`s face

�� is again covered with anger.

�

�� The black man`s look, nonetheless, slowly changes

�� from a state of frustration to one of excited delight.

��

�� Before him the rare and arousing sight of a white

�� woman. Immediately, his eyes are stretched wide.

�� We see the devious bartender eying Sheila`s

�� delicate body. Her white flesh in strict

�� contrast with his black skin.�

�� His eyes eagerly study her clothes.

�� She wears a light blouse, delicately covering

�� her fleshy breasts with a stringy silver

�� necklace leading down to her ample bust.

�� He spots her carefully shaved legs beneath a

�� flimsy knee-length skirt, smoothly leading down

�� to a pair of beautifully shaped calves.

�� He looks at her tender feet, barely covered

�� by a pair of leather slip-on sandles.

�� For some reason, the bartender`s tone of

�� voice now appears different from the one

�� of earlier, much kinder and helpful.�

�� 15.

�� BARTENDER

�� Very sorry, but the bar

�� close at 8 o` clock.��

�� As Craig turns to Sheila not knowing

�� what to do, the bartender resumes his ogling.

�� We see him stare intensely at Sheila`s body.

�� For some reason his eyes are led towards the

�� large mounds protruding from beneath Sheila`s blouse.�

�� Following the bartender`s look, the camera zooms

�� from a side : it is now evident that, in fact,

�� Sheila does have significantly large breasts.

�� Although quite baggy, her blouse, being tucked in

�� to her skirt, reveals the basic forms of her heavy

�� breasts.

�� Eying up the white woman, we see the bartender`s

�� eyes sharpening, his lips tightening, a slight grin

�� revealing itself.

�� His eye movements are almost erratic.

�� It appears his mind is busy concucting something.

��

�� SHEILA

�� That`s a shame Craig.

�� CRAIG

�� I know.

�

�� The bartender swiftly intervenes.

�� BARTENDER

�� Is ok. You no worry.

�� There is a bar a few streets down.

�� He quickly points outside.

�� A doubtful Craig checks his watch.

�� It reads 22.35 hrs.

�� He looks at Sheila. She appears hopeful again.��

�� CRAIG

�� What do you think ?��

�

�� Sheila appears relatively content.

�� SHEILA

�� Uhm..� well..� if it`s not that far.

�� I suppose we could give it a try.

��

�� As Sheila approves the idea, the bartender begins to smile.

�� 16.

�� His eyes light up as he seams to picture

�� the idea. His staring resumes.

�

�� He looks at the smooth white skin of her arms,

�� the tenderness of her neck and then, again ..

�� down to her large busoms.

�� CRAIG

�� What`s this bar called ?

�� BARTENDER

�� It is the "Nwufoa Niger".

�� A nice place, they sell all drinks.

�� The dodgy bartender smiles at Sheila.

�� CRAIG

�� And you`re sure it`s only a few

�� streets down ?

�� BARTENDER

�� Yes, not far.

��

�� Sheila grabs Craig`s arm.

�� SHEILA

�� Oh come on Craig.

�� We don`t want this bar to close too.

�� Still sceptical, Craig agrees.

�� The bartender`s grin extends further.

�� BARTENDER

�� You go out hotel.

�� Walk till end of road, then turn right.

�� After few minutes you come to smaller

�� road and turn left.�

�� You see sign for "Nwufoa Niger".

�� Is very easy. No problem.

�� SHEILA

�� Thankyou, you`ve been very helpful.

�� The couple head towards the exit as the bartender

�� watches them leave, his focus aimed entirely on

�� the white woman`s legs and buttocks.��

�� His eyes sharpening, we see the bartender`s grin

�� turn into a lethal smile as his right hand

�� slowly moves down to his pants and starts to

�� stroke his hardened penis.�

�� The camera zooms in on his smile, his brownish teeth

�� now fully revealed from beneath his puffy lips.

�� EXT. ABUJA STREETS - NIGHT

�� Arm in arm, Sheila and Craig stroll down the main street.

�� The area appears to be well lit and, in comparison to

�� daytime, very quiet.��

�� Craig`s initial concerns of leaving the hotel seem to

�� slowly fade away as the couple calmly proceed

�� down the road.

�� Not a single car had passed by, and the presence

�� of the street lights had made him more comfortable.

�� As the couple reach the end of the street, they see

�� a smaller turn to the right.

�

�� We see that there are large buildings on each side

�� of the new street and their presence forbid the

�� same degree of lighting as the previous road.

�� Much tighter than the first, the new street brings

�� all new doubts into Craig`s mind. He remains calm

�� nonetheless and continues as if indifferent.

�� As the couple proceed for quite a distance down the

�� road, it appears that they are gradually entering a

�� different kind of area, more industrial and slightly

�� less welcoming.

�� As the area gets darker and darker, Craigs concerns

�� resurface.

�� As the couple continue ahead, they encounter mounds

�� of rubbish, randomly appearing here and there,�

�� piercing out from the darkness in front of them.

�� Plain areas of overgrown grass, surrounded by rusty

�� wired fences, are sandwiched between old buildings.

�� As a new moon makes visibility even more tricky,

�� the pair come across a small alleyway, to the left.

�� It is dimly lit and seams to wind into a narrow bend.�

�� As the camera zooms in, we can barely read the letters

�� of a scratched metallic sign, placed on a wall, above

�� an old coca-cola logo, and next to a lamp post.�

�� We focus the lense, it reads : "NWUFOA NIGER".

�� A now tiring Craig turns to Sheila.

�� CRAIG

�� This must be it. At last.

�� The guy said it wasn`t far.

�� I`m almost out of breath.

�� Sheila squeezes his arm.

�� SHEILA

�� Well, at least we found it.

�� You can have a nice sit down now.

�� We see the pair slowly start to head down

�� the dark alleyway.

�� A few yards away from the entrance to the bar,

�� Craig`s heart unexpectedly begins to pound.

�� He sees rusty pipes to the side of the

�� building, old barrels and empty bottles.

�� He tries to remain calm, not wanting to

�� reveal his growing worries.��

�� In the bar`s proximity, we see an old streetlight

�� flickering. It reveals a small portion of another

�� street to the left, unnoticed by the couple.

�� Zooming into the darkness, we a see a number of

�� big old cars parked casually.

��

�� Many of the vehicles have no windows, some are

�� without bumpers whilst others reveal tacky�

�� interiors, scruffy leather seats with large

�� holes revealing bits of foamed sponge.

�� As Craig gets closer to the entrance his nostrils

�� are filled with a dire smell. A nasty mixture of

�� stale beer, urine and what he most definitely

�� recognises as cannabis.

�

�� His mind commands him to leave.

�� As his doubts increase, Craig stops in his pace.

�� He turns around to check his surroundings once more.

�� He soon notices the nearby alleyway where the

�� old cars are parked. He spots fading graffiti

�� on a wall with some scrappy scooters left

�� under a rusty stairway.

�� Fearing for their safety, he finally decides

�� they should leave and return to the hotel.

�� As Craig turns back to Sheila, we see that she is

�� no longer by his side.

�� Craig looks ahead concerned.�

�� The bar`s main door is wide open. We see an old rug�

�� on the floor leading down a tight corridor badly lit

�� by a couple of small wall-lamps.

�� To Craig`s surprise, we see Sheila already half way

�� down the dark corridor, waiting for him to join her.

�� Craig looks at Sheila in astonishment.

�� She stares at him with a slight smile.

�� SHEILA

�� Come on lazy, don`t give up now.

�� A few more steps and you can sit down.

�� Almost in a state of numbness, Craig moves towards her.

�� INT. "NWUFOA NIGER" BAR - LATE NIGHT

�� Without even thinking about it, Craig finds

�� himself alongside Sheila, halfway down the

�� dark corridor, walking towards a second door.�

�� Our point of view follows them at shoulder-height.

�� As the couple go through the second door, they

�� are confronted with a very dark and smokey atmosphere.

�� The second door reveals another corridor, long and

�� narrow, with two sidewalls, which eventually

�� leads up to the main bar area at the end of it,

�� forming a capital "T".

�� We follow the couple as they slowly go down the narrow

�� corridor. From their point of view, the corridor

�� partitions only allow them to see that which is

�� directly in front of them : the bar counter.��

�� As the pair move towards the bar, we see

�� a tall black man, rather scruffy, with a sweaty

�� forehead and unkept beard, behind the counter,

�� wiping its surface.

�� Lifting his head slightly, his action comes to an abrupt

�� halt at the sight of the couple coming towards him.

�� Shocked, his attention is fixed ferociously

�� on the white woman daring to enter the local.�

�� Incredule, his intense look scans her entire body.

��

�� The black man studies Sheila very carefully.

�� Up and down, very slowly, his eyes acutely

�� observing her white flesh, her arms, her legs.

�� His eyes stretching, he notices the smooth swaying

�� of her chest, her breasts bouncing slightly

�� with each step taken.

��

�� As the couple get closer to the counter, the

�� corridor partion walls slowly come to an end.

�� A few steps ahead and the pair are now

�� in the main bar area.

�� His heart still pounding, Craig tries to focus

�� on his surroundings. Amongst the smoke and

�� darkness of the local, he can hear many voices

�� in the background.

��

�� As the couple reach the counter, the drone-like

�� rumours from behind suddenly come to a halt.

�� Facing the counter, Craig looks at the barman.

�� Almost patronizing, the barman grins down at Craig

�� and starts to shake his head in disapproval.�

�� He takes another good look at the white woman and

�� then, still smiling, he eyeballs Craig as if he

�� were staring at a fool.

