BIG MAMAM MUSCLE- HEROINE OF HARLEM 4

"ANOTHER EVICTION"
HARLEM, NEW YORK - 1970 - EARLY EVENING
A wah-wah guitar riffs through the soundtrack.
The sun begins sinking behind brick buildings.
Neon signs flicker to life.
Soul music spills from open apartment windows.
A battered Chevrolet cruises slowly down Lenox Avenue.
Children finish stickball games before supper.
Harlem is settling into the evening.
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INT. LORETTA'S APARTMENT
A modest third-floor apartment.
Bookshelves.
Newspapers.
Community center files stacked across a small desk.
Photographs of neighborhood events cover the walls.
A radio quietly plays Curtis Mayfield.
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Loretta Jackson enters.
Tired from a long day.
But her mind remains busy.
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She sets down her purse.
Removes her earrings.
Sits briefly on the edge of her bed.
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The conversation with Reverend Cross keeps replaying in her head.
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CROSS (MEMORY) Families bein' pressured out of their homes.
Threats.
Intimidation.
Illegal evictions.
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Loretta shakes her head.
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LORETTA Ain't right.
Not one bit.
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She stands.
Walks to the window.
Looks out across Harlem.
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Streetlights glow below.
Working people return home.
Children laugh from nearby fire escapes.
A couple dances to music playing from an apartment radio.
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This is her neighborhood.
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And somebody is trying to prey on it.
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A determined smile appears.
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LORETTA Guess it's Big Mama time.
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THE CHANGE
The music intensifies.
Funk horns join the soundtrack.
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Moments later—
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Big Mama Muscle stands before the mirror.
Seven feet tall.
Powerfully built.
Her gleaming ebony muscular frame clad in a black string bikini.
Large gold hoop earrings catch the light.
A thick glossy black afro frames her face.
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She rolls her shoulders.
Checks her bracelets.
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Then grins.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Let's go educate some fools.
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EXT. HARLEM ROOFTOPS - EVENING
A silhouette appears atop a rooftop.
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Big Mama Muscle.
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She sprints forward.
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Leaping effortlessly between buildings.
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Water towers.
Fire escapes.
Rooftop antennas.
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Harlem stretches beneath her.
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The giant heroine moves through the city like a shadow.
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EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING
An aging brick apartment building.
Several frightened residents stand outside.
Suitcases.
Boxes.
Furniture stacked on the sidewalk.
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Three large thugs are forcing a family toward the street.
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A frightened elderly woman clutches her purse.
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ELDERLY WOMAN You can't do this!
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THUG #1 Lady, we already did.
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Laughter.
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One thug shoves another box off the front steps.
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The residents look helpless.
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Then—
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A shadow falls across them.
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The thugs slowly turn.
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Big Mama Muscle lands in the middle of the street.
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The impact shakes the pavement.
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She rises to her full height.
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Her bare calloused ebony feet planted firmly on the asphalt.
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The neighborhood immediately erupts.
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KID It's Big Mama Muscle!
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WOMAN You tell 'em, Big Mama!
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The thugs suddenly look less confident.
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THE CONFRONTATION
THUG #1 Aw hell.
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Big Mama cracks her knuckles.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Y'all got two choices.
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The thugs stare.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Walk away.
Or fly away.
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The crowd laughs.
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The thugs don't.
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THUG #2 Get her!
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THE FIGHT
The first thug charges.
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Big Mama sidesteps.
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A quick punch sends him sprawling across a parked car.
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The crowd cheers.
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CROWD YEAHHHH!
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A second attacker rushes forward.
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Big Mama catches him by the wrist.
Spins him.
Deposits him harmlessly into a pile of garbage cans.
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CRASH!
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The final thug swings wildly.
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Big Mama ducks.
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Then delivers a quick kick that sends him tumbling backward onto the sidewalk.
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Silence.
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The entire fight took less than a minute.
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THE HERO
Big Mama stands over the defeated gang.
Hands on hips.
Heroic.
Unshaken.
Unstoppable.
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The residents cheer.
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ELDERLY WOMAN Thank you, Big Mama!
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Ma'am, nobody pushes good folks outta their home while Big Mama's around.
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More cheers.
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THE POLICE ARRIVE
Police sirens approach.
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Several squad cars pull up.
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Uniformed officers emerge.
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They immediately begin arresting the defeated criminals.
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One officer shakes his head.
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OFFICER Every time.
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Another officer glances toward Big Mama Muscle.
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Then looks again.
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And again.
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The towering heroine stands nearly a head taller than everyone around her.
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The officers seem unable to stop staring.
