Margarethe: You call the police, Arthur, and I swear to God I will ruin you before they even step foot in this elevator.
Arthur: Ruin me? With what? What could you possibly have on me?
Margarethe: You think I'm just a pretty face you brought into your mansion? I know about the offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands.
Arthur: What are you blabbering about?
Margarethe: The corporate tax documents in your private wall safe. I know the combination, Arthur. I've known it for three months.
Arthur: You went into my personal vault?
Margarethe: I took photos of every single document regarding your late wife's life insurance policy and the company wire transfers.
Arthur: Those files are completely confidential legal records!
Margarethe: They look like tax evasion to me. If I go down for a stupid video that proves nothing happened to the baby, I'll make sure the IRS sweeps through every single business asset you own.
Arthur: You really are a monster. You planned this whole thing from the very beginning.
Margarethe: I planned to secure my future! I gave up two years of my life playing mother to your dead wife's child, smiling for your rich friends, acting like the perfect corporate bride!
Arthur: You were paid a generous monthly allowance. You lived in luxury!
Margarethe: Allowance? I want real security! I want my name on the title of this mansion, and I want half of the family trust!
Arthur: You won't get a single penny. Not a dime.
Margarethe: Try me, Arthur. Call the cops. Show them the video. And I'll hand over my phone with photos of every single tax document to the federal prosecutors.
Arthur: You think those photos are going to intimidate me? Those offshore transfers were authorized by the estate executor after my wife passed away. Every dollar is accounted for by my defense lawyer.
Margarethe: You're bluffing!
Arthur: Test me. Go ahead. Call the IRS right now. See if they care about legal inheritance transfers from a audited probate estate.
Margarethe: That... that can't be right. The shell companies—
Arthur: The shell companies were established by my late wife's father to manage foreign real estate holdings. It's all in the legal public record, you absolute fool.
Margarethe: You're lying to me! You set a trap!
Arthur: I didn't set a trap, Margarethe. I just let you expose your own greed. You thought you were so clever searching through my safe, but you don't understand the first thing about corporate finance law.
Margarethe: Arthur... please. We can talk about this. I was angry, I said things I didn't mean!
Arthur: No, you meant every single word. You saw a infant standing between you and a legal fortune, and you tried to hurt him.
Margarethe: I wouldn't have burned him badly! Just enough to... to show you that we needed a full-time nanny, so I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore!
Arthur: Hear yourself! You just admitted to child abuse!
Margarethe: It was a mistake! A momentary lapse in judgment!
Arthur: Take your engagement ring off.
Margarethe: What?
Arthur: Take off the ring. Take off the jewelry I bought you. Leave the keys on the marble counter.
Margarethe: You can't just throw me out on the street! We have a signed prenup draft that guarantees me a settlement if the engagement breaks!
Arthur: Read clause fourteen of that prenup again, Margarethe. Any act of criminal endangerment completely voids the financial settlement. You get nothing.
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