Lord Arthur: Thomas! Call the police immediately!
The elderly butler stepped forward from the doorway, his face rigid with anger as he held his mobile phone.
Thomas: Already on the line with Scotland Yard, Your Lordship. Officers are on their way to the estate right now.
Lady Beatrice: Thomas, cancel that call! I am the lady of this house!
Thomas: You are a criminal, ma'am. And as long as Lord Arthur lives, he is the master here.
Lady Beatrice: Father, think about your son! Think about William! What will he say when he comes back from his business trip and finds out you put his wife in prison?!
Lord Arthur: William will thank God that his father is still breathing! My son knows you never loved him, Beatrice. You only married him for our family trust fund!
Lady Beatrice: That isn't true! I love William!
Lord Arthur: You love my estate, my money, and my land! You couldn't wait for a natural inheritance, so you tried to speed up the process!
Clara: She was talking on the phone yesterday in the library, Your Lordship. She said the mortgage on her secret gambling debts was due this Friday.
Lady Beatrice: You were spying on me?!
Clara: I was dusting the bookshelves, ma'am. You were screaming into your phone about losing two million pounds in London.
Lord Arthur: Two million pounds?! Is this true, Beatrice?!
Lady Beatrice: No! It's a complete lie!
Lord Arthur: We will see when the police audit your bank accounts and your credit history!
Lady Beatrice's hands began to shake violently as she backed away toward the grand stone archway.
Lady Beatrice: You can't prove anything! A video on a cell phone isn't real evidence!
Lord Arthur: The decanter sitting right there on the table is physical evidence! The police forensic team will analyze every single drop of that wine!
Lady Beatrice: No... please...
Lord Arthur: You tried to murder an elder of this realm for a inheritance payout! You are a monster!
Clara: Your Lordship, please sit down. Your blood pressure is getting too high.
Lord Arthur: I am fine, Clara. Just outraged that I let a snake live under my roof for three years.
Lady Beatrice: You always hated me! You always looked down on me because I didn't come from noble blood!
Lord Arthur: I looked down on you because you were arrogant, greedy, and cruel to the house staff!
Clara: She docked my pay last week just because I dropped a silver napkin ring.
Lady Beatrice: Because you're clumsy and incompetent!
Lord Arthur: She saved my life today while you tried to take it! Who is incompetent now, Beatrice?!