HALLWAY The Intern walks away from Jack, picks up a chart. The SPEAKER has pale skin and sunken eyes -- he's clearly dying.
JACK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Jack lies in bed, staring at the ceiling.
His Starbucks cup sits on the lid, moving back and forth as the machine copies.
Jack, the cordless phone still glued to his ear, walks INTO FRAME and continues.
Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of wherever.
Bob hugs tighter; then looks with empathy into Jack's eyes.
BOB They're gonna have to open my pec's again to drain the fluid.
O.) Somehow, I realize all of this -- the gun, the bombs, the revolution -- is really about Marla Singer. It's pressed against TWO LARGE BREASTS that belong to...
O.) This was a support group for men with testicular cancer.
O.) Like the Johanneshov armchair in the Strinne green stripe pattern... LIVING ROOM/DINING AREA/KITCHEN The armchair APPEARS.
O.) Or the Rislampa wire lamps of environmentally-friendly unbleached paper.
COPY ROOM - DAY Jack, sleepy, stands over a copy machine.