Scene: Suburban Kitchen – Morning

RANDY, a middle-aged man in a “Save America” t-shirt, stands proudly in his gleaming, newly remodeled kitchen, giving CARLOS, a stocky Latino man in a worn uniform, an enthusiastic handshake. Carlos holds a clipboard and offers a polite, guarded smile.

RANDY

(grinning, voice loud and cheerful)

Carlos, my man! Good to see you here. I gotta say, proud of your people voting the right way this time. We’re all about family values and hard work, right? That’s what’s gonna save this country!

(firm handshake, hearty grin)

You guys are waking up. That’s what this country needs, right? Patriots!

CARLOS

(nods, half-smiling)

Yes, sir. We’re just trying to do our jobs, support our families.

RANDY

Exactly! Hard work, family values—America’s about that. (pauses, chuckles) Anyways, the dishwasher’s been making a noise like it’s grinding up marbles or something. Think you can handle it?

CARLOS

(curtly nodding)

Yes, sir. Just here to do my job.

RANDY

Exactly! Anyway, my dishwasher’s been rattling like crazy. Think you can take a look?

Carlos opens the dishwasher, jostles a few parts with a screwdriver, but barely seems interested. Randy watches over him impatiently, shifting his weight back and forth.

Carlos kneels by the dishwasher, rattling around with tools. Randy hovers, watching him out of the corner of his eye, while scrolling on his phone. After a few minutes, Carlos closes the dishwasher door, standing up.

CARLOS

Alright, Mr. Randy. Should be all set now. I’ve run some diagnostics, cleaned up a few parts. You’re good to go.

RANDY

(grins and claps Carlos on the shoulder)

Just what I like to hear! You guys never fail. Well—since you got it fixed so quick, think we could knock off a few bucks on the bill? (smiling) You know how it is, times are tight.

Carlos hesitates, catching Randy’s expectant look, and nods reluctantly.

CARLOS

Sure. I’ll adjust the price.

Carlos scrawls a new total on the invoice and hands it over. Randy reaches into his wallet and pulls out a few crumpled bills, pressing them into Carlos’s hand. The bills are clearly fake—poorly printed, faded, and missing watermarks. Carlos glances at the cash, realizing he’s being stiffed, but says nothing, his expression unreadable.

RANDY

(winking)

Here you go, champ. Keep up the good work. You guys are really getting with the program. America needs that.

Carlos nods, forces a tight smile, and leaves without a word. Once he’s gone, Randy chuckles to himself, thinking he got a great deal.

Carlos nods and leaves, closing the door behind him. Randy shakes his head with a smirk and walks back to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. He pauses as he hears a low grinding sound from the dishwasher, then the motor stuttering.

RANDY

(annoyed)

Oh, you gotta be kidding me…

He presses the start button, but the dishwasher just groans louder and then clunks to a stop. before falling silent.

RANDY

(frowning, muttering)

What the—?