Vanessa: You... you called the police on your own wife?!
Marcus: I pressed the panic button on my smartwatch the moment I saw you dragging Leo across the floor.
Vanessa: Marcus, no! Think of my father's reputation in Palm Beach! He's on the board of directors at the country club!
Marcus: Your father can join you in court. I don't give a damn about his country club status.
Vanessa: I'll go to therapy! I'll attend anger management classes! Just cancel the police call!
Marcus: You had three months to show kindness to my child, Vanessa. You chose cruelty instead.
Vanessa: I was jealous, okay?! I admitted it! You love that boy more than you ever loved me!
Marcus: He is my son! Of course I love him more than you!
Vanessa: A real husband puts his wife first!
Marcus: A real mother doesn't leave dark red bruises on a baby's wrist!
The heavy front doors swung open again, revealing three uniformed police officers walking into the grand foyer, their boots clicking firmly against the white marble floor.
Officer Hayes: Mr. Sterling! We received the silent alarm panic signal and the automatic video feed dispatch!
Marcus: Thank you for arriving so fast, Officer Hayes. The suspect is standing right there in the blue dress.
Vanessa: Officer, this is a private family dispute! My husband is overreacting to a minor parenting argument!
Officer Hayes: Ma'am, we reviewed the live video transmission on our precinct dashboard while en route to your location.
Vanessa: That video was taken without my consent! It is completely illegal!
Officer Hayes: Video security inside a home monitoring common foyer areas is fully admissible evidence, ma'am.
Marcus: She also physically assaulted our household maid, Maria, leaving a visible bruise on her face.
Officer Hayes: Ma'am, please step away from the staircase and place your hands behind your back.
Vanessa: DO NOT TOUCH ME! Do you know who my family is?! My father will have your job by tomorrow morning!
Officer Hayes: Place your hands behind your back immediately, ma'am, or we will charge you with resisting arrest.
The officers moved forward quickly, grabbing Vanessa's wrists behind her back. The sharp, metallic click of handcuffs echoed across the vast white marble foyer.
Vanessa: OW! YOU ARE HURTING MY WRISTS! MARCUS, TELL THEM TO STOP THIS INSTANT!
Marcus: The only thing I'm telling them is to take you away from my home.
Vanessa: YOU RATS! BOTH OF YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! I WILL SUE YOU FOR EVERY CENT YOU OWN!
Marcus: My legal team froze your supplementary credit cards ten minutes ago, Vanessa. You don't have a cent left to spend.
Vanessa: YOU CAN'T FREEZE MY CREDIT CARDS!
Marcus: They were primary corporate account extensions under my name. I can cancel them whenever I want.
The officers escorted the screaming, struggling woman out through the massive front doors, her dark blue dress dragging along the pristine marble steps outside.
Marcus let out a long, heavy breath, resting his hands on his knees as the heavy oak doors slammed shut, restoring peace to the mansion.