Monday, March 21, 2016

Summer Camp 2016 A Movie I Coulda Made

With great feedback from my friend Salem, director of Spidarlings, I wrote my first screenplay almost four years ago, Voodoo Exotica.

The progress of the film was slowed down almost immediately as I was fighting cancer at the time.

Still, I met with Martha Davis, of Martha and the Motels fame, to discuss a part. I talked to the daughter of Sheri Lewis, of Sheri Lewis and Lambchop fame.

The best bit of casting was the now late Jimmy Scott as a voodoo doctor. I rewrote the part to go with his condition at the time, wheelchair bound and very soft spoken. He would have doen it if I had the funds together. I even had a part, at one time, for the great Carol Channing, who I knew for a moment and wanted Johnny Whittaker for the same part I also offered Don Murray.

I pride myself on my ability to cast any actor I like in just about any part I write.

Voodoo Exotica will never happen. I met many great people because of it and had some interesting talks. I will make a movie called Diggers (about the diggers movement) and Murderer and His Bride (with a great director named James McKenny). I will see those released one day and those have better stories than Voodoo could ever hope to. I am very willing to give up on my first script because I have seen one that is very similar to it, only better than I could have done.

Summer Camp is a Spanish film about some Americans who are running a Summer Camp with parents seeking English immersion for their kids There is something in the air (or water) that is causing each of them to briefly become violent and kill the others.
It is a non-stop thrill ride and endlessly creative, tho a bit tiresome at about minute 80 of its 95mins.

The differences are my script was more sexual than violent; this is not sexual at all.  I had planned to make a porn parody of the film around the same time I made the film. My script was about xenophobia, missionaries in Haiti are given drugs by a witchdoctor posing as a pharmacist.  The film will not get made because the drugged violence in Summer Camp is much better. I do not doubt Salem and I will make a film one day.  For those interested, the Voodoo script can be read here:


Voodoo Exotica


Fade in.

Int. doorway of Ana’s apartment, Burbank---early morning

Evelyn Winley (lovely 30-something blonde slightly curvy wearing jeans + a t-shirt, two sizes too small) is knocking at Ana’s apartment door, quite loudly. Ana Rogers (late 40s, attractive blonde) answers after a few beats.



What can I do for you?



Oh…God, it’s really you!



A fan, I don’t get a lot of those

 You’d better come in.


Evelyn walks into the small apartment (living room, one sofa chair and a large television, kitchen, a counter and two barstools, a bedroom with a bathroom).


Ana (motioning Evelyn toward the barstools)

Have a seat.


Evelyn takes a seat on a barstool. She fidgets, nervous energy.




Now, what’s your name?






Okay…Evelyn…pretty name.

It’s not even 6am.

You must be a morning person.

How did you even find me?



You post pics around your house.

It’s not like you are Thomas Pynchon.



And you want me to autograph something?



I…this is embarrassing…I

read on your blog that

you are horny in the morning.




This is no fan pilgrimage

Q and A, idiotic question thing?


Evelyn shakes her head.


Ana (moving very close to her)

So you are here to…


Evelyn (assured)

I am here to fuck your brains out.



My lucky day!


Ana goes into the kitchen cabinets and pulls out a tray which she sits down on the counter. She then goes into her fridge pulls out whipped cream, cherries and a cucumber, all of which she sits on the tray.



I was about to have breakfast.

Do you mind if you incorporate both?

We can call it sexfast but take our time anyway.

I am a bit of a kinky foodie, takes the

place of the bad addictions that I used to have.


Evelyn stands up. Ana hugs her.



Before we go in there, what is your

favorite book of mine and why?


Camera moves into the bedroom for a moment, there is a small shelf of five paperbacks, all written by Ana Rogers.



I loved your book on the Bloody Mary tours.



That seems to be the popular one.



I like the other stuff too.



I’m glad to hear that.

Listen, keep the shirt on. Remove the

jeans and grab that tray.


Evelyn smiles ear to ear. She takes her pants off (no panties) her back to the writer and walks to the tray.


Now to the bedroom.


Ana watches Evelyn walk into the bedroom, POV on her rear.

Cut to

Ana’s bedroom, an hour later

Ana is under covers though her breasts are exposed. Evelyn is cuddling next to her. The tray of food is empty on the nightstand.



Hope that was the ultimate fan experience.



That was sinfully refreshing.



You have a way with words yourself.



Speaking of words, what

are you working on next?



If I tell you, could we play

with other kinds of toys?


As you wish.



You probably know that I didn’t start

until 40. Before that, I was a druggy girl.

This was my last night of that kind

of good time. I worked as a teacher

abroad in Haiti, a co-worker, the

ugliest guy that I could think of

had a big crush on me.


