The camera opens to a dimly lit prison cell block with rugged, concrete walls and narrow metal bars. Inside one of the cells stands Sean Combs, a stylish, muscular African American male in his mid-50s. Sean is wearing a bright orange jumpsuit, unbuttoned at the top to reveal a glint of silver chains. His low haircut is freshly trimmed with neat edges and perfectly styled waves, which he brushes every few minutes with precise care. He stands behind the cell bars, gripping them dramatically with one hand while gazing out longingly. The cell lighting reflects off his shiny, oiled skin. With a deep sigh, Sean speaks mournfully, "I'm locked up, and they won't let me out..." He brushes his hair with intense focus and mutters, "How can they do me like this? No freedom... and worst of all, no baby oil."