(Promo) Shot opens to Star in his Hollywood home. He is hosting an after party for his latest films red carpet premiere. The house is completely packed with celebs. Jessica Alba and Brad Pitt are seen conversing in the kitchen and Justin Bieber has literally buried his face into a pile cocaine. DJ Khalid is on a mic, yelling "we da bes!" on top of some fire beats. Kim Kardashian's ass keeps knocking expensive artwork over. Shot moves to Star sitting in a throne like gilded chair with red padding and gold stiching. As he sips his martini, a courier arrives with a FedEx envelope.
"Last time I saw you, I had to go through a no holds barred match. What do you want now?"
The courier slowly extends an envelope toward Star and he rips from the couriers hands. Hand still shaking, he then extends Star a pen.
"Ohh, you want an autograph too? Fucking mark."
The courier replies "Sorry sir, I actually need you to sign for that." His voice cracking all along the way.
Star hastily signs for the envelope. The text on the envelope reads "From the Northern Office"
"What the fuck do they want?" Star questions as he opens the envelope and begins to read. As he reads, he becomes physically upset. As he finishes, he looks up at the courier and begins berating him.
"I took a semester of Law and now I'm the head of FSB Legal? What the fuck kind of shit is this? They can afford a real fucking lawye..... ohhhhhh, right. Yeah, they can hardly afford band aids."
The courier begins to back away and Star yells, "Hey! Do I get paid more for this?"
The courier shakes even more agressively as he motions to flip the letter over. As soon as Star flips the paper, the courier sprints out of the house. The camera pans down toward the paper. It reads, "P.S. you're doing this for free, or we can just let someone else have that briefcase. Sincerely, Commissioner Combs"
Shot returns to regular FSB action.