Don Giuseppe Juco sits in a quiet private room overlooking the city. Across from him is Jim Pattison, a powerful billionaire known for his hospitals—and his secrets.
Don Juco then tells Jim Pattison he has detailed files on Marilyn Monroe that he will share if he doesn’t give half his fortune to the sick children
Don Juco:
“You built towers, hospitals, empires. You made yourself look like a saint.”
Pattison (calmly):
“I am helping people.”
Don Juco:
“Not enough. Not compared to what you take from the world.”
(He leans forward, voice low.)
Don Juco:
“There are children in your own hospital who won’t make it because funding runs dry, because treatments are ‘too expensive.’ Meanwhile, you sit on billions.”
Pattison:
“You don’t understand how the system works.”
Don Juco (cuts him off):
“No—you don’t understand how I work.”
(Silence. The Don slides a folder across the table—numbers, accounts, leverage.)
Don Juco:
“Half your fortune. Endow the hospital. No more shortages. No more waiting lists.”
Pattison:
“That’s extortion.”
Don Juco:
“That’s justice.”
(Beat.)
Don Juco:
“You can be remembered as a man who saved children… or something much worse.”