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OFFICER #2 Every single time I see her.
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OFFICER #1 You ain't gotta tell me.
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Big Mama rolls her eyes.
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FINAL IMAGE
The residents celebrate.
Children gather around.
Families move their belongings back inside.
The neighborhood has won another small battle.
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Big Mama Muscle smiles.
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But as the crowd cheers, a thought returns.
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Riverside Warehouse.
The trap.
The manipulation.
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Tonight she saved a family.
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That felt good.
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But somewhere in Harlem—
Someone is still pulling the strings.
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And Big Mama Muscle intends to find out who.
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FADE OUT.
END SCENE

"CROSS THE SAVIOR"
HARLEM, NEW YORK - 1970 - THE NEXT MORNING
A soulful brass section blasts through the soundtrack.
The neighborhood is buzzing.
Children play on the sidewalks.
Men gather outside barbershops discussing last night's excitement.
Women lean from apartment windows sharing the latest gossip.
Everywhere there is only one topic.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE.
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EXT. HARLEM APARTMENT BUILDING
The same building saved from eviction the previous evening.
Families move furniture back inside.
Residents smile and laugh.
The mood is celebratory.
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A newspaper boy runs down the sidewalk.
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NEWSPAPER BOY Extra! Extra!
Big Mama saves another family!
Read all about it!
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Several people purchase copies immediately.
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EXT. STREET CORNER
A small crowd has gathered.
At the center stands:
REVEREND CROSS.
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As always he is impeccably dressed.
A charcoal-gray three-piece suit.
Polished black shoes.
Silk tie.
Gold watch.
Perfect smile.
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Photographers snap pictures.
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Neighborhood leaders stand beside him.
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Reporters scribble notes.
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The Reverend looks every inch Harlem's most respected citizen.
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THE PRESS EVENT
Cross stands before several microphones.
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Behind him are the families who nearly lost their homes.
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The cameras flash.
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Cross raises his hands.
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CROSS Brothers and sisters...
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The crowd quiets immediately.
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CROSS Harlem showed its strength again last night.
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Applause.
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CROSS When good people stand together, no bully can break this community.
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More applause.
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Cross looks toward the rescued families.
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CROSS These families belong here.
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Cheers erupt.
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CROSS And so long as I'm breathing...
I'll keep fighting for Harlem.
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The crowd loves it.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE PRAISED
A reporter raises a hand.
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REPORTER Reverend Cross, what's your opinion of Big Mama Muscle's actions?
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The crowd immediately becomes excited.
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Cross smiles warmly.
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Exactly as planned.
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CROSS I think Harlem owes that woman a debt of gratitude.
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More applause.
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CROSS While many people talk...
Big Mama Muscle acts.
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The applause grows louder.
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Across the street, several children cheer.
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KID Big Mama's the coolest!
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Cross nods in agreement.
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CROSS She's protected innocent people again and again.
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A pause.
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CROSS And I pray God continues watching over her.
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The crowd practically erupts.
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CROSS'S MASK
Outwardly he appears sincere.
Genuine.
Supportive.
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Internally—
He's calculating every reaction.
Every cheer.
Every smile.
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Cross already knows something most of Harlem doesn't.
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Heroes like being appreciated.
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Heroes like being admired.
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Heroes become comfortable when they think they're winning.
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And comfortable heroes make mistakes.
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INT. COMMUNITY CENTER
Later.
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Loretta Jackson reads the newspaper.
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A front-page photograph shows Reverend Cross standing beside the families.
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Another picture shows residents celebrating Big Mama Muscle's rescue.
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Loretta can't help smiling.
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LORETTA Well alright now.
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Several coworkers gather around.
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SECRETARY Harlem loves Big Mama.
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LORETTA Can't blame 'em.
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The secretary laughs.
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SECRETARY You sound proud.
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LORETTA Maybe I am.
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The room laughs.
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EXT. STREET OUTSIDE COMMUNITY CENTER
Cross climbs into a waiting Cadillac.
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The smiling public figure vanishes the instant the door closes.
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The warm expression disappears.
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The calculating strategist returns.
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Cross studies the newspaper.
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Specifically the headline praising Big Mama Muscle.
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A faint smile crosses his face.
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CROSS Enjoy it.
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The driver glances in the mirror.
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DRIVER Sir?
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Cross folds the newspaper.
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CROSS Nothing.
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A pause.
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CROSS Just admiring a very useful situation.
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The Cadillac pulls away.
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CROSS'S PERSPECTIVE
Outside the tinted window, Harlem rolls past.
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Children laughing.
Families smiling.
Store owners opening for business.
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And somewhere out there—
Big Mama Muscle.
