Michael: Victoria, take your hand off our daughter right this instant.
Victoria: Michael, thank goodness you're here. She's throwing another ridiculous tantrum.
Sophie: She's lying, Daddy! She's lying to you!
Michael: Sophie, sweetie, calm down. Tell Daddy what happened.
Victoria: She tripped over her toy chest and started screaming at the top of her lungs.
Sophie: No! She was hiding someone in our room!
Victoria: The child has an overactive imagination, Michael. You know how she loves her fairy tales.
Sophie: It's not a fairy tale! I saw a man crawl under the bed!
Michael: A man? In our private master bedroom?
Victoria: She is completely making things up to get me in trouble with you.
Sophie: Look at her face, Daddy! She's shaking because she's scared!
Michael: Victoria, step away from the mattress right now.
Victoria: You're really going to believe a hysterical child over your own wife?
Michael: When my daughter points at the floor with that much fear, I check the room.
Victoria planted her feet firmly in front of the heavy wooden bed frame, her chest heaving with panic.
Victoria: You are not tearing up my bedroom over a childish hallucination.
Michael: Move aside, Victoria. That is an order.
Sophie: Don't let her stop you, Daddy! He's right under there!
Will Michael find proof of betrayal waiting in the shadows beneath the heavy bedspread?
Michael: This ends right here.