Break Up

[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?

- About 15 minutes ago.

- 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

you're gonna be looking at?

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

lost someone close to you?

- 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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