"We need you to spy on him, Nick," the agent hissed. "He’s a high-stakes arms dealer."
"Just... the weight, Javi," Nick said, leaning into the absurdity. "The unbearable weight... of all this talent ." The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) ...
In the end, there were car chases. There were golden guns. There was a moment where Nick had to jump off a cliff while reciting a monologue from The Rock . As he soared through the air, the wind whipping his perfectly manicured hair, he realized he wasn't just a movie star anymore. He was a myth. "We need you to spy on him, Nick," the agent hissed
He landed in the water, surfaced, and looked directly into the sun. "Not the bees," he muttered with a wink to no one. "Definitely not the bees." "The unbearable weight
The lines blurred. Nick was now playing a character playing himself playing a spy. He wore a wire under a Gucci shirt that cost more than a mid-sized sedan. Every time Javi hugged him, the feedback in Nick's ear sounded like a dying whale.
"Being me is a full-time job, Richard," Nick whispered, his eyes widening in that specific way that suggested he might either weep or hijack a plane. "It’s an Olympic sport. It's a high-wire act over a volcano of cinematic history!"
Nick froze, his hand halfway to his hair. "You want me to... act? As a spy? In real life?" He let out a laugh that started as a wheeze and ended as a primal scream. "I’ve played a chemist, a treasure hunter, and a man who stole the Declaration of Independence. This? This is just Tuesday."