�� Almost mesmerized, Craig follows the black man`s

�� glance, his heart beating, his blood freezing.

�� The barman looks intensely at Craig before looking

�� beyond, over the white man`s shoulders.

�� His grin turns to laughter.

�� Following the barman`s glance, Craig slowly turns around.

�� His heart stopping, he starts to feel his knees tremble.

�� As we follow Craig`s blurry point of view amongst the

�� semi-darkness of the local, we see two smoke-filled

�� drinking areas to each side of the long corridor.

�� Craig suddenly hears a terrifying roar from

�� all around him. As he adjusts his focus,

�� he feels his heart in his throat.�

�� Before him a frightening scenario.

�� The local is filled to the brim with dozens of

�� huge blacks. From left to right, Craig sees nothing

�� but large black men, all drinking and laughing.

�� Their intimidating mannerisms tell Craig everything.

��

�� The blacks seem rough. They look dirty

�� and unkept, definitely belonging to the

�� poorer areas of the city.

�� He sees cigarettes and beer bottles, unemptied

�� ash-trays and broken chairs.

�� He looks nervously at the fierce negros.

�� The majority of them are wide-shouldered and tall.

�� He sees sweat-soaked vests and tacky thong-sandles.

�� Large tattoos and thick collar chains.

�� The steamy body smell from the drinking area soon

�� reaches Craig. An almost revolting mix of sweaty

�� arm-pits and smelly unwashed feet along with a

�� nasty wave of cannabis smoke and other susbtances

�� unknown to the white man.

��

�� A number of the blacks are bare-chested revealing

�� hard muscles and extremely strong upper-bodies.

�� Craig quickly turns back to the barman.

�� Now shaking, he remains speechless.��

�� We zoom in on his eyes, he looks down, petrified.

�

�� Terrified, Craig suddenly remembers about

�� his companion.

�� We follow Craig as he turns to his right.

�� We see Sheila standing immobile, already afraid to move.

�� She is closely surrounded by four large blacks,

�� the men towering above her.��

�� Her delicate white flesh in strict contrast with

�� the rough black skin of the large negros.��

�� Sheila nervously glances up at Craig before

�� lowering her head again.

�

�� Her immobile body soon becomes the centre of

�� attention of the entire local.�

�� Craig looks around, he sees dozens of blacks�

�� now surrounding them both.

�� We focus on the wild negro eyes fixing the white woman.

�� We see them looking wildly at the thick mounds beneath

�� her blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of

�� her slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes.

�� Blushing with shame, Sheila looks up slightly.

�� She sees the rugid and powerful features of the many

�� blacks carefully studying her body. She notices their

�� eyes constantly focusing on her voluptuous breasts.

�� Embarassed, she tries to cross her arms in order to

�� cover her plump busom whilst her flimsy blouse

�� appears slightly damp due to the long walk.

�� Craig loooks ahead petrified.�

��

�� He sees Sheila now completely surrounded as more

�� and more negros approach the bar.

�� Craig too looks at Sheila`s gorgeous body, her

�� swollen breasts protruding from under her blouse.

�� Terrified to imagine what would happen if the wild blacks

�� got their hands on her, Craig tries to think of a way out.

�� As he notices the barman laughing with the other blacks,

�� Craig quickly realises that the situation is dire.

�� As all reason abandons him, we suddenly see Craig

�� rush towards Sheila, with a rash movement, and

�� grab her arm in an attempt to drag her out.�

�� As he starts to pull her towards him, we suddenly see

�� a huge black hand smack Craig straight across the face.

�� Within a few seconds, we see another coming violently

�� from a different direction.

�� As the camera zooms away, we see Craig fall to the floor.

�� He is immediately surrounded by half a dozen blacks.

�� We see him on the ground terrified.

�� Craig is now kicked and bruised, beaten without mercy.

�� We see blood trickling from his mouth and across his

�� forehead.

�� We hear Sheila scream as she witnesses the scene.

�� SHEILA

�� (shouting)

�� NO !!� STOP !!!� PLEASE !

�� As the camera again zooms in towards Craig, we see

�� more fists and more kicks.

�� Large parts of Craig`s face are now purple, his

�� lips badly cracked and puffed, his shirt torn.�

�� The furious negros gradually start to move away.

�� Left lying semi-conscious in a puddle of blood,

�� Craig`s vision now becomes blurry.

�� We see him struggling to keep his eyes open, his

�� hands and shirt covered in blood.

�� We switch perspective. We see things through

�� Craig`s point of view, at ground level.

�� His vision alternates. We see a blurry state of

�� confusion, then total darkness and then again a blur.

��

�� He can barely make out the figures surrounding him,�

�� as his hearing also appears to be damaged.�

�� He suddenly feels his hair being grasped violently

�� by a heavy hand. His head is roughly jolted upwards

�� as other hands quickly grab his wrists and ankles.

�� We see Craig being lifted up, almost without effort,

�� by three of the blacks.

�� They start to head towards the long corridor.�

�� As Craig is dragged away, we see him desperately

�� trying to raise his wounded head.�

�� With blood still trickling and his vision

�� still dramatically alternating, he tries

�� to understand what is happening.

�� As he looks towards the bar counter, he sees nothing

�� but the broad shoulders of a large crowd of blacks

�� wildly cheering and laughing.

�� As Craig is being carried away towards

�� the exit, he suddenly catches a glimpse of

�� Sheila`s face amongst the crowd.

�� Craig`s heart almost misses a beat. He sees a huge

�� black hand forcefully wrapped around Sheila`s mouth.

�� We see the whites of Sheila`s eyes frantically

�� moving, as terror invades her entire body.

�� As Craig is dragged away, his vision of Sheila

�� is randomly interrupted by the individual movements

�� of the wild crowd surrounding her.

�� Craig`s vision is covered.

�� One of the negros then moves and Craig briefly gets a

�� second glimpse.

�� He sees one of the larger blacks violently holding

�� Sheila from behind. His huge left hand covering

�� her face whilst his bulky right arm is forcefully

�� wrapped around her waist.

�� The savage blacks now start to jeer like animals.�

�� As the large negro purposefully squeezes his right arm

�� deeper into her tummy, we see Sheila`s voluptuous

�� breasts quickly expand outwards, stretching her blouse,�

�� as if they had been pumped.

�� As Sheila`s skimpy blouse struggles to contain her

�� large busoms, we see another negro approaching

�� with a small pocket knife.

�� Craig`s vision is once again covered by the crowd.

�� Petrified by what he has just seen, Craig furiously

�� starts to struggle and is dropped to the ground.

�� He immediately turns his head back towards Sheila.

�� As the crowd opens up once again, we suddenly see

�� a large negro`s tongue forcefully invading her mouth,

�� sweeping deep inside, whilst Sheila`s eyes are

�� frantically looking down, towards her chest.

�� As the camera zooms out, we see Sheila`s skimpy blouse

�� now barely covering her large breasts as all but one

�� of her small buttons have been removed.

�� We see the pocket knife slowly approaching her neck.

�� It quickly runs over her flesh, down past her silver

�� necklace and heads down towards the last button of her blouse.

�� Craig is once again lifted up.

�� In a final struggle, he looks back towards the bar.

�

�� As the crowd moves slightly, we get another

�� glimpse of Sheila. We see her arms aggressively

�� pulled out to her sides.

�� The black man behind her now keeping her firmly

�� immobilised as his right arm aggressively

�� squeezes her tummy.�

�� The crowd continues to move covering our vision, then,

�� for just a split second, we see two huge black hands

�� grasping at Sheila`s blouse as if to pull it open.�

�� The thick hands clasp the blouse just below the collar.

�� As the camera zooms in, we suddenly see the large

�� black hands violently rip Sheila`s blouse wide open.

��

�� Immediately, Sheila`s huge breasts bounce out.

�� They quickly sway from left to right revealing

�� a pair of surprisingly swollen nipples.

�� As the camera zooms in, we get a clearer look.

�� We can see the abundant proportions of Sheila`s

�� breasts, bouncing extremely fleshy and ripe.

�� Zooming in further, we see her nipples on full display.

�� They appear to be extremely swollen as they

�� heave outwards. Her pudgy aereola are wide and

�� pink whilst her thick nipples are�

�� unusually milky and plump.

�� As her breasts sway gently, Sheila`s protruding

�� nipples begin to harden as they meet

�� with the surrounding atmosphere.

�� As the large black man behind her temporarily

�� loosens his grasp on her waist we see Sheila`s

�� tummy slowly retract inwards as her

�� chest expands out.

�� Her eyes flickering, we see Sheila now gasping for air.

�� We see her body tremble. Her heaving breasts bouncing

�� up and down as her chest expands and retracts,

�� trying to increase its oxygen intake.

�� Her tummy going in and out, it is obvious that

�� her swollen nipples are getter harder and harder.

�� Sheila`s shuddering breasts are now totally exposed.

��

�� We quickly see the crazed blacks close around

�� her again.

�� As loud cheers engulf the local, we see Craig being

�� carried down the corridor.

�� As his head flops, his vision turns to darkness again.

�� Craig is almost unconscious.��

��

�� A few yards away from the door, we see him struggling

�� one final time. In vain. He is unable to lift his head.

�� Although we see blood dripping from his face,

�� Craig suddenly hears some desperate screams.

�

�� He remembers about Sheila once more and, with all his

�� energy, he tries to lift his head one final time.

�� We hear Sheila screaming in terror.

�� SHEILA

�� NO !!!

