INTO THE JUNGLE by Douglas Bishop

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FADE IN: INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT SOUND OF CRICKETS. A large room in pitch darkness, save a single wooden table with four chairs illuminated by a flickering overhead light. Four people sit, playing cards. WESLEY is the kind of guy that you want guarding your daughter in a war zone but with whom you would not trust your car, lest he totals it. He's both Dukes of Hazzard. Wesley sits at position one, back to the door. WESLEY I've got Ace-King high. TONY is the kind of guy that would take a bullet for a stranger unless he was busy getting an attractive girl's phone number. He's Ebony meets Soldier of Fortune. Tony sits at position two. TONY Pair of sevens. ISABELLA is the kind of woman that would secretly transfer into the infantry and then slug a superior officer. She's a suicide hot wing with no dipping sauce. Isabella sits at position three. ISABELLA I've got a pair of sevens. one. TONY You give me one. WESLEY No trading cards. CLERK is the sweaty, crying guy tied to the chair at the fourth position. He has duct tape over his mouth. Clerk issues a muffled protest. Gimme

3 Wesley leans over and checks Clerk's cards. WESLEY What do you got? (celebratory) Two pair! Aces and eights makes a winner! The others slam down their cards in disgust. ISABELLA (in Spanish, to Wesley) I hate this guy. WESLEY (to Clerk) Hey! That's the dead man's hand. That's kind of ironic if you think about it. Clerk whimpers and cries. WESLEY I'm bored with cards. Let's go around the table and decide. Izzy, what do you say? Isabella pounds her fist on the middle of the table. ISABELLA Kill them! I've been saying that for an hour now. Kill the goons, kill the miners, kill them all! She puts one hand next to her mouth and points at Clerk with the other. ISABELLA (whispering) Kill this guy. Clerk moans in protest. Quick. WESLEY Simple. I like it. Tony?

TONY Screw this. I vote we go back to Barbados.

4 WESLEY Bikinis.

Beaches.

I like that, too.

Wesley points at the Clerk. WESLEY What about the clerk? Tony points at Isabella. TONY Oh, I like the death thing. ISABELLA (relieved) Thank you! Clerk confesses something to Wesley. WESLEY What's that? More pleading. WESLEY Mining equipment? Explaining. WESLEY Next week, you say? Wesley sits back, pondering. A door opens, casting light. Someone with an M-16 enters. Interesting.

WILLIAM is the kind of guy whose favorite word is the same one others use to express displeasure at being cut off in traffic. He's a mute with really bad luck. William taps Wesley on the shoulder with a folded paper. WESLEY Thank you, sir. He reads it.

5 WESLEY What another one? What lousy timing. The U.N. is such a pain in the ass. Wesley stands proudly. WESLEY I have a plan! TONY It's about time. WESLEY Let's roll. Wesley turns to leave. Tony points a thumb at Clerk.

TONY What about him? Clerk drips sweat, waiting eagerly for the answer. Izzy. WESLEY Give him a knife.

Clerk screams and bounces in his chair. ISABELLA I didn't bring one. Clerk stops, eyebrows raised, hopeful. Really? WESLEY Odd. What do you have?

ISABELLA Eh... an emery board. She pulls out a nail file. Clerk looks confused.

WESLEY Give him that then. ISABELLA It's my only one! Wesley leaves.

6 TONY Mommy, I like you better with claws anyway. ISABELLA (in Spanish) Keep dreaming, Romeo. She puts the nail file in Clerk's tied hands. Clerk moans in protest as everyone leaves. DOOR CLOSES. Clerk looks around the room, then SOUND OF SANDING. Clerk wiggles, sawing through his ropes with an emery board. The bulb above his head flickers then burns out. BLACKNESS and CRICKETS. SUPER: "FOUR DAYS LATER" The clerk MOANS.

INT. ANGELA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY ANGELA'S APARTMENT is tiny but has plenty of sunlight. TITLES OVER. A chair near a bed. A shoe bounces off it. Then a blouse lands on it. A skirt. Panties. An umbrella. A brush. ANGELA is the kind of girl who rocks a first date until an ex-boyfriend walks in and she hurls a platter at his head. She is incapable of pleading the fifth. Angela, wrapped in a towel, kneels in a tiny, dank Manhattan apartment over several half-packed boxes. She pulls out clothes, collecting some tossing others. INT. ANGELA'S APARTMENT, BATHROOM - DAY RUNNING WATER. A tiny potted sprout sits on a soap dish. Girly, polished-nail fingers flick water on it.

7 SERIES OF SHOTS - LOOKING AT HERSELF IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR, ANGELA GETS DRESSED --------Wearing towel, choosing between two bras Wearing bra, brushing teeth Outfit #1, practicing Queen Elizabeth wave Putting on pants, hoping on one foot Outfit #2, hands on hips Checking the pants, wiggle butt Outfit #3, practicing extending handshake Practicing greeting... ANGELA Hello, I'm Dr. Angela Cutler. Hi, I'm Dr. Cutler. Hey, I'm Angela. KITCHEN Angela, in professional attire, carefully drinks a lumpy green vegetarian smoothie straight from a blender pitcher. LIVING ROOM Angela stands in front of three houseplants on a shelf. ANGELA (to plants) Alright, boys. Today's the big day. Wish me luck! ENTRYWAY On a table beside the door sits keys, a briefcase, and FRED THE PLANT -- a orange chrysanthemum in a clay pot. Angela picks up Fred. ANGELA (to plants) Say goodbye to Fred, everyone! Angela waves one of Fred's stems. TITLES FINISH. Angela grabs her briefcase and keys.

8 INT. APARTMENT STAIRWELL - DAY Two COUCH MEN are standing on either side of a couch wedged in a corner of the narrow stairwell outside Angela's door. COUCH MAN 1 You wedged it. COUCH MAN 2 No, I told you to pivot toward me. You did not pivot toward me. Angela closes her door and walks downstairs to the couch. ANGELA Oh, are you guys my new neighbors? COUCH MAN 1 No, we're you're old neighbors. COUCH MAN 2 This building is a filthy cesspool. We're moving up to A Hundred and Tenth Street. Angela looks at the couch. She smiles, hands Couch Man 1 her briefcase and Fred the Plant. Angela steps over the couch backward, which takes effort in heels. Couch Man 2 admires her from behind. Angela retrieves her things and repeats with Couch Man 2 and the other wedged corner. Much easier. Couch Man 2 returns her things. ANGELA Thanks, guys. Good luck! EXT. ANGELA'S STREET - DAY The streets are wet and full of puddles. Angela hails a taxi. As it pulls up, she scoots backward several feet to avoid being splashed. She gets in. EXT. 42ND STREET, OUTSIDE UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - DAY Taxi pulls up. Angela hurriedly gets out, sans Fred.

9 The cab pulls away. Angela chases after it.

ANGELA Wait, wait! The cab stops. Angela retrieves Fred the Plant.

She shuffles toward the entrance. INT. UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - LOBBY - DAY Angela walks through the lobby to a security station. Silent conversation with ROTUND GUARD. She hands him Fred the Plant and steps to the metal detector. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Another guard wands Angela. She has a great big smile, arms extended. She waves at Rotund Guard. Rotund Guard, unamused, stands holding Fred. SECURITY OFFICE Rotund Guard sits Angela in a chair in front of a backdrop. MONTAGE - CAMERA POV: ANGELA GETS HER SECURITY PASS -- Hollywood kiss-blowing expression. CLICK. FLASH. -- Laughing. CLICK. FLASH. -- Hands-on-hips, chest out, here I am expression. CLICK. FLASH. Rotund Guard rubs his forehead in anguish. HALLWAY OUTSIDE SECURITY OFFICE Rotund Guard holds the door. Angela walks through, achingly slow, attempting to walk and hang her pass on her clothes at the same time. Rotund Guard inches along behind her. She takes out her keys. She takes off her watch.

10 INT. OFE HEADQUARTERS - RECEPTION - DAY Elevator doors open. Angela walks past a sign that reads: "FLOOR 37, OFFICE OF FINANCIAL EVALUATION". She crosses to a reception desk where SAUNDRA and two SECRETARIES handle paperwork. SAUNDRA is the kind of proud black woman that just ain't having it -- ever. She'd gladly sell you a can of whoop ass. ANGELA Hi. Im Angela. Cutler. Doctor. Dr. Angela Cutler. I'm supposed to meet with a Mr. Stemple. SAUNDRA Mmmmhmmm. ANGELA I'm starting work here today. SAUNDRA Well... I'm Saundra -- executive receptionist for this group. Saundra points at Fred. SAUNDRA And what is that? ANGELA Oh, that's Fred. He's with me. Plants promote a happy workplace. SAUNDRA Mmmmhmmm. Saundra punches 3-7-5-0 into her phone. SAUNDRA Mr. Stemple... STEMPLE (O.S.) (agitated) Yes!?!

11 SAUNDRA There's a Dr. Cutter here to see you. ANGELA It's, Cutler, actually. STEMPLE (O.S.) Yes, yes, send her in! SAUNDRA Down the hallway. Stay to the right. That's where you'll be and that's where you'll find Stemple. ANGELA Oh, Okay. Thank you. It's been really nice to meet you, Saundra. I appreciate all your help. SAUNDRA Mmmmhmmm. MAIN OFFICE OFFICE NOISE. Angela enters a large, busy room of cubicles ringed by offices, boxes, and filing cabinets. STEMPLE is the kind of guy that would never tell his son he was proud of him even if his son had just performed emergency surgery to save his life. He resents the job that stole his hair. From the far side of the room, Stemple waves her over. rushes to join him. STEMPLE Dr. Cutler? ANGELA Yes. Angela extends a handshake, but he turns away. retracts and follows. STEMPLE I'm John Stemple. Come in. She She

12 STEMPLE'S OFFICE STEMPLE'S OFFICE has windows looking out at Manhattan and at the cubicles within, is lined with filing cabinets. The walls showcase framed news articles and photographs of Stemple shaking hands with prominent people. Angela enters. Stemple closes the door and walks behind his immaculate desk. STEMPLE Sit. ANGELA Yes, sir. Angela sits, briefcase across lap, Fred the Plant on top. Stemple retrieves a folder from his inbox and opens it. STEMPLE We meet at last, Dr. Cutler. As you can imagine it's quite unorthodox to hire someone sight-unseen. ANGELA I can't tell you how much I appreciate the opportunity-STEMPLE --That's fine. (reading) Dr. Angela Cutler. Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Bachelors in Business with a minor in politics, Stanford University. Masters in International Affairs, Cal State. Doctorate in Political Sciences, University of Pennsylvania. Interests in swimming, scuba diving, and... Stemple squints at Fred the Plant. STEMPLE ...horticulture. Angela pulls Fred closer.

13 STEMPLE (reading) Two years, clerk, City of Memphis. Two years, assistant to Mayor of Fort Myers. Most recently, PR rep for a non-profit in Kalamazoo. Stemple closes the folder. STEMPLE All, good qualifications... (under breath) for head soccer mom... Stemple points at Angela STEMPLE ... but here is the most interesting part. Best friends with one Dr. Benjamin Foale. ANGELA Oh, Benny and I aren't really best friends. His daughter Cheryl and I were roommates at Stanford and then sorority sisters and I was her maid of honor -STEMPLE --Ah, yes... how lovely for Cheryl. Dr. Foale speaks quite highly of you. In fact, he had little to no interest in hearing about any of the other twenty candidates I had lined up for this position... (resentful) ...no matter how much more eminently qualified they were. ANGELA Well, you see, when Cheryl heard that you needed someone-STEMPLE --I... would like to speak now. ANGELA Sorry.

14 Stemple stands, takes out a handkerchief, and dusts the photographs while he pontificates. STEMPLE I am the Assistant Director to your good friend Dr. Foale. Angela notices a phrenology head on his desk. STEMPLE I fully plan on becoming Director myself someday and have worked hard to be the best of his... five... assistant directors. Angela tips the head to get a better look. TAP. The back of the head falls onto the desk. She snatches up the piece and hides it in her lap. Stemple looks back at Angela. All is well. He continues.

Angela searches for the lost piece between her legs and then struggles to fix the model. STEMPLE I represent him when necessary in foreign matters. I speak with ambassadors and dignitaries, royalty, and, on one occasion, a sitting President. When I am unavailable, it falls to one of my subordinates to go in my stead -a job that requires a myriad of skills. This is the position for which you have been hired. Your job is to go and be me when I cannot. Do you understand? Angela fixes the model just in time. Stemple turns. ANGELA Absolutely. Stemple returns to his desk and retrieves a manila envelope from his inbox.

