Mark: Sarah, I’m not going to ask you again. Roll up your sleeves.
Sarah: Mark, stop it. You're scaring Leo. Look at him, he’s getting upset.
Leo: Papa, fix Mamma! Fix Mamma shoes!
Mark: I’m not moving an inch until I see your arms, Sarah. What is going on here?
Sarah: Fine! You want to see? Is this what you want?
Mark: My God... Sarah, what happened to your wrists?
Sarah: It’s nothing, okay? I tripped on the stairs while carrying the laundry basket yesterday.
Mark: Tripped on the stairs? Those are finger marks! Heavy bruises shaped like hands!
Sarah: Mark, please keep your voice down. The neighbors can hear you.
Mark: I don't care about the neighbors! Someone put their hands on you in our home!
Leo: Tall man come when Papa go to work. He take Mamma money!
Mark: Leo... who came to the house? Tell Daddy right now.
Sarah: Leo, stop talking! Go play with your blocks in the living room!
Mark: Don't yell at him, Sarah! He's trying to protect you because you won't tell me the truth!
Sarah: Because the truth will destroy everything, Mark! It will destroy our family, your career, everything!
Mark: How could the truth destroy my career? What does my job at the law firm have to do with bruises on your arms?
Sarah: It wasn't a stranger, Mark. It was someone you know. Someone you trust with our lives.
Mark: Name him. Give me a name right now, Sarah, or so help me I will call the police this second.
Sarah: If I tell you, you won't believe me. You'll think I'm crazy or lying to cover something up.
Mark: Look at me! Look at my eyes! I love you! Who did this to you?
Sarah: It was your brother, Mark. David came here yesterday demanding money from the family trust.
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