CSI: American Carnage (Dec. 1, 2020)
My work here is done.
WASHNGTON – Donald lifts his head and looks at Scott, ramrod straight in front of the muted teevee. Donald says, What brings you here before us, radiologist? Scott looks down. He says, My work here is done. your grace. I have done your bidding and completed my task. Donald says, It is so. Your name is now known throughout the land and around the world. You have done well, radiologist. Scott looks down and shakes his head. I owe it all to you, highness. I would never have been able to take so many of them down without the opportunity you bestowed on me. The ratings at Fox were declining at an alarming rate. You saved me from that fate. Donald shakes his head, No, no, radiologist. We owe you a great debt of gratitude. Your culling has been my greatest achievement. Where to now? Scott looks up, his eyes seemingly fixed on some far-off land. He says, It seems that they need me in Brazil, now, or perhaps in Russia. There have been inquiries from England that, you might say, intrigue me. Donald says, Can we not convince you to stay? There is much that needs to be done in Georgia, for instance, and New York and California are ripening once again. Scott says, Yes, the coastal areas are regaining traction. It’s true. Donald says, Georgia is soft. A man of your skill can make short work of such a place. It could be decimated by early in the new year. Do this for me, and you will be richly rewarded, you can be sure. Scott grows pensive. He is still. But then his eyes flash and he turns his head. He says, You are too generous sire. But I must decline. Georgia is well seeded and soon thanatos will water the ripening fruit. My work there is done. Soon, you will be able to harvest the abundant fields and increase the holdings of the royal storehouses. An unimaginable wealth to someone like me. Donald says, So I cannot convince you? Scott says, No. I must be off. There are children I must cripple. Grandparents I must cut down. Lovers and friends who must be separated. There is work to do. Donald clasps Scott’s hand. We bid you godspeed and a bountiful taking, radiologist. Scott bows, turns on his heel, and is gone. Donald sighs and falls on the recliner. He brushes off a partially eaten chicken wing from the sidetable and takes a pensive bite in silence.