15 STEMPLE Good. Assignments are based on seniority. As it happens, I was reminded this very morning of an overdue project I have been meaning to address. He sits. STEMPLE This project requires good attention to detail and as good attention to detail is literally written on your resume, I'm depending on you to follow my instructions to the letter. Your translator arrives within the hour. I expect you on a plane by tonight. Plane? ANGELA Am I leaving?

STEMPLE As fast as possible. ANGELA Actually, I speak three languages, so I may not need-STEMPLE --Really? Three whole languages? Well, that's quite a boon for our little group. Tell me, is Bantu one of them? Bantu? ANGELA Like, African Bantu? No.

STEMPLE Well, may I suggest taking along a translator... you know... just in case. You'll be gone for a week, but you should pack light. It's mostly hiking through the jungle. Jungle? ANGELA Where am I going?

16 STEMPLE Cameroon. Stemple gives Angela the manila envelope. it, he stands and walks around his desk. ANGELA Cameroon... in Africa? STEMPLE That's the one. You've had all of your shots, right? ANGELA Sir, I just... not that I'm... Cameroon? Stemple guides Angela to her feet. STEMPLE Relax, Angela. I'm sure you'll do just fine. The details are in this packet and our people on the ground will be there to help. MAIN OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Stemple's door opens. Angela walks out zombie-like followed by Stemple, hand on her shoulder. ANGELA But, sir, I-STEMPLE (to nearby cubicle) --Bethany! BETHANY -- a bubbly young woman -- pops from her cubical. STEMPLE Please show Dr. Cutler and her plant to their new office. Stemple retreats into his office. Angela wheels round. After she takes

ANGELA Is there any way I can get you to take back this envelope?

17 STEMPLE Not a chance in hell. the team, kid. Stemple slams his door.

Welcome to

Bethany taps Angela's shoulder.

BETHANY Right this way Dr. Carter. STEMPLE'S OFFICE Stemple sits at his desk. reading some papers. TAP. He immediately goes to work

The back of the phrenology head falls out.

Stemple looks at the puzzle in disbelief, then at the door. INT. OFE HEADQUARTERS - ANGELA'S OFFICE - LATER ANGELA'S OFFICE is devoid of all furnishings, save a stack of chairs. On the floor sits the manila envelope and a phone. Fred the Plant sits on the windowsill. Angela sits on a chair, frazzled. ANGELA Fred, he hates me. I've been here less than an hour and he hates me. And now I have to go to... (cringing) ...Cameroon. Angela strokes Fred's petals comfortingly. ANGELA Don't worry, Fred. some friends. LOUD BEEP, INTERCOM. We'll find

Angela looks at the phone.

MAIN OFFICE - CONTINUOUS PAPER PUSHER -- a man in a suit -- walks past the door. steps back and looks in. He

18 ANGELA'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Angela, turtled on her elbows and knees, tries to work her phone. She presses many buttons. None work. Yes? ANGELA Hello? Yes? Damn it.

MAIN OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Paper Pusher admires her, smiles, and walks on. ANGELA'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS She finally finds the correct button. ANGELA Yes? SAUNDRA (O.S.) Dr. Colter, you have a visitor. Oh, God. ANGELA Who is it?

SAUNDRA (O.S.) Your translator is here. RECEPTION Angela leans on reception desk. ANGELA Translator. Saundra points behind Angela. NODOR (O.S) Humlo, dock-tour. Angela turns, thumps into the man's chest, and ricochets backward. She regains her composure. NODOR is the kind of guy that would pull in an NBA tripledouble and then give the world's worst press conference. He's a stoic African string bean. Nodor holds out his hand. They shake.

19 ANGELA Hello. NODOR Mister John... him gall for me. ANGELA My translator? NODOR This is true. ANGELA Uh huh. Well. Come on back to my office and we'll have a chat. Nodor walks off. Angela follows, then sneaks back to Saundra and the secretaries, who stand gawking. ANGELA Did you see how tall he is? SECRETARY 1 Did you see how skinny he is? SECRETARY 2 Did you see how big his feet are? They all turn or lean to stare at Nodor's feet. SAUNDRA (approvingly) Mmmmhmmm. ANGELA'S OFFICE Angela and Nodor sit facing each other in the middle of the room. His long legs are splayed awkwardly. ANGELA So, Namiba Nodor. Translator. This is my first assignment. I'm very excited. I think we are going to do great, you and I. Nodor sits stoic.

20 ANGELA Are you comfortable? I'm sorry I couldn't find a better chair. NODOR I am well. ANGELA Good. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself. NODOR I come from Africa. Nodor sits stoic. Angela gestures, encouraging him to continue, but Nodor does not take the hint. ANGELA You know what? It's a long flight. I'm sure we'll have plenty to talk about on the way. Let's go. NODOR Yes. RECEPTION F.G., Angela accepts an envelope from Saundra. B.G., Nodor waits for the elevator. SAUNDRA Alright. This has your plane tickets, your hotel information, and phone numbers for your contacts. ANGELA Thank you. Well, I'm off... to Africa. Cameroon. The most corrupt nation on the earth. Just me and Nodor... total stranger. SAUNDRA Mmmmhmmm. ANGELA Any advice?

21 SECRETARY 1 Don't wander away from your hotel. SECRETARY 2 Don't get arrested. You'll never be seen again. SAUNDRA Don't get bit. ANGELA Bit? SAUNDRA By a snake. ANGELA That's a good one. Okay. Well, Saundra... (grasping) ... ladies whose names I don't know, thank you all. I'm off. DING. The elevator opens. but remembers something. Angela walks toward elevator,

ANGELA Oh, can someone take care of Fred while I'm gone? SAUNDRA Absolutely. ANGELA Thanks. Nodor, hunched in the elevator, holds the door. Two passengers stare at him, open-mouthed. Angela rushes in. As the elevator closes, Angela waves goodbye sheepishly. The three women reciprocate. Saundra reaches under the reception desk and pulls out her purse. The secretaries follow suit. SECRETARY 2 Who's Fred?

22 SAUNDRA Damned if I know. Saundra opens her purse and pulls out a wallet. secretaries do the same. SAUNDRA I like her. In ten years, she's the first person to remember my name. Saundra pulls out a ten-dollar bill. SAUNDRA Ten bucks says she lasts a week. SECRETARY 1 Three weeks. SECRETARY 2 Four, with a leave of absence. SAUNDRA AND SECRETARY 1 Oooo, that's a good one. INT. ANGELA'S BEDROOM - DAY Angela writes her name on a luggage tag. It's pretty. The

Angela, next to bed, looks questioningly at a full, brightyellow hiking pack. She attempts to lift it with her arms. ANGELA Alright. Angela slips the straps onto her shoulders and rolls over so she's sandwiched between bed and pack. She pushes off with a grunt, stands, squeals, and falls backward onto the floor. INT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - CHECK-IN COUNTER - NIGHT Nodor stands at the check-in counter. The CHECK-IN GIRL - a sweet young woman -- processes his paperwork, periodically looking up amazedly. No dice.

23 Angela stands in the check-in line behind him. Her hiking pack is thinner and she has two black, wheeled travel bags and a small carry-on bag. The Check-in Girl returns Nodor's paperwork. CHECK-IN GIRL There you are. Enjoy your flight. NODOR Yes. The people in line stare after Nodor as he walks off. CHECK-IN GIRL (silently, to self) Wow! (to Angela) Next please. Angela steps to the counter. CHECK-IN GIRL Can I help you? ANGELA Yes, checking in for flight twelve eighty-seven to Douala. Angela hands over her passport, license, and paperwork. The girl types away. CHECK-IN GIRL I like your bag. ANGELA Oh, thank you. I just bought it. We're going hiking. The Check-in Girl's head shoots up. CHECK-IN GIRL (alarmed) In Cameroon?! The Check-in Girl covers her mouth. Angela loses color.

24 CHECK-IN GIRL I'm so sorry. Um... here's your paperwork. Enjoy your flight. She returns Angela's paperwork. Angela squints at her.

INT. LUFTHANSA AIR FLIGHT 1287 - JFK TO DLA - NIGHT A plane flies east. Angela and Nodor sit in economy. twisted oddly to fit. Nodor's legs are

A plastic cup containing an ice-filled clear drink with lime wedge and straw sits on Angela's tray table next to the manila envelope and a pile of MISSION PAPERS. Angela stops reading. ANGELA Are you sure you're comfortable. I can ask them for another seat. NODOR It is fine. ANGELA Okay. So, how long did you live in Africa? NODOR Terty year. Wow. ANGELA Why did you leave?

NODOR I find for myself trouble. Oh? ANGELA What kind of trouble?

NODOR I have good time wit de chief... him daughter. After... day ask me not live in Africa. Oh, no. ANGELA Did you love her?

25 NODOR She was... (formulating a word) ...de slut. No. ANGELA Ah, yes, well, that happens sometimes I guess. NODOR This is true. Nodor stares straight ahead. ANGELA (silently, to self) Oh my God! Angela returns to her paperwork. INSERT - MISSION PAPERS, ----BIO SHEET #1 for Wesley Snow/big goofy grin photo. MAP of the Far North Province in Cameroon. Official QUESTIONNAIRE with 138 questions. BIO SHEET #2 for Alister Dubois.

26 STEMPLE (V.O.) Cutler, you'll be meeting with Dr. Wesley Snow, a missionary doctor to whom the FAO has given $450,000 U.S. to purchase farmland and supplies for the people of central Africa. He and his group have integrated themselves into the local culture and, they claim, averted potential famine. We have sent several inspectors to check up on this project in the past, however each has somehow managed to become... distracted. Your job is simple. Meet with Snow and the locals to verify all of the group's claims. Confirm that the money we have allocated to them is being spent properly. Entertain no requests for additional money. Above all else, conduct yourself as if you were me at all times. Get this one right, Cutler. BACK TO SCENE Angela rests her head on the back of the seat. She sighs.

A female FLIGHT ATTENDANT taps her on the shoulder. FLIGHT ATTENDANT Excuse me miss. Can I get you another cocktail? ANGELA God yes. INT. LUFTHANSA AIR FLIGHT 1287 - JFK TO DLA - LATER Nodor sits in the exact same position, awake. Angela slumps in her chair, sleeping, haggard and disheveled. Tray table littered with limes and cups. The flight attendant stands, microphone in hand. Angela wakes as the attendant speaks.

27 FLIGHT ATTENDANT Attention all passengers. We are beginning our descent to Douala International Airport in Cameroon. We will be arriving in thirty minutes. Please turn off all electronic equipment, lock your tray tables in the upright position, and securely fasten your safety belts. Flight Attendant peers over her shoulder. Two other ATTENDANTS stand near the crew cabin making urgent "shooing" motions. Flight Attendant looks nervous. FLIGHT ATTENDANT Um, if you checked a live chicken in with you when you boarded the flight in New York, please raise your hand and an attendant will be over shortly. Thank you. Angela looks back. A dozen hands are raised.

As Flight Attendant walks by, Angela catches her arm. ANGELA Is it too late for another drink? EXT. DOUALA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT (DLA) - RUNWAY, BESIDE LUFTHANSA AIRPLANE - DAY Dawn. A mountain of dumped luggage sits on the tarmac, encircled by passengers. Several travel cases filled with animals and cages of live chickens are nearby. Angela stands in awe; Nodor unfazed. other, then back. They look at each

DUBOIS is the kind of guy that women stay to chat with over breakfast after participating in a threesome. He's a tribute to all Frenchmen. DUBOIS (O.S.) Doctor Cutler?

28 Dubois walks up from behind. Dubois shakes Nodor's hand. Angela and Nodor turn.

DUBOIS Bon joir, Doctor Cutler, I am Alister Dubois, the Cameroon field administrator. NODOR (to Angela) He tink I am you. ANGELA (to Nodor, sarcastic) Thank you, Nodor. Good translation. (to Dubois) I... am Dr. Angela Cutler, Monsieur Dubois. It's nice to meet you. Dubois, realizing his mistake, shakes Angela's hand. DUBOIS Oh, please, forgive me Doctor Cutler. Your office has called ahead and made all of the arrangements. I have decided to meet you here to make sure you make it off without incident. ANGELA Off? DUBOIS Oui. The Snow Project, it is near Waza Park in the Far North province. ANGELA So, we're not in the Far North province? DUBOIS No, no, no, no, no. You are here in Douala. You must go now to Maroua to meet up with Doctor Snow, the project leader.

