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





 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
           DEEP_AFRICAN_HELL_-_ONE_WAY_TICKET 
 
                 (Hardcore Porn XXX)
 
                  (a movie screenplay)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     2.
 
 
                     
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
      FADE IN :
 
      INT. WINE BAR - EVENING
 
      A number of couples are sitting at candle-lit tables
      chatting amorously. As we focus on one of the central 
      tables we see a man, CRAIG, in his late twenties,
      liasing with a middle-aged attractive woman, SHEILA.  
 
      Craig holds a pen in his hand, as does Sheila.    
                                                             
                      CRAIG
             So tell me Sheila, what is a pretty lady
             like yourself doing speed-dating ?
 
                      SHEILA
             I guess I`ve been single long enough now
             that I`ve finally figured out that it`s
             time to start dating again.
                                          
                      CRAIG
             Well, looking the way you are, I`m sure you`ll
             find a lot of attention here tonight.
             I, for one, think you`re stunning.
 
      Sheila blushes with embarassment.
 
                      SHEILA
             Well thank you for the compliment Craig,
             you`re looking rather nice too.   
 
      The pair stare at each other with anticipation.
 
      INSERT TITLE CARD
 
      3 MONTHS LATER
 
      EXT. SHEILA`S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
     
      Craig and Sheila are lying on a hammock watching
      some birds eating away on the lawn. The couple are
      amorously snuggled up in a spoon-shape, Sheila`s
      slim body gently placed on top of Craig`s.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     3.
 
      We hear the rumour of a car engine.
      A red volvo pulls up the drive way.
 
      A pretty blonde woman in her late twenties, NAOMI, 
      Sheila`s oldest daughter, wearing a suit top with
      a hip-hugging short skirt, swiftly gets out. 
      Pretty face, small nose, with a slim body and long legs.
      She carries some grocery bags along the way to the house. 
 
                      NAOMI
              Hi Mum. Hi Craig. Looking all cosy
              there aren`t ya ? 
 
                      SHEILA
              Don`t we just honey ?
              How was your day at the office ?
 
                      NAOMI
              Oh, boring as usual.
              My feet are killing me.
             
      Craig hugs Sheila tight as he observes her
      daughter entering the house.
 
      As Naomi bends down to pick up some envelopes,
      we see Craig eying her up and down.
      Her long legs bending beautifully, her fair skin
      stretching all the way down to her feet.  
 
                      SHEILA
              Oh, this feels lovely.
              I really didn`t think things would turn out
              the way they have. What with the age
              difference and everything.
 
                      CRAIG
              Are you joking ?
 
                      SHEILA
              No, of course not. It`s just that with me
              being much older than you.. divorced and,
              well, a mother of two, I imagined that sooner
              or later something would go wrong.
 
                      CRAIG
              Honey please stop talking nonsense.
              The age difference n` all means absolutely
              nothing to me. I enjoy being with you and
              that`s what counts. Trust me.
 
                      SHEILA
              Sorry if I keep whining Craig.
                       (beat)
              Yes, I do trust you.  
              I guess we`ll just have to take every
              day as it comes. 
 
 
 
 
 
                               
                                                                     4.
                      CRAIG                      
              Right.
              Now, about this vacation.
              Have you decided ?
 
                      SHEILA
              Oh Craig, you don`t have to ..
 
                      CRAIG
              Nope, I`ve made up my mind.
              Now come on, what`s it gonna be ?
              Asia, Europe or a Safari ?
 
        Sheila hugs Craig tightly.
 
                      SHEILA
              OK, after a long thought, I`ve decided on a Safari !
 
                      CRAIG
              At last.
              Right then, well, I guess I can start
              getting things sorted now.. tickets,
              transport, some new sunglasses..
 
                      SHEILA
              Are you absolutely sure you want to
              do this ?
 
                      CRAIG
              Without a doubt.
 
        Craig strokes Sheila`s hair, he places a
        gentle kiss on her delicate lips as
        he embraces her warm body.
 
        EXT. INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - MORNING
 
        Craig and Sheila are standing in front of the red
        volvo. Their luggage by their feet, Naomi and her
        sister, JENNY, are nearby.
 
        Jenny is in her mid-twenties, very pretty, tall, 
        blonde hair, tanned with a firm, slinky body.
 
                      NAOMI
               Right, make sure you enjoy yourselves
               and don`t forget the sun lotion.
 
                      SHEILA
               We will honey.
               Now make sure you look after your sister
               and try not to burn down the house ..
 
         Naomi smiles.
           
                      NAOMI
               Have faith mother.
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     5.
 
 
                      CRAIG
               Ok Sheila, we`ll have to hurry
               if you still want to do some shopping
               before the flight.
 
        Naomi and Jenny salute their mother and her partner.
 
        We see Sheila and Craig enter the airport
        as the red volvo drives away.
 
        INSERT TITLE CARD
 
        1 WEEK LATER 
 
 
        INT. SAFARI JEEP - CONGO OUTBACK - AFTERNOON
 
        Craig and Sheila are holding hands as the off-road
        vehicle is making it`s way back from the
        wilderness of the Congo outback.
 
        With the jeep in movement and the sun setting,
        Sheila sits on Craig`s lap contently.    
 
                      SHEILA
               Oh Craig, this is such a beautiful
               continent. I can`t believe I never
               thought of visiting it before.       
 
                      CRAIG
               Indeed it is.
               
                      SHEILA
               I kind of wish this moment would never end.
 
                      CRAIG
               Don`t you worry honey, there`s plenty more
               to see. Trust me. I told you it would be a
               holiday you`d never forget.
               We have many more places to visit before we
               head back to the States. 
 
                      SHEILA
               Really ?
               Huh, the surprises just keep on coming.
 
                      CRAIG
               Oh yes.  Fear not, I`ve planned our
               route carefully. I want you to see as
               much of Africa as you can.
 
         Craig promptly extracts a map of the continent from
         his side pocket. He starts to point at their position.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     6.
 
                      CRAIG
               You see, Central Africa is one of the most
               fascinating territories on the planet.
               It`s natural beauty is simply unrivalled.
               At this moment, we are here.
 
         Craig`s finger falls on "Congo".
 
                       CRAIG
               I`ve arranged for us to travel horizontally
               along this line.
               Tomorrow we set off for Gabon. After that
               we`ll cut through Cameroon and Nigeria and, 
               if I can arrange the transport, hopefully we
               can then reach the Ivory Coast. I`ve read that
               these territories are simply breathtaking.
 
         Sheila looks surprised.  
                      
                       SHEILA
               Do you mean you have planned every thing
               beforehand ? How on earth did you do it ?
 
                       CRAIG
               Well, to be honest, not every single thing.
               We may have to improvise accomodation and 
               transport when travelling through Ghana ..
               But hey, we both love a bit of
               adventure don`t we ?             
 
                       SHEILA
               Uhm, I guess so ..
 
         INT. SHEILA`S HOUSE - EVENING
 
         We see the main door swing wide open.
 
         Naomi makes her way through the door after
         another hard days work.
 
         She quickly throws her bag on the sofa before
         assaulting the fridge. She takes out a chilled
         bottle of mineral water and brings it to her mouth.
 
         As she gulps the cold liquid down, we see her flip
         her shoes off. We zoom down to her delicate feet as
         she softly contracts her toes.
 
         Naomi places the bottle back and soon takes off her
         jacket. She reveals a slender body under a flimsy
         pink cotton vest.
 
         We get a glimpse of her stiff nipples piercing through
         her top, hardened by the cold water flowing down her
         throat.   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     7.
 
         She soon drops her skirt to the ground, revealing a
         pair of tightly adhering slips firmly clinging to her
         vaginal area.
 
         Her vaginal mound is swollen, we can almost make out the
         shape of her delicate lips through the moist fabric.
         As she turns away from the camera we see her perfectly
         firm bottom cheeks sandwiching her skimpy panties
         with every movement of her hips.
 
         Naomi drops on to the couch exhausted.
 
         With an almost melancholic look, she stares out
         the window lost in deep thought.
 
         MONTAGE -
 
             - We see Sheila and Craig taking photos
               in front of a waterfall;
 
             - Craig embracing Sheila at the top of a cliff
               observing the sun set over the African horizon;
             
             - Sheila feeding Craig with bits of local cuisine;    
 
             - Craig loading their luggage onto a long distance coach;
 
             - The pair snuggling up together at the back of the
               coach as the African landscape passes them by.
 
 
         INT. LONG DISTANCE COACH - CAMEROON - DAY
 
         Sheila and Craig are sitting at the back of 
         the coach as they head towards the border
         between Cameroon and Nigeria.
        
         With a series of progressive shots,
         we unexpectedly begin to see the landscape
         gradually deteriorating before us.
 
         The changes are not for the best.
 
         Makeshift sheds, burnt down cars, rubbish and
         broken glass, rusty bridges and holed roads.
 
         The beauty of the rural Africa with its wildlife
         and natural scenaries are slowly replaced by the
         more intimidating reality of suburban Nigeria.
 
         The coach passes a sign which reads ABUJA.
         The vehicle enters the city just after midday.
         
         The almost deserted territories of remote Congo are
         now replaced by substantial herds of black people,
         old cars and cheap markets.
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     8.
 
         As Craig turns to his left, he notices Sheila sleeping
         by his side. His face initally concerned, he is
         now relieved she has not witnessed the
         non-pleasant features of that outer area.
 
         He turns his attention to his window in an
         attempt to take in as much of Abuja as he can.
 
         Many tall buildings hazardly crammed together.
         Lots of tight alleyways void of sunlight.
         Intense traffic, streets buzzing with
         cheap cars and tacky old buses. 
 
         Watching the locals passing by, Craig
         stares sharply at the intense darkness of
         their skin. The blackest of the Africans.  
 
         We zoom in on Craig`s face.
         He appears less enthusiastic,
         sceptical about his choice of destination.
 
         We see the coach head into the city centre.
 
         INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - DAY
 
         As the couple enter the hotel room,
         Sheila appears ecstatic to see a bed. 
 
         She falls onto it as Craig closes the door.
 
                       SHEILA
                 At last! A real bed. 
                 Oh my god, I think I could
                 sleep for days.
                
         She soon stretches out on it, puffing up the cushions.
 
                       CRAIG
                 It`s all yours honey. 
 
         Craig smiles as he starts to
         unfasten his suitcase belt.      
 
         INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - DAY    
 
         Craig calmly sits in one of the hotel room chairs,
         sipping on a pepsi whilst working on a crossword.
 
         He suddenly lowers his book and lifts his gaze.
 
         We see him stare with passion at the
         delicate body of his travel companion
         spread out over the bed in front of him.
 
         Sheila lies across the mattress, bare legged and
         without sandles. She wears a baggy t-shirt, flimsy.
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     9.
 
         Her panties firmly hugging her hips,
         her slender thighs relaxed as her toes
         are pointing outwards slightly.
 
         In her forties, Sheila is still a very
         attractive woman. She has a very pretty face
         with a soft complexion accompanied by a firm
         body with smooth skin and a flat tummy.    
 
         As the African heat sweeps the room, Craig studies
         the enticing features of his companion before him.
        
         We see his gaze float over her body, her arms, her
         legs. His mouth watering, he sips at his coke
         as an obvious erection grows hard in his pants.
 
         His mind starts to deviate as he stares at the 
         mature woman in front of him.
        
         He grins mischieviously as he catches a glimpse
         of himself in the mirror.
 
         We hear him sigh. He then murmours to himself.  
 
                      CRAIG
               You lucky bastard.
 
         INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - AFTERNOON
 
         We see Craig fastening his shoelaces whilst
         Sheila is still in a profound slumber.
 
         Craig scribbles a message on a piece of paper
         and leaves it by her side before quietly
         moving towards the door and unlocking it.   
 
