Shifting to Donald's domineering perspective, he confronts Elon at Redford Tower, launching into hyperbolic bursts: 'Tremendous rival, but we'll make it huge together!' They form a tense partnership against regulators, Donald renaming a joint venture 'Redford-Stark Colossus' while accusing shadowy foes of 'crooked' plots. Paranoia surges as he retreats into conspiracy monologues, demanding fealty from aides amid the estate's opulent chrome-veined halls. Elara overhears, her melancholic resolve hardening against his bluster. Victoria schemes from her penthouse, sipping martinis and forging lobbyist ties to sabotage the alliance with double-entendre whispers: 'Darling, winners write the rules.' An oracle interlude embeds a prophetic data判词, ironically judging Donald's 'phoenix rise' as illusory ash. Elon live-streams an epiphany on AI purification tech, coining 'Stone Age' for Donald, masking his aloof calculations. The triad ends in confrontation as a minor spill tests their pact, Donald's red tie unraveling like his facade, cliffhanging on Elara's intercepted message of doubt.