29 ANGELA Why didn't we fly straight to Maroua? DUBOIS Ah, you see sometimes in Cameroon there is corruption. NODOR This is true. DUBOIS The airlines, they will not fly to locations they do not deem safe. But do not worry. We have gone to every precaution to make sure you arrive safely in Maroua. ANGELA That's not very reassuring. Will Dr. Snow be meeting us in Maroua? DUBOIS Ah, yes, well, I am afraid we have sent word ahead to your Doctor Snow. However, we have not heard back yet from him. Nor from the man we sent. Nor from anyone in his camp. But I assure you, this sort of thing is to be expected. Maroua is a lovely city, but once you leave it, things are different. ANGELA Different? DUBOIS (to Angela) It is a lovely, place. And very safe. You see, the savages are not well educated-(to Nodor) --no offense... NODOR (O.S.) This is fine.

30 DUBOIS ...and they have no roads or mail or phones. They are simple people. Huts made from dirt. Some do not wear clothing. Do not worry for our missing courier or for your Doctor Snow... they will turn up. ANGELA Monsieur Dubois, you're not really filling me with confidence here. DUBOIS It is very safe. Very safe and lovely. It's a very safe and a very lovely place. Let me show you to your plane. PILOT is the kind of guy that you would hire to fly you around telling you the story of how he successfully survived seven crashes. He's a freelancer for life. Fine. ANGELA Let me get my bags.

Angela and Nodor turn. The pile of luggage has evaporated and now only Nodor's bag -- a cloth, rainbow-colored sling-sack -- remains. NODOR Dis is mine. Nodor retrieves his bag. Oh, no! ANGELA Nooooooo!

Dubois flamboyantly signs the papers on the clipboard and returns it to the pilot. DUBOIS Shall we, then? RUNWAY, BESIDE PROP PLANE ENGINE NOISE. Nodor sits behind the pilot.

31 Angela and Dubois walk up to the door of the plane. plane rocks and belches smoke. ANGELA They're going to find my luggage, right? I had some very important personal items in there like clothes and water and stuff. Plus the camera equipment. DUBOIS Do not worry. We will send clothes to your hotel and you can ask them if the water is drinkable when you arrive. We will not leave you naked and thirsty. As Angela climbs in, Dubois catapults her into the plane with a hand to the butt. INSIDE PROP PLANE TO MAROUA Angela falls onto Nodor, who is unaffected, and then into her seat. ANGELA We? We? You mean you're not coming with us? Dubois leans into the plane. DUBOIS (laughs) Oh good God no! ANGELA (shouting) What does that mean? RUNWAY, BESIDE PROP PLANE Dubois slams the door and BANGS on the side. thumbs up. The plane taxis away. ANGELA (screaming, muffled) What does that mean? Pilot gives The

32 DUBOIS Do not worry. It is a very lovely place. A safe and lovely and very safe place. Angela shouts and gesticulates wildly. Dubois stands on the tarmac waving as the plane flies off of an adjacent runway. INT. PROP PLANE TO MAROUA - LATER Nodor looks straight ahead, awkwardly crammed. Angela fidgets in her seat, heels tapping the floor wildly. The pilot removes one headphone cup and tips down his sunglasses. He speaks in a French accent. PILOT Welcome aboard, madam. I am your pilot. Next stop... Maroua. ANGELA Listen, Dubois was telling me there may be some trouble at the airport. Are you going to be able to handle that? PILOT Well, they are paying me a lot of money to try. So that is what we will do. ANGELA Yes, but realistically, what are our chances? PILOT Very good. The people who take the airports only shoot at large planes to be in the newspapers. ANGELA And they wouldn't be in the newspaper if they shot us down?

33 PILOT No. Small planes in Africa... they go down all of the time. Angela clutches the headrest in front of her, nauseated. ANGELA Have you ever crashed? PILOT Seven times. The pilot releases the controls to indicate "seven" with his fingers. The plane dips. Angela rocks back, ill. ANGELA Oh, okay. NODOR He is good pilot. ANGELA I think I'm going to be sick. Yes. NODOR Dis is possible. Angela groans, head against window.

Nodor remains stoic.

EXT. MAROUA AIRPORT - RUNWAY, BESIDE PROP PLANE - DAY The plane sits on the tarmac. Pilot walks around to the passenger door. Angela fights ferociously with the door, ramming her body against it. PILOT We are here, as I have promised. Pilot opens the door. Angela falls out in a whirl.

Angela lies prone on the tarmac. ANGELA I did it! I'm here! Nodor leans out, peers down at Angela, then shakes the pilot's hand.

34 NODOR Tank you. PILOT (to Nodor, in French) My pleasure, Doctor Cutler. EXT. HOTEL DE CHARME - DAY The three-story hotel has fallen into disrepair. several cafe-style tables in front. INT. HOTEL DE CHARME - LOBBY - DAY The dusty lobby contains a front desk, a stairwell to the second floor hallway that runs adjacent to an archway to the first floor hallway, and a lounge with dingy couches and chairs. Some room doors are visible. Angela and Nodor stand by the front door. Angela takes Nodor's bag and hands him a piece of paper. ANGELA Alright, Nodor, you're on. I need a hot shower, some food, and a place to cry. Take this... and go do your African translator thing. Yes. NODOR I will do. There are

Angela sees a mirror on the wall of the lounge. Looking into it depresses her. She pours herself into a chair. LEAD HOTEL CLERK is a stumpy man who is clearly bored by his job. He is a mentor to ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK -- a gangly, brown-nosing sidekick. Lead Hotel Clerk reads a newspaper. plays with a paddleball. Assistant Hotel Clerk

Nodor hands the paper to Lead Hotel Clerk. NODOR We are here. Lead Hotel Clerk looks at the paper, then Nodor, then leans to see Angela. He shows it to Assistant Hotel Clerk.

35 Assistant Hotel Clerk picks two keys from opposite ends of a pigeon-hole type key rack and gives them to Lead Hotel Clerk. He, in turn, gives them to Nodor. NODOR Thank you. Nodor returns to Angela, who rubs her temples, eyes closed. He taps her shoulder. She jumps. That's it? ANGELA You're done?

NODOR This is true. Angela stands. She squints at him.

SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Angela and Nodor examine their room keys at the top of the stairwell. ANGELA What number are you? NODOR Two zero four. What number you? ANGELA Two three seven. NODOR Okay. Nodor walks off toward his room. walks in the opposite direction. Angela finds her door. and opens the door. ANGELA'S ROOM ANGELA'S ROOM is surprisingly well maintained, albeit plain. It contains a bed and some other furnishings. inside the door is a closet. On the near wall is a bathroom door. Just Angela watches him, then

She unlocks it, mouths a prayer,

36 Angela enters, exhaling a sigh of relief. closet suspiciously. Angela tears open the door, jumping aside. Angela closes both doors. ANGELA'S HOTEL BATHROOM The bathroom is a cramped room with a shower/tub, a vanity, toilet, and a closet. An actual flag of Cameroon hangs as a shower curtain. Angela enters the bathroom slowly, looking all around. She opens the closet. It's filled with towels, shampoo, and soap. She takes one of each to the sink, smells the water, then washes her face. She spots the shower. Angela's shirt lands on the bathroom sink, followed by socks, pants, bra, and finally panties. The flag of Cameroon hangs a foot short from the top of the tub. Angela stands in the shower humming. Angela shampoos her hair. It gets in her eyes. and stammers, rinsing it out. She gasps She eyes the Empty.

She throws her bag on the bed.

A giant African longhorn beetle -- seven inches of swinging antennae and hideous ugliness -- lands on her hair. NODOR'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS ANGELA'S SCREAM, CLEAR. Nodor naps atop his bed above the sheets perfectly straight, hands folded on stomach, dressed in the same clothes. His bag sits beside him. His eyes open but he doesn't move. LOBBY - CONTINUOUS ANGELA'S SCREAM, CLEAR. Lead Hotel Clerk sits obstructed behind his newspaper. He reads undisturbed. Assistant Hotel Clerk, sweeping the center of the lobby, stops. He looks up the stairs, then over at his co-worker, and then resumes sweeping.

37 PREVIOUS EXTERIOR SHOT, SIDEWALK - CONTINUOUS ANGELA'S SCREAM, MUFFLED. OLD FRENCH GUY 1 and OLD FRENCH GUY 2 are playing dominos on one of the outdoor tables. The men listen. The scream stops. OLD FRENCH GUY 1 American. They burst into laughter. last bone. Victoire! OLD FRENCH GUY 2 Qu'est-ce... pas encore! Old French Guy 2 furiously pounds the table. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Angela's door slams open. LOBBY SOUND OF RUNNING FEET. Assistant Hotel Clerk sweeps the lobby. He stops and looks up. Angela sprints across the second floor balcony draped only in the flag of Cameroon, which covers her midsection yet flows behind her gracefully like a patriotic commercial. Assistant Hotel Clerk's eyes go wide. Bursting with pride, he DROPS the broom, CLICKS his heels, and salutes the flag by crossing his fisted right arm across his chest. Lead Hotel Clerk peeks around his newspaper -- first at Assistant Hotel Clerk, then to the empty balcony, then back. He shakes his head and returns to his paper. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Angela fights with the flag to keep covered. She waddles to Nodor's door and knocks incessantly until it opens. Her naked legs run out. Old French Guy 1 puts down his

OLD FRENCH GUY 1

38 NODOR (emotionless) Yes? ANGELA There is a cockroach the size of a fucking hairbrush in my room. You go downstairs and tell those Bantu bastards to kill it! NODOR Yes. LOBBY Assistant Hotel Clerk attempts to replicate the scene with pantomime behind the desk. ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK (in French) It was beautiful. Art. Passion itself. A fiery display that touched my very soul. Lead Hotel Clerk continues reading his paper, looking up only when Nodor arrives. NODOR There is a bug. The Lead Hotel Clerk looks at the Assistant Hotel Clerk. LEAD HOTEL CLERK (to Assistant Hotel Clerk, in English) Go and get the bug. ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK I will. Assistant Hotel Clerk bounds up the stairs. NODOR (to Lead Hotel Clerk) Thank you. Lead Hotel Clerk picks up his paper and resumes reading.

39 SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Angela's door sits open. Angela leans against the hallway wall, clutching the shower curtain to her body. Assistant Hotel Clerk walks up and salutes as before. ANGELA Go! Assistant Hotel Clerk disappears into the bathroom. Pause. He emerges with the bug between his fingers. As he passes, Angela cringes. Angela stomps into her room and slams the door shut with everything she's got. INT. HOTEL DE CHARME - LOBBY - NIGHT JACOB is the kind of guy that rolls out of bed every morning at five sharp. He could kill you with a sniper rifle from the next town over. SOUND OF THUNDER, RAIN. JACOB steps through the front door, masked in a dark hooded cloak. Assistant Hotel Clerk sleeps in his chair behind the desk. Jacob lightly taps the bell at the desk. FAINT RING. Assistant Hotel Clerk springs to life. ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK Eh, um, yes, right. He sees Jacob, mysterious and silent. ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK What? Jacob takes off the hood. JACOB Tell me about the Americans. ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK Who do you think you are? Asking me about customers. We don't give out that kind of information to anyone, much less in the middle of... Jacob puts five 10,000 Franc notes ($100 USD) on the counter. Assistant Hotel Clerk takes them, no beat.

40 ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK ...She's a doctor, he's a bodyguard. They're in rooms twozero-four and two thirty seven... (pleading) ...don't kill them on a carpeted area. Jacob stares at him. ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK Why don't I just print out all their personal information? Yes, that would be best. A dot-matrix printer gets to work. gives the printout to Jacob. Assistant Hotel Clerk

ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK Can you wait until after I get off at seven, because blood makes me-The front door closes. ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK (to self) Well you're an assassin. Many people to murder. INT. HOTEL DE CHARME - ANGELA'S ROOM - DAY Angela paces, cell phone at her ear. INT. DUBOIS' OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS Dubois sits at his desk admiring his attractive assistant as she bends over an open filing cabinet. RINGTONE - LA MARSEILLAISE. cell phone. Dubois casually picks up his

INTERCUT BETWEEN DUBOIS AND ANGELA Oui. DUBOIS This is Dubois!

ANGELA Have you found my luggage yet?

