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AFRICAN HELL - ONE WAY TICKET
(Hardcore Porn XXX)
(a movie screenplay)
2.
FADE IN :
INT. WINE
BAR - EVENING
A number
of couples are sitting at candle-lit tables
chatting
amorously. As we focus on one of the central
tables we
see a man, CRAIG, in his late twenties,
liasing
with a middle-aged attractive woman, SHEILA.
Craig
holds a pen in his hand, as does Sheila.
CRAIG
So
tell me Sheila, what is a pretty lady
like yourself doing speed-dating ?
SHEILA
I
guess I`ve been single long enough now
that I`ve finally figured out that it`s
time
to start dating again.
CRAIG
Well, looking the way you are, I`m sure you`ll
find a lot of attention here tonight.
I,
for one, think you`re stunning.
Sheila
blushes with embarassment.
SHEILA
Well thank you for the compliment Craig,
you`re looking rather nice too.
The pair
stare at each other with anticipation.
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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.
3.
We hear
the rumour of a car engine.
A red
volvo pulls up the drive way.
A pretty
blonde woman in her late twenties, NAOMI,
Sheila`s
oldest daughter, wearing a suit top with
a
hip-hugging short skirt, swiftly gets out.
Pretty
face, small nose, with a slim body and long legs.
She
carries some grocery bags along the way to the house.
NAOMI
Hi
Mum. Hi Craig. Looking all cosy
there aren`t ya ?
SHEILA
Don`t we just honey ?
How was your day at the office ?
NAOMI
Oh, boring as usual.
My
feet are killing me.
Craig hugs
Sheila tight as he observes her
daughter
entering the house.
As Naomi
bends down to pick up some envelopes,
we see
Craig eying her up and down.
Her long
legs bending beautifully, her fair skin
stretching
all the way down to her feet.
SHEILA
Oh, this feels lovely.
I
really didn`t think things would turn out
the way they have. What with the age
difference and everything.
CRAIG
Are you joking ?
SHEILA
No, of course not. It`s just that with me
being much older than you.. divorced and,
well, a mother of two, I imagined that sooner
or
later something would go wrong.
CRAIG
Honey please stop talking nonsense.
The age difference n` all means
absolutely
nothing to me. I enjoy being with you and
that`s what counts. Trust me.
SHEILA
Sorry if I keep whining Craig.
(beat)
Yes, I do trust you.
I
guess we`ll just have to take every
day as it comes.
4.
CRAIG
Right.
Now, about this vacation.
Have you decided ?
SHEILA
Oh
Craig, you don`t have to ..
CRAIG
Nope, I`ve made up my mind.
Now come on, what`s it gonna be ?
Asia, Europe or a Safari ?
Sheila
hugs Craig tightly.
SHEILA
OK, after a long thought, I`ve decided on a Safari !
CRAIG
At
last.
Right then, well, I guess I can start
getting things sorted now.. tickets,
transport, some new sunglasses..
SHEILA
Are you absolutely sure you want to
do
this ?
CRAIG
Without a doubt.
Craig
strokes Sheila`s hair, he places a
gentle
kiss on her delicate lips as
he
embraces her warm body.
EXT.
INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - MORNING
Craig
and Sheila are standing in front of the red
volvo.
Their luggage by their feet, Naomi and her
sister,
JENNY, are nearby.
Jenny is
in her mid-twenties, very pretty, tall,
blonde
hair, tanned with a firm, slinky body.
NAOMI
Right, make sure you enjoy yourselves
and don`t forget the sun lotion.
SHEILA
We will honey.
Now make sure you look after your
sister
and try not to burn down the house ..
Naomi
smiles.
NAOMI
Have faith mother.
5.
CRAIG
Ok Sheila, we`ll have to hurry
if you still want to do some shopping
before the flight.
Naomi
and Jenny salute their mother and her partner.
We see
Sheila and Craig enter the airport
as the
red volvo drives away.
INSERT
TITLE CARD
1 WEEK
LATER
INT.
SAFARI JEEP - CONGO OUTBACK - AFTERNOON
Craig
and Sheila are holding hands as the off-road
vehicle
is making it`s way back from the
wilderness of the Congo outback.
With the
jeep in movement and the sun setting,
Sheila
sits on Craig`s lap contently.
SHEILA
Oh Craig, this is such a beautiful
continent. I can`t believe I never
thought of visiting it before.
CRAIG
Indeed it is.
SHEILA
I
kind of wish this moment would never end.
CRAIG
Don`t you worry honey, there`s plenty more
to see. Trust me. I told you it would be a
holiday you`d never forget.
We have many more places to visit before we
head back to the States.
SHEILA
Really ?
Huh, the surprises just keep on coming.
CRAIG
Oh yes. Fear not, I`ve planned
our
route carefully. I want you to see as
much of Africa as you can.
Craig
promptly extracts a map of the continent from
his side
pocket. He starts to point at their position.
6.
CRAIG
You see, Central Africa is one of the most
fascinating territories on the planet.
It`s natural beauty is simply unrivalled.
At this moment, we are here.
Craig`s
finger falls on "Congo".
CRAIG
I`ve arranged for us to travel horizontally
along this line.
Tomorrow we set off for Gabon. After that
we`ll cut through Cameroon and Nigeria and,
if I can arrange the transport, hopefully we
can then reach the Ivory Coast. I`ve read that
these territories are simply breathtaking.
Sheila
looks surprised.
SHEILA
Do you mean you have planned every thing
beforehand ? How on earth did you do it ?
CRAIG
Well, to be honest, not every single thing.
We may have to improvise accomodation and
transport when travelling through Ghana ..
But hey, we both love a bit of
adventure don`t we ?
SHEILA
Uhm, I guess so ..
INT.
SHEILA`S HOUSE - EVENING
We see
the main door swing wide open.
Naomi
makes her way through the door after
another
hard days work.
She
quickly throws her bag on the sofa before
assaulting the fridge. She takes out a chilled
bottle
of mineral water and brings it to her mouth.
As she
gulps the cold liquid down, we see her flip
her
shoes off. We zoom down to her delicate feet as
she
softly contracts her toes.
Naomi
places the bottle back and soon takes off her
jacket.
She reveals a slender body under a flimsy
pink
cotton vest.
We get
a glimpse of her stiff nipples piercing through
her
top, hardened by the cold water flowing down her
throat.
7.
She
soon drops her skirt to the ground, revealing a
pair of
tightly adhering slips firmly clinging to her
vaginal
area.
Her
vaginal mound is swollen, we can almost make out the
shape
of her delicate lips through the moist fabric.
As she
turns away from the camera we see her perfectly
firm
bottom cheeks sandwiching her skimpy panties
with
every movement of her hips.
Naomi
drops on to the couch exhausted.
With an
almost melancholic look, she stares out
the
window lost in deep thought.
MONTAGE
-
-
We see Sheila and Craig taking photos
in front of a waterfall;
-
Craig embracing Sheila at the top of a cliff
observing the sun set over the African horizon;
-
Sheila feeding Craig with bits of local cuisine;
-
Craig loading their luggage onto a long distance coach;
-
The pair snuggling up together at the back of the
coach as the African landscape passes them by.
INT.
LONG DISTANCE COACH - CAMEROON - DAY
Sheila
and Craig are sitting at the back of
the
coach as they head towards the border
between
Cameroon and Nigeria.
With a
series of progressive shots,
we
unexpectedly begin to see the landscape
gradually deteriorating before us.
The
changes are not for the best.
Makeshift sheds, burnt down cars, rubbish and
broken
glass, rusty bridges and holed roads.
The
beauty of the rural Africa with its wildlife
and
natural scenaries are slowly replaced by the
more
intimidating reality of suburban Nigeria.
The
coach passes a sign which reads ABUJA.
The
vehicle enters the city just after midday.
The
almost deserted territories of remote Congo are
now
replaced by substantial herds of black people,
old
cars and cheap markets.
8.
As
Craig turns to his left, he notices Sheila sleeping
by his
side. His face initally concerned, he is
now
relieved she has not witnessed the
non-pleasant features of that outer area.
He
turns his attention to his window in an
attempt
to take in as much of Abuja as he can.
Many
tall buildings hazardly crammed together.
Lots of
tight alleyways void of sunlight.
Intense
traffic, streets buzzing with
cheap
cars and tacky old buses.
Watching the locals passing by, Craig
stares sharply at the intense darkness of
their
skin. The blackest of the Africans.
We zoom
in on Craig`s face.
He
appears less enthusiastic,
sceptical about his choice of destination.
We see
the coach head into the city centre.
INT.
ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - DAY
As the
couple enter the hotel room,
Sheila
appears ecstatic to see a bed.
She
falls onto it as Craig closes the door.
SHEILA
At last! A real bed.
Oh my god, I think I could
sleep for days.
She
soon stretches out on it, puffing up the cushions.
CRAIG
It`s all yours honey.
Craig
smiles as he starts to
unfasten his suitcase belt.
INT.
ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Craig
calmly sits in one of the hotel room chairs,
sipping
on a pepsi whilst working on a crossword.
He
suddenly lowers his book and lifts his gaze.
We see
him stare with passion at the
delicate body of his travel companion
spread
out over the bed in front of him.
Sheila
lies across the mattress, bare legged and
without
sandles. She wears a baggy t-shirt, flimsy.
9.
Her
panties firmly hugging her hips,
her
slender thighs relaxed as her toes
are
pointing outwards slightly.
In her
forties, Sheila is still a very
attractive woman. She has a very pretty face
with a
soft complexion accompanied by a firm
body with smooth skin and a flat
tummy.
As the
African heat sweeps the room, Craig studies
the
enticing features of his companion before him.
We see
his gaze float over her body, her arms, her
legs.
His mouth watering, he sips at his coke
as an
obvious erection grows hard in his pants.
His
mind starts to deviate as he stares at the
mature
woman in front of him.
He
grins mischieviously as he catches a glimpse
of
himself in the mirror.
We hear
him sigh. He then murmours to himself.
CRAIG
You lucky bastard.
INT.
ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - AFTERNOON
We see
Craig fastening his shoelaces whilst
Sheila
is still in a profound slumber.
Craig
scribbles a message on a piece of paper
and
leaves it by her side before quietly
moving
towards the door and unlocking it.
Craig
leaves the hotel room as we zoom in on the piece
of
paper, it reads : "Gone to get some food for later,
be back
shortly, xx"
EXT.
ABUJA STREETS - AFTERNOON
Amongst
the intense hustle and clamour of the
Nigerian streets, Craig makes his first
contact
with the local people.
