INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT
GUY WRITHES ATOP A BLOW UP SEX DOLL, EVENTUALLY REACHING A SHUDDERING CLIMAX.
INT. NEWSAGENTS - DAY
GUY IS SHOPPING. HE GOES TO PLUCK SOME TOILET ROLL FROM THE SHELF BUT A PLASTIC HAND GETS THERE FIRST. TURNING AROUND, WE SEE IT'S THE SEX DOLL.
GUY:
(SURPRISED) Oh, hi, how are you? God, I haven't seen you since… how have you been?
CUT BETWEEN THE TWO AS IF A REGULAR CONVERSATION, THOUGH THE SEX DOLL'S 'O' SHAPED MOUTH STAYS FROZEN AND WE NEVER HEAR HER SPEAK.
GUY (CONT):
That's great!... Running your own spin class? Wow! Not that I'm surprised, you were always so fi…
HE LOOKS DOWN AND IS ALARMED TO SEE HER BELLY BULGE.
GUY (CONT):
You're… did someone over-inflate you?... Oh, I see, I had no idea. No, I… (HORRIFIED) What? Mine? How did this happen?... No, I mean how could you do this? How could you not tell me?... Of course I'd want to know! Jesus! This is - this is too much; I have to…
HE STAGGERS OUT, KNOCKING OVER A GREETING CARD RACK ON HIS WAY OUT. FOR ONCE THE SEX DOLL'S EXPRESSION IS JUST RIGHT.
INT. RESTAURANT – NIGHT
GUY AND THE SEX DOLL ARE SAT ENJOYING A CANDLELIT MEAL.
GUY:
… look, I'm really sorry about what happened before, it was just such a shock… (LAUGHING) well, yeah, I suppose that is an understatement!
HE SPOONS A PIECE OF STEAK INTO HER MOUTH. IT FALLS OUT AND PLOPS ONTO THE TABLE. THIS GOES UNACKNOWLEDGED.
GUY (CONT):
(SUDDENLY SERIOUS) I was thinking, if you wanted, I'd like to be part of this – be part of your life…I know, I know, this isn't the way things are usually done, but if we give it a go, I don't know, maybe we could make it work. (LOOKING AT HER BELLY) …For their sake.
A LINGERING SHOT AS GUY MAKES LOVING EYES AT HER. A TEAR ROLLS DOWN THE SEX DOLL'S CHEEK.
EXT. RIVERSIDE – DAY
GUY AND THE SEX DOLL ARE OUT FOR A STROLL, ALL SMILES (WELL, GUY AT LEAST). PASSING UNDER A BRIDGE, THEY'RE SUDDENLY SET UPON BY A COUPLE OF YOUTHS.
YOUTH #1:
Give us your stuff, man!
GUY:
Chill out, guys; here, take what you want.
HE SHAKILY HANDS OVER HIS WALLET AND MOBILE. THE YOUTHS LOOK TO THE SEX DOLL, WHO ISN'T REACTING.
GUY (CONT):
Just give them your bag... Come on, love, it's only money!
THE YOUTHS EYEBALL HER BUT SHE'S NOT BUDGING.
YOUTH #2
She's got to the count of three, yo! One… two…
THE YOUTH GOES TO STAB GUY BUT THE SEX DOLL INTERCEPTS, GETTING IN THE WAY OF THE KNIFE.
GUY:
Nooooooooo!
THE YOUTHS SCARPER, LEAVING GUY CRADLING THE SEX DOLL. GUY DOES HIS BEST TO PLUG THE 'WOUND' BUT SHE GRADUALLY DEFLATES WITH A HISS OF AIR.
GUY (CONT):
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God….
EXT. GRAVEYARD – DAY
DOING HIS BEST TO HOLD BACK TEARS, AN OLDER GUY LAYS A WREATH OF FLOWERS ON A GRAVE MARKED 'SEX DOLL'.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL TWO INFLATABLE CHILDREN. GUY COLSOLES THEM WITH A TEARY HUG.
END SKETCH