Arthur: How did she get past you?
Guard 1: She must have climbed out the ground-floor window while we were outside!
Detective Miller: Call all units! We have a fleeing suspect!
Elena: She couldn't have gone far on foot in those heels, sir.
Arthur: She isn't on foot. She has her sports car in the garage.
Elena: No, sir. I saw the garage keys on the kitchen counter earlier.
Elena: Someone must be picking her up!
Arthur: Marcus Kane.
Detective Miller: Who is Marcus Kane?
Arthur: Her attorney and accomplice. He's probably waiting at the end of the estate drive.
Detective Miller: Units, lock down all exit gates around the Sterling estate!
Arthur grabbed his heavy winter coat from the coat rack.
Arthur: I'm coming with you, Detective.
Elena: Please be careful, Mr. Sterling!
Arthur: Come with us, Elena. You know what Marcus looks like.
They piled into Detective Miller's black police SUV and sped down the long winding driveway.
At the main iron gate, a black luxury sedan was idling in the darkness.
The SUV pulled up fast, blocking the gates with its high beams flashing.
Detective Miller: Driver, step out of the vehicle with your hands up!
The driver's door opened slowly, and a man in a sharp grey suit stepped out.
Marcus: What is the meaning of this? I'm a licensed attorney!
Arthur: You're a criminal, Marcus!
Marcus: Arthur? What is going on here?
Detective Miller: Where is Victoria Sterling?
Marcus: I don't know what you're talking about. I came to drop off papers!
Elena: Look in the back seat, Detective!
Detective Miller shone his heavy flashlight through the tinted rear window of the sedan.
Duck-taped beneath a blanket on the floorboards, Victoria was crouching in fear.
Detective Miller: Get out of the car, ma'am! Hands where I can see them!
Victoria: Marcus, do something! You're my lawyer!
Marcus: I told you this was a stupid idea, Victoria!
Victoria: You set up the offshore account! You were part of this!
Marcus: Shut up, Victoria!
Detective Miller: Both of you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder!
The police officers forced Victoria and Marcus against the sedan and slapped handcuffs on their wrists.
Victoria turned her head, screaming furiously at Elena.
Victoria: You ruined my life, you poor little trash maid!
Elena: I saved an innocent man's life today. You ruined yourself.
Arthur: You won't get a single cent of my estate, Victoria. Not a penny.
Victoria: You're an old man, Arthur! You were supposed to die tonight!
Arthur: Well, I am very much alive, and you are going to prison for a long time.
As the police cruisers drove away with Victoria and Marcus in the back, the estate grew quiet again.