Endangered Species
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ENDANGERED SPECIES Written by Steven L. Sears & Gabriel Grunfeld “We have a map of the world showing how all the nuclear tests have been conducted on the territory of Native Peoples” - Chief Raymond Yowell “Whose brilliant idea was it to send a Black Man to Africa? - unidentified State Department Official ENDANGERED SPECIES OVER BLACK: We hear the sounds of nature. Birds sending out strange calls; wind blowing briskly; grass and brush rustling as we see credits. Finally; FADE IN: EXT. AFRICAN PLAIN - DAY An immense plain receding into the distance. Nibbling at the short, brown grass is a rhinoceros. A couple of "alarm" birds sit on its back. A moment of tranquility... The "alarm" birds take flight. The rhino is suddenly alert. A low rumbling sound tells us something is happening. A truck slides into view behind the rhino. On the fender of the truck is a man seated in a chair holding a long pole with a noose on the end. The rhino turns, bewildered, and begins to run, the truck in hot pursuit. The man in the chair is trying to snare the loop over the rhino's head. The rhino runs as fast as his primitive legs will allow. The man in the fender seat is a dead ringer for John Wayne. He tries again with the snare. The rhino hits the truck, lifting it up on two wheels. The truck spins and stops; a face off. Sensing the trap, the rhino takes flight again. The huge animal is tiring. A herd of goats seem to watch attentively as the rhino and the truck thunder toward them. The goats are transfixed, unconcerned by the impending tragedy of goat life. The rhino continues its charge, oblivious. The goats don't move. Suddenly, a car horn blares. WIDER - DRIVE IN The goats scatter among the parked vehicles as the rhino and John Wayne continue the chase on the movie screen. This is a Drive-In from the fifties; older dusty cars, with old speakers. A juxtaposition of old America and New Africa. Over this, we Superimpose: NAIROBI, KENYA (1974) CLOSER - LAND ROVER JACK ANDREWS, has his hand on the horn. Young but aged by experience, he wears bush clothing and a tattered Aussie hat pulled down over his tanned face. 2. Sinking into the seat next to him is ADAM, a brawny, good natured, young Masai tribesman in his Sunday/leisure best. JACK Get the fuck out of the way, you goddamn goats. I hate goats. ADAM This is something I know. JACK Fucking stew with horns. Suddenly, a face appears at the window. The old, grizzled, scarred tribal countenance of JOSHUA. His look is stern, perhaps deadly as we wonder what his intentions are. JOSHUA Hatari! (grinning) You are enjoying my movie, Mr. Jack? If not my goats. JACK Joshua, why don't you pen them up during the movie? JOSHUA On John Wayne night? They love the Duck. JACK Duke. At that moment, a small hand reaches out from the darkness behind Jack and grabs the hat off his head. JACK (CONT'D) Hey, you little Nyani... The eight year old black face of DARLENE appears from the backseat. DARLENE It's mine, Uncle Jack. You said I could have it if I ever caught you cursing. JOSHUA Darlene! Happy birthday, little one. DARLENE Thank you. Daddy asked Uncle Jack to take me to the movie tonight because he was busy. 3. JOSHUA Your Daddy's a police chief. He's a busy man. DARLENE We were supposed to see Bambi. JACK You're not going to see anything if you don't watch the movie. Darlene plants a kiss on the back of Jack's head and sits back into the darkness. JOSHUA So, Mr. Jack... it's a nice night for gifts, is it not? A beat, then with a sideways glance to Adam, Jack reaches below his seat and pulls out a small package which he hands to Joshua. Joshua quickly sticks it under his coat and scurries off. ADAM Do you want to tell me what that was all about? As a friend? JACK Nope. Jack turns his attention forward; this discussion is over. After a beat, Adam turns his attention toward the screen. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. DRIVE-IN - NIGHT The marquis displays the words "JOHN WAYNE NIGHT - NEW MOVIE!". A string of vehicles leave the park. Joshua stands on the front porch of his shanty, waving as Jack's Rover exits. INTERCUT - LAND ROVER Darlene is curled up, asleep in the back. Jack waves. The door behind Joshua opens and his wife appears, wearing the flimsiest, gaudiest, fur lined nightgown we are ever to almost see. A size three on a size twelve woman. She holds the now empty box that Jack gave Joshua. Joshua's eyebrows wiggle lasciviously as he follows his wife inside. ADAM My friend... the big time lingerie smuggler. 