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Deep African Hell

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Synopsis: A 42-YEAR-OLD BLONDE WOMAN IS KIDNAPPED BY A LARGE GROUP OF BLACKS WHILST ON VACATION IN NIGERIA. HER PARTNER IS THEN FORCED TO DECEIVE HER YOUNGER DAUGHTERS INTO BOARDING A PLANE AND JOINING THEIR MOTHER IN THE HEART OF AFRICA ONLY TO THEN FALL INTO THE HANDS OF THE HUGE NEGROS. (IN SCREENPLAY FORMAT)
DEEP AFRICAN HELL - ONE WAY TICKET

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

���������� DEEP AFRICAN HELL - ONE WAY TICKET

����������������� (Hardcore Porn XXX)

 

����������������� (a movie screenplay)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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����� 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.

 

 

 

 

 

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��������������������� 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.

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��������������������� 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

������������������������� filming activities please email

������������������������� mpb1000@hotmail.co.uk - Thanks **)

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