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Growing more confident.
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Growing more popular.
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Growing exactly the way Cross wants her to grow.
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Because every victory she celebrates...
Keeps her looking at the wrong enemy.
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FINAL IMAGE
The crowd continues celebrating yesterday's rescue.
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Families shake hands.
Children play.
Neighbors smile.
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Harlem sees two heroes.
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Reverend Cross.
And
Big Mama Muscle.
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Only the audience understands the truth.
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One genuinely wants to save Harlem.
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The other wants to own it.
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And the trap around Harlem's greatest heroine is slowly closing.
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FADE OUT.
END SCENE

"SILK'S INFORMATION"
HARLEM, NEW YORK - 1970 - NIGHT
A hard-driving funk groove pounds through the soundtrack.
Neon signs glow against the darkness.
Streetlights reflect off parked Cadillacs and Chevrolets.
Soul music spills from apartment windows.
The energy of Harlem remains alive long after sunset.
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INT. LORETTA'S APARTMENT
The city lights shine through the curtains.
A radio plays quietly in the background.
Loretta Jackson stands beside her bedroom mirror.
The events of the past few days weigh heavily on her thoughts.
Riverside Warehouse.
The trap.
The humiliation.
The illegal evictions.
Reverend Cross's concerns.
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She folds her arms.
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LORETTA Somebody's pushin' folks around.
And somebody thinks nobody's gonna do nothin' about it.
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A determined smile forms.
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LORETTA That's where Big Mama comes in.
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THE CHANGE
Moments later—
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Big Mama Muscle stands before the mirror.
Seven feet tall.
Powerfully built.
Confident.
Her glossy black afro frames her face.
Gold hoop earrings glint under the apartment light.
Her black string bikini contrasts against her powerful ebony physique.
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She nods to herself.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Time to go collect some answers.
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EXT. HARLEM ROOFTOPS - NIGHT
Funk music intensifies.
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Big Mama Muscle moves across Harlem's rooftops.
Leaping between buildings.
Crossing fire escapes.
Moving quickly through the night.
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The city stretches endlessly around her.
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Somewhere below—
Leroy "Silk" Baptiste is working.
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And he always knows something.
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EXT. SILK'S NIGHTCLUB
A large neon sign glows above the entrance.
People line up outside.
Music thunders through the walls.
Luxury cars crowd the curb.
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The hottest club in Harlem.
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INT. SILK'S NIGHTCLUB
The place is packed.
Colored lights sweep over the dance floor.
A live band blasts soul music from the stage.
Patrons laugh.
Dance.
Drink.
Celebrate.
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Then the front doors open.
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The room immediately notices.
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Big Mama Muscle strides inside.
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Conversations stop.
Music continues.
But dozens of heads turn.
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People whisper.
Point.
Smile.
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PATRON Big Mama's in the house.
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ANOTHER PATRON Now this night got interestin'.
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SILK'S TABLE
In a private corner booth sits:
LEROY "SILK" BAPTISTE.
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Perfect suit.
Wide lapels.
Gold jewelry.
Easy smile.
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Two young women sit beside him.
Both dressed in fashionable 1970 styles.
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Silk spots Big Mama Muscle approaching.
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His grin widens.
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SILK Now look what the evening brought me.
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Big Mama Muscle stops before the table.
Hands on hips.
Completely unimpressed.
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The two women look her up and down.
Neither appears particularly pleased by the attention she's receiving.
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WOMAN #1 Everybody gotta stop the party.
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WOMAN #2 Ain't that somethin'.
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Silk chuckles.
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SILK Ladies, that's Big Mama Muscle.
The whole neighborhood knows Big Mama Muscle.
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BUSINESS
Big Mama Muscle leans slightly forward.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Save the charm, Silk.
I'm workin'.
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Silk laughs.
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SILK That's my favorite version of you.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Then listen close.
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Her voice lowers.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Families are being pushed outta their homes.
Somebody's behind it.
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The smile fades from Silk's face.
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He knows exactly what she's talking about.
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SILK Harlem talkin' about that all week.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE I ain't interested in rumors.
I want names.
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THE WARNING
Big Mama Muscle folds her arms.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE And if your name shows up anywhere in this business—
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Silk immediately puts both hands up.
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SILK Whoa now.
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The surrounding patrons watch nervously.
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SILK You wound me, Big Mama.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Try answerin' the question.
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A pause.
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Silk studies her carefully.
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Then nods.
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THE LEAD
SILK You wanna know who keeps showin' up every time somebody gets pressured?
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Yeah.
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SILK Victor Sloane.