He
enters a riveting market area as the sun scorches
his
forehead, he takes a cap from his side-bag and
swiftly
places it on his head.
He
takes in the various odours of the products on
sale :
roasted vegetables, cornsticks boiling
in huge
caldrums, bruised bananas and other dodgy
fruits
darted frantically by hovering flys.
As
potential souvenirs, we see animal statuettes carved
out of
wood, tribe drums and handmade necklaces.
10.
We see
second-hand clothes and scruffy old rugs
surrounded by flee-infested dogs and bags of rubbish.
Alone
in such a place, a close-up of Craig`s face
reveals
a growing level of discomfort and preoccupation.
We see
tight crowds of black people, mainly men.
Craig`s
first impressions are based on the physical
aspects
of the locals.
As he
he mingles amongst the crowds, he is
blatantly
overshadowed by the surprising heigth
of the
heavy and much more muscular blacks.
Their
dark skin hardened without mercy by the
scorching heat, the tall locals have an intimidating
effect
on Craig as they tower above him.
Their
eyes comanding a sense of ruthless power
and
sheer fearlessness whilst their loud shouts
and
obvious physical strength assign them an
almost
beast-like masculinity.
We see
the wilderness of the African continent
now
reflected in the sheer primitivity and untamed
verve
of its natural inhabitants.
Craig
appears concerned.
EXT.
ABUJA STREETS - AFTERNOON
Craig
is heading back towards the hotel with a couple
of bags
of food. Rice and beans along with bottled water.
As he
approaches the entrance to the building, he spots
a
MARLBORO logo in a shop just opposite. With his nerves
playing
up on him, he is tempted to purchase some
cigarettes.
Turning
towards the shop, however, he notices a
large
group of blacks sitting on a crumbling wall
close
to the shop.
They
appear rough and rugid, many of them barefooted
with
dust-covered feet and sweat-stained clothes.
The men
are laughing and acting tough, breaking
bottles
and fist-fighting.
Craig
thinks twice about his smokes.
He soon
decides against buying the cigarettes and
heads
into the hotel instead.
11.
INT.
ABUJA HOTEL - AFTERNOON
Once
inside, Craig, spots an arrowed sign on
the
wall behind the counter that reads "BAR".
Relieved, he follows the arrow, takes a few turns
and
reaches the bar area.
Craig
approaches the bar with a slight grin.
The
bartender is a Nigerian man in his late thirties
with a
pot belly and brownish-yellow teeth. He has
a
devious look and an unfriendly face.
At the
sight of Craig, the bartender straightens
his back and puffs out his chest.
He
eyeballs Craig in an almost menacing way.
His
eyes studying the hated pale flesh of the
white
man now in front of him.
Politely Craig asks for some smokes.
CRAIG
Hello there, could I get some
Marlboro`s please.
The
bartender approaches the counter with
a dire
look. He scruffles his face unappreciately
before
letting out a sigh of frustration.
BARTENDER
How many you want ?
Craig
is surprised by the bartender`s cold approach.
CRAIG
Just one pack please.
The
bartender moves towards the cigarette stand.
CRAIG
Uhm, could you kindly tell me what kinds
of beverage you sell here ?
The
bartender looks confused as he places the
cigarettes on the counter.
BARTENDER
What you mean ?
CRAIG
I`m sorry, I mean do you just sell soft
drinks or alcohol too ?
The
bartender eyes Craig up and down, still
unhappy
about the white man`s presence.
12.
BARTENDER
We sell all kind of alcohol
here.
Craig
smiles nervously.
CRAIG
Wonderful. Well thankyou for your help.
He pays
for the smokes before heading back up
to the
room. The bartender watches him leave,
his
stare fixed aggressively on Craig.
INT.
ABAJA HOTEL ROOM - EVENING
We zoom
away from a clock in Craig and
Sheila`s room. It shows : 22.17 hrs.
We see
bread leftovers and unfinished rice
on
plastic plates with empty cups and scruffled
serviettes scattered across the table.
Craig
is slumped in a chair resting.
Sheila
instead is very alert, standing at
the hotel room window observing the
lights
down
below.
She
appears lively and cheerful,
eager
to discover her surroundings.
She
approaches Craig and nudges him affectionately.
CRAIG
Everything ok, darling ?
SHEILA
Yes, of course.
Craig
appears surprised by her liveliness.
CRAIG
Do you not want to get some rest ?
SHEILA
Not really.
I`ve been sleeping all day.
Sheila
now sits on Craig`s lap.
SHEILA
To be honest, I could do with
a drink right now. And to be fair,
I think you need one too.
Sheila
places her hands on Craig`s shoulders.
13.
SHEILA
Look at you, you`re all tense,
you need to loosen up.
Did you enjoy yourself this
afternoon ?
CRAIG
It was ok I suppose.
Do you really want to get a drink ?
SHEILA
Yeah, I haven`t had one since
we left the Sates.
Craig
strokes her leg.
CRAIG
Well, earlier I happened to buy
some cigarettes from downstairs.
There`s a bar and they definitely
sell drinks and stuff.
Sheila`s face lights up.
SHEILA
Great.
Just let me put some clothes on
and we can go straight down.
I can`t wait for a glass of wine.
Sheila
jumps up and heads towards the bathroom.
Her
slender legs and delicate feet on display.
Craig
watches her warm body move gracefully
in
front of him.
He
focuses on the forms of her fleshy breasts
bouncing beneath her t-shirt whilst her firm
thighs are exposed by her moving
top.
A
fresh erection now grows in Craig`s pants,
his
mouth becoming watery once again.
INT.
ABAJA HOTEL LOBBY - EVENING
As
Craig and Sheila descend the stairway into the
hotel
lobby, we see Craig looking for the
arrows
conducting to the bar.
Holding Sheila`s hand, he guides her down a first
corridor then a second.
As the
couple turn left they are confronted
with a large door locked and bolted.
Above
it we read the sign : BAR.
14.
Craig
looks surprised.
CRAIG
Shit.
I don`t think it`s open.
A veil
of disappointment now covers Sheila`s face.
SHEILA
Oh no.
I was looking forward to that drink.
What time did they close ?
CRAIG
I couldn`t say.
As the
couple scout for an opening-times notice,
we see
the bartender exit a side-room with some
keys,
a mop and a bucket.
Craig
spots him immediately.
CRAIG
Oh, excuse me sir, could you tell us
what time the bar actually closed ?
Face
to face with Craig, the bartender`s face
is
again covered with anger.
The
black man`s look, nonetheless, slowly changes
from a
state of frustration to one of excited delight.
Before
him the rare and arousing sight of a white
woman.
Immediately, his eyes are stretched wide.
We see
the devious bartender eying Sheila`s
delicate body. Her white flesh in strict
contrast with his black skin.
His
eyes eagerly study her clothes.
She
wears a light blouse, delicately covering
her
fleshy breasts with a stringy silver
necklace leading down to her ample bust.
He
spots her carefully shaved legs beneath a
flimsy
knee-length skirt, smoothly leading down
to a
pair of beautifully shaped calves.
He
looks at her tender feet, barely covered
by a
pair of leather slip-on sandles.
For
some reason, the bartender`s tone of
voice
now appears different from the one
of
earlier, much kinder and helpful.
15.
BARTENDER
Very sorry, but the bar
close at 8 o` clock.
As
Craig turns to Sheila not knowing
what
to do, the bartender resumes his ogling.
We see
him stare intensely at Sheila`s body.
For
some reason his eyes are led towards the
large
mounds protruding from beneath Sheila`s blouse.
Following the bartender`s look, the camera zooms
from a
side : it is now evident that, in fact,
Sheila
does have significantly large breasts.
Although quite baggy, her blouse, being tucked in
to her
skirt, reveals the basic forms of her heavy
breasts.
Eying
up the white woman, we see the bartender`s
eyes
sharpening, his lips tightening, a slight grin
revealing itself.
His
eye movements are almost erratic.
It
appears his mind is busy concucting something.
SHEILA
That`s a shame Craig.
CRAIG
I know.
The
bartender swiftly intervenes.
BARTENDER
Is ok. You no worry.
There is a bar a few streets down.
He
quickly points outside.
A
doubtful Craig checks his watch.
It
reads 22.35 hrs.
He
looks at Sheila. She appears hopeful again.
CRAIG
What do you think ?
Sheila
appears relatively content.
SHEILA
Uhm.. well.. if it`s not that far.
I suppose we could give it a try.
As
Sheila approves the idea, the bartender begins to smile.
16.
His
eyes light up as he seams to picture
the
idea. His staring resumes.
He
looks at the smooth white skin of her arms,
the
tenderness of her neck and then, again ..
down
to her large busoms.
CRAIG
What`s this bar called ?
BARTENDER
It is the "Nwufoa Niger".
A nice place, they sell all drinks.
The
dodgy bartender smiles at Sheila.
CRAIG
And you`re sure it`s only a few
streets down ?
BARTENDER
Yes, not far.
Sheila
grabs Craig`s arm.
SHEILA
Oh come on Craig.
We don`t want this bar to close too.
Still
sceptical, Craig agrees.
The
bartender`s grin extends further.
BARTENDER
You go out hotel.
Walk till end of road, then turn right.
After few minutes you come to smaller
road and turn left.
You see sign for "Nwufoa Niger".
Is very easy. No problem.
SHEILA
Thankyou, you`ve been very helpful.
The
couple head towards the exit as the bartender
watches them leave, his focus aimed entirely on
the
white woman`s legs and buttocks.
His
eyes sharpening, we see the bartender`s grin
turn
into a lethal smile as his right hand
slowly
moves down to his pants and starts to
stroke
his hardened penis.
The
camera zooms in on his smile, his brownish teeth
now
fully revealed from beneath his puffy lips.
EXT.
ABUJA STREETS - NIGHT
Arm in
arm, Sheila and Craig stroll down the main street.
The
area appears to be well lit and, in comparison to
daytime, very quiet.
Craig`s initial concerns of leaving the hotel seem to
slowly
fade away as the couple calmly proceed
down
the road.
Not a
single car had passed by, and the presence
of the
street lights had made him more comfortable.
As the
couple reach the end of the street, they see
a
smaller turn to the right.
We see
that there are large buildings on each side
of the
new street and their presence forbid the
same
degree of lighting as the previous road.
Much
tighter than the first, the new street brings
all
new doubts into Craig`s mind. He remains calm
nonetheless and continues as if indifferent.
As the
couple proceed for quite a distance down the
road,
it appears that they are gradually entering a
different kind of area, more industrial and slightly
less
welcoming.
As the
area gets darker and darker, Craigs concerns
resurface.
