Sarah: This is about the new trust fund, isn't it?
Margaret: It is about the principle of the matter.
Sarah: Elena heard you on the phone. You were furious about the will.
Margaret: My son is a fool. He rewrote his life insurance and the entire estate plan.
Sarah: He did it to provide for his daughter's future.
Margaret: He cut me out completely! I am the matriarch of this family!
Sarah: You have millions of dollars from your own divorce settlement.
Margaret: That money is tied up in bad real estate investments. I need liquidity.
Sarah: So you wanted access to the baby's trust fund.
Margaret: I am the secondary beneficiary on the main corporate accounts.
Sarah: Only if something happens to Lily.
Margaret: Tragedies happen every day, Sarah. Sudden infant death syndrome is very common.
Elena: You are sick.
Margaret: I am a pragmatist. This middle-class gold digger manipulated my son.
Sarah: I didn't ask for a single dime of his wealth. I signed an iron-clad prenup.
Margaret: But your daughter didn't. She gets everything.
Sarah: And you would rather murder a baby than lose your luxury lifestyle.
Margaret: Don't use that word! It was going to be painless.
Sarah: Step away from the door, Margaret.
Margaret: I am not leaving until you delete that video from the phone.
Elena: I already uploaded it to the cloud, Mrs. Davis. You can't destroy it.
Margaret: You insolent little rat. I will ruin your life.
Sarah: Don't you threaten her! She is ten times the woman you are.
Margaret: Give me the phone right now, or I will take it by force.
Margaret took a step into the nursery, her hands curled into fists.
Sarah immediately scooped baby Lily out of the crib, clutching her tightly against her chest.
Sarah: If you take one more step, I will scream until the neighbors hear.
Margaret: The neighbors are acres away. Nobody can hear you.
Elena: I already sent the video to the local police precinct, Margaret.
Margaret: You are bluffing.
Elena: Check your watch. It takes exactly twelve minutes for a squad car to get up the hill.
Margaret: You called the police without asking me?!
Elena: I called them while I was running up the stairs.
A loud, blaring siren echoed in the distance, cutting through the quiet suburban air.