Clara: You can't do this to me, Julian! Think about the family reputation! Think about the news headlines!
Julian: The only thing I care about right now is justice for Eleanor.
Eleanor: She's been threatening me for weeks, Julian. Ever since the lawyer opened my father's revised trust fund documents.
Julian: What threats? What did she say to you?
Eleanor: She told me if I didn't sign away my inheritance, she would make sure I disappeared forever.
Clara: She's lying! She forged those legal papers, Julian! She wants to drain our father's bank accounts!
Julian: Silence, Clara! You lost the right to speak when you tried to break her neck on this floor!
Julian walked over to Eleanor, helping her sit up on the polished floor while keeping his eyes fixed on Clara above.
Julian: Are you feeling dizzy, Eleanor? Did you hit your head during the fall?
Eleanor: No, you caught me completely before I hit the ground. My back is just sore from the shock.
Julian: Rest for a second. The paramedics will check you over as soon as they arrive.
Clara: Julian, please! If the police come here, the board of directors will remove me as CEO! The company stock will plummet!
Julian: You should have thought about the company stock before you committed a violent felony.
Clara: I was protecting our legacy! Father gave forty years of his life to build this mansion and this fortune!
Eleanor: Father loved both of us, Clara! But you couldn't stand sharing even a fraction of his wealth!
Clara: You left town ten years ago! You gave up your rights to this family the day you walked away!
Eleanor: I left because you made my life a living hell! But Father called me back before he died. He wanted to make things right!
Julian: He did make things right, Clara. He left Eleanor her rightful share of the estate in his final will.
Clara: That will was a mistake! He was sick, he wasn't thinking clearly!
Julian: He was completely lucid, and you know it. That's why you tried to kill her today, isn't it?
Clara took a step back from the upper railing, her eyes darting nervously toward the hallway behind her.
Julian: Don't even think about running, Clara. The front gates are locked, and the police will be at the front doors in seconds.
Clara: This isn't over, Julian! You can't prove I pushed her! It's your word against mine!
Julian: Look up at the ceiling, Clara. Right above the balcony balustrade.
Clara froze, slowly looking up toward