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The name immediately grabs her attention.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE You sure?
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SILK As sure as I am standin' here.
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He leans closer.
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SILK Property deals.
Collection crews.
Muscle men.
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A pause.
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SILK Sloane's fingerprints all over it.
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Big Mama Muscle processes the information.
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It fits.
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Too well.
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SILK'S ADVICE
SILK Word of advice.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Didn't ask for one.
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SILK I'm givin' it anyway.
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A grin.
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SILK Victor Sloane ain't the sort of man who likes visitors.
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Big Mama Muscle smiles.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Then he ain't gonna enjoy meetin' me.
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Several nearby patrons laugh.
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Silk shakes his head.
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SILK One day your confidence gonna get you in trouble.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Maybe.
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She turns toward the exit.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE But tonight it's gonna get Victor Sloane.
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FINAL IMAGE
Big Mama Muscle strides back through the nightclub.
The crowd parts before her.
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Silk watches from his booth.
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His smile slowly fades.
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He has given her exactly what she wanted.
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A name.
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Victor Sloane.
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And as Big Mama Muscle disappears into the Harlem night—
She becomes more convinced than ever she is closing in on the mastermind behind Harlem's troubles.
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Exactly as someone intended.
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FADE OUT.
END SCENE
"THE WRONG ENEMY"
HARLEM, NEW YORK - 1970 - NIGHT
A hard funk rhythm pounds through the soundtrack.
Bass guitar.
Brass section.
Wah-wah guitar.
The heartbeat of Harlem after dark.
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EXT. HARLEM STREETS
Neon signs glow above storefronts.
A purple Cadillac rumbles past a crowded nightclub.
Soul music pours from open windows.
People crowd sidewalks despite the late hour.
The neighborhood never truly sleeps.
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Above it all—
A massive shadow races across the rooftops.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE.
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Seven feet tall.
Powerfully built.
A gleaming ebony giantess against the night sky.
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Her glossy black afro catches the moonlight.
Gold hoop earrings swing as she moves.
Her black silk string bikini contrasts sharply against her powerful physique.
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She leaps easily from one rooftop to the next.
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Victor Sloane.
That's the name occupying her thoughts.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Alright, Sloane.
Let's see what you're hidin'.
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EXT. ABANDONED TENEMENT BUILDING
Several blocks away.
A decaying building sits behind a chain-link fence.
Broken windows.
Boarded entrances.
No tenants.
No activity.
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At least that's what it appears to be.
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Several armed men stand guard.
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Big Mama Muscle observes from a nearby rooftop.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Looks mighty busy for an abandoned buildin'.
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She drops from the roof.
Landing lightly in an alley.
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Then starts toward the building.
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THE GUARDS
One guard notices movement.
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GUARD #1 Hey!
Who goes there?
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Big Mama Muscle steps from the shadows.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Trouble.
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The guards immediately reach for their weapons.
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That proves all she needs to know.
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THE FIGHT
The first thug charges.
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Big Mama Muscle sidesteps.
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A quick punch sends him crashing into a stack of empty crates.
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The second guard swings a pipe.
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She catches it.
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Snaps it in half.
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The thug stares.
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THUG Aw man...
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Big Mama Muscle gently shoves him aside.
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He lands in a pile of cardboard boxes.
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Two more attackers rush forward.
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The giant heroine grabs one by the jacket.
Spins him into the other.
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Both tumble across the pavement.
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The fight is short.
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The outcome is never in doubt.
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Within moments the entire security detail lies defeated around the yard.
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QUESTIONS
One groaning guard attempts to crawl away.
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Big Mama Muscle steps in front of him.
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He looks up.
Immediately regrets it.
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The towering heroine folds her arms.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Now we gonna have ourselves a talk.
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The thug swallows nervously.
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THUG I ain't sayin' nothin'.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Sure you are.
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She points toward the building.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE What's Sloane runnin' outta here?
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The thug looks away.
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THUG Don't know.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Try again.
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The thug hesitates.
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INSIDE THE BUILDING
Several hidden observers peek through second-floor windows.
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One man quietly backs away from the glass.
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He reaches a phone.
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Dials a number.
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INT. VICTOR SLOANE'S OFFICE
Elsewhere in Harlem.
A lavish office.
Dark wood.
Expensive furniture.
Cigar smoke.
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VICTOR SLOANE sits behind a desk reviewing documents.
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The telephone rings.
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He answers.
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SLOANE What?
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A voice responds from the other end.
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Sloane's expression immediately darkens.
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BACK TO THE TENEMENT
The guard finally speaks.
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THUG Warehouse records.
Property files.
Collection reports.
That's all I know.