�� As Craig lifts his head one last time, he focuses

�� on the crowd. His vision is completely covered.

�� Suddenly, however, a small gap is opened amongst

�� the violent negros allowing a partial view.

�� Craig tries to adjust his focus.

�� His eyes suddenly expand. Craig is shocked.

�� As the camera zooms in through the gap, we get a

�� glimpse of the back of a negro`s head.

�� Suddenly the head moves slightly to one side.

�� We see that, in fact, one of Sheila`s large

�� breasts is now being violently squeezed and

�� cruelly fondled by a big black hand.�

�� We quickly see a long thick tongue roll out

�� out from a black man`s mouth whilst his�

�� puffed up lips open up wide.

�� Within a fraction of a second, we see one of

�� Sheila`s swollen nipples and almost a quarter of her

�� large breast being ferociously sucked in by the negro.

�� Craig looks ahead incredule.

�� He sees her milky breast being sucked in deeper

�� and deeper as the black man`s saliva starts

�� to dribble down her stomach.

�� The negro`s saliva soon reaches Sheila`s

�� tummy, now drawing in and out even faster.�

�� Her heavy chest bouncing emphatically, Sheila`s

�� breathing grows deeper and heavier.

�� We see another black hand aggressively cupping

�� and massaging as much of Sheila`s fleshy

�� mounds as it can.

�

�� We get a glimpse of Sheila`s face.

�� She is teary-eyed, still with the large

�� black hand cupping her chin and mouth.�

�� As the ferocious sucking continues, Sheila`s nipples

�� become harder and harder. They protrude out, on

�� full display, for every negro to watch.

�� As Sheila looks down at her breasts being manhandled

�� with such violence, she notices just how far�

�� her swollen nipples are protruding.

�� As the camera zooms in, we see utter humiliation

�� and embarassment in Sheila`s eyes.��

�� We see Sheila completely surrounded by the

�� fierce crowd of negros.

�� Looking down at her, their eyes violently focused

�� on her exposed breasts, shuddering totally unrestrained.

�� As Sheila`s hardened nipples attract the brutal

�� laughter of the blacks, we see a small tear

�� slowly run down her face.

�� Her breasts swaying in front of everyone, she

�� appears totally degraded.

��

�� Feeling his heart in his throat again, Craig

�� watches the crowd close up one last time.

�� His vision deterioting dramatically, it

�� suddenly turns to complete darkness as

�� Craig`s hearing slowly fades to silence.�

�� Craig is unconscious.

�� We fade to black.

�� EXT. ABUJA STREET - LATE NIGHT

��

�� We fade from black to a dark

�� and blurry vision of an unknown street.

�� We see things from Craig`s perspective.

�� He is lying on the floor. His clothes stained

�� and ripped, his face dirty with dust and dried blood.

��

�� He is surrounded by rubbish, old cardboard and

�� broken glass.

�� We slowly fade in with the audio.

�� Craig`s hearing is now slightly returning.�

�� As Craig`s hearing gradually improves, we hear a

�� deep, harsh voice coming from a distance.

�� It`s a man`s voice. It speaks an imperfect English.

�� We can sense a strange accent in his voice,�

�� a tough mixture of African, French and some other dialect.

�� UNKNOWN VOICE

�� (offscreen)

�� You OK ?

�� As we zoom in on Craig`s face, we see him slowly opening

�� his eyes. He starts to blink, trying to adjust his focus.

�� As Craig`s vision and hearing improve, we see the heavy

�� figure of a black man approaching.�

�� As the light from a nearby lamp-post soaks the area,

�� we see the big man trudging closer.

�� He appears to have a shaved head and a thick moustache.

�� We see a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

�� As we zoom in closer, we see that he is in fact an

�� extremely heavy and bulky black man. Perhaps in his

�� mid-forties, maybe more.

�� Impressively tall, wide upper arms, but with quite a belly.

�� He has the body features of a heavy worker,

�� a face signed by time as a number of wrinkles

�� have started to creep in.

�� We see a faded scar at the height of his neck.

�� In proximity to Craig, we see the black man

�� look down confused.�

�� BLACK MAN

�� I say you ok ?

�� We see his big hand as it roughly nudges Craig.

�� The black man`s hands are very rough with thick

�� fingers and what appear to be extremely short,

�� yellow stumps instead of nails.

�� As Craig looks up, he appears totally disorientated.

��

�� We see him studying his surroundings not

�� knowing where he is.

�� He then looks at the big man in front of him.

�� We see concern growing on his face.�

�� BLACK MAN

�� Hey, you understand what I say ?�

�� Craig blinks frantically. He starts to panic.

�� CRAIG

�� (shouting)

�� WHERE AM I ?

��

�� We see Craig now trying to get to his feet.

�� In vain.

�� He soon collapse in a messy heap

�� next to the rubbish.

�� He looks up at the black man trying to

�� figure out what to do.

�� BLACK MAN��

�� What you do here ?!

�� Craig looks up in a state of total confusion.

�� CRAIG

�� Who are you ?

�� The black man looks down at him.

�� BLACK MAN

�� I pass by.

�� I see you on floor.

�� My name is Mbuji.

��

�� Craig looks beyond the black man.

�� He sees a scrappy old brown car.

�� It`s engine running and door wide open.��

�� Mbuji now raises his voice.

�

�� MBUJI

�� (shouting)

�� WHAT FUCK IS HAPPEN YOU !!�

�� Craig is immediately confused by his

�� accent and language.

�

�� His vision is once again blurry. His hearing

�� coming and going.��

�� He slowly brings his fingers to his bruised face.

��

�� MBUJI

�� (abruptly)

�� What is happen ..

�� .. some blacks

�� fuck you in the ass ?

�� Craig slowly shakes his head as he lowers it.

�� In a state of confusion, the one thing

�� Craig does know is that he has not

�� been ass-raped.

�� With pitiable eyes, we see Craig stare at

�� Mbuji. His hands shaking, his face

�� bruised and swollen.�

�� Defeated, and with a weakened voice,

�� we suddenly hear Craig plead.��

�� CRAIG

�� (humbly)

�� I need some help.�

�� INT. OLD BROWN CAR - LATE NIGHT

�� We see Craig now sitting next to Mbuji in his

�� tacky old car.

�� The car is parked next to an un-used railway

�� line, in the proximity of an old metal depot,

�� just outside Abuja.�

��

�� Wiping his forehead with a scruffy wrag, Craig`s�

�� hands are still shaking. His head lowered,

�� he is silent.

�� With a cigarette placed between his thick fingers,

�� we see Mbuji swigging at a bottle.�

�� It appears to be whisky.

�� He turns to Craig as if about to lose his patience.

�� MBUJI

�� So, you tell me what

�� is you name ?

�� Craig waits a second then slowly lifts his head.

�� CRAIG

�� My name is Craig.

�� MBUJI

�� You American ?

�� CRAIG

�� Yeah.

�� Craig turns to Mbuji.

��

�� CRAIG

�� Are you ?

�� We see Mbuji laugh, almost sarcastically.

�� MBUJI

�� Huh..��

�� I no American.

��

�� CRAIG

�� So you`re Nigerian ?

�

�� MBUJI

�� No.

�� I from the Senegal.

�� But I live here.

�� Have worked all over place though.

�� Cameroon, Sudan, Guinea, even the Botswana.�

�� CRAIG

�� What do you do ?

�� MBUJI

�� I am oil worker.

�� Been here for seven years.

��

�� Mbuji spreads out his large black hands.

�� He looks down at them, showing Craig his palms.

�� MBUJI

�� Is heavy work.

�� Long hour, no much time for rest.

��

�� Craig stares at the yellowish palms of

�� Mbuji`s large callous hands.

�� Still shakey, we suddenly see Craig look out

�� the window into the darkness.

�� We can still see fear in his eyes.

�� Mbuji fixes him with an impatient stare.

�� His tone of voice abrupt and very masculine.

�� MBUJI

�� So what fuck is happen to you ?

�� And what you do in street after dark ?

�� Craig lowers his head once more.

�� MBUJI

�� This is no place for white person.�

�� You try get kill ?��

�

�� With the sky at it`s darkest, Craig slowly

�� lifts his watch. It reads 01.47 hrs.

�� CRAIG

�� Listen..

�� I need your help.

�� (beat)

�� You`ve gotta help me find someone.

�� MBUJI

�� Who ?

�� CRAIG

�� You`ve gotta help me find my woman.

�� Mbuji turns to Craig perplexed.��

�� MBUJI

�� Woman ?

�� What woman ?

�� CRAIG

�� (dejected)

�� Listen..

�� .. earlier,

�� .. I took my woman out for a drink.

�� We ended up in some bar and ..

�� Craig`s hands start to shake again.

�� CRAIG

�� .. and .. I got beat up real

�� bad and lost consciousness.

�� They must have thrown me out�

�� and dumped me down that street

�� where you found me.

�� Mbuji`s eyes light up. His face awakening,

�� we see his interest growing sharply.

�

�� His behaviour telling us he is willing to

�� listen carefully to what Craig is saying.

�� MBUJI

�� What about woman ?

�� CRAIG

�� I couldn`t say. My memory is blurry

�� but I`m afraid Sheila may still be there.

��

�� MBUJI

�� "Sheila" ?

�� Wait..

�� (pause)

�� .. you talk about

�� white woman ?!

��

�� CRAIG

�� She`s white. Yeah.

�� We slowly zoom in on Mbuji`s face.

�� His nostrils flaring, we see his pupils dilating.

