Eleanor: You think you can just throw us out, Mark? Need I remind you who controls the voting shares of the Sterling Global Group?
Mark: You hold fifteen percent of the non-voting stock, Eleanor. Don't pretend you run the company.
Eleanor: My father founded that firm! Your father and I hold the proxy votes for the entire board of directors!
Richard: Son, be reasonable. If you make an enemy out of us over a domestic disagreement, we will freeze your corporate credit lines by tomorrow morning.
Chloe: Mark... please... I don't want you to lose your family business because of me...
Mark: You aren't losing me anything, Chloe. They are the ones who are about to lose everything.
Mark walked over to his dark oak writing desk near the window. He unlocked the top drawer with a small brass key from his pocket and pulled out a thick black leather folder.
Eleanor: What is that? What are you playing at now?
Mark: Three months ago, I hired a team of forensic accountants to audit the charitable foundation you've been running for the past decade, Mother.
Eleanor: That foundation is a non-profit organization! It has brought immense prestige to our family name!
Mark: It's a money-laundering operation. You've been siphoning millions of dollars from the children's hospital fund into offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands to cover your personal gambling debts in Monaco.
Richard turned his head sharply, staring at his wife in complete disbelief. Eleanor's face turned completely pale, her haughty expression instantly dissolving into panic.
Richard: Eleanor... what is he talking about? Is this true?
Eleanor: He's lying! He made up fake documents to intimidate us!
Mark: I have bank transfer statements signed with your personal seal, Eleanor. Every wire transfer, every hidden account, every fake receipt is documented right here in this folder.
Chloe: Mark... you knew about this whole time?
Mark: I was going to handle it quietly after the baby was born, Chloe. I wanted to give my parents a chance to resign from the board gracefully. But after what she did to you today, all grace is off the table.
Eleanor: Mark... please... you're my son! You can't give those papers to the federal prosecutors!
Mark: Watch me, Eleanor. In less than an hour, every major news outlet in the city will have a digital copy of these files.
Richard: Mark, listen to me! If this goes public, our stock will collapse! The family fortune will be wiped out!
Mark: My fortune is built on my own technology patents, Father. The only fortune collapsing today is yours.
Mark reached into his tuxedo jacket, pulled out his phone, and dialed a three-digit extension. He placed the phone on speaker, allowing his voice to echo through the bedroom.
Mark: Security, this is Mark Sterling. I need four armed guards up in penthouse suite B immediately. We have two trespassers who need to be escorted off the premises.
Security Guard: Understood, Mr. Sterling. Squad three is on the elevator now.
Eleanor: Mark! You can't do this to your own mother! I raised you! I gave you everything!
Mark: You gave me nothing but coldness, Eleanor. And today, you tried to harm my child. Your time in this family is over.