Freelancers
A desperate freelance designer escapes his shameless naked roommate only to find himself locked into a shabby co-working space with a tyrannical landlord, a sharp-tongued accountant, and a travel blogger who's never left the building.
INT. JASON’S BEDROOM - MORNING
JASON HARPER, 31, wearing a white shirt, stares straight at camera. The logo on-screen shows he’s on a Skype call to a POTENTIAL CLIENT.
JASON
Absolutely, no problem at all, it’s the kind of thing I live for.
POTENTIAL CLIENT (O.S.)
You live for designing toilet paper brochures?
JASON
Amongst other things.
POTENTIAL CLIENT (O.S.)
I like you, Jason. I like your attitude.
JASON
I like you, too.
A short, awkward silence.
POTENTIAL CLIENT (O.S.)
OK, well that just about seals the deal. I’ve interviewed a few of you freelance people this morning but you’re the only one who’s come across as even halfway professional.
JASON
Thank you, sir, I try.
SHANE RITTER, 32, wanders into view in the background. He’s naked.
SHANE
Got any spare underwear? Mine are all full of shit-stains and I’m late.
Jason smiles nervously at camera.
JASON
Call me?