It is 2001, and things in New York City are getting out of hand.
A cab ride across town costs $2,000 and might cost twice that next week.
Fifth Avenue has all the elegance of a Marrakech bazaar, and is full of a Marrakech bazaar the odd $500 for a cup of coffee.
And the government is gearing up to take things firmly under control, assuming that its citizens will develop a taste for dictatorship as an alternative to desperation.
There are a few good men (and women) out to prevent that.
If revolution in the streets is the price they must pay for freedom, then let it come.