INT. HACKNEY. LONDON. DAWN
JAKE lies in bed staring at the ceiling of his overpriced bedroom. A streak of winter sunlight reflects from the mirror on the wall opposite into his eyes. He winces and curls back under the blanket. He tries to go back to sleep. Impossible.
JAKES INNER VOICE
I should be doing something. Anything. I probably should get on with writing my About Page for my website. What do I even include? I hate talking about myself. I’m hungry. I could do with a bacon sarnie.
He tosses and turns under his duvet. It’s warm under there. Probably the warmest place in the house since the heating broke the night before. He can hear the boiler repair man banging and shouting in Turkish downstairs. He’s partially deaf after an accident he endured during his military service as a teen. Something to do with a grenade. Great guy, although a bit mad.
JAKES INNER VOICE (CONT’D)
Maybe I’ll talk about my years as a prop man in the film industry, working with some of England’s top commercial directors and production designers for studios like Blink and Outsider. I bumped into a bemused Michael Palin once with a rolled-up rug, and cleaned the back window of a car driven by Brendan Fraser. Nice guy.
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He pokes his head out from under the blanket and looks out of the window. Icy.
JAKES INNER VOICE (CONT’D)
I completed a diploma at the National Film and Television School in directing commercials, where I developed and directed projects for Stella McCartney’s charity and fashion campaigns. This gave me a chance to utilize my passion for concept development and use my imagination. That was pretty great!
The house gently rumbles as the boiler comes to life like a heartbeat. Pumping heat through the house’s veins. He sits up and stretches. The boiler man downstairs roars with triumph.
JAKES INNER VOICE (CONT’D)
My freelance and personal work got me a junior position with Amazon, and became part of the creative team writing lines and radio scripts for their Prime campaigns. Some social stuff as well. That was nice, I could mention that.
He looks over at the open laptop on the desk across the room. A lightning bolt of inspiration surges through him. Motivation courses through his body like a tidal wave. This is it. His time to move.
JAKES INNER VOICE (CONT’D)
Nah, maybe later.
He curls back into bed.
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