Break Up
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 100 min
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[Shower Running]
Breakfast is ready.
Be out in a minute.
What are you doing?
- Got ya.
- [Gasps] What are you doing?
Doin' what I'm always doin'.
What are you doin'?
Nothin'
[Growls]
- Hey, Jim. Hi.
- Hi.
Seventy-eight dollars?
Getting a healthy little balance
there, young lady.
Thanks. See ya.
[Knock]
- Hi, sis.
- Hi.
The shirt is for you.
[Sighs]
You buy me something every time
I come over now.
- [Chuckles]
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Oh. Where did you find this?
- I've had it.
That was right after
I got confirmed.
[Chuckles]
Look how sexy you were.
I got laid for the first time
that night.
[Jimmy]
So, what's wrong with the oven?
It smokes when I turn it on.
Probably the thermostat.
Not that I use it for anything.
[Phone Rings]
- Hello.
- Hey.
They have lounge acts at work
these days, Frankie?
- You seen Jimmy?
- She's right here.
What's she doing?
- Fixing my oven for me.
- Tell her to pick me up.
He wants you to pick him up.
Okay.
- [Siren Wailing]
- [Rock]
[Phone Ringing]
Hey.
Oh, hey, Jimmy.
Oh, uh, Frankie left.
- When?
- Oh, great.
- Hey, are you talking about Frank Dade?
Yeah.
Oh, listen, this is so great.
I think he may have lost my number.
So, um, will you tell him...
that I am in town at my brother's.
And...
I will be back home on...
Saturday.
That was his wife, goofball.
Oh, my God.
You're kidding!
You think she'll give it to him?
[Scoffs]
[Car Door Shuts]
- Your husband home?
- I don't know.
He banged my car again.
- I'll tell him.
- He's an a**hole, your husband.
Look, it makes no difference to me.
I can call the cops instead.
- I'll tell him. I promise.
- Yeah, you tell him.
Honey?
Honey?
Oh!
You scared me.
Sorry I was late
picking you up.
You're cooking.
Looks remarkably like that.
I have to go to the bathroom.
I have to go.
[Toilet Flushes]
Do you want a drink?
Hey.
Is that good?
- Thanks.
- Sure.
[Gasps]
You're f***ing around on me,
aren't you?
- Frankie, you're crazy.
- You c*nt!
Where you been?
I was at Shelly's.
You called.
God...
F***!
Get over here!
Come here.
Come here.
I just want to know
if you're lying to me, that's all.
- No. Ow!
- Don't f*** with me.
[Screaming]
Yes!
Well, which is it?
God...
F***!
- [Operator] 9-1-1. May I help you?
- Help me! He's gonna kill me!
- You have to speak clearly.
- Yes. No. What do you want me to do?
[Grunts]
Tell me you're lying.
[Panting]
- I love you.
- I can't hear you!
You are such a f***in' liar.
No! No! No! No!
- No! No!
- Come here!
- No! No!
- Come here!
[Grunting]
Come here!
Don't you conk out on me.
- Get up.
- No!
Just... be... still.
This girl gave me her phone number
to give to you.
Why don't you call her?
F...
[No Audible Dialogue]
- Easy. Okay.
- [Crying, Gasping]
- [Crying, Gasping]
- Easy.
I'm going to put this on you now
to breathe. All right?
- [Crying Hysterically]
- Hang in there.
You broke your wrist,
maybe a couple of ribs.
We're gonna keep you here tonight.
I'm going to look at your ears.
Talk to me a bit. Okay?
You read lips well.
I said you read lips well.
How long have you been deaf?
A year.
[Chatter]
Tell me this isn't a domestic.
They're not sure.
Triage thinks maybe.
[Man]
Goddamn it.
Ms. Dade,
I'm Detective John Box.
This is Detective Andrew Ramsey.
The doctor told me that you suffer
from some hearing loss.
Wait a second.
Wait, she can't hear?
Why the hell did they stick us in here
with her if she can't hear?
I'll go find someone who does,
uh, sign language.
I know what you said.
So, why don't you tell us
what happened here.
I fell.
Where?
In my house.
And where's that?
He knows.
- Excuse me.
- She says she knows who you are.
Yeah, l... I heard her.
Um,
You know you were picked up
some 18 blocks from your house.
Nothing. I fell,
and I don't remember much after that.
You're saying this was an accident.
Yes.
I hope you feel better.
Thank you for coming.
Why don't you take my card?
- Do you believe her?
- No.
But this is America,
and, uh, you can lie
all you want here.
[Footsteps Approaching]
[Groaning]
[Gasps]
We got to go.
[Helicopter Blades Whirring]
Oh, f***.
Jesus, you know you...
You can't...
Oh.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Come on.
I'm gonna call an ambulance.
No, don't.
He'll find me.
- Who?
- Frank.
What?
And he won't find you here?
What in the f***
am I supposed to do then?
Oh. You've got to help me.
I'm here.
I'm right here.
I'm just gonna get you a blanket.
Oh, God.
You're shivering.
I've got to warm you up.
[Crying]
- [Tapping Phone Keys]
- [Sobs]
[Line Ringing]
[Beep]
[TV, Indistinct]
What were you doing?
I called the hospital.
I just wanted to find out what to do.
Give me the passbook.
Give me the passbook.
I have some money.
I'm going to go get the money tomorrow.
I'm gonna go get Mom.
I'm gonna leave.
Okay.
[Ramsey]
No. No, no, no. No f***ing way.
I want you home at 7:00.
- That's your daughter?
- My wife.
You did a domestic at her house,
uh, last November.
Yeah?
God, no recollection.
Look back on your notes.
- My notes, right.
- [Rings Doorbell]
[Doorbell Rings]
[Muffled]
She's in there.
Los Angeles Police.
We need to talk with you.
It's early.
It's 10:
00 A.M.Can we come in, please?
No.
Mrs. Dade, we need to speak with you,
whether it's inside or outside.
And it's... it's wet outside.
I lost my passbook.
Sh*t.
So, uh, you had a fight
with your husband, right?
Why are you here?
Mrs. Dade,
we have a body at the morgue.
We believe it may be your husband.
Did your husband drive...
a 1971 red Camaro,
license number...
Yes.
[Box] We found the car
at the bottom of a ravine.
It may take as long as a week
to make a positive identification.
[Muttering]
We need you to stay put
for a while.
[Thunder Rumbling]
You know what
Either the name on the door is wrong
or there's no tag at all.
It's a f***ing wonder
we get anything done around here.
Here we go.
[Gasps, Moans]
Goddamn.
[Ramsey]
Why are these perps so stupid?
You tell her to stay put, she bolts.
She isn't a perp yet.
[Bell Dings]
Mrs. Dade,
you're gonna have to come with us.
We have to talk.
I'm gonna take her into room two.
All right.
Uh, I'm gonna call again
about the blood work.
Please have a seat.
Hey.
- Are you gonna book me?
- No.
Right now, I just want
to ask you some questions.
It's...
It's kind of
uncomfortable to-to...
I used to talk all the time.
Have you... Have you ever
- No.
- It's wild.
It's...
[Sighs]
It's...
I, uh,
I sh... I sh...
I shouldn't have lied to you.
What did you lie to me about?
He hit me and,
and pushed me down the stairs.
And, and, and, uh, that's...
that's all.
L-I, um... I don't really...
l-l-I don't know.
Do you want a lawyer?
- A what?
- A lawyer.
Why?
Uh, do you need
an interpreter here?
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