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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
The sounds of passionate lovemaking in a dark room.
GIRL (O.S)
Oh, Terry, Terry, Terry...
Rudely interrupted by the Star Wars THEME TUNE.
INT. TERRY’S FLAT. BEDROOM - MORNING
A bedside light comes on and a fumbling hand knocks a
Darth Vader alarm clock off of a bedside table. It slowly dies.
TERRY BAXTER, thirties, sits up his single bed and
wearily rubs his tired eyes.
TERRY (V.O.)
Six hundred and eighty eight days. The
gestation period of the African bush
elephant.
He sits on the edge of the bed. Yawns.
TERRY
Six hundred and eighty eight days. The
length of the Roman Persian War. GORGEOUS
He walks slowly to the window.
TERRY (V.O.)
Six hundred and eighty eight days. The
time it took Voyager 2 to reach Jupiter.
He open the curtains.
TERRY (V.O.)
For the last six hundred and eighty eight
days I’ve woken up alone...
Discarded undercrackers, socks and T-Shirts lay ankle
deep on the floor. On the wall hangs a Star Wars poster.
INT. TERRY’S BEDSIT. BATHROOM - MORNING
TERRY’s REFLECTION talks to him as he brushes his teeth. TERRY’S REFLECTION
Your hair’s thinning, your gut’s
growing, you’re developing a double
chin. You, mate, are on a very
slippery slope.