Victoria: Wait! I didn't mean it like that! It slipped out because I'm under immense pressure!
Richard: The only thing slipping today is your freedom, Victoria.
Victoria: You cannot touch me! I have a prenuptial agreement that protects my assets!
Richard: A prenup becomes completely void when criminal attempted murder charges enter the picture.
Victoria: Stay away from me, Richard! Don't you dare come near me with those hands!
Richard: For every second my daughter spent falling through the air, you are going to pay a heavy price.
Victoria: Security! Where are the estate guards?! Help me!
Richard: Security isn't going to save you from a father's wrath.
Full bright daylight setting illuminated the grand foyer as, driven by explosive rage, the man confronts the woman in the emerald green dress in front of the American flag and slaps her face hard two to three times in rapid succession, knocking her sideways onto the floor. Three hard, sharp impact slap sound effects rang out like gunshots across the polished marble.
Victoria: Ah! Stop! Please! You're breaking my jaw!
Richard: That is for trying to steal my daughter's life away from her!
Victoria: My face... my designer dress... you brute!
Richard: Consider this a very small preview of what awaits you in a prison cell.
Bright ambient light washed over the scene where the woman in the green dress lay on the marble floor near the American flag, clutching her bruised cheek in sheer shock and agony. Crying out in pain, Victoria curled into a tight ball on the cold stone, whimpering as the reality of her total defeat finally set in.
Victoria: It was a mistake! Please have mercy on me!
Richard: You showed zero mercy when you threw a toddler off a second-story balcony. Why should I show you any?
Victoria: I'll leave the country today! You'll never have to look at me again!
Richard: Oh, you'll leave alright, but straight into the back of a police cruiser in handcuffs.