�� As we focus on the black man`s eyes, we can�

�� see that his bulbs are of nasty yellowish

�� colour, cracked with tiny veins.

��

�� Mbuji`s surprised reaction is almost sadistic.

��

�� Unknown to Craig, it is obvious that the big

�� Senegalese is actually finding pleasure in

�� what he is hearing.

��

�� The thought of a white woman instantly swelling

�� a noticeably large bulge in his pants.

�� Mbuji remains quiet for a while.

��

�� He looks out into the savage darkness.

�� His eyes fully alert.

�� He stares at the old metal depot.

�� It`s windows smashed. It`s roof half collapsed.

�� We see the leftovers of a burnt down van.

�� It is without wheels and missing a side door.

�� There are some slashed tyres on the ground with

�� overgrown grass piercing through them.��

��

�� We see a large stack of rusty metal beams now

�� covered in scruffy graffiti along with a number

�� of black rubbish bags randomly popping up from

�� out of the grass.��

�� His curiosity growing, Mbuji brings his

�� attention back to Craig.

�� MBUJI

�� You remember what�

�� bar called ?

�� We see Craig crumpling his bruised

�� forehead trying to remember.

��

�� CRAIG

�� Uhm.. it was called the

�� "Nwufoa Niger".

�� He turns to Mbuji.

�� CRAIG

�� Do you know it ?�

��

�� Mbuji`s eyes stretch wider.

�� He appears conveniently appalled

�� as he hears the local`s name.

�� He looks at Craig in a patronizing manner.

�� MBUJI

�� (Incredule)

�� Wait.

�� (pause)

�� You tell me that you

�� bring white woman into

�� the heart of Africa ..�

�� (pause)

�� take her out in middle of night..�

�� (pause)

�� and then ..

�� (pause)

�� left her all by self ..

�� .. in nasty bar for blacks,

�� in very dangerous area ?!?��

�� Dejected, Craig slowly nods his head.

�� He brings his hands to his face.

�� He covers his eyes as his body sinks into the seat.

�� Guilt enveloping him, Craig appears to be a broken man.

�� We see Mbuji turn towards his window.

��

�� As his eyes glitter, we see a slight grin grow

�� on one side of his cheek.

�� From within the vehicle, we slowly begin to

�� zoom down from Mbuji`s face to his waist area.

�� We focus on his significantly large thighs

�� as the beige fabric of his cotton trousers

�� are heavily overstretched.

��

�� Sandwiched between Mbuji`s thighs, we see the

�� prominent and very thick shape of what appears

�� to be an extremely long and heavy penis.

�� The noticeably thick rod forcefully begins

�� to twitch from beneath the fabric. It`s

�� impressive proportions now becoming

�� completely obvious.

�� The big man is in a state of complete arousal.

��

�� Unseen by Craig, we see the large Senegalese

�� slowly bring his right hand down to his groin.��

�� His bulky hand slowly squeezes his prominent��

�� bulge as he lifts his heavy balls and with

�� his yellowish palm starts to stroke his long

�� shaft hidden beneath his trousers.

�� Craig looks out into the darkness once again.

�� His fear growing tenfold as his vision

�� scouts the old railway line.

�� It leads to nowhere.

�� We see Mbuji look at Craig, his nostrils still

�� flaring. The black man`s stare doesn`t reveal

�� an inch of pity.��

�� Craig turns back to Mbuji.

�� CRAIG

�� So do you know the place

�� or not ?

�� Mbuji now appears serious. His face stone cold.

�� Mbuji nods is head.

�� MBUJI

�� Listen. Let me ask question.

�� The woman, is she you wife ?

�� CRAIG

�� No.

�� We haven`t been seeing

�� each other that long.

�� MBUJI

�� (condescending)

�� Good.

�� Craig appears confused.

�� CRAIG

�� What do you mean ?

�� MBUJI

�� You are very stupid white man.

�� (pause)

�� You want serious advice ?

�� (pause)

�� Go back to you hotel.

�� Lock the door.

�� And then start pray for the sun

�� to go up ..��

�� Mbuji eyeballs Craig. His look is intimidating.

�� MBUJI

�� .. then tomorrow ..

�� you buy ticket for plane ..

�� and get fuck out of here.

�� Craig`s bruised face is shocked.

�� CRAIG

�� What are you talking about ?

�� I can`t leave her here.

�� Mbuji appears frustrated.

�

�� MBUJI

�� LISTEN TO ME !

�� By now, you woman is

�� already dead.

�� We see Craig`s face drastically deflate.�

�� CRAIG

�� What do you mean ?

�� MBUJI

�� (irritated)

�� Listen ..

�� .. you have any idea of�

�� how dangerous here is ?

�� Craig listens.

�� MBUJI

�� I have see gangs of

�� blacks kidnap adult men ..

�� .. rape in the bottom and

�� fuck in the mouth for days

�� before they cut his throats !!

�� Craig`s face sinks.

�� MBUJI

�� You hope she alive ?

�� (pause)

�� You no realise that most all

�� black man here have no see a

�� white woman in the flesh before ?

�� MBUJI

�� (continued)

�� You imagine if this men got chance

�� to use their black penis on

�� white woman� ?

�� Craig`s bruised head badly starts to ache.�

�� CRAIG

�� (desperate)

�� Are you saying that right now ..

�� .. she could already be ..�

�� (pause)

�� .. dead.

�� MBUJI

�� Is very possible.

�� I ask you question..

�� .. is the white woman have good body ?

�� CRAIG��

�� Well .. she does, yeah.

�� MJUTI

�� And this bar ..

�� .. when you go, is it full or no full ?

�� CRAIG

�� I can`t remember that well. It was quite dark,

�� but ..�� yeah..� it was pretty full.

�� MBUJI

�� In this case .. there is chance

�� woman is still be alive.

�� (pause)

�� But ..

�� is maybe better for her if she dead !

�� Craig looks confused.

�

�� CRAIG

�� What do you mean ?

�� MBUJI

�� Very easy.�

�� The more the woman have good body and��

�� the more the black man there is� ..

�� (pause)

�� .. this mean that your woman ..

�� (pause)

�� .. is be raped by many�

�� men for much longer time.�

�� (pause)

�� And if they pushing the penis

�� into her holes they

�� are not slit the throat.

��

�� Craig`s desperation turns to numbness.

�� MBUJI

�� But, like I say,

�� if she dead or she still live,

�� it no matter..

�� you best if you leave

�� straight away.��

��

�� CRAIG

�� But Sheila ..

�� MBUJI

�� (shouting)

�� FORGET HER !!

�� Mbuji`s patience is now weakening.

�� MBUJI

�� Look .. even if she left alive,

�� she left for only one thing.

�� And this is : to be fuck by�

�� the blacks, all days.

�� Because is white is could

�� make her very much precious.

�� If no killed, it is very sure

�� she spend the rest of life

�� to being passed around many many

�� different gangs of blacks men.

�� Craig tries to recover his energies.

�� MBUJI

�� Like I say.

�� If you no want to die.

�� You leave here and no ever

�� come back.��

�� We see Craig involved in deep thought.

�� He stares out into the darkness looking for

�� a solution.

�� CRAIG

�� What about the police ?

�� Mbuji suddenly appears amused.

�� He quickly brings his large black hand up

�� to the review mirror and motions it towards

�� Craig.

�� MBUJI

�� Huh. Please..

�� .. you look again at colour of you

�� skin ! You forget you are white man.

�� You just no understand anything !

�� Craig appears perplexed.

�� MBUJI

�� The police here is all corrupt.

�� All corrupt. The drugs,

�� the prostitute..� .. the militaries

�� they involved in everything.

�� Also very much they hate the white.

�� (pause)

�� You go to them, you never see

�� you home again.

�� You tell them what is happen,

�� they laugh at you.

�� (pause)

�� You end up with other twenty

�� blacks men in small prison room.

�� They lock door and throw away key.�

�

� ��Craig`s reaction is quashed.

�� MBUJI

�� Like I say, you want to live, then

�� you leave here as fast you can.

��

�� Craig sinks once more into contemplation.

�� After a while of silence, we see Craig slowly

�� turn towards Mbuji.

�� CRAIG

�� Listen,

�� I hear what you say,

�� but..� I can`t..

�� I just can`t ..

�� I can`t leave, not without

�� even trying to find Sheila.�

�� Whether she`s dead or alive,

�� I`ve got to find her. I must.

�� Mbuji`s eyes sharpen.

��

�� His facade becoming more

�� and more unreliable.�

�� The black man starts to appear calmer.

��

�� He now looks at Craig in a condescending

�� way. His cigarette dangling loosely from

�� his fat pink lips.

�� We see a devious grin lurking behind the smoke

�� as it leaves his thick mouth, his true

�� intentions not yet obvious.

�� We see him turn to Craig in an awkwardly

�� patronising way.

�� The big black man demonstrates what

�� immediately appears to be a fake

�� concern for the bruised white

�� man`s troubles.

�

�� Strangely, we suddenly see Mbuji offer

�� Craig his help.

�� MBUJI

�� Ok.

�� If you decide like this is

�� you choice.

�� If want, perhaps I can help.

�� Craig looks at Mbuji.

�� He suddenly appears grateful.

�� CRAIG

�� You would ?

�� MBUJI

�� I know this place well.

�� If I no help, you definitely

�� get self killed.��

�� So..

�� CRAIG

�� Ok, so what`s the first thing

�� we should do ?

�� MBUJI

�� We ?

�� No, no.

�� You listen me..

�� .. is best if you no come anywhere.

�� You white, remember ?��

�� Craig listens.

