Jeb Bush is standing on the terrace of an expensive condo in Miami. He looks pensive. He speaks.
Jeb: Rubio, Rubio, wherefore art thou, Rubio?
Marco approaches in the square below and responds.
Marco: Here, my former liege.
Jeb: Why hast thou betrayed me, Rubio?
Marco: Thou gaveth me a sword. Didst thou not expect me to use it?
Jeb: On the Democrats, Rubio, the Democrats.
Marco: The time hath come for a new band of leaders. Thou art too old. Thy energy is waning.
Jeb: Long life is a good thing.
Marco: And thy brother is an albatross. Thou claimeth to be thy own man, yet thou useth his advisors. It looks bad.
Jeb: My brother is a problem, I’ll grant you. But thou stoleth my donors! My friends!
Marco: Politics are not for the overly scrupulous, or the faint of heart.
Jeb: Thou wouldst have been my successor. I would have given thee my blessing in 2024.
Marco: The time is now. I leave for Iowa. He leaves.
Jeb: Fool I was to be his friend.
I’ll fight him to the bitter end.
He goes back in the condo and turns on the A/C.