Victor: Nana, take Leo into the library and lock the door behind you. Do not open it for anyone except me.
Nana: Yes, Mr. Victor. Come on, sweetie, let's get you something warm to drink.
Leo: Daddy, don't let her hurt Nana.
Victor: Nobody is ever going to hurt anyone in this house again, son. Go with Nana.
Nana grabbed Leo's hand and hurried down the corridor toward the heavy oak doors of the study, leaving Victor standing face-to-face with his deceptive wife. Eleanor reached into her pocket, pulling out a small set of car keys, her composure completely shattering into pure panic.
Eleanor: Move out of my way, Victor! I am leaving this house right now!
Victor: You are not going anywhere, Eleanor. The police are already on their way.
Eleanor: You called them? When did you call them?
Victor: I hit the silent emergency alarm under the hall table the moment I heard my son's voice coming from that hole.
Eleanor: You fool! If I go down, I am taking your company down with me! I signed those offshore investment transfers using your official executive stamp!
Victor: Then you just added federal wire fraud and grand larceny to your kidnapping charges.
Eleanor screamed in frustration and lunged toward the main entrance, trying to push past Victor, but he grabbed her arm firm and held her in place near the smashed wall. She thrashed against his grip, knocking a silver vase off a marble pedestal, sending glass and water crashing onto the floor.
Eleanor: Let go of me! You think you are so perfect! You were always busy with your real estate deals while I sat here alone!
Victor: I worked to build a future for my family! You worked to bury my child alive!
Eleanor: I deserved that money! I deserved half of this estate!
Victor: You won't get a single penny. Every prenup agreement, every trust clause, and every estate deed will be stripped from you by morning.
In the distance, red and blue lights began flashing through the grand stained-glass windows of the front entrance, accompanied by the loud wail of approaching police sirens tearing through the quiet neighborhood night.
Eleanor: No... no, please! Victor, tell them it was an accident! Tell them we were playing a game!
Victor: Tell them yourself when they put the handcuffs on your wrists.
The heavy front doors burst open, and four uniformed police officers rushed into the foyer with drawn flashlights, their boots heavy against the marble floors.
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