Ext. Outside of Teacher’s home, Jacmel, Haiti, afternoon, twelve years ago

Ana Rogers (30s, a bit less together in manner and look) is sitting on the steps outside of a run-down boarding house. Lucas (30s, obese) walks up to the steps holding red hibiscus flowers and two beers. He sits on the steps handing Ana a beer and the flowers.



It’s so hot.

I thought you could use one.



That was sweet of you.



I always try to lend a helping hand.


Ana (chuckling)

Spoken like a boy scout.



Well, I am in some ways.


Ana (long silence as

She downs much of her beer)

Not in too many ways I hope.

Boy scouts bore the shit out of me.

That shouldn’t surprise you too much,

after I told you all the crazy shit I did.


Lucas smiles at Ana dreamy-eyed. Ana stands up.



Well, thank you again.

Have you seen Spence?


Lucas shrugs his shoulders.

Int. teacher’s home

Ana walks into the house carrying her beer and flowers. The house is a two story, sparsely decorated, several small rooms. Ana walks to the door nearest the stairs, Spencer’s; she knocks on Spencer’s door.



Hey hun, mind if I come in?


Spence (from behind the door)

Can’t right now, I have to work

on some things for tomorrow.


Cut to

Int. Spence’s Room, that moment

A candle illuminates the dark room. Spence (early 20s, East Indian) is staring into a rusted mirror practicing his lesson.



Okay elèv yo, Students, get your

liv, book. We are going to tradwi, translate.

The first word is (speaking slowly and carefully,

stumbling over the occasional Haitian word)

doubla, pain. The second word is

lopital, hospital. We have gone

through these many times. Dlo, water, okay?

Tanpri souple ede, please help.

If you pay attention in lekol,

school you gain konesans, knowledge.

Cut to

Ext. Spence’s outside classroom, next morning

Spencer’s classroom is an old canopy held up by large sticks. This functions as a school house. A prominent cross hangs from the back side of the canopy. There are 12 Haitian children (ages 4 to 8), sitting quietly, sharing three long, chipped, poorly-put together picnic tables. Spence has a backpack on and is standing in front of the children. Behind the group of children, observing Spence’s lesson, is Mr. Rekey (late 40s, long hair).  He has a poker face throughout.



Te pitit fi mwen mande pa pwofesè, teacher li nan

 non yon bagay enpòtan, important ke nou pa t

 'gen 10 zan de sa. She te entelijan. She reponn Me!

(Translation: My daughter was asked by

her teacher to name something important

that we did not have ten years ago. She

was smart. She said me.).  You can all

do enpòtan, important things.  You are

entelijan, smart, smart kids.


The children repeat the words important and smart as Spence says them. All the children clap when Spence finishes talking.

Cut to

Ext. Spence’s work, later

The children are gone. Mr. Rekey is standing next to Spence looking mighty displeased.


Mr. Rekey

We need to talk about

this whole approach of yours.

I am tremendously disappointed.


Cut to

Int. Witchdoctor’s waiting room, Jacmel, Haiti, next morning

Mr. Rekey is standing in a run-down waiting room holding an electronic translator in his hand. The witchdoctor (80s but spry, wearing long lab coat) enters and shakes Mr. Rekey’s hand and leads him into the exam room, a small room with an old exam table and a few chairs.


Mr. Rekey

Hello, how are you?


The witchdoctor smiles.



Mwen pa konnen (Translation:

I do not know.).


Mr. Rekey (not really listening)

Umm…yes? I heard from someone that

you sell any kind of medications.


Mr. Rekey pulls out a wad of small US bills.


Mr. Rekey

I need (he types a word into his

translator and looks at it) ti kras,

a little (he types another word and

looks at it) kokayin, drugs.

(He mimes sniffing coke)


The witchdoctor grabs the cash. He inspects it for a moment and then pockets it.

The witchdoctor nods.


Mr. Rekey (relieved)



Cut to

Ext. Lucas’ classroom---morning

The classroom is setup the same as Spence’s. Lucas has a knapsack over his shoulder. He is facing the eight or so children occupying the benches.


Lucas pulls a stuffed cat out of the knapsack. He holds it up for everyone to see. All look passively. As the children interact with the lesson, they seem bored.





Now you all remember that I

had a cat like this when I was little.

 Cat.  Can you say cat?  Cat.


Students (drone fashion)




His name was Pablo.

He was my best friend as a child.

(Incredulously) A cat as a best friend?



Students (drone fashion)



Lucas pulls out a plastic ice cream toy with cone from his bag.



Okay class. Ice cream is yummy. Ice cream


Students (drone fashion)

Ice cream.

Cut to

Ext. Same location, hours later

The children have left. Lucas is sitting on one of the benches chatting with Mr. Rekey.


Mr. Rekey

I think you run a fine class.

You got the total immersion thing down.

I’d have you show the newbie a few things,

but you both run classes at the same time.



Yeah, Spence?


Mr. Rekey (nodding)

I should not be telling you all

this, but he seems lost and slow, which

is a waste of time, wages and travel expenses.

