Arthur: Don't answer that. Whatever federal judge is on the line has no jurisdiction here.
Richard: Jurisdiction tends to expand quite rapidly when money laundering is involved, Arthur.
Arthur: You're digging your own corporate grave with these baseless accusations!
Richard: Let the courts decide whose grave is deeper once the wire records are unsealed.
Clara: Pick up the phone, Dad. Let Robert deliver the final confirmation.
Richard reached across the table, his fingers brushing against the polished surface as the device continued its persistent vibration.
Richard: It's time to end this corporate nightmare once and for all.
Arthur: You'll regret this before the sun rises tomorrow morning!
Clara: The only one regretting anything tonight is the man in the ruined tuxedo.
The close-up shows the older man looks down at his smartphone as it rings, accompanied by a sharp phone vibration and ring sound effect. Richard stared at the digital screen, his expression hardening into absolute, unyielding resolve as caller ID flashed federal marshals. The close-up static shot captured the firm line of his jaw and the fierce light returning to his eyes after the brutal assault. The older man answers the phone with a serious, resolute expression while the entire room leans in to catch every syllable. Robert, it's time.
Robert: We have secured the downtown server banks, Richard. All offshore accounts are officially frozen.
Richard: Excellent work, Robert. Is Arthur's primary partner in custody as well?
Robert: Handcuffed and loaded into the transport van ten minutes ago. They're heading to the federal facility now.
Arthur: Give me that phone! You have no right to freeze my personal holdings!
Richard: You heard the man, Arthur. Your financial empire just evaporated into thin air.
Arthur lunged forward to snatch the smartphone from Richard's hand, but two estate security guards finally stepped forward, blocking his path entirely. The federal marshals burst through the grand ballroom doors at that exact moment, their tactical vests identifying them clearly under the crystal lights. The game of corporate extortion was definitively over, and justice had finally arrived at the ranch gates.