Victoria: You set me up! You planned this whole trap with my father-in-law!
Maya: Nobody set you up, Victoria. You brought that vial into this house all by yourself.
Richard: Detective Vance? Yes, this is Richard Sterling. I need an emergency unit at my main estate dining hall immediately. My daughter-in-law just attempted to poison my drink.
Victoria: Father, hang up that phone! I'm begging you on my knees!
Victoria dropped to her knees on the cold white marble floor, her gold dress pooling around her heels as she reached out to grab Richard’s suit trousers.
Richard: Do not touch me, Victoria. Get away from me.
Julian: Stand up, Victoria. Stop embarrassing yourself further.
Victoria: Julian, please tell him to drop the charges! If I go to prison, my life is completely over!
Julian: Your life was over the moment you poured those drops into that decanter.
The heavy mahogany double doors at the entrance of the hall burst open. Four uniformed police officers marched across the white marble, led by Detective Vance.
Detective Vance: Mr. Sterling! We were two blocks away when your call came through. Is everyone safe?
Richard: Everyone is safe, Detective. Thanks to the quick thinking of Maya right here.
Detective Vance: Which one is the suspect?
Julian: The woman kneeling on the floor in the gold dress, Detective. That is my wife, Victoria Sterling.
Victoria: Julian! How can you turn on me like this?! I did it so we could own this mansion!
Julian: I never wanted a mansion built on my father's blood, Victoria.
Detective Vance stepped forward, pulling a pair of heavy steel handcuffs from his belt as the guests pulled out their phones to film the arrest.
Detective Vance: Victoria Sterling, you are under arrest for attempted murder, assault with a deadly toxic substance, and grand endangerment.
Victoria: Get your hands off me! I am a Sterling! You cannot put hand cuffs on a member of this family!
Detective Vance: Place your hands behind your back, ma'am. Do not make this harder on yourself.
The steel cuffs clicked loudly around Victoria’s thin wrists. She let out a high-pitched scream of rage and horror, her face contorting as the officers pulled her up from the floor.
Victoria: Maya, you miserable little server! I will make sure you never work in this city again!
Maya: You won't be hiring any caterers where you're going, Victoria.
Detective Vance: Officer Davis, bag that crystal decanter as primary physical evidence. Do not touch the rim without gloves.
Officer Davis: Understood, Detective. Securing the decanter now.
Victoria: That decanter is private property! You don't have a search warrant for this table!
Richard: I am the sole legal owner of this table, this decanter, and this entire house, Victoria. And I give full consent to the police to seize everything in this room.