INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT.
The room is in darkness. In bed, there's a couple asleep. Quietly, the door opens. But there's a creak - Mr Johnson wakes up, turns on the bedside light and sees a man standing in the middle of the room.
JOHNSON
Oi, what's going on!?
MAN
Hello. How are you? Sorry to disturb you.
Mrs Johnson wakes up.
MRS JOHNSON
Gordon? What's going on? Who's this?
JOHNSON
I don't know - oi you, what are you doing here?
MAN
Well, I just wondered… Tired of phoning round for car insurance? Lost in the maze of internet price comparison sites…
JOHNSON
What!?
MAN
I'm Terry, from Perch Hill Insurance. You've seen the TV ad, you know, cute parrot on his perch. We can do you a good deal on that Allegro that I saw outside. Does it still go?
JOHNSON
What!? I'm calling the police.
MAN
Ooh, good idea! Now there's a market I hadn't considered, the police. Bound to be a few tasty premiums there, all those fast cars and police chases.
JOHNSON
Or maybe I will just beat the crap out of you.
MAN
Ooh, compensation claim, or personal accident, very nice. Big payouts there.
JOHNSON
You have to be alive to collect it.
MAN
Oh shit.