Grant: Claire, shut your mouth! You don't know what you're talking about right now, you're on medication!
Marcus: Speak to my daughter like that again, Grant, and you won't walk out of this bedroom on your own two feet.
Evelyn: General Vance, please, let us explain. It was an unfortunate accident. Claire is clumsy in her state, the marble in the bathroom was wet!
Claire: Stop lying, Evelyn... Just stop lying to my dad.
Marcus: Claire, baby, tell me everything. Did he lay his hands on you?
Claire: He pushed me, Dad. He threw me against the vanity table when I told him I wouldn't sign the property transfer.
Grant: That is a lie! I was trying to grab her arm to keep her from slipping!
Marcus: You put a mark on her face while trying to save her from slipping? Do I look stupid to you, Grant?
Grant: You don't know what it's like living with her! She's emotional, she's hysterical, she's ruining our business deals!
Claire: He wants the house, Dad. He and his mother have been trying to make me sign over the deed to the mansion ever since we found out I was pregnant.
Evelyn: We are a family now, Claire! The estate should be in Grant's name so he can manage the family assets properly!
Marcus: This estate was bought with my late wife's life insurance and my military retirement funds! It was put in Claire's name before she ever met your coward of a son!
Grant: I am her husband! Under the state laws, I have a right to manage our marital home!
Marcus: You are not her husband yet, Grant. You two aren't even married, you're engaged, and as of this second, that engagement is officially over.
Evelyn: You can't just end an engagement! We have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars preparing for the wedding next month!
Marcus: I don't give a damn about your wedding money, Evelyn. My daughter is carrying my grandchild, and you two have been abusing her in her own house!
Grant: Try to throw us out, old man. Go ahead! My name is on the utility bills, I have established residency here!
Claire: I recorded it, Dad... On my iPad on the nightstand.
Grant's face drained of color as his eyes darted toward the dark wooden side table beside the bed.
Grant: What did you say?
Claire: I left the voice memo running on my iPad when you came into the room screaming at me on Tuesday night.
Evelyn: Grant, tell me you checked her room for electronics!
Grant: She was supposed to be sleeping! How did you even turn it on?
Claire: I set a voice command, Grant. I knew you were going to hurt me again, so I recorded every single word you said.
Marcus: Pick up that iPad, Claire. Show me where it is.
Grant took a sudden, aggressive step toward the bed, reaching his arm out to grab the tablet off the nightstand before Claire could touch it.
Marcus reacted in a split second, grabbing Grant by the collar of his navy shirt and throwing him hard back against the doorframe.
Marcus: Don't you dare touch that device, Grant!
Grant: Get your hands off me! That's military assault! I'll call the cops on you!
Marcus: Go ahead, call them! I want the police here right now! Let's see who they take out of this mansion in handcuffs!