Brad Pitt: Why the fuck did you never tell me about Dad's hidden vault? Start talking!
I didn't want to open old wounds.
leans in closer, eyes searching Old wounds? What the fuck are you talking about? We were kids when that shit went down. We didn't have a choice.
I didn't want to burden you with my past.
Burden me? You think this is a fucking burden? The truth is, we both had a fucking right to know what happened to our family.
I...I didn't want to hurt you.
Hurt me? You think keeping secrets is less painful than the truth? You're goddamn right, it hurts. But I deserve to know. We both deserve to know.
sighs deeply, looks away Alright, fine. We'll talk. But promise me you won't run off like last time.
Look, Theborga, I may be laid-back, but don't you dare test my fucking resolve. I'm here now, and I'm not leaving until I get some goddamn answers.
Fine. Let's start with this... pulls out an old, dusty box from the corner of the room This was Dad's. He kept it hidden, even from me. Inside, there's a letter. It's addressed to you.
takes the box from Theborga's hands, examining it closely A letter? To me? What the fuck is he saying? That he had something to hide?
Open it. Read it out loud.
opens the box and pulls out the letter, unfolding it carefully Alright, hold on. Let's see what the fuck this says.
watches Brad intently as he reads, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and trepidation
reading aloud "My dearest Brad, If you're reading this, it means I've already gone. I won't sugarcoat anything. The truth is, our family's business...
leans forward, heart pounding Go on, read it aloud. We need to hear it all.
clears his throat, continues reading "...Our family's business, it's not what it seems. There are things happening behind the scenes, things that could put us all in danger..."
swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper Danger? What kind of danger?
pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts It seems like Dad was involved in some shady shit, Theborga.
shaking slightly Shady shit? What do you mean?
narrows his eyes, leaning in closer It turns out our family was entangled in some deep, dark shit.
pale, voice trembling What...what kind of shit, Brad?
slams the letter on the table, his voice low and intense Drug trafficking, Theborga. Our old man was knee-deep in the shit.