Well Done, Good and Faithful Servant

Scene:

Hays Morgan, discrete suite, one in the morning, 18 months ago.

Hillary and Bernie have taken off their shoes and are relaxing with scotch rocks, enjoying the candor that can come with the ending of a long, good day.

Hillary:

Bill had an idea. You up for it?

Bernie:

Maybe so. He coming up?

Hillary:

No.

Bernie:

Ok. What’s the big dog’s big idea?

Hillary:

You run for president.

Bernie:

Thought you were doing that.

Hillary:

I am But I need help to secure my left. We don’t want you to win, Bernie. You can’t win. You know that. We just want you to run.

Bernie:

And what’s in this…pour moi?

Hillary:

You get to blaze on center stage. Country pays attention to your Children’s Crusade. After that…the moment we’re looking for…is when you raise my arm in the air and declare: United!
On To Victory! In November!

Bernie:

So I divide the party in order to unite it behind you.

Hillary:

But you have to make it look good. Sell it. Come after me. Enough to fool Rush Limbaugh.

Bernie:

But, suppose. Just…suppose…

Hillary:

Bernie, you’re a commie. Don’t suppose.

Bernie:

I’l do my best.

Hillary:

We’re not asking for your best. We’re telling you to do what is required.

Bernie:

When do we do the…hold your hand in the air march on to victory in November deal?

Hillary:

July. And, Bernie..?

Bernie:

Yes?

Hillary:

This could be a lot of fun.

Yesterday, Hilary won the Nevada Primary. But Bernie Sanders won everything else.


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