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It’s late in the Don’s second term. The Don and his recently elected successor, Michael “Whitey” Pence, sit in the Don’s private garden in Mar-a-Lago on a bright, sunny day in South Florida.
The Don is older and slower now, only able to work 18 hours a day. He’s still recovering from Bob “Ferris” Mueller’s seven-year vendetta to bring down Big D on the mean streets of D.C. on behalf of the ruthless government crime families controlling the nation’s capitol.
The Don: So—Pelosi’s family will move against you first. Nancy, or maybe Maxine, will try to set up a meeting with someone you absolutely trust, guaranteeing your safety. And at the meeting, you’ll be impeached. (beat) I never drank alcohol before. Now I’m drinking a lot of wine.
Whitey: It’s good for you, Don.
The Don: I don’t know—your wife and children—are you happy with them?
Whitey: Very happy.
The Don: That’s good. I hope you don’t mind the way I…I keep going over this business with Pelosi and the other Swamp families, the Black Hand Caucus… I can’t remember them all. There were so many.
Whitey: I’ve got it, Don.
The Don: It’s an old habit. I spent my life trying not to be careless—liberals and lobbyists can be careless, but if you want to reduce the power in D.C., you… (The Don looks distracted) How’s your boy?
Whitey: He’s good, Don. He’s 37 now.
The Don: You know, I never wanted this for you. I wanted you to be an international financier and currency trader, like…, uh, the ugly guy…
The Don: Yeah, Soros. I keep forgetting. Anyway, I never wanted you to be mixed up with this political stuff. It’s nasty business. Did I ever tell you how the Clinton family tried to take me down? Couldn’t do it. Then they had to take a shotgun to all their cell phones and computers and bury them in a swamp near Foggy Bottom not far from where they finished off General Flynn and Georgie the Greek…what’s his…?
The Don: Yeah. The Greek. And then they went after the fat guy with the bad dye job…
The Don: Yeah. I never trusted that guy anyway. So, Michael…
Whitey: (patting The Don on his forearm) Don’t worry, Don. I’m ready for Ferris Mueller, and if the DOJ syndicate comes at me with another dossier, whether it’s steel, or iron, whatever. You taught me…
The Don: Remember, they don’t do the omerta thing anymore. Soon as they’re caught they start singing, or flipping I think they call it…. And remember how we got rid of that tall guy, Cometti, or Comey, what they changed it to when his people came over from the old country.
Whitey: I got it, Don. Let’s get you some rest.
Whitey helps The Don up. They move slowly out the garden, Whitey patting The Don on his shoulder.