An airport in a country is preparing for the Dictator’s visit. White open
spaces. Sun pulsing off pale concrete. A limousine cuts through the heat. Armed
guards disguised as flight attendants flank the red carpet.
A PRIMITIVE MAN in a penis gourd materialises suddenly as the Dictator exits
his vehicle, a noise like PPPPFFFFUHT as the poison dart is expelled from the
blowpipe. Disappears in hail of automatic gunfire.