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TICKING BOMB: THE SCETCHBOOK

Written by

S. Breckenridge Hood

Based on 3rd Page Prompts: Chloroform, honesty, naked

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INT. SCHOOL OF ANIMATION - ALBERTS STUDIO - DAY

ALBERT (50) a fat, balding, sketch artist, looks flummoxedand pre-occupied as he walks out of his studio.

He almost collides with DEBORAH (25) an attractive, artsy,

office assistant, as she enters.

DEBORAHSorry! You wanted to see me?

ALBERTYes. Thank you for coming. Please.Have a seat. Be right back...

Albert rushes out and Deborah takes a moment to strollthrough the studio and poke around.

The walls are covered with cartoon character designs - all

childish and Disney-esque. There are two drafting tables,computer screens and disorganized trays of art supplies.

The shelves near two chairs are packed with toys andfigurines, comic books and sketchpads.

Curious and a little bored, Deborah pokes through the vintagetoys, picking up one and then the other, pushing aside a...

...stack of SKETCHBOOKS, which tumble to the floor.Embarrassed, she gathers them up quickly and puts them back.She looks over he shoulder, nervous someone has seen her.

The last sketchbook she picks up has fallen open. Thecartoon drawing bares a striking resemblance.

She looks in the paint-splattered MIRROR hanging by theshelves, and then back at the book: same red hair, same baby-doll dress, same cat-eyed glasses. Its her in cartoon form.

She pages through the book, looking at her flattering,cartoon doppelgangers. She cant help smiling, until...

...she turns the page and finds a picture of a fat, baldingcartoon man, Albert. She flips the page. He kisses the

girls hand, strokes her hair, and then tears off her dress.

Deborahs smile fades. Eyes widen. She recoils in horror.

Flipping more pages she finds cartoon images Albert tieing upthe eager-and-compliant cartoon girl - naked except for hercat-eye glasses - and having graphic sex with her.

And thats when she hears Alberts footsteps.

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Frantic and frazzled, Deborah tosses the book on the nearbydesk, just as Albert enters, looking distracted.

ALBERT (CONTD)Please. Sit.

Deb nervously sits. Albert sticks a KEY in the dead-bolt andlocks the door behind him. Deb opens her mouth to protest...

ALBERT (CONTD)Just for some privacy.

As Albert paces back and forth, searching for the rightwords, Deb looks like she might jump out of her own skin.

ALBERT (CONTD)Okay. This is awkward. I dont knowhow to say this.

A silence. Deb looks from the notebook to the locked door.

DEBORAHThen dont. Dont say it.

ALBERTNo its better to get it out in theopen. You need to know.

Another beat as Deb holds her breath.

ALBERT (CONTD)Its not a lot of money - but they

know you were the one who took it.

Stunned, She speaks in a thin, shrill, unconvincing voice.

DEBORAHI...I...What are you talking about?What did they say? That I embezzledfrom them? I just do data entry.

Albert sighs, as if he hoped it wouldnt go this way.

ALBERT

Please. Just admit it, so we canfigure out what we can do...

DEBORAHWhat WE can do? What is it exactlythat you think WE are going DO?!

ALBERTHey. Hey. I just dont want to loseyou. Lets work this out. Okay...

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He approaches her and puts his hand on her shoulder.

DEBORAHDont touch me, youperverted fuck!

Albert steps back, shocked silent, hands raised, palms-up.

DEBORAH (CONTD)(hissing)

Stay away from me. Dont look atme. Dont even imagineme.

Suddenly, the lock jangles, and the door opens.

Entering is Zelda (33,) a heavy, plain-faced woman in paint-splattered sweats. Shes struggles with a large bag.

ZELDASorry. Are you having your meeting?

Defiant and enraged, Deborah marches out.

DEBORAHThe meeting is over.

The door SLAMS! Another long, awkward silence as Zeldawaddles to her desk and puts down the bags of art supplies.

Albert just rubs his forehead, completely baffled.

ZELDAWhat the HELL, Albert?

Albert looks up to see Zelda holding the SKETCHBOOK open to alewd image of the cartoon character sexcapade.

ALBERT(annoyed)

What are YOU mad about? I drewthose, like, five years ago.

ZELDAI know, but dont just leave it outon the desk for anyone to see.

Theyll think youre a rapist.

Albert nods, and then looks back at the door. Thinks.

Zelda puts on her thick, cat-eyed reading glasses. A naughtysmile creeps across her face as she pages through the book.

ZELDA (CONTD)I was a lot thinner back then.

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