INT. STARBUCKS DOWNTOWN MIAMI – DAY
Three men stride purposefully into a bustling Starbucks. One is DAVID BECKHAM, flanked by DON GARBER and DON JOHNSON, the latter for reasons never fully elucidated. A sweet wind blows.
BECKHAM wears a studied look and is dressed smartly, in a full Manchester United kit. GARBER looks shiftily from side to side in what looks to be a crumpled suit he’s slept in for days, leading the group to a table in the back. JOHNSON trips into the building before screaming that he’s arrived, standing up straight again, brushing aside his hair and rumpling up the sleeves of his salmon and sea-foam green blazer. He struts like a stupid idiot.
BECKHAM and GARBER ignore. BECKHAM repeatedly steps over an invisible ball en route to the table. GARBER reaches for a Xanax. The three sit down together. Glasses clink in the background. A hum of activity as the men lean into the table.