4. ANGLE - ON LAND ROVER Adam breaks into laughter as the Rover rides off into the moonlit panorama of the African veldt. TIME DISSOLVE: INT. MALIBU BAR AND GRILL - NIGHT - CLOSE ON GLASS The glass is a standard shot glass, filled to the brim, and then some, with a dark liquid of suspicious origin. A large, black, beefy hand enters frame and grabs the glass. WIDER The owner of the beefy hand downs the drink in a gulp. The Malibu Bar and Grill (Nairobi Franchise) is a no man's land of fringe Hemmingway-esque characters. Colorful characters from both sides of the law mingle freely on this neutral turf. Business as usual. The tables are filled. Two large men stand, a brawl in its embryonic stages. It doesn't come to term as two BOUNCERS grab them and "escort" them to the door. Two hands from different tables snake out and grab the untouched drinks. We follow one hand back to Jack and Adam. Obviously a local custom. Not a drop is wasted in the Malibu Bar and Grill. ADAM Don't put words in my mouth. JACK (angry) Somebody's got to. Why don't you just say it? I'm not getting that irrigation license because I'm a white landowner. ADAM That isn't the reason, Jack. JACK If I don't get water to my coffee fields, I'm fucked in a royal way, Adam. No matter what the reason. ADAM Perhaps after the election, there will be... JACK What? Another President with limp dick policies toward the economy. How can such a beautiful country have such a fucked up government? Who do you think you are? America? 5. ADAM William Badu says he has a plan. He is a man to be trusted. JACK You can only trust lightning, mules and God. I'm still gonna get screwed. ADAM You could always accept the safari offers. You are in demand... (off his glare) It was just a thought. The government looks favorably on anyone in the tourist trade. JACK I'll lead a safari to hell. When I'm dead, thank you. ADAM (beat) There's a classified file on you, my friend. One that lists Jack Andrews as an "undesirable alien". JACK I'm just as African as you are, Adam. Just because my skin is three shades lighter... ADAM (firmly) Africans shouldn't kill Africans, my friend. Not for the pay of other governments. (beat) The file was quite extensive. JACK (dry) I'm flattered. ADAM This is no joke to me. I broke the rules for you, my friend. JACK I appreciate that. ADAM Don't. Because it never happened. This conversation never took place. JACK Where have I heard that before? 6. Adam looks up as RASHID enters. He is a seven foot mountain of muscle wearing a safari jacket which sports small, carbon rimmed holes. Not a moth problem. On his feet are boots which are pure macho cowboy. Squared metal toes and material probably taken from some dinosaur. JACK (CONT'D) Not many people look good in cowboy boots. That man is no exception. ADAM That's the man I'm waiting for. JACK Let him cool his heels for a second, I want to finish this. ADAM He has the information on the poachers in your area. JACK Who cares about Poachers if I've got no land for them to poach on? Without replying, Adam heads over to Rashid. Jack angrily downs his drink and heads out. CUT TO: EXT. JACK'S HOME - NIGHT - VARIOUS SHOTS A large sign says "KAHAWA SHAMBA (coffee farm) - Jack Andrews, esq." We can see several fires lit up in the coffee grove. The tenant farmers are working with the coffee, separating the leaves, making sure they don't frost or get soggy. Even in the dark, we can tell this is a plantation that has been cared for. Bungalows are set neatly along one side of the field. Machinery is underneath a large tent. Jack's Rover is parked nearby. KABRIL, walks toward the largest of the bungalows carrying a clipboard. She is a strikingly beautiful black woman in her mid-thirties. INT. JACK'S BUNGALOW - NIGHT The room is simply furnished with a roaring fire in the fireplace. Jack is taking things down off his walls and putting them into a large box. What is left on the walls indicates a life of covert work. Assorted military equipment of all varieties. A knock is heard on the door. Kabril enters. KABRIL I brought you the inventory of the equipment... moving? 7. JOSHUA Hmmm? Oh, hi, Kabril. Nah, just doing some housecleaning.