INT. FBI SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
The rain pelts the windows. Inside, a dim desk lamp casts long shadows. Agent FOX MULDER sits across from DONALD TRUMP, who is slouched in his chair, hands folded like he’s at a high-stakes poker game.
MULDER
Mr. Trump… we can end this. But you need to tell me everything you know about the Rothschild Illuminati. Names, meetings, financial back channels—how deep it goes.
TRUMP
(leans forward)
Fox, you have no idea how deep it goes. They’re in the banks, the media, the governments… it’s like… the swamp, but global. Believe me, nobody’s seen a swamp like this.
MULDER
If you testify—under oath—I can drop all federal charges against you. In exchange, you and Melania will be relocated to Slovenia under FBI protection. You’ll stay there until we can confirm you’re safe.
TRUMP
Slovenia? Melania will like that. I’ll have to learn how to say “beautiful” in Slovenian. Probably already know it.
MULDER
This isn’t a vacation. The Illuminati won’t stop until they silence you. If you cooperate, you get a new life. If you don’t… you disappear.
Trump glances out the window. A flash of lightning illuminates the rain-streaked glass. For just a second, he sees the faint reflection of a man in a black fedora standing outside.
TRUMP
Alright, Fox. I’ll talk. But you better believe me—once I say what I know, the game changes. For everyone.
Mulder leans in, recorder ready.
MULDER
Then let’s change the game.
The lamp flickers. Somewhere outside, a car door slams.