 Folks are busy at the production offices of Mort Downey Jr. s talk show. A warehouse worker is preparing manifests for shipping. He needs the sign off of the producer, a voluble woman who s talking non-stop on the phone to someone named Harry. She signs the manifest without looking up as she talks about sexual surrogates, a woman crushed to death by her fat lover, and a fist fight on Geraldo Rivera s show. "Thank goodness he s been taking boxing lessons," she says. She s interrupted by the arrival of a uniformed woman with a nose ring. The woman opens a paper bag she s carrying and hands the producer what s inside. The horror is only beginning.