Arthur: Hannah, I thought we had an understanding. You were given employment, housing, and medical funding for your mother in exchange for your total discretion.
Hannah: My mother is dead, Mr. Vance! And your daughter just struck me with a hockey stick in front of my child!
Arthur: Sabrina, did you touch this maid?
Sabrina: She spilled water on my veil, Dad! She was being disrespectful!
Arthur: You foolish girl! I told you to keep her far away from the main house until after the marriage certificate was recorded downtown!
Tyler: So you admit it, Arthur?! You knew all along that Hannah was carrying my child while I was lying in a hospital bed!
Arthur: Tyler, be reasonable. You were a twenty-two-year-old boy with no memory, no degree, and a failing family business. I structured a deal that saved your life and built you into a corporate success.
Tyler: You didn't save my life, Arthur! You stole six years of my daughter's childhood from me!
Arthur: Look around you, boy! This marble hall, your multi-million-dollar trust, your position as CEO—my money bought all of that! Without my backing, you're nothing but a broke kid from the coast!
Tyler: I would rather work three jobs on a coastal dock than spend another second tied to your corrupt family!
Arthur: If you step out of this hall without marrying my daughter, I will call the bank right now and foreclose on Vance Logistics. You will lose every asset you own by sunset.
Hannah: Don't let him threaten you, Tyler. He doesn't own everything he claims to own.
Arthur turned his head toward Hannah, his brow furrowing in irritation[cite: 1].
Arthur: Keep your mouth shut, maid! You signed a non-disclosure agreement with a two-million-dollar penalty clause!
Hannah: That agreement was voided three weeks ago, Mr. Vance. Because you committed insurance fraud when you paid off the Galveston hospital.
Sabrina: What are you talking about?!
Hannah: Before my mother passed away, she gave me a thumb drive containing audio recordings of Mr. Vance offering the chief medical officer fifty thousand dollars to alter Tyler's visitor logs and hide my medical records.
Arthur's face turned completely red, his jaw clenching as he took an aggressive step toward Hannah[cite: 1].
Arthur: Hand over that thumb drive right now, Hannah! You stole private corporate property!
Tyler: Back off, Arthur! Step away from her right now!
Arthur: Security, grab that woman's bag! Search her uniform!
The two security guards took a step forward, but before they could reach Hannah, the sound of heavy dress shoes echoed from the upper balcony[cite: 1]. Down the grand marble stairs came Detective Miller of the Dallas Police Department, holding a folder of arrest warrants[cite: 1].
Detective Miller: Nobody touch anyone in this hall! Dallas Police!
Sabrina gasped, stepping back against the white wall as four uniformed police officers followed the detective down the stairs[cite: 1].
Arthur: Detective Miller? What is the meaning of this intrusion?! I am a major donor to the police foundation!
Detective Miller: Arthur Vance, we received a copy of those hospital audio files two hours ago from the District Attorney's office. We also have security footage from ten minutes ago showing your daughter assault an employee with a sports weapon.
Sabrina: Dad! Do something! Tell them who we are!
Detective Miller: Your name doesn't shield you from felony assault and obstruction of justice, Miss Vance. Officers, place Sabrina Vance under arrest for assault with a deadly weapon.