Arthur: Shut your mouth! Don't you ever say that!
Leo: It's the truth.
Arthur: Give me the phone, Charles.
Charles: Here you go, Mr. Sterling.
Arthur dialed the number with shaking fingers, putting the phone on speaker.
Dr. Evans: Arthur? Are you at the airport yet?
Arthur: No, Doctor. We are trapped at the estate.
Dr. Evans: Trapped? What do you mean?
Arthur: The ambulance is stuck in the mud.
Dr. Evans: You need to get her to a hospital immediately.
Arthur: I am trying! Can you fly a helicopter here?
Dr. Evans: The storm over the city grounded all civilian flights.
Arthur: I will buy the helicopter company! Just get it in the air!
Dr. Evans: It's not about money, Arthur. It's about weather.
Arthur: So what do I do?
Dr. Evans: Tell me her symptoms.
Arthur: She is crying. Her stomach is hard as a rock.
Dr. Evans: Is she bleeding?
Arthur: I don't know. Eleanor, are you bleeding?
Eleanor: I can't tell. Everything is numb.
Dr. Evans: Her blood pressure is dropping dangerously low.
Arthur: Fix it! Tell me how to fix it!
Dr. Evans: I can't fix this over the phone.
Arthur: You are the head of the hospital!
Dr. Evans: If you don't get her an IV in the next ten minutes, Arthur...
Arthur: Finish the sentence, Doctor.
Dr. Evans: You will lose them both.
Arthur dropped the phone onto the floor, his face drained of all color.
Arthur: No. No, no, no.
Eleanor: Arthur... look at me.
Arthur: I'm here. I'm right here.
Eleanor: If it comes down to it... save the baby.
Arthur: Don't talk like that. We are not making a choice.
Eleanor: Promise me, Arthur. Promise me you'll use the trust fund for her.
Arthur: Stop talking about money! I just want you.
Eleanor: I love you so much.
Eleanor closed her eyes, her breathing becoming dangerously shallow.
Arthur: Eleanor? Wake up! Charles, do something!
Charles: I don't know medical procedures, sir!
Arthur: Somebody do something!
Leo stepped forward, his dirty boots making soft squeaks on the polished wood.