No bells or whistles for this, I'll have to find a place to insert it later. Maybe this will replace the conversation with Riley Williams. Anyhow.UN-DELETED SCENE 1: Douglas wins a prize
Randall James knocks on a door in Montana. Alvina Orange answers, then stares mute for a moment as she recognizes the man standing before her.
"Omigosh," she gushes. "I, uh, I'll go get - no, wait, you come on in, make yourself at home. I'll go find Doug, OK?" Randall smiles, nods, and steps inside.
"Hey, there," Douglas says affably as he walks into the living room. "I see you're not above a phone book. To what do I owe this visit?"
"You need to do a little PR work, my friend. I want you to have the Randall James Prize for Proof of the Supernatural."
"I don't need to be rich, Randall. I just need to work on building my powers so that I can do some real good."
"I understand, and this will be real good. Here's what you do: you take a few minutes to show us that you're 'real magic,' then you donate the million dollars to charity. I could think of six really deserving ones right now. No matter whether it ends up being six weeks, six months, or six years until you decide to do your thing, you'll be helping a lot of needy people in the meantime."
"Well, that's true. But - "
"But, nothing! This is a win-win situation! You're already public, you'll get a ton of good publicity, and you'll be laying the groundwork overseas by showing some good will to those outside your home nation."
"I understand. I even agree. Here's the problem: do you really think a bunch of SkepCo investigators are going to just sit and listen as I explain my powers? It will take too much time. I'd rather stop actual crimes than mere tragedies."
"Who says you can't do both?"
"Randall, I can't be everywhere at once."
"But you're here, now. Were you also here when you came to show me your fancy new duds?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"I'm on special assignment from SkepCo to find you. I've got two weeks to get them something, but until then, I'm completely unaccountable. So you put me up here, and I get my scoop. Then you take a few minutes to go through our tests, and you get the prize. We'll give you cash, even. Hell, if you like, I can even handle the whole thing for you! It's my money, I've just got it tied up in SkepCo waiting for some asshole to come up and take it. So do you feel like being that asshole?"
Douglas thinks. It seems almost too easy - no, wait, Randall is just making it easier for him. The paperwork, the write-ups, devising tests that Douglas can complete quickly, this is all hard work. But Randall will be the one doing it, leaving Douglas free to fight crime in the meantime.
"OK, I'm sold. When do we start?"
"Can you talk and fight crime at the same time?"
"Yeah, that's what I've been doing this whole time."
"Then how about now?"