The duffle bag is still open on the counter.
The receptionist is trembling.
Receptionist (English): “Where did you get this money?! Answer me!”
The boy doesn’t move. Calm. Too calm.
Slow close-up on his face.
Boy (English): “You think money like this belongs to someone rich?”
Security steps closer.
Security Guard (English): “Step away from the counter, kid!”
The boy finally turns his head slightly.
Boy (English): “It doesn’t belong to me… it belongs to the truth you all ignored.”
Silence hits again.
A hidden envelope slides out of the bag with a bank logo no one recognizes.
Gasps in the room.
