INT. CHELSEA HOTEL, NYC – DAY
Clad in a white lab coat, brilliant inventor Edie Sedgwick works in a small space surrounded with state-of-the-art culinary apparatus. She carefully moves a pastry-like substance from an oven to a frying pan. Then, a knock at her door,
SEDGWICK It's open!
Two shadowy men, Agent Smith and Agent Jones slither into her lab space. With her back to them Sedgwick asks,
SEDGWICK Did you get the new strain of yeast?
Smith grabs Sedgwick from behind, forcing a chloroformed towel over her mouth and nose. Sedgwick struggles and tries to scream. As her body goes limp Jones comes over, takes out a hypodermic, and injects a brown substance into Sedgwick’s arm. Smith drops Sedgwick and her body falls to the floor. Jones takes a bite out of one of the Cronuts on the work table. He seems weak and his eyes start to water:
SMITH How is it?
JONES It's good. Too good. SMITH Take her equipment. Load it into the van. All of it. Then give her another injection. JONES What about the apartment? SMITH Torch it. JONES What about her?
Agent Smith tears Sedgwick’s lab coat and clothes off, stuffs them into a plastic bag and leaves her on the floor in her black bra and cotton briefs.
SMITH Leave her. She was careless. And stupid. Drop a half-smoked cigarette on her mattress. Tell no one. This lab never existed. Today never happened.