Close-up: waitress’s terrified face.

The older woman is trembling, tears streaming.

The silver-haired man grips her arm tightly.

DIALOGUE (angry whisper):
“Stop this right now.”

The older woman pulls away.

“You lied to me… all these years…”

The waitress steps back, confused, scared.

“What is happening…? Who are you people?!”

The man looks at her — cold, calculating.

Then—

DIALOGUE (low, dangerous):
“You were never meant to remember.”

Silence.

The older woman collapses to her knees, crying.

“She’s my daughter…”

Gasps ripple across the ballroom.

FLASH CUTS: fire, burning house, baby crib, shadows carrying something away.

Back to present.

The waitress whispers, shaking:

“No… that’s not possible…”

The man leans closer, almost threatening:

“You don’t belong here.”

FINAL TWIST LINE:
“You belong to what we buried.