Victoria: Arthur, tell them to release me! We can sign a divorce agreement right now! I’ll sign away all claims to the trust fund!
Arthur: A divorce agreement isn't going to save you from attempted murder charges, Victoria.
Victoria: It wasn't attempted murder! It was child endangerment at worst! My lawyers will have me out on bail in two hours!
Arthur: Not when the district attorney sees what else was stored on that cloud server.
Victoria: What else?! What are you talking about?!
Arthur handed baby Toby gently over to Sarah, who wrapped the little boy in a soft blanket and held him securely against her shoulder.
Arthur: Sarah, take Toby upstairs to the nursery and lock the door from the inside until the police chief arrives.
Sarah: Yes, Mr. Sterling. I’ve got him safe.
Victoria: Don't take him away! Arthur, look at me! I loved you!
Arthur: You loved my late wife's forty-million-dollar estate payout!
Arthur walked over to the mahogany side table near the grand staircase, opening a hidden panel in the wall. He pulled out a small, bright red USB flash drive that was plugged directly into the backup server terminal.
Arthur: Do you recognize this red flash drive, Victoria?
Victoria's eyes went wide with pure terror, all the defensive color draining from her face as she stared at the red plastic drive in Arthur's hand.
Victoria: Where... where did you find that?!
Arthur: I found it inside the nursery cabinet behind the formula tins two days ago, right after Sarah noticed you sneaking into my study late at night.
Victoria: That drive contains private personal files! You have no legal right to look at my private data!
Arthur: Private data? It contains encrypted wire transfers showing you transferred eight hundred thousand dollars from my company's payroll account to a shell company in Panama!
Victoria: That... that was an investment transfer approved by my financial advisor!
Arthur: It also contains recorded phone calls between you and your father, discussing how to slow-poison my late wife’s medical prescriptions three years ago!
A horrific silence fell over the grand foyer. Richard Vance and the security guards stared at Victoria in absolute disgust, while Arthur’s hands trembled with intense, burning rage.
Arthur: You didn't just try to kill my son today, Victoria. You killed his mother three years ago!
Victoria: No! That's a lie! That recording was edited using artificial intelligence! You can't prove that in court!
Arthur: The autopsy reports were re-opened by the state forensic team yesterday morning based on the digital evidence on this red drive!
Victoria: Arthur, please... please don't do this to me! I was desperate! My family was going to lose everything!
Arthur: My wife lost her life! And my son almost lost his life on these marble steps today because of your endless greed!
The distant sound of police sirens began to echo down the long, iron-gated driveway of the Bel-Air estate.
Victoria: Arthur, I'm begging you! Let me take my car and leave the country! I’ll never come back to America, I swear!
Arthur: You're not going to Europe or Panama, Victoria. You're going to a federal penitentiary for the rest of your natural life.