         Craig leaves the hotel room as we zoom in on the piece
         of paper, it reads : "Gone to get some food for later,
         be back shortly, xx"  
 
         EXT. ABUJA STREETS - AFTERNOON
 
         Amongst the intense hustle and clamour of the
         Nigerian streets, Craig makes his first
         contact with the local people.
        
         He enters a riveting market area as the sun scorches
         his forehead, he takes a cap from his side-bag and
         swiftly places it on his head.
 
         He takes in the various odours of the products on
         sale : roasted vegetables, cornsticks boiling
         in huge caldrums, bruised bananas and other dodgy
         fruits darted frantically by hovering flys.
 
         As potential souvenirs, we see animal statuettes carved
         out of wood, tribe drums and handmade necklaces.
        
 
 
 
 
                                                                     10.
 
         We see second-hand clothes and scruffy old rugs
         surrounded by flee-infested dogs and bags of
rubbish.                  
       
         Alone in such a place, a close-up of Craig`s face
         reveals a growing level of discomfort and preoccupation.
         
         We see tight crowds of black people, mainly men.
 
         Craig`s first impressions are based on the physical
         aspects of the locals.
       
         As he he mingles amongst the crowds, he is
         blatantly overshadowed by the surprising heigth
         of the heavy and much more muscular blacks.
 
         Their dark skin hardened without mercy by the
         scorching heat, the tall locals have an intimidating
         effect on Craig as they tower above him.
 
         Their eyes comanding a sense of ruthless power
         and sheer fearlessness whilst their loud shouts 
         and obvious physical strength assign them an
         almost beast-like masculinity.
 
         We see the wilderness of the African continent
         now reflected in the sheer primitivity and untamed
         verve of its natural inhabitants.
 
         Craig appears concerned.
 
         EXT. ABUJA STREETS - AFTERNOON
 
         Craig is heading back towards the hotel with a couple
         of bags of food. Rice and beans along with bottled water.    
 
         As he approaches the entrance to the building, he spots
         a MARLBORO logo in a shop just opposite. With his nerves
         playing up on him, he is tempted to purchase some
         cigarettes.
 
         Turning towards the shop, however, he notices a
         large group of blacks sitting on a crumbling wall
         close to the shop.
 
         They appear rough and rugid, many of them barefooted
         with dust-covered feet and sweat-stained clothes.
 
         The men are laughing and acting tough, breaking
         bottles and fist-fighting.
        
         Craig thinks twice about his smokes.
 
         He soon decides against buying the cigarettes and
         heads into the hotel instead.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     11.
 
         INT. ABUJA HOTEL - AFTERNOON
 
         Once inside, Craig, spots an arrowed sign on
         the wall behind the counter that reads "BAR".
 
         Relieved, he follows the arrow, takes a few turns
         and reaches the bar area.
 
         Craig approaches the bar with a slight grin.
        
         The bartender is a Nigerian man in his late thirties
         with a pot belly and brownish-yellow teeth. He has
         a devious look and an unfriendly face. 
 
         At the sight of Craig, the bartender straightens
         his back and puffs out his chest.
 
         He eyeballs Craig in an almost menacing way.
         His eyes studying the hated pale flesh of the
         white man now in front of him. 
 
         Politely Craig asks for some smokes.
 
                       CRAIG                           
                Hello there, could I get some
                Marlboro`s please.    
 
         The bartender approaches the counter with
         a dire look. He scruffles his face unappreciately
         before letting out a sigh of frustration.
 
                       BARTENDER
                How many you want ? 
 
         Craig is surprised by the bartender`s cold approach.
 
                       CRAIG
                Just one pack please.
        
         The bartender moves towards the cigarette stand.
 
                       CRAIG
                Uhm, could you kindly tell me what kinds
                of beverage you sell here ?
 
         The bartender looks confused as he places the
         cigarettes on the counter.
 
                       BARTENDER
                What you mean ? 
          
                       CRAIG
                I`m sorry, I mean do you just sell soft
                drinks or alcohol too ? 
 
         The bartender eyes Craig up and down, still
         unhappy about the white man`s presence.
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     12.
 
                       BARTENDER
                 We sell all kind of alcohol here.       
 
         Craig smiles nervously.
 
                       CRAIG
                  Wonderful. Well thankyou for your help.
 
         He pays for the smokes before heading back up
         to the room. The bartender watches him leave,
         his stare fixed aggressively on Craig. 
 
         INT. ABAJA HOTEL ROOM - EVENING
 
         We zoom away from a clock in Craig and
         Sheila`s room. It shows : 22.17 hrs.
 
         We see bread leftovers and unfinished rice
         on plastic plates with empty cups and scruffled
         serviettes scattered across the table.
 
         Craig is slumped in a chair resting.
 
         Sheila instead is very alert, standing at
         the hotel room window observing the lights 
         down below.
 
         She appears lively and cheerful,
         eager to discover her surroundings.
 
         She approaches Craig and nudges him affectionately.
 
                       CRAIG
                  Everything ok, darling ?
 
                       SHEILA
                  Yes, of course.
 
         Craig appears surprised by her liveliness.
 
                       CRAIG
                  Do you not want to get some rest ?
 
                       SHEILA
                  Not really.
                  I`ve been sleeping all day.
 
         Sheila now sits on Craig`s lap.
 
                       SHEILA
                  To be honest, I could do with
                  a drink right now. And to be fair,
                  I think you need one too.
 
         Sheila places her hands on Craig`s shoulders.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     13.
 
                       SHEILA
                  Look at you, you`re all tense,
                  you need to loosen up. 
                  Did you enjoy yourself this
                  afternoon ?
 
                      CRAIG
                  It was ok I suppose.
                  Do you really want to get a drink ?
 
                       SHEILA
                  Yeah, I haven`t had one since
                  we left the Sates.
 
          Craig strokes her leg.
 
                       CRAIG
                  Well, earlier I happened to buy
                  some cigarettes from downstairs.
                  There`s a bar and they definitely
                  sell drinks and stuff. 
 
          Sheila`s face lights up.
 
                       SHEILA
                   Great.
                   Just let me put some clothes on
                   and we can go straight down.
                   I can`t wait for a glass of wine.
 
          Sheila jumps up and heads towards the bathroom.
          Her slender legs and delicate feet on display.
 
          Craig watches her warm body move gracefully
          in front of him.
 
          He focuses on the forms of her fleshy breasts
          bouncing beneath her t-shirt whilst her firm
          thighs are exposed by her moving top.  
 
          A fresh erection now grows in Craig`s pants,
          his mouth becoming watery once again.
 
          INT. ABAJA HOTEL LOBBY - EVENING
 
          As Craig and Sheila descend the stairway into the
          hotel lobby, we see Craig looking for the
          arrows conducting to the bar.
 
          Holding Sheila`s hand, he guides her down a first
          corridor then a second.
 
          As the couple turn left they are confronted
          with a large door locked and bolted.
          Above it we read the sign : BAR.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     14.
 
          Craig looks surprised.
 
                       CRAIG
                Shit.
                I don`t think it`s open.                   
 
          A veil of disappointment now covers Sheila`s face.
               
                       SHEILA
                Oh no.
                I was looking forward to that drink.
                What time did they close ?
   
                       CRAIG
                I couldn`t say.
 
          As the couple scout for an opening-times notice,
          we see the bartender exit a side-room with some
          keys, a mop and a bucket.
 
          Craig spots him immediately.
 
                       CRAIG
                Oh, excuse me sir, could you tell us
                what time the bar actually closed ?
 
          Face to face with Craig, the bartender`s face
          is again covered with anger.
 
          The black man`s look, nonetheless, slowly changes
          from a state of frustration to one of excited delight.
         
          Before him the rare and arousing sight of a white
          woman. Immediately, his eyes are stretched wide.
 
          We see the devious bartender eying Sheila`s
          delicate body. Her white flesh in strict
          contrast with his black skin. 
 
          His eyes eagerly study her clothes.
          She wears a light blouse, delicately covering
          her fleshy breasts with a stringy silver
          necklace leading down to her ample bust.
 
          He spots her carefully shaved legs beneath a
          flimsy knee-length skirt, smoothly leading down
          to a pair of beautifully shaped calves.
 
          He looks at her tender feet, barely covered
          by a pair of leather slip-on sandles.
 
          For some reason, the bartender`s tone of
          voice now appears different from the one
          of earlier, much kinder and helpful. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     15.
 
                       BARTENDER
                 Very sorry, but the bar
                 close at 8 o` clock.             
 
          As Craig turns to Sheila not knowing
          what to do, the bartender resumes his ogling.
 
          We see him stare intensely at Sheila`s body.
          For some reason his eyes are led towards the
          large mounds protruding from beneath Sheila`s blouse. 
 
          Following the bartender`s look, the camera zooms
          from a side : it is now evident that, in fact,
          Sheila does have significantly large breasts.
 
          Although quite baggy, her blouse, being tucked in
          to her skirt, reveals the basic forms of her heavy
          breasts.
 
          Eying up the white woman, we see the bartender`s
          eyes sharpening, his lips tightening, a slight grin
          revealing itself.
 
          His eye movements are almost erratic.
          It appears his mind is busy concucting something.
         
                        SHEILA
                 That`s a shame Craig.
 
                        CRAIG
                 I know.
 
          The bartender swiftly intervenes.
 
                        BARTENDER
                 Is ok. You no worry.
                 There is a bar a few streets down.
 
          He quickly points outside.
 
          A doubtful Craig checks his watch.
          It reads 22.35 hrs.
 
          He looks at Sheila. She appears hopeful again.                
 
                        CRAIG
                 What do you think ?     
 
          Sheila appears relatively content.
 
                        SHEILA
                  Uhm..  well..  if it`s not that far.
                  I suppose we could give it a try.
                 
          As Sheila approves the idea, the bartender begins to smile.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                                                     16.
 
          His eyes light up as he seams to picture
          the idea. His staring resumes.
 
          He looks at the smooth white skin of her arms,
          the tenderness of her neck and then, again ..
          down to her large busoms.
 
                        CRAIG
                  What`s this bar called ?
 
                        BARTENDER
                  It is the "Nwufoa Niger".
                  A nice place, they sell all drinks.
 
          The dodgy bartender smiles at Sheila.
 
                        CRAIG
                  And you`re sure it`s only a few
                  streets down ?
 
                        BARTENDER
                  Yes, not far.
                 
          Sheila grabs Craig`s arm.
 
                        SHEILA
                  Oh come on Craig.
                  We don`t want this bar to close too.
 
          Still sceptical, Craig agrees.
          The bartender`s grin extends further.
 
                        BARTENDER
                  You go out hotel.
                  Walk till end of road, then turn right.
                  After few minutes you come to smaller
                  road and turn left. 
                  You see sign for "Nwufoa Niger".
                  Is very easy. No problem.
 
                        SHEILA
                  Thankyou, you`ve been very helpful.
 
          The couple head towards the exit as the bartender
          watches them leave, his focus aimed entirely on
          the white woman`s legs and buttocks.  
 
          His eyes sharpening, we see the bartender`s grin
          turn into a lethal smile as his right hand
          slowly moves down to his pants and starts to
          stroke his hardened penis. 
 
          The camera zooms in on his smile, his brownish teeth
          now fully revealed from beneath his puffy lips.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          EXT. ABUJA STREETS - NIGHT
 
          Arm in arm, Sheila and Craig stroll down the main street.
 
          The area appears to be well lit and, in comparison to
          daytime, very quiet.  
 
          Craig`s initial concerns of leaving the hotel seem to
          slowly fade away as the couple calmly proceed
          down the road.
 
          Not a single car had passed by, and the presence
          of the street lights had made him more comfortable.
 
          As the couple reach the end of the street, they see
          a smaller turn to the right.
 
          We see that there are large buildings on each side
          of the new street and their presence forbid the
          same degree of lighting as the previous road.
 
