Jeremy Irons stars in a cyclical biopic about my fate as a framed man. In the first act, I am a rich and powerful man, greeted by Miranda Richardson and Kate Winslet in a convertible, an irresistible mother-daughter team. As I slip into the back seat, with my bodyguard next to me in drag, the ladies in the front seat put on their male wigs and mustaches. The next morning I wake up in captivity. Most of my organs have been stolen, and I am trapped in an unknown high rise, at an unknown time and place, facing trial for deeds that cannot be disclosed to me for security reasons. The trial is a sham, but it is not clear who it is intended to deceive. To cement their case, the prosecution shows footage of my career as a rich and powerful man. For the first time I consider my own guilt—or worse, that I may have colluded in my own framing.