Victoria: My father is Arthur Vance! He owns thirty percent of the voting equity in Sterling Logistics!
David: Your father was arrested at his downtown Dallas office forty minutes ago, Victoria.
Victoria: Arrested?! That's a ridiculous lie you're making up to scare me out of my house!
David: Officer Miller, show her the breaking news wire on your department tablet.
Officer Miller tapped the screen of his rugged tablet, holding the bright display inches from her face.
The bold black headline flashed across the screen: Vance Maritime Raided by Federal Task Force; Chairman Arthur Vance Detained on Racketeering Charges.
Victoria: No... No! That's impossible! My father is having brunch with the state commerce commissioner!
David: The commerce commissioner signed his federal arrest warrant at six o'clock this morning.
Victoria: Everything we built... My trust fund! My luxury penthouse in Austin!
David: Every single bank account tied to your social security number was frozen by federal court order.
Victoria: You can't freeze my personal money! That money came from my grandfather's maritime estate!
David: That money was stolen directly from our employee pension reserve, Victoria. You don't own a single penny.
Clara: She spent forty thousand dollars on that green sequin gown last week, Mr. Sterling. The delivery box was on the counter.
David: Bought with money meant for retired dockworkers and their families.
Victoria: I am a Vance! I deserve to dress like high society when I host company dinners!
David: You won't be hosting any dinners where you're going, Victoria.
Toby: Daddy, she locked my teddy bear in the outdoor trash bin yesterday... She told me I was going away forever.
David's knuckles turned stark white as he pulled his son tighter against his chest.
David: Did you tell my six-year-old boy that he was going away forever, Victoria?
Victoria: The boy makes up wild stories! He is emotionally unstable, just like his mother was!
David: Sarah was an angel who built this logistics empire with her bare hands.
Victoria: Sarah was weak! She died in a hospital bed while you were overseas on maritime business!
David: Sarah died because your father paid her private physician to switch her heart medication.
The entire grand staircase fell into a dead, suffocating silence, the only sound being Toby's soft breathing.
Victoria's mouth fell open, her hands shaking so hard that her sequined sleeves rattled against the banister.
Victoria: That... That was an accidental medical overdose! The hospital ruled it an unavoidable tragedy!
David: Dr. Harrison gave a full signed confession to the Texas Medical Board three hours ago, Victoria.
Victoria: Harrison confessed?! Harrison gave you names?!
David: He gave us the wire transfer receipts from your personal account in the Cayman Islands.
Clara: Sweet Jesus in heaven... You murdered Sarah so you could marry Mr. Sterling!
Victoria: My father made me sign those transfer papers! I didn't know what the funds were for!
David: Your signature is on the pharmacy delivery manifests, Victoria. You picked up the substituted pills yourself.
Victoria backed up against the wall, her eyes darting toward the front double doors in pure, naked terror.
Victoria: David, please! We can settle this quietly! I will sign a full waiver of the estate!
David: You don't have any rights to waive, Victoria. You are looking at consecutive life sentences.
The heavy iron gates at the end of the long driveway groaned as police sirens began to echo up the hill.
Flashing red and blue lights illuminated the high white walls of the grand foyer in rapid, rhythmic strokes.