          Much tighter than the first, the new street brings
          all new doubts into Craig`s mind. He remains calm
          nonetheless and continues as if indifferent.
 
          As the couple proceed for quite a distance down the
          road, it appears that they are gradually entering a
          different kind of area, more industrial and slightly
          less welcoming.
 
          As the area gets darker and darker, Craigs concerns
          resurface.
 
          As the couple continue ahead, they encounter mounds
          of rubbish, randomly appearing here and there, 
          piercing out from the darkness in front of them.
 
          Plain areas of overgrown grass, surrounded by rusty
          wired fences, are sandwiched between old buildings.
 
          As a new moon makes visibility even more tricky,
          the pair come across a small alleyway, to the left.
          It is dimly lit and seams to wind into a narrow bend. 
 
          As the camera zooms in, we can barely read the letters
          of a scratched metallic sign, placed on a wall, above
          an old coca-cola logo, and next to a lamp post. 
 
          We focus the lense, it reads : "NWUFOA NIGER".
 
          A now tiring Craig turns to Sheila.
 
                       CRAIG
                This must be it. At last.
                The guy said it wasn`t far.
                I`m almost out of breath.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Sheila squeezes his arm.
 
                       SHEILA
                Well, at least we found it.
                You can have a nice sit down now.
 
          We see the pair slowly start to head down
          the dark alleyway.
 
          A few yards away from the entrance to the bar,
          Craig`s heart unexpectedly begins to pound.
          He sees rusty pipes to the side of the
          building, old barrels and empty bottles.
 
          He tries to remain calm, not wanting to
          reveal his growing worries.  
 
          In the bar`s proximity, we see an old streetlight
          flickering. It reveals a small portion of another
          street to the left, unnoticed by the couple.
 
          Zooming into the darkness, we a see a number of
          big old cars parked casually.
          
          Many of the vehicles have no windows, some are
          without bumpers whilst others reveal tacky 
          interiors, scruffy leather seats with large
          holes revealing bits of foamed sponge.
 
          As Craig gets closer to the entrance his nostrils
          are filled with a dire smell. A nasty mixture of
          stale beer, urine and what he most definitely
          recognises as cannabis.
 
          His mind commands him to leave.
          As his doubts increase, Craig stops in his pace.
          He turns around to check his surroundings once more.
 
          He soon notices the nearby alleyway where the
          old cars are parked. He spots fading graffiti
          on a wall with some scrappy scooters left
          under a rusty stairway.
 
          Fearing for their safety, he finally decides
          they should leave and return to the hotel.
 
          As Craig turns back to Sheila, we see that she is
          no longer by his side.
 
          Craig looks ahead concerned. 
 
          The bar`s main door is wide open. We see an old rug 
          on the floor leading down a tight corridor badly lit
          by a couple of small wall-lamps.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          To Craig`s surprise, we see Sheila already half way
          down the dark corridor, waiting for him to join her.
 
          Craig looks at Sheila in astonishment.
          She stares at him with a slight smile.
 
                        SHEILA
                  Come on lazy, don`t give up now.
                  A few more steps and you can sit down.
 
          Almost in a state of numbness, Craig moves towards her.
 
          INT. "NWUFOA NIGER" BAR - LATE NIGHT
 
          Without even thinking about it, Craig finds
          himself alongside Sheila, halfway down the
          dark corridor, walking towards a second door. 
 
          Our point of view follows them at shoulder-height.
 
          As the couple go through the second door, they
          are confronted with a very dark and smokey atmosphere.
 
          The second door reveals another corridor, long and
          narrow, with two sidewalls, which eventually
          leads up to the main bar area at the end of it,
          forming a capital "T".
 
          We follow the couple as they slowly go down the narrow
          corridor. From their point of view, the corridor
          partitions only allow them to see that which is
          directly in front of them : the bar counter.  
 
          As the pair move towards the bar, we see
          a tall black man, rather scruffy, with a sweaty
          forehead and unkept beard, behind the counter,
          wiping its surface.
 
          Lifting his head slightly, his action comes to an abrupt
          halt at the sight of the couple coming towards him.
 
          Shocked, his attention is fixed ferociously
          on the white woman daring to enter the local. 
 
          Incredule, his intense look scans her entire body.
         
          The black man studies Sheila very carefully.
          Up and down, very slowly, his eyes acutely
          observing her white flesh, her arms, her legs.
 
          His eyes stretching, he notices the smooth swaying
          of her chest, her breasts bouncing slightly
          with each step taken.
         
          As the couple get closer to the counter, the
          corridor partion walls slowly come to an end.
 
          A few steps ahead and the pair are now
          in the main bar area.
 
 
 
 
 
          His heart still pounding, Craig tries to focus
          on his surroundings. Amongst the smoke and
          darkness of the local, he can hear many voices
          in the background.
         
          As the couple reach the counter, the drone-like
          rumours from behind suddenly come to a halt.
 
          Facing the counter, Craig looks at the barman.
 
          Almost patronizing, the barman grins down at Craig
          and starts to shake his head in disapproval. 
 
          He takes another good look at the white woman and
          then, still smiling, he eyeballs Craig as if he
          were staring at a fool.
 
          Almost mesmerized, Craig follows the black man`s
          glance, his heart beating, his blood freezing.
 
          The barman looks intensely at Craig before looking
          beyond, over the white man`s shoulders.
          His grin turns to laughter.
 
          Following the barman`s glance, Craig slowly turns around.
 
          His heart stopping, he starts to feel his knees tremble.
 
          As we follow Craig`s blurry point of view amongst the
          semi-darkness of the local, we see two smoke-filled
          drinking areas to each side of the long corridor.
 
          Craig suddenly hears a terrifying roar from
          all around him. As he adjusts his focus,
          he feels his heart in his throat. 
 
          Before him a frightening scenario.
 
          The local is filled to the brim with dozens of
          huge blacks. From left to right, Craig sees nothing
          but large black men, all drinking and laughing.
 
          Their intimidating mannerisms tell Craig everything.
       
          The blacks seem rough. They look dirty
          and unkept, definitely belonging to the
          poorer areas of the city.
 
          He sees cigarettes and beer bottles, unemptied
          ash-trays and broken chairs.
 
          He looks nervously at the fierce negros.
 
          The majority of them are wide-shouldered and tall.
          He sees sweat-soaked vests and tacky thong-sandles.
          Large tattoos and thick collar chains.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          The steamy body smell from the drinking area soon
          reaches Craig. An almost revolting mix of sweaty
          arm-pits and smelly unwashed feet along with a
          nasty wave of cannabis smoke and other susbtances
          unknown to the white man.
          
          A number of the blacks are bare-chested revealing
          hard muscles and extremely strong upper-bodies.
 
          Craig quickly turns back to the barman.
          Now shaking, he remains speechless.  
          We zoom in on his eyes, he looks down, petrified.
 
          Terrified, Craig suddenly remembers about
          his companion.
 
          We follow Craig as he turns to his right.
 
          We see Sheila standing immobile, already afraid to move.
          She is closely surrounded by four large blacks,
          the men towering above her.      
 
          Her delicate white flesh in strict contrast with
          the rough black skin of the large negros.  
 
          Sheila nervously glances up at Craig before
          lowering her head again.
 
          Her immobile body soon becomes the centre of
          attention of the entire local. 
 
          Craig looks around, he sees dozens of blacks 
          now surrounding them both.
 
          We focus on the wild negro eyes fixing the white woman.
 
          We see them looking wildly at the thick mounds beneath
          her blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of
          her slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes.
 
          Blushing with shame, Sheila looks up slightly.
 
          She sees the rugid and powerful features of the many
          blacks carefully studying her body. She notices their
          eyes constantly focusing on her voluptuous breasts.
 
          Embarassed, she tries to cross her arms in order to
          cover her plump busom whilst her flimsy blouse
          appears slightly damp due to the long walk.
 
          Craig loooks ahead petrified. 
         
          He sees Sheila now completely surrounded as more
          and more negros approach the bar.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Craig too looks at Sheila`s gorgeous body, her
          swollen breasts protruding from under her blouse.
 
          Terrified to imagine what would happen if the wild blacks
          got their hands on her, Craig tries to think of a way out.
 
          As he notices the barman laughing with the other blacks,
          Craig quickly realises that the situation is dire.
 
          As all reason abandons him, we suddenly see Craig
          rush towards Sheila, with a rash movement, and
          grab her arm in an attempt to drag her out. 
 
          As he starts to pull her towards him, we suddenly see
          a huge black hand smack Craig straight across the face.
 
          Within a few seconds, we see another coming violently
          from a different direction.
 
          As the camera zooms away, we see Craig fall to the floor.
 
          He is immediately surrounded by half a dozen blacks.
          We see him on the ground terrified.
 
          Craig is now kicked and bruised, beaten without mercy.
          We see blood trickling from his mouth and across his
          forehead.
 
          We hear Sheila scream as she witnesses the scene.
 
                        SHEILA
                      (shouting)
                  NO !!  STOP !!!  PLEASE !
 
          As the camera again zooms in towards Craig, we see
          more fists and more kicks.
 
          Large parts of Craig`s face are now purple, his
          lips badly cracked and puffed, his shirt torn. 
 
          The furious negros gradually start to move away.
 
          Left lying semi-conscious in a puddle of blood,
          Craig`s vision now becomes blurry.
 
          We see him struggling to keep his eyes open, his
          hands and shirt covered in blood.
 
          We switch perspective. We see things through
          Craig`s point of view, at ground level.
 
          His vision alternates. We see a blurry state of
          confusion, then total darkness and then again a blur.
        
          He can barely make out the figures surrounding him, 
          as his hearing also appears to be damaged. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          He suddenly feels his hair being grasped violently
          by a heavy hand. His head is roughly jolted upwards
          as other hands quickly grab his wrists and ankles.
 
          We see Craig being lifted up, almost without effort,
          by three of the blacks.
 
          They start to head towards the long corridor. 
 
          As Craig is dragged away, we see him desperately
          trying to raise his wounded head. 
 
          With blood still trickling and his vision
          still dramatically alternating, he tries
          to understand what is happening.
 
          As he looks towards the bar counter, he sees nothing
          but the broad shoulders of a large crowd of blacks
          wildly cheering and laughing.
 
          As Craig is being carried away towards
          the exit, he suddenly catches a glimpse of
          Sheila`s face amongst the crowd.
 
          Craig`s heart almost misses a beat. He sees a huge
          black hand forcefully wrapped around Sheila`s mouth.
 
          We see the whites of Sheila`s eyes frantically
          moving, as terror invades her entire body.
 
          As Craig is dragged away, his vision of Sheila
          is randomly interrupted by the individual movements
          of the wild crowd surrounding her.
 
          Craig`s vision is covered.
 
          One of the negros then moves and Craig briefly gets a
          second glimpse.
 
          He sees one of the larger blacks violently holding
          Sheila from behind. His huge left hand covering
          her face whilst his bulky right arm is forcefully
          wrapped around her waist.
 
          The savage blacks now start to jeer like animals. 
 
          As the large negro purposefully squeezes his right arm
          deeper into her tummy, we see Sheila`s voluptuous
          breasts quickly expand outwards, stretching her blouse, 
          as if they had been pumped.
 
          As Sheila`s skimpy blouse struggles to contain her
          large busoms, we see another negro approaching
          with a small pocket knife.
 
          Craig`s vision is once again covered by the crowd.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Petrified by what he has just seen, Craig furiously
          starts to struggle and is dropped to the ground.
 
          He immediately turns his head back towards Sheila.
 
          As the crowd opens up once again, we suddenly see
          a large negro`s tongue forcefully invading her mouth,
          sweeping deep inside, whilst Sheila`s eyes are
          frantically looking down, towards her chest.
 
