David: Elena, sweetheart, stay with me. Can you hear my voice?
Elena: David... you're finally home...
The close-up tracking shot showed the man cradling the woman's face with both hands, looking at her with deep concern[cite: 1].
David: Elena, what did she make you do[cite: 1]?
Elena: She wouldn't let me rest... said the nursery wasn't clean enough...
David: I'm taking you straight to the emergency room right now.
Margaret: You will do no such thing! The family dinner is scheduled for six o'clock!
Elena: She worked me to death[cite: 1], David. My legs just gave out under the weight.
David: You're safe now. I'm taking you and our son away from this monster forever.
Margaret: If you walk out those doors with my grandson, you are cut off from the Vance trust fund completely!
David: Keep your blood-money trust fund. I'd rather be broke than watch you kill my family.
Several family members stand around the dining table, watching the scene unfold while the older woman continues eating her carved turkey with cold indifference[cite: 1].
Aunt Clara: Perhaps David has a point, Margaret. She looks truly dreadful.
Margaret: Quiet, Clara, and pass the cranberry sauce before it gets warm.
Aunt Clara: You're going to push your own son right out of your life over stubborn pride.
Margaret: He will come crawling back within a week once his credit cards are frozen.
David: My cards were cancelled an hour ago because I transferred our savings to a separate account.
Margaret: You treacherous little ungrateful wretch! You stole from the family vault?
David: I protected my wife's legal share of our joint earnings. There is a massive difference.
The man lifts Elena into his arms while holding the baby, preparing to leave amidst soft fabric rustling[cite: 1].
Can David escape the mansion before Margaret summons estate security to block the front gates?