41 DUBOIS Bon joir, Doctor Cutler! Sadly, no, cherie. But I am confident that I will find your wayward parcels. For now, my people here have sent you some things. ANGELA (dejected) Great. DUBOIS However, you will be pleased to learn that I have discovered the elusive Doctor Snow. He contacted me this very morning and I have instructed him to meet you for lunch at one o'clock. Ah. ANGELA Yes, that is fabulous news.

DUBOIS Follow his advice and you will be just fine. ANGELA Still not very reassuring, Dubois. DUBOIS Very well, cherie. I have a meeting and must go. I will be in touch again with you tomorrow. CLICK. ANGELA No, wait. Dubois! Doah...

CREAKING PLASTIC NOISE. Angela attempts to crush her phone. She can't. After a moment, she calms down. EXT. HOTEL DE CHARME - DAY Nodor stands near the front door wearing fresh clothes. Angela paces back and forth in front of him, wearing the same outfit.

42 ANGELA Where is he? He said he would be here at one o'clock. One o'clock! What time is it now? Angela looks at her watch, but somehow Nodor just knows. NODOR One and four minute. ANGELA One and four minute. He's late. This does not bode well for my report. And I'll tell you, Nodor, I'm not havin' it today. NODOR Tis is de undertings again? ANGELA What kind of a sick twisted freak steals underwear from someone with no luggage? Huh? Angela screams at the facade of the hotel. ANGELA You hear that, you perv! Wesley and William approach. Both are dressed in safari clothes, but Wesley also wears an ornate Australian bushman's hat and crocodile boots. WESLEY Well, hello. ANGELA Finally! Do you have any idea what time it is? Angela holds her right arm out to show her expensive watch. WESLEY I don't, actually. Wesley and William mirror her. No watch. No watches.

43 WESLEY You must be Dr. Angelo's assistant. I'm Wesley Snow. a pleasure to meet you. Angela's eyes are as wide as saucers. NODOR Humlo, Mister Weasel. WESLEY Hello, Dr. Cutler. ANGELA Nodor! (to Wesley) I... am Dr. Angel-a Cutler. WESLEY Really? Wesley retrieves a piece of paper folded into eighths from his shirt pocket. He unfolds it and reads. WESLEY It says here, eh... (reading) "please meet Dr. Angelo Cutler from the United Nations Office of Financial Evaluation for a review of your project." Wesley returns the paper to his pocket. WESLEY There's a phone number for some French guy in Douala. Is that your boss? ANGELA Look. The paper is wrong. a, not Angel-o. Angel-

It's Nodor walks up.

WESLEY Okay. Well, it's very nice to meet you. Wesley extends his hand. withdraws it in fear. Angela squints at him. He

44 ANGELA Dr. Snow, the past forty-eight hours have been my own personal biblical plague. I would prefer to get this over with so I can leave this miserable place as soon as possible. Agreed? WESLEY Sounds like a plan. Shall we go, then? I know this great little restaurant you're going to love. It's just nearby. The group walks down the street. WESLEY So what happened? ANGELA Nothing, I don't want to talk about it. NODOR She was stolen her undertings. Angela stops walking and hangs her head. WESLEY Oh, that smarts. ANGELA Nodor... (betrayed) ...nooooo. Wesley wraps his arm around Angela. She starts walking again. Angela removes his hand from her shoulder. WESLEY Oh don't worry about that. My first week here, the villagers stole my shoes. Try walking through the jungle in your bare feet for a week.

45 EXT. MAROUA MARKET, STANDS - DAY MAROUA MARKET is a maze of vendor stands, including bakers, blacksmiths, clothiers, and farmers. Angela and Wesley lead the group through the maze. ANGELA I'm here now because all prior attempts to verify the authenticity of your project have failed. Frankly, we're a little concerned. Projects don't usually go this long without a checkup. Wesley steals a single-stem flower from a florist cart and offers it to Angela. WESLEY Flower? ANGELA No. Wesley tosses the flower aside. ANGELA I need to see a breakdown of expenditures itemized by category. As they pass a clothing stand, he grabs a poncho hanging on a hook. WESLEY Poncho? ANGELA No. Wesley blindly hands the poncho to William who returns it and rejoins the group. ANGELA Then I need to see exactly what it is you have finished, including the farms and any other utilities and structures you have built. Wesley steals a small hunting knife from a blacksmith.

46 WESLEY Survival knife? ANGELA (annoyed) No. William instinctively ducks as Wesley flings the knife. THUMP! It lodges in the stand's support post. ANGELA Then I need to meet some of the locals you have helped so my translator and I can gauge the impact of your work. Wesley spots a gong-like instrument. WESLEY Tam-tam? Angela stops walking. ANGELA That's like a gong, right? WESLEY I can have them deliver it to your room for like twelve cents. ANGELA Are you attempting to bribe me? WESLEY Absolutely not. I know what a bad day you've been having and I was trying to cheer you up. Angela squints suspiciously, then resumes walking. ANGELA Well stop it. The only thing that will cheer me up is the doubleshot of vodka I'm going to drown myself with as I fly the hell back out of Douala.

47 WESLEY I have a feeling your week is going to get much better after this. Africa is really a lovely place. ANGELA Yes, yes. Lovely and safe. I've heard that before. Meanwhile, I've been robbed twice and assaulted by a ten-pound roach. EXT. MAROUA MARKET, OUTSIDE RESTAURANT - DAY The RESTAURANT includes two rows of outdoor tables, almost full to capacity with patrons. TWO ASSAILANTS are large security goons eating at the cafe. They wear different clothing than the other restaurant patrons. One has a military tattoo on his arm. As the group nears, Wesley notices the two assailants. They notice him, too. ANGELA Dr. Snow, let me tell you how I see the rest of this week going. First, I'm going to get distracted by whatever evil this hellhole has left for me. Wesley taps William's arm. William sees the assailants. He looks at Wesley. They walk in place. Angela and Nodor gain a lead. ANGELA Then I'm going to go back emptyhanded like all the other morons who were dumb enough to take this job and my boss is going to fire me for not being someone else even though I am more than qualified. It's not my fault he pitched me this curve ball. An assailant wipes his mouth, stands, draws a knife, and lunges for Wesley.

48 F.G., Angela and Nodor walk unaware they have lost Wesley and William. Nodor looks straight ahead while Angela pontificates to empty air. Between them... B.G., Wesley and William defend themselves with superior hand-to-hand combat skills, defeating the assailants. ANGELA ...See, what no one seems to understand is that this is my dream job. My best friend's father took a huge chance on me and I won't let him down. Benny believes in me. It's probably my keen-eyed powers of observation... She points back at thin air. ANGELA You should keep that in mind, Dr. Snow. I am very observant. She loses her train of thought. ANGELA Where was I? NODOR You make dream. ANGELA Right. If I can survive this subSaharan nightmare and prove to my boss that I deserve his respect, then I can fix some of these crummy third world countries. Kind of like what you're doing with your farms but bigger. You know what I mean? Angela and Nodor turn. Wesley and William stand behind them, as if always there. WESLEY I know exactly what you mean. What a refreshing opinion. Angela sees all the patrons staring.

49 ANGELA Why is everyone looking at us? Wesley turns his head sharply. The patrons look away, milling about uncomfortably. WESLEY Well... you're a white woman walking with an eight-foot African. Very unusual. You're a trendsetter. Angela smiles proudly. ANGELA Oh. Well perhaps we should eat lunch here then. WESLEY Eh, well, I... eh... wouldn't. I ate here two months ago and got food poisoning... real bad... lasted for days. ANGELA Oh, no. Exactly. WESLEY Very unpleasant.

Wesley points across the street. WESLEY There's a fruit stand over there. ANGELA Ooo, fruit! Angela and Nodor cross the street. Wesley and William slump, catching their breath. RESTAURANT TABLE The two assailants sit propped up at their table with sunglasses on. One holds a spoon as if eating his soup.

50 EXT. MAROUA MARKET - SIDE STREET - DAY Wesley and William lean against a wall, regaining breath, while Angela negotiates for bags of fruit. ANGELA No, no. Grapes. (to Nodor) Tell him. NODOR Grapes. William peers back around the corner. RESTAURANT Police officers arrive at the cafe. SIDE STREET Angela offers the others grapes as they walk. WESLEY Yum. ANGELA Well, this isn't really much of a lunch, per se. WESLEY I've been thinking about that. You know, I want to help you get back to reality as fast as possible. Let's forgo lunch today and we'll pick it up again tomorrow when you come out to our base camp. ANGELA Eh... okay, yeah, that sounds good. How should we coordinate that? William whistles for a taxi. as a taxi driver. TONY screeches up, disguised The grapes.

51 WESLEY Tomorrow morning, I'll give you a call with directions. We'll get you everything you need. F.G., Wesley opens the door to the cab. Angela gets in.

B.G., William hurries Nodor into the cab. ANGELA Well, okay, I guess. the fruit though. Good call on

WESLEY All right then I'll see you in the morning take care now. Wesley closes the door and pounds on the top of the cab. It peels out. William stands to the right of Wesley, waving goodbye. Wesley and William turn and bolt. chase after, blowing whistles. EXT. BASE CAMP - NIGHT BASE CAMP is a makeshift shack, lit by torches, off a path that disappears into the jungle. It's a single room with large openings in two walls made of old shipping crates. There is a desk and empty bulletin boards. JOSHUA is the kind of guy that would follow a bowl of Cocoa Puffs with a glass of soda and then cleanse his pallet with a Red Bull. JAYDEN is the kind of guy that can comfortably live in a duality where he sometimes needs to kill people but is also a Buddhist. He's an African American. Jayden wears camouflage pants and a gray shirt. Tony wears the same outfit as Jayden, save his t-shirt is blue and reads "NAVY" in white letters. HAMMERING AND SAWING. JOSHUA and JAYDEN work on the roof. Four police officers

Wesley hammers into a beam.

52 William hands him nails from an old paint bucket, staring at him angrily. WESLEY (to William) You can't blame me for this. We had to roll with the punches. Literally. William stares at him unflinchingly. WESLEY If you can think of anything else that we could have done, you feel free to lay it on me. I didn't know they were going to be there. Tony carries four two-by-fours and a bucket of nails through the hut past Wesley and William. TONY Perhaps he's just upset that he had to run for his life through the town for an hour. He's like sixty, you know. William, still staring at Wesley, gives Tony the finger. TONY And we still haven't figured out what to do about our good friend the doctor. WESLEY (to self) Yeah. We're going to need a new plan. She's obviously not as corruptible as the others. What kind of a person doesn't accept a free knife? TONY Maybe you're losing your touch. WESLEY (to Tony) Watch it.

53 (to William) You can't keep blaming me for this. I wish we could have a dialog about this. I mean, if you could speak. William jams the bucket of nails into Wesley's chest and walks off in a huff. Joshua leans over the edge. JOSHUA Maybe you're not bribing her with the right stuff. WESLEY Well, we were on the street. But she didn't seem to have any interest in anything except doing her job. Jayden leans over the edge. JAYDEN I think we need bigger, better stuff. Something sexy and witty. No woman wants a tam-tam. Wesley drives a final nail, then walks to the jeep. TONY And it can't be from us. to you now. She's on

WESLEY Agreed. But if it comes from the U-N-, she'd probably go for that. She's real big on her job. Jayden and Joshua climb down off the roof. Tony and William join Wesley on the path looking back at the base camp. TONY Sounds like plan C to me.

54 WESLEY I also want a backup plan in place, just in case she doesn't take the bait. Jayden and Joshua join the group. JOSHUA What'd you have in mind? WELSEY A Madrid. Jayden and Joshua join the group. JAYDEN You want to pull a Madrid? WESLEY Yes. TONY A Madrid in Cameroon? WESLEY Yep. Tony, Jayden, and Joshua look at each other. TONY, JAYDEN, JOSHUA (nervously) A Madrid. The group stares at the completed shack. WESLEY This thing is perfect. gonna love it. She's

JOSHUA Only if we hit her with a flash bang before she sees it. CALAMITOUS METALIC BANG. the ceiling. A piece of sheet metal falls from

WESLEY We should fix that.