          As the camera zooms out, we see Sheila`s skimpy blouse
          now barely covering her large breasts as all but one
          of her small buttons have been removed.
 
          We see the pocket knife slowly approaching her neck.
          It quickly runs over her flesh, down past her silver
          necklace and heads down towards the last button of her blouse.
 
          Craig is once again lifted up.
 
          In a final struggle, he looks back towards the bar.
 
          As the crowd moves slightly, we get another
          glimpse of Sheila. We see her arms aggressively
          pulled out to her sides.
 
          The black man behind her now keeping her firmly
          immobilised as his right arm aggressively
          squeezes her tummy. 
 
          The crowd continues to move covering our vision, then,
          for just a split second, we see two huge black hands
          grasping at Sheila`s blouse as if to pull it open. 
 
          The thick hands clasp the blouse just below the collar.
 
          As the camera zooms in, we suddenly see the large
          black hands violently rip Sheila`s blouse wide open.
         
          Immediately, Sheila`s huge breasts bounce out.
 
          They quickly sway from left to right revealing
          a pair of surprisingly swollen nipples.
 
          As the camera zooms in, we get a clearer look.
 
          We can see the abundant proportions of Sheila`s
          breasts, bouncing extremely fleshy and ripe.
 
          Zooming in further, we see her nipples on full display.
 
          They appear to be extremely swollen as they
          heave outwards. Her pudgy aereola are wide and
          pink whilst her thick nipples are 
          unusually milky and plump.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          As her breasts sway gently, Sheila`s protruding
          nipples begin to harden as they meet
          with the surrounding atmosphere.
 
          As the large black man behind her temporarily
          loosens his grasp on her waist we see Sheila`s
          tummy slowly retract inwards as her
          chest expands out.
 
          Her eyes flickering, we see Sheila now gasping for air.
          We see her body tremble. Her heaving breasts bouncing
          up and down as her chest expands and retracts,
          trying to increase its oxygen intake.
 
          Her tummy going in and out, it is obvious that
          her swollen nipples are getter harder and harder.
 
          Sheila`s shuddering breasts are now totally exposed.
               
          We quickly see the crazed blacks close around
          her again.
 
          As loud cheers engulf the local, we see Craig being
          carried down the corridor.
 
          As his head flops, his vision turns to darkness again.
          Craig is almost unconscious.  
         
          A few yards away from the door, we see him struggling
          one final time. In vain. He is unable to lift his head.
 
          Although we see blood dripping from his face,
          Craig suddenly hears some desperate screams.
 
          He remembers about Sheila once more and, with all his
          energy, he tries to lift his head one final time.
 
          We hear Sheila screaming in terror.
 
                        SHEILA
                  NO !!!
 
          As Craig lifts his head one last time, he focuses
          on the crowd. His vision is completely covered.
 
          Suddenly, however, a small gap is opened amongst
          the violent negros allowing a partial view.
 
          Craig tries to adjust his focus.
 
          His eyes suddenly expand. Craig is shocked.
 
          As the camera zooms in through the gap, we get a
          glimpse of the back of a negro`s head.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Suddenly the head moves slightly to one side.
 
          We see that, in fact, one of Sheila`s large
          breasts is now being violently squeezed and
          cruelly fondled by a big black hand. 
 
          We quickly see a long thick tongue roll out
          out from a black man`s mouth whilst his 
          puffed up lips open up wide.
 
          Within a fraction of a second, we see one of
          Sheila`s swollen nipples and almost a quarter of her
          large breast being ferociously sucked in by the negro.
 
          Craig looks ahead incredule.
 
          He sees her milky breast being sucked in deeper
          and deeper as the black man`s saliva starts
          to dribble down her stomach.
 
          The negro`s saliva soon reaches Sheila`s
          tummy, now drawing in and out even faster. 
          Her heavy chest bouncing emphatically, Sheila`s
          breathing grows deeper and heavier.
 
          We see another black hand aggressively cupping
          and massaging as much of Sheila`s fleshy
          mounds as it can.
 
          We get a glimpse of Sheila`s face.
          She is teary-eyed, still with the large
          black hand cupping her chin and mouth. 
 
          As the ferocious sucking continues, Sheila`s nipples
          become harder and harder. They protrude out, on
          full display, for every negro to watch.
 
          As Sheila looks down at her breasts being manhandled
          with such violence, she notices just how far 
          her swollen nipples are protruding.
 
          As the camera zooms in, we see utter humiliation
          and embarassment in Sheila`s eyes.    
 
          We see Sheila completely surrounded by the
          fierce crowd of negros.
 
          Looking down at her, their eyes violently focused
          on her exposed breasts, shuddering totally unrestrained.
 
          As Sheila`s hardened nipples attract the brutal
          laughter of the blacks, we see a small tear
          slowly run down her face.
 
          Her breasts swaying in front of everyone, she
          appears totally degraded.
         
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Feeling his heart in his throat again, Craig
          watches the crowd close up one last time.
 
          His vision deterioting dramatically, it
          suddenly turns to complete darkness as
          Craig`s hearing slowly fades to silence. 
 
          Craig is unconscious.
 
          We fade to black.
 
 
          EXT. ABUJA STREET - LATE NIGHT
   
          We fade from black to a dark
          and blurry vision of an unknown street.
 
          We see things from Craig`s perspective.
 
          He is lying on the floor. His clothes stained
          and ripped, his face dirty with dust and dried blood.
         
          He is surrounded by rubbish, old cardboard and
          broken glass.
 
          We slowly fade in with the audio.
          Craig`s hearing is now slightly returning. 
 
          As Craig`s hearing gradually improves, we hear a
          deep, harsh voice coming from a distance.
          It`s a man`s voice. It speaks an imperfect English.
 
          We can sense a strange accent in his voice, 
          a tough mixture of African, French and some other dialect.
 
                        UNKNOWN VOICE
                         (offscreen)
                  You OK ?
 
          As we zoom in on Craig`s face, we see him slowly opening
          his eyes. He starts to blink, trying to adjust his focus.
 
          As Craig`s vision and hearing improve, we see the heavy
          figure of a black man approaching. 
 
          As the light from a nearby lamp-post soaks the area,
          we see the big man trudging closer.
 
          He appears to have a shaved head and a thick moustache.
          We see a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
 
          As we zoom in closer, we see that he is in fact an
          extremely heavy and bulky black man. Perhaps in his
          mid-forties, maybe more.
          Impressively tall, wide upper arms, but with quite a belly.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          He has the body features of a heavy worker,
          a face signed by time as a number of wrinkles
          have started to creep in.
 
          We see a faded scar at the height of his neck.
 
          In proximity to Craig, we see the black man
          look down confused. 
 
                        BLACK MAN
                   I say you ok ?
 
          We see his big hand as it roughly nudges Craig.
 
          The black man`s hands are very rough with thick
          fingers and what appear to be extremely short,
          yellow stumps instead of nails.
 
          As Craig looks up, he appears totally disorientated.
        
          We see him studying his surroundings not
          knowing where he is.
 
          He then looks at the big man in front of him.
          We see concern growing on his face. 
 
                        BLACK MAN
                   Hey, you understand what I say ? 
 
          Craig blinks frantically. He starts to panic.
 
                        CRAIG
                      (shouting)
                   WHERE AM I ?
            
          We see Craig now trying to get to his feet.
          In vain.
 
          He soon collapse in a messy heap
          next to the rubbish.
 
          He looks up at the black man trying to
          figure out what to do.
 
                        BLACK MAN     
                   What you do here ?!
 
          Craig looks up in a state of total confusion.
 
                        CRAIG
                   Who are you ?
 
          The black man looks down at him.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                        BLACK MAN
                   I pass by.
                   I see you on floor.
                   My name is Mbuji.
                 
          Craig looks beyond the black man.
 
          He sees a scrappy old brown car.
          It`s engine running and door wide open.            
 
          Mbuji now raises his voice.
 
                        MBUJI
                      (shouting)
               WHAT FUCK IS HAPPEN YOU !! 
 
          Craig is immediately confused by his
          accent and language.
 
          His vision is once again blurry. His hearing
          coming and going.  
 
          He slowly brings his fingers to his bruised face.
         
                        MBUJI
                      (abruptly)
               What is happen ..
               .. some blacks
               fuck you in the ass ?
 
          Craig slowly shakes his head as he lowers it.
 
          In a state of confusion, the one thing
          Craig does know is that he has not
          been ass-raped.
 
          With pitiable eyes, we see Craig stare at
          Mbuji. His hands shaking, his face
          bruised and swollen. 
 
          Defeated, and with a weakened voice,
          we suddenly hear Craig plead.  
 
                        CRAIG
                      (humbly)
               I need some help. 
 
          INT. OLD BROWN CAR - LATE NIGHT
 
          We see Craig now sitting next to Mbuji in his
          tacky old car.
 
          The car is parked next to an un-used railway
          line, in the proximity of an old metal depot,
          just outside Abuja. 
         
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Wiping his forehead with a scruffy wrag, Craig`s 
          hands are still shaking. His head lowered,
          he is silent.
 
          With a cigarette placed between his thick fingers,
          we see Mbuji swigging at a bottle. 
          It appears to be whisky.
 
          He turns to Craig as if about to lose his patience.
 
                        MBUJI
               So, you tell me what
               is you name ?
 
          Craig waits a second then slowly lifts his head.
 
                        CRAIG
               My name is Craig.
 
                        MBUJI
               You American ?
 
                        CRAIG
               Yeah.
 
          Craig turns to Mbuji.
                                  
                        CRAIG
               Are you ?
 
          We see Mbuji laugh, almost sarcastically.
 
                        MBUJI
               Huh..  
               I no American.
             
                        CRAIG
               So you`re Nigerian ?
 
                        MBUJI
               No.
               I from the Senegal.
               But I live here.
               Have worked all over place though.
               Cameroon, Sudan, Guinea, even the Botswana. 
 
                        CRAIG
               What do you do ?
 
                        MBUJI
               I am oil worker.
               Been here for seven years.
          
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Mbuji spreads out his large black hands.
          He looks down at them, showing Craig his palms.
 
                        MBUJI
               Is heavy work.
               Long hour, no much time for rest.
            
          Craig stares at the yellowish palms of
          Mbuji`s large callous hands.
 
          Still shakey, we suddenly see Craig look out
          the window into the darkness.
          We can still see fear in his eyes.
 
          Mbuji fixes him with an impatient stare.
          His tone of voice abrupt and very masculine.
 
                       MBUJI
                So what fuck is happen to you ?
                And what you do in street after dark ?
 
          Craig lowers his head once more.
 
                       MBUJI
                This is no place for white person. 
                You try get kill
?                                               
 
          With the sky at it`s darkest, Craig slowly
          lifts his watch. It reads 01.47 hrs.
 
                       CRAIG
                 Listen..
                 I need your help.
                    (beat)
                 You`ve gotta help me find someone.
 
                       MBUJI
                 Who ?
 
                       CRAIG
                 You`ve gotta help me find my woman.
 
           Mbuji turns to Craig perplexed.          
 
                       MBUJI
                 Woman ?
                 What woman ?
 
                       CRAIG
                    (dejected)
                 Listen..
                 .. earlier,
                 .. I took my woman out for a drink.
                 We ended up in some bar and ..
 
            Craig`s hands start to shake again.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                       CRAIG
                  .. and .. I got beat up real
                  bad and lost consciousness.
                  They must have thrown me out 
                  and dumped me down that street
                  where you found me.
 
           Mbuji`s eyes light up. His face awakening,
           we see his interest growing sharply.
 
           His behaviour telling us he is willing to
           listen carefully to what Craig is saying.
 
                       MBUJI
                  What about woman ?
 
                       CRAIG
                  I couldn`t say. My memory is blurry
                  but I`m afraid Sheila may still be there.
          