�� MBUJI

�� Look, I take you back to

�� hotel.

�� You stay there.

�� Lock door and wait for morning.

�� CRAIG

�� And what about you ?

�� MBUJI

�� Tonight I go around, ask people if

�� they see or hear about woman.

�� I come to hotel if I know anything.

�� If no, I come tomorrow morning.

�� We zoom away fom the car. It`s engine starts up.

�� We see the car headlights beam out beyond the scrappy

�� metal heaps, past the old railway line and into

�� the eary fields of overgrown grass and rubbish.��

�� INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - LATE NIGHT

�� We see a bruised and battered Craig open his

�� hotel room door.

�� Once inside, we immediately see him cross the chain

�� and bolt the door.

�� He slowly turns and looks around. The empty room

�� mirroring the void now deep inside of him.

�� The clock on the wall reads : 02.32 hrs.

�� We see Craig approach the bed, his movement a

�� slow and weak limp.��

�� As he gently lowers himself onto the mattress,

�� his head sinks into his lap.� We see Craig

�� cover his bruised head with his hands whilst�

�� he closes his eyes.

�� As the room`s window leads us out into the

�� the brutal darkness of the night, we hear

�� Craig begin to sniffle.�

�� As we zoom down over his lonely figure, we hear

�� an exhausted Craig whisper to himself.

�� CRAIG

�� Sheila.

�� EXT. ABUJA STREET - LATE NIGHT

�� We zoom in on Mbuji`s tacky old car as it slowly�

�� pulls up next to an overflowing rubbish container.

�� As the lights go off, we hear the engine cease.

�� We move around to the driver`s window. We see

�� the door gradually open as we focus on the ground.��

�� We suddenly see an extremely scruffy brown leather

�� sandle wrapped around an enormous black man`s foot

�� as it touches the ground.��

�� The black foot is covered in dust, it`s impressive size

�� spreading out heavily onto the ground.

�� It`s thick bulky toes have dirty, wragged

�� nails whilst it`s harsh yellowish soul spreads up

�� from beneath the scruffy sandle.

�� We slowly zoom up.

�� And up.

�� And up, further still.

�� As we move backwards, we begin to see the huge,

�� impervious and extremely powerful figure of Mbuji

�� standing tall next to his car. His massive upper arms

�� on display as he scratches his rugid face.

�� We see him looking ahead as if staring at something.

�� The camera pans around him. We now see his

�� impressive bulky shoulders.

�� We quickly focus beyond his shoulders.

�� We see that he is fact staring at an old sign

�� hanging on a tacky wall.

�� The sign reads : "Nwufoa Niger".

�� Mbuji`s eyes sharpen.

�� We see him start to walk towards the local.

�� To his right, the old alleyway.�

�� As we zoom down it, we see that it is empty.

�� Not a car or scooter in sight.

�� As we zoom out, we see Mbuji slowly enter the local.

�� INT. "NWUFOA NIGER" - LATE NIGHT.

�� The camera is now placed facing straight down the

�� small corridor leading to the bar area.

�� We see Mbuji slowly entering the local.

�� It now appears to be a very quiet environment.

�� As the camera moves upwards, we follow Mbuji from

�� a distance.

�� We see him come towards the bar area and

�� slowly turn around.�

�� We follow his movement.

�� We see that the local is almost completely empty

�� apart from a couple of drunks slumped in one corner

�� and the barman smoking a cigarette.

�� As the camera remains at a distance, we see Mbuji

�� approach the barman.

�� The pair begin to talk.�

�� After a while, we see a few smiles amongst

�� the two. Mbuji using the barman`s cigarette

�� to light a smoke of his own.�

�� We watch the barman as he loosely flips the

�� top off a bottle of something and starts

�� pouring a drink for the large Senegalese man.

�� Suddenly, we see Mbuji ask the black man

�� what appears to be a specific question.

�

�� Within a fraction of a second, we see the

�� bartender erupt into a mischievious laughter.

�� His eyes glowing, he starts gesticulating.

�� His arms waving, we are able to see the shape

�� of an hour-glass in his movements.

�� He quickly brings his hands to his chest

�� mimicking the forms of a woman`s breasts.

�� His laughter growing louder and louder,

�� the barman swiftly pours a drink for himself.

�� He downs it instantly letting out

�� a sigh of relief.

�� The camera now zooms away further.

�� We see Mbuji ask another question before�

�� downing his drink too.

�� We see a lurid smile now grow on the barman`s face.

�� He slowly tilts forward as if wanting to

�� whisper something to Mbuji.

�� We quickly see him pat one of Mbuji`s

�� huge shoulders, his smile fading��

�� as he starts to whisper in his ear.

�� The barman`s face now appearing much more

�� serious as he seems to be telling Mbuji

�� some vital information.

�� We see Mbuji`s lips thinning, his face�

�� straightening, his throat retracting as

�� he swallows the growing moistness��

�� building up in his mouth.

�� We see the bartender move away slightly.

�� He winks cunningly at Mbuji as his smile

�� quickly returns.

�� A now tense Mbuji leans in forward as

�� if wanting to ask a final question.

�� Zooming down from above, we see the barman

�� once again using his hands. We see his right

�� arm swaying from left to right as if giving�

�� Mbuji some kind of road indications.

�� We focus directly on Mbuji`s eyes as they

�� carefully take in all the indications.

�� Mbuji`s face becomes more and more tense,

�� his eyes glittering, his nostrils flaring.�

�� We see him stare intensely at the bartender

�� before nodding his head in agreement.�

�� Mbuji slowly runs his thick yellowish palm

�� over his sweaty shaved head.��

�� The bartender swiftly lowers his head too.

�� He eyeballs Mbuji with an implicit smile,

�� his cigarette dampened by his wet lips.�

�

�� We see Mbuji use his big left hand to remove

�� the sweat now gathered on his rough moustache

�� before grinning back at the bartender.

�� Mbuji slowly moves backwards as he eyeballs

�� the bartender. He promptly turns around.

�� We start to see him head towards the exit.�

�� EXT. ABUJA STREETS - LATE NIGHT

�� We are inside Mbuji`s tacky old car, the

�� camera staring through his unwiped front window.

�� The car is in motion.

�� It`s irregular movements signalling that it is

�� slowly passing over a bumpy surface of some kind.��

�� Zooming through the front window out into

�� the dark night, we get the view of an�

�� old bridge slowly getting closer.�

�� It`s concrete pillars plastered in graffiti,

�� the old bridge overshadows a pile of rubble

�� heaped below it. We see broken bricks, scraps of

�� metal, an old bicycle frame without wheels.

�� There are torn newspapers scattered across the

�� floor, slit rubbish bags and tacky steal pipes.�

�� Nearby, the remains of what could have been

�� a dog, splattered on the ground in a bloody

�� mess, now a feasting spot for hundreds of

�� flies and moths.��

��

�� As the car motions beneath the old bridge,

�� we se Mbuji`s large black arms begin to

�� turn the steering wheel to the right.

�� In the midst of the creepy night, the car

�� gradually exits from under the bridge and

�� begins to move down an old lane to the right.

�

�� As we proceed ahead, we see the frame of a

�� burnt down car, now overturned.

�� Mbuji`s continues.

�� His car slowly takes a left and then again a right.

�� As we follow it`s cranky movements in

�� the darkness, we see the vehicle�

�� entering an extremely rough

�� and abandoned area.

�� There are deserted old buildings crammed together,�

�� almost crumbling. Old sheds, only a few feet tall,

�� next to solid concrete structures, three or four

�� floors high, without windows or lights and surrounded

�� by puddles of putrid sewer waters.��

�� We see large sections of an old warehouse now collapsed

�� to the ground in a heavy heap of alluminion sheets,

�� steal beams and tangled barbwire.��

�� There are old copper pipes leaking, with a nasty

�� brownish fluid running to the ground as it meets

�� with pieces of dampened cardboard and broken glass.��

��

�� As the darkness of the night engulfs the area,

�� we she shadows randomly moving in the distance.

�� As Mbuji looks slightly to his left he sees the

�� flickering light of what could be a burning

�� bonfire. It`s glow darting amongst the tacky walls

�� of the old buildings.�

�� As he proceeds ahead, we see him take another left.

�� Moving forwards down a new track, much bumpier

�� than the previous, Mbuji starts to encounter

�� a succession of tacky old cars parked here and there.�

�� He sees their windows smashed, their metal

�� frameworks badly scratched and dented.

�� As he turns left again, he is immediately faced

�� with the burning bonfire. It`s wood sizzling up

�� into the darkness.

�� As we focus on the wild bonfire, we see a number

�� of large, heavy shadows spreading out, up

�� across the old building walls and down

�� across the floor in front of it.

�� As we zoom out, we suddenly see an intimidating

�� group of tall black men, huddled together,��

�� around the burning fire.

�� From a distance, we see puffs of dense smoke

�� smoothly leaving their mouths as rolled up

�� cigarettes are lightly placed amongst

�� their thick fingers.��

�� As Mbuji moves closer, we see that one of the large

�� blacks has a colourful vest stretched over his

�� wide chest. It almost glows in the darkness.

�� We see three vertical colours striped together.

�� A bright green stripe followed by a red one

�� and then a yellow. The middle stripe bearing

�� a small yellow star.�

�� As the camera moves closer, we see

�� some letters spread across the vest.

�� They read C-A-M-E-R-O-O-N.�

�� Mbuji observes the small crowd of immigrants.

�� He appears far from surprised.

�� As he passes by, we see the tall

�� gang of blacks look down at Mbuji.

