"Somewhen they won't get older".
EXT. AFRICA. DAY. RUSHES HUTS ON BANK OF RIVER with green-olive waves. River is empty and calm. We see it by the Pro-Go Camera. Thumb holds it and shots.
We hear his voice.
This is it. Our Great Congo.
Somewhere from left corner of camera little wooden stick appears. There are something black on edge of stick. We hear voice of Little.
This is it. Our Little Cowpat.
Camera moves left. We see how Little, laughing, runs away. Little is 8-old thin boy. He wears white T-shirt and red shorts. Camera follows him. Thumb chases him.
EXT. BANK OF RIVER.
Now. Again. It's Congo and we. Your Fist. We live here. Sometimes.
Camera moves back. We see several rushes huts and man dressed white robe and turban. He repairs rushes boat canoe type. We don't see his face.
Uncle Zico...And this...
Camera turns right and we see tall fat boy
Middle squats. There is copper mortar.
What are you doing, Middle?
I do what I do
I test new camera for our U-tube chanel. Tell something.
Great. It's Middle, people.
INT. INSIDE RUSHES HUT. GO-PRO CAMERA. We see wall covered leopard colored curtains. We see Index. About 14, very serious. Round glasses. Index keeps notebook on his laps. Two cameras on tripods turn on leopard wall.
Yea... Index. Always and everywhere for everybody and every soul.
Camera looks at notebook screen. We see Thumb with camera. It's online translation on U-tube.
THUMB We have more viewers than First National Chanel.
INT. INSIDE RUSHES HUT. Thumb, Little, Index sit in front of notebook. Leopard wall is curtain. They connect with fans. We see Jack. He is New York boy on screen.
JACK Guys. How it? Wall Street near to my house. Only 300 miles about but I don't have such cameras. Where it from?
Uncle sold boat.
It was very good boat. So many rushes.
Look. It's Azalia.
On screen Azalis appears. It's nice some fat girl.
Hi, Fist. Do you remember? You promised me.
I sent invitations where you said.
Little shows her invitations.
I hope Fourth will be with you.
We have hope so.
It will be the most remarkable birthday in your life. We promise you.
INT. HOTEL GREEN HUT. RESTAURANT. Ben and Sven sit at table. They are middle-aged men. They are so typical America. It is very easy to imagine them in lone gas station among Iowa desert lands or in seats during meeting in Oval cabinet. They are real embodiment both sides of America. Generous greatness and selfish pragmatism. They are ready to create great future for all humankind and line to Appstore for new iphone mutually. Ben moves ash-tray. He takes out of his pocket the bag with fried sunflower seeds. Ben peels seeds up.
Sven throws newspaper over table. Ben reads soundly headline.
God's Army attacks oiled field of Lusanda.... For CIA's sake. I had nothing to do with it.
Well. I say...We're not always prepared to our protege's tricks.
While NSA doesn't appear here we keep all under rough control.
25 coups d'etat for 40 years and jeans war against Uganda?
SVEN That is right way. For America sake. What about your firm? What you have made real beside this new Ben Jesus Laden?
BEN Zico, of course, is extravagant but we keep the lace tightly.
SVEN His gangs burnt Exxon rigs and killed two Texas engineers.
They could be killed in Texas too. Exxon is risked business.
SVEN We had deal. President Mbala has control under capital and north regions. God's Army controls South.
BEN Things will continue the way they are... If...
If Hodgy will be free.
Zico's right hand. Mbala never agree with it.
BEN You can always find new Mbala. I know you store about twelve in your pocket... Our funds for agents... It's good money up to pension... Agree, Sven. We have to work together. Strings are different but flag is the same.
Zico leaves Lusanda
What Zico without NSA.
Yea...What NSA without Zico... Seeds.... My Moscow habit. I cannot get rid of.
INT. OTIS FLAT. MORNING. Small, cozy. Designed something from 80-s. Otis about 40-s. Tall, boxer-type. He sits on bed. He looks at sleeping Dina. She's rolled up white blanket. Otis wants to touch her but stops himself.
INT. OTIS FLAT. MORNING. Otis just dressed in black suit, comes back to bedroom. Chair in his hands. He puts it on floor near to bed. He sits but gets up. He carefully takes white blancket out of bed. Otis sits. Add vase with flowers on bed.
INT. OTIS FLAT. MORNING. Otis sits on chair. Estimate what he did. Sleeping Dina slowly turns. Her hands searches for Otis. He touches wet flowers. She jumps up in fear.
Otis. You're bastard.
Dina freezes with pillow in her hand and half-naked breast.
What? What happened? Is it spider?
He fishes out smartphone and shots her quickly
Dina throws pillow to him.
Breakfast on table... And thank you, dear. Gallery of your name extends. I love you.
EXT. MORNING. OVERCROWDED STREETS OF CAPITAL. Otis is inside his old minibus. Traffic jam is horrible. Minibus just crawls along.. Cuba 14-old yeared girl. Very nice. She crosses the road filled with bulls, loaded carts and outnumbered Detroit legacy. On way Cuba paints her lips
EXT. STREET OF CAPITAL. Behind Cuba Rob paces. He is big and fat man about 50 with good-looking face.
INT.INSIDE MINIBUS. Cuba sits at front seat. Say :"Hello". Otis nods in answer
EXT. STREETS OF CAPITAL. Rob tries to curve his hippo's shaped body and to creep between cars and carts. He approaches minibus. He pulls his belly inside and screws in bus.
INT. INSIDE MINIBUS. Otis knocks out roof hatchet allowing fresh air to fight heavy breathing of Rob.
We're not late?
What's difference if our boss is here.
Shout up, Cuba. Behave yourself as yesterday from village.
Day before yesterday, uncle.
Children. I'll never understand you. As if flying sauserers got birth you not us.
EXT. CROWDED ROAD. Otis almost wheels in break of traffic jam but unexpected danger appears from right side. Fat stupid ox with sharp curling horns pulls cart with empty bird cages. Thin tall driver sits on top.
INT. INSIDE BUS.
Rob pushes ox with open palm. Ox flies away. Otis increases speed.
INT. GREEN HUT. CONGRESS HALL is designed in Wisdom Oz style. Yellow brick road leads to plywood gates of Emerald City. Behind it there is open terrace. Near to painted gates small stage. Beside it different paraphernalia is in Hall. There are paper huts with ice-cream and sweeties. Wooden statue of president Mbala. Hotel staff line along the stage. They look at Otis. Behind stage on wall:"Happy birthday,Azalia".
OTIS Come here. Put together. Closer. Cuba leaves your mob.
Cuba polishes wooden statue of Mbala.. She trows mob in basket with dirty water.
INT. GREEN HUT. CONGRESS HALL.
OTIS Work as usual. It means good work. Firstly it's just birthday.
Just daugther. Just president Mbala.
It's not just.
OTIS Every is on his place. Every is king of his place. Or Queen.
Mob Queen?...Do you mean?
Mob, no mobsters, Cuba.
INT. GREEN HUT. CONGRESS HALL. Rob runs to hall.