Richard: Amanda, get up off the floor right now.
Amanda: I'm in pain, Richard! Think about our unborn child!
Richard: What unborn child, Amanda? Look at the screen on the wall!
Amanda looked up from the marble floor, her face turning pale as she saw the high-definition security video playing on a loop.
Leo: That video was recorded three weeks ago in Manhattan, Dad.
Richard: My God... you were never pregnant, were you?
Amanda: It's a fake video! He edited it on his computer!
Leo: You can't edit a secure vault camera timestamp, Amanda. My uncle sent it directly from the jewelry district police department.
Amanda: Richard, please listen to me! I did this for us!
Richard: You lied about carrying my child for six months?!
Amanda: I loved you! I knew you wouldn't marry me unless I gave you an heir!
Richard backed away from her, his hands shaking with anger as he looked down at her dark satin dress.
Richard: You wore a foam prosthetic bump under your clothes every single day?
Leo: She used it to hide stolen property, Dad. Look inside the side lining of her satin gown.
Amanda: Don't touch me! Get away from me!
Leo stepped forward calmly, holding up the small glass syringe he had been carrying since the start of the evening.
Leo: This syringe has saline solution. I was going to test the padding myself if you didn't confess.
Amanda: You little monster! You've been spying on me!
Leo: I wasn't spying. I was protecting my mother's estate from a thief.
Richard: My late wife's diamond necklace was in that New York vault, Amanda. That necklace was supposed to go to Leo's living trust.
Amanda: Your late wife has been dead for two years, Richard! Why does she still control this family?!
Richard: She doesn't control this family! Honesty controls this family! Something you know nothing about!
Amanda: I gave you six months of my life! I hosted your dinner parties! I managed this mansion!
Richard: You managed a web of lies! Security! Get in here right now!
Two tall estate guards in dark suits entered from the hallway, standing firmly beside the front entrance.
Head Guard: Yes, Mr. Sterling?
Richard: Lock the front gates. Nobody leaves this property until the police arrive.