Mark: Get your hands off me! Mom, call our corporate defense lawyers! Call Richard Vance right now!
Clara: Richard Vance is my uncle, Mark. He's already sitting in my office waiting for my call.
Mark: Your uncle? Richard Vance is your uncle?!
Clara: He's the head of the legal department that holds your firm's foreclosure papers.
Mark thrashed against the officer's grip, his face pale and sweating as the cold steel handcuffs clicked tightly around his wrists.
Evelyn: Detective, please! This is a private domestic matter! We can settle this without public court records!
Detective Vance: Mrs. Sterling, your son just committed aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. The blood on the victim's face and the shattered plate on the floor are direct physical evidence.
Evelyn: She refused to sign a financial release! She provoked him!
Detective Vance: Refusing to sign a document is not provocation for physical violence, ma'am. Keep your distance or I'll arrest you for obstruction.
Officer Davis stepped up to Clara, opening a sterile gauze pad and gently pressing it against the deep cut on her forehead.
Officer Davis: You're going to need five or six stitches, ma'am. The paramedic unit is waiting downstairs in the lobby.
Clara: Thank you, Officer. I can walk down on my own.
Mark: Clara! Look at me! You can't do this to me! If I go to jail tonight, the stock market opens in eight hours! My firm will collapse!
Clara: Your firm collapsed the moment you decided to treat your wife like a punching bag, Mark.
Mark: I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry! I lost my temper! I'll go to anger management! I'll do whatever you want!
Clara: Yesterday, I was planning to sign the loan extension for your company. I was going to save your family from bankruptcy as a anniversary gift.
Mark: You... you were going to save us?
Clara: I had the papers drafted in my purse. But when I asked you why you loved me at dinner tonight, you told me I was nothing without your family name.
Mark: I didn't mean it! I was stressed about the debt!
Clara: And then you threw a plate at my face.
Evelyn: Clara, sweetie, please! Think about your marriage vows! For better or for worse!
Clara: 'For worse' doesn't mean standing by a man who bleeds me in my own dining room, Evelyn.
Detective Vance: Escort the suspect to the squad car, Davis.
Mark: Clara! Don't let them take me out through the lobby! The news reporters are always outside!
Clara: Let them see you in handcuffs, Mark. It's time the city saw the real chief executive officer of Sterling Real Estate.
The officers pulled Mark toward the private elevator. He thrashed and screamed, his designer blue shirt rumpled and stained with spilled wine from the table as the doors closed behind him.
Evelyn collapsed onto one of the dining room chairs, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed hysterically.
Evelyn: You've ruined us... You've destroyed our whole family...
Clara: You destroyed yourselves, Evelyn. You taught your son that money excuses cruelty. Today, he learned the hard way that it doesn't.