Martha: You struck me! You laid hands on an elder in your own family home[cite: 5]!
Jack: You are not my family, Martha[cite: 4]! You never were!
Martha: I was married to your father for twenty-two years[cite: 4]!
Jack: And you spent every single year bleeding his estate dry[cite: 4]!
Lily whimpered against Jack's chest, her teeth clicking together in rapid, uncontrollable spasms[cite: 2, 3].
Lily: Daddy, my toes don't work... I can't feel my shoes[cite: 2, 3].
Jack: Hold onto my neck, baby. Don't look at her[cite: 2].
Jack pulled off his wool work gloves, gently rubbing Lily's pale, numb fingers between his warm palms[cite: 2, 3].
Jack: How long was she inside that chest, Martha[cite: 2, 4]?
Martha: It was only ten minutes! The lid wasn't even latched shut[cite: 4]!
Jack: The heavy brass padlock was hanging from the hasp, you liar[cite: 2]!
Martha: She climbed inside on her own while playing hide-and-seek[cite: 4]!
Lily: She carried me by my hood, Daddy! She locked the metal bar from the outside[cite: 2, 3]!
Martha: Shut your mouth, Lily! Jack, the girl has a wild imagination[cite: 4]!
Jack: Her eyelashes are frozen solid! Her lips are blue[cite: 2, 3]!
Martha: She was throwing tantrums because I told her she couldn't attend the charity gala tonight[cite: 4]!
Jack: She wasn't attending the gala because she had a mild fever this morning[cite: 2]!
Martha: She faked that fever so she wouldn't have to greet my high-society friends[cite: 4]!
Jack: She is six years old, Martha! She doesn't fake illnesses[cite: 2, 4]!
Martha pushed herself up from the cold floor, brushing gray concrete dust from her beige coat[cite: 4, 5].
Martha: This estate belongs to my family trust now, Jack[cite: 4]!
Jack: This house is deeded to my late mother's trust fund[cite: 4]!
Martha: That trust expired the moment your father took his last breath[cite: 4]!
Jack: You forged his revised will while he was in the hospice ward[cite: 4]!
Martha: That will was verified by three corporate attorneys from Dallas[cite: 4]!
Jack: Attorneys that your brother paid off through an offshore shell company[cite: 4]!
Martha's face tightened, her eyes darting toward the heavy wooden door leading into the main house[cite: 4].
Martha: You have no proof of any offshore payments, Jack[cite: 4]!
Jack: Look at my truck parked in the driveway, Martha[cite: 2].
Martha: What does your beat-up pickup truck have to do with anything[cite: 2]?
Jack: Inside that truck sits a federal subpoena signed by Judge Harrison[cite: 4].
Martha took a sharp breath, her fingers tightening around the gold buttons of her coat[cite: 4].
Martha: Judge Harrison handles federal probate fraud, not family disputes[cite: 4]!
Jack: That's right, Martha. And he just unsealed your secret accounts in the Cayman Islands[cite: 4].
Lily: Daddy, it hurts to breathe... My chest is cold[cite: 2, 3].
Jack: Mrs. Gable! Come out to the garage right now[cite: 2]!
The interior door swung open, and the longtime housekeeper rushed into the garage carrying a heavy wool blanket[cite: 4].
Mrs. Gable: Jack! Oh merciful God, what happened to little Lily[cite: 2, 3]?!
Jack: Take her into the warm kitchen, Martha. Run lukewarm water over her feet and wrap her in the blanket[cite: 2].
Mrs. Gable: Come to Nana, sweet angel. Oh, you're shivering like a leaf[cite: 2, 3]...
Mrs. Gable scooped the freezing child into her arms, shooting a look of pure disgust at the woman standing by the workbench[cite: 2, 4].
Mrs. Gable: You are an evil, godless woman, Martha Vance[cite: 4].
Martha: You are fired, Mrs. Gable! Pack your uniform and get off my estate[cite: 4]!
Jack: You don't fire anyone in this house, Martha. Because your time here is officially over[cite: 4].