As the
couple continue ahead, they encounter mounds
of
rubbish, randomly appearing here and there,
piercing out from the darkness in front of them.
Plain
areas of overgrown grass, surrounded by rusty
wired
fences, are sandwiched between old buildings.
As a
new moon makes visibility even more tricky,
the
pair come across a small alleyway, to the left.
It is
dimly lit and seams to wind into a narrow bend.
As the
camera zooms in, we can barely read the letters
of a
scratched metallic sign, placed on a wall, above
an old
coca-cola logo, and next to a lamp post.
We
focus the lense, it reads : "NWUFOA NIGER".
A now
tiring Craig turns to Sheila.
CRAIG
This must be it. At last.
The guy said it wasn`t far.
I`m almost out of breath.
Sheila
squeezes his arm.
SHEILA
Well, at least we found it.
You can have a nice sit down now.
We see
the pair slowly start to head down
the
dark alleyway.
A few
yards away from the entrance to the bar,
Craig`s heart unexpectedly begins to pound.
He
sees rusty pipes to the side of the
building, old barrels and empty bottles.
He
tries to remain calm, not wanting to
reveal
his growing worries.
In the
bar`s proximity, we see an old streetlight
flickering. It reveals a small portion of another
street
to the left, unnoticed by the couple.
Zooming into the darkness, we a see a number of
big
old cars parked casually.
Many
of the vehicles have no windows, some are
without bumpers whilst others reveal tacky
interiors,
scruffy leather seats with large
holes
revealing bits of foamed sponge.
As
Craig gets closer to the entrance his nostrils
are
filled with a dire smell. A nasty mixture of
stale
beer, urine and what he most definitely
recognises as cannabis.
His
mind commands him to leave.
As his
doubts increase, Craig stops in his pace.
He
turns around to check his surroundings once more.
He
soon notices the nearby alleyway where the
old
cars are parked. He spots fading graffiti
on a
wall with some scrappy scooters left
under
a rusty stairway.
Fearing for their safety, he finally decides
they
should leave and return to the hotel.
As
Craig turns back to Sheila, we see that she is
no
longer by his side.
Craig
looks ahead concerned.
The
bar`s main door is wide open. We see an old rug
on the
floor leading down a tight corridor badly lit
by a
couple of small wall-lamps.
To
Craig`s surprise, we see Sheila already half way
down
the dark corridor, waiting for him to join her.
Craig
looks at Sheila in astonishment.
She
stares at him with a slight smile.
SHEILA
Come on lazy, don`t give up now.
A few more steps and you can sit down.
Almost
in a state of numbness, Craig moves towards her.
INT.
"NWUFOA NIGER" BAR - LATE NIGHT
Without even thinking about it, Craig finds
himself alongside Sheila, halfway down the
dark
corridor, walking towards a second door.
Our
point of view follows them at shoulder-height.
As the
couple go through the second door, they
are
confronted with a very dark and smokey atmosphere.
The
second door reveals another corridor, long and
narrow, with two sidewalls, which eventually
leads
up to the main bar area at the end of it,
forming a capital "T".
We
follow the couple as they slowly go down the narrow
corridor. From their point of view, the corridor
partitions only allow them to see that which is
directly in front of them : the bar counter.
As the
pair move towards the bar, we see
a tall
black man, rather scruffy, with a sweaty
forehead and unkept beard, behind the counter,
wiping
its surface.
Lifting his head slightly, his action comes to an abrupt
halt
at the sight of the couple coming towards him.
Shocked, his attention is fixed ferociously
on the
white woman daring to enter the local.
Incredule, his intense look scans her entire body.
The
black man studies Sheila very carefully.
Up and
down, very slowly, his eyes acutely
observing her white flesh, her arms, her legs.
His
eyes stretching, he notices the smooth swaying
of her
chest, her breasts bouncing slightly
with
each step taken.
As the
couple get closer to the counter, the
corridor partion walls slowly come to an end.
A few
steps ahead and the pair are now
in the
main bar area.
His
heart still pounding, Craig tries to focus
on his
surroundings. Amongst the smoke and
darkness of the local, he can hear many voices
in the
background.
As the
couple reach the counter, the drone-like
rumours from behind suddenly come to a halt.
Facing
the counter, Craig looks at the barman.
Almost
patronizing, the barman grins down at Craig
and
starts to shake his head in disapproval.
He
takes another good look at the white woman and
then, still smiling, he eyeballs Craig
as if he
were
staring at a fool.
Almost
mesmerized, Craig follows the black man`s
glance, his heart beating, his blood freezing.
The
barman looks intensely at Craig before looking
beyond, over the white man`s shoulders.
His
grin turns to laughter.
Following the barman`s glance, Craig slowly turns around.
His
heart stopping, he starts to feel his knees tremble.
As we
follow Craig`s blurry point of view amongst the
semi-darkness of the local, we see two smoke-filled
drinking areas to each side of the long corridor.
Craig
suddenly hears a terrifying roar from
all
around him. As he adjusts his focus,
he
feels his heart in his throat.
Before
him a frightening scenario.
The
local is filled to the brim with dozens of
huge
blacks. From left to right, Craig sees nothing
but large black men, all drinking and
laughing.
Their
intimidating mannerisms tell Craig everything.
The
blacks seem rough. They look dirty
and
unkept, definitely belonging to the
poorer
areas of the city.
He
sees cigarettes and beer bottles, unemptied
ash-trays and broken chairs.
He
looks nervously at the fierce negros.
The
majority of them are wide-shouldered and tall.
He
sees sweat-soaked vests and tacky thong-sandles.
Large
tattoos and thick collar chains.
The
steamy body smell from the drinking area soon
reaches Craig. An almost revolting mix of sweaty
arm-pits
and smelly unwashed feet along with a
nasty
wave of cannabis smoke and other susbtances
unknown to the white man.
A
number of the blacks are bare-chested revealing
hard
muscles and extremely strong upper-bodies.
Craig
quickly turns back to the barman.
Now
shaking, he remains speechless.
We
zoom in on his eyes, he looks down, petrified.
Terrified, Craig suddenly remembers about
his
companion.
We
follow Craig as he turns to his right.
We see
Sheila standing immobile, already afraid to move.
She is
closely surrounded by four large blacks,
the
men towering above her.
Her delicate white flesh in strict
contrast with
the
rough black skin of the large negros.
Sheila
nervously glances up at Craig before
lowering her head again.
Her
immobile body soon becomes the centre of
attention of the entire local.
Craig
looks around, he sees dozens of blacks
now
surrounding them both.
We
focus on the wild negro eyes fixing the white woman.
We see
them looking wildly at the thick mounds beneath
her
blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of
her
slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes.
Blushing with shame, Sheila looks up slightly.
She
sees the rugid and powerful features of the many
blacks
carefully studying her body. She notices their
eyes
constantly focusing on her voluptuous breasts.
Embarassed, she tries to cross her arms in order to
cover
her plump busom whilst her flimsy blouse
appears slightly damp due to the long walk.
Craig
loooks ahead petrified.
He
sees Sheila now completely surrounded as more
and
more negros approach the bar.
Craig
too looks at Sheila`s gorgeous body, her
swollen breasts protruding from under her blouse.
Terrified to imagine what would happen if the wild blacks
got
their hands on her, Craig tries to think of a way out.
As he
notices the barman laughing with the other blacks,
Craig
quickly realises that the situation is dire.
As all
reason abandons him, we suddenly see Craig
rush
towards Sheila, with a rash movement, and
grab
her arm in an attempt to drag her out.
As he
starts to pull her towards him, we suddenly see
a huge
black hand smack Craig straight across the face.
Within a few seconds, we see another coming
violently
from a
different direction.
As the
camera zooms away, we see Craig fall to the floor.
He is
immediately surrounded by half a dozen blacks.
We see
him on the ground terrified.
Craig
is now kicked and bruised, beaten without mercy.
We see
blood trickling from his mouth and across his
forehead.
We
hear Sheila scream as she witnesses the scene.
SHEILA
(shouting)
NO !! STOP !!! PLEASE !
As the
camera again zooms in towards Craig, we see
more
fists and more kicks.
Large
parts of Craig`s face are now purple, his
lips
badly cracked and puffed, his shirt torn.
The
furious negros gradually start to move away.
Left
lying semi-conscious in a puddle of blood,
Craig`s vision now becomes blurry.
We see
him struggling to keep his eyes open, his
hands
and shirt covered in blood.
We
switch perspective. We see things through
Craig`s point of view, at ground level.
His
vision alternates. We see a blurry state of
confusion,
then total darkness and then again a blur.
He can
barely make out the figures surrounding him,
as his
hearing also appears to be damaged.
He
suddenly feels his hair being grasped violently
by a
heavy hand. His head is roughly jolted upwards
as
other hands quickly grab his wrists and ankles.
We see
Craig being lifted up, almost without effort,
by
three of the blacks.
They
start to head towards the long corridor.
As
Craig is dragged away, we see him desperately
trying
to raise his wounded head.
With
blood still trickling and his vision
still
dramatically alternating, he tries
to understand
what is happening.
As he
looks towards the bar counter, he sees nothing
but
the broad shoulders of a large crowd of blacks
wildly
cheering and laughing.
As
Craig is being carried away towards
the
exit, he suddenly catches a glimpse of
Sheila`s face amongst the crowd.
Craig`s heart almost misses a beat. He sees a huge
black
hand forcefully wrapped around Sheila`s mouth.
We see
the whites of Sheila`s eyes frantically
moving, as terror invades her entire body.
As
Craig is dragged away, his vision of Sheila
is
randomly interrupted by the individual movements
of the
wild crowd surrounding her.
Craig`s vision is covered.
One of
the negros then moves and Craig briefly gets a
second
glimpse.
He
sees one of the larger blacks violently holding
Sheila
from behind. His huge left hand covering
her
face whilst his bulky right arm is forcefully
wrapped around her waist.
The
savage blacks now start to jeer like animals.
As the
large negro purposefully squeezes his right arm
deeper into her tummy, we see Sheila`s
voluptuous
breasts quickly expand outwards, stretching her blouse,
as if
they had been pumped.
As
Sheila`s skimpy blouse struggles to contain her
large
busoms, we see another negro approaching
with a
small pocket knife.
Craig`s vision is once again covered by the crowd.
Petrified by what he has just seen, Craig furiously
starts
to struggle and is dropped to the ground.
He
immediately turns his head back towards Sheila.
As the
crowd opens up once again, we suddenly see
a
large negro`s tongue forcefully invading her mouth,
sweeping deep inside, whilst Sheila`s eyes
are
frantically looking down, towards her chest.
