Evelyn: AHH! ARTHUR! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!
Arthur: GET UP! Get up off the floor right now before I throw you in that pool myself!
Evelyn: You laid hands on your own mother?! Over a little water?!
Arthur: You tried to kill my son, you monster!
Evelyn struggled on the hard ground, her silk patterned robe torn at the hem and her glass shattered into tiny sparkling pieces across the wet tiles. She scrambled backward on her hands and knees, her pale face filled with genuine terror as Arthur stepped over the broken lounge chair.
Evelyn: I was testing him! He's soft, Arthur! He takes after his mother's lower-class family!
Sarah: My family doesn't torture children for fun, Evelyn!
Evelyn: Shut up, Sarah! Arthur, tell this woman to get out of my sight!
Arthur: The only person leaving this property today is you, Mother.
Evelyn: This is my family mansion! My late husband left this estate in the family name!
Arthur: My father left this estate to ME in his final trust deed, and I paid off the remaining ten million dollar mortgage three years ago!
Arthur pulled his smartphone from his damp suit pocket, dialing three digits with a heavy, shaking thumb.
Evelyn: Who are you calling?! Arthur, put that phone away!
Arthur: I'm calling the police precinct, Mother. I'm reporting an attempted murder on a minor.
Evelyn: Murder?! Are you insane?! No judge in Florida will convict a grandmother for a discipline mistake!
Arthur: This wasn't a discipline mistake. And I have full video proof of everything you did.
Evelyn froze on the concrete, her eyes widening in horror as she looked up toward the mansion roofline.
Evelyn: Video proof...? What are you talking about?
Arthur: Look directly at the high-definition security dome installed above the patio doors, Mother.