55 JAYDEN Yeah. INT. HOTEL DE CHARME - ANGELA'S ROOM - DAWN From ground level, Angela's bed appears empty. Angela, asleep, lies sunken ten inches deep into her mattress. RINGTONE - YOU'RE SO VAIN. Angela wakes and claws at her phone, on a bedside table, from the void. INT. DUBOIS' OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS Dubois sits at his desk. Behind him, his attractive assistant eats strawberries from a bowl. INTERCUT BETWEEN DUBOIS AND ANGELA ANGELA Dubois, is that you? DUBOIS Bon joir, Doctor Cutler. this is Dubois! Oui,

ANGELA Where is my luggage, Dubois? DUBOIS Sadly, mademoiselle, I have yet to discover the fate of your personal things. However, I have further good news. ANGELA I can hardly wait. DUBOIS The U.N. has authorized me to send to you some morning refreshment. ANGELA Oh... Dubois, no-DUBOIS --I am afraid, cherie, the arrangement has already been made. They will arrive some time in the afternoon.

56 ANGELA (bothered) Oh, alright. DUBOIS As always, mademoiselle, I will be here if you need me. You need simply phone. ANGELA Yes, thank you -CLICK. Dubois hangs up on her again.

RETURN TO ANGELA'S ROOM. ANGELA Ghaaaa... Angela's hand, clutching her cell phone, rests on the edge of the bedside table. Her head lands on the mattress. KNOCKING. Angela's head shoots up. She looks at the door suspiciously then struggles to extricate herself. Angela, disheveled, opens the door. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY DANIEL is the kind of guy that can maximize a room's feng shui after planting an undetectable bug in any electronic device. He's a practicing Buddhist. Daniel, wearing white turtleneck and pleated black pants, pushes a breakfast cart filled with food into Angela's room. He speaks with a convincing British accent. ANGELA'S ROOM Angela walks backward mesmerized by the cart. DANIEL Good morning, madam. I am Alfred. I was sent to you from the United Nations field officer to deliver breakfast in bed. Bon appetit.

57 ANGELA (distracted) Uh, huh. Daniel parks the cart and walks out. ANGELA (O.S.) Wow, strawberries! EXT. HOTEL DE CHARME - DAY Wesley and William sit at a table. Wesley plays with a yo-yo. Daniel gives them a thumbs-up as he walks by. ANGELA'S ROOM - DAY KNOCKING. Angela eats the last strawberry. As the door closes...

The door opens. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Isabella stands with a towel over her arm, breezy dress. ISABELLA Hola, seniora. I am Juanita. man called for me to give you massage over your whole body. A

ANGELA Really? I'm not... I mean that's not really my thing. ISABELLA (sadly) Oh. Very well. I must go and find other work so I can feed my family. Oh, no! ANGELA Please. Come in.

ISABELLA Oh, muchas gracias seora. Isabella smiles, grabbing a collapsing massage table and gym bag. She enters.

58 ANGELA'S ROOM The depression in Angela's mattress remains. ANGELA I don't really have anywhere--. ISABELLA I have a table... Isabella takes a white robe out of her gym bag. ISABELLA ...and a robe! ANGELA Ooo! EXT. HOTEL DE CHARME - DAY Wesley and William, seated exactly as prior with old men, play dominos. William wins and smiles smugly. Wesley pounds on the table. WESLEY What the... not again. Isabella gives them a thumbs-up as she walks by. ANGELA'S ROOM KNOCKING. Angela answers the door in her robe. stands on the other side. ANGELA Yes! JACOB Madam, on behalf of the Hotel de Charme, we would like to formerly apologize for the large, nonlethal insect, which entered your room without our permission. ANGELA Okay. Jacob

59 JACOB To this end, we would like to offer you the use of this... SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Jacob waves his hand toward a mobile entertainment center. It includes a large flat-screen TV, a DVD player, a WII video game console, and a stack of two-dozen movies. JACOB ...large television and small white box of unknown purpose. ANGELA Wheel it in! EXT. HOTEL DE CHARME - DAY Wesley and William sit at a table eating granola bars. Jacob gives them a thumbs-up as he walks by. They stand and follow him down the street. ANGELA'S ROOM KNOCKING. Angela opens the door, still in her robe. Nodor stands on the other side. Angela points to the entertainment center, set up in the far corner of the room. ANGELA No-dore... look! NODOR Yes. INT. HOTEL DE CHARME - ANGELA'S ROOM - DAY SOUND OF TENNIS VIDEO GAME. Angela stands by the television holding a Wii remote. Nodor sits on an ottoman holding the same. Angela swings wildly; Nodor simply sways his wrist. ANGELA'S RINGTONE. Angela, still playing, grabs her phone off of the bed and answers it. She speaks between strokes. Com'on in.

60 ANGELA Dubois... is that you? INT. DUBOIS' HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS DUBOIS' HOUSE is a sleek and well-decorated bachelor villa with stylish amenities. F.G., Dubois lounges on his bed in a robe. B.G., DUBOIS GIRLFRIEND #1, in lingerie, mixes a drink at his minibar. INTERCUT BETWEEN DUBOIS AND ANGELA DUBOIS Oui, cherie. I have called with disappointing news. Our friend Doctor Snow has run into a problem, which requires his attention and sadly cannot join you today. ANGELA Oh... really? DUBOIS Oui. He assures me that he can meet tomorrow and would like to offer his apologies. ANGELA Well... you tell him... I'm very disappointed... but I'll forgive him this time... thank you, Dubois. Oui. DUBOIS Au revoir, cherie.

RETURN TO ANGELA'S ROOM. Angela tosses her phone onto the bed. ANGELA Ha. Now I'm going to kick your butt, Nodor.

61 NODOR This is true. EXT. BASE CAMP - DAY HAMMERING. Wesley listens on his phone. Working on the shack are Isabella, Jacob, Daniel, Tony, and Jayden. WESLEY (into phone) Well done, Dubois. Wesley hangs up.

Keep me posted.

Work on the base camp stops.

WESLEY We did it. She's hooked. If we play this right, we can coast through to the end of the week. INT. HOTEL DE CHARME - ANGELA'S ROOM - NIGHT Nodor and Angela watch a French romantic drama; he on the ottoman, she sunk into her mattress eating dried fruit. Angela points at the screen. ANGELA Now she's a slut. KNOCKING. Nodor opens the door. Assistant Hotel Clerk holds a brown box. He hands it to Nodor and leaves. Nodor closes the door. Angela sees the box.

ANGELA Who is it from? NODOR It say from Douala. It say to Angelo. Is dis your hus-band? Angela squints at him. Nodor puts the box on the bed, sits down, and resumes watching the movie. Angela opens the box. finally concerned. She's thrilled, then curious, and

62 Angela pulls out a men's button-down shirt. She holds it out beside her; clearly way too large. She holds it behind Nodor; perfect fit. Angela balls the shirt, holds it over her head with both hands, and slams it down on the floor. INT. MUYENG CAMP - SACRED HUT - NIGHT SACRED HUT is a grass hut that is said to contain sacred artifacts. It actually contains a sofa, plasma TV, and several pieces of entertainment-related electronics. ALEXANDER is a swarthy, Indian (from India) male. speaks with an accent. F.G., Wesley paces on his cell phone. B.G., Isabella, Joshua, Tony, Jayden, and Alexander are on the sofa watching a muted basketball game. Periodically, the group CHEERS/JEERS the action. WESLEY Dubois? Dubois, slow down, slow down. What's the problem? INT. DUBOIS' HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS F.G., UNINTELLIGABLE SCREAMING VOICE FROM DUBOIS' CELL PHONE. Dubois sits in his pajamas holding his cell phone to his chest while speaking into his house phone. B.G., DUBOIS GIRLFRIEND #1 and DUBOIS GIRLFRIEND #2 -- also dressed in lingerie -- converse. DUBOIS Wesley, something has gone wrong. It is Doctor Cutler. She is furious. She is on my other phone screaming at the top of her voice. INTERCUT BETWEEN DUBOIS AND WESLEY WESLEY Alright, remain calm. He

63 DUBOIS The people in my office... sometimes they make mistakes. They sent clothes to her by accident for a man. The large man with whom she travels. Ah. WESLEY How bad is it?

DUBOIS Everything is ruined. She is demanding that you be at the camp tomorrow at nine and that you not be late... (whispering, concerned) ...or she will do unspeakable things to your private places. The group on the sofa listens intently to Wesley. WESLEY Alright Dubois. (listening) No, no, no, it's not your fault. We'll handle it. (listening) Yes, you tell her we'll meet her in the morning. DUBOIS Thank you, Wesley. RETURN TO SACRED HUT Wesley faces the sofa with the antenna of his cell phone between his lips. The others wait for his response. TONY Bad news? Plan D. WESLEY Zero nine hundred hours. Goodbye, Wesley.

Wesley exits. The others turn and look at Tony who sits in the middle of the sofa.

64 TONY Plan D. The group returns to the TV. ANGELA'S ROOM Angela lies face down on her bed, sunken into the mattress, sobbing uncontrollably. Nodor watches the movie. NODOR Dis good movie. EXT. BASE CAMP - DAY F.G., Wesley and William stand near the base camp shack. B.G., In the distance, a car speeds through the savanna. Angela and Nodor sit in the back; Tony drives. The car pulls up and all three exit. Angela wears a men's 3x button-down shirt, cuffed many times. She carries a small bag that reads "Africa". WESLEY Doctor Angela. Lovely to see you. ANGELA Look here Snow. We're going to get this done and we're going to get it done now. I want to leave this godforsaken place as fast as possible, so I'm going to make you a deal. Take me to see the farms, let my translator speak with some of the villagers, and you and I will never see or hear from each other again. WESLEY You don't want to see our paperwork? TONY (anxious) You don't want to see our paperwork? He looks at Angela, then back. SIMULTANEOUS CHEER.

65 ANGELA No. No paperwork. Farms and tribes. That's it. WESLEY Are you sure? Because we have plenty of paperwork here for you. TONY (anxious) And a hut! Our base camp hut! ANGELA Nope. We'll just make up some numbers along the way. Deal? Wesley and Tony look at each other with concern and then back at Angela. WESLEY Deal. Lets head out now. long walk to the village. Great. Yep. ANGELA Through the jungle? WESLEY Yep. ANGELA Are you sure? WESLEY Only way to get there. Unless, of course, you'd like to reconsider? ANGELA No, no, no, no. Into the jungle, we'll just go into the jungle. If that's what we have to do then that's what we'll do. We'll go into... the jungle. ANGELA Walking? WESLEY It's a

We're walking?

66 Angela walks reluctantly forward. Nodor follows. Then Wesley and

Wesley glares at Tony, jerking his head. William catch up to Angela. Tony silently pitches a fit.

He looks at his beloved hut.

TONY (mockingly) No hut. We'll make up numbers. Tony runs to the car and drives off. EXT. JUNGLE PATH - DAY Through the trees, Wesley, Angela, Nodor, and William walk along the path in single file. Angela falls behind, writing on her clipboard. ANGELA Alright. Number seventy-seven. How many people would you say have been helped by this project? WESLEY Well, it's kind of hard to get a headcount. The locals tend to move around a lot so we're not even really sure how many of them there are to begin with. Plus, Cameroon isn't really good at keeping a census. ANGELA I'm going to write down five thousand. Does that sound reasonable? WESLEY Sure, why not. ANGELA Perfect. Number seventy-eight. Have you encountered any resistance to your project or other negative reaction from the native peoples?

67 WESLEY Well, most everyone likes corn and wheat, but I'm sure there're a few who probably would have preferred cassavas or maybe berry bushes. ANGELA I'm writing down, anticipated amount of resistance. We'll leave it at that. WESLEY That's a smart answer. ANGELA Thank you -- seventy-nine -- eh... no, I'm just going to put down not at this time. WESLEY Okay. PRIMAL GRUNTING NOISE; ECHOES. Angela stops, spins in circles. Wesley, Nodor, and William continue unfazed. Angela chases after them. ANGELA Wesley? Wesley, did you hear that? What the hell was that? WESLEY Wild boar. ANGELA (panicked) Wild boar? A wild boar? dangerous? WESLEY Oh, yeah. Okay. ANGELA Okay.

Are they

Angela goes back to her clipboard. ANGELA Eh... number, eh...

68 WESLEY Eighty. Angela returns her clipboard to her bag. ANGELA You know what, we can finish this at the village. WESLEY Okay. ANGELA Listen, have you ever had someone die on you out here? Wesley stops. The group stops.

WESLEY (sadly) Once. He was one of our guides. He was a good kid. I miss him. William rolls his eyes. group follows. Wesley resumes walking and the

ANGELA What happened to him? WESLEY Mauled by flamingos. ANGELA Oh God! EXT. MUYENG CAMP, ROW OF HUTS - DAY SOUND OF BRANCHES CRACKING. Wesley, Angela, Nodor, and William emerge from the jungle. WESLEY Ah, here we are. Thirty villagers stand in front of a row of mud huts. The TRIBESMEN have spears and shields. TRIBESWOMEN and CHILDREN are peppered in. All wear tribal bottoms, decorations, and no shirts.

