Elena: I need to... I need to reach my phone...
Victoria: Keep crawling in the dirt where you belong, little gold-digger.
The pregnant woman crashes hard onto the wooden planks, clutching her stomach in pain while the woman in white walks confidently toward a luxury yacht.
A heavy thud vibrated through the timber, followed by a low groan of agony.
Marina Worker: Ma'am, stay still! Don't try to get up too fast!
Elena: The baby... oh god, the pain in my lower abdomen...
Marina Worker: I'm calling an ambulance right now. Hang on!
Victoria: Don't waste public resources on her petty theatrics.
Elena: You pushed me... knowing I'm expecting...
Victoria: You should have thought of that before you forged my signature on the trust documents.
Elena: David is going to destroy you for this.
Victoria: David is stuck in downtown traffic across the bridge. By the time he gets here, I'll be halfway to Canada.
Marina Worker: She's bleeding, Mrs. Sterling! Look what you've done!
Victoria: Shut your mouth and untie the starboard mooring lines immediately.
Marina Worker: I won't help you commit a felony on top of everything else.
Victoria: Then stay out of my way and watch me do it myself.
Will the dock worker's defiance buy enough time for help to arrive before the yacht slips away?