EXT./INT. - RON'S HOUSE -- DAY (SORTA)

Helicopters swarm out of a smoky sky. A platoon of grease-painted psychiatrists rappel down dangling ropes. They swing towards and kick through the dirty windows of RON'S HOUSE. Glass EXPLODES and scatters onto an old desk piled high with papers and books. RON - tall, early fifties - takes a long swig of beer.