Victoria: You can't prove I pushed Toby! It's your word and an ignorant maid's word against mine!
David: Did you honestly think I didn't have cameras installed in my own foyer, Victoria?
Victoria: The security contractor told me the staircase wiring was disconnected for painting!
David: The public security lines were disconnected, Victoria. The private executive satellite feeds never stop recording.
Victoria: You... You have a camera pointed at the grand staircase?!
David: Look up at the brass chandelier medallion right above your head.
Victoria tilted her head back slowly, her gaze landing on the decorative plasterwork thirty feet up.
Concealed inside the carved molding was a tiny 4K satellite lens pulsing with a steady blue indicator light.
David: It uploads sixty frames per second directly to the United States Attorney's secure server downtown.
Victoria gasped, her hand flying to her throat as a cold sweat broke out across her forehead.
Victoria: That camera is an illegal wiretap! You didn't have my written permission to record my private movements!
David: Under Texas Penal Code Section 16.02, a homeowner has every legal right to monitor his home to protect life.
Officer Davis: Pull up the feed on my terminal, Mr. Sterling. Let's verify the footage on the official record.
David pulled out his smartphone, unlocking the encrypted security app with his thumbprint.
The high-definition video played immediately, the crystal-clear audio echoing across the white marble walls.
On the screen, Victoria stood at the top landing, looking down at Toby with a sneer of pure, venomous malice.
Her cruel voice boomed through the phone's speaker: "Accidents happen so easily in big houses..."
Then the footage showed her stepping forward, planting both hands on the boy's chest, and shoving him down the stairs.
Next came Toby's frantic scream: "Help me, please!"
The video captured Clara sprinting up the risers, catching the boy in mid-air, and delivering the hard slap across Victoria's face.
Every person on the staircase watched in dead, horrified silence as the truth hung undeniable in the air.
Officer Miller shook his head with disgust, unsnapping his heavy steel handcuffs from his tactical belt.
Officer Miller: That is intentional aggravated child abuse with a deadly fall, combined with attempted capital murder.
Victoria: Turn that off! Turn that off right now! That video is doctored with computer software!
Officer Davis: That is raw, unedited 4K security footage with an unbroken digital timestamp, ma'am.
Victoria: David, please! Think of our social circle! Think of what our friends at the country club will say!
David: Our friends at the country club will be reading your mugshot on the front page of tomorrow morning's paper.
Victoria: What about the prenuptial agreement?! You signed an agreement for ten million dollars if the marriage ended!
David: A prenuptial agreement based on an illegal, bigamous marriage is completely void under federal law.
Victoria: You planned this whole trap! You knew about Mark weeks ago and let me stay here anyway!
David: I needed to find out who helped your father poison my wife, Victoria. And today, you gave me every missing piece.
Victoria's legs buckled beneath her green gown, her knees hitting the hard marble step with a dull thud.
Victoria: You stripped away everything... I have nothing left to pay a private defense attorney!
David: You have a court-appointed public defender waiting for you at the county courthouse, Victoria.
Officer Miller: Stand up, Mrs. Vance. You're taking a ride in the back of a squad car.
Two uniformed officers stepped forward, grabbing Victoria's arms and wrenching them behind her sequined back.