Marcus: Toby, run inside and get Sarah right now! Tell her to call nine-one-one!
Toby: Okay, Daddy! Don't leave Mommy!
Clara: *coughing* Marcus... the baby... my stomach feels so tight...
Marcus: Shh, don't move, Clara. Lay flat. I'm right here with you.
Evelyn: Marcus, darling, listen to me! You're completely misunderstanding what happened!
Marcus: Shut your mouth, Evelyn! Don't you dare speak to us!
Evelyn: She stumbled, Marcus! She was walking backward while arguing with me about the estate distribution!
Evelyn: I reached out to grab her hand to save her, but I missed!
Clara: That's a lie... Marcus, she grabbed my shoulders... she shoved me!
Marcus: I know she did, baby. Keep breathing slowly. Help is coming.
Evelyn: Why would I push her?! I love my family! I was just trying to talk to her like a mother!
Marcus: You never treated her like a mother! You've treated her like dirt since the day we got married!
Evelyn: Because she is a gold digger, Marcus! Can't you see that?!
Evelyn: She got pregnant on purpose to trap you into changing your will!
Marcus: My will is none of your business! You spent years spending my late father's money, and now you're bitter because I locked you out of the family trust!
Evelyn: I am your mother! I deserve respect in this house!
Marcus: You don't deserve anything after what you just did!
Sarah, the house manager, rushed out through the sliding glass doors with a armful of dry towels and a portable phone.
Sarah: Mr. Vance! The paramedics are on the line! They are two minutes away!
Marcus: Wrap these around her shoulders, Sarah. Keep her warm.
Sarah: Oh goodness, Mrs. Vance, you're shaking so hard!
Clara: Sarah... did you see her push me?
Sarah: I was bringing out cold drinks to the patio, ma'am. I saw everything through the kitchen window.
Evelyn: You saw nothing, Sarah! Mind your place in this household!
Sarah: I saw you step forward, put both hands on her chest, and throw your weight into pushing her!
Evelyn: You're lying! You're taking her side because she gives you extra tips!
Sarah: I am telling the police the absolute truth, Mrs. Vance.
Marcus: You're finished, Evelyn. Your lies won't work this time.
Evelyn: You can't put your own mother in prison over a housemaid's story!
Marcus: It's not just a story. Look at the wall behind the patio sofa.
Evelyn turned her head slowly toward the brick wall near the flag artwork, her eyes widening as she noticed the small black camera lens shining in the sunlight.
Evelyn: Is that... a security camera?
Marcus: I installed four four-K cameras around the pool last week to keep an eye on Toby when he plays outside.
Marcus: Every single angle of your assault was recorded in full high definition.
Evelyn stumbled back against the outdoor sofa, her face draining of color as the sound of police sirens began to echo down the long Dallas driveway.