Lady Beatrice: Fine! You want the truth?! Yes! I poured it into your wine!
A collective gasp echoed from the house servants standing near the dining room entrance.
Lord Arthur: You actually admit it...
Lady Beatrice: You've lived long enough! You sit on millions of pounds, a massive historical estate, and thousands of acres of land, while William and I have to ask for an allowance like children!
Lord Arthur: An allowance?! I gave you and my son a five-hundred-thousand-pound annual budget!
Lady Beatrice: That's pocket change in high society! Do you know how much it costs to maintain status among the elite in London?!
Lord Arthur: Status?! You tried to commit murder for status?!
Lady Beatrice: If you had just died quietly in your sleep, William would have inherited the whole estate, and we would have been free!
Lord Arthur: William would have been heartbroken! He loves me!
Lady Beatrice: William is weak, just like you! He obeys every word you say!
Clara: You're the weak one, ma'am. Real strength doesn't come from stealing or hurting people.
Lady Beatrice: Be quiet, you miserable little bug! You're nothing but a servant who earns minimum wage!
Lord Arthur: Clara has more dignity and integrity in her soul than you could ever dream of having, Beatrice!
Lady Beatrice: She ruined my life today!
Lord Arthur: You ruined your own life the second you bought that poison!
The distant sound of police sirens began to echo down the long estate driveway, getting louder with every passing second.
Thomas: The police have just pulled up to the main front gates, Your Lordship.
Lord Arthur: Excellent. Escort them straight to this dining room.
Lady Beatrice: No! Father, please! Don't let them take me to jail! It will destroy the family name!
Lord Arthur: You destroyed the family name yourself! My father built this estate on honor and service to the country. You turned it into a crime scene!
Lady Beatrice: I'll leave the country! I'll sign a divorce agreement with William today! Just don't press criminal charges!
Lord Arthur: You will face the full extent of the law, Beatrice. Attempted murder carries a life sentence in this country.
Lady Beatrice: No... no! This can't be happening to me!
Lady Beatrice turned around and sprinted toward the side patio doors, attempting to escape into the estate garden.
Lord Arthur: Thomas! Lock the patio doors!
Thomas quickly stepped in front of the glass doors and turned the brass lock key, cutting off her exit route completely.