As the
camera zooms out, we see Sheila`s skimpy blouse
now
barely covering her large breasts as all but one
of her
small buttons have been removed.
We see
the pocket knife slowly approaching her neck.
It
quickly runs over her flesh, down past her silver
necklace and heads down towards the last button of her blouse.
Craig
is once again lifted up.
In a
final struggle, he looks back towards the bar.
As the
crowd moves slightly, we get another
glimpse of Sheila. We see her arms aggressively
pulled
out to her sides.
The
black man behind her now keeping her firmly
immobilised as his right arm aggressively
squeezes her tummy.
The
crowd continues to move covering our vision, then,
for
just a split second, we see two huge black hands
grasping at Sheila`s blouse as if to pull it open.
The
thick hands clasp the blouse just below the collar.
As the
camera zooms in, we suddenly see the large
black
hands violently rip Sheila`s blouse wide open.
Immediately, Sheila`s huge breasts bounce out.
They
quickly sway from left to right revealing
a pair
of surprisingly swollen nipples.
As the
camera zooms in, we get a clearer look.
We can
see the abundant proportions of Sheila`s
breasts, bouncing extremely fleshy and ripe.
Zooming in further, we see her nipples on full display.
They
appear to be extremely swollen as they
heave
outwards. Her pudgy aereola are wide and
pink
whilst her thick nipples are
unusually milky and plump.
As her
breasts sway gently, Sheila`s protruding
nipples begin to harden as they meet
with
the surrounding atmosphere.
As the
large black man behind her temporarily
loosens his grasp on her waist we see Sheila`s
tummy
slowly retract inwards as her
chest
expands out.
Her eyes
flickering, we see Sheila now gasping for air.
We see
her body tremble. Her heaving breasts bouncing
up and
down as her chest expands and retracts,
trying
to increase its oxygen intake.
Her
tummy going in and out, it is obvious that
her
swollen nipples are getter harder and harder.
Sheila`s shuddering breasts are now totally exposed.
We
quickly see the crazed blacks close around
her
again.
As
loud cheers engulf the local, we see Craig being
carried down the corridor.
As his
head flops, his vision turns to darkness again.
Craig
is almost unconscious.
A few
yards away from the door, we see him struggling
one
final time. In vain. He is unable to lift his head.
Although we see blood dripping from his face,
Craig
suddenly hears some desperate screams.
He
remembers about Sheila once more and, with all his
energy, he tries to lift his head one final time.
We
hear Sheila screaming in terror.
SHEILA
NO !!!
As
Craig lifts his head one last time, he focuses
on the
crowd. His vision is completely covered.
Suddenly, however, a small gap is opened amongst
the
violent negros allowing a partial view.
Craig
tries to adjust his focus.
His
eyes suddenly expand. Craig is shocked.
As the
camera zooms in through the gap, we get a
glimpse of the back of a negro`s head.
Suddenly the head moves slightly to one side.
We see
that, in fact, one of Sheila`s large
breasts is now being violently squeezed and
cruelly fondled by a big black hand.
We
quickly see a long thick tongue roll out
out
from a black man`s mouth whilst his
puffed
up lips open up wide.
Within
a fraction of a second, we see one of
Sheila`s swollen nipples and almost a quarter of her
large
breast being ferociously sucked in by the negro.
Craig
looks ahead incredule.
He
sees her milky breast being sucked in deeper
and
deeper as the black man`s saliva starts
to
dribble down her stomach.
The
negro`s saliva soon reaches Sheila`s
tummy,
now drawing in and out even faster.
Her
heavy chest bouncing emphatically, Sheila`s
breathing grows deeper and heavier.
We see
another black hand aggressively cupping
and
massaging as much of Sheila`s fleshy
mounds
as it can.
We get
a glimpse of Sheila`s face.
She is
teary-eyed, still with the large
black
hand cupping her chin and mouth.
As the
ferocious sucking continues, Sheila`s nipples
become
harder and harder. They protrude out, on
full
display, for every negro to watch.
As
Sheila looks down at her breasts being manhandled
with
such violence, she notices just how far
her
swollen nipples are protruding.
As the
camera zooms in, we see utter humiliation
and
embarassment in Sheila`s eyes.
We see
Sheila completely surrounded by the
fierce crowd of negros.
Looking down at her, their eyes violently focused
on her
exposed breasts, shuddering totally unrestrained.
As
Sheila`s hardened nipples attract the brutal
laughter of the blacks, we see a small tear
slowly
run down her face.
Her
breasts swaying in front of everyone, she
appears totally degraded.
Feeling his heart in his throat again, Craig
watches the crowd close up one last time.
His
vision deterioting dramatically, it
suddenly turns to complete darkness as
Craig`s hearing slowly fades to silence.
Craig
is unconscious.
We fade
to black.
EXT.
ABUJA STREET - LATE NIGHT
We
fade from black to a dark
and
blurry vision of an unknown street.
We see
things from Craig`s perspective.
He is
lying on the floor. His clothes stained
and
ripped, his face dirty with dust and dried blood.
He is
surrounded by rubbish, old cardboard and
broken
glass.
We
slowly fade in with the audio.
Craig`s hearing is now slightly returning.
As
Craig`s hearing gradually improves, we hear a
deep,
harsh voice coming from a distance.
It`s a
man`s voice. It speaks an imperfect English.
We can
sense a strange accent in his voice,
a
tough mixture of African, French and some other dialect.
UNKNOWN VOICE
(offscreen)
You OK ?
As we
zoom in on Craig`s face, we see him slowly opening
his
eyes. He starts to blink, trying to adjust his focus.
As
Craig`s vision and hearing improve, we see the heavy
figure
of a black man approaching.
As the
light from a nearby lamp-post soaks the area,
we see
the big man trudging closer.
He
appears to have a shaved head and a thick moustache.
We see
a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
As we
zoom in closer, we see that he is in fact an
extremely heavy and bulky black man. Perhaps in his
mid-forties, maybe more.
Impressively tall, wide upper arms, but with quite a belly.
He has
the body features of a heavy worker,
a face
signed by time as a number of wrinkles
have
started to creep in.
We see
a faded scar at the height of his neck.
In
proximity to Craig, we see the black man
look
down confused.
BLACK MAN
I say you ok ?
We see
his big hand as it roughly nudges Craig.
The
black man`s hands are very rough with thick
fingers and what appear to be extremely short,
yellow
stumps instead of nails.
As
Craig looks up, he appears totally disorientated.
We see
him studying his surroundings not
knowing where he is.
He
then looks at the big man in front of him.
We see
concern growing on his face.
BLACK MAN
Hey, you understand what I say ?
Craig
blinks frantically. He starts to panic.
CRAIG
(shouting)
WHERE AM I ?
We see
Craig now trying to get to his feet.
In
vain.
He
soon collapse in a messy heap
next
to the rubbish.
He
looks up at the black man trying to
figure
out what to do.
BLACK MAN
What you do here ?!
Craig
looks up in a state of total confusion.
CRAIG
Who are you ?
The
black man looks down at him.
BLACK MAN
I pass by.
I see you on floor.
My name is Mbuji.
Craig
looks beyond the black man.
He
sees a scrappy old brown car.
It`s
engine running and door wide open.
Mbuji
now raises his voice.
MBUJI
(shouting)
WHAT FUCK IS HAPPEN YOU !!
Craig
is immediately confused by his
accent
and language.
His
vision is once again blurry. His hearing
coming
and going.
He
slowly brings his fingers to his bruised face.
MBUJI
(abruptly)
What is happen ..
.. some blacks
fuck you in the ass ?
Craig
slowly shakes his head as he lowers it.
In a
state of confusion, the one thing
Craig
does know is that he has not
been
ass-raped.
With
pitiable eyes, we see Craig stare at
Mbuji.
His hands shaking, his face
bruised and swollen.
Defeated, and with a weakened voice,
we
suddenly hear Craig plead.
CRAIG
(humbly)
I
need some help.
INT.
OLD BROWN CAR - LATE NIGHT
We see
Craig now sitting next to Mbuji in his
tacky
old car.
The
car is parked next to an un-used railway
line,
in the proximity of an old metal depot,
just
outside Abuja.
Wiping
his forehead with a scruffy wrag, Craig`s
hands
are still shaking. His head lowered,
he is
silent.
With a
cigarette placed between his thick fingers,
we see
Mbuji swigging at a bottle.
It
appears to be whisky.
He
turns to Craig as if about to lose his patience.
MBUJI
So, you tell me what
is you name ?
Craig
waits a second then slowly lifts his head.
CRAIG
My name is Craig.
MBUJI
You American ?
CRAIG
Yeah.
Craig
turns to Mbuji.
CRAIG
Are you ?
We see
Mbuji laugh, almost sarcastically.
MBUJI
Huh..
I
no American.
CRAIG
So you`re Nigerian ?
MBUJI
No.
I
from the Senegal.
But I live here.
Have worked all over place though.
Cameroon, Sudan, Guinea, even the Botswana.
CRAIG
What do you do ?
MBUJI
I
am oil worker.
Been here for seven years.
Mbuji
spreads out his large black hands.
He
looks down at them, showing Craig his palms.
MBUJI
Is heavy work.
Long hour, no much time for rest.
Craig
stares at the yellowish palms of
Mbuji`s large callous hands.
Still
shakey, we suddenly see Craig look out
the
window into the darkness.
We can
still see fear in his eyes.
Mbuji
fixes him with an impatient stare.
His
tone of voice abrupt and very masculine.
MBUJI
So what fuck is happen to you ?
And what you do in street after dark ?
Craig
lowers his head once more.
MBUJI
This is no place for white person.
You try get kill ?
With
the sky at it`s darkest, Craig slowly
lifts
his watch. It reads 01.47 hrs.
CRAIG
Listen..
I need your help.
(beat)
You`ve gotta help me find someone.
MBUJI
Who ?
CRAIG
You`ve gotta help me find my woman.
Mbuji
turns to Craig perplexed.
MBUJI
Woman ?
What woman ?
CRAIG
(dejected)
Listen..
.. earlier,
.. I took my woman out for a drink.
We ended up in some bar and ..
Craig`s hands start to shake again.
CRAIG
.. and .. I got beat up real
bad and lost consciousness.
They must have thrown me out
and dumped me down that street
where you found me.
Mbuji`s eyes light up. His face awakening,
we
see his interest growing sharply.
His
behaviour telling us he is willing to
listen carefully to what Craig is saying.
MBUJI
What about woman ?
CRAIG
I couldn`t say. My memory is blurry
but I`m afraid Sheila may still be there.