�� Their interest quickly deflating as they

�� realise it`s just another rough-looking

�� negro heading down the track that night.�

�� Mbuji moves ahead.

�� As the car comes to a slow halt, we see

�� it stop just before a second concrete bridge,

�� this one even tackier than the first.

�� Again, we see large mounds of rubble beneath

�� the bridge. We see another small fire,�

�� this time burning at ground level.

�

�� It gives light to three black men, sitting

�� around it on overturned boxes and large stones.

�� We see Mbuji gently turn off the engine.

�� His carlights quickly fading out.

�� We focus on Mbuji`s eyes as he studies the three

�� men lazily squatted around the flame, not far

�� away from him.

�� He sees them passing around something,

�� their heads tilted forward,

�� their shoulders drooping.

�� We zoom in further. We now see the nasty features

�� of a dirty syringe needle violently piercing

�� one of the black men`s arms.

�� The man`s head shakes slightly as he

�� removes the syringe and promptly passes

�� it on to the negro next to him.

�� Unshocked, Mbuji moves his attention away

�� from the druggies. He spots a number of old

�� scooters nudged up against a tacky wire fence.

�� He sees a fresh row of tacky cars crammed together.

�� The parked vehicles sleeping undisturbed

�� in the pitch darkness.�

�� The rusty-fence enclosure surrounds an overgrown

�� field directly preceding a large concrete building

�� which is barely visible in the sheer darkness of

�� the night.

�� An abandoned edifice of some kind, we see that

�� half of one of it`s sidewalls is barely standing.

��

�� Surrounded by endless heaps of rubble and rubbish,

�� the dark and seemingly deserted building stands a

�� few floors high, almost completely hidden

�� behind the old bridge.��

�� The silence of the scary area is suddenly disturbed.

�

�� We see a group of rowdy Nigerians walking towards

�� the car, in the opposite direction of the bridge.

�� There are five of them.

�

�� They appear very lively. We see them aggressively

�� scruffle up some empty beer cans and throw them

�� into the heaps of rubbish nearby.

�� We hear them yell in a savage way, blasting

�� out some African dialect as they appear

�� significantly appeased with themselves.

�� Mbuji promptly follows their movements in the darkness.��

�� He sees them approach the tacky old fence.

�

�� The five blacks suddenly start pulling at the wire.

�� A medium sized hole suddenly reveals itself in the

�� rusty enclosure. As they stretch it open, we see them

�� move through it one by one. They slowly find

�� themselves in the overgrown field.

�� A few moments after the last Nigerian has passed

�� through the hole, we see another big Nigerian

�� start to pierce through it, this time in the

�� opposite direction.��

�� He is soon followed by three other blacks, also

�� leaving the overgrown field.

�

�� Their faces covered by huge grins, we see the

�� four blacks laugh wildy as they smoothly

�� start to head towards the three druggies

�� slumped around the fire.

�� One of them promptly grabs a syringe

�� and brings it to his arm.

�� Zooming away from the car, we suddenly see Mbuji`s

�� large black arm hang out of his window.

��

�� We see him calling over to one of the Nigerians.

�� From a distance, we see the Nigerian approach the car.

�� As Mbuji`s head motions towards the old building,

�� it appears he is asking the Nigerian a question.

�� The rugid Nigerian, blatantly intoxicated,

�� immediately bursts out into an aggressive laughter.

�� He soon brings his thick black hand towards his

�� trousers and quickly cups his bulky groin.

�� As his tongue dangles loosely from his lips, we

�� see his eyes rolling madly, as if he were in a

�� state of total delight.

�� The Nigerian quickly turns around and faces the

�� rusty old fence, leading into the overgrown field.

�� He stares emphatically at the creepy old building,

�� letting out a powerful yell of satisfaction

�� and ecstasy.

�� He soon turns back towards Mbuji.

�� From a distance, we see the almost crazed

�� Nigerian violently start to move his hips

�� back and forth, back and forth.

�� As his grin expands, we se him mimicking

�� the act of anal sex.

�� Mbuji deviously watches the Nigerian.

�� His tongue still dangling, we then see

�� the black man stand erect as he brings

�� his right hand at the height of his waist.

��

�� We see him spread his large black hand out

�� in front of him as if he were holding

�� someone`s head.

��

�� His waist movement now resuming, he starts

�� mimicking the act of a violent blowjob.

�� His thick pink tongue spread out, the Nigerian

�� starts licking his lips in sheer delight.

�� Once more, he yells in ecstasy.

�� We see Mbuji say something to the black man.

��

�� The Nigerian soon spreads his arm out and begins

�� to point towards the rusty old fence.

�� His laughter growing louder and louder.

�� As the black man slowly starts to head back

�� towards the other druggies, we see the powerful

�� frame of Mbuji slowly exiting his car.

�

�� We follow the Senegalese as he starts to head under

�� the bridge.

�� Mbuji soon reaches the row of tacky old cars and

�� scooters.

�� He passes them by, looking for the hole in the

�� rusty fence.

�� With the camera at shoulder height, we follow

�� Mbuji as he slowly tries to fit his large

�� frame though the rugid hole.

�

�� He barely manages it.

�� We now follow Mbuji in the darkness, as he starts

�� to move ahead, across the field, amongst the

�� overgrown grass.

�� We see him promptly dodging large metal pipes,

�� mounds of rubble, as well as a number of

�� splintered pieces of wood dangerously

�� lying in the wild grass.

�� We see more and more rubbish bags.

�� A scrapped toilet vase lying on the floor.

�� Old mattress springs, broken glass panels

�� and even an old car engine heaped on the

�� ground without mercy.

�� We watch Mbuji as he is forced to stretch his

�� pace beyond a smelly stream of brownish sewery

�� waters flowing from a broken underground pipe.�

�� As he gets closer and closer to the large concrete

�� building in front of him, we see that it`s thick

�� external walls bear the extended black marks of

�� an old fire.

�� The black burnmarks of the walls, now brutally

�� mixing with the glow of the graffiti

�� now plastering the crumbling edifice.

�� As he gets closer, Mbuji sees the large front

�� windows of the old building boarded up.

�� His gaze facing the ground, he can barely make out

�� the direction of a freshly improvvised footpath

�� leading to the side of the old building.

�� As things get darker and darker, we follow Mbuji as

�� he starts to head down the long path to the side of

�� the long edifice.�

�� Mbuji moves ahead in mortal silence.

�� We see the whites of his eyes piercing out

�� from pitch darkness. His look appears tense.�

�� As Mbuji gets closer to the other end of

�� the building, we begin to hear some voices.

�� The mumbles are blurred, but they begin to grow louder.

��

�� We follow Mbuji as he finally reaches the end of the

�� old building and slowly turns the corner.

�� The camera slowly moves upwards.

�� We look down on Mbuji as he is promptly confronted

�� with a large group of black men standing in front

�� of one of the building`s backdoors.

�� The blacks are extremely bulky and heavy.�

�� We see them smoking carelessly whilst a thick

�� line of empty beer bottles can be seen on

�� a small wall just behind them.

�� We see the black men turn their attention to

�� Mbuji as he slowly starts to head towards them.

�� As he approaches the group, we see Mbuji slowly

�� take a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket

�� and promptly light a smoke.�

�� From a distance, we see Mbuji begin to

�� mingle with the blacks. He offers a couple of

�� smokes to some of the men before patting one

�� of them on the shoulder.

�� We now see the men randomly talking.

�� Mbuji soon appears to be at ease as he huddles

�� with the other men.

�� We see him smoothly say something before the

�� rest of the blacks start to snigger at his joke.

�� The camera zooms away further.

�� Mbuji gradually turns his attention to the

�� building`s backdoor.�

�� We see him ask something to the other men

�� as a slight grin invades his face.�

�� The group of blacks begin to murmour emphatically.

�� Suddenly we see Mbuji bring his large black

�� hand to his groin area and heavily cup his

�� thick bulge.�

�� The group of blacks start to laugh in agreement.

�� One of the men soon offers the Senegalese a swig

�� of his bottle before pointing towards the door.

�� The men now begin to nudge Mbuji towards the

�� old building, enticing him to enter.�

�� Amongst the cheers of the large group, Mbuji

�� takes a swig at the bottle before handing it back.

�� He takes a final puff of his cigarette before

�� flicking it to the ground.

�

�� He suddenly turns towards the back door.

��

�� He gives one final look back at the sniggering

�� blacks before he starts to motion towards the�

�� building`s back entrance.

�

�� We follow Mbuji at shoulder height.

�� He opens a scrappy old metal door.

�� Badly hinged, we hear it scraping on the

�� ground as the large Senegalese man now

�� enters the dark building.

�� INT. OLD BUILDING - LATE NIGHT

�� Once inside Mbuji is surrounded by darkness.

�� In the distance we see a small light bulb,

�� badly lit, barely revealing an almost

�� crumbling wall.

�� As we focus on the old wall, we see a number

�� of holes spread throughout it.

�� As a slight breeze sweeps the dark room, we see

�� the hanging light bulb swaying slightly.

�� Through one of the holes in the wall we catch

�� a glimpse of an old stairway on the other side of it.��

�� We see Mbuji begin to head towards it.

�� Mbuji soons starts up the dusty concrete steps.

�� As he moves upwards and away from the dangling light

�� he is again faced with complete darkness.

�� Now on the first floor, we see Mbuji take out

�� his lighter.

�� He quickly lights a small flame, directing it in

�� front of him.

