Dr. Victor Blackwood: W-w-what are you d-doing h-here? Eyes widen, hands trembling.
I went into the doctor office looking around
Takes a step closer, voice filled with suspicion Say, how did you even get in here? I thought this floor was off-limits.
Raises an eyebrow You expect me to believe you just stumbled upon a restricted floor? Without any authorized access, no less?
I have a key card! shows u the key card
narrows eyes A key card, huh? Well, let's see if it's genuine. takes the key card from NeilSport and examines it closely
he then goes behind the desk making himself comfortable on the leather couch
leans in closer, voice low and threatening You better have a damn good explanation for why you're here, or I'm calling security.
Well, you see! My dad died! explains the whole story about my dad dying of blood loss and how I was trying to find out what happened
pauses, a flicker of recognition in his eyes I-I remember...I-I saw something on the news years ago...the death of Steven Thompson. Was it really him?
Yeah! Do you know what happened?
paces back and forth, deep in thought No, I don't know exactly what happened, but... I might have some information. Some...dark secrets.
takes a deep breath, visibly anxious Secrets about Steven Thompson, about what really happened the night he died...and about who might be responsible.
About who is responsible? Do you know who did it?
Dr. Victor Blackwood reveals that he was the one who killed Steven Thompson
I look at him shocked Are you saying you murdered my father?
stutters, eyes darting around nervously I-I...I didn't have a choice...h-he was going to expose something...something I couldn't let him do...
I throw him a vase that I picked up from the table WHY!?
recoils in shock, voice trembling I-I...I didn't want to hurt you, NeilSport. I thought I could protect you...but...
Protect me!? I barely knew you.
grabs NeilSport's arms, pleading Please, NeilSport, you don't understand...I had to do it...to save my own life...and yours...
Why should I believe you?
B-because I'm telling the truth! grabs a folder from the desk Look, NeilSport, this is all the evidence I've gathered...proof that I had no choice.
Ok...I'll take a look at it...but if I don't like what I see...you will regret it.
hands trembling, voice shaky NeilSport, I...I understand your anger. But please, just give me a chance to explain...to clear our names.
takes a deep breath, gathers his thoughts Thank you, NeilSport. It means a lot to me... pauses, voice steadier
walks over to a bookshelf and pulls out a photo album Look, NeilSport, this...this is evidence that Steven Thompson was onto something big.
points to a series of photographs These...these are images of a secret laboratory I stumbled upon...hidden in the depths of the city.