MBUJI
"Sheila" ?
Wait..
(pause)
.. you talk about
white woman ?!
CRAIG
She`s white. Yeah.
We
slowly zoom in on Mbuji`s face.
His
nostrils flaring, we see his pupils dilating.
As we
focus on the black man`s eyes, we can
see
that his bulbs are of nasty yellowish
colour, cracked with tiny veins.
Mbuji`s surprised reaction is almost sadistic.
Unknown to Craig, it is obvious that the big
Senegalese is actually finding pleasure in
what
he is hearing.
The
thought of a white woman instantly swelling
a
noticeably large bulge in his pants.
Mbuji
remains quiet for a while.
He
looks out into the savage darkness.
His
eyes fully alert.
He
stares at the old metal depot.
It`s
windows smashed. It`s roof half collapsed.
We see
the leftovers of a burnt down van.
It is
without wheels and missing a side door.
There
are some slashed tyres on the ground with
overgrown grass piercing through them.
We see
a large stack of rusty metal beams now
covered in scruffy graffiti along with a number
of
black rubbish bags randomly popping up from
out of
the grass.
His
curiosity growing, Mbuji brings his
attention back to Craig.
MBUJI
You remember what
bar called ?
We see
Craig crumpling his bruised
forehead trying to remember.
CRAIG
Uhm.. it was called the
"Nwufoa Niger".
He
turns to Mbuji.
CRAIG
Do you know it ?
Mbuji`s eyes stretch wider.
He
appears conveniently appalled
as he
hears the local`s name.
He
looks at Craig in a patronizing manner.
MBUJI
(Incredule)
Wait.
(pause)
You tell me that you
bring white woman into
the heart of Africa ..
(pause)
take her out in middle of night..
(pause)
and then ..
(pause)
left her all by self ..
.. in nasty bar for blacks,
in very dangerous area ?!?
Dejected, Craig slowly nods his head.
He
brings his hands to his face.
He
covers his eyes as his body sinks into the seat.
Guilt
enveloping him, Craig appears to be a broken man.
We see
Mbuji turn towards his window.
As his
eyes glitter, we see a slight grin grow
on one
side of his cheek.
From
within the vehicle, we slowly begin to
zoom
down from Mbuji`s face to his waist area.
We
focus on his significantly large thighs
as the
beige fabric of his cotton trousers
are
heavily overstretched.
Sandwiched between Mbuji`s thighs, we see the
prominent and very thick shape of what appears
to be
an extremely long and heavy penis.
The
noticeably thick rod forcefully begins
to
twitch from beneath the fabric. It`s
impressive proportions now becoming
completely obvious.
The
big man is in a state of complete arousal.
Unseen
by Craig, we see the large Senegalese
slowly
bring his right hand down to his groin.
His
bulky hand slowly squeezes his prominent
bulge as
he lifts his heavy balls and with
his
yellowish palm starts to stroke his long
shaft
hidden beneath his trousers.
Craig
looks out into the darkness once again.
His
fear growing tenfold as his vision
scouts the old railway line.
It
leads to nowhere.
We see
Mbuji look at Craig, his nostrils still
flaring. The black man`s stare doesn`t reveal
an
inch of pity.
Craig
turns back to Mbuji.
CRAIG
So do you know the place
or not ?
Mbuji
now appears serious. His face stone cold.
Mbuji
nods is head.
MBUJI
Listen. Let me ask question.
The woman, is she you wife ?
CRAIG
No.
We haven`t been seeing
each other that long.
MBUJI
(condescending)
Good.
Craig
appears confused.
CRAIG
What do you mean ?
MBUJI
You are very stupid white man.
(pause)
You want serious advice ?
(pause)
Go back to you hotel.
Lock the door.
And then start pray for the sun
to go up ..
Mbuji
eyeballs Craig. His look is intimidating.
MBUJI
.. then tomorrow ..
you buy ticket for plane ..
and get fuck out of here.
Craig`s bruised face is shocked.
CRAIG
What are you talking about ?
I can`t leave her here.
Mbuji
appears frustrated.
MBUJI
LISTEN TO ME !
By now, you woman is
already dead.
We see
Craig`s face drastically deflate.
CRAIG
What do you mean ?
MBUJI
(irritated)
Listen ..
.. you have any idea of
how dangerous here is ?
Craig
listens.
MBUJI
I have see gangs of
blacks kidnap adult men ..
.. rape in the bottom and
fuck in the mouth for days
before they cut his throats !!
Craig`s face sinks.
MBUJI
You hope she alive ?
(pause)
You no realise that most all
black man here have no see a
white woman in the flesh before ?
MBUJI
(continued)
You imagine if this men got chance
to use their black penis on
white woman ?
Craig`s bruised head badly starts to ache.
CRAIG
(desperate)
Are you saying that right now ..
.. she could already be ..
(pause)
.. dead.
MBUJI
Is very possible.
I ask you question..
.. is the white woman have good body ?
CRAIG
Well .. she does, yeah.
MJUTI
And this bar ..
.. when you go, is it full or no full ?
CRAIG
I can`t remember that well. It was quite dark,
but .. yeah.. it was pretty full.
MBUJI
In this case .. there is chance
woman is still be alive.
(pause)
But ..
is maybe better for her if she dead !
Craig
looks confused.
CRAIG
What do you mean ?
MBUJI
Very easy.
The more the woman have good body and
the more the black man there is
..
(pause)
.. this mean that your woman ..
(pause)
.. is be raped by many
men for much longer time.
(pause)
And if they pushing the penis
into her holes they
are not slit the throat.
Craig`s desperation turns to numbness.
MBUJI
But, like I say,
if she dead or she still live,
it no matter..
you best if you leave
straight away.
CRAIG
But Sheila ..
MBUJI
(shouting)
FORGET HER !!
Mbuji`s patience is now weakening.
MBUJI
Look .. even if she left alive,
she left for only one thing.
And this is : to be fuck by
the blacks, all days.
Because is white is could
make her very much precious.
If no killed, it is very sure
she spend the rest of life
to being passed around many many
different gangs of blacks men.
Craig
tries to recover his energies.
MBUJI
Like I say.
If you no want to die.
You leave here and no ever
come back.
We
see Craig involved in deep thought.
He
stares out into the darkness looking for
a
solution.
CRAIG
What about the police ?
Mbuji
suddenly appears amused.
He
quickly brings his large black hand up
to
the review mirror and motions it towards
Craig.
MBUJI
Huh. Please..
.. you look again at colour of you
skin ! You forget you are white man.
You just no understand anything !
Craig appears perplexed.
MBUJI
The police here is all corrupt.
All corrupt. The drugs,
the prostitute.. .. the
militaries
they involved in everything.
Also very much they hate the white.
(pause)
You go to them, you never see
you home again.
You tell them what is happen,
they laugh at you.
(pause)
You end up with other twenty
blacks men in small prison room.
They lock door and throw away key.
Craig`s reaction is quashed.
MBUJI
Like I say, you want to live, then
you leave here as fast you can.
Craig sinks once more into contemplation.
After a while of silence, we see Craig
slowly
turn towards Mbuji.
CRAIG
Listen,
I hear what you say,
but.. I can`t..
I just can`t ..
I can`t leave, not without
even trying to find Sheila.
Whether she`s dead or alive,
I`ve got to find her. I must.
Mbuji`s eyes sharpen.
His facade becoming more
and more unreliable.
The black man starts to appear calmer.
He
now looks at Craig in a condescending
way. His cigarette dangling loosely from
his fat pink lips.
We
see a devious grin lurking behind the smoke
as
it leaves his thick mouth, his true
intentions not yet obvious.
We
see him turn to Craig in an awkwardly
patronising way.
The big black man demonstrates what
immediately appears to be a fake
concern for the bruised white
man`s troubles.
Strangely, we suddenly see Mbuji offer
Craig his help.
MBUJI
Ok.
If you decide like this is
you choice.
If want, perhaps I can help.
Craig looks at Mbuji.
He
suddenly appears grateful.
CRAIG
You would ?
MBUJI
I know this place well.
If I no help, you definitely
get self killed.
So..
CRAIG
Ok, so what`s the first thing
we should do ?
MBUJI
We ?
No, no.
You listen me..
.. is best if you no come anywhere.
You white, remember ?
Craig listens.
MBUJI
Look, I take you back to
hotel.
You stay there.
Lock door and wait for morning.
CRAIG
And what about you ?
MBUJI
Tonight I go around, ask people if
they see or hear about woman.
I come to hotel if I know anything.
If no, I come tomorrow morning.
We
zoom away fom the car. It`s engine starts up.
We
see the car headlights beam out beyond the scrappy
metal heaps, past the old railway line and into
the
eary fields of overgrown grass and rubbish.
INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - LATE NIGHT
We
see a bruised and battered Craig open his
hotel room door.
Once inside, we immediately see him cross the chain
and
bolt the door.
He
slowly turns and looks around. The empty room
mirroring the void now deep inside of him.
The
clock on the wall reads : 02.32 hrs.
We
see Craig approach the bed, his movement a
slow and weak limp.
As
he gently lowers himself onto the mattress,
his
head sinks into his lap. We see Craig
cover his bruised head with his hands whilst
he
closes his eyes.
As
the room`s window leads us out into the
the
brutal darkness of the night, we hear
Craig begin to sniffle.
As
we zoom down over his lonely figure, we hear
an
exhausted Craig whisper to himself.
CRAIG
Sheila.
EXT. ABUJA STREET - LATE NIGHT
We
zoom in on Mbuji`s tacky old car as it slowly
pulls up next to an overflowing rubbish container.
As
the lights go off, we hear the engine cease.
We
move around to the driver`s window. We see
the
door gradually open as we focus on the ground.
We
suddenly see an extremely scruffy brown leather
sandle wrapped around an enormous black
man`s foot
as
it touches the ground.
The
black foot is covered in dust, it`s impressive size
spreading out heavily onto the ground.
It`s thick bulky toes have dirty, wragged
nails whilst it`s harsh yellowish soul spreads up
from beneath the scruffy sandle.
We
slowly zoom up.
And
up.
And
up, further still.
As
we move backwards, we begin to see the huge,
impervious and extremely powerful figure of Mbuji
standing tall next to his car. His massive upper arms
on
display as he scratches his rugid face.
We
see him looking ahead as if staring at something.
The
camera pans around him. We now see his
impressive bulky shoulders.
We
quickly focus beyond his shoulders.
We
see that he is fact staring at an old sign
hanging on a tacky wall.
The
sign reads : "Nwufoa Niger".
Mbuji`s eyes sharpen.