                       MBUJI
                  "Sheila" ?
                  Wait..
                      (pause)
                  .. you talk about
                  white woman ?!
      
                       CRAIG
                  She`s white. Yeah.
 
          We slowly zoom in on Mbuji`s face.
 
          His nostrils flaring, we see his pupils dilating.
 
          As we focus on the black man`s eyes, we can 
          see that his bulbs are of nasty yellowish
          colour, cracked with tiny veins.
        
          Mbuji`s surprised reaction is almost sadistic.
         
          Unknown to Craig, it is obvious that the big
          Senegalese is actually finding pleasure in
          what he is hearing.
          
          The thought of a white woman instantly swelling
          a noticeably large bulge in his pants.
 
          Mbuji remains quiet for a while.
   
          He looks out into the savage darkness.
          His eyes fully alert.
 
          He stares at the old metal depot.
          It`s windows smashed. It`s roof half collapsed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          We see the leftovers of a burnt down van.
          It is without wheels and missing a side door.
 
          There are some slashed tyres on the ground with
          overgrown grass piercing through them.  
         
          We see a large stack of rusty metal beams now
          covered in scruffy graffiti along with a number
          of black rubbish bags randomly popping up from
          out of the grass.               
 
          His curiosity growing, Mbuji brings his
          attention back to Craig.
 
                      MBUJI
                  You remember what 
                  bar called ?
 
          We see Craig crumpling his bruised
          forehead trying to remember.
         
                      CRAIG
                  Uhm.. it was called the
                  "Nwufoa Niger".
 
          He turns to Mbuji.
 
                      CRAIG
                  Do you know it ? 
        
          Mbuji`s eyes stretch wider.
          He appears conveniently appalled
          as he hears the local`s name.
 
          He looks at Craig in a patronizing manner.
 
                      MBUJI
                    (Incredule)
                  Wait.
                       (pause)
                  You tell me that you
                  bring white woman into
                  the heart of Africa .. 
                       (pause)
                  take her out in middle of night.. 
                       (pause)
                  and then ..
                       (pause)
                  left her all by self ..
                  .. in nasty bar for blacks,
                  in very dangerous area ?!?    
 
          Dejected, Craig slowly nods his head.
          He brings his hands to his face.
          He covers his eyes as his body sinks into the seat.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Guilt enveloping him, Craig appears to be a broken man.
 
          We see Mbuji turn towards his window.
         
          As his eyes glitter, we see a slight grin grow
          on one side of his cheek.
 
          From within the vehicle, we slowly begin to
          zoom down from Mbuji`s face to his waist area.
 
          We focus on his significantly large thighs
          as the beige fabric of his cotton trousers
          are heavily overstretched.
         
          Sandwiched between Mbuji`s thighs, we see the
          prominent and very thick shape of what appears
          to be an extremely long and heavy penis.
 
          The noticeably thick rod forcefully begins
          to twitch from beneath the fabric. It`s
          impressive proportions now becoming
          completely obvious.
 
          The big man is in a state of complete arousal.
    
          Unseen by Craig, we see the large Senegalese
          slowly bring his right hand down to his groin.   
 
          His bulky hand slowly squeezes his prominent  
          bulge as he lifts his heavy balls and with
          his yellowish palm starts to stroke his long
          shaft hidden beneath his trousers.
 
          Craig looks out into the darkness once again.
          His fear growing tenfold as his vision
          scouts the old railway line.
 
          It leads to nowhere.
 
          We see Mbuji look at Craig, his nostrils still
          flaring. The black man`s stare doesn`t reveal
          an inch of pity.  
 
          Craig turns back to Mbuji.
 
                       CRAIG
                  So do you know the place
                  or not ?
 
          Mbuji now appears serious. His face stone cold.
          Mbuji nods is head.
 
                       MBUJI
                  Listen. Let me ask question.
                  The woman, is she you wife ?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                       CRAIG
                  No.
                  We haven`t been seeing
                  each other that long.
 
                       MBUJI
                   (condescending)
                  Good.
 
           Craig appears confused.
 
                       CRAIG
                  What do you mean ?
 
                       MBUJI
                  You are very stupid white man.
                      (pause)
                  You want serious advice ?
                      (pause)
                  Go back to you hotel.
                  Lock the door.
                  And then start pray for the sun
                  to go up ..        
 
          Mbuji eyeballs Craig. His look is intimidating.
 
                       MBUJI
                  .. then tomorrow ..
                  you buy ticket for plane ..
                  and get fuck out of here.
 
          Craig`s bruised face is shocked.
 
                       CRAIG
                   What are you talking about ?
                   I can`t leave her here.
 
          Mbuji appears frustrated.
 
                       MBUJI
                   LISTEN TO ME !
                   By now, you woman is
                   already dead.
 
          We see Craig`s face drastically deflate. 
 
                       CRAIG
                   What do you mean ?
 
                       MBUJI
                     (irritated)
                   Listen ..
                   .. you have any idea of 
                   how dangerous here is ?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
          Craig listens.
 
                       MBUJI
                   I have see gangs of
                   blacks kidnap adult men ..
                   .. rape in the bottom and
                   fuck in the mouth for days
                   before they cut his throats !!
 
          Craig`s face sinks.
 
                       MBUJI
                   You hope she alive ?
                       (pause)
                   You no realise that most all
                   black man here have no see a
                   white woman in the flesh before ?
 
                       MBUJI
                    (continued)
                   You imagine if this men got chance
                   to use their black penis on
                   white woman  ?
 
          Craig`s bruised head badly starts to ache. 
 
                       CRAIG
                      (desperate)
                   Are you saying that right now ..
                   .. she could already be .. 
                      (pause)
                   .. dead.
 
                       MBUJI
                   Is very possible.
                   I ask you question..
                   .. is the white woman have good body ?
 
                       CRAIG               
                   Well .. she does, yeah.
 
                       MJUTI
                   And this bar ..
                   .. when you go, is it full or no full ?
 
                       CRAIG
                   I can`t remember that well. It was quite dark,
                   but ..   yeah..  it was pretty full.
 
                       MBUJI
                   In this case .. there is chance
                   woman is still be alive.
                       (pause)
                   But ..
                   is maybe better for her if she dead !
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
           Craig looks confused.
 
                       CRAIG
                    What do you mean ?
 
                       MBUJI
                    Very easy. 
                    The more the woman have good body and  
                    the more the black man there is  ..
                         (pause)
                    .. this mean that your woman ..
                         (pause)
                    .. is be raped by many 
                    men for much longer time. 
                         (pause)
                    And if they pushing the penis
                    into her holes they
                    are not slit the throat.
           
           Craig`s desperation turns to numbness.
 
                       MBUJI
                    But, like I say,
                    if she dead or she still live,
                    it no matter..
                    you best if you leave
                    straight away.  
          
                       CRAIG
                    But Sheila ..
 
                       MBUJI
                     (shouting)
                    FORGET HER !!
 
           Mbuji`s patience is now weakening.
 
                       MBUJI
                    Look .. even if she left alive,
                    she left for only one thing.
                    And this is : to be fuck by 
                    the blacks, all days.
                    Because is white is could
                    make her very much precious.
                    If no killed, it is very sure
                    she spend the rest of life
                    to being passed around many many
                    different gangs of blacks men.
 
           Craig tries to recover his energies.
 
                       MBUJI
                    Like I say.
                    If you no want to die.
                    You leave here and no ever
                    come back.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
           We see Craig involved in deep thought.
           He stares out into the darkness looking for
           a solution.
 
                       CRAIG
                    What about the police ?
 
           Mbuji suddenly appears amused.
           He quickly brings his large black hand up
           to the review mirror and motions it towards
           Craig.
 
                       MBUJI
                    Huh. Please..
                    .. you look again at colour of you
                    skin ! You forget you are white man.
                    You just no understand anything !
 
           Craig appears perplexed.
 
                       MBUJI
                    The police here is all corrupt.
                    All corrupt. The drugs,
                    the prostitute..  .. the militaries
                    they involved in everything.
                    Also very much they hate the white.
                       (pause)
                    You go to them, you never see
                    you home again.
                    You tell them what is happen,
                    they laugh at you.
                        (pause)
                    You end up with other twenty
                    blacks men in small prison room.
                    They lock door and throw away key. 
 
            Craig`s reaction is quashed.
 
                       MBUJI
                    Like I say, you want to live, then
                    you leave here as fast you can.
           
             Craig sinks once more into contemplation.
 
             After a while of silence, we see Craig slowly
             turn towards Mbuji.
 
                       CRAIG
                    Listen,
                    I hear what you say,
                    but..  I can`t..
                    I just can`t ..
                    I can`t leave, not without
                    even trying to find Sheila. 
                    Whether she`s dead or alive,
                    I`ve got to find her. I must.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
              Mbuji`s eyes sharpen.
              
              His facade becoming more
              and more unreliable. 
 
              The black man starts to appear calmer.
             
              He now looks at Craig in a condescending
              way. His cigarette dangling loosely from
              his fat pink lips.
 
              We see a devious grin lurking behind the smoke
              as it leaves his thick mouth, his true
              intentions not yet obvious.
 
              We see him turn to Craig in an awkwardly
              patronising way.
 
              The big black man demonstrates what
              immediately appears to be a fake
              concern for the bruised white
              man`s troubles.
 
              Strangely, we suddenly see Mbuji offer
              Craig his help.
 
                        MBUJI
                    Ok.
                    If you decide like this is
                    you choice.
                    If want, perhaps I can help.
 
              Craig looks at Mbuji.
              He suddenly appears grateful.
 
                        CRAIG
                     You would ?
 
                        MBUJI
                     I know this place well.
                     If I no help, you definitely
                     get self killed.  
                     So..
 
                        CRAIG
                     Ok, so what`s the first thing
                     we should do ?
 
                        MBUJI
                     We ?
                     No, no.
                     You listen me..
                     .. is best if you no come anywhere.
                     You white, remember ?  
 
             Craig listens.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                       MBUJI
                   Look, I take you back to
                   hotel.
                   You stay there.
                   Lock door and wait for morning.
 
                       CRAIG
                   And what about you ?
 
                       MBUJI
                   Tonight I go around, ask people if
                   they see or hear about woman.
                   I come to hotel if I know anything.
                   If no, I come tomorrow morning.
 
             We zoom away fom the car. It`s engine starts up.
 
             We see the car headlights beam out beyond the scrappy
             metal heaps, past the old railway line and into
             the eary fields of overgrown grass and rubbish.     
 
             INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - LATE NIGHT
 
             We see a bruised and battered Craig open his
             hotel room door.
 
             Once inside, we immediately see him cross the chain
             and bolt the door.
 
             He slowly turns and looks around. The empty room
             mirroring the void now deep inside of him.
             The clock on the wall reads : 02.32 hrs.
 
             We see Craig approach the bed, his movement a
             slow and weak limp.             
 
             As he gently lowers himself onto the mattress,
             his head sinks into his lap.  We see Craig
             cover his bruised head with his hands whilst 
             he closes his eyes.
 
             As the room`s window leads us out into the
             the brutal darkness of the night, we hear
             Craig begin to sniffle. 
 
             As we zoom down over his lonely figure, we hear
             an exhausted Craig whisper to himself.
 
                       CRAIG
                    Sheila.
 
             EXT. ABUJA STREET - LATE NIGHT
 
             We zoom in on Mbuji`s tacky old car as it slowly 
             pulls up next to an overflowing rubbish container.
 
             As the lights go off, we hear the engine cease.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             We move around to the driver`s window. We see
             the door gradually open as we focus on the ground.  
 
             We suddenly see an extremely scruffy brown leather
             sandle wrapped around an enormous black man`s foot
             as it touches the ground.  
 
             The black foot is covered in dust, it`s impressive size
             spreading out heavily onto the ground.
 
