On their penultimate visit, they didn't raise their voices. It was conspicuous within the 3½ years that Dad had been gone.
On the last visit, they started shouting again.
They had schemed about it, and they staged it. Jeff acted it out with nobody looking, rolling on the floor like a soccer player. He led me outside, clowning like he was afraid of me, and then snuck back to lock me out.
On the advice of a court-appointed attorney, I pleaded down to harrassment. Then they used my plea as evidence of "extreme violence" - assault. They got me off the family property while Mom was in the hospital.
I left under threat of official eviction during an epic housing shortage. Jeff put a restraining order on me, and filed one for Mom against me, too. In his affadavit he swore that I jumped and kicked him in the chest, then kicked him while he was down. He claimed bruises on his ribs. A judge approved Jeff's but not Mom's restraining order (because it wasn't her.) I presume nobody asked him for physical evidence.
But, as an old friend said, two people's testimony was enough evidence to be a problem in front of a judge.
They could still hurt me, Mom, the cat....