It’s a beautiful day in Boston, Jim. as our cameras pan the crowds that have lined the streets for this race, you can feel the excitement . . “
“Bob, cue a 60-second spot and CUT the feed. NOW. “
“Jim, what the hell is wrong with you?”
”Sorry, Richard, I was thinking about the airport”
“What about the airport? God damn it, Jim, look at me when I’m talking to you — we’ve got 20 million viewers and you pick this morning to fall off the wagon?”
“Bullshit. I haven’t touched a drop.”
“Then tell me — what’s wrong with you?
“The airport. . ..”
“For the love of God, man, what about the airport?”
“The passengers that flew out of Logan. They started the real race.”
“Jim, what are you talking about?”
“Nine-eleven was the real race day, but it’s not over yet. Not by a long shot.”
“OK, that’s it. GET HIM OFF THE SET and don’t make me say it twice.
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing some technical difficulties, we’ll be right back . . .
“I SAID I WANT HIM OFF THE SET. Bob, please: call security if you must, but get him off this stage.”
“Richard, there’s no need for Bob to call Security. Just hear me out for two minutes, then I’ll leave peacefully.”
“All right, Jim, you’ve got ONE minute, not two. That’s it.”
“lLogan was just a warm-up, Richard”
“Yeah, right. You now have fifty seconds.”
“It didn’t stop that day, did it Richard?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“They’re still running.”
“Who are they?”
“They. We. Us. We’re still running, aren’t we Richard?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Suicide has surpassed car crashes as the leading cause of injury death for Americans. Even more disturbing, more U.S. Soldiers died in 2012 by suicide than in combat.”
“Jim. Your point?”
“As our churches empty and the the psychiatric wards and crack houses fill to capacity, we are in darkness. There’s no light. Look at the legacy we’re leaving our children.”
“Times up. Enough bullshit. You want to believe the world’s in a dark place and our children will . . . [A tremendous explosion] WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
[A second explosion from a pressure cooker bomb decapitates Richard.]
[Lying on the floor, covered with dust and glass, a camera man slowly makes his way across shattered equipment and broken bodies to Jim. “Who is it we’re running from?” he asks in a hoarse whisper.]
“What difference does it make what you call him today. Like a virus, he’ll just mutate tomorrow”
“The Devil?” he asked.”
Jim turned away and stared at a smoldering disconnected hand lying on a desk.
“How do we find him?” the camera man said.
“Just look in the mirror, friend. Just look in the mirror”