69 CHIEF sits at center on his throne, which is little more than a footstool. Chief wears a massive, ornate headdress and many necklaces. He holds a staff with a hideous axe-like head, many colorful feathers, and strings of beads. CHIEF (yelling) Sux plow, abwa tanabwa!!! The villagers launch into a war cry, spears bobbing. Wesley stands proudly, arms on hips, chest out. stands several feet behind him. William

Angela's forehead and eyes pop out from behind Wesley's right shoulder. Nodor's forehead and eyes pop out from above Wesley's head. Wesley steps forward. WESLEY (to Chief) Weer sow, Samtome, tooky tooky moo, flaw clurk plury. CHIEF Ah, weer sow, chicklick. F.G., Angela turns Nodor to face her. B.G., Wesley continues to speak to Chief. ANGELA Alright. This is your big moment. Tell me what they're saying. Nodor listens. WESLEY (O.S.) Hooka mow tow nicky wicky faw wizzle. Flab osta okra jibber. Stonefaced. NODOR I do not know.

70 ANGELA (whispered scream) What!?! NODOR (clarifying) I know not what day say. ANGELA (whispered) What do you mean? You're the translator. I brought you all this way because you speak Bantu. NODOR Day speak not Bantu. Angela grabs Nodor by the collar. ANGELA (screaming) What!?! Everyone freezes. Wesley stops mid-sentence.

Wesley steps backward and stands between Angela and Nodor. He smiles nervously. WESLEY (hushed) Angela, is there a problem? ANGELA No. Everything is fine. Desmond Tutu here doesn't speak the language, but other than that everything is peaches. WESLEY We're speaking Mafa. Only 10,000 people in the world speak it and about half of them are holding spears right now. I'm trying not to get us all killed, here. Could you please not scream or make any violent gestures until we're safe?

71 ANGELA Sorry. Chief stands and steps forward. CHIEF (annoyed, sneering) Cheerde sery tenagua! The TRIBESMEN hoist spears, jumping up and down, yelling. WESLEY (to Angela) It's not going well. ANGELA (whispering) What's he saying? WESLEY He's concerned the two of you are here to steal his soul. ANGELA Well do something! Wesley smiles. WESLEY Namugwa, toot toot. Serverie lasta kasta. Soli ooch-takabra. Chief considers this. Sumsum. WESLEY (to Angela) Good news. The chief has warmed a bit. He wants to trade. We can gain his trust. Chief stretches out his staff and points at Angela. CHIEF (to Wesley) Sumsum... mofadi. He sits.

CHIEF

72 WESLEY (to Angela) Okay. Unexpected. It seems that the Chief has taken a liking to your shirt. But don't worry, I think I can talk him out of it. Wesley turns to Nodor. WESLEY Hey, Nodor. NODOR Weasel? WESLEY How would you feel about parting with your shirt? Angela's hand, holding her balled-up shirt, hits Wesley in the side. Wesley looks down at the shirt confusedly, then over at Angela. ANGELA (O.S.) (sharply) Don't look! Wesley averts his eyes. He takes the shirt. Angela's hand retracts quickly. He walks it to a shocked Chief. WESLEY Ah, yes, well... (to Chief, insistent) Sumsum mofadi lador. Wesley rips Angela's feather -- a distinctive and colorful flamingo feather -- from his staff. Chief turns, raising his staff. CHIEF Lamore... fut fut. CONVERSATIONAL DIN. The line of locals dissolves as they head back into camp. Chief grabs his throne and shuffles off, craning his neck to look back at Angela.

73 Wesley removes his shirt and gives it to Angela, who stands arms crossed. She snatches it from him. WESLEY The chief is pleased. We're in. I'm going to go find us something to eat and a safe place for your feather. Wesley and William leave. Nodor stands stoic.

Angela steps to Nodor, topless but covering her breasts with Wesley's shirt, and glares. ANGELA If I die in this hellhole, before I go I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that you have been no help to me whatsoever. NODOR This is true. Angela walks off in a huff. EXT. MUYENG CAMP, ROW OF HUTS - LATER HUT #1 -- a medium-sized cylindrical structure with a domed roof. It is first in a line of four huts. Angela sits on a rock staring forward next to a spent campfire directly in front of Hut #1. Standing in front of HUT #4 -- closest to the sacred hut -are Nodor, Wesley, William, and Chief. Wesley and Chief engage in conversation. Nodor looks down at Chief's headdress, picking lint off of the feathers. Chief swats blindly at his hand. Wesley walks over to Angela and stoops. WESLEY It's only an hour walk from here and it's savanna... no jungle. Bushes, shrubs, and hills. So there should be no more delays.

74 ANGELA (unimpressed) Huzzah. WESLEY I have to go into the sacred hut for a blessing. I'll only be about five minutes. ANGELA Sacred hut? WESLEY Yes. The Muyeng place of divine inspiration. It contains sacred artifacts. Only the leaders of the tribe are permitted to enter... and, as it turns out, me. Angela nods without interest. WESLEY Be right back. SACRED HUT Tony, Joshua, Jacob, William, ETHAN, and NOAH sit on the sofa. Wesley stands in front of the TV. ETHAN is a wiry, thin male in his 20s. He wears a pair of camouflage pants, combat boots, and a brown t-shirt. NOAH is a short, Korean male. He has a tattoo on his left arm of a solid red paramedic's cross. Below it is a United States Marine Corps tattoo. WESLEY All right. We're in good shape. The shirt thing was unexpected, but we've moved past that now. NOAH I don't think she's going to see it that way. TONY To save your life, we may have to kill her.

75 ETHAN Not that we don't enjoy doing Shakespeare in the park for the crazy U.N. lady, but you remember we have this whole evil mining company thing happening, right? WESLEY William and I are going to take her up to the farms, and then bring her back. While we're gone, switch the patrols. Make sure to stay out of sight. TONY You want any more diversions? WESLEY No, everything should go like clockwork. Farms, fake interviews, then back to her hotel. She'll be gone before nightfall and we're in the clear. SOUND OF DELUGE RAIN. Wesley looks up. The group, same.

WESLEY Huh. Okay... (thinking) New plan. ROW OF HUTS Angela sits in the same spot, soaked. Wesley stoops.

WESLEY You see the problem now is mudslides. There aren't any jungle trees in the hills, so there's nothing to soak up the rain... Angela stares forward. She undoes the clasp on her watch.

WESLEY ...After all, we can't have you walking through the mountains to... Angela dangles the watch over the campfire.

76 WESLEY you know... in a mudslide... She drops the watch into the spent campfire. WESLEY Bet you wish you had that poncho. (laughs) You check out the camp for a little bit... I'll call you for dinner. Wesley leaves. Angela returns to her original position.

EXT. MUYENG CAMP - CAMPFIRE - NIGHT Angela and Wesley stand beside a makeshift tent near Hut 1, made out of mosquito netting and branches. He holds two blankets and a flashlight. WESLEY I'm really sorry you have to spend the night in camp. It just isn't safe to walk you back through the jungle in the dark. ANGELA It's all right. Thanks for clearing it with the Chief. Angela points toward Hut #3. Chief, in headdress, peaks out. Wesley looks. Chief hides. WESLEY You know, he's a really good guy when you get to know him. ANGELA Any advice? WESLEY Just make sure your netting is down so the mosquitoes don't get you and you'll be fine. Wesley hands her the blankets and flashlight.

77 WESLEY One blanket for warmth. One for a pillow. The flashlight is to find your way around. It recharges in sunlight, so you can leave it on all night if you want. ANGELA Okay. Can I use it to bludgeon anything that attacks me in the middle of the night? WESLEY Sure. It's pretty sturdy. want a knife? You

Wesley reaches behind his back and pulls out his survival knife -- a massive hunting knife with a serrated edge. Angela lets out a tiny scream. ANGELA Yes. Wesley throws the knife into the ground beside her tent. As it flies past her, Angela jumps a little. ANGELA Perfect. WESLEY Well, goodnight. Wesley walks off. ANGELA 'Night. Angela walks around the tent looking for a flap. She fumbles with the netting, then lifts one side and gets in. She reaches back through and gets the knife. EXT. MUYENG CAMP - CAMPFIRE - LATER F.G., Angela sleeps, hugging the lit flashlight. B.G., sacred hut, lit by torches. She composes herself.

78 Wesley emerges from sacred hut and makes a hurried "come hither" motion. Isabella, MICHAEL, Alexander, and Daniel run to the hut door. Wesley re-enters and closes door. Angela opens her eyes. She rolls over and looks toward sacred hut. All is well. F.G., Angela rolls back and closes her eyes. B.G., Wesley emerges again and moves his hand in a "move out" motion. Tony, Joshua, Ethan, and Noah exit and run off. Wesley re-enters the hut, closing the door. Angela's eyes open. She rolls over quickly and looks at the sacred hut. All is well. Angela grabs the knife and lies facing sacred hut -clutching it with both hands. She closes her eyes. EXT. MUYENG CAMP - CAMPFIRE - DAY Angela sleeps on her right side. TRIBESWOMEN wonder around her tent, washing clothes, cleaning. Children play nearby. Angela's eyes open slowly. her with side-tipped head. Angela smiles. MUYENG CHILD squats, staring at

The child laughs and runs away.

Angela rolls onto her back, stretches big, and then stops mid-stretch. She pats her right butt-cheek intently. She crawls out of the tent hurriedly. PAVILION Wesley stands beside a picnic table, eating eggs from a wooden bowl, under a large, wooden pavilion. Nearby are three earthen ovens. Angela walks up hurriedly, holding her butt cheek, and stops inches from his face, nervous. WESLEY Morning, Doc! Er, afternoon, as it were. Did you sleep good?

79 ANGELA (anxious, hushed) I have to speak with you. Look. WESLEY Lunchtime!

ANGELA This is urgent! Wesley looks past her. WESLEY Hey, where's my knife? Angela grabs his arm, dragging him away. SHOWERS SHOWERS is a makeshift shack with no door, two showerheads, holes in the roof through which sunlight streams and pipes run. A rusty water drum is attached to the pipes and empty metal buckets litter the ground. The path to the farms runs directly past the showers. Angela pulls Wesley to a spot that is, with respect to the main camp, obscured by a large boulder. Angela looks back to make sure no one was following. Wesley imitates her mockingly, then eats a forkful of eggs. ANGELA Something bit me. Really? WESLEY What was it?

ANGELA It happened while I was asleep. WESLEY Did it wake you up? ANGELA No.

80 WESLEY Then it can't be that bad. does the bite look like? ANGELA I don't know. WESLEY You didn't look? ANGELA I tried, but I can't see it without a mirror. Welsey considers this, but comes up empty. WESLEY (confusedly) Where is it? Angela points to her right butt cheek. WESLEY Ah. That's kind of ironic if you think about it. ANGELA (panicky) What do I do? WESLEY Don't panic. I'm sure it's nothing. Let me take a look. Angela clutches her belt. ANGELA I'd rather not. WESLEY Okay. It'll be fine. some eggs. Come have

What

Wesley goes to leave, but she grabs his arm. ANGELA (desperate) Fine, fine.

81 Angela undoes her belt and reluctantly hikes her pants down to mid-butt. Wesley tries to pull them down further, but she slaps his hand. He looks at her. She hikes to mid-hamstring.

Angela leans, one hand against the shower wall, indicating with her other. Wesley looks. Wesley makes the sign of the cross over his heart and gives God a thumbs-up. He scoops up a forkful of eggs. WESLEY It's nothing. ANGELA What is it? WESLEY You're fine. ANGELA Is it a snake? WESLEY You slept on a rock. ANGELA Oh, man, you gotta be kidding me. OLD MAN ON PATH is an elderly African wearing a one-piece pullover tribal outfit similar to an Arab thawb. Old Man on Path walks up carrying a bucket of water and stands next to Wesley. He tugs Wesley's shirt. OLD MAN ON PATH Mosha? WESLEY Oh, by all means. Wesley takes the bucket. Wes! WESLEY He wants to use the shower. Angela shrieks, hoists her pants.

