"Thank you, thank you to the Academy!"
On the Oscar stage, David Fincher held the Oscar for Best Director aloft as he had long wished. He glanced at the stage entrance leading backstage, where Martin was there applauding.
After a decade-long journey chasing the Oscars, he had finally reached the destination and got the result he wanted. David Fincher was thrilled, "Thank you, Martin, you are the best partner! Thanks to my agent, thank you to every member of the crew..."
Nothing out of the ordinary, his routine words of thanks said, David Fincher stepped backstage amid rousing applause.
He came to the entrance, opened his arms, and hugged Martin, saying, "We f*cking did it!"
Martin patted his back. "A perfect ending."
David Fincher let go of Martin and couldn't help but burst into laughter. There was nothing more satisfying in life.
As he was about to walk away, Martin grabbed him, gesturing with his eyes to the side, "Just wait a moment."