             It`s thick bulky toes have dirty, wragged
             nails whilst it`s harsh yellowish soul spreads up
             from beneath the scruffy sandle.
 
             We slowly zoom up.
 
             And up.
 
             And up, further still.
 
             As we move backwards, we begin to see the huge,
             impervious and extremely powerful figure of Mbuji
             standing tall next to his car. His massive upper arms
             on display as he scratches his rugid face.
 
             We see him looking ahead as if staring at something.
 
             The camera pans around him. We now see his
             impressive bulky shoulders.
 
             We quickly focus beyond his shoulders.
 
             We see that he is fact staring at an old sign
             hanging on a tacky wall.
 
             The sign reads : "Nwufoa Niger".
 
             Mbuji`s eyes sharpen.
 
             We see him start to walk towards the local.
 
             To his right, the old alleyway. 
             As we zoom down it, we see that it is empty.
             Not a car or scooter in sight.
 
             As we zoom out, we see Mbuji slowly enter the local.
 
             INT. "NWUFOA NIGER" - LATE NIGHT.
 
             The camera is now placed facing straight down the
             small corridor leading to the bar area.
 
             We see Mbuji slowly entering the local.
             It now appears to be a very quiet environment.
             As the camera moves upwards, we follow Mbuji from
             a distance.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             We see him come towards the bar area and
             slowly turn around. 
 
             We follow his movement.
             We see that the local is almost completely empty
             apart from a couple of drunks slumped in one corner
             and the barman smoking a cigarette.
 
             As the camera remains at a distance, we see Mbuji
             approach the barman.
 
             The pair begin to talk. 
 
             After a while, we see a few smiles amongst
             the two. Mbuji using the barman`s cigarette
             to light a smoke of his own. 
 
             We watch the barman as he loosely flips the
             top off a bottle of something and starts
             pouring a drink for the large Senegalese man.
 
             Suddenly, we see Mbuji ask the black man
             what appears to be a specific question.
 
             Within a fraction of a second, we see the
             bartender erupt into a mischievious laughter.
 
             His eyes glowing, he starts gesticulating.
 
             His arms waving, we are able to see the shape
             of an hour-glass in his movements.
 
             He quickly brings his hands to his chest
             mimicking the forms of a woman`s breasts.
 
             His laughter growing louder and louder,
             the barman swiftly pours a drink for himself.
             He downs it instantly letting out
             a sigh of relief.
 
             The camera now zooms away further.
 
             We see Mbuji ask another question before 
             downing his drink too.
 
             We see a lurid smile now grow on the barman`s face.
 
             He slowly tilts forward as if wanting to
             whisper something to Mbuji.
 
             We quickly see him pat one of Mbuji`s
             huge shoulders, his smile fading  
             as he starts to whisper in his ear.
 
             The barman`s face now appearing much more
             serious as he seems to be telling Mbuji
             some vital information.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             We see Mbuji`s lips thinning, his face 
             straightening, his throat retracting as
             he swallows the growing moistness    
             building up in his mouth.
 
             We see the bartender move away slightly.
             He winks cunningly at Mbuji as his smile
             quickly returns.
 
             A now tense Mbuji leans in forward as
             if wanting to ask a final question.
 
             Zooming down from above, we see the barman
             once again using his hands. We see his right
             arm swaying from left to right as if giving 
             Mbuji some kind of road indications.
 
             We focus directly on Mbuji`s eyes as they
             carefully take in all the indications.
 
             Mbuji`s face becomes more and more tense,
             his eyes glittering, his nostrils flaring. 
 
             We see him stare intensely at the bartender
             before nodding his head in agreement. 
 
             Mbuji slowly runs his thick yellowish palm
             over his sweaty shaved head.  
 
             The bartender swiftly lowers his head too.
 
             He eyeballs Mbuji with an implicit smile,
             his cigarette dampened by his wet lips. 
 
             We see Mbuji use his big left hand to remove
             the sweat now gathered on his rough moustache
             before grinning back at the bartender.
 
             Mbuji slowly moves backwards as he eyeballs
             the bartender. He promptly turns around.
 
             We start to see him head towards the exit. 
 
             EXT. ABUJA STREETS - LATE NIGHT
 
             We are inside Mbuji`s tacky old car, the
             camera staring through his unwiped front window.
 
             The car is in motion.
             It`s irregular movements signalling that it is
             slowly passing over a bumpy surface of some kind.            
 
             Zooming through the front window out into
             the dark night, we get the view of an 
             old bridge slowly getting closer. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             It`s concrete pillars plastered in graffiti,
             the old bridge overshadows a pile of rubble
             heaped below it. We see broken bricks, scraps of
             metal, an old bicycle frame without wheels.
 
             There are torn newspapers scattered across the
             floor, slit rubbish bags and tacky steal pipes. 
 
             Nearby, the remains of what could have been
             a dog, splattered on the ground in a bloody
             mess, now a feasting spot for hundreds of
             flies and moths.  
             
             As the car motions beneath the old bridge,
             we se Mbuji`s large black arms begin to
             turn the steering wheel to the right.
 
             In the midst of the creepy night, the car
             gradually exits from under the bridge and
             begins to move down an old lane to the right.
 
             As we proceed ahead, we see the frame of a
             burnt down car, now overturned.
 
             Mbuji`s continues.
 
             His car slowly takes a left and then again a right.
 
             As we follow it`s cranky movements in
             the darkness, we see the vehicle 
             entering an extremely rough
             and abandoned area.
 
             There are deserted old buildings crammed together, 
             almost crumbling. Old sheds, only a few feet tall,
             next to solid concrete structures, three or four
             floors high, without windows or lights and surrounded
             by puddles of putrid sewer waters.              
 
             We see large sections of an old warehouse now collapsed
             to the ground in a heavy heap of alluminion sheets,
             steal beams and tangled barbwire.  
 
             There are old copper pipes leaking, with a nasty
             brownish fluid running to the ground as it meets
             with pieces of dampened cardboard and broken glass.  
             
             As the darkness of the night engulfs the area,
             we she shadows randomly moving in the distance.
 
             As Mbuji looks slightly to his left he sees the
             flickering light of what could be a burning
             bonfire. It`s glow darting amongst the tacky walls
             of the old buildings. 
 
             As he proceeds ahead, we see him take another left.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             Moving forwards down a new track, much bumpier
             than the previous, Mbuji starts to encounter
             a succession of tacky old cars parked here and there. 
 
             He sees their windows smashed, their metal
             frameworks badly scratched and dented.
 
             As he turns left again, he is immediately faced
             with the burning bonfire. It`s wood sizzling up
             into the darkness.
 
             As we focus on the wild bonfire, we see a number
             of large, heavy shadows spreading out, up
             across the old building walls and down
             across the floor in front of it.
 
             As we zoom out, we suddenly see an intimidating
             group of tall black men, huddled together,  
             around the burning fire.
 
             From a distance, we see puffs of dense smoke
             smoothly leaving their mouths as rolled up
             cigarettes are lightly placed amongst
             their thick fingers.  
 
             As Mbuji moves closer, we see that one of the large
             blacks has a colourful vest stretched over his
             wide chest. It almost glows in the darkness.
 
             We see three vertical colours striped together.
             A bright green stripe followed by a red one
             and then a yellow. The middle stripe bearing
             a small yellow star. 
 
             As the camera moves closer, we see
             some letters spread across the vest.
             They read C-A-M-E-R-O-O-N. 
 
             Mbuji observes the small crowd of immigrants.
             He appears far from surprised.
 
             As he passes by, we see the tall
             gang of blacks look down at Mbuji.
 
             Their interest quickly deflating as they
             realise it`s just another rough-looking
             negro heading down the track that night. 
 
             Mbuji moves ahead.
 
             As the car comes to a slow halt, we see
             it stop just before a second concrete bridge,
             this one even tackier than the first.
 
             Again, we see large mounds of rubble beneath
             the bridge. We see another small fire, 
             this time burning at ground level.
 
 
 
 
 
 
             It gives light to three black men, sitting
             around it on overturned boxes and large stones.
 
             We see Mbuji gently turn off the engine.
             His carlights quickly fading out.
 
             We focus on Mbuji`s eyes as he studies the three
             men lazily squatted around the flame, not far
             away from him.
 
             He sees them passing around something,
             their heads tilted forward,
             their shoulders drooping.
 
             We zoom in further. We now see the nasty features
             of a dirty syringe needle violently piercing
             one of the black men`s arms.
 
             The man`s head shakes slightly as he
             removes the syringe and promptly passes
             it on to the negro next to him.
 
             Unshocked, Mbuji moves his attention away
             from the druggies. He spots a number of old
             scooters nudged up against a tacky wire fence.
 
             He sees a fresh row of tacky cars crammed together.
             The parked vehicles sleeping undisturbed
             in the pitch darkness. 
 
             The rusty-fence enclosure surrounds an overgrown
             field directly preceding a large concrete building
             which is barely visible in the sheer darkness of
             the night.
 
             An abandoned edifice of some kind, we see that
             half of one of it`s sidewalls is barely standing.
            
             Surrounded by endless heaps of rubble and rubbish,
             the dark and seemingly deserted building stands a
             few floors high, almost completely hidden
             behind the old bridge.  
 
             The silence of the scary area is suddenly disturbed.
 
             We see a group of rowdy Nigerians walking towards
             the car, in the opposite direction of the bridge.
 
             There are five of them.
 
             They appear very lively. We see them aggressively
             scruffle up some empty beer cans and throw them
             into the heaps of rubbish nearby.
 
             We hear them yell in a savage way, blasting
             out some African dialect as they appear
             significantly appeased with themselves.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             Mbuji promptly follows their movements in the darkness.  
 
             He sees them approach the tacky old fence.
 
             The five blacks suddenly start pulling at the wire.
 
             A medium sized hole suddenly reveals itself in the
             rusty enclosure. As they stretch it open, we see them
             move through it one by one. They slowly find
             themselves in the overgrown field.
 
             A few moments after the last Nigerian has passed
             through the hole, we see another big Nigerian
             start to pierce through it, this time in the
             opposite direction.  
 
             He is soon followed by three other blacks, also
             leaving the overgrown field.
 
             Their faces covered by huge grins, we see the
             four blacks laugh wildy as they smoothly
             start to head towards the three druggies
             slumped around the fire.
 
             One of them promptly grabs a syringe
             and brings it to his arm.
 
             Zooming away from the car, we suddenly see Mbuji`s
             large black arm hang out of his window.
            
             We see him calling over to one of the Nigerians.
 
             From a distance, we see the Nigerian approach the car.
 
             As Mbuji`s head motions towards the old building,
             it appears he is asking the Nigerian a question.
 
             The rugid Nigerian, blatantly intoxicated,
             immediately bursts out into an aggressive laughter.
 
             He soon brings his thick black hand towards his
             trousers and quickly cups his bulky groin.
 
             As his tongue dangles loosely from his lips, we
             see his eyes rolling madly, as if he were in a
             state of total delight.
 
             The Nigerian quickly turns around and faces the
             rusty old fence, leading into the overgrown field.
 
             He stares emphatically at the creepy old building,
             letting out a powerful yell of satisfaction
             and ecstasy.
 
             He soon turns back towards Mbuji.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             From a distance, we see the almost crazed
             Nigerian violently start to move his hips
             back and forth, back and forth.
 
             As his grin expands, we se him mimicking
             the act of anal sex.
 
             Mbuji deviously watches the Nigerian.
 
             His tongue still dangling, we then see
             the black man stand erect as he brings
             his right hand at the height of his waist.
             
             We see him spread his large black hand out
             in front of him as if he were holding
             someone`s head.
            
             His waist movement now resuming, he starts
             mimicking the act of a violent blowjob.
 
             His thick pink tongue spread out, the Nigerian
             starts licking his lips in sheer delight.
 
             Once more, he yells in ecstasy.
 
