The lobby glows in warm gold—chandeliers above, polished marble reflecting quiet elegance—guests moving without urgency—
everything controlled.
Then—
a small hand tugs at a sleeve.
“You have a watch like my father’s…”
The businessman stops mid-step.
Looks down.
CLOSE-UP—
a silver watch on his wrist.
Then—
the boy.
Dirty.
Still.
Watching him too closely.
“What’s your dad’s name?”
The boy answers quietly.
“Scott.”
EXTREME CLOSE-UP—
the man’s face shifts instantly.
Confidence—
gone.
Shock.
Recognition.
He drops to his knees—fast—
like the ground gave way beneath him.
FLASH—
a memory—
a warehouse—
shadows—
hands grabbing—
a man pulling him back—
saving him—
Scott.
Back to now.
His voice breaks.
“Scott…?”
He removes the watch—
hands shaking—
presses it into the boy’s hands.
“Keep it… your father saved my life…”
A tear rolls down the boy’s cheek.
But he doesn’t smile.
CLOSE-UP—
the boy looking at the watch.
Not surprised.
Like he already knows it.
The man freezes.
Something off.
Something wrong.
The boy whispers.
“My dad said… if I find this…”
A pause.
Heavy.
“…to ask if you still keep promises.”
Heartbeat rises.
Loud.
Unforgiving.
The man’s face goes cold.
Fear replacing everything else.
“Where is your father?”
The boy grips the watch tighter.
Looks straight into his eyes.
“My dad isn’t dead.”
Silence drops across the lobby.
All sound disappears.
EXTREME CLOSE-UP—
the man’s eyes widen.
The past crashing into the present.
“…where is he?”
And just before the answer comes—
