Trump - Greed

Title: Christus Rex and Trump Discuss the Wretched Poor

INT. MARBLE HALL – NIGHT

Gold chandeliers shimmer above as Christus Rex, dressed in radiant white with a crown of thorns plated in chrome, sits across from Donald Trump, who nurses a Diet Coke and adjusts his red tie. The two are surrounded by silent, grim-faced guards wearing robes stitched with dollar signs.

CHRISTUS REX
The old Christ said, “Sell all you have, give it to the poor, and follow me.” That was a hard teaching. Too hard. The rich turned their backs.

TRUMP
Well, yeah. It’s bad for business. That kind of talk tanks the stock market.

CHRISTUS REX
And so the new Christ speaks in Wall Street tongues. I say now: Split the money 50/50. Half for you, half for the hungry. For the homeless, the sick, the broken.

TRUMP
So... you're not a socialist, you're a negotiator. I like that. Very Art of the Deal.

CHRISTUS REX
No, Donald. I am mercy made strategy. I learned the hard truth—if you ask for everything, they give you nothing. But if you ask for half, they feel like they won. And the children still eat.

TRUMP
It’s bold. Very bold. But what about the wretched poor? Some say they don’t try hard enough.

CHRISTUS REX
They are wretched because we made them wretched. The systems, the wars, the debts—we built their prisons and then judged them for being trapped inside.

TRUMP
So you’re saying we give them... half the kingdom?

CHRISTUS REX
No, Donald. I’m saying give them what was already stolen. And in return, you might save your soul.

TRUMP
(sips his Coke)
I’ll run the numbers.

FADE OUT
The golden room goes dim as Christus Rex rises. The light catches the thorns on his crown—sharpened not to bleed, but to remind.

A new Christ for a new world. A deal broker for the damned.