Julian: Arthur, please! Talk to them! We were married for five years! We're family!
Arthur: You stopped being family the moment you put your hands on my daughter and threatened my granddaughter in this house.
Beatrice: You can't treat my son like a common criminal! He went to Ivy League law school! He has a reputation in this city!
Inspector Reed: Mrs. Beatrice Davis, you are also under arrest as an accessory to grand larceny and financial fraud. Place your hands behind your back.
Beatrice: Don't you dare touch me with those dirty cuffs! I am the vice president of Davis Real Estate Group!
The second officer stepped forward, taking the wine glass out of Beatrice's shaking hand and setting it on the white kitchen island. He turned her around and clicked a second pair of steel handcuffs around her gold-bracelet-adorned wrists.
Beatrice: Ouch! That is far too tight! I am going to sue this entire department!
Inspector Reed: You have the right to remain silent, Mrs. Davis. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Claire stood beside her father, holding Emma's hand tightly as she watched her ex-husband and his mother being escorted across the dark hardwood floor toward the front entryway.
Julian: Claire, please! Tell them not to take me to the central holding facility! My mother has heart conditions!
Claire: Your mother was drinking red wine and laughing while I was bleeding on the floor, Julian. Save your pity for the judge.
Julian: You're going to regret this, Claire! When my legal team gets involved, you won't see a dime of alimony!
Arthur: There won't be any alimony, Julian. But there will be full financial restitution returned to my daughter's trust fund, along with total forfeiture of every asset you acquired during your fraudulent marriage.
Julian: You ruined my life, Arthur! You ruined everything!
Arthur: You ruined your own life the day you decided to prey on my family. Get him out of my sight, Inspector.
The officers pushed Julian and Beatrice through the front foyer, past the framed US flag hanging on the back wall, and out into the bright natural daylight where the police cruisers waited with flashing lights.
The heavy front doors closed, leaving the luxury open-concept living room in peaceful silence once again.
Emma looked up at her grandfather, tugging gently on his wool coat sleeve.
Emma: Grandpa... are those bad people ever coming back here?
Arthur: Never again, my sweet girl. Grandpa made sure of that.