Thirteen minutes well spent (if, God forbid, you’re using a regional masking browser plugin), to wit:
…a young London typographer named Greenwood (Matthew Needham) stutters to the extent that verbal conversation is difficult. When he tries to resolve an issue with a service representative over the phone, he can’t get the words out; the operator, gruff and impatient, hangs up. (For surliness, she rivals the operator in the old Yaz song.) When a woman approaches Greenwood on the street, he uses sign language to avoid talking. But in his thoughts, which we hear, he does not stutter.