Julian: London? What master estate key?
Claire: The key to the offshore trust fund, Julian. The one Victoria has been trying to access for three years to pay off her gambling debts.
Victoria: Don't open that box! Security, grab her!
Two venue security guards stepped forward, but Detective Vance flashed his badge, stopping them in their tracks.
Detective Vance: Stand down, boys. This is an active federal investigation.
Julian: Victoria... is this true? Did you forge those probate papers?
Victoria: No, Julian! She's setting me up! She paid this fake detective to ruin our wedding day!
Detective Vance: I can assure you, ma'am, my badge is very real. And so is the arrest warrant in my pocket.
Claire: Tell him about the mansion, Brenda. Tell him how you sold my mother's antique collection behind my back.
Victoria: Your mother was a weak, pathetic woman who didn't deserve a dime of that money!
Claire took a step toward Victoria, her voice dropping to a low, fierce whisper.
Claire: My mother worked sixteen hours a day to keep a roof over my head while you lived in our guest house for free!
Victoria: She treated me like a servant!
Claire: She treated you like family! She gave you a job when no one else in this city would touch you after your first conviction!
Julian: First conviction?! Victoria, you told me you went to Oxford University!
Claire: She went to state prison for two years for check fraud in Chicago, Julian. Check the public records.
Julian stumbled back, pressing a hand against his forehead as he looked at Victoria's stained gown and ruined makeup.
Julian: My God... I gave you half my life savings to invest in your tech startup!
Claire: There is no tech startup, Julian. Your five hundred thousand dollars went straight into a casino in Monte Carlo.
Julian: Five hundred thousand... my whole trust fund is gone?
Victoria: I was going to pay it back, Julian! I just needed one more win at the tables!
Julian: You lying, deceitful monster!
Julian reached out and shoved Victoria away from him, making her stumble backward into a desert table, knocking a three-tier wedding cake onto the carpet.
Victoria: Julian, please! Don't turn on me now! We were supposed to get married next month!
Julian: Married? I wouldn't marry you if you were the last woman on earth!
Claire: Don't act like a victim, Julian. You only proposed to her because you thought she was worth fifty million dollars.
Julian: Claire, please, you have to believe me... I didn't know anything about this!
Claire: Oh, I know you didn't know, Julian. You were too blinded by greed to look at the warning signs.