Mark: Is that true, Hannah? We have it on tape?
Hannah: Every single second of it, Mark. From the moment she pushed Toby to the moment she sat down with her wine glass.
Eleanor: You... you put cameras on the patio without telling me?!
Hannah: It's my home, Eleanor. I put cameras everywhere after I noticed Toby coming inside with unexplainable bruises on his arms two weeks ago.
Mark: Bruises?! Hannah, why didn't you tell me about bruises?!
Hannah: Because I wanted to be one hundred percent sure before I made an accusation against your mother. She told you Toby fell off his bicycle, remember?
Mark: Eleanor... did you put your hands on my son before today?!
Eleanor: I disciplined him! A child needs structure, Mark! You let him run wild in this mansion like he owns the place!
Hannah: He DOES own the place! This is his home, you cruel old woman!
Eleanor: He is a fragile little boy who cries at everything! Just look at him right now, whimpering like a baby in your arms!
Mark: He is seven years old! He almost drowned five minutes ago!
Eleanor: Because he didn't try hard enough to stay afloat! A real man survives!
Mark: That's it. I'm done talking to you. Hand me your keys to the house.
Eleanor: I am not giving you my keys! I built this family estate with your father thirty years ago!
Mark: My father built this house. You spent thirty years living off his hard work while belittling everyone around you. Give me the keys!
Mark stepped forward, snatching the wet leather purse off the patio lounger. He unzipped it, pulled out the silver master keycard, and tossed the rest of her belongings onto the wet floor.
Eleanor: You monster! That's my personal property!
Mark: You have ten minutes to go to the guest house, grab your clothes, and drive out of my gate. If you are still on this property in eleven minutes, I am handing the security footage straight to the Dallas County District Attorney.
Eleanor: The District Attorney is a personal friend of mine, Mark! He won't do a thing to me!
Hannah: He won't have a choice when I post the video online for every news station in Texas to see. 'Billionaire Socialite Eleanor Sterling Watches Seven-Year-Old Grandson Drown.' How does that sound for a headline?
Eleanor's face paled completely, her jaw dropping open in sheer terror.
Eleanor: You wouldn't destroy my reputation like that...
Hannah: Test me, Eleanor. See how fast I press upload.
Eleanor: You vicious little witch...
Mark: Nine minutes, Eleanor. Start walking before I unlock the front gate for the police right now.
Eleanor squeezed her fists tight, her wet robe dripping onto the white marble deck as she turned on her heel and stormed toward the side walkway leading to the guest house.
Mark: Hannah... let me see that footage right now.
Hannah: Come inside, Mark. There's something else on that recording you need to see.