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EXHIBITIONISTS



A sample from

Exhibitionists – Episode One:
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Seven Bachelors



In the wake of a narrowly failed suicided attempt by Mel, the college’s life model, Helen confronts her boss George with newly revealed information which suggests he’s been behaving in a manner unbefitting to the head of a B.A. course in Fine Art.



28. INT. GEORGE’S OFFICE. LATE MORNING.
 

GEORGE is bouncing around on one leg, pulling on his new pants, when Helen bursts in.

                                                HELEN
                                                What kind of moron do you take me for?

                                                GEORGE
                                                What are you—? Get out! Fuck off!

He retreats behind the desk.

                                                HELEN
                                                How long’d you think it’d be before someone told me?

                                                GEORGE
                                                Told you what?

                                                HELEN
                                                Your name, that’s what – your name, scorched in black marker
       
                                        across that girl’s stomach. 

                                                GEORGE
                                                What’re you—? It said GORGE, not GEORGE.

                                                HELEN
                                                ‘Gorge’, right, and what d’you think she meant by that?

                                                GEORGE
                                                I don’t know. Maybe she was... she was...

                                                HELEN
                                                Yes...?

                                                GEORGE
                                                ...she was commenting on... on... well, on what she perceived as
                                                the... the, er, the exploitation of her body by the--

                                                HELEN [almost laughing]
                                                Oh, come ON!

                                                GEORGE
                                                Look, if you’ve got something to say, say it, because I react very
                                                badly to that kind of thinly veiled--

                                                HELEN
                                                I’m not veiling anything, George, I’m--

                                                GEORGE
                                                Then say--

                                                HELEN
                                                I will. I will say it – I’ll say it in front of your wife if you like.

She turns, as if to open the door, but George leaps up, skirts round her and throws
himself against it.


                                                GEORGE
                                                Leave her alone!

                                                HELEN
                                                Precisely what I said about Melanie.


                                                                                                                                           CUT TO:


34. INT. SAVILLE ROOM. LATE MORNING.

SUE is over at FRIDA’s workspace. The baby gazes at Frida’s art pieces while the women
chat, pretending not to notice the sound of muffled shouting from George’s office. Sue is
rummaging for some money to give to Frida.


                                                SUE
                                                Oh, that’s a nice idea. What, get her some flowers, or...?

                                                FRIDA
                                                Mm, yes.

                                                SUE
                                                That’s a lovely idea.

                                                                                                                                            CUT TO:



35. INT. GEORGE’S OFFICE. LATE MORNING.
George and Helen still at it.

                                                GEORGE
                                                Have you not seen that fabulous piece of arse out there?

                                                HELEN
                                                Dear God, you’re not talking about your wife?

                                                GEORGE
                                                I’m talking about the most beautiful woman in the whole of
   
                                            Greater Manchester. My cup runneth over with soft, sensual
                                                female flesh. If you seriously imagine I’d--

                                                HELEN
   
                                            It’s not my imagination in question, George.

                                                GEORGE
                                                Fuck you, Helen. Fuck you and all who sail in you. I am Head of
                                                Studies. I don’t even have to take those classes. I could’ve
                                                delegated – to you, or Max, or any of you worthless shower of
                                                shit; God’s teeth, I could’ve put Phil in charge. But no; I have
                                                consistently made myself available to give advice and guidance--

                                                HELEN
                                                Is that what you call it?

George is silent for a moment.

                                                GEORGE
                                                Y’know what? I’ve had enough of this.

He steps away from the door and goes to fetch his shoes. Helen takes a step
towards freedom.

                                                You can do it yourself in future.

                                                HELEN [turning round]
                                                Do what?

                                                GEORGE
                                                Take those fucking classes, that’s what.

Helen looks stunned.

                                                Well, I’m not to be trusted.

                                                HELEN
                                                What – so, you want me to...

                                                GEORGE
                                                Oh, don’t worry, you’ll be paid accordingly – you’ll get your
                                                pound of flesh. Better get on with it, though – find yourself a
                                                new model, otherwise you might end up having to get your
                                                own tits out. Wouldn’t want that, would you – shy, retiring
                                                little wallflower that you are.

George exits.

 
                                                                                                                                           CUT TO:


36. INT. SAVILLE ROOM. LATE MORNING.

JAMES and DANNY are chatting in James’s work area. From their perspective  we see
GEORGE come out of his office and stand there, confidently waiting for SUE to join him.
When she does so he gives her a long and ostentatiously tonguey snog.


                                                JAMES
                                                Fucking hell, that is not right.

He and Danny continue to look on in a mixture of amazement and amusement as George
and family head off

If you’d like to know more about Exhibitionists, contact Robert Cohen at bobbycoco@gmail.com
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