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Orange Is The New Red.
Scene opens on the Trump indoor gardens. Tropical birds fly in and out of the camera’s view. The illuminated fountain is running and the colors shift between gold, silver and bronze. Paul Manafort is reclining on a silver velvet couch reading his tablet.
Donald walks in. He is wearing white tennis shorts and flip-flops. He has his full length boxing robe on over a Trump University sweatshirt.
The theme from Rocky plays in the background as he stands at the threshold of his elevated chair. He puts his hands on his hips for a moment and then throws a “Make America Great Again” hat at Manafort.
Manafort says “Why hello sir.” as Donald steps up onto his golden chair.
Donald: Hrump
Manafort: Sir?
Donald: Gimme my hat back.
Manafort tosses it back to Donald: Is something bothering you sir?”
Donald: I want my phone.
Manafort sighs: We talked about this sir. Malania and Donald Jr. agree.
Donald twirls the hat on his fore finger: That Khan guy is killing me.
Manafort: It’ll all blow over sir. We just need to give it a day or so.
Donald: He .. that guy. He has the nerve to say I’ve never read the constitution.
Manafort: Just give it some time sir.
Manafort returns to his tablet and things are quiet for a while. A bird whistles in the atrium.
Donald: What are you reading?
Manafort: Its a historical story based in Napoleonic times.
Donald: Give me my tablet back and maybe I’ll read it too. We can talk about it tomorrow on the plane.
Manafort: Sorry sir – you’ve gone over the agreed limit on your tweets.
Donald.: Who said anything about tweets? I wanna read about that guy.
Manafort looks over his glasses at Donald: What guy?
Donald: That guy. Him. That guy that lives in Napoleon.
Manafort: Just give it some time.
Donald sails the hat over Manafort’s head and it lands in the fountain: Shit.
Manafort: Now you’ve done it. I’m not going in for it again.
Donald: How can that guy – that Mooslim say that I’ve never read the constitution? We read it together, didn’t we Paul?
Manafort: Yes. We did. I remember it was meat loaf night, wasn’t it?
Trump looks up at the ceiling remembering: Yes it was – we were in Scotland I think. Remember cook had forgotten the Quaker oats and he had to drive all over the place to get them? Man he was scared shitless wasn’t he? Guy still thinks I was gonna fire him.
Manafort smiles.
Donald: That was a good meat loaf wasn’t it?
Manafort: Hmm Hmm.
Donald: Well I gotta do something.
Manafort: Jarts?
Donald: Yeah, that sounds like fun! Get Bussey over her, he’s all healed up by now I bet!
Manafort: Yes sir.
Donald climbs off of his chair and walks away as the scene ends. The beginning bars of Hail to the Chief can be heard in the background.