He speaks their fucking language half the

time! I’m sure he will pick it up though

with close training. He better, we have

a six month contract on him. With my luck,

he will pick it up two weeks before he leaves.



Just glad I’m doing okay.


Mr. Rekey (reaching into his shirt pocket)

You are, and that is why you get a bonus.


Mr. Rekey hands Lucas the baggie of cocaine that he picked up from the witchdoctor.



Shit! Thanks how’d you get this?


Mr. Rekey

Some grinning bag of bones doctor

Who would do anything for the almighty

dollar, figured you could use a break.

She is a party girl. Not sure if

you know, a bit of coke of the

dick makes things go on longer. I’d

throw a shot into her myself if

I wasn’t so goddamn happily married.



To say the least, you

are the best boss ever!


Mr. Rekey pats Lucas on the shoulder then walks off. Lucas flashes back to something Ana said to him a few months ago.

Close up of Ana’s face.


I know how to have fun. Basically,

I’m a bit of a coke whore.


Cut to

Int. Teacher’s home, evening

Ana, Maggie (late 50s, frumpy), Spence and Lucas are gathered standing around a long table, picking at the food on the table. A Bon Voyage Ana sign is on the table. There is also a big bowl of unopened Little Debbie cupcakes, a pitcher of tea, an untouched basket of cornbread and a few bags of Doritos. Spence is conversing with Lucas and Ana is next to Maggie. Maggie eats a chip.



The comforts of home.


Ana (interrupting Spence and Lucas)

What is that stuff?



I got it at the bakery. It’s called Benitas

Pain de Mais, a filling cornbread.

It is eaten as a meal here.


Ana nods and tries a piece. Maggie makes a subtle ick face then puts an arm around Ana’s shoulder.



Members of the other house will be

here in a little over an hour and

I understand they are bringing booze.


Cut to

Int. doorway to Ana’s room, hours later

Lucas is knocking quietly.


Ana (from other side of door)



Ana opens the door and waves Lucas in. Both are standing, him at the door.


Lucas (excited)

Hope I did not wake you.  I was nervous

and couldn’t give you my gift in front

of everyone. I just wanted to show

you I like you and listen to you.


Ana (sleepily)

Huh? It’s okay. I wasn’t asleep.

Lucas fishes in his pants pocket and pulls out the baggie of cocaine.



Where did you ever…



(Interrupting) I have ways.

Was hoping we’d do it together.

I mean this in more ways than one

if I am not being too subtle.

This is your last night here after all.


Ana (slightly annoyed but fake pleasant)

Doggy, lights out, no touching.

Meet me in here, twenty minutes.


Cut to

Int. teacher’s house bathroom, a few moments later

Lucas is naked in the bathroom, illuminated only by a small flash light.  He has rubbed a bit of the cocaine onto his small member. It is flaccid, and he is getting nervous.



C’mon, this is my one chance.

Do not let me down.

Cut to:

Same location, a few moments later

Lucas is sitting on the commode looking utterly defeated. He turns off his flashlight. Ana knocks on the door.



Okay if I come in?





Ana comes in, turns a light on, sees Lucas sitting naked on the toilet, sees the baggie of cocaine sitting on the camping sink.



I was waiting for you.

Why don’t you stand up?


Lucas stands up, camera focuses on his upper half as Ana inspects the goods.



On your dick?



It’s supposed to help.



Ana (nodding)

Are you nervous, or are you cold?


Ana turns off the light and bends down to blow Lucas. In the dark, Ana makes sniffing sounds. Lucas moans.



You like your balls juggled?

That gets anyone going.


Within a few seconds, Lucas makes a loud climax sound.



It sure got you going.



Thank…thank you.


Ana turns on the light and grabs the cocaine off the sink.



And thank you for the gift.


Ana walks out the door.

Cut to

Int. back to Ana’s bedroom

Ana and Evelyn are cuddling in bed.



His was the smallest I ever encountered.

Like I said, I loved coke.



You must have.



To be fair, I just put my nose on

it and juggled a pair of balls.

(Both woman chuckle)

After that, I wanted to spend my

last hours there with Spence. He

was sincere and smart and kind.


Cut to

Int. Spence’s room, moments after Ana left the bathroom

Ana walks into Spence’s room. Spence is lying down on his small bed but sits up when Ana comes in. She smiles at him, white teeth in the dark. He motions for her to sit next to him, which she does.





Look what I found. Party time!

I had to go through a lot to get this.


Ana pulls the little baggie from her pocket. Spence looks at it with a half-smile and a bit of trepidation.



Rough day, you okay sweetie?

I know that I am going to

miss you the most of all.



Thanks, day could have gone better;

Mr. Rekey thinks I stink at this.



Funny since we all stunk when we started

except you.  I have seen how good you are. The

best advice I can give is do what he wants when

he is around and what you want when he’s not.