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Big Mama Muscle studies him.
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Not enough.
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But useful.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Who gives the orders?
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THUG Mr. Sloane's people.
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The answer only confirms what she already believes.
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Exactly as someone intended.
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SLOANE REACTS
INT. SLOANE'S OFFICE
The phone call ends.
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Sloane slowly lowers the receiver.
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His patience is gone.
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He rises from behind the desk.
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SLOANE Big Mama Muscle.
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A dangerous smile appears.
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SLOANE You just don't know when to quit.
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He walks toward the window overlooking Harlem.
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SLOANE Maybe it's time somebody taught that giant woman a lesson.
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His lieutenant shifts uneasily.
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LIEUTENANT You want us to handle it?
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Sloane stares out into the city.
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SLOANE No.
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A beat.
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SLOANE I want it handled properly.
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VICTORY
EXT. TENEMENT BUILDING
Big Mama Muscle leaves the defeated guards behind.
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The night wind blows through her afro.
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She feels confident.
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Every clue points to Sloane.
Every lead points to Sloane.
Every thug points to Sloane.
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She believes she's getting closer.
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The audience knows something she doesn't.
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Somebody has carefully arranged every clue she's finding.
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Somebody wants her looking at Victor Sloane.
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And so far—
The plan is working perfectly.
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FADE OUT.
"HARLEM STRONG"
HARLEM, NEW YORK - 1970 - LATE AFTERNOON
A lively soul anthem blasts from a record player somewhere in the neighborhood.
Children race down sidewalks.
Vendors sell roasted peanuts from street carts.
A bright green Cadillac glides past a row of brownstones.
The entire neighborhood seems excited about something.
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INT. HARLEM COMMUNITY ACTION CENTER
The center is busier than usual.
Volunteers move tables.
Residents pin notices to bulletin boards.
Telephones ring continuously.
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Behind her desk, Loretta Jackson sorts paperwork while sipping coffee from a paper cup.
She wears a rust-colored blouse with wide seventies lapels.
Large hoop earrings.
A plaid skirt.
Her afro perfectly styled.
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A volunteer hurries over carrying a stack of flyers.
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VOLUNTEER Miss Jackson, can you help me get these posted?
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LORETTA Sure thing.
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The volunteer hands her a flyer.
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Loretta glances down casually.
Then pauses.
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THE FLYER
Printed in large letters:
HARLEM STRONG FUNDRAISER
BENEFITING FAMILIES THREATENED BY EVICTION
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Sponsored by:
Victor Sloane Enterprises
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Special Guests:
Reverend Cross
Harlem Community Leaders
City Council Representatives
Members of the Press
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And at the bottom:
SPECIAL APPEARANCE BY BIG MAMA MUSCLE
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Loretta blinks.
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LORETTA Special appearance by who?
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The volunteer grins.
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VOLUNTEER Everybody's talking about it.
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Loretta studies the flyer again.
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VOLUNTEER Cross says Big Mama Muscle has become a symbol of hope for Harlem.
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Loretta tries not to smile.
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Fails.
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THE BAIT
Several neighborhood women gather nearby.
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WOMAN #1 You going tonight?
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WOMAN #2 Wouldn't miss it.
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WOMAN #1 I wanna see Big Mama lift a car.
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MAN Shoot, I wanna see her lift two.
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Laughter spreads across the room.
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Loretta scans the flyer again.
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A fundraiser.
Families in need.
The entire community attending.
Newspapers covering it.
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And Victor Sloane himself serving as major sponsor.
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Loretta's expression hardens.
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LORETTA Sloane, huh?
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Interesting.
Very interesting.
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LATER
The workday ends.
The community center gradually empties.
The last volunteers head home.
The setting sun paints Harlem orange and gold.
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Loretta folds the flyer.
Slides it into her purse.
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A knowing smile appears.
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LORETTA Guess Big Mama better show up.
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EXT. HARLEM STREETS
Harlem 1970 glows beneath the evening lights.
Soul music drifts from open windows.
People are already discussing the event.
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Posters hang everywhere.
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HARLEM STRONG
TONIGHT
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The fundraiser is becoming the talk of the neighborhood.
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INT. LORETTA'S APARTMENT
A short time later.
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Loretta enters.
Closes the door.
Places the flyer on her kitchen table.
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She studies it carefully.
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Victor Sloane.
Major sponsor.
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The same Victor Sloane whose name keeps appearing everywhere she looks.
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LORETTA Well now.
Maybe tonight Big Mama gets herself a closer look.
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The soul music on her radio grows louder.
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A familiar smile spreads across her face.
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A smile that always appears before a night of superhero work.
