Victoria: Sent them away! Tell them it was a mistake!
Carter: Who did you call to this house, Victoria?
Official: Good afternoon. We're here to collect Mrs. Vance.
Carter: Collect her? On whose authority?
Official: We received a priority dispatch order from Mrs. Victoria Vance three hours ago.
Victoria: It was a mix-up! A clerical error! Leave immediately!
Official: Ma'am, we have a signed transit permit for immediate transport to the incinerator facility.
Elena: She's sitting right here bleeding! She's breathing!
Official: What on earth is going on here? Why is there an injured woman on the floor?
Carter: What you are looking at, officer, is an attempted murder scene disguised as a scheduled medical transport.
Victoria: Don't listen to him! He's a disgruntled lawyer who was fired last week!
Carter: I was never fired. I am still the legal executor of the late Richard Vance's estate.
Official: Ma'am, we need to hold off on any transport. I need to call this in to our supervisor.
Victoria: You will do no such thing! I paid your firm a fifty thousand dollar deposit for private transport!
Carter: Fifty thousand dollars? For a simple transport? That sounds like a bribe.
Victoria: It was an expedited booking fee!
Elena: You paid them to take her away fast so nobody would see the bruises on her arms!
Martha: Look at my wrists, Carter... look at the straps...
Carter: Jesus Christ. Victoria, you had her tied to her bed upstairs?
Victoria: She was a danger to herself! She was wandering around at night!
Elena: That's a lie! You locked her in the east wing tower room! You took the key!
Victoria: You little snitch! I gave you a job when no one else would hire you!
Elena: You hired me because you thought I wouldn't speak English well enough to understand what you were doing!
Carter: Well, she understands plenty, Victoria. And so do I.
Official: Sir, I am canceling this order right now. I'm calling emergency medical services and the police.
Victoria: Wait! You can't just leave! You took my deposit!
Official: Step back, ma'am. Do not come down those stairs.
Victoria: This is my property! You are all trespassing on the Vance estate!
Carter: That's where you are dead wrong, Victoria.
Victoria: What are you talking about?
Carter: Richard Vance amended his trust agreement six months before his heart attack.
Victoria: He loved me! He left me fifty percent of the real estate holdings!
Carter: He left you a conditional life estate that only triggered if Martha passed away of natural causes while under your care.
Victoria: Natural causes! She's ninety! Falling down the stairs at ninety is natural!
Carter: Pushing a wheelchair down twenty marble steps is not natural, Victoria.
Victoria: Nobody saw me push her! It's her word against mine!
Elena: The camera in the chandelier saw it.
Victoria: What? What camera?