Spence (nodding)

That’s what I’ll do then.

Now to you, anything you want?


Ana (rubbing her fingers

through Spence’s hair)

I am leaving in eight hours, and

I just want to get us high and get laid.


Cut to

Int. airport women’s bathroom, next afternoon

Ana is stepping out of a stall when she begins to have a freak out. She begins to shake.  Her eyes turn yellow. She appears in a trance like state and makes guttural sounds unlike speech. A bathroom attendant sees Ana’s distress and runs to her. Ana grabs the woman and drags her into the stall.

The attendant screams.  Ana bangs the attendants head against the wall.

The attendant bleeds profusely. Ana stuffs the woman’s head into the toilet, causing the toilet water to spill out. Ana pulls the attendant’s head out of the toilet and falls back, slipping on the water and blood. Ana slams the back of her head against the bathroom door and is left unconscious.

Cut to

Int. airport women’s bathroom, moments later

Ana (clothes wet, unkempt) is coming to. Her head hurts. She groans. She looks around her, sees the dead bathroom attendant on the floor next to her.  Ana gets up. She picks up the dead woman and sits her on the toilet. Ana gingerly walks out of the stall. No one is around, and the mop bucket that the attendant must have brought in is by the sinks.

Ana grabs the mop bucket and drags it inside the stall she had just left. It is situated in a way that prevents the stall door from opening, making it seem occupied.

Ana quickly cleans up and walks out of the bathroom.

Cut to

Ext. Spence’s classroom, morning

Spence and Mr. Rekey are sitting on a bench before Spence’s class starts. Mr. Rekey has a gym whistle around his neck.


Mr. Rekey

I want you to not be nervous. You’re

already here, and there is no danger

of being fired, but I want you to take

my last notes very seriously. I could not

in good conscious recommend you for future work

unless you make a real effort to do better.


Spence (nodding)

I’ll do my best.


Mr. Rekey blows his whistle, and the children excitedly take their seats. Spence stands in front of the children and Mr. Rekey moves off to the side.


Spence (long sigh)

Okay class. We are going to focus on

English only. How are all of you?


The children stare and seem confused. Spence pulls a comb out of his pocket. He walks up to the nearest child, a six year old boy.


This is a comb, comb.


Spence combs the boy’s hair.



Comb is for…


Spence begins to have a freak out like Ana had. Mr. Rekey watches with a mix of concern and impatience.


Mr. Rekey

Are you alright

to move this along?


Spence forces the comb and his fingers into the boy’s mouth. He lifts him up in the air with that fist and tosses him to the ground.  Everyone, including the thrown boy, flees.

Mr. Rekey runs behind a nearby tree and begins frantically dialing his cell phone.


Mr. Rekey

Holy shit I…knew

this asshole couldn’t hack it.


Cut to

Int. back at Ana’s bedroom


And now the story moves forward by six years.



Wait! What?! People really died?

You killed people?



Yes because of a voodoo drug.

Don’t hold it against me or anything.



And what happened to Spence?



He killed Mr. Rekey and was killed

himself in a Haitian prison.



And Lucas?







I do not know. I know

that the program went under.

But I am sure he still teaches

abroad. I like to imagine he

is online doing small cock porn.


Evelyn (chuckling)

Okay, now you can continue.


Cut to

Int. Olivia’s bedroom, Modesto, CA---afternoon, 2009

Olivia (19, blonde, thin and tiny) sits on her king-sized bed next to her brother, Terry (25, dark hair, thin); maneki nekos and oversized pink pillows are all over the place.



So where is Butch?



He’s at church until seven.


Terry (surprised)

On a Wednesday?

What is that?



Some kind of youth group meeting,

 I already know you don’t approve.



Yes I do. Sure I do.

I mean I know he can be a drag.


But he’s really not.



I am going to make an effort

to get to know him. In fact, I came

here to invite you guys out to dinner.





Terry (nodding)

I read this book about those dicks at

Yale, the no means yes, yes means anal.

Men are scary out there. All of it makes

me glad that you’re into Mr. Wednesday church.



Olivia (all smiles)

Hey, that’s Mr. Sunday,

Wednesday, Thursday church to you.


Cut to

Int. church secretary’s house, Modesto CA, evening

The church secretary (60s, demure) sits on a recliner meeting with Hilary (20s, short, in work out outfit), Kate (teenage, in plain dress), Adam (20s, thin) and Brian (30s, chubby) who are sitting on an adjacent couch. The church secretary has some paperwork on her lap.


Church Secretary

I am glad everyone has their

passports and flight stuff in order.

I also want to mention that the dress

code is strict there. We are not there to distract.


Hilary shoots the secretary a dirty look.


Church Secretary

Oh yes, one thing left. Anyone want to upgrade

to the hotel option? (looking at a notepad)

300 more, you get a private room, breakfasts and

dinners in room, instead of the ten to a room

communal thing. Also, your free day is a

beach day; a beautiful beach is nearby.


