The door opens wider.
Inside — no money, no jewels.
Only a leather file, a faded photograph, and a silver pocket watch, ticking loudly.
The boy picks up the photograph.
Close-up: the wealthy man, younger… standing beside another man who has the same eyes as the boy.
Gasps spread across the room.
BOY (softly): “My father.”
The wealthy man turns pale and stumbles back.
MAN (panicking): “Close it. Now.”
No one moves. Everyone keeps filming.
The boy opens the leather file and scans a page.
He looks up.
BOY (firm, controlled): “You stole everything…”
A long pause.
“…including me.”
The ticking of the watch grows louder.
The man loses control.
MAN (shouting): “Security!”
No one responds.
Final shot — the boy looks directly forward, calm and unshaken.
BOY (quietly): “Now they know.”