ANGELA

82 Old Man on Path steps to the doorway of the shower. As he is getting ready, he points at Angela, who is fighting to replace her pants. OLD MAN ON PATH (laughs) Losha wokum. Wesley smiles and nods. In a single motion, Old Man on Path strips himself nude. Angela reacts as if peering into a blinding light. ANGELA Woah! WESLEY Let's go get you some food. ANGELA Behold, the basement of my career. Angela grabs the bowl from Wesley and eats hungrily. Wesley puts his arm around her shoulder as they walk back. After a few steps, she removes his hand. WESLEY You should see these kids find emu eggs. It's an incredible thing! FLYTRAP GARDEN Angela and Wesley walk, she eating eggs. Angela stops, stunned by the sight of a large patch of Venus Flytraps near the tree line. Wesley continues walking, oblivious. WESLEY Don't worry, Doc. After all this is over, we're going... where'd you go? ANGELA (mystified) Look at that.

83 WESLEY Oh, yeah. Those are our camp guards. Venus Flytraps. Resilient little buggers. They grow in the U-S -ANGELA -- Yeah, but they can live almost anywhere. WESLEY Right. We brought a few with us as a way of breaking the ice with the villagers. They like anything that eats bugs. Angela, ignoring Wesley, focuses on a single plant -ANGELA'S VENUS FLYTRAP -- and touches it tenderly. ANGELA (to flytrap) Yeah, you can handle anything, can't you buddy? WESLEY You can have one if you like. ANGELA Oh, I'd love one. Great. Thank you.

WESLEY Let's go find a pot.

EXT. PATH TO FARMS - DAY A cicada SCREAMS in the heat. Wesley, William, Nodor, and Angela walk through scrub brush on a path to the farms -- which gradually climbs the side of a hill. All wear sunglasses. Wesley and William wear holstered handguns. a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder. William wears

Angela wears her bag and fans herself with her clipboard. ANGELA How much farther?

84 WESLEY We're almost there now. ANGELA It's so hot. How can you stand this heat? WESLEY My father was a camel. Back to the questions. ANGELA Question number one-twenty-eight. Has any of the money provided from source been rerouted for personal or other non-project related expenses? Wesley stops. As William passes, they exchange glances.

WESLEY Not a dime -- which you would know if you had looked at the paperwork back at our base camp. ANGELA Fine, fine, fine. We're almost done -- only ten more to go. Just then, the group crests the hill. ANGELA I'm writing down "no major deviations". That sounds good. Angela writes. Wesley taps her on the shoulder and points.

In the distance, sprawling grassland filled with acres and acres of farms. Angela starts to cry. ANGELA They're really here! NODOR This is true. She hugs Wesley. He laughs.

85 WESLEY Doc, what's wrong? ANGELA I thought you were going to kill me and leave me in a ditch. WESLEY Well, it's early yet. She composes herself. They walk down the hill toward the farms. arm around William. ANGELA So, Willy. I noticed that you don't say too much. WESLEY That's because he's a mute. ANGELA You don't say? EXT. MUYENG CAMP - DAY B.G. Chief speaks to Joshua and Tony. ANGELA (O.S.) ...so that's when Benny said that he thought I'd be great for the job. It's a huge vote of confidence and I don't plan on letting him down. PATH TO FIELDS William, Wesley, Angela, and Nodor walk past the showers. Wesley has his arm on Angela's shoulder. WESLEY Well, I think you're doing a great job so far. Given what you've been through, you should get a promotion. She slaps his hand playfully and he removes it. Angela puts her

86 NEARING SACRED HUT Angela skips beside Wesley. ANGELA So all we have to do now is organize a meet-and-greet with a handful of villagers and I am gone! WESLEY You can stay a little longer if you like. The view is nice. Angela smirks. BESIDE SACRED HUT Chief speaks with Joshua and Tony, both in desert-warfare army fatigues. NEARING SACRED HUT Wesley sees them. He stops, eyes wide. Angela turns.

ANGELA Who's that talking with the chief? WESLEY That's, eh... UNICEF. They're probably here looking for human rights violations. Chief jogs over. Tony and Joshua sneak off to sacred hut.

Wesley spins Angela to face him, hands on shoulders. WESLEY Hey, doc. I'll talk to the chief and get him on board with the interviews and then come find you. ANGELA What? BESIDE SACRED HUT Chief jogs, holding his headdress.

87 CHIEF (shouting) Colonel! NEARING SACRED HUT Angela and Wesley's heads snap in his direction. looks back at Wesley suspiciously. ANGELA Did he just call you Colonel? WESLEY He calls everyone Colonel. It's the only English word he knows. CHIEF (shouting) Colonel, it's time! WESLEY Of course, he's a quick study... excuse me for a moment. Angela watches Wesley run toward Chief. OUTSIDE SACRED HUT Wesley and Chief meet, stooping shoulder-to-shoulder in a football huddle. Chief tucks his headdress under his arm. WESLEY What are you doing to me? CHIEF Sorry, sir. News from the camp. WESLEY What happened? CHIEF The mining goons took the bait. Finally. WESLEY Is everyone in the hut? Angela

CHIEF Yes, sir. Isabella says we've got an hour at most.

88 WESLEY Alright. I may be able to explain all this to the Doc. The key here is to play it cool. Stay in character... no matter what. Chief puts on the headdress. CHIEF Got it. Wesley and Chief break huddle and almost bowl over Angela, waiting behind them with crossed arms. WESLEY AND CHIEF Ah! ANGELA So... who's Isabella and what's the big hurry? CHIEF Cheerde sery tenagua! ANGELA Stuff it, Chief! Chief takes off his headdress and wipes his brow. CHIEF Finally! Do you know how goddamn hot this headdress is? This is Africa... my brain could have cooked! Wesley looks at Chief disappointingly. Chief waddles off.

WESLEY (to Chief, sarcastically) We wouldn't want that now would we? Angela steps toward Wesley, who backpedals as he speaks. WESLEY Fwa... funny story... which... I'll have to tell you later because right now I have something very important to do.

89 Wesley walks away toward sacred hut. when he doesn't stop. Angela chases after

ANGELA Oh, no. You're going to stand here and explain what the... hell is going... on... hey! WESLEY Doc, you're gonna like the story I come up with in five minutes more than the one I've got right now. INSIDE SACRED HUT Plasma TV shows a satellite map of Far North Province. Isabella, Tony, Noah, Ethan, Joshua, and Daniel stand around a table on the near wall in full body camouflage, armed with M-16s. Wesley walks through the door followed by Angela. The group turns to face Wesley. ANGELA I demand an-Angela gasps, covers her mouth, and stands frozen. WESLEY Sergeant, what have we got? TONY Colonel, the mining company goons took the bait. They will arrive at the fake village within the hour. ISABELLA I count eight men guarding the mining supplies. First squad is ready to go. DANIEL Second squad is locked and loaded. If the goons return to the camp early, we'll hold them until we get the all clear.

90 JOSHUA We've contacted the local government and our people in the media. They'll be reporting a tragic mining accident. WESLEY Just like we planned. Destroy the camp. Zero body count. Get out fast. Got it? OTHERS Got it! WESLEY Make it happen. OTHERS Yes sir! They turn back to the table. WESLEY Com'on Doc. Wesley guides Angela out the door, reenters, and signals Noah. Noah grabs a bottle of water and his medic bag. OUTSIDE SACRED HUT Angela rubs her temples. Oh my God! Wesley follows. Angela hasn't moved.

ANGELA Oh my God, what is this?

WESLEY Now, Doc, don't get too excited, here. I've been working on a really great explanation. ANGELA You're militant farmers. You're crazy militant farmers and you're starting a war. Wesley removes his shirt. for a camouflage shirt. MICHAEL walks up and switches it

91 WESLEY Thank you, Michael. (to Angela) Doc, think of it this way, we're more like a friendly church group that was in the neighborhood when a gang moved into town. We volunteered to... help out. ANGELA What am I supposed to tell my boss? Oh my God, Benny! How do I explain this to Benny? WESLEY Tell them the farms look great, the project was a success. This isn't your fault. You just have such lousy timing. Ethan walks up to Wesley and slaps both sides of Wesley's face, leaving behind black and olive face paint. WESLEY Thank you, Ethan. ANGELA It's all ruined. My career, poof. (paranoid) Oh my God... you're going to kill me, aren't you? I'm a witness. I have to disappear. WESLEY We're not going to kill anyone. Now -- look, you've got yourself all flustered. (yelling) Medic! Noah walks up to Angela. WESLEY Can you help Doctor Cutler? having an episode. NOAH Here you go, Doc. She's

Drink this.

92 Noah hands Angela a bottle of water. ANGELA (to Noah) Thank you. She drinks. ANGELA (to Wesley) This is a catastrophe. She drinks. NOAH That's probably enough. Angela looks at the bottle. ANGELA Oh. She gives the bottle back to Noah. ANGELA Thank you. NOAH Sure. ANGELA (to Wesley, pleading) Snow, you have put me in an impossible position. If I tell my boss I spent an entire week with a paramilitary unit with no clue what they were up to, I'm finished. Good attention to detail is literally written on my resume. But if I lie to him-(to Noah) --What was that? Wesley signals a nearby jeep. The jeep stops behind Angela. of the rear door. William drives up. She stands directly in front

93 NOAH It's water mixed with malaria medication... to calm your nerves. ANGELA Oh. Noah opens the rear door. ANGELA (to Wesley) But if I lie to him... (to Noah) Wait. I already took maria medification. NOAH You don't say? ANGELA Waish. Did I juice shay malarification? Angela laughs and falls forward into Wesley's chest. ANGELA Oooo. Ooo, you shmell good. Why do you shmell good? You live in da treeze. Angela's head tips back, laughing hysterically. WESLEY Good night, Doc. Wesley pushes Angela's sternum. the jeep. ANGELA Wheee! Noah picks up Angela's feet, closes the rear door, and bangs on the side. William drives twenty feet and stops for Nodor. Nodor! WESLEY Take care of the Doc, huh? She falls backward into

94 NODOR I will do. Nodor! More laughing. ANGELA You're a tree people too!

The jeep peels out.

F.G., Wesley and Noah watch the jeep leave. B.G., Tony steps behind them. TONY (shouting) Colonel, are we a go? WESLEY (shouting) Let's rock and roll. Tony lofts an air horn. BWHHHHAAAAA!

All over camp, trap doors built into the earth spew forth jeeps, trucks, and about forty soldiers in army fatigues. INT. HOTEL DE CHARME - ANGELA'S ROOM - DAY Angela's bed appears empty until she sits up from the void. ANGELA The hell is wrong with this bed? Angela pulls her cell phone from her pocket and dials. INT. DUBOIS' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS Dubois reclines watching TV. head in his lap. RINGTONE - LA MARSEILLAISE. Oui. DUBOIS GIRLFRIEND #3 sleeps, He picks up his cell phone.

DUBOIS This is Dubois!

INTERCUT BETWEEN DUBOIS AND ANGELA Angela sits knees-to-chest beside her bed.

95 ANGELA (whispered screaming) Dubois! DUBOIS Bonsoir, cherie. How are you enjoying the hotel? Did you get the flowers that I sent? ANGELA (hushed) Dubois, shut up and listen! in a lot of trouble here. DUBOIS (concerned) Do not worry, Doctor. not abandon you.

I'm

Dubois will

ANGELA (hushed) We've been had. Snow's farm project is a front for some kind of vigilante group. They're using our funds to start a war. They're not who they say they are. They have connections in the government. The level of corruption boggles the mind! What are we going to do? Dubois sits frozen. DUBOIS Cherie... you are breaking up. CLICK. DUBOIS hangs up the phone.

RETURN TO ANGELA'S ROOM Angela still on the phone. ANGELA (whispering) Dubois? (shouting in whisper) DUBOIS!!!

96 CREAKING PLASTIC NOISE. Angela tries to crush her cell phone. Failing, she drowns it in a ceramic pitcher of water on her bedside table. KNOCKING. ANGELA (to self) Nodor! Angela runs to the door. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Wesley stands outside Angela's door holding Angela's Venus flytrap -- the base of which is wrapped in a canvas bag. Angela's feather sticks out of the plant. Angela opens the door, screams, and slams the door. ANGELA'S ROOM Angela braces the door with her body, as if expecting him to kick it down. KNOCKING. Doc. WESLEY (O.S.) We're sorry we drugged you.

SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Angela opens the door, snatches the plant from Wesley's hands, and slams the door again. WESLEY Can't we have a dialog about this? ANGELA'S ROOM Angela pushes against a wooden armoire. It doesn't budge.

ANGELA (screaming) Help! Help! Somebody help me!

