David: You... you have video of that? You’re bluffing! You never had cameras installed!
Mark: Take a look at my tablet screen, brother. See that crisp angle right above the foyer mirror? That’s your face grabbing Sarah’s arms.
David: Mark, please... listen to me! I was desperate! The casino debts... they were going to break my legs!
Mark: You threatened my wife! You terrified my three-year-old son! You stole his college fund!
David: I’ll give the money back! Every single penny of the cash! Just delete the video, Mark! We’re blood!
Mark: Blood doesn't bruise the woman I love. Blood doesn't rob an innocent child.
David: If you hand that over to the police, I’m looking at ten to fifteen years in state prison for felony robbery and fraud!
Mark: Then I suggest you start packing your bags for prison, because Detective Miller is waiting right outside your door.
David: You brought the police here?! To our father's firm?!
Mark: Detective, he's all yours. The flash drive with the footage, forged insurance contracts, and financial audit reports are right here in this folder.
Detective Miller: David Vance, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
David: Mark! You're ruining our family name! Dad would be ashamed of you!
Mark: Dad would be ashamed to call you his son. Take him away, Detective.
Sarah: Mark? Is it over? Are you okay?
Mark: It's completely over, Sarah. He’s in handcuffs right now. The firm's forensic accountants are recovering every cent he stole from the estate.
Sarah: I was so scared he would get away with it... that he would hurt us again.
Mark: Nobody will ever hurt you or Leo again. I’m coming home right now to tie our son's shoes.
Leo: Mamma! Papa coming home! Papa tie shoes now!
Sarah: Yes, sweetie. Papa is coming home, and our family is finally safe.
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