Benson: Drop those shears onto the table this instant, young lady!
Sarah: Benson, look at me. I have taken care of patients for eight years. I would never harm a human being.
Victoria: You were holding surgical scissors over a comatose man's ventilator lines!
Sarah: I was cutting the reinforced seam under the mattress base, not touching his medical equipment!
Victoria: Why on earth would anyone touch the upholstery at two in the morning unless they were planting contraband?
Sarah: Because Harold woke up for three minutes yesterday afternoon while you were in Manhattan meeting your divorce lawyer.
Victoria froze mid-stride, her knuckles turning white against her gold phone case.
Victoria: That is impossible. The neurologist stated clearly that his cerebral activity was completely suppressed.
Sarah: He squeezed my wrist, Victoria. He looked directly into my eyes and gave me specific instructions.
Victoria: You are lying through your teeth to save yourself from a felony indictment!
Benson: Miss Victoria, perhaps we should let the county sheriff review the security tapes from the hallway first.
Victoria: We don't need video tapes, Benson! We caught her red-handed trespassing in my father's personal quarters!
Two armed private guards pushed through the bedroom doorway, breathing hard with their hands resting on their utility belts.
Guard Davis: Ma'am, do you need us to restrain her and remove her from the property?
Victoria: Take her into custody right now! Search her pockets, seize her phone, and call Deputy Lawson!
Sarah: Do not touch me! If any of you lay a hand on me, you will be violating an active probate court mandate!
Victoria: What probate court mandate? Harold has not passed away, and even if he did, I hold power of attorney!
Sarah: You hold an unverified draft that was rejected by the surrogate court three days ago.
Victoria's eyes flared with sudden fury as she lunged forward, trying to grab Sarah's uniform collar.
Sarah sidestepped cleanly, pointing the flat side of the shears toward the wooden paneling beneath the headboard.
Sarah: Look at the lower corner of the frame, Benson! Look at the bronze screws!
Benson squinted across the dimly lit room, his brow furrowing as he noticed the deliberate alterations to the antique woodwork.
Benson: Good heavens... that bedframe was commissioned in London fifty years ago. Those screws are modern titanium.
Victoria: It doesn't matter what screws are in the furniture! This girl is trespassing on private estate grounds!
Sarah: I was assigned here by the certified registry upon direct request from Harold's primary legal executor.
Victoria: Arthur Vance was fired from representing this family last Friday morning!
Arthur: That is quite remarkable news, Victoria, considering I never received a formal termination notice.
Arthur Vance stepped out from the shadowy doorway, his wet trench coat dripping onto the polished threshold as he raised a leather briefcase.