Trump gives the most pitiful press conference in history to a tiny number of reporters in the lobby of the Commodore, in which he announces his intent to make this rat-infested flophouse into a luxury hotel. A reporter who is skeptical enough to dismissively eat a sandwich right through the middle of all this (in case you didn't know, eating a sandwich while someone is talking is the way that Hollywood represents bored, world-weary cynicism) mentions to Trump that he hasn't even put any buildings up yet. Trump banters back that the reporter doesn't have a Pulitzer yet, either. And, of course, I use the word "banter" very loosely, and wouldn't even have known that was meant to be sharp-tongued if Wennik didn't immediately and exaggeratedly cover his eyes with his hand, all, "Oh, that was a painful one, Karnak, now let's talk about Steve and Eydie!" After the press conference, an ever-supportive Freddy tells Donald that he's going back to the office, and then Wennik consoles Trump with the following bon mot: "I know that things look really, really rough right now, but remember this. [Failed pause for the development of comic tension.] It'll get worse." Wennik should have his own show, and it should have the word "beleaguered" in the description in TV Guide. And I shouldn't watch it, but I know people who should.
Later, a cigarette is dramatically lit as Trump and Wennik discuss their progress. Wennik exposits that the financing for the project isn't going to come through without "a huge tax abatement from the city." Wow. Nothing spices up a TV movie like talk of public finance. The irony is that the city won't do the abatement until the financing is there. Get it? IT'S A CATCH-22. And it's because of bureaucracy and the government's need to control your ass. Let's all stop and go read Animal Farm and Lord of the Flies. The explanation of the plot continues with unbelievable clumsiness as Wennik tells Trump things he would already know, which amount ultimately to the fact that a tax incentive is awaiting their use, but they can't use it unless they work on a project that is "an industrial project in a substandard area." Trump comes up with the brilliant idea of promoting tourism as an industry and all of midtown Manhattan as a substandard area. Yeah, not sure what's groundbreaking there, but something clearly is. They speak of the deliciousness of this rather obvious plan, and then Wennik mentions that Papa-T would probably have to be involved. All of a sudden, this same Trump who recently cited his father in desperation is utterly enraged, spinning to order Wennik not to bring up his father. "Do you want this or not?" Wennik demands to know. And by "this," he means the project, but it would have been awesome if he had smiled coyly and cupped his pecs on that line. I would have worshiped him until the day I die.