A bright, sunny courtyard. Dust hangs in the air. Loud laughter from bikers.
A small boy runs—rides—and crashes hard.
CLACK—a tiny metal motorcycle slams to the ground.
Everything freezes.
The boy clings to it, weeping uncontrollably.
Boy (desperately):
«Please… sir… please buy this…» Silence falls.
Biker (mockingly):
«What’s that, kid?»
Close-up—a handcrafted metal bicycle.
Boy (crying):
«This is real… my dad made it…» The biker kneels down.
Biker (quieter):
«Why are you selling it?»
The boy looks up—utterly distraught. Boy (whispering):
«My dad… he won’t wake up…» The silence becomes oppressive.
The leader steps forward. Picks up the bicycle. Examines it. His expression slowly changes.
LEADER (quietly, tensely):
«Where did you get this?»
BOY (weakly):
«My father said… you should know…»
The leader freezes.
CUT.
TEXT: «He thought it was just a toy… he was wrong.»
The leader’s hands tremble as he holds the tiny bicycle.
Close-up of a hidden symbol engraved in the metal.
His eyes widen instantly.
MEMBER FLASH —
A younger version of himself.
A friend.
A promise.
BACK TO THE PRESENT.
OWNER (trembling voice):
«What… is your father’s name?»
The boy swallows and continues to cry.
BOY:
«He said… you abandoned him…»
The air becomes thick with tension.
BOY (trembling voice):
«His name is Arman…»
The leader backs away.
Shock. Guilt. Fear.
LEADER (almost choking):
«No… that’s impossible…»
BOY (crying even harder):
«He told me… if anything happens… I should find you…»
The bikers look at their leader, bewildered.
The leader sinks to his knees in front of the boy.
LEADER (stuttering):
«I thought he was dead…»
Tears well up in his eyes.
He pulls the boy close.
LEADER (whispering):
«I should never have let him down…»
FINAL SHOT – A small metal motorcycle between them.
CUT TO BLACKSCREEN
