Ruthless
Storyboard Text
- He's down at the lake taking the boats out of the water. He said he will be back in half an hour.
- Exposition
- Everything is packed Judson , hasn't Alec come to turn off the water and get the keys
- You're wrong my dear! I am putting 'something'. Whoever stole my liquor last winter and this is time, he wished he didn't.
- At least no one has found the antidote: Once it's down, it's the end.
- Conflict
- Judson! You're not going to drink at ten o'clock in the morning, are you?
- oh no!
- Rising Action
- I will tell Alec's wife about his.
- It was October, and in the woods there was a cabin. In that cabin lived a man named Judson Webb and his wife. He smiled grimly as he opened a cabinet and took out a bottle of liquor. This cabinet is so special that Judson never lets anyone open or touch it, and last winter, someone got their hands in the cabinet and stole one of Judson's liquors. He was busy packing things away for the winter.
- Climax
- Boom
- Soon, his wife, Mabel, came down the stairs and saw him holding the bottle of liquor. Not only that, he was also holding pills in his hand. She knew what he was up to; he was putting pills in the liquor so that if the thief who stole one of his bottles last winter came to steal it again, he'd be dead. Mabel argued, saying this was wrong, but he refused. It was not worth arguing with Judson.
- Falling action
- She informed Judson that she was on her way to the farmhouse to say goodbye and to pick her up later. Judson was fine with it, but Mabel planned to tell Alec's wife about this. She soon left and began walking.
- Resolution 
- When she left, Judson was about the close the cabinet until he realized that he left his boots on the porch. He  wet to fetch them from the old and heavy table, until a chipmunk left an acorn on the porch. Judson's foot slipped on the acorn and he bashed his head on the table. 
- Mr Webb!
- Few minutes later, Judson soon got his senses back and Alec was holding him, supporting Judson's head on the porch. Alec explained that there was no cut on his head and he just got knocked out. A small whiskey was pressed against Judson's lips...  
- It wasn’t much of a fall, Mr. Webb. You aren’t cut none; just knocked out for a minute. Here, take this. It'll pull you together.
- Huh? What happened?
- He drank the whiskey and soon Judson was half dazed and conscious. Then darkness came over his eyes. Judson was dead! 
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