No, I’m fine with the communal thing.


The secretary makes a note of Adam’s statement.



Is the hotel any safer?


Church Secretary

No, the translators are around.

The private bus is going to both locations.

Both areas are gated and no one is allowed

to travel outside before dawn or after dusk,

so you will all be safe from vampires.


Everyone laughs.



How many people are going

with the upgrade option?






Church Secretary

Under half and one from the Omaha

group. The pastor is going communal.

I’d go with it since it lends itself better

to the spirit of community support and

evangelical works that take up the week.

Sophie is the only one who needs

the hotel. She is taking her eight-year-old.



That kid can barely get through a service

without acting like a jackass.


Cut to

Int. Olivia’s bedroom---morning

Olivia is sitting on the bed. She is wearing shorts and dangling her legs next to Butch (18 but handsomely boyish) who is sitting Indian style on the floor. She bumps her feet into Butch’s belly. He flinches for a moment.



Sweets, would a leg

massage be out of the question?



Sure…with the precautions.

Butch goes off-screen for a moment and comes back with latex gloves and lotion on. He massages her legs slowly with an abundance of lotion.



I can only defend your oddities

To my brother so much, baby. Would be

nice to feel your hands on my skin sometimes.



I never mind the wait because

I know we will get there.



Time does have a way of flying;

the thought of you leaving seemed far off and

now…are you nervous about the flight?



I’m nervous about everything.

They need help though, a lot of help.



You and Pastor Don are the ones to do it.




If Im doing half of what he does

By his age, I’ll be happy.



I wonder what I will be doing at that age.



Not sure, but I know

you will be as alluring as ever.


Olivia moans with pleasure from the massage.



Maybe we should take a break.


Cut to

Int. Donald’s bedroom---evening

Donald (short, mid 70s) is packing clothes into a suitcase. His bedroom consists of a few paintings, a small bed and a desk with a record player on it. Next to the player is this record sleeve Albert Schweitzer: Bach Chorale, the record that plays through the scene.

After he nearly fills the suitcase, he puts his journal on top. On the cover of the journal is written Foreign Missionary Work: The Ravages Are Everywhere.

Cut to:

Ext. Haitian streets, morning, after the church group arrived

Pastor Don and a group of six (Butch, Brian, Kate, Hilary, Adam and a nameless local security person) are walking the streets of Haiti. The streets are empty outside of a few kids and transients.


Don (checking his watch)

Let’s not stray too far, twenty minutes guys.



It is…way too hot.


Pastor Don sees something up ahead and stops in his tracks. Everyone else sees as well and stops. Camera cuts to a dead body propped against a building. It is the charred remains of a  woman dressed in the nun’s outfit. The security person pulls everyone away from the scene, except Don who walks up to the body.


Adam (off-screen)

I’m pretty much scared shitless now.


Don (kneeling near the body)

To live in Christ is to die in glory.


Don walks back to the group.


Don (muttering)

Nuns are dying here.


Cut to

Int. back to Ana’s bedroom

The two are still in bed. Evelyn is sitting up with her bra on.


Evelyn (interrupting)

What is this about a dead nun?


I have a theory about that.

We will get there if you

stop interrupting.


Ana pokes at Evelyn playfully.

Cut to

Int. missionary campus room, evening

The room has ten beds, in two rows of 5. All the beds are small. There are two ceiling fans for the large room. Butch is sitting on his bed eating chips, facing an empty bed. Dale (late 30s, overweight) comes up to the empty bed holding his backpack, sits the backpack down, gives Butch a head nod of acknowledgment and sits on the bed.


Butch (shaking Dale’s hand)

My name is Butch.

Nice to see a new face.



Dale (a bit congested)

I am Dale. Thank you. You might

not think I am so nice after tonight. I

got moved from room B, terrible, noisy allergies.


Butch (laughing)

We sleep through anything on this side.

I almost missed breakfast yesterday.


Cut to:

Same location, hours later

Dale is sitting up coughing and Butch is lying down unable to sleep. Butch springs up, gets into his backpack (on the side of the bed) and hands Dale bottled water. Dale downs it.



Thank you.



No worries, so, since we are up,

what brought you to this place?



A lot of family stuff I guess.




Families can be tough.






Okay, does your family attend church?






Trips like this are the best for

getting over issues and shyness.

It’s all so humbling.


Cut to

Ext. Jacmel river, morning

A dozen Haitians, Butch, Pastor Don and four unnamed missionaries are standing by the riverside. The group is all dressed in white and singing or humming (in the case of the Americans) a secular tune in Haitian Creole. Pastor Don walks a few of the Haitians into the water and baptizes them. He walks those folks back and a few more follow.

