Scene: A New York Subway Train, Late at Night
Joe Jukic leans against a metal pole as the train rattles down the tracks. Across from him, sitting on a worn-out seat, is his Freemason brother—Cosmo Kramer. Dressed in his usual thrift-shop chic, Kramer bounces his knee and looks around, ever the man of the people. The scent of stale pretzels and subway grime lingers in the air.
Joe:
(Arms crossed, smirking.)
So, tell me, Cosmo—what’s your great political philosophy?
Kramer:
(Leaning in, lowering his voice like he’s about to reveal an ancient secret.)
Joe, my boy… if you wanna serve the people, you gotta walk amongst them. Ride the bus, take the subway. Feel the rhythm of the city, the heartbeat of the common man!
Joe:
(Laughs, shaking his head.)
So you’re telling me the secret to good governance is… public transit?
Kramer:
(Eyes wide, pointing a dramatic finger.)
Exactly! You see, Joe, most politicians? They zip around in fancy limos, walled off from the real world. But the people? The real people? They’re here, man! Right here! (Gestures wildly at the subway car, which is mostly empty except for a sleeping old man and a guy reading a newspaper.)
Joe:
(Nods, amused.)
So if I wanna rule the world, I start by taking the bus?
Kramer:
(Taps his temple.)
It’s not just about taking the bus, Joe. It’s about being seen. You sit next to the guy with the tuna sandwich, the lady with the three kids, the Wall Street stiff loosening his tie. You make eye contact, you connect. Because when the people see you, they trust you. And when they trust you… they follow you.
Joe:
(Raises an eyebrow, intrigued.)
And this is a Freemason thing?
Kramer:
(Leaning back, winking.)
Let’s just say… George Washington wasn’t riding no golden chariot, my friend. He walked with the troops, felt the mud under his boots. And me? I take the F Train! (Gestures grandly as the train screeches to a stop.)
A beat of silence. The doors slide open. Kramer springs up.
Kramer:
(Grinning.)
Come on, Joe! Let’s walk amongst the people!
Joe chuckles, shakes his head, and follows. As they step onto the platform, Kramer adjusts his thrift-store blazer and immediately starts chatting up a confused hot dog vendor. Joe just sighs and watches the madness unfold.
FADE TO BLACK.