Clara: Stay right here, Grandma. Let me steady your arm.
Evelyn: My walker... he threw it all the way down the second flight of steps...
The walker lies overturned while the fair-skinned elderly American woman struggles to keep her balance[cite: 1].
A low tension chord hummed softly in the background as the freezing autumn wind blew loose gray strands across Evelyn's pale forehead[cite: 1].
Clara: Look at me, Grandma. Breathe slowly. You're safe with me.
Evelyn: I never thought my own grandson could treat me like a piece of trash.
Clara: He stopped being your grandson the day he signed those fraudulent mortgage papers.
Richard: Are you two done whining on the steps yet? The doors are closing in two minutes.
Clara: You just assaulted an elderly citizen on federal property, Richard!
Richard: Prove it. The security cameras are pointed toward the street, not this alcove.
Evelyn: Clara, don't argue with him. He's lost his mind entirely.
Clara: I won't let him walk away after what he just did to you.
Richard: You can report me to whoever you want after the judge rules in my favor.
Clara: The judge is going to see those bruises on your arm, Grandma.
Richard: She tripped over her own feet. That's what my statement will say.
Evelyn: The Lord sees what you're doing, Richard. Money won't save your soul.
Richard: Save your religious lectures for Sunday school. I have a billion-dollar merger to close.
Richard turned his back with cold indifference, stepping toward the heavy oak doors of the courthouse.
Will Richard's arrogance finally catch up with him before he reaches the courtroom doors?