Walls of glass reveal the grid of light and ambiguity of LA at night. An apartment very much like the Comedian's apartment in "The Watchmen." But, you know, different.
The Bald Guy watches the Academy Awards credits roll on a wall-mounted flat screen TV. Then raises a remote -- and kills the TV.
A smug look of satisfaction distorts his generic face.
This cell phone rings. He whips it out.
David! (listens) Oh definitely. The SPs will never come back from this. Every PTS in town will think twice. Hollywood is ours now! If Elron was alive he'd ... (listens) I feel the same way, David. (beat) You know I do. Nighty-night.
The Bald Guy ends the call, puts cell phone in his pocket.
He smiles, stands up, and begins dancing ...
And we see he's really ...
Ohmygod he's really ....