Evelyn: Look what you did to her arm when you knocked her down.
Richard: I didn't touch her! She tripped over her own clumsy feet!
A fair-skinned American woman named Evelyn, wearing a deep maroon evening gown, rushes over, kneels beside the girl, and hugs her protectively while glaring toward the crowd.
Hollywood-quality lighting illuminated the scene as photorealistic USA skin texture caught the amber glow of the chandeliers.
Little Girl: I didn't do it!
Evelyn: I know you didn't, darling. You're safe now.
Guest: Someone get a first aid kit over here right now!
Older Woman: Don't make such a dramatic spectacle out of a tiny scratch.
Evelyn: A tiny scratch? Her knee is bleeding through her dress!
Richard: She shouldn't have been standing where she didn't belong in the first place.
Evelyn: Have you lost every ounce of human decency you ever possessed?
Richard: My decency is reserved for people who actually matter in this industry.
Evelyn: Matters of corporate standing don't excuse physical endangerment of a minor.
Richard: Threaten me with lawsuits all you want, but my lawyers will bury you.
Evelyn: Your lawyers are currently packing their desks after the federal subpoena arrived.
Older Woman: Stop listening to her lies, Richard. She's just trying to blackmail us.
Evelyn: Blackmail is what you call finding signed confessions in your office safe.
Will the medical emergency force the arrogant executives to finally face accountability?