�� In semi-darkness, he sees nothing but heaps

�� of rubble. Old steel frames, dusty planks and

�� unplastered walls. A squallid sight.��

�� The floor is completely abandoned. It`s

�� blackened walls covered in graffiti.

�� Mbuji motions his lighter to his right.

�� He turns back to the stairway and up

�� another flight of dusty steps.

�� Mbuji quickly reaches the second floor.

�� Without stopping, he starts a new flight of steps.

�� Again surrounded by darkness, Mbuji is now on

�� the third floor.

�� We follow him at shoulder height once more.

�� Ahead of Mbuji, we see a slight beam of light

�� piercing through one of the boarded up windows.

�� It reveals a small corridor leading to a

�� much larger one running the length of the

�� old building.

�� As the light gradually improves we see Mbuji

�� return his lighter to his pocket.

�� He starts to head down the long corridor

�� very cautiously.�

�� Following Mbuji`s glance as we move forward, we

�� start to see cigarette butts scattered here and

�� there on the dusty floor.

�� As we continue down the long corridor, we see

�� a number of rusty metal doors badly secured

�� in front of tacky old rooms.

�� We see one of the metal doors lying on the

�� floor. Mbuji promptly stops in front of it.

�

�� Stepping over the door, he enters the old room.

��

�� In semi-darkness, we see electric wires dangling

�� from ceilings, broken glass covering the floors.

��

�� As rubbish bags abound, we suddenly see

�� a couple of large rats swiftly rush up an

�� old brass pipe.

�� Mbuji is unmoved.

�� As he lowers his head to the ground he

�� sees more empty bottles and cigarette butts.

�� Turning towards his left, he soon spots a�

�� scruffled magazine piercing from under a

�� stained pillow on the floor.�

�

�� We see Mbuji pick up the magazine.

�� As he opens it, we zoom in on its contents.

�� We see the features of a black woman.

�� Her legs are wide open as a large black penis

�� ferociously stretches her pussy.

�� In another picture we see her lips wrapped

�� around an even bigger black penis.

�� Mbuji quickly flicks through the pornographic

�� magazine before throwing it back to the ground.

�� We see him step back over the door into

�� the dark corridor once again.

�� He resumes ahead in his slow pace.

�� Delving into complete darkness once again,

�� Mbuji re-extracts his lighter.

�� We see the lighter-flame flickering

�� slightly. Mbuji is surrounded by silence.�

�� Again the camera follows Mbuji at shoulder height.

�� He continues ahead, deeper into the dark belly

�� of the old building.�

�� As the flame goes out, we see Mbuji begin to

�� struggle in an attempt to re-ignite it.�

�� In pitch darkness, we suddenly see Mbuji`s

�� large frame immobilized at the centre of the

�� corridor as if he had heard something.

�� We fade up the volume.

��

�� The distant echoes of some voices can now be heard.�

�� Mbuji soon manages to re-ignite the lighter.

�� He stands still as the small flame poorly

�� lights the long corridor in front of him.

�� We see Mbuji begin to proceed ahead very slowly.

�� After a while, the small flame reveals a large

�� brick wall, covered in cob-webs.

�� To it`s right however, we see the mouth of

�� a small stairway leading down to another

�� corridor, even darker.��

�� Mbuji looks down it. He appears unconvinced.

�� He turns around, staring back into

�� the darkness surrounding him.

�� Suddenly, we hear some new mumbles coming

�� from down below.

�

�� Mbuji quickly brings his attention back to

�� the stairway.

�� We see him lower his lighter as he now

�� takes a better look.

�� He sees a long crack running down one of

�� the sidewalls. Some rugid concrete

�� steps covered in dust and a rusty sidebar

�� dangerosuly hanging from it`s supports.�

�� As we zoom away, we see Mbuji start to descend

�� the tight and dark stairway.

�� As he reaches the bottom step, we start to hear

�� random voices mumbling in an African dialect.

�� Mbuji looks ahead.

�� We see another tight corridor, with a rather

�� low, crumbling ceiling.

�� At the very end of it, we can see a dim light

�� spreading across it`s uneven surface revealing

�� another larger corridor turning to it`s left.

�� Crouching his heavy shoulders, Mbuji starts to move

�� towards the end of the tight corridor.

�� The voices now become slightly louder.

�� As Mbuji reaches the end of the corridor he

�� closes his lighter once more and again returns

�� it to his back pocket.

��

�� As he approaches the corner, he sees the

�� flickering of an old light bulb dangling

�� from an electric wire.

�� Mbuji turns the corner as the dim light

�� reveals a larger corridor.

�� As the voices grow louder, Mbuji spots a tight

�� group of rough-looking blacks, maybe eight or

�� nine, huddled together smoking.�

�� Studying the length of corridor, Mbuji quickly

�� spots another dangling light bulb about fifty

�� yards further down.�

�� He soon sees another group of men, maybe

�� thirteen or fourteen blacks, beneath the

�� second light.

�� They appear drunk. Their movements erratic.

�� Their voices intimidating.

�� We see them holding beer bottles and smoking

�� dodgy cigarettes as a nasty smell of cannabis

�� invades the area.

�� As Mbuji begins to take a few steps forward,

�� he promptly brings his large black hand

�� to his forehead.�

�

�� It sweeps the sweat now dripping from his head

�� as he begins to mingle with the large crowds.

�� An old mirror, half smashed, can be seen to the

�� right. It`s surface blurry, it is completely

�� steamed up by the crowds` intense body heat.

�� As we zoom in on Mbuji`s face, we see his

�� nostrils flare as they meet with the revolting

�� smell now surrounding him.�

�� A terrible mixture of sweaty vests, hairy arm-

�� pits, dusty sandles and, to the left,�

�� what used to be a small toilet room.�

�� Peeping inside, Mbuji sees a filthy old toilet

�� stained by sticky brown escrements. It`s sewer

�� pipes leaking, we see flies hovering in delight.

�

�� As Mbuji moves down the large corridor he

�� sees one of the sidewalls dampened in patches.�

�� Looking further down, in semi-darkness, he sees

�� the shadow of a big black man facing the wall.

�� We suddenly see yellowish liquid splashing

�� ferociously against the wall.

�� We zoom in.

�� We suddenly see a large black hand firmly wrapped

�� around a long and swollen penis. It`s thick, pink

�� helmet on display, we see the large black man

�� urinating undisturbed against the wall.

�� Mbuji moves ahead as if totally unnoticed.

�� As he moves further down the large corridor, he

�� begins to hear the faded rumours of some rowdy

�� cheers coming from a distance.�

�� He moves ahead slowly as the cheers gradually become

�� more and more vivid.

�� In proximity of the second light bulb, Mbuji

�� stops in front of the second crowd of blacks.

�� He soon spots a couple of negros leaving the

�� crowd. They start to head down a much tighter

�� corridor to the right.

�� Now standing in front of the tight corridor,

�� Mbuji watches the two men go down it. They

�� then swiftly turn to the left.�

�� As Mbuji focuses on the two men, we hear the

�� rowdy cheers becoming closer.

�� Mbuji watches the two blacks turn the corner.

�� He quickly sees four other Nigerians come

�� round it in the opposite direction.

�� As the four shadows approach the larger

�� corridor, we see that one of them is

�� walking strangely, as if his

�� movements were impeded slightly.�

�� As they enter the light, we suddenly see a big

�� black man in front, tugging at his pants.

�� Mbuji looks ahead curiously.

�� The black man has an enormous grin curling up his

�� ugly rugid face. We see his pants down by his

�� thighs, his tight vest soaked in vapouring sweat.�

�� As we zoom in, we see a swollen and veiny penis

�� dangling visciously between his black thighs.

�� A white fluid trickling from its tip, the man

�� appears elated.� ��

�� As he joins the other blacks, he is soon

�� saluted by a loud roar. The other negros

�� chuckling in delight.

�� Mbuji stares down the side corridor.

�� His eyes sharpening, he now watches three more

�� blacks as they begin to venture down it.

�� They soon disappear to the left.

�� As the wild yells coming from the thin corridor,

�� grow louder and louder, Mbuji slowly starts to

�� head down it.

�� One slow step at a time, he hears more and more

�� voices cheering and laughing.�

�� As Mbuji gets closer to the corner of the thin

�� corridor, he suddenly remains immobile.

�� From off-screen in fact, we suddenly hear the

�� agonizing and terrified screams of a what

�� appears to be a woman.

�� Mbuji`s eyes are stretched wide.

�� He quickly turns the corner to the left and is

�� immediately presented with another dark corridor,

�� even tighter than the previous.

�� The corridor is packed with dozens of huge black

�� men, all jammed together like sheep.

�� The majority of them bare-chested, we see their

�� rough black skin, soaked in sweat, shining with

�� a glow below another twitching light bulb.��

�� As Mbuji studies the big herd of sweaty negros,

�� he sees the large men all facing a small entrance

�� to what appears to be a tacky old room.

�� Looking towards the old room, Mbuji sees that in

�� fact the room is filled to the brim, overflowing

�� with big black men all ferociously nudging each

�� another trying to gain entrance.�

�� Studying the sweaty crowd of blacks, Mbuji soon

�� hears another desperate cry.

�� It is now obvious that the female voice

�� is coming from the old room.

�� We hear the voice in a state of desperation

�� and sheer agony.

�

�� We watch Mbuji as he soon detects an American

�� accent in the pleading cries of the female voice.

�� FEMALE VOICE

�� (agonizing)

�� NO !!!!

�� As the wild roars of the brutal crowd grow louder

�� and louder, the female voice is suddenly quashed.