Cut to

Ext. same location, afternoon

The baptism is done. The Haitians are gone. The missionaries are happily conversing with Don, except for Butch who is sitting under a nearby tree. Don notices, excuses himself from the group and squats down next to Butch.



Anything wrong Butch?



Hey pastor. No I was just thinking.



Oh, how’d today go for you?



Great, but you know how it is. I started

thinking about people who might not be

having this experience. I…


Don (interrupting)

It does not have to be like that.

Some advice, enjoy the good

as it is happening. The memories

are always a bit more hollow.



I will try.


Butch smiles an unconvincing smile.



Bah…go ahead, just spill it.





I’m worried about one of my roommates.



Just be there for him and pray.  

If you can help, do so, but don’t worry.

All worrying does is stress the worrier out

and ultimately annoy the pastor.


Don smiles as does Butch.

Cut to

Ext. Jacmel Park area, late afternoon

The sun is beating down at this park location. A boombox, next to a Styrofoam cooler, placed on a park bench is blasting hymns. There are about eleven Haitian citizens (eight women, three men), all dressed in out of fashion American summer clothing. Five missionaries are with them: Butch, Brian and Adam and a few females from the Omaha church. Everyone is dancing and a few are singing along in ostentatious fashion.

Everyone seems utterly enraptured in the music and dance. After some moments, Butch sits down exhausted. One of the Haitian men sees Butch resting. He goes to the cooler and gets Butch a bottle of water.

Cut to

Int. Witchdoctor’s kitchen---night

(Tight shot) The witchdoctor sits at a dirty sink. He is washing a bowl of fish guts. In view, near sink is a small glass bottle with a nasal spray lid top and a small wooden mallet.



Witchdoctor (to self)

Etranje fè mal fason Nan liv

(Translation: Strangers hurt our way of life.).


Cut to

Int. Missionary campus room, that evening

Butch is sitting up on his bed. Dale is sitting up on his. They were conversing, but Dale is in the middle of a coughing fit while Butch looks on.



I mostly stayed in today, the air.

I handed out supplies though, felt nice.





Butch hands Dale a small paper bag. Dale opens it to find the small glass bottle with the nasal spray lid the witchdoctor was putting together.



Speaking of handing out supplies, I

found a doctor’s office near the park.

He gave me this stuff for allergies.



Dale (big smile)

Thank you very much. This will be

my first time with foreign medicine.

Maybe now I can enjoy our free day tomorrow.


Dale inhales a bit of the medicine.

Cut to

Int. same location, hours later

Dale is coughing. Butch is awake.



If you like, we can talk to that doctor

tomorrow, see if I communicated something

incorrectly or if you need other medicine.




Sure, may as well.


Cut to:

Int. Missionary campus room, next morning

Dale (dressed in Hawaiian shirt and shorts) is sitting on his bed putting his shoes on. Butch (dress shirt, slacks) is standing next to him. Butch is holding a bible.



After we get you some more medicine,

a few of us are going to visit a woman

who lost her child last night, comfort

her. You are welcome to join.



I…it’s…I think I will pass.


Butch (disappointed)

Understandable. I am just trying to

squeeze every bit of help I can

out of this trip.



I’m just too exhausted.



I understand.


Cut to:

Int. Witchdoctor’s waiting room, a bit later

Dale and Butch are sitting out in the witchdoctor’s sparse waiting room. Butch is holding his bible and the medicine bottle. There is nothing out there to jointly occupy them, and they twiddle their thumbs for a moment before Butch digs into his bible.

The witchdoctor comes out of his exam room, spots Butch. Butch and Dale stand up. Butch steps up offering the witchdoctor the medicine bottle.



The medicine does not work. I…


The witchdoctor is not really listening. He grabs Butch and forcefully pushes him toward the door.



Kite! Kite!

(Translation: Leave! Leave)


Butch (frantic)

What kite? Listen I don’t…


The witchdoctor is holding his front door open, motioning for Butch to leave. Butch calls out to a startled Dale.



Do what you can. I guess.

I will be outside.




Butch steps out the door. The witchdoctor motions for Dale to follow him into the exam room. He does; a radio in the room plays tin pan alley music; the witchdoctor locks the door and begins searching through his desk drawers. Camera stays on the witchdoctor as Dale stands off-screen.



Se ke yon zanmi? Mwen te

sove ou  pou kounye a. (Translation:

Was that a friend? I have

saved you, for now)


The witchdoctor has his back to Dale. He finds his handgun, as he is making sure it is loaded, he looks to his side at Dale who has turned. Dale reaches for the witchdoctor; the witchdoctor drops his gun and runs toward the door with Dale following. The door is unlocked and opened. The witchdoctor makes a run for it. He gets as far as opening the front door. Dale backhands him and knocks him outside.

Ext. Outside witchdoctor’s office

A few people outside scatter as the witchdoctor comes flying out of his doorway. The witchdoctor hits the ground with a thud and is knocked unconscious. Butch is dumbfounded watching this scene from across the street.



