Part 2 : Same biker yard — now DEAD silent.

The girl stands shaking, holding an old folded ultrasound photo.

Camera tight on trembling hands.

GIRL (crying):
“He told me to find you… because—”

CRASH ZOOM on her face.

GIRL:
“…you left before I was born.”

MASS SILENCE.

Bikers frozen.

The leader’s hand starts to SHAKE.

He slowly takes the ultrasound photo.

INSERT — handwritten message:
“Tell Rooster I kept my promise.”

The leader staggers back.

LEADER (whispering):
“Maya…”

GIRL (softly):
“That’s my mommy…”

The yard loses all sound.

Then—

The leader drops to his knees.

Years of fear, power… collapsing in one moment.

LEADER (urgent, broken):
“Where is your father?!”

The girl slowly turns.

Points beyond the gate.

Everyone follows her finger.

Outside —

A rusted pickup truck.

Engine screaming.

HORN BLARING NONSTOP.

Camera slowly pushes in…

No one moves.

CUT TO BLACK.

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