As Willie Nelson sings us through "Crazy," we check in with the East River diner in Brooklyn, where a perky waitress takes an order from a completely bald (no eyebrows, either) gentleman in a dark suit. He wants roast beef, as raw as possible, on a roll, with room temperature water and no ice. The waitress is unfazed, but seems briefly surprised when Baldy orders a side dish of eleven jalapenos. "You got it," she says, widening her eyes slightly at another waitress when she turns around.
Baldy's interested in the construction going on nearby, and takes out a notebook and starts scribbling in it, never once glancing at the page. After flipping open a pocket watch to check the time -- almost 3:15, which is almost 4:20! Woo! -- he whips out a pair of snap-case binoculars and scans the construction workers; the viewfinder seems to have a yellow overlay with targeting and some sort of data analysis -- not that we can make anything out.
The waitress comes back, already with his meal. Maybe it's actually the diner special. She asks about the language he's writing in, as we now see it's an incomprehensible mess of symbols. Also, he's writing right to left. "Is that, like, Korean or something?" she asks. "No," is the entirety of his reply, embarrassing her into babbling about how she was worried about missing something in her Asian studies at CUNY, which is probably code for "I never should have slept with that Takahashi -- he never called me back." He stares at her a moment longer until she leaves, and then he unscrews the pepper shaker and dumps it all out onto his raw roast beef, and soaks the entire mess with Tabasco sauce, and then adds the jalapeno peppers. He plows into the -- I don't know if this is actually recognizable as a sandwich -- creation with the gusto of a man who hasn't eaten in weeks, while the waitresses look on with increasingly undisguised disgust.
Then it's back to the construction watching and cryptic note-taking.
The ground starts to tremble. The sandwich gods are angry at the consumption of such an abomination! Or, it's an earthquake. As the other non-disgusting patrons of the East River diner start to file out, Baldy calmly gulps his water. Outside, an explosion rocks the construction site, and the massive crane totters and then falls. Chaos is erupting, but the waitress will be pleased to find Baldy at least left money on the table for his meal. He calmly puts on his hat and sunglasses, and strolls outside, towards the construction site, carrying a briefcase, to the edge of the crater. He takes out a phone. "It has arrived," he says.