Kelsey: Weapon down! On the ground right now!
Ryan: Don't shoot! I didn't pull a gun!
The smoke from Kelsey's tactical entry weapon drifted toward the ceiling as Ryan fell to his knees.
Kelsey: Hands behind your head! Interlock your fingers!
Ryan: You shot the wall! You almost hit me!
Kelsey: Next one goes through your knee if you move an inch!
Kelsey pressed her knee heavily into Ryan's spine, snapping steel handcuffs around his wrists.
Ryan: Ow! You're breaking my wrists!
Kelsey: Shut up! Don't you dare speak!
She tossed him onto his side and rushed over to her mother, dropping her heavy rifle strap.
Kelsey: Mom... oh God, Mom, can you hear me?
Margaret: Kelsey... you came...
Kelsey: I'm right here. I've got you, Mom.
Margaret reached up with a shaking hand, touching Kelsey's tactical vest.
Margaret: He was going to kill me, Kelsey...
Kelsey: He'll never lay another finger on you. I promise you.
Two entry team officers rushed into the kitchen with flashlights drawn.
Officer Miller: House is clear! Suspect is secured!
Officer Davis: Need a medic in the kitchen immediately! Elderly female with head trauma!
Kelsey: Miller, check his pockets. Find the house keys and his phone.
Officer Miller: On it, Captain.
Ryan: This is police brutality! I live here! I pay the mortgage!
Kelsey: You haven't paid a dime in three years, Ryan!
Ryan: She signed the deed over to me last month!
Margaret: I didn't sign... he forced my hand...
Kelsey: Did you hear that, Davis? Add extortion and forgery to the list.
Officer Davis: Copy that, Captain. The ambulance just pulled into the driveway.
Ryan struggled against the floor, spitting blood from his lip.
Ryan: You think you won, Kelsey? Your father left everything to my mother first!
Kelsey: Your mother passed away four years ago, Ryan. You have zero legal claim to this estate.
Ryan: I have the paperwork in the safe downstairs!
Kelsey: You mean the fake power of attorney you drafted with your corrupt notary friend?
Ryan: It's notarized! It's legal!
Kelsey: We raided your notary's office twenty minutes ago, Ryan. He already confessed.
Ryan's face went completely drain of color as he stared up at the ceiling.
Ryan: What... what did he say?
Kelsey: He told us you paid him ten thousand dollars to forge my mother's signature on the life insurance change form.
Margaret: My life insurance... Ryan, how could you?
Ryan: She doesn't need a million-dollar policy! She's seventy-eight years old!
Kelsey: You wanted her dead so you could collect the payout and cover your gambling debts!
Ryan: That's a lie! I love my stepmother!
Kelsey: You hit an old woman with your fist and raised a bat to her head. That's not love. That's attempted murder.
Two paramedics ran into the kitchen carrying a medical kit and a stretcher.
Paramedic Dan: Ma'am, stay still. We're going to check your neck and head.
Margaret: My daughter... keep her close to me...
Kelsey: I'm not going anywhere, Mom. I'm right beside you.
The paramedics carefully lifted Margaret onto the gurney, stabilizing her head with blue foam blocks.
Paramedic Dan: Her pulse is high, and that cheek swelling looks severe. We need to get her to St. Jude Hospital right away.
Kelsey: Escort her out. Davis, haul this trash to the precinct.
Officer Davis: Get up, Ryan. Time to meet the detective.
Ryan: I'll sue you, Kelsey! I'll sue the whole police department!
Kelsey: Save your breath for your arraignment, Ryan. You're going away for a very long time.