���������� DEEP
AFRICAN HELL - ONE WAY TICKET�
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(Hardcore Porn XXX)
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(a movie screenplay)
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2.
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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.����
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CRAIG
������������ So
tell me Sheila, what is a pretty lady
������������
like yourself doing speed-dating ?
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SHEILA
������������ I
guess I`ve been single long enough now
������������
that I`ve finally figured out that it`s
������������ time
to start dating again.
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���������������������
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.
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SHEILA
������������
Well thank you for the compliment Craig,
������������
you`re looking rather nice too.���
����� The pair
stare at each other with anticipation.
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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.��
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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.��
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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.
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CRAIG
�������������
Are you joking ?
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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.
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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.
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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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4.
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CRAIG����������������������
�������������
Right.
�������������
Now, about this vacation.
�������������
Have you decided ?
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SHEILA
������������� Oh
Craig, you don`t have to ..
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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.
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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..
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SHEILA
����������� ��Are you absolutely sure you want to
������������� do
this ?
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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.
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NAOMI
��������������
Right, make sure you enjoy yourselves
��������������
and don`t forget the sun lotion.
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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.
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5.
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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.
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������� We see
Sheila and Craig enter the airport
������� as the
red volvo drives away.
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������� 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.� ��
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SHEILA
��������������
Oh Craig, this is such a beautiful
��������������
continent. I can`t believe I never
��������������
thought of visiting it before.�������
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CRAIG
��������������
Indeed it is.
������� �������
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SHEILA
�������������� I
kind of wish this moment would never end.
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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.�
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SHEILA
��������������
Really ?
��������������
Huh, the surprises just keep on coming.
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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.
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6.
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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".
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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.��
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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.
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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.
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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.
��������
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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.
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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.
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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.
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