Ethan: Stay right here by my side, sweetheart. The police are pulling into the driveway right now.
Girl: Are they going to take that bad woman away?
The wail of emergency sirens cut through the pristine natural daylight, flooding the luxury mansion foyer with flashing red and blue lights.
Officer: Police department! Nobody move! Stay where you are!
Two uniformed officers burst through the heavy double doors of the foyer, their hands resting on their utility belts.
Ethan: Up here on the landing! She attempted to murder my daughter by pushing her over the balcony rail!
Dark-Haired Woman: Officer, do not listen to this unhinged man! He staged this entire incident to manipulate our ongoing custody battle!
Officer: Ma'am, step away from the edge immediately. We have multiple independent witnesses below who gave matching statements.
Dark-Haired Woman: Statements from hired help! They don't know the first thing about family business inside this estate!
Officer: We also have high-definition security camera footage from three different angles covering this foyer. Put your hands behind your back.
Dark-Haired Woman: You cannot touch me! Do you know who my corporate partners are? Do you know my net worth?
Officer: Your net worth doesn't exempt you from a felony charge of attempted homicide. Turn around now.
Ethan watched with a cold sense of satisfaction as the silver cuffs clicked tightly around the dark-haired woman's wrists.
Ethan: Your reign of terror in this house is officially over, Eleanor.
Eleanor: You will rot in court for this, Ethan! My life insurance and trust funds will crush you!
Ethan: Let your money try to talk its way out of a prison sentence.