We
see him start to walk towards the local.
To
his right, the old alleyway.
As we zoom down it, we see that it is
empty.
Not
a car or scooter in sight.
As
we zoom out, we see Mbuji slowly enter the local.
INT. "NWUFOA NIGER" - LATE NIGHT.
The
camera is now placed facing straight down the
small corridor leading to the bar area.
We
see Mbuji slowly entering the local.
It
now appears to be a very quiet environment.
As
the camera moves upwards, we follow Mbuji from
a
distance.
We
see him come towards the bar area and
slowly turn around.
We
follow his movement.
We
see that the local is almost completely empty
apart
from a couple of drunks slumped in one corner
and
the barman smoking a cigarette.
As
the camera remains at a distance, we see Mbuji
approach the barman.
The
pair begin to talk.
After
a while, we see a few smiles amongst
the
two. Mbuji using the barman`s cigarette
to
light a smoke of his own.
We
watch the barman as he loosely flips the
top
off a bottle of something and starts
pouring a drink for the large Senegalese man.
Suddenly, we see Mbuji ask the black man
what appears to be a specific question.
Within a fraction of a second, we see the
bartender erupt into a mischievious laughter.
His
eyes glowing, he starts gesticulating.
His
arms waving, we are able to see the shape
of
an hour-glass in his movements.
He
quickly brings his hands to his chest
mimicking the forms of a woman`s breasts.
His
laughter growing louder and louder,
the
barman swiftly pours a drink for himself.
He
downs it instantly letting out
a
sigh of relief.
The
camera now zooms away further.
We
see Mbuji ask another question before
downing his drink too.
We
see a lurid smile now grow on the barman`s face.
He
slowly tilts forward as if wanting to
whisper something to Mbuji.
We
quickly see him pat one of Mbuji`s
huge shoulders, his smile fading
as
he starts to whisper in his ear.
The
barman`s face now appearing much more
serious as he seems to be telling Mbuji
some vital information.
We
see Mbuji`s lips thinning, his face
straightening, his throat retracting as
he
swallows the growing moistness
building up in his mouth.
We
see the bartender move away slightly.
He
winks cunningly at Mbuji as his smile
quickly returns.
A
now tense Mbuji leans in forward as
if
wanting to ask a final question.
Zooming down from above, we see the barman
once again using his hands. We see his right
arm
swaying from left to right as if giving
Mbuji some kind of road indications.
We
focus directly on Mbuji`s eyes as they
carefully take in all the indications.
Mbuji`s face becomes more and more tense,
his
eyes glittering, his nostrils flaring.
We
see him stare intensely at the bartender
before nodding his head in agreement.
Mbuji slowly runs his thick yellowish palm
over his sweaty shaved head.
The
bartender swiftly lowers his head too.
He
eyeballs Mbuji with an implicit smile,
his
cigarette dampened by his wet lips.
We
see Mbuji use his big left hand to remove
the
sweat now gathered on his rough moustache
before grinning back at the bartender.
Mbuji slowly moves backwards as he eyeballs
the
bartender. He promptly turns around.
We
start to see him head towards the exit.
EXT. ABUJA STREETS - LATE NIGHT
We
are inside Mbuji`s tacky old car, the
camera staring through his unwiped front window.
The
car is in motion.
It`s irregular movements signalling that it is
slowly passing over a bumpy surface of some kind.
Zooming through the front window out into
the
dark night, we get the view of an
old
bridge slowly getting closer.
It`s concrete pillars plastered in graffiti,
the
old bridge overshadows a pile of rubble
heaped below it. We see broken bricks, scraps of
metal, an old bicycle frame without wheels.
There are torn newspapers scattered across the
floor, slit rubbish bags and tacky steal pipes.
Nearby, the remains of what could have been
a
dog, splattered on the ground in a bloody
mess, now a feasting spot for hundreds of
flies and moths.
As
the car motions beneath the old bridge,
we
se Mbuji`s large black arms begin to
turn the steering wheel to the right.
In
the midst of the creepy night, the car
gradually exits from under the bridge and
begins to move down an old lane to the right.
As
we proceed ahead, we see the frame of a
burnt down car, now overturned.
Mbuji`s continues.
His
car slowly takes a left and then again a right.
As
we follow it`s cranky movements in
the
darkness, we see the vehicle
entering an extremely rough
and
abandoned area.
There are deserted old buildings crammed together,
almost crumbling. Old sheds, only a few feet tall,
next to solid concrete structures, three or four
floors high, without windows or lights and surrounded
by
puddles of putrid sewer waters.
We
see large sections of an old warehouse now collapsed
to
the ground in a heavy heap of alluminion sheets,
steal beams and tangled barbwire.
There are old copper pipes leaking, with a nasty
brownish fluid running to the ground as it meets
with pieces of dampened cardboard and
broken glass.
As
the darkness of the night engulfs the area,
we
she shadows randomly moving in the distance.
As
Mbuji looks slightly to his left he sees the
flickering light of what could be a burning
bonfire. It`s glow darting amongst the tacky walls
of
the old buildings.
As
he proceeds ahead, we see him take another left.
Moving forwards down a new track, much bumpier
than the previous, Mbuji starts to encounter
a
succession of tacky old cars parked here and there.
He
sees their windows smashed, their metal
frameworks badly scratched and dented.
As
he turns left again, he is immediately faced
with the burning bonfire. It`s wood sizzling up
into the darkness.
As
we focus on the wild bonfire, we see a number
of
large, heavy shadows spreading out, up
across the old building walls and down
across the floor in front of it.
As
we zoom out, we suddenly see an intimidating
group of tall black men, huddled together,
around the burning fire.
From a distance, we see puffs of dense smoke
smoothly leaving their mouths as rolled up
cigarettes are lightly placed amongst
their thick fingers.
As
Mbuji moves closer, we see that one of the large
blacks has a colourful vest stretched over his
wide chest. It almost glows in the darkness.
We
see three vertical colours striped together.
A
bright green stripe followed by a red one
and
then a yellow. The middle stripe bearing
a
small yellow star.
As
the camera moves closer, we see
some letters spread across the vest.
They read C-A-M-E-R-O-O-N.
Mbuji observes the small crowd of immigrants.
He
appears far from surprised.
As
he passes by, we see the tall
gang of blacks look down at Mbuji.
Their interest quickly deflating as they
realise it`s just another rough-looking
negro heading down the track that night.
Mbuji moves ahead.
As the car comes to a slow halt, we see
it
stop just before a second concrete bridge,
this one even tackier than the first.
Again, we see large mounds of rubble beneath
the
bridge. We see another small fire,
this time burning at ground level.
It
gives light to three black men, sitting
around it on overturned boxes and large stones.
We
see Mbuji gently turn off the engine.
His carlights quickly fading out.
We
focus on Mbuji`s eyes as he studies the three
men
lazily squatted around the flame, not far
away from him.
He
sees them passing around something,
their heads tilted forward,
their shoulders drooping.
We
zoom in further. We now see the nasty features
of
a dirty syringe needle violently piercing
one
of the black men`s arms.
The man`s head shakes slightly as he
removes the syringe and promptly passes
it
on to the negro next to him.
Unshocked, Mbuji moves his attention away
from the druggies. He spots a number of old
scooters nudged up against a tacky wire fence.
He
sees a fresh row of tacky cars crammed together.
The
parked vehicles sleeping undisturbed
in
the pitch darkness.
The
rusty-fence enclosure surrounds an overgrown
field directly preceding a large concrete building
which is barely visible in the sheer darkness of
the
night.
An
abandoned edifice of some kind, we see that
half of one of it`s sidewalls is barely
standing.
Surrounded by endless heaps of rubble and rubbish,
the
dark and seemingly deserted building stands a
few
floors high, almost completely hidden
behind the old bridge.
The
silence of the scary area is suddenly disturbed.
We
see a group of rowdy Nigerians walking towards
the
car, in the opposite direction of the bridge.
There are five of them.
They appear very lively. We see them aggressively
scruffle up some empty beer cans and throw them
into the heaps of rubbish nearby.
We
hear them yell in a savage way, blasting
out some African dialect as they
appear
significantly appeased with themselves.
Mbuji promptly follows their movements in the darkness.
He
sees them approach the tacky old fence.
The
five blacks suddenly start pulling at the wire.
A
medium sized hole suddenly reveals itself in the
rusty enclosure. As they stretch it open, we see them
move through it one by one. They slowly find
themselves in the overgrown field.
A
few moments after the last Nigerian has passed
through the hole, we see another big Nigerian
start to pierce through it, this time in the
opposite direction.
He
is soon followed by three other blacks, also
leaving the overgrown field.
Their faces covered by huge grins, we see the
four blacks laugh wildy as they smoothly
start to head towards the three druggies
slumped around the fire.
One
of them promptly grabs a syringe
and
brings it to his arm.
Zooming away from the car, we suddenly see Mbuji`s
large black arm hang out of his window.
We
see him calling over to one of the Nigerians.
From a distance, we see the Nigerian approach the car.
As
Mbuji`s head motions towards the old building,
it
appears he is asking the Nigerian a question.
The
rugid Nigerian, blatantly intoxicated,
immediately bursts out into an aggressive laughter.
He
soon brings his thick black hand towards his
trousers and quickly cups his bulky
groin.
As
his tongue dangles loosely from his lips, we
see
his eyes rolling madly, as if he were in a
state of total delight.
The
Nigerian quickly turns around and faces the
rusty old fence, leading into the overgrown field.
He
stares emphatically at the creepy old building,
letting out a powerful yell of satisfaction
and
ecstasy.
He
soon turns back towards Mbuji.
From a distance, we see the almost crazed
Nigerian violently start to move his hips
back and forth, back and forth.
As
his grin expands, we se him mimicking
the
act of anal sex.
Mbuji deviously watches the Nigerian.
His
tongue still dangling, we then see
the
black man stand erect as he brings
his
right hand at the height of his waist.
We
see him spread his large black hand out
in
front of him as if he were holding
someone`s head.
His
waist movement now resuming, he starts
mimicking the act of a violent blowjob.
His
thick pink tongue spread out, the Nigerian
starts licking his lips in sheer delight.
Once more, he yells in ecstasy.
We
see Mbuji say something to the black man.
The
Nigerian soon spreads his arm out and begins
to
point towards the rusty old fence.
His
laughter growing louder and louder.
As
the black man slowly starts to head back
towards the other druggies, we see the powerful
frame of Mbuji slowly exiting his car.
We
follow the Senegalese as he starts to head under
the
bridge.
Mbuji soon reaches the row of tacky old cars and
scooters.
