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                                OTIS.
                     "Somewhen they won't get older".
                             screenplay 
                                 by
                          Denis  Blajievitch
   
   
   EXT. AFRICA. DAY. RUSHES HUTS ON BANK OF RIVER with green-olive waves. River is empty and calm. We see it by the Pro-Go Camera. Thumb holds it and shots.
   We hear his voice.
                             THUMB
                                                                                                                                                                
                  This is it. Our Great Congo.
   
   Somewhere from left corner of camera little wooden stick appears. There are something black on edge of stick. We hear voice of Little.
                             LITTLE
                 This is it. Our Little Cowpat.
   
                              THUMB
                              Little!
   
   Camera moves left. We see how Little, laughing, runs away. Little is 8-old thin boy. He wears white T-shirt and red shorts. Camera  follows him. Thumb chases him.
   EXT. BANK OF RIVER.
                              THUMB
   Now.  Again. It's Congo and we. Your Fist. We live here. Sometimes.
   
   Camera moves back. We see several rushes huts and man dressed white robe and turban. He repairs rushes boat canoe type. We don't see his face. 
                              THUMB 
                      Uncle Zico...And this...
                                                                                         
   Camera turns right and we see tall fat boy
                               THUMB                                                                                                   
                            It's Middle
    
   Middle squats. There is copper mortar.
                               THUMB
                    What are you doing, Middle?
   
                               MIDDLE
                           I do what I do
   
                                THUMB
        I test new camera for our U-tube chanel. Tell something.
   
                                MIDDLE
                              Something
   
                                THUMB
                      Great. It's Middle, people.
   
   INT. INSIDE RUSHES HUT. GO-PRO CAMERA.  We see wall covered leopard colored curtains. We see Index. About 14, very serious. Round glasses. Index keeps notebook on his laps. Two cameras on tripods turn on leopard wall.
   
                              THUMB                                                                                                      
                              Index?
    
                              INDEX.
                                   
   Yea... Index. Always and everywhere for everybody and every soul.
   
   Camera looks at notebook screen. We see Thumb with camera. It's online translation on U-tube.
                             THUMB
                          Subscribers?                                                                                            
                             INDEX                                                                                             
                          About 40000.
                             THUMB                                                                  We have more viewers than First National Chanel.
   
   INT. INSIDE RUSHES HUT. Thumb, Little, Index sit in front of notebook. Leopard wall is curtain. They connect with fans. We see Jack. He is New York boy on screen.
   
                                 JACK                                  Guys. How it? Wall Street near to my house. Only 300 miles about but I don't have such cameras. Where it from?
                  
                                  INDEX                               
                               Uncle sold boat.
   
                                  THUMB
                   It was very good boat. So many rushes.
   
                                  LITTLE
                             Look. It's Azalia.
   
   On screen Azalis appears. It's nice some fat girl.
   
                                  AZALIA
               Hi, Fist. Do you remember? You promised me.
   
                                   THUMB
                               Your birthday?
   
                                   AZALIA
                    I sent invitations where you said.
   Little shows her invitations.
                               AZALIA
                   I hope Fourth will be with you.
   
                               INDEX
                          We have hope so.
   
                               THUMB
   It will be the most remarkable birthday in your life. We promise you.
   
   INT.  HOTEL GREEN HUT.  RESTAURANT.  Ben and Sven sit at table. They are middle-aged men. They are so typical America. It is very easy to imagine them in lone gas station among Iowa desert lands or in seats during meeting in Oval cabinet. They are real embodiment both sides of America. Generous greatness and selfish pragmatism. They are ready to create great future for all humankind and line to Appstore for new iphone mutually. Ben moves ash-tray.  He takes out of his pocket the bag with fried sunflower seeds. Ben peels seeds up. 
   
                                 BEN
                                Seeds?
   
   Sven throws newspaper over table. Ben reads soundly headline.
   
                                 BEN
   God's Army attacks oiled field of Lusanda.... For CIA's sake. I had nothing to do with it.
   
                                 SVEN
                              Our treaty...
   .
                                  BEN
   Well. I say...We're not always prepared to our protege's tricks.
   
                               SVEN.
                                                               While NSA doesn't appear here we keep all under rough control.
   
                                BEN                                  
      25 coups d'etat for 40 years and  jeans war against Uganda?
   
                                 SVEN                                  That is right way. For America sake. What about your firm? What you have made real beside this new Ben Jesus Laden?
   
                                 BEN                                                     Zico, of course, is extravagant but we keep the lace tightly.
   
                                 SVEN                                                   His gangs burnt  Exxon rigs and killed two Texas engineers.
   
                                 BEN                               
      They could be killed in Texas too. Exxon is risked business.
   
                                 SVEN                                    We had deal. President Mbala has control under capital and north regions. God's Army   controls South.
   
                                  BEN                                                                Things will continue the way they are... If...
   