�� Unable to scream, we soon hear the woman begin to

�� moan in desperation as if her mouth had been

�� filled up with something.

�� As Mbuji listens carefully, he soon sees two tall

�� negros, fighting their way past the large crowd,

�� trying to leave the room.

�� As they begin to head towards Mbuji, he sees that

�� they are laughing diabolically.

�� Panning down, we suddenly see that the two black

�� men are totally naked as they come forward.

�� Their powerful black bodies completely soaked in

�� sweat, the muscular black men shine impressively�

�� as they get closer.

�� As we zoom in, we see their heavy black penises

�� swinging from left to right. Still semi-erect

�� and extremely swollen, they assume a snake-like

�� appearance as they sway outwards.�

�� The two sweat-drenched blacks soon pass Mbuji and

�� head around the corner as the animal-like roars

�� from the room grow louder and louder.

�� Focusing on Mbuji`s face we see his lips thinning.

�� Once more, he brings his large black hand up to

�� his sweaty forehead and wipes it with verve.

�� Mbuji now looks ahead with violence. Almost in an

�� ape-like manner, his pupils dilating, his

�� nostrils flaring.

��

�� We see the rugid black skin of his cheeks crumple

�� as he begins to grin with devious pleasure.�

�� We now see Mbuji start to move ahead.

�� His large frame mingling with the tight crowd

�� of blacks, we see Mbuji`s impressive height

�� easily matched by a number of other large

�� negros eager to enter the old room.

�� Mbuji starts to use his raw physical strength

�� to slowly make way for himself.�

��

�� We see him completely surrounded by the herd

�� of sweaty negros.

�� His eyes stretched intensely, we now see sweat

�� gathering on his forehead as Mbuji uses his

�� heavy shoulders to gradually slice through

�� the wild crowd of blacks.

�� The camera follows Mbuji at shoulder height.

�� As we get closer to the entrance of the room,

�� we see that in fact it is completely full.�

�� Panning in every direction, we see nothing but

�� large black men all sweating and laughing, crammed

�� together in concentric circles facing the centre

�� of the room beneath a dangling light bulb.�

�� As Mbuji enters, he is immediately engulfed

�� by the revolting smell of the steamy and

�� sweaty room.

�� As sweat drips from his forehead, we see Mbuji

�� look around himself. His nostrils invaded by a

�� terrible mixture of stale urine and body sweat.�

�� As the crowd open up slightly, a nasty smell

�� vapours towards Mbuji. The smell is obvious.

�� It is the smell of unwashed genitalia.

�� Fresh penis fluid and stale urine.�

�� Mbuji`s nostrils flare out further.

�� We see him looking ahead trying to figure out

�� what is going on when suddenly we hear the

�� desperate female voice once again.

�

�� This time it is very close.

�� FEMALE VOICE (off-screen)

�� NO, PLEASE !!! PLEA..�

�� Once more, the voice is interrupted.

��

�� Again, we hear more groans as the woman

�� appears to be in absolute agony.�

�� As the cheers once again grow louder, we

�� see Mbuji begin to motion forward.

�� We see him determined. With authority Mbuji,

�� begins to nudge his way ahead.

�

�� Again the camera follows at shoulder height.

�� As the crowd gradually opens up, the agonizing

�� female moans grow louder and higher.

�� Mbuji starts catching the glimpse of what

�� appear to be steel legs of a scrappy

�� old work-table.�

�� Moving closer to the inner circles of negros,

�� we see that the big blacks are completely naked.

�� Amongst the wild cheers, we see heavy shoulders,

�� bulking biceps, shiny naked thighs, fleshy round

�� bottoms soaked in trickling sweat and many long,

�� thick black penises dangling amongst the steam.�

�� As Mbuji is only a few feet away from

�� the centre of the room, the desperate

�� female moans are imminent.

�� We zoom in on Mbuji`s face as the ferocious

�� crowd, surrounding the old table, slowly

�� begins to open up.

�� Staring ahead, we suddenly see Mbuji`s

�� eyes stretch wide open.

�

�� His pupils dilating, we see Mbuji`s

�� breathing deepen heavily as he is

�� suddenly presented with a barbaric

�� scenario directly in front of him.

�� The camera slowly zooms in.

�� Gradually moving beyond Mbuji`s shoulder,

�� we focus the lense.

�� As we move in we have a full vision of a white�

�� woman, spread-eagled across the table. Totally

�� surrounded by the huge negros.

�� We move closer ..� It is Sheila.�

�� Mbuji stares ahead in shock.

�� As we zoom down over her, we see that Sheila`s

�� body has been stripped completely naked.�

�� We soon see Sheila`s enormous breasts trembling

�� frantically as a number of big black hands are

�� ferociously cupping and massaging her fleshy mounds.

�� We see other hands violently pulling at her wrists,

�� whilst others dynamically grasp her ankles,

�� stretching her legs out wide.

�� Sheila is totally immobile, spread-eagled, degraded.

�� Her delicate white flesh soaked in sweat,

�� surrounded by dozens of huge negros.

�� As we zoom down, we move between Sheila`s legs.

��

�� As the camera moves closer, we see that her

�� pussy is in fact very thick and hairy.

�� Her bush exremely damp and sticky.��

��

�� Moving towards her stomach, we see sweat

�� trickling down into her tummy-hole.

�� We now see two big negros at either side

�� of Sheila`s naked body. Their large black

�� hands violently squeezing her fleshy busoms,

�� we see the big blacks taking it in turn

�� to suck on Sheila`s swollen and milky

�� nipples.

�� The camera smoothly moves up.

�� As we focus on Sheila`s neck, we see a

�� sticky white fluid trickling down it,

�� onto her silver necklace.

�� As the camera moves up slowly, we see more and

�� more fluid cover her neck and chin.

�� We zoom in closer as we hear Sheila moan in

�� desperation.

�� Moving upwards, we now see Sheila`s face.

�� Her eyes darting frantically, we see that her

�� stare is fixed dramatically on an impressive

�� pair of black man`s balls next to her left cheek.�

�� The heavy black balls are swaying from left

�� to right, covered in revolting black hair.

�� Dangling loosely, they are also dripping with

�� the sticky white fluid.�

�� As the camera zooms out slightly, we get to see

�� Sheila`s entire face as tears roll down it.

�� The whites of her eyes flickering in terror,

�� we now see a monstruous black penis, impressively

�� swollen and veiny, almost choking Sheila`s mouth.

�� We zoom in very close.

�� We increase the volume as the impressive black

�� rod stretches Sheila`s lips wide open.

�

�� We hear the degrading sounds of Sheila`s intense

�� sucking as well as the heavy friction coming from

�� the huge black penis ferociously invading her mouth.��

�� Sheila`s entire body now wriggles frantically as

�� the huge black rod pumps her delicate mouth.�

�� We see the enormous penis going in and out.

�� In and out. In and out.

�� And still.. in and out. Without stopping.��

�

�� Sheila`s lips are wrapped tightly around the

�� black schlong as it stretches her jaws wide.

�� Her nostrils flaring, we see her struggling for

�� air as she almost chokes on the huge penis.

�� As a large black hand now clasps her throat, we

�� see the terrifying black rod being forced

�� deeper and deeper down Sheila`s throat.�

�� Begging for air, we see Sheila`s tongue

�� as it barely manages to leave her mouth

�� in an attempt to breathe in.

�

�� The thick rod still deep down her throat,

�� we immediately see Sheila`s tongue forced

�� to lick the underpart of the black rod in

�� order to accomodate it.�

�� Sheila`s eyes squeem as she appears disgusted.

�� Mbuji stares ahead at the daunting blowjob.

�� Sheila is stretched further wide.

�� Her body completely naked, she

�� appears humiliated, totally degraded.��

�� The swollen rod invading her mouth as more

�� and more black hands violently massage her

�� wet body.�

�� Mbuji stares ahead in awe.

�� He immediately sees Sheila`s swollen nipples getting

�� harder and harder at each thrust of the large black

�� penis invading her mouth.

�� Her chest frantically heaving upwards, Sheila`s teary

�� eyes are soon directed down towards her shuddering

�� breasts as she realises just how stiffened her

�� milky nipples have become.

�� As the black rod continue to rape her mouth, we

�� see more tears run down Sheila`s cheeks as her

�� embarassment grows thrust after thrust.

�� Looking around herself, we see Sheila`s eyes meet�

�� with the eyes of the wild negros as they violently

�� stare at her juicy nipples getting stiffer and

�� stiffer.

�� As more hands rub her naked body, Sheila`s

�� breathing gets heavier and heavier.�

�� We see large black hands rubbing Sheila`s thighs,

�� massaging her ankles, cupping her large breasts.

�� As Sheila`s stiff nipples protrude high above her

�� shuddering breasts, we now see her legs stretched

�� even further outwards. We zoom in.

�� We see Sheila`s wet and sticky pussy gaping open.

�� Mbuji stares ahead in a state of crazed arousal.

�

�� His eyes glittering, we suddenly see him

�� bring his hands to his belt.�

�� A nasty grin covering his face, Mbuji starts

�� to unfasten his pants as he stares ahead

�� at the naked white woman helplessly

�� stretched out in front of him.

�� As we focus on his large black hands, we quickly

�� see a huge bulge growing beneath his pants.

�� His eyes fixed on Sheila, he starts to trudge

�� ahead heavily. His large, powerful frame

�� making its way amongst the wild negros.

�� END OF ACT 1.

��

�� (** for more info re related

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�� mpb1000@hotmail.co.uk - Thanks **)

��

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