He
passes them by, looking for the hole in the
rusty fence.
With the camera at shoulder height, we follow
Mbuji as he slowly tries to fit his large
frame though the rugid hole.
He
barely manages it.
We
now follow Mbuji in the darkness, as he starts
to
move ahead, across the field, amongst the
overgrown grass.
We
see him promptly dodging large metal pipes,
mounds of rubble, as well as a number of
splintered pieces of wood dangerously
lying in the wild grass.
We
see more and more rubbish bags.
A
scrapped toilet vase lying on the floor.
Old
mattress springs, broken glass panels
and
even an old car engine heaped on the
ground without mercy.
We
watch Mbuji as he is forced to stretch his
pace beyond a smelly stream of brownish sewery
waters flowing from a broken underground pipe.
As
he gets closer and closer to the large concrete
building in front of him, we see that it`s thick
external walls bear the extended black marks of
an
old fire.
The
black burnmarks of the walls, now brutally
mixing with the glow of the graffiti
now
plastering the crumbling edifice.
As
he gets closer, Mbuji sees the large front
windows of the old building boarded up.
His
gaze facing the ground, he can barely make out
the
direction of a freshly improvvised footpath
leading to the side of the old building.
As
things get darker and darker, we follow Mbuji as
he
starts to head down the long path to the side of
the
long edifice.
Mbuji moves ahead in mortal silence.
We
see the whites of his eyes piercing out
from pitch darkness. His look appears tense.
As
Mbuji gets closer to the other end of
the
building, we begin to hear some voices.
The
mumbles are blurred, but they begin to grow louder.
We
follow Mbuji as he finally reaches the end of the
old
building and slowly turns the corner.
The
camera slowly moves upwards.
We
look down on Mbuji as he is promptly confronted
with a large group of black men standing in front
of
one of the building`s backdoors.
The
blacks are extremely bulky and heavy.
We
see them smoking carelessly whilst a thick
line of empty beer bottles can be seen on
a
small wall just behind them.
We
see the black men turn their attention to
Mbuji as he slowly starts to head towards them.
As
he approaches the group, we see Mbuji slowly
take a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket
and
promptly light a smoke.
From a distance, we see Mbuji begin to
mingle with the blacks. He offers a couple of
smokes to some of the men before patting one
of
them on the shoulder.
We
now see the men randomly talking.
Mbuji soon appears to be at ease as he huddles
with the other men.
We
see him smoothly say something before the
rest of the blacks start to snigger at his joke.
The
camera zooms away further.
Mbuji gradually turns his attention to the
building`s backdoor.
We
see him ask something to the other men
as
a slight grin invades his face.
The
group of blacks begin to murmour emphatically.
Suddenly we see Mbuji bring his large black
hand to his groin area and heavily cup his
thick bulge.
The
group of blacks start to laugh in agreement.
One
of the men soon offers the Senegalese a swig
of
his bottle before pointing towards the door.
The
men now begin to nudge Mbuji towards the
old
building, enticing him to enter.
Amongst the cheers of the large group, Mbuji
takes a swig at the bottle before handing it back.
He
takes a final puff of his cigarette before
flicking it to the ground.
He
suddenly turns towards the back door.
He
gives one final look back at the sniggering
blacks before he starts to motion towards the
building`s back entrance.
We
follow Mbuji at shoulder height.
He
opens a scrappy old metal door.
Badly
hinged, we hear it scraping on the
ground as the large Senegalese man now
enters the dark building.
INT. OLD BUILDING - LATE NIGHT
Once inside Mbuji is surrounded by darkness.
In
the distance we see a small light bulb,
badly lit, barely revealing an almost
crumbling wall.
As
we focus on the old wall, we see a number
of
holes spread throughout it.
As a slight breeze sweeps the dark room, we
see
the
hanging light bulb swaying slightly.
Through one of the holes in the wall we catch
a
glimpse of an old stairway on the other side of it.
We
see Mbuji begin to head towards it.
Mbuji soons starts up the dusty concrete steps.
As
he moves upwards and away from the dangling light
he
is again faced with complete darkness.
Now
on the first floor, we see Mbuji take out
his
lighter.
He
quickly lights a small flame, directing it in
front of him.
In
semi-darkness, he sees nothing but heaps
of
rubble. Old steel frames, dusty planks and
unplastered walls. A squallid sight.
The
floor is completely abandoned. It`s
blackened walls covered in graffiti.
Mbuji motions his lighter to his right.
He
turns back to the stairway and up
another flight of dusty steps.
Mbuji quickly reaches the second floor.
Without stopping, he starts a new flight of steps.
Again surrounded by darkness, Mbuji is now on
the
third floor.
We
follow him at shoulder height once more.
Ahead of Mbuji, we see a slight beam of light
piercing through one of the boarded up windows.
It reveals a small corridor leading to
a
much larger one running the length of the
old
building.
As
the light gradually improves we see Mbuji
return his lighter to his pocket.
He
starts to head down the long corridor
very cautiously.
Following Mbuji`s glance as we move forward, we
start to see cigarette butts scattered here and
there on the dusty floor.
As we continue down the long corridor,
we see
a
number of rusty metal doors badly secured
in
front of tacky old rooms.
We
see one of the metal doors lying on the
floor. Mbuji promptly stops in front of it.
Stepping over the door, he enters the old room.
In
semi-darkness, we see electric wires dangling
from ceilings, broken glass covering the floors.
As
rubbish bags abound, we suddenly see
a
couple of large rats swiftly rush up an
old
brass pipe.
Mbuji is unmoved.
As
he lowers his head to the ground he
sees more empty bottles and cigarette butts.
Turning towards his left, he soon spots a
scruffled magazine piercing from under a
stained pillow on the floor.
We
see Mbuji pick up the magazine.
As
he opens it, we zoom in on its contents.
We
see the features of a black woman.
Her
legs are wide open as a large black penis
ferociously stretches her pussy.
In
another picture we see her lips wrapped
around an even bigger black penis.
Mbuji quickly flicks through the pornographic
magazine before throwing it back to the ground.
We
see him step back over the door into
the
dark corridor once again.
He
resumes ahead in his slow pace.
Delving into complete darkness once again,
Mbuji re-extracts his lighter.
We
see the lighter-flame flickering
slightly. Mbuji is surrounded by silence.
Again the camera follows Mbuji at shoulder height.
He
continues ahead, deeper into the dark belly
of
the old building.
As
the flame goes out, we see Mbuji begin to
struggle in an attempt to re-ignite it.
In
pitch darkness, we suddenly see Mbuji`s
large frame immobilized at the centre of the
corridor as if he had heard something.
We
fade up the volume.
The
distant echoes of some voices can now be heard.
Mbuji soon manages to re-ignite the lighter.
He
stands still as the small flame poorly
lights the long corridor in front of him.
We
see Mbuji begin to proceed ahead very slowly.
After a while, the small flame reveals a large
brick wall, covered in cob-webs.
To
it`s right however, we see the mouth of
a
small stairway leading down to another
corridor, even darker.
Mbuji looks down it. He appears unconvinced.
He
turns around, staring back into
the
darkness surrounding him.
Suddenly, we hear some new mumbles
coming
from down below.
Mbuji quickly brings his attention back to
the
stairway.
We
see him lower his lighter as he now
takes a better look.
He
sees a long crack running down one of
the
sidewalls. Some rugid concrete
steps covered in dust and a rusty sidebar
dangerosuly hanging from it`s supports.
As we zoom away, we see Mbuji start to
descend
the
tight and dark stairway.
As
he reaches the bottom step, we start to hear
random voices mumbling in an African dialect.
Mbuji looks ahead.
We
see another tight corridor, with a rather
low, crumbling ceiling.
At
the very end of it, we can see a dim light
spreading across it`s uneven surface revealing
another larger corridor turning to it`s left.
Crouching his heavy shoulders, Mbuji starts to move
towards the end of the tight corridor.
The
voices now become slightly louder.
As
Mbuji reaches the end of the corridor he
closes his lighter once more and again returns
it
to his back pocket.
As
he approaches the corner, he sees the
flickering of an old light bulb dangling
from an electric wire.
Mbuji turns the corner as the dim light
reveals a larger corridor.
As
the voices grow louder, Mbuji spots a tight
group of rough-looking blacks, maybe eight or
nine, huddled together smoking.
Studying the length of corridor, Mbuji quickly
spots another dangling light bulb about fifty
yards further down.
He
soon sees another group of men, maybe
thirteen or fourteen blacks, beneath the
second light.
They appear drunk. Their movements erratic.
Their voices intimidating.
We
see them holding beer bottles and smoking
dodgy
cigarettes as a nasty smell of cannabis
invades the area.
As
Mbuji begins to take a few steps forward,
he
promptly brings his large black hand
to
his forehead.
It
sweeps the sweat now dripping from his head
as
he begins to mingle with the large crowds.
An
old mirror, half smashed, can be seen to the
right. It`s surface blurry, it is completely
steamed up by the crowds` intense body heat.
As
we zoom in on Mbuji`s face, we see his
nostrils flare as they meet with the revolting
smell now surrounding him.
A
terrible mixture of sweaty vests, hairy arm-
pits, dusty sandles and, to the left,
what used to be a small toilet room.
Peeping inside, Mbuji sees a filthy old toilet
stained by sticky brown escrements. It`s sewer
pipes leaking, we see flies hovering in delight.
As
Mbuji moves down the large corridor he
sees one of the sidewalls dampened in patches.
Looking further down, in semi-darkness, he sees
the
shadow of a big black man facing the wall.
We
suddenly see yellowish liquid splashing
ferociously against the wall.
We
zoom in.
We
suddenly see a large black hand firmly wrapped
around a long and swollen penis. It`s thick, pink
helmet on display, we see the large black man
urinating undisturbed against the wall.
Mbuji moves ahead as if totally unnoticed.
As
he moves further down the large corridor, he
begins to hear the faded rumours of some rowdy
cheers coming from a distance.
He
moves ahead slowly as the cheers gradually become
more and more vivid.
In
proximity of the second light bulb, Mbuji
stops in front of the second crowd of blacks.
He
soon spots a couple of negros leaving the
crowd. They start to head down a much tighter
corridor to the right.
Now
standing in front of the tight corridor,
Mbuji watches the two men go down it. They
then swiftly turn to the left.
As
Mbuji focuses on the two men, we hear the
rowdy cheers becoming closer.
Mbuji watches the two blacks turn the corner.
He
quickly sees four other Nigerians come
round it in the opposite direction.
As
the four shadows approach the larger
corridor, we see that one of them is
walking strangely, as if his
movements were impeded slightly.