Dale are you okay?

What is going on?


Dale picks up the witchdoctor, stands him up and snaps his neck.

Butch flips through his bible looking for something that might help. He is crying a few fearful tears. Dale drops the witchdoctor’s dead body and starts moving toward Butch who is half scanning the book, half keeping an eye on Dale’s movements.

When Dale gets very close, Butch closes his bible and throws it at Dale, knocking him out cold.



Thank you God!


Cut to

Int. back to Ana’s bedroom

Ana, in bra and thong, walks back into the room with a cup of water that she hands to Evelyn.



Before you ask, I talked to Pastor

Don recently, he is retired and well.

Dale is in prison, and Butch is saddest

of all. He went to dinner with Terry and

Olivia when he got back. They all died,

in a bad freeway accident. You cannot

make the endings you want in nonfiction.



And your theory about the nun?



The nun, let me go back to just a bit

before the missionaries arrived in Haiti.

A filmmaker named Nick McCougle, you may

remember him from the 90s, kind of a low-

rent Huell Howser type. He went to Haiti

to make a film about poverty, meet a hot girl

there and ended up shooting Haitian porn

for audiences all over the internet. He is

considered missing so all this is speculation.


Cut to

Int. Witchdoctor’s exam room, morning

Close up of Mika’s (tall, twenty-something, lovely Haitian) naked butt as she puts her pants back on. She is dressed in gaudy hooker clothes. Medium shot, the witchdoctor grins at Mika and hands her a paper bag.



medikaman sa a se yo dwe

fwote sou zòn nan ki enfekte

(Translation: This medicine

is to be rubbed on

the infected area.).



Bagay sa yo rive

san patipri souvan

(Translation: These things

happen fairly often.).


Witchdoctor (smiling)


(Translation: Yes?)


Mika (nodding)

Ah Epitou, fiyanse m 'ap

fin granmoun. Ou gen Viagra

(Translation: My fiancée is old.

Do you have erection medicine?)?



The witchdoctor nods.

Cut to:

Int. Nick’s bedroom, late evening

Nick, (60s, fat) in bathrobe, stands at the back wall holding two glasses of champagne. He is standing to the side of a large framed film poster. The poster reads HURRICANE DEVASTATION: THE MOVIE and features a cheap graphic of Nick standing in a cartoonish cyclone holding an umbrella. Nick walks over to the bed. The large bed is adorned with red pillows and red silk sheets. The mosquito netting over the bed is red also. Mika is behind the netting, wearing a nightie.  Nick joins Mika sitting next to her on the bed and handing her a glass of champagne. They clink glasses and kiss before downing a single drop.



Did you take garlic pill?


Nick nods.



Go ahead.


Both down the champagne. Nick gets up to put the glasses away. He comes back a moment later with holding an expensive looking necklace. He puts it on Mika. She smiles brightly.







Another year, another bauble; we survived

an earthquake, lived large in a place stricken

with poverty that I (laughs) originally came

here to document. Still no chance you want to

to come to the United States? I know your

answer, still like to pose the question sometimes.


Mika starts rubbing Nick’s back.



A man like you has to be a big fish

because you are a big man. This is the money.

We add authentic outside scenery and people.

And we have something no one else has and

for less money than anyone else is spending.


Nick (giving a look of admiration)

I was drowning before I met you.

I had a hag wife, earnest documentaries. Oh

spoke to your doctor, in as much as we could

understand one another. I’ll be right back.


Nick leaves for a moment and comes back with a paper sack that he hands to Mika. She looks through it, a prodigious number of little baggies of cocaine.

Mika (surprised)

He sold you these?


Nick (nods)

Practically gave them to me. My language

skills are poor, but I think he thought

I worked for some teaching program.

I went with his assumptions. I heard

this stuff is a numbing agent for dicks.



We shall have to see tomorrow.


Mika pulls her nightie down, exposing her breasts.



Does this mean no blue pills?



This means only for us.



Did you take one earlier?


Nick nods.


It’s working?


Nick nods. Mika lies down and pulls Nick on top of her.

Cut to:

Int. Nick’s ballroom, morning

Nick and Mika (both dressed comfortably, Nick in a bathrobe) are sitting on chairs in the middle of a large ballroom. A plush pink couch is several feet in front of them. Camera equipment is set up to shoot the couch. A young Haitian man dressed like a genie (a gold turban, red parachute pants) is laying on the couch as a young Haitian woman, dressed in rags, stands to the side of him.


Nick (whispering to Mika)

I think you know what I am about

to say. I am super hard right now.



This tends to happen right before a shoot.



You know how fickle the natural ones are.

Let’s take care of it (To the actors). 10

minit tout moun (Translation 10 minutes everyone).


Nick and Mika walk hurriedly toward a nearby door. Mika goes through the door. Nick, right before he can enter, is accosted by an old gentleman who walks up behind him.


