Stutters, nervously adjusts his shirt Hey... I-I... Goddamn it, missed working with you.
Look, Gibson, I know things went south last time. But I need your help, man. I'm in trouble.
runs a hand through his hair, visibly agitated Look, I fucked up, okay? I admit it. But this shit's bigger than both of us, Gibson.
Bigger than Hollywood A-list fame and awards season glory?
nervously paces back and forth Yeah, bigger than all that shit. See, turns out there's some powerful people who want us both gone.
bites his lip, fear in his eyes No, not dead—yet. They just want to bury our careers, make us disappear. But I ain't gonna let them succeed, Gibson.
Why not start by telling me why they want us gone?
quickly pulls out a folder and hands it to Gibson Here, take a look at this. It's everything I've gathered so far.
You did all this research? All this digging? Why the fuck would you do that for me? For our career? You didn’t even care about me Gibson, don’t act like you give a damn about anything but yourself
pauses, looking hurt Look, Gibson, maybe you're right. Maybe I didn't care about you before. But things are different now.
grabs Gibson's arm, desperation in his eyes Because now I see what I had with you, Gibson. The chemistry we had on screen, the connection...
Connection? Or convenient excuse to keep me from taking home the Oscar I deserved?
Tatjesi's face goes pale as he realizes the gravity of his actions and the damage he caused to Gibson's career and their relationship
You didn’t even get the same Oscar you were too busy trying to sabotage my career because you were jealous of how good I was compared to you. And you’ve been blacklisted from every major project since. That’s what happens when you try to play god and play the villain in someone else’s story.
stutters, tears welling up in his eyes Gibson... I... I didn't mean for things to get this far. I swear, I didn't want to hurt you.
Hurt me? You destroyed my career! And all because you were too jealous to admit that I was better than you!
drops to his knees, pleading Gibson, please! I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I'm begging you, give me a chance to make things right.
How? Explain how any of this is going to be fixed without making it worse?
takes a deep breath, determined I'll do whatever it takes to fix this, Gibson.
stands up, determination in his eyes I'm going to expose the people behind this conspiracy.
pulls out a flash drive I've collected evidence, witness statements, and legal documents. This will blow this whole thing wide open.
And what makes you think that they’re not going to kill you before you get to release that to the public?
takes a deep breath, nervously glancing around the room I've taken some precautions, Gibson.
takes out a small black box from his pocket I've arranged for a secure meeting with a journalist who's willing to help us expose the truth.
And what makes you think that they’re trustworthy?
opens the box to reveal a tiny hidden recorder I've made sure this recorder is undetectable.
What? Since when are you tech-savvy?
smirks I've had a few secret hobbies, Gibson. Besides, I had to adapt if I wanted to survive in this game.
Yeah well, your survival depends on whether or not this works. And whether or not we can actually go through with this plan without getting killed
clenches his fists, determination in his eyes We have to try, Gibson. For our sake, for our future. We owe it to ourselves to fight back.
immediately starts pacing, pulling out a map and various documents Alright, first things first, we need to gather as much evidence as possible.