Richard: What on earth is happening in this hallway?
Victoria: Richard, darling, thank goodness you're finally home!
A wide shot tracking view showed a fair-skinned American man in a black tuxedo rushing through the double doors and freezing in horror while a framed American flag hung on the wall behind him[cite: 1].
The sharp sound of doors opening echoed off the high ceiling panels[cite: 1].
Richard: Clara! Oh my god, Clara, what happened to you?
Clara: Richard... she pushed me... onto the glass table...
Richard: Look at all this blood! Victoria, what have you done to my wife?
Victoria: You need to calm down and listen to my side of the story first, Richard.
Richard: Listen to you? My wife is lying in a pool of broken glass and blood!
Victoria: She lunged at me in a fit of jealous rage and tripped over the ottoman.
Clara: That's a lie... she threw me with both hands...
Victoria: Clara, please don't make this worse by fabricating stories in front of your husband.
Richard: Clara doesn't lie to me, Victoria. You've been trying to force her out of this estate for months.
Victoria: I am simply trying to protect the family assets from her reckless financial mismanagement.
Richard: Assets mean nothing right now! Look at her condition! We need an ambulance immediately!
Victoria: If you call an ambulance, the press will find out about this domestic dispute and tank our stock prices.
Richard: Let the stock prices burn to the ground for all I care!
Richard dropped to his knees beside Clara, his tuxedo jacket brushing against the jagged shards.
Will Richard uncover the undeniable proof before Victoria manages to twist the entire situation?
Clara: Don't let her touch me... please...
Richard: I've got you, sweetheart. You're going to be okay.
Richard's gaze shifted from his bleeding wife toward the cold, unblinking expression of the woman in the maroon dress.
Can an enraged husband's fury pierce through the layers of deception built around this luxury mansion?