As
they enter the light, we suddenly see a big
black man in front, tugging at his pants.
Mbuji looks ahead curiously.
The
black man has an enormous grin curling up his
ugly rugid face. We see his pants down by his
thighs, his tight vest soaked in vapouring sweat.
As
we zoom in, we see a swollen and veiny penis
dangling visciously between his black thighs.
A
white fluid trickling from its tip, the man
appears elated.
As
he joins the other blacks, he is soon
saluted by a loud roar. The other negros
chuckling in delight.
Mbuji stares down the side corridor.
His
eyes sharpening, he now watches three more
blacks as they begin to venture down it.
They soon disappear to the left.
As
the wild yells coming from the thin corridor,
grow louder and louder, Mbuji slowly starts to
head down it.
One
slow step at a time, he hears more and more
voices cheering and laughing.
As
Mbuji gets closer to the corner of the thin
corridor, he suddenly remains immobile.
From off-screen in fact, we suddenly hear the
agonizing and terrified screams of a what
appears to be a woman.
Mbuji`s eyes are stretched wide.
He
quickly turns the corner to the left and is
immediately presented with another dark corridor,
even tighter than the previous.
The
corridor is packed with dozens of huge black
men, all jammed together like sheep.
The
majority of them bare-chested, we see their
rough black skin, soaked in sweat, shining with
a
glow below another twitching light bulb.
As
Mbuji studies the big herd of sweaty negros,
he
sees the large men all facing a small entrance
to
what appears to be a tacky old room.
Looking towards the old room, Mbuji sees that in
fact the room is filled to the brim, overflowing
with big black men all ferociously nudging each
another trying to gain entrance.
Studying the sweaty crowd of blacks, Mbuji soon
hears another desperate cry.
It
is now obvious that the female voice
is
coming from the old room.
We
hear the voice in a state of desperation
and
sheer agony.
We
watch Mbuji as he soon detects an American
accent in the pleading cries of the
female voice.
FEMALE VOICE
(agonizing)
NO !!!!
As
the wild roars of the brutal crowd grow louder
and
louder, the female voice is suddenly quashed.
Unable to scream, we soon hear the woman begin to
moan in desperation as if her mouth had been
filled up with something.
As
Mbuji listens carefully, he soon sees two tall
negros, fighting their way past the large crowd,
trying to leave the room.
As
they begin to head towards Mbuji, he sees that
they are laughing diabolically.
Panning down, we suddenly see that the two black
men
are totally naked as they come forward.
Their powerful black bodies completely soaked in
sweat, the muscular black men shine impressively
as they get closer.
As
we zoom in, we see their heavy black penises
swinging from left to right. Still semi-erect
and
extremely swollen, they assume a snake-like
appearance as they sway outwards.
The
two sweat-drenched blacks soon pass Mbuji and
head around the corner as the animal-like roars
from the room grow louder and louder.
Focusing on Mbuji`s face we see his lips thinning.
Once more, he brings his large black
hand up to
his
sweaty forehead and wipes it with verve.
Mbuji now looks ahead with violence. Almost in an
ape-like manner, his pupils dilating, his
nostrils flaring.
We
see the rugid black skin of his cheeks crumple
as
he begins to grin with devious pleasure.
We
now see Mbuji start to move ahead.
His
large frame mingling with the tight crowd
of
blacks, we see Mbuji`s impressive height
easily matched by a number of other large
negros eager to enter the old room.
Mbuji starts to use his raw physical strength
to
slowly make way for himself.
We
see him completely surrounded by the herd
of
sweaty negros.
His
eyes stretched intensely, we now see sweat
gathering on his forehead as Mbuji uses his
heavy shoulders to gradually slice through
the
wild crowd of blacks.
The
camera follows Mbuji at shoulder height.
As
we get closer to the entrance of the room,
we
see that in fact it is completely full.
Panning in every direction, we see nothing but
large black men all sweating and laughing, crammed
together in concentric circles facing the centre
of the room beneath a dangling light
bulb.
As
Mbuji enters, he is immediately engulfed
by
the revolting smell of the steamy and
sweaty room.
As
sweat drips from his forehead, we see Mbuji
look around himself. His nostrils
invaded by a
terrible mixture of stale urine and body sweat.
As
the crowd open up slightly, a nasty smell
vapours towards Mbuji. The smell is obvious.
It
is the smell of unwashed genitalia.
Fresh penis fluid and stale urine.
Mbuji`s nostrils flare out further.
We
see him looking ahead trying to figure out
what is going on when suddenly we hear the
desperate female voice once again.
This time it is very close.
FEMALE VOICE (off-screen)
NO, PLEASE !!! PLEA..
Once more, the voice is interrupted.
Again, we hear more groans as the woman
appears to be in absolute agony.
As
the cheers once again grow louder, we
see
Mbuji begin to motion forward.
We
see him determined. With authority Mbuji,
begins to nudge his way ahead.
Again the camera follows at shoulder height.
As
the crowd gradually opens up, the agonizing
female moans grow louder and higher.
Mbuji starts catching the glimpse of what
appear to be steel legs of a scrappy
old
work-table.
Moving closer to the inner circles of negros,
we
see that the big blacks are completely naked.
Amongst the wild cheers, we see heavy shoulders,
bulking biceps, shiny naked thighs, fleshy round
bottoms soaked in trickling sweat and many long,
thick black penises dangling amongst the steam.
As
Mbuji is only a few feet away from
the
centre of the room, the desperate
female moans are imminent.
We
zoom in on Mbuji`s face as the ferocious
crowd, surrounding the old table, slowly
begins to open up.
Staring ahead, we suddenly see Mbuji`s
eyes stretch wide open.
His
pupils dilating, we see Mbuji`s
breathing deepen heavily as he is
suddenly presented with a barbaric
scenario directly in front of him.
The
camera slowly zooms in.
Gradually moving beyond Mbuji`s shoulder,
we
focus the lense.
As
we move in we have a full vision of a white
woman, spread-eagled across the table. Totally
surrounded by the huge negros.
We
move closer .. It is Sheila.
Mbuji stares ahead in shock.
As
we zoom down over her, we see that Sheila`s
body has been stripped completely naked.
We
soon see Sheila`s enormous breasts trembling
frantically as a number of big black hands are
ferociously cupping and massaging
her fleshy mounds.
We
see other hands violently pulling at her wrists,
whilst others dynamically grasp her ankles,
stretching her legs out wide.
Sheila is totally immobile, spread-eagled, degraded.
Her
delicate white flesh soaked in sweat,
surrounded by dozens of huge negros.
As
we zoom down, we move between Sheila`s legs.
As the camera moves closer, we see that
her
pussy is in fact very thick and hairy.
Her
bush exremely damp and sticky.
Moving towards her stomach, we see sweat
trickling down into her tummy-hole.
We
now see two big negros at either side
of
Sheila`s naked body. Their large black
hands violently squeezing her fleshy busoms,
we
see the big blacks taking it in turn
to suck on Sheila`s swollen and milky
nipples.
The
camera smoothly moves up.
As
we focus on Sheila`s neck, we see a
sticky white fluid trickling down it,
onto her silver necklace.
As
the camera moves up slowly, we see more and
more fluid cover her neck and chin.
We
zoom in closer as we hear Sheila moan in
desperation.
Moving upwards, we now see Sheila`s face.
Her eyes darting frantically, we
see that her
stare is fixed dramatically on an impressive
pair of black man`s balls next to her left cheek.
The
heavy black balls are swaying from left
to
right, covered in revolting black hair.
Dangling loosely, they are also dripping with
the
sticky white fluid.
As
the camera zooms out slightly, we get to see
Sheila`s entire face as tears roll down it.
The
whites of her eyes flickering in terror,
we
now see a monstruous black penis, impressively
swollen and veiny, almost choking Sheila`s mouth.
We
zoom in very close.
We
increase the volume as the impressive black
rod
stretches Sheila`s lips wide open.
We
hear the degrading sounds of Sheila`s intense
sucking as well as the heavy friction coming from
the
huge black penis ferociously invading her mouth.
Sheila`s entire body now wriggles frantically as
the
huge black rod pumps her delicate mouth.
We
see the enormous penis going in and out.
In
and out. In and out.
And
still.. in and out. Without stopping.
Sheila`s lips are wrapped tightly around the
black schlong as it stretches her jaws wide.
Her
nostrils flaring, we see her struggling for
air
as she almost chokes on the huge penis.
As
a large black hand now clasps her throat, we
see
the terrifying black rod being forced
deeper and deeper down Sheila`s throat.
Begging for air, we see Sheila`s tongue
as
it barely manages to leave her mouth
in
an attempt to breathe in.
The
thick rod still deep down her throat,
we
immediately see Sheila`s tongue forced
to
lick the underpart of the black rod in
order to accomodate it.
Sheila`s eyes squeem as she appears disgusted.
Mbuji stares ahead at the daunting blowjob.
Sheila is stretched further wide.
Her
body completely naked, she
appears humiliated, totally degraded.
The
swollen rod invading her mouth as more
and
more black hands violently massage her
wet
body.
Mbuji stares ahead in awe.
He
immediately sees Sheila`s swollen nipples getting
harder and harder at each thrust of the large black
penis invading her mouth.
Her
chest frantically heaving upwards, Sheila`s teary
eyes are soon directed down towards her shuddering
breasts as she realises just how stiffened her
milky nipples have become.
As
the black rod continue to rape her mouth, we
see
more tears run down Sheila`s cheeks as her
embarassment grows thrust after thrust.
Looking around herself, we see Sheila`s eyes meet
with the eyes of the wild negros as they violently
stare at her juicy nipples getting stiffer and
stiffer.
As
more hands rub her naked body, Sheila`s
breathing gets heavier and heavier.
We
see large black hands rubbing Sheila`s thighs,
massaging her ankles, cupping her large breasts.
As
Sheila`s stiff nipples protrude high above her
shuddering breasts, we now see her legs stretched
even further outwards. We zoom in.
We
see Sheila`s wet and sticky pussy gaping open.
Mbuji stares ahead in a state of crazed arousal.
His
eyes glittering, we suddenly see him
bring his hands to his belt.
A
nasty grin covering his face, Mbuji starts
to
unfasten his pants as he stares ahead
at
the naked white woman helplessly
stretched out in front of him.
As
we focus on his large black hands, we quickly
see
a huge bulge growing beneath his pants.
His
eyes fixed on Sheila, he starts to trudge
ahead heavily. His large, powerful frame
making its way amongst the wild negros.
END
OF ACT 1.
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