                                   SVEN                              
                                    If?                                         
                                   BEN
                         If  Hodgy will be free.                                                                                                     
                                  SVEN
                Zico's right hand. Mbala never agree with it.
   
                                    BEN                                            You can always find new Mbala. I know you store about twelve in your pocket... Our funds for agents... It's good money up to pension... Agree, Sven. We have to work together. Strings are different but flag is the same.
                                   SVEN                                                                                                       
                               Zico leaves Lusanda
                                   BEN
                                 I'll try...
                                   SVEN                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                 What Zico without NSA.
                                   BEN
                                       Yea...What NSA without Zico... Seeds.... My Moscow habit. I cannot get rid of.
   
   INT. OTIS FLAT. MORNING. Small, cozy. Designed something from 80-s. Otis about 40-s. Tall, boxer-type. He sits on bed. He looks at sleeping Dina. She's rolled up white blanket. Otis wants to touch her but stops himself.
   
   INT. OTIS FLAT. MORNING. Otis just dressed in black suit, comes back to bedroom. Chair in his hands. He puts it on floor near to bed. He sits but gets up. He carefully takes white blancket out of bed. Otis sits. Add vase with flowers on bed.
   
   INT. OTIS FLAT. MORNING. Otis sits on chair. Estimate what he did. Sleeping Dina slowly turns. Her hands searches for Otis. He touches wet flowers. She jumps up in fear.
   
                              DINA
                     Otis. You're bastard.
   
                              OTIS
                          Dina! Stop!
   
   Dina freezes with pillow in her hand and half-naked breast.
   
                              DINA.
               What? What happened? Is it spider?
   
                              OTIS
                            Don't move.
   
   He fishes out smartphone and shots her quickly
                              OTIS
                              Good.
   
   Dina throws pillow to him.
   
                               DINA
                              Bastard.
                             
                               OTIS
   Breakfast on table... And thank you, dear. Gallery of your name extends. I love you.
   
   EXT. MORNING. OVERCROWDED STREETS OF CAPITAL. Otis is inside his old minibus. Traffic jam is horrible. Minibus just crawls along.. Cuba 14-old yeared girl. Very nice. She crosses the road filled with bulls, loaded carts and  outnumbered Detroit legacy. On way Cuba paints her lips
   
   EXT. STREET OF CAPITAL. Behind Cuba Rob paces. He is big and fat man about 50 with good-looking face.
   
   INT.INSIDE MINIBUS. Cuba sits at front seat. Say :"Hello". Otis nods in answer
   
   EXT. STREETS OF CAPITAL. Rob tries to curve his hippo's shaped body and to creep between cars and carts. He approaches minibus. He pulls his belly inside and screws in bus.
   
   INT. INSIDE MINIBUS. Otis knocks out roof hatchet allowing fresh air to fight heavy breathing of Rob.
   
                                 ROB
                           We're not late?
   
   Otis nods.
   
                                  CUBA
                 What's difference if our boss is here.
   
                                  ROB
      Shout up, Cuba. Behave yourself as yesterday from village.
   
                                  CUBA
                      Day before yesterday, uncle.
   
                                  ROB
   Children. I'll never understand you. As if flying sauserers got birth you not us.
   
   EXT. CROWDED ROAD. Otis almost  wheels in break of traffic jam but unexpected danger appears from right side. Fat stupid ox with sharp curling horns pulls cart with empty bird cages. Thin tall driver sits on top.
   
   INT. INSIDE BUS.
   
                               OTIS
                           Rob. Right.
   
   Rob pushes ox with open palm. Ox flies away. Otis increases speed.
   
   INT. GREEN HUT. CONGRESS HALL is designed in Wisdom Oz style. Yellow brick road leads to plywood gates of Emerald City. Behind it there is open terrace. Near to painted gates small stage. Beside it different paraphernalia is in Hall. There are  paper huts with ice-cream and sweeties. Wooden statue of president Mbala. Hotel staff line along the stage. They look at Otis. Behind stage on wall:"Happy birthday,Azalia".
   
                               OTIS                                                                        Come here. Put together. Closer. Cuba leaves your mob.
   
    Cuba polishes wooden statue of Mbala.. She trows mob in basket with dirty water.
   
   INT. GREEN HUT. CONGRESS HALL.
   
                                OTIS                                                             Work as usual. It means good work. Firstly it's just birthday.
                                
                                CUBA
                                                                                                         Just daugther. Just president Mbala.
   
                                 OTIS                                                                                             
                                what? 
                                CUBA                                                                                        
                            It's not just.
                                OTIS                                                        Every is on his place. Every is king of his place. Or Queen.
   
                                  CUBA 
   
                 Mob Queen?...Do you mean?
                                 OTIS 
                         Mob, no mobsters, Cuba. 
                                                                                                                                                                                    
   INT. GREEN HUT. CONGRESS HALL. Rob runs to hall.
   
                                 OTIS 
                            What's matter? 
                                                                                                                        
                                 ROB                         
                              First Lady.
                                 OTIS
                                 Where?