Damien: You're going to prison for this, Julian. You're an officer of the court!
Julian: Non-extradition countries don't care about Florida court orders, Damien.
Damien: You think you can just disappear with eighty million dollars?
Evelyn: We don't need to disappear. Once your mother signs these documents, everything is completely legal.
Damien: She will never sign those papers!
Evelyn: She will if she wants you to leave this yacht alive.
Damien's blood ran cold. He took a step forward, his knuckles white.
Damien: Are you threatening my life, Evelyn?
Evelyn: Accidents happen on private charters all the time, Damien. People fall overboard in deep water.
Julian: Evelyn, let's keep this professional. No one needs to get hurt.
Evelyn: Shut up, Julian! I'm not losing this money because you're weak!
Suddenly, the ship's horn blasted three long times, the floor vibrating violently under their feet.
Julian: What was that? Why is the captain sounding the horn?
Evelyn: Go check the bridge, Julian! Fast!
Julian turned and ran up the stairs toward the wheelhouse, leaving Evelyn standing alone in the narrow doorway.
Damien lunged forward, snatching the black satellite case out of Evelyn's hands before she could react.
Evelyn: Hey! Give that back!
Damien: Move out of my way!
Damien shoved past her, running out onto the open sun deck where the four guests were standing near the glass table.
Guest 1: What is going on down there? Why is the ship turning around?
Damien: Everyone listen to me! Evelyn and Julian have poisoned my mother and locked us below deck!
Guest 2: What?! Are you insane, Damien?
Damien: Look at the water! We are miles off course!
Evelyn rushed out onto the deck, her green dress flying in the wind, her face red with anger.
Evelyn: Don't listen to him! He's having a psychotic break!
Damien: Show them the legal folder, Evelyn! Show them the forged waiver!
Evelyn: He attacked me in his cabin! He tried to steal my property!
From the upper deck railing, Julian screamed down at them, his face pale with utter panic.
Julian: Evelyn! Stop talking! Look at the horizon!
Everyone on the deck turned toward the bow of the yacht.
A large Coast Guard cutter was speeding directly toward them, its blue and red lights flashing bright against the ocean water.
Evelyn: What... how did they get here?!
Damien: Did you really think I didn't press the distress signal on my watch the second I found my mother in the engine room?
Evelyn stared at Damien's wrist, where a black digital sports watch was flashing a tiny red LED indicator.
Damien: Emergency beacon, Evelyn. Automatic satellite relay with live GPS coordinates.