Ethan: I haven't turned my back on anything except your lies.
Clara: You think you have all the answers, don't you?
The woman in the red dress watches, her fear slowly turning into a forced, uneasy smile[cite: 1].
SFX: Low tension chord[cite: 1]
Elena: Why are you smiling like that, Clara? What are you hiding?
Clara: Nothing at all, dear sister-in-law. Enjoy your little victory while it lasts.
Ethan: Stop playing games and tell me where you hid the rest of the trust documents.
Clara: Documents? What documents? I don't know what you're talking about.
Elena: They were in my leather portfolio when you kicked me into the table.
Clara: Oh, those old papers? I think the housemaid threw them into the incinerator earlier.
Ethan: You threw away legal probate files?! Have you lost your mind completely?!
Clara: Oops! Accidents happen when people leave trash lying around the mansion.
Elena: Ethan, look at her face—she's bluffing. She keeps looking up at the ceiling corner.
Ethan: The ceiling corner? What is up there?
Clara's smile instantly vanished, replaced by a sudden flash of absolute horror in her eyes.
Clara: No... don't look up there!
Will the hidden recording capture every single second of Clara's brutal assault?
Elena: I think we just found out why she was smiling.