Daniel: You tried to kill my wife and my unborn child for money?!
Julian: Fifty million dollars isn't just money, Daniel. It's control of the entire family estate!
Elena: You're insane, Julian! The police are already on their way here!
Julian: They won't get here in time to save your baby, sweet sister-in-law.
Julian pulled a black electronic remote control from his trench coat pocket, thumbing the big red button on the side.
Daniel: What is that?! What did you do?!
Julian: I locked the front security gates from my phone. The ambulance won't be able to drive up the driveway.
Elena: No... please... my baby needs a doctor!
Martha suddenly re-entered the foyer carrying a stack of white cotton towels and a heavy brass vase from the dining room.
Martha: Get away from them, you wicked boy!
Julian: Stay out of this, old woman! You're just a hired servant who speaks too much!
Martha: I've worked in this house for thirty years, Julian! I know every single secret your father buried!
Julian: My father is dead! His money belongs to me now!
Martha: Your father left a revised codicil in the wall safe behind the library portrait six months ago!
Julian took a step back, his arrogant expression faltering for a brief second.
Julian: What codicil?! He never met with his lawyer without my knowledge!
Martha: He met with Mr. Vance in secret because he knew you were stealing from the company accounts!
Daniel: Is this true, Martha? Father changed his will?
Martha: Yes, Daniel! If Julian ever faces criminal charges for domestic violence or assault, his share of the trust fund is completely revoked!
Julian: She's lying! She's just trying to stall for time!
Julian lunged toward Martha, reaching for her neck to knock her down, but Daniel sprang up from the floor like an enraged tiger.
Daniel: DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!
Daniel tackled Julian around the waist, sending both men crashing into the base of the grand staircase.
The heavy brass pry bar clattered across the floor as the two stepbrothers wrestled on the slick marble tile.
Julian: Get off me, Daniel! You always were Father's favorite little golden child!
Daniel: You crossed the line when you put my family in danger, Julian!
Julian punched Daniel across the jaw, breaking free and scrambling toward the fallen pry bar on the floor.
Elena: DANIEL, WATCH OUT!
Martha stepped forward without hesitation, swinging the heavy brass vase with all her strength directly into Julian's shoulder.
The metallic thud echoed through the foyer as Julian shrieked in pain, dropping the heavy iron tool.
Julian: Ahhh! You crazy old witch!
Daniel: Stay down, Julian!
Daniel grabbed Julian from behind, pinning his arms behind his back and forcing his face down into the cold marble floor.
Daniel: Martha, grab the neckties from the coat closet! Quick!
Martha: Right away, Mr. Daniel!
Elena: Daniel... the contractions... they're two minutes apart now!
Daniel: I'm coming, baby! Martha, tie his hands to the staircase railing!
Siren lights suddenly flashed bright red and blue through the tall glass windows of the grand foyer doors.
Martha: The police are here! They must have rammed through the gate!