Very nice. Who put together the menu?
The Prefect said Northern Italian, and I knew just what to do.
INT. VIDEO CONTROL BOOTH - DAY
Clad in robes, Duvane stands behind a TECHNICIAN and watches Napolitano nod and take a seat.
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
Half-empty dishes, Napolitano sipping wine, answering emails. Duvane enters and the mayor rises and tucks away his phone. The Chef returns and clears away the dishes.
Mr. Mayor! Thank you for coming!
Your buddy the undersheriff seems to think it's in my best interest. I wonder why that is.
Duvane laughs as they shake hands.
Italians! Always a drama. From Caligula to the Borgias...
Don't forget Machiavelli. So, you were about to tell me why I'm here.
A man in my position hears many things.
Especially from the lost saps who donate their life savings or sign over their trust funds, trying to reach "quantum mass." That's part of the process, isn't it? Confession?
Unburdening the soul is vital, yes. I wish I could take credit for that, but, alas, we're not the first.
But maybe first to get so cozy with the undersheriff.