Julian: That wire transfer was a legitimate business transaction for my investment firm!
Arthur: Your investment firm is a ponzi scheme that lost two million dollars of investor money last month, Julian. I have the bank statements right here in my briefcase.
Arthur unzipped his leather briefcase, pulling out a thick stack of financial documents and holding them up under the bright light of the luxury living room.
Arthur: On June 12th, you transferred eight hundred thousand dollars from Claire's personal trust account into Beatrice's private real estate holding firm.
Beatrice: That was a loan! A temporary family loan!
Arthur: A loan requires the account owner's written consent, Beatrice. My daughter never signed a single authorization paper.
Claire: Dad... he pushed me to the floor when I told him I was calling the police this morning. He scraped my knee against the brass transition strip near the island.
Arthur walked over to Claire, reaching down with a gentle hand to help her stand up. He looked at the deep red scrape on her leg and the blood staining her jeans.
Arthur: Are you okay, Claire? Can you walk?
Claire: I think my knee is just badly bruised, Dad. I'm okay now that you're here.
Arthur: Inspector Reed, photograph my daughter's injuries immediately. Add felony domestic assault to the arrest warrant.
Inspector Reed: Already done, Chief. Officer Miller, get the camera equipment from the unit.
Julian: Arrest warrant?! You can't arrest me in my own home based on a scrape on her knee!
Inspector Reed: We aren't just arresting you for assault, Mr. Davis. We have a signed warrant from Judge Harrison for grand larceny, identity theft, corporate forgery, and witness intimidation.
Julian looked frantically around the room, his eyes darting toward the back patio doors leading to the garden.
Julian: Mom... do something! Call our corporate lawyer!
Beatrice: I... I tried calling him from my mobile phone two minutes ago! His assistant said he resigned from our case this morning!
Arthur: Your lawyer resigned because he realized he would be disbarred for notarizing fraudulent property deeds, Beatrice. He turned over all your email records to the state prosecutor an hour ago.
Beatrice: No... no, that's impossible! He swore those files were encrypted!
Arthur: Nothing is encrypted when the Attorney General issues a federal subpoena against your firm.
Julian suddenly bolted toward the rear glass patio doors, his leather shoes slipping slightly on the dark hardwood floor as he tried to escape.
Inspector Reed: Suspect is running! Secure the patio!
Before Julian could reach the handle of the sliding glass door, two tactical officers stepped out from the side hallway, blocking his path with heavy shields. One officer grabbed Julian by his suit collar, sweeping his legs out from under him and slamming him onto the dark hardwood floor.
Julian: Argh! Get off me! You're breaking my arm!
Officer: Keep your hands behind your back! Do not resist!
The heavy click of steel handcuffs echoed loudly through the open-concept living room as the officer secured Julian's wrists behind his navy suit.