Old Gentleman

You bezwen peye m 'yo (Translation:

You need to pay me).



Jesus, now?


Nick frantically pats himself down, realizing he doesn’t have pockets except for one at the front of his robe. He reaches in and pulls out a small cocaine baggie.


Nick (handing off the baggie)

Sa a pral dwe fè (Translation:

This will have to do.).


Nick goes into the bedroom. The old gentleman looks at the baggie with some confusion.


Ext. Alleyway, sometime later

The old gentleman is putting some coin in his pocket and quickly leaving the alleyway. Behind him, the buyer of the drug is sniffing the merchandise. The buyer looks up and sees something that alarms him.

Cut to:

Int. Jacmel Prison cell, next day

Three inmates, the buyer and two impoverished souls (one tall, one medium height,) are tightly squeezed into the cell. [It is important to note in Haiti, the average cell space per prisoner is 0.42 meters square. That’s less than the amount of space you’d need to stand up and swing your arms around. Imagine living with three other people at that distance from you, sleeping in shifts because you can’t all lie down at the same time.]. The buyer is being smacked around by the shorter of the two inmates while the taller man looks on. The buyer begins to have a freak out. He begins to shake at which point the shorter inmate backs off a bit. His eyes turn yellow. He appears in a trance like state and makes guttural sounds.

This should all be shot in a herky-jerky Ping-Pong manner. The shorter inmate watches the freak out thoughtfully. The tall man falls to his knees in prayer.


Shorter Cellmate

Mwen twò gen kriz (Translation:

I too have seizures.).


Though it is hard to maneuver in that cell, the buyer manages to grab hold of and rip the throat out of the standing cellmate.

The buyer discards the piece of throat by throwing it at praying inmate who recoils in disgust. He begins to lift the taller man into the air and is shot dead by a guard who comes upon the scene.

Cut to

Int. Nick’s ballroom, morning

Nick is dressed as a bishop. The room is full of gold trays; lit candles are placed on the trays. The camera is set up in the center of the room. The only other person on set is a young Haitian actress dressed like a nun.  Nick steps behind the camera. The woman is standing in front of a tray full of candles and two large windows.  The woman begins to have a freak out similar to the man in the jail cell earlier. She falls back and is covered in flames. Nick looks shaky but seems mesmerized to be catching this suffering on camera. The actress jumps through the window, glass shatters everywhere.

Ext. Jacmel alley, weeks later

Nick sees a tattered homeless man in an alley. He offers him a few bucks. He then walks him out of the alley.

Cut to

Int. Nick’s guest room, a bit later

The homeless man is devouring a sandwich at a table. Nick pours some of the witchdoctor’s drug into a bottle of beer that he then hands to the homeless man; the man happily chugs the beer.

Cut to

Int. nondescript room in Nick’s house, next day

This room has no furniture. There are a few film cameras at the back wall pointed toward the center of the room. There is also a tall rather large cage against the back wall next to the cameras. Mika and Nick are at the center of the room conversing with the homeless man from earlier (dressed in new clothes) and another lanky bearded man.


Mika (reassured)

Jis kanpe isit la. Nou pral fim

(Translation: Just stand here and we will film.).


The men nod but stand around looking confused. Mika and Nick go into the large cage, causing the men to look even more confused.




And action.


The men stand around for a moment or two then the homeless man from the previous day starts to turn. He becomes violent and throws the other man onto the ground. He climbs on top of the man and breaks his arm. He bites his ear off.

Cut to:

Int. nondescript hotel bedroom, Bolivia, months later, morning

An elderly woman in a wheelchair is next to the hotel bed. A short old man is sitting on the bed. Both are staring into the red light of a film camera placed on top of the television. The woman’s eyes begin to change color. She begins to shake. She has turned. The man seems concerned for her and places his hands on her. She locks her teeth on his hand, not letting go. He is getting up off the bed and pulling her with him, out of her chair. He trips. She unclamps her jaw, spits some finger and skin out of her mouth and climbs on top of the horrified man. She bites his jugular. Much blood spurts out.


Ana (voice over)

Once they figured out what the stuff did,

they found out about the large snuff film market.

Mika found the doctor’s notes and made more medicine.


Nick enters the scene coming in from the bathroom. The old woman looks up; the noise of the door has got her attention. Nick shoots her in the head with a handgun.

Cut to

Int. back at Ana’s bedroom

The ladies are back to cuddling as Ana finishes her story.


And what makes you think all

that stuff about snuff films is possible?


Ana gets up, gets her laptop, turns it on and goes to a favorited video.



Watch this.


Five seconds of the Bolivian woman turning and attacking plays on the screen. After the video is over, Ana closes the laptop.



And that is where my story ends.



That story was even better than sex!



Maybe we should do it again then.


The ladies start making out under the covers.

Fade to black




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