             We see Mbuji say something to the black man.
           
             The Nigerian soon spreads his arm out and begins
             to point towards the rusty old fence.
             His laughter growing louder and louder.
 
             As the black man slowly starts to head back
             towards the other druggies, we see the powerful
             frame of Mbuji slowly exiting his car.
 
             We follow the Senegalese as he starts to head under
             the bridge.
 
             Mbuji soon reaches the row of tacky old cars and
             scooters.
 
             He passes them by, looking for the hole in the
             rusty fence.
 
             With the camera at shoulder height, we follow
             Mbuji as he slowly tries to fit his large
             frame though the rugid hole.
 
             He barely manages it.
 
             We now follow Mbuji in the darkness, as he starts
             to move ahead, across the field, amongst the
             overgrown grass.
 
             We see him promptly dodging large metal pipes,
             mounds of rubble, as well as a number of
             splintered pieces of wood dangerously
             lying in the wild grass.
 
 
 
 
 
 
             We see more and more rubbish bags.
             A scrapped toilet vase lying on the floor.
             Old mattress springs, broken glass panels
             and even an old car engine heaped on the
             ground without mercy.
 
             We watch Mbuji as he is forced to stretch his
             pace beyond a smelly stream of brownish sewery
             waters flowing from a broken underground pipe. 
 
             As he gets closer and closer to the large concrete
             building in front of him, we see that it`s thick
             external walls bear the extended black marks of
             an old fire.
 
             The black burnmarks of the walls, now brutally
             mixing with the glow of the graffiti
             now plastering the crumbling edifice.
 
             As he gets closer, Mbuji sees the large front
             windows of the old building boarded up.
 
             His gaze facing the ground, he can barely make out
             the direction of a freshly improvvised footpath
             leading to the side of the old building.
 
             As things get darker and darker, we follow Mbuji as
             he starts to head down the long path to the side of
             the long edifice. 
 
             Mbuji moves ahead in mortal silence.
 
             We see the whites of his eyes piercing out
             from pitch darkness. His look appears tense. 
 
             As Mbuji gets closer to the other end of
             the building, we begin to hear some voices.
 
             The mumbles are blurred, but they begin to grow louder.
         
             We follow Mbuji as he finally reaches the end of the
             old building and slowly turns the corner.
 
             The camera slowly moves upwards.
 
             We look down on Mbuji as he is promptly confronted
             with a large group of black men standing in front
             of one of the building`s backdoors.
 
             The blacks are extremely bulky and heavy. 
 
             We see them smoking carelessly whilst a thick
             line of empty beer bottles can be seen on
             a small wall just behind them.
 
             We see the black men turn their attention to
             Mbuji as he slowly starts to head towards them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             As he approaches the group, we see Mbuji slowly
             take a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket
             and promptly light a smoke. 
 
             From a distance, we see Mbuji begin to
             mingle with the blacks. He offers a couple of
             smokes to some of the men before patting one
             of them on the shoulder.
 
             We now see the men randomly talking.
 
             Mbuji soon appears to be at ease as he huddles
             with the other men.
 
             We see him smoothly say something before the
             rest of the blacks start to snigger at his joke.
 
             The camera zooms away further.
 
             Mbuji gradually turns his attention to the
             building`s backdoor. 
 
             We see him ask something to the other men
             as a slight grin invades his face. 
 
             The group of blacks begin to murmour emphatically.
 
             Suddenly we see Mbuji bring his large black
             hand to his groin area and heavily cup his
             thick bulge. 
 
             The group of blacks start to laugh in agreement.
 
             One of the men soon offers the Senegalese a swig
             of his bottle before pointing towards the door.
 
             The men now begin to nudge Mbuji towards the
             old building, enticing him to enter. 
 
             Amongst the cheers of the large group, Mbuji
             takes a swig at the bottle before handing it back.
 
             He takes a final puff of his cigarette before
             flicking it to the ground.
 
             He suddenly turns towards the back door.
           
             He gives one final look back at the sniggering
             blacks before he starts to motion towards the 
             building`s back entrance.
 
             We follow Mbuji at shoulder height.
 
             He opens a scrappy old metal door.
             Badly hinged, we hear it scraping on the
             ground as the large Senegalese man now
             enters the dark building.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             INT. OLD BUILDING - LATE NIGHT
 
             Once inside Mbuji is surrounded by darkness.
 
             In the distance we see a small light bulb,
             badly lit, barely revealing an almost
             crumbling wall.
 
             As we focus on the old wall, we see a number
             of holes spread throughout it.
 
             As a slight breeze sweeps the dark room, we see
             the hanging light bulb swaying slightly.
 
             Through one of the holes in the wall we catch
             a glimpse of an old stairway on the other side of it.  
 
             We see Mbuji begin to head towards it.
             Mbuji soons starts up the dusty concrete steps.
 
             As he moves upwards and away from the dangling light
             he is again faced with complete darkness.
 
             Now on the first floor, we see Mbuji take out
             his lighter.
 
             He quickly lights a small flame, directing it in
             front of him.
 
             In semi-darkness, he sees nothing but heaps
             of rubble. Old steel frames, dusty planks and
             unplastered walls. A squallid sight.    
 
             The floor is completely abandoned. It`s
             blackened walls covered in graffiti.
 
             Mbuji motions his lighter to his right.
             He turns back to the stairway and up
             another flight of dusty steps.
 
             Mbuji quickly reaches the second floor.
             Without stopping, he starts a new flight of steps.
 
             Again surrounded by darkness, Mbuji is now on
             the third floor.
 
             We follow him at shoulder height once more.
 
             Ahead of Mbuji, we see a slight beam of light
             piercing through one of the boarded up windows.
 
             It reveals a small corridor leading to a
             much larger one running the length of the
             old building.
 
             As the light gradually improves we see Mbuji
             return his lighter to his pocket.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             He starts to head down the long corridor
             very cautiously. 
 
             Following Mbuji`s glance as we move forward, we
             start to see cigarette butts scattered here and
             there on the dusty floor.
 
             As we continue down the long corridor, we see
             a number of rusty metal doors badly secured
             in front of tacky old rooms.
 
             We see one of the metal doors lying on the
             floor. Mbuji promptly stops in front of it.
 
             Stepping over the door, he enters the old room.
             
             In semi-darkness, we see electric wires dangling
             from ceilings, broken glass covering the floors.
            
             As rubbish bags abound, we suddenly see
             a couple of large rats swiftly rush up an
             old brass pipe.
 
             Mbuji is unmoved.
 
             As he lowers his head to the ground he
             sees more empty bottles and cigarette butts.
 
             Turning towards his left, he soon spots a 
             scruffled magazine piercing from under a
             stained pillow on the floor. 
 
             We see Mbuji pick up the magazine.
 
             As he opens it, we zoom in on its contents.
 
             We see the features of a black woman.
 
             Her legs are wide open as a large black penis
             ferociously stretches her pussy.
 
             In another picture we see her lips wrapped
             around an even bigger black penis.
 
             Mbuji quickly flicks through the pornographic
             magazine before throwing it back to the ground.
 
             We see him step back over the door into
             the dark corridor once again.
 
             He resumes ahead in his slow pace.
             Delving into complete darkness once again,
             Mbuji re-extracts his lighter.
 
             We see the lighter-flame flickering
             slightly. Mbuji is surrounded by silence. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             Again the camera follows Mbuji at shoulder height.
 
             He continues ahead, deeper into the dark belly
             of the old building. 
 
             As the flame goes out, we see Mbuji begin to
             struggle in an attempt to re-ignite it. 
 
             In pitch darkness, we suddenly see Mbuji`s
             large frame immobilized at the centre of the
             corridor as if he had heard something.
 
             We fade up the volume.
      
             The distant echoes of some voices can now be heard. 
 
             Mbuji soon manages to re-ignite the lighter.
 
             He stands still as the small flame poorly
             lights the long corridor in front of him.
 
             We see Mbuji begin to proceed ahead very slowly.
 
             After a while, the small flame reveals a large
             brick wall, covered in cob-webs.
 
             To it`s right however, we see the mouth of
             a small stairway leading down to another
             corridor, even darker.   
 
             Mbuji looks down it. He appears unconvinced.
 
             He turns around, staring back into
             the darkness surrounding him.
 
             Suddenly, we hear some new mumbles coming
             from down below.
 
             Mbuji quickly brings his attention back to
             the stairway.
 
             We see him lower his lighter as he now
             takes a better look.
 
             He sees a long crack running down one of
             the sidewalls. Some rugid concrete
             steps covered in dust and a rusty sidebar
             dangerosuly hanging from it`s supports. 
 
             As we zoom away, we see Mbuji start to descend
             the tight and dark stairway.
 
             As he reaches the bottom step, we start to hear
             random voices mumbling in an African dialect.
 
             Mbuji looks ahead.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             We see another tight corridor, with a rather
             low, crumbling ceiling.
 
             At the very end of it, we can see a dim light
             spreading across it`s uneven surface revealing
             another larger corridor turning to it`s left.
 
             Crouching his heavy shoulders, Mbuji starts to move
             towards the end of the tight corridor.
 
             The voices now become slightly louder.
 
             As Mbuji reaches the end of the corridor he
             closes his lighter once more and again returns
             it to his back pocket.
       
             As he approaches the corner, he sees the
             flickering of an old light bulb dangling
             from an electric wire.
 
             Mbuji turns the corner as the dim light
             reveals a larger corridor.
 
             As the voices grow louder, Mbuji spots a tight
             group of rough-looking blacks, maybe eight or
             nine, huddled together smoking. 
 
             Studying the length of corridor, Mbuji quickly
             spots another dangling light bulb about fifty
             yards further down. 
 
             He soon sees another group of men, maybe
             thirteen or fourteen blacks, beneath the
             second light.
 
             They appear drunk. Their movements erratic.
             Their voices intimidating.
 
             We see them holding beer bottles and smoking
             dodgy cigarettes as a nasty smell of cannabis
             invades the area.
 
             As Mbuji begins to take a few steps forward,
             he promptly brings his large black hand
             to his forehead. 
 
             It sweeps the sweat now dripping from his head
             as he begins to mingle with the large crowds.
 
             An old mirror, half smashed, can be seen to the
             right. It`s surface blurry, it is completely
             steamed up by the crowds` intense body heat.
 
             As we zoom in on Mbuji`s face, we see his
             nostrils flare as they meet with the revolting
             smell now surrounding him. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             A terrible mixture of sweaty vests, hairy arm-
             pits, dusty sandles and, to the left, 
             what used to be a small toilet room. 
 
             Peeping inside, Mbuji sees a filthy old toilet
             stained by sticky brown escrements. It`s sewer
             pipes leaking, we see flies hovering in delight.
 
             As Mbuji moves down the large corridor he
             sees one of the sidewalls dampened in patches. 
 
             Looking further down, in semi-darkness, he sees
             the shadow of a big black man facing the wall.
 
             We suddenly see yellowish liquid splashing
             ferociously against the wall.
 
             We zoom in.
 
             We suddenly see a large black hand firmly wrapped
             around a long and swollen penis. It`s thick, pink
             helmet on display, we see the large black man
             urinating undisturbed against the wall.
 
             Mbuji moves ahead as if totally unnoticed.
 
             As he moves further down the large corridor, he
             begins to hear the faded rumours of some rowdy
             cheers coming from a distance. 
 
             He moves ahead slowly as the cheers gradually become
             more and more vivid.
 
             In proximity of the second light bulb, Mbuji
             stops in front of the second crowd of blacks.
 
             He soon spots a couple of negros leaving the
             crowd. They start to head down a much tighter
             corridor to the right.
 
             Now standing in front of the tight corridor,
             Mbuji watches the two men go down it. They
             then swiftly turn to the left. 
 
             As Mbuji focuses on the two men, we hear the
             rowdy cheers becoming closer.
 