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THE CHANGE
Moments later—
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Standing before her mirror is:
BIG MAMA MUSCLE.
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Seven feet tall.
Powerfully built.
Confident.
Heroic.
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Her muscular ebony frame gleams beneath the apartment lights.
A black silk string bikini.
Large gold hoop earrings.
A thick glossy black afro.
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Harlem's protector.
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She places one hand on the flyer.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Alright, Sloane.
Let's see what kinda game you're playin'.
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EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING
The streets below remain crowded.
Nobody looks upward.
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Which is exactly why nobody sees Big Mama Muscle emerge onto the rooftop.
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She surveys the neighborhood.
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The fundraiser lights are visible several blocks away.
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Music already echoes through the evening air.
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A celebration.
A charity event.
A night for Harlem.
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Big Mama smiles.
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Completely unaware that somewhere else in the city, men are making final preparations.
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FINAL IMAGE
The camera pulls back.
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Harlem 1970 sparkles beneath the night sky.
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Bright lights.
Soul music.
Excitement.
Hope.
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And moving across the rooftops toward the fundraiser—
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Big Mama Muscle.
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Certain she's walking into a community celebration.
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Certain she's about to confront Victor Sloane.
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Certain she's in control.
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For the first time in days...
She doesn't suspect a trap at all.
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FADE OUT.
END SCENE
"THE STRENGTH EXHIBITION"
HARLEM, NEW YORK - 1970 - NIGHT
A roaring funk band tears through an instrumental number.
Trumpets blast.
Bass guitars thump.
The crowd is electric.
Hundreds of Harlem residents fill the park.
Children sit on their parents' shoulders.
Reporters jostle for position.
Flashbulbs pop constantly.
Tonight Harlem has forgotten its troubles.
Tonight Harlem is celebrating.
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EXT. HARLEM STRONG FUNDRAISER STAGE
Bright floodlights illuminate the large stage.
Behind it hangs a giant banner:
HARLEM STRONG
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At center stage stands:
BIG MAMA MUSCLE.
Seven feet tall.
Massive.
Powerful.
Confident.
Her black silk string bikini gleams beneath the floodlights.
Large gold hoop earrings swing against her cheeks.
Her glossy black afro frames an enormous smile.
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The crowd chants.
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CROWD BIG MAMA!
BIG MAMA!
BIG MAMA!
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Big Mama raises both arms.
The crowd becomes even louder.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Y'all makin' enough noise to wake up New Jersey!
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The audience erupts with laughter.
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THE FIRST FEAT
Several workers roll a heavily loaded cart onto the stage.
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ANNOUNCER Ladies and gentlemen...
Let's see what Harlem's strongest citizen can do!
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Cheers explode.
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Big Mama grips the cart handles.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Now don't blink.
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With almost ridiculous ease she lifts the entire front end off the ground.
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The audience gasps.
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Children jump up and down.
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KID I told you she could do it!
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Big Mama casually walks several steps carrying the weight.
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Then gently sets it down.
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The crowd goes wild.
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CROSS WATCHES
At the side of the stage, Reverend Cross applauds enthusiastically.
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CROSS Outstanding!
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The audience agrees.
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Cross smiles warmly.
The perfect supporter.
The perfect community leader.
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No one notices him occasionally glancing toward stage workers moving equipment beneath the platform.
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THE SECOND FEAT
Steel bars are brought out.
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Big Mama examines them dramatically.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Now who brought these little toothpicks?
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More laughter.
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She takes the bars in both hands.
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Slowly bends them.
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Then bends them again.
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Until they resemble twisted pretzels.
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The audience loses its mind.
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CROWD YEAHHHHH!
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Photographers capture every moment.
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VICTOR SLOANE
From a front-row seat, Victor Sloane applauds politely.
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A perfect smile.
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A perfect gentleman.
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The image of a civic-minded businessman.
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Yet his eyes never leave Big Mama Muscle.
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Watching.
Measuring.
Waiting.
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BIG MAMA ENJOYS HERSELF
For a moment the giant heroine relaxes.
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No warehouses.
No traps.
No investigations.
No criminals.
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Just Harlem.
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Just her people.
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Just celebration.
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She can't help enjoying it.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Y'all sure know how to make a lady feel welcome.
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A little girl waves from the front row.
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Big Mama waves back.
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The crowd adores her.
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ONE MORE FEAT
The announcer returns.
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ANNOUNCER How about one more?
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The crowd immediately roars.
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CROWD ONE MORE!
ONE MORE!
ONE MORE!
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Big Mama laughs.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Y'all ain't gonna let me go home, are ya?
