THE POLICE are rehearsing for their reunion tour. ANDY SUMMERS plugs in his guitar, grabs the neck of it with his left hand and turns up the volume all the way with his right. STEWART COPELAND takes off his coat and sits on his drum seat. He is wearing a t-shirt and shorts. STING walks in with his Fender Jazz Bass already around his neck.
HARRY stares at the computer screen on his desk. The screen shows the front page of harrylove.org. His fingertips rest gently on the keyboard but he types nothing. A SIAMANG sits on the desk next to the computer with one hand on his chin. He looks at Harry.
LOUIS is sitting in a folding chair next to a bland, white linoleum table, flipping through a thick pile of stapled medical forms. Across from him are two RESEARCHERS in lab coats and thick, dark-rimmed glasses. Both have comb-overs.
It is dark but there is a faint glow from one spot in the room. The lights come on, revealing an infinite space of silent cubicles. A faint MURMUR grows louder as OFFICE WORKERS move into view, finding their cubicles. The work day has begun.