             Mbuji watches the two blacks turn the corner.
             He quickly sees four other Nigerians come
             round it in the opposite direction.
 
             As the four shadows approach the larger
             corridor, we see that one of them is
             walking strangely, as if his
             movements were impeded slightly. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             As they enter the light, we suddenly see a big
             black man in front, tugging at his pants.
 
             Mbuji looks ahead curiously.
 
             The black man has an enormous grin curling up his
             ugly rugid face. We see his pants down by his
             thighs, his tight vest soaked in vapouring sweat. 
 
             As we zoom in, we see a swollen and veiny penis
             dangling visciously between his black thighs.
 
             A white fluid trickling from its tip, the man
             appears elated.                
 
             As he joins the other blacks, he is soon
             saluted by a loud roar. The other negros
             chuckling in delight.
 
             Mbuji stares down the side corridor.
 
             His eyes sharpening, he now watches three more
             blacks as they begin to venture down it.
 
             They soon disappear to the left.
 
             As the wild yells coming from the thin corridor,
             grow louder and louder, Mbuji slowly starts to
             head down it.
 
             One slow step at a time, he hears more and more
             voices cheering and laughing. 
 
             As Mbuji gets closer to the corner of the thin
             corridor, he suddenly remains immobile.
 
             From off-screen in fact, we suddenly hear the
             agonizing and terrified screams of a what
             appears to be a woman.
 
             Mbuji`s eyes are stretched wide.
 
             He quickly turns the corner to the left and is
             immediately presented with another dark corridor,
             even tighter than the previous.
 
             The corridor is packed with dozens of huge black
             men, all jammed together like sheep.
 
             The majority of them bare-chested, we see their
             rough black skin, soaked in sweat, shining with
             a glow below another twitching light bulb.    
 
             As Mbuji studies the big herd of sweaty negros,
             he sees the large men all facing a small entrance
             to what appears to be a tacky old room.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             Looking towards the old room, Mbuji sees that in
             fact the room is filled to the brim, overflowing
             with big black men all ferociously nudging each
             another trying to gain entrance. 
 
             Studying the sweaty crowd of blacks, Mbuji soon
             hears another desperate cry.
 
             It is now obvious that the female voice
             is coming from the old room.
 
             We hear the voice in a state of desperation
             and sheer agony.
 
             We watch Mbuji as he soon detects an American
             accent in the pleading cries of the female voice.
 
                         FEMALE VOICE
                         (agonizing)
                     NO !!!!
 
             As the wild roars of the brutal crowd grow louder
             and louder, the female voice is suddenly quashed.
 
             Unable to scream, we soon hear the woman begin to
             moan in desperation as if her mouth had been
             filled up with something.
 
             As Mbuji listens carefully, he soon sees two tall
             negros, fighting their way past the large crowd,
             trying to leave the room.
 
             As they begin to head towards Mbuji, he sees that
             they are laughing diabolically.
 
             Panning down, we suddenly see that the two black
             men are totally naked as they come forward.
 
             Their powerful black bodies completely soaked in
             sweat, the muscular black men shine impressively 
             as they get closer.
 
             As we zoom in, we see their heavy black penises
             swinging from left to right. Still semi-erect
             and extremely swollen, they assume a snake-like
             appearance as they sway outwards. 
 
             The two sweat-drenched blacks soon pass Mbuji and
             head around the corner as the animal-like roars
             from the room grow louder and louder.
 
             Focusing on Mbuji`s face we see his lips thinning.
 
             Once more, he brings his large black hand up to
             his sweaty forehead and wipes it with verve.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             Mbuji now looks ahead with violence. Almost in an
             ape-like manner, his pupils dilating, his
             nostrils flaring.
           
             We see the rugid black skin of his cheeks crumple
             as he begins to grin with devious pleasure. 
 
             We now see Mbuji start to move ahead.
 
             His large frame mingling with the tight crowd
             of blacks, we see Mbuji`s impressive height
             easily matched by a number of other large
             negros eager to enter the old room.
 
             Mbuji starts to use his raw physical strength
             to slowly make way for himself. 
            
             We see him completely surrounded by the herd
             of sweaty negros.
 
             His eyes stretched intensely, we now see sweat
             gathering on his forehead as Mbuji uses his
             heavy shoulders to gradually slice through
             the wild crowd of blacks.
 
             The camera follows Mbuji at shoulder height.
 
             As we get closer to the entrance of the room,
             we see that in fact it is completely full. 
 
             Panning in every direction, we see nothing but
             large black men all sweating and laughing, crammed
             together in concentric circles facing the centre
             of the room beneath a dangling light bulb. 
 
             As Mbuji enters, he is immediately engulfed
             by the revolting smell of the steamy and
             sweaty room.
 
             As sweat drips from his forehead, we see Mbuji
             look around himself. His nostrils invaded by a
             terrible mixture of stale urine and body sweat. 
 
             As the crowd open up slightly, a nasty smell
             vapours towards Mbuji. The smell is obvious.
 
             It is the smell of unwashed genitalia.
             Fresh penis fluid and stale urine. 
 
             Mbuji`s nostrils flare out further.
 
             We see him looking ahead trying to figure out
             what is going on when suddenly we hear the
             desperate female voice once again.
 
             This time it is very close.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                      FEMALE VOICE (off-screen)
                    NO, PLEASE !!! PLEA.. 
 
             Once more, the voice is interrupted.
            
             Again, we hear more groans as the woman
             appears to be in absolute agony. 
 
             As the cheers once again grow louder, we
             see Mbuji begin to motion forward.
 
             We see him determined. With authority Mbuji,
             begins to nudge his way ahead.
 
             Again the camera follows at shoulder height.
 
             As the crowd gradually opens up, the agonizing
             female moans grow louder and higher.
 
             Mbuji starts catching the glimpse of what
             appear to be steel legs of a scrappy
             old work-table. 
 
             Moving closer to the inner circles of negros,
             we see that the big blacks are completely naked.
 
             Amongst the wild cheers, we see heavy shoulders,
             bulking biceps, shiny naked thighs, fleshy round
             bottoms soaked in trickling sweat and many long,
             thick black penises dangling amongst the steam. 
 
             As Mbuji is only a few feet away from
             the centre of the room, the desperate
             female moans are imminent.
 
             We zoom in on Mbuji`s face as the ferocious
             crowd, surrounding the old table, slowly
             begins to open up.
 
             Staring ahead, we suddenly see Mbuji`s
             eyes stretch wide open.
 
             His pupils dilating, we see Mbuji`s
             breathing deepen heavily as he is
             suddenly presented with a barbaric
             scenario directly in front of him.
 
             The camera slowly zooms in.
 
             Gradually moving beyond Mbuji`s shoulder,
             we focus the lense.
 
             As we move in we have a full vision of a white 
             woman, spread-eagled across the table. Totally
             surrounded by the huge negros.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             We move closer ..  It is Sheila. 
 
             Mbuji stares ahead in shock.
 
             As we zoom down over her, we see that Sheila`s
             body has been stripped completely naked. 
 
             We soon see Sheila`s enormous breasts trembling
             frantically as a number of big black hands are
             ferociously cupping and massaging her fleshy mounds.
 
             We see other hands violently pulling at her wrists,
             whilst others dynamically grasp her ankles,
             stretching her legs out wide.
 
             Sheila is totally immobile, spread-eagled, degraded.
             Her delicate white flesh soaked in sweat,
             surrounded by dozens of huge negros.
 
             As we zoom down, we move between Sheila`s legs.
            
             As the camera moves closer, we see that her
             pussy is in fact very thick and hairy.
             Her bush exremely damp and sticky.  
            
             Moving towards her stomach, we see sweat
             trickling down into her tummy-hole.
 
             We now see two big negros at either side
             of Sheila`s naked body. Their large black
             hands violently squeezing her fleshy busoms,
             we see the big blacks taking it in turn
             to suck on Sheila`s swollen and milky
             nipples.
 
             The camera smoothly moves up.
 
             As we focus on Sheila`s neck, we see a
             sticky white fluid trickling down it,
             onto her silver necklace.
 
             As the camera moves up slowly, we see more and
             more fluid cover her neck and chin.
 
             We zoom in closer as we hear Sheila moan in
             desperation.
 
             Moving upwards, we now see Sheila`s face.
 
             Her eyes darting frantically, we see that her
             stare is fixed dramatically on an impressive
             pair of black man`s balls next to her left cheek. 
 
             The heavy black balls are swaying from left
             to right, covered in revolting black hair.
             Dangling loosely, they are also dripping with
             the sticky white fluid. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             As the camera zooms out slightly, we get to see
             Sheila`s entire face as tears roll down it.
 
             The whites of her eyes flickering in terror,
             we now see a monstruous black penis, impressively
             swollen and veiny, almost choking Sheila`s mouth.
 
             We zoom in very close.
 
             We increase the volume as the impressive black
             rod stretches Sheila`s lips wide open.
 
             We hear the degrading sounds of Sheila`s intense
             sucking as well as the heavy friction coming from
             the huge black penis ferociously invading her mouth.  
 
             Sheila`s entire body now wriggles frantically as
             the huge black rod pumps her delicate mouth. 
 
             We see the enormous penis going in and out.
             In and out. In and out.
 
             And still.. in and out. Without stopping.  
 
             Sheila`s lips are wrapped tightly around the
             black schlong as it stretches her jaws wide.
             Her nostrils flaring, we see her struggling for
             air as she almost chokes on the huge penis.
 
             As a large black hand now clasps her throat, we
             see the terrifying black rod being forced
             deeper and deeper down Sheila`s throat. 
 
             Begging for air, we see Sheila`s tongue
             as it barely manages to leave her mouth
             in an attempt to breathe in.
 
             The thick rod still deep down her throat,
             we immediately see Sheila`s tongue forced
             to lick the underpart of the black rod in
             order to accomodate it. 
 
             Sheila`s eyes squeem as she appears disgusted.
 
             Mbuji stares ahead at the daunting blowjob.
 
             Sheila is stretched further wide.
             Her body completely naked, she
             appears humiliated, totally degraded.  
 
             The swollen rod invading her mouth as more
             and more black hands violently massage her
             wet body. 
 
             Mbuji stares ahead in awe.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
             He immediately sees Sheila`s swollen nipples getting
             harder and harder at each thrust of the large black
             penis invading her mouth.
 
             Her chest frantically heaving upwards, Sheila`s teary
             eyes are soon directed down towards her shuddering
             breasts as she realises just how stiffened her
             milky nipples have become.
 
             As the black rod continue to rape her mouth, we
             see more tears run down Sheila`s cheeks as her
             embarassment grows thrust after thrust.
 
             Looking around herself, we see Sheila`s eyes meet 
             with the eyes of the wild negros as they violently
             stare at her juicy nipples getting stiffer and
             stiffer.
 
             As more hands rub her naked body, Sheila`s
             breathing gets heavier and heavier. 
 
             We see large black hands rubbing Sheila`s thighs,
             massaging her ankles, cupping her large breasts.
 
             As Sheila`s stiff nipples protrude high above her
             shuddering breasts, we now see her legs stretched
             even further outwards. We zoom in.
 
             We see Sheila`s wet and sticky pussy gaping open.
 
             Mbuji stares ahead in a state of crazed arousal.
 
             His eyes glittering, we suddenly see him
             bring his hands to his belt. 
 
             A nasty grin covering his face, Mbuji starts
             to unfasten his pants as he stares ahead
             at the naked white woman helplessly
             stretched out in front of him.
 
             As we focus on his large black hands, we quickly
             see a huge bulge growing beneath his pants.
 
             His eyes fixed on Sheila, he starts to trudge
             ahead heavily. His large, powerful frame
             making its way amongst the wild negros.
 
 
             END_OF_ACT_1.
 
            
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