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The crowd answers with another cheer.
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THE SPECIAL EQUIPMENT
Several stagehands wheel out a large steel structure.
Bigger than anything used earlier.
More elaborate.
More impressive.
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Big Mama raises an eyebrow.
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BIG MAMA MUSCLE Now that's a little more like it.
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Cross walks toward the microphone.
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CROSS For our final demonstration tonight...
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The lights focus on the structure.
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The audience leans forward.
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Below the stage, unseen by the crowd...
Workers quietly move into position.
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Above the stage, Big Mama Muscle grins confidently.
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Certain this is just another charity exhibition.
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Certain she's about to thrill the crowd one last time.
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Certain she is completely in control.
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FINAL IMAGE
The Harlem crowd cheers.
Soul music pounds through the night.
Flashbulbs explode like lightning.
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Big Mama Muscle steps toward the center of the stage.
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Smiling.
Confident.
Beloved.
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And completely unaware that the most dangerous moment of the evening is about to begin.
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FADE OUT.
END SCENE
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"THE VANISHING HERO"
HARLEM, NEW YORK - 1970 - NIGHT
A roaring funk anthem shakes the park.
Trumpets scream.
Bass guitars pound.
Hundreds of Harlem residents cheer from every side of the fundraiser grounds.
EXT. HARLEM STRONG FUNDRAISER STAGE
Colored floodlights shine across the stage.
Television cameras roll.
Newspaper photographers jockey for position.
Children sit on their fathers' shoulders.
Everyone is watching.
At center stage stands:
BIG MAMA MUSCLE.
Seven feet tall.
Powerful.
Confident.
Victorious.
Her black silk string bikini catches the stage lights.
Gold hoop earrings glimmer.
Her glossy black afro frames a broad smile.
A sheen of sweat glistens across her muscular ebony physique after the previous demonstrations.
She looks invincible.
The crowd chants.
CROWD BIG MAMA!
BIG MAMA!
BIG MAMA!
Big Mama laughs and points playfully into the audience.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE Y'all still got energy?
The answer nearly shakes the park.
CROWD YEAHHHHH!
THE FINAL CHALLENGE
A massive steel structure is wheeled into place.
Larger than anything used earlier.
Heavy chains.
Reinforced supports.
Polished metal beams.
The audience gasps.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE Now that's what I'm talkin' about.
The crowd laughs.
Reverend Cross approaches the microphone.
CROSS Ladies and gentlemen...
For our final exhibition tonight...
The crowd quiets.
CROSS Let's see why Harlem calls her Big Mama Muscle.
Applause explodes.
Cross steps aside.
From the front row, Victor Sloane applauds politely.
A smile rests on his face.
Perfectly calm.
Perfectly respectful.
BELOW THE STAGE
Unseen by the crowd.
Unseen by reporters.
Unseen by Big Mama herself.
Hidden mechanisms quietly come alive.
Steel latches disengage.
Locks release.
Hydraulic systems begin moving.
Everything proceeds exactly on schedule.
ON STAGE
Big Mama grips the structure.
The muscles in her arms flex.
Her shoulders tighten.
The crowd leans forward.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE Alright now...
Let's give Harlem a show.
She begins lifting.
The structure slowly rises.
Cheers erupt.
CROWD BIG MAMA!
BIG MAMA!
BIG MAMA!
Reporters snap photographs.
Children scream with excitement.
The giant heroine grins.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE Ain't nothin' to it!
The steel rises higher.
The audience is mesmerized.
Nobody is watching anything except Big Mama Muscle.
Exactly as intended.
THE MOMENT
Big Mama raises the massive weight higher still.
Almost there.
The crowd stands.
Cross watches.
Sloane watches.
The cameras keep rolling.
Then—
A hidden mechanism activates beneath the stage.
A section of flooring silently separates.
Big Mama's bare calloused ebony feet suddenly find nothing beneath them.
Her smile vanishes.
Her eyes widen.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE What th--
And she drops.
Straight down.
Gone.
The section immediately closes behind her.
From the audience's perspective, it happens in the blink of an eye.
Confetti cannons unexpectedly fire.
Music surges.
Applause continues.
The spectacle keeps moving.
Most people assume the disappearance is part of the show.
The band continues playing.
The lights continue flashing.
The fundraiser continues.
BELOW THE STAGE
Darkness.
Confined space.
Silence.
Big Mama Muscle lands out of sight.
She lands on her back, her muscular ebony arms and muscular ebony legs flailing in the air. Her toes with short glossy ivory toenails curled in tension.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE
"What the hell?"
"That ain't right."