97 LOBBY Assistant Hotel Clerk leans over Lead Hotel Clerk's shoulder, gazing at a crossword puzzle. ANGELA (O.S.) (screaming, muffled) Can anybody hear me? Help! Somebody help me! Help! Assistant Hotel Clerk points at the paper. ASSISTANT HOTEL CLERK (in French, subtitle) Ferret. Lead Hotel Clerk checks, then nods proudly. LEAD HOTEL CLERK Oui! Lead Hotel Clerk pencils it in. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Wesley stands outside the door. WESLEY Doc, I've been working all night on a great story. If you give me one minute, I feel reasonably sure that I can explain almost everything. Angela opens the door. She's unbuttoned her top two buttons. She stands coyly, arm behind her back. ANGELA More lies. How novel. I'd love to hear them. Do come in. Wesley walks past her into the room. WESLEY You won't regret this, Doc. You'll be happy to know that we saved the villagers-CRASH! Angela cracks Wesley over the head with the water pitcher from her bedside table.

98 Flustered, Angela steps over Wesley and grabs her bag and the plant off the bed. She runs out of the room. She returns, steals his hat and her cell phone off the floor, then leaves. NODOR'S ROOM Nodor lies on his bed, napping as before. DOOR. His eyes open. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Angela POUNDS with both fists. NODOR (emotionless) Yes? ANGELA Nodor! The bad men are here. Get your bag as fast as you can and meet me out front. NODOR Yes. LOBBY Lead Hotel Clerk sits, feet up, reading the arts section. Assistant Hotel Clerk mirrors him with the comics, comparing poses to make sure he's doing it right. Angela runs down the stairs, through the lobby, and out the front door. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY Wesley, groggy and checking his soaked head for blood, steps out of Angela's room. Nodor strolls to the top of the stairwell, sling sack over his shoulder. NODOR Goodbye, Weasel. Nodor continues down the stairs. The door opens. POUNDING ON

99 WESLEY Goodbye, Nodor. WESLEY'S RINGTONE. Yeah? OUTSIDE THE HOTEL Tony sits behind the wheel of a cab, on cell phone. Outside the cab, Angela attempts to hurry Nodor, who continues at his usual leisurely pace. TONY Colonel, the Doc just flagged down the cab. What do you want me to do? INTERCUT BETWEEN WESLEY AND TONY WESLEY Take her to the airport. going back to plan A. Plan A? TONY Really? We're He takes out his cell phone. WESLEY

You hate plan A.

WESLEY Well, some headaches are bigger than others I suppose. EXT. DOUALA INTERNTAIONAL AIRPORT (DLA) - RUNWAY, BESIDE LUFTHANSA AIRPLANE - DAY JAZZY MUSIC. A line of people standing on the tarmac waiting to board a plane. Angela stands last; Nodor in front of her. Wesley's hat. She wears He

Dubois walks up with Angela's luggage and hiking pack. taps her on the shoulder.

She turns, recognizes the luggage. She feigns a hug and, when Dubois steps in, she knees him in the crotch. She takes her bags and returns to line. He stumbles away.

100 INT. LUFTHANSA AIR FLIGHT 448 - DLA TO JFK - DAY Nodor sits with his legs twisted oddly to fit, stoic, wearing ear-bud headphones, watching a movie. Angela's tray table holds several glasses of melting ice and limes. Angela sleeps, arm in aisle, a train wreck. INT. OFE HEADQUARTERS - RECEPTION - DAY Angela walks toward the reception desk. She wears crocodile boots, blue jeans, a plaid shirt, and Wesley's hat -- which has Angela's feather sticking out of the band. Her hair is blown out. She carries the flytrap -- now in a red pot -- and her briefcase in her left hand. As she passes the desk, Angela gives a smiling Saundra a high-five with a snap. The secretaries look at each other in shock. ANGELA'S OFFICE Fred the Plant sits on a windowsill, surprisingly healthy. ANGELA Fred, this is Wesley. this is Fred. Wesley,

Angela places the flytrap beside Fred. The flytrap dwarfs Fred and one of the buds "grins" at him. END JAZZY MUSIC. MAIN OFFICE Angela walks to Stemple's office door holding her manila envelope. She pauses, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in her outfit. She goes to knock, but reconsiders. She walks away, but returns and KNOCKS on the door. STEMPLE'S OFFICE TAP. The back of the phrenology head falls out. Stemple, reading a six-page speech, looks at it, shaking his head.

101 STEMPLE (to phrenology piece) Why? Why!?! (at door, annoyed) In! MAIN OFFICE On the other side of the closed door, Angela pats herself on her chest. ANGELA Mr. Stemple. It's me. Angela.

STEMPLE (O.S.) Yes, yes, come in. STEMPLE'S OFFICE Stemple reads his speech. Angela closes the door behind her. She extends a handshake, but Stemple doesn't notice. She retracts. ANGELA Hello, sir. I'm back. Indeed. STEMPLE Did you-He smirks.

Stemple notices Angela's alternative attire. STEMPLE --complete the questionnaire?

Stemple takes a folder from his inbox, stands, and walks to a filing cabinet. He opens the second drawer from the top. ANGELA The questionnaire? Right. Well, technically, yes, but you see there's a situation that you should be aware of-STEMPLE --Give it here. Angela gives the manila envelope to Stemple. it, disgusted, then holds it up. He looks at

102 INSERT -- MANILA ENVELOPE. It's torn and mauled, stained in several places, and "Property of Angela and Nodor" is doodled across the face in pen next to two stick figures -one tall, one short and in a dress. Angela's mouth moves, but Stemple cuts her off with a hand. STEMPLE No... I don't care. Stemple files away the envelope, slamming the drawer shut. Angela looks heartbroken as he returns to his desk. Stemple reassembles the packet of papers he was reading. STEMPLE Tomorrow I'm giving a speech about micro-loans in India. He holds it out for Angela. She takes it numbly.

STEMPLE Read it over and see if you can't spruce it up a bit. It's a little dry. Make it, I don't know, more whimsical. Get it back to Bethany by the end of the day. Angela glares at him. Now. ANGELA That's it? STEMPLE Yes. ANGELA After all that I've been through, all you want is the questionnaire? What about my report? He shoos her away.

STEMPLE

103 STEMPLE (annoyed) Cutler, when I came in this morning, the goddamn coffee machine was busted. I have three meetings and a dentist appointment after this. I don't care whether or not you enjoyed walking through the woods for a few days. ANGELA Walking through the woods? MAIN OFFICE Angela starts to lose it. ANGELA (O.S.) (yelling) Walking through the woods? Heads of various office workers dart out from cubicles within view of Stemple's office. STEMPLE'S OFFICE Stemple seems confused by this turn of events. ANGELA I... have been... through hell and back trying to please you. I've been to Africa... with no luggage. Do you know what that's like for a woman? I've hiked through malariainfested jungles filled with beasts and liars. I was mugged by perverts and assaulted by... Indicating eighteen inches with shaking hands. ANGELA ... a vicious locust. I battled corruption... stupidity the likes of which you could not possibly fathom and escaped with my worthless translator by the skin of our teeth... and now you're telling me it was for nothing?

104 STEMPLE (sincerely consoling) We have the questionnaire. Angela hurls the speech into the air. As the papers rain down, Stemple looks at them in disbelief. Angela steps back. She sees several framed photographs sitting on top of a filing cabinet. She grabs one. Stemple scoots to the edge of his chair and grips his desk. Angela hurls the frame across the room. under his desk as the frame crashes. Stemple ducks

He peeks his head out from under his desk. STEMPLE Have you gone mad? Angela grabs another frame and screams as she throws it. The frame smashes into the wall well above his head. Another crashes above the filing cabinets. A third, well to Stemple's right. Angela has bad aim. Angela grabs a frame off the wall. Stemple stands and extends his arm in a halting fashion. STEMPLE Stop! Angela pauses, holding the frame locked and loaded. STEMPLE Not Bill. Angela looks at the photograph. INSERT -- ANGELA'S WHITE-KNUCKLED HAND HOLDING FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH OF STEMPLE SHAKING HANDS WITH BILL CLINTON Angela puts the frame on a shelf. She grabs another and holds it up, crooked. It's a portrait. ANGELA Who's this?

105 Stemple tips his head. STEMPLE Estes Kefauver. Stemple drops as the frame crashes behind him. MAIN OFFICE FOALE is the kind of guy that throws cocktail parties so fantastic that people would murder someone just to buy a ticket. He's a well-fed, black, ex-admiral. AMBASSADOR is the kind of woman with eyes like a telegraph machine and to whom muggers apologetically return her purse. She's a cougar -- with claws. Ambassador holds Foale's arm as they enter from reception. They stop short, curious. Twenty people, including Saundra and the secretaries, stand pinned against the wall beside Stemple's door. Foale and the Ambassador look at each other. STEMPLE'S OFFICE KNOCKING. Foale opens the door. scatter back to their desks. FOALE Am I interrupting? Angela holds a handful of compact disk cases. ANGELA Benny! Angela drops the cases on the floor and hugs Foale. Ha, ha. FOALE Hello, Cutty Shark. Behind him, onlookers

Stemple's eyes appear just above the top of his desk. ANGELA (breaking embrace) You look amazing. How are you?

106 FOALE (to Angela) I'm doing fine, dear. Cheryl sends her love. You know, she's going to be in town in two weeks. She's dying to get together-(to Stemple) --Oh. John. I didn't see you there. How are you? STEMPLE I've been better. Stemple stands as Ambassador sweeps into the room. AMBASSADOR Oh, John. I love what you've done with the place. STEMPLE Madam Ambassador. Stemple brushes off his chair and sits, surveying the damage. STEMPLE Benjamin, can we talk about what just happened in here? FOALE Ah, yes. As per our conversation on Friday, since Angela has indeed returned without a single scratch, I have decided not to reassign you to the tour group in the lobby. Stemple grits his teeth. STEMPLE (dripping with distain) Kudos for me. Angela bites her lip.

107 FOALE Angela, I want to introduce you to someone. This is my good friend, the American Ambassador to Barbados, Carol Snow. The Ambassador steps past Foale with a saucy confidence and an air of authority. She shakes Angela's hand. ANGELA Ambassador... (connecting the dots) ...Snow... is it? AMBASSADOR Yes, dear. ANGELA (intrigued) You don't say? FOALE I hadn't heard from the Ambassador in almost a year and then last week she called me completely out of the blue. Really? ANGELA Small world.

AMBASSADOR I am headed to Cameroon this week to visit an old friend and when Benjamin mentioned you were just returning, I just had to meet you and hear all about your trip. ANGELA An old friend? In Cameroon? (to self, under breath) You don't say. FOALE So tell us, Cutty, how was it? Stemple rolls his eyes.

108 ANGELA It was... Angela and the Ambassador lock eyes. ANGELA (to Ambassador) ...lovely. Cameroon is a very safe and lovely place. I haven't had a chance to make an official report yet, but -STEMPLE --That's all right forward to hearing much, much later. and Dr. Foale have catching up to do. Angela. I look that report I'm sure you a lot of

FOALE Hey, that's true. Angela, how would you like to join the Ambassador and I for an early lunch? ANGELA That sounds wonderful. FOALE Fantastic. John, you stay here and, eh, hold down the fort. Okay? Stemple smiles begrudgingly and pulls a bottle of scotch and a rocks glass from his top desk drawer. Foale leaves. Ambassador takes Angela by the arm and they follow him out. Through Stemple's door... AMBASSADOR My dear, you are as cute as a button. And I just love that hat. ANGELA Yes, I thought you might. AMBASSADOR Tell me, dear, how did you happen to come by it?

109 ANGELA The hard way. AMBASSADOR Good for you. Have you ever been to Barbados? ANGELA No, I haven't. AMBASSADOR Beautiful place. You should see the view from my villa. ANGELA I don't mind telling you, Madam Ambassador, I considered killing your son on more than one occasion. AMBASSADOR Ha! Had the same thought myself once or twice. FADE OUT. FADE IN -- STINGER GAG: INT. HOTEL DE CHARME - LOBBY - DAY Assistant Hotel Clerk dusts a mirror in the lounge. peeks over his shoulder deviously. Lead Hotel Clerk reads his newspaper. Assistant Hotel Clerk unbuttons his shirt to reveal Angela's bra. He dances, staring at himself the mirror. Lead Hotel Clerk looks past his paper at Assistant Hotel Clerk. He shakes his head and goes back to reading. FADE OUT. THE END He