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Mars 2140 (5)

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{INT. JEEP – DAY}

BOLAJI
I think they’re afraid of us and what we can do.
(Aarav and Mark laugh loudly)
Hey, dudes, now see;
(Aarav and Mark listen to him)
They brought corruption to us, we did it better than them. They show us how to scam, we become their nightmare in that. They brought Christianity to us, we show them how it is done. Now, I think they’re scared for bringing science to us!

MARK
(nods)
Nigerians.

BOLAJI
I think you’re wishing to become one of us.

MARK
No way, give me your women and I’ll think about your proposal.
(Bolaji smiles)

AARAV
(to Mark)
Dude! Are you a womanizer?

MARK
The Christian boy is talking.

AARAV
Whatever

{EXT. SURFACE LAND}

SUSAN
I’m running low on oxygen, Robert.

ROBERT
Shit!

SUSAN
Let’s go back.

ROBERT
(into the radio)
Brian, any message from earth concerning this mission?

BRIAN (V.O)
(over the radio)
We’re not done yet.

ROBERT
No, I mean this black mission.

BRIAN (V.O)
(over the radio)
Nope.

SUSAN
Listen, it could be a good mission.

ROBERT
We need to know about it.

SUSAN
Why?

ROBERT
What if something wrong has happened back home and these guys are here to terrorize this place?

SUSAN
No one has sent any negative info from earth.

ROBERT
Well, let’s go back to the station but I’ll have to come for them later.

SUSAN
What are you going to do with them?

ROBERT
Report any suspicious activity, Susan.

SUSAN
You’re a reporter now?

ROBERT
That’s right. Or, what do you think we’re doing here? We do some findings and report to earth.

SUSAN
All right, I got it. But we have our mission, let’s stay focus. If they do anything, we’ll handle it.

{EXT. LANDED SITE}

The Nigerian workers are unrolling flexible glass-like (transparent) materials all in a five hundred square kilometres wide area.

Excavators are digging gutters toward the Northern polar cap while some people are connecting pipes in the gutters.

Some men are planting algae, crops, and many species of plants and half-grown trees.

{EXT. SURFACE LAND – NIGHT}

Bolaji, Mark, Aarav and Barima are sitting on benches; around a flame supplied with a small oxygen tank.

MARK
I miss home.

AARAV
I think we all do.

MARK
And, I miss the taste of a woman’s lips.

BOLAJI
Don’t worry guys, very soon everything will be okay.

AARAV
You sound as if everything has been taken care of.

BOLAJI
Yeah, everything has been taken care of.

MARK
Hmm!

BOLAJI
Just hold on
(into the radio)
Tari?

TARI (V.O)
(over the radio)
Yes, sir.

BOLAJI
Stay focus, work on the berg before my arrival, we’re close. Okay?

AARAV
We’re going back to the camp? Thank God!

TARI (V.O)
(over the radio)
All right, sir.

BOLAJI
Done, right?

TARI (V.O)
(over the radio)
Yeah, almost.

BOLAJI
Hurry up, I’ll be there in the morning.

TARI (V.O)
(over the radio)
All right, sir.

AARAV
It’s been thirty days now. We should start studying the planet.

BOLAJI
What? Study?

AARAV
Yeah, study!

BOLAJI
Leave that to NASA.

AARAV
How do you plan to make it habitable?

BOLAJI
We need to spend days on Mars, gather experience on how life would be like on here, etcetera, etcetera! So, relax.

Aarav and Mark slightly glance at each other.

MARK
That reminds me,
(to Bolaji)
What are the guys in the camp doing back there?

BOLAJI
Believe me, everything was calculated to finish in seventy days, but he’s been sending me signals about some challenges facing them. So,
(nods)
Yeah.

AARAV
(looks at Mark)
Was that the answer you were expecting?

MARK
(to Aarav)
Did you understand anything he said?

BOLAJI
Ha! That’s Nigerian way of answering questions.

MARK
What do you mean?

BOLAJI
Using question to answer a question.

MARK
We better head back there, I want to know what’s going on.

AARAV
Yeah.

BOLAJI
Please, guys, trust me! Let’s go back there on my terms.

MARK
You got it.

AARAV
(nods)
Okay.

{INT. JEEP – DAY}

Barima is driving, Mark rests his head on the door of the car, Aarav is whistling, and Bolaji opens liquid chocolate from its pack.

AARAV
(whistles and sings)
Roaming about
(whistles)
In a dry desert land,
(whistles)
Walking far away from home,
(whistles)
On a senseless mission led by crazy men.

BOLAJI
Hahaha!

AARAV
Hey, don’t interrupt me.

BOLAJI
You didn’t tell me you were a music teacher.

AARAV
Haha, I love the tune!

BOLAJI
Not your composition?

AARAV
Uh, yeah.

BOLAJI
It sounds very nice. I love the way you sang it!

AARAV
That’s my composition, I just made it up here.

MARK
(giggles)
Stupid.

BOLAJI
(to Mark)
Thank you! The tune is horrible.

MARK
I’m not surprised, that’s the Indian’s way of singing.

AARAV
Jesus Christ! You guys are bullocks!
(a surprised look comes over Barima)
Well, except the driver.
(Barima smiles)
I think you are envying my country. We’re the best musicians on earth!

MARK
(exhales)
Indians.

BOLAJI
Why is your name not on the list of the top ten most successful musician on earth?

AARAV
Does that matter?

MARK
Yes, it does, dude.

AARAV
Whatever
(whistles)

BOLAJI
(pours the chocolate on his palm and leaks it)
Hmm! Sweet!

MARK
Disgusting.

AARAV
I don’t see any reason why you’ll eat chocolate on your bare hands.

BOLAJI
Come on, I’m an African!
(Aarav and Mark glance at each other)
I know you don’t like…
(suddenly, one tyre of the car runs upon a hole and cause a short turbulent disturbance in the car)

AARAV
(to Barima)
Dude, didn’t you see the hole to turn around it?

MARK
Nigerians!

BOLAJI
He’s been infected with Indian hemp.

MARK
Hahaha!

AARAV
I’m just speechless.

BARIMA
Sorry, sir, it was covered with dust.

BOLAJI
(to Aarav)
You don’t have anything to say.

MARK
That doesn’t seem like a small hole to me.

BOLAJI
(to Barima)
Stop the car, turn around to that spot!

BARIMA
All right, sir.
(reverses the car)

AARAV
Is that the way to the landed site?

MARK
Shut up, dude, aren’t you the one who came here to learn?

AARAV
That’s a good point.
(Bolaji sighs)

CONTINUE…