Before the busty black giantess can act…masked thugs swarm surround her…maneuvering better in the tight space under the stage…grabbing her muscular ebony arms and her muscular ebony legs.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE
"Aw, what kinda jive setup is this?"
"Aw, now I see the game. "Y'all was waitin' on me the whole time."
The big breasted black strongwoman prepared to flex her muscles to throw the thugs off of her but they acted quickly.
Big Mama Muscle was both shocked and excited as her tiny black string bra was removed…her massive firm ebony breasts were exposed and men’s hands began to squeeze them…rub her broad glossy dark brown areolas rapidly….pinch and squeeze her big puffy glossy dark brown nipples hard…rotating them 360 degrees clockwise and then 360 degrees anticlockwise.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE
Aw, hell….Hhhhhh…That's not good….hhhhh… You dirty snakes… Now we're in trouble…Uuuuuuuh….Uuuuuuuh
Her eyelids became heavy as they fluttered to stay open….the simple act of groping her naked massive ebony breasts…exploiting her in her super erogenous areolas and nipples…making her lose her concentration….and activating her fetish to be tamed and enslaved.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE
"Hhhhh...Hhhhhhh…Uuuuuuh…Uuuuuuuh…deep breath…Aw, man..."
"See that?"
FIRST  THUG
"She's slowing down."
SECOND THUG
"Look at her."
THIRD THUG
"There it is."
FOURTH THUG
"It's working."
FIFTH THUG
"She's finished."
The busty black giantess’ struggles slowed as the thugs groped her naked massive firm ebony breasts…rubbing her broad glossy dark brown areolas until they were hard like concrete…and squeezing and rotating her big puffy glossy dark brown nipples until they were  hard and erect like the spires on Reverend Cross’ church on Sundays. She stared sleepily as she allowed them to bind her hands behind her back with ropes and bind her bare calloused ebony feet at the ankles with ropes.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE
"Hhhhhhh…I gotta hand it to ya, baby….You smarter than I figured….Hhhhhh You did your homework…Uuuuuh…You know Big Mama Muscle better than I thought…Uuuuuuh…Uuuuuuuh”
The big breasted Heroine of Harlem became very excited for what was to come next as she watched a thug empty an overgenerous dose of chloroform from a bottle into a thick white cloth.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE
"Aw, baby...Uuuuuuuh…I didn't walk into this trap….Uuuuuuh… I marched into it wearin' a crown."
SIXTH THUG
We got you. Not laughing now.
He sneered as he confidently and authoritatively clamped the cloth firmly over Big Mama Muscle’s nose and mouth while the other thugs took turns holding her muscular ebony arms and muscular ebony legs…and fondling her naked massive firm ebony breasts…her broad hard glossy dark brown areolas and big puffy hard and erect glossy dark brown nipples. Her head lolling back…her eyelids fluttering. Her toes with short glossy ivory toenails flexing frantically.
BIG MAMA MUSCLE
"I can't fight it...Hhhhhhh…I ain't got nothin' left, baby…Hhhhhhhh…Looks like you got Big Mama Muscle this time….Hhhhhhhh…Hhhhhhhh”
The big breasted black strongwoman’s struggles slowed…as five of the masked thugs alternated between restraining her and playing with her famous massive breasts and her broad areolas and big puffy nipples which were quickly becoming popular with people in Harlem.
Her fetish to be tamed and enslaved in full control, Big Mama Muscle prepared for the part of her superheroine adventures that she enjoyed the most…even more than fighting for justice and saving innocent lives in Harlem.
BIG MUSCLE MAMA
"Man, what's this mess?...Hhhhhhhh…Even my jugs feel heavy, and they ain't never tired before….Hhhhhhhh…Something ain't right, baby….Hhhhhh…My jugs feel like they weigh a ton, and my eyes keep wanting to shut…Hhhhhhhhh…Hhhhhhhhh…. Hold up... that's that sleep juice them jive turkeys been using…Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Dig this... my jugs ain't the only things drooping... I can barely keep my eyes open…Everything's goin' dark, baby... Man... I'm gone..."
The sixth thug held the cloth in place as he and the other five masked thugs watched Big Mama Muscle’s voluptuous and muscular ebony body heave one more time…her eyelids flutter…her brown eyes roll up in her head…slowly closing as her naked massive firm ebony breasts sagged with sleep…her broad hard glossy dark brown areolas and big puffy hard and erect glossy dark brown nipples…making her excited and weak. Her bare calloused ebony feet resting on the ground under the stage on their heels…wide spaces between her toes with short glossy ivory toenails…as she happily succumbed to unconsciousness.
END SCENE
To be continued