Emily: What security footage? There are no cameras in the upstairs hallway.
David: Not in the hallway, Emily. Right above the mahogany desk in the private study where you printed those fake forms.
Emily: You... you installed a hidden lens in the study without telling me?
David: When you married into a family of corporate executives, you should have known we document everything.
Lily: Does that mean the police can see her forging my name on the computer?
David: In crystal-clear high definition, sweetheart. Every single click and signature is recorded.
Emily: This is a massive invasion of my personal privacy! It's completely inadmissible in court!
David: Federal wire fraud and child endangerment supersede domestic privacy laws every single time.
Emily: You're bluffing. You wouldn't throw your own wife into a prison cell over some paperwork.
David: Watch me. You crossed the line the moment you tried to banish my little girl from her own home.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the front porch as the massive oak entry doors swung open wide to the night air.
Voice: David Vance? We received your digital transmission from the estate security server.
Two uniformed police officers stepped into the grand foyer, their boots crunching softly on the marble floor.
Will justice finally prevail and restore peace to the historic American mansion once and for all?
David: Right over here, officer. Arrest my wife for forgery and attempted child abduction.