Break Up Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 100 min
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- Because we can get you one.
- No.
John, lets talk.
The blood sample
is hers and his.
A.D.A.'s on his way up.
- We don't have enough.
- Hey, we've got motive.
We've got a 9-1-1.
- [No Audible Dialogue]
- [Jimmy Breathing Heavily]
Look at her.
You think she's gonna wait around for us
to come up with some more evidence?
I don't.
We'll hold her
until we get the A.D.A.
- You said you weren't gonna book me.
- I know.
I have to pee.
[Door Opens]
I need a tampon.
Uh, the...
- Uh, there's none in there?
- No.
[Ramsey Sighs]
All right.
Uh, I got one.
She can't hear you.
[Footsteps Approaching]
Oh, hey, excuse me.
Will you do me a...
Do me a favor. Will you give this
to, uh, to a woman in there?
Sure.
[Door Closes]
- [Door Opens]
- There wasn't anyone else in there.
[Bell Dings]
You going down?
[Bell Dings]
Come on.
Oh, sh*t!
Get over there.
You have the right
to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be provided for you.
Goddamn it!
I don't have my f***ing handcuffs.
[Elevator Bell Dings]
Don't run.
[Man]
Hey.
[Jimmy]
Hey! Hey!
It's me.
Jesus, Jimmy.
You scared the sh*t out of me.
Listen, I lost my passbook,
and I need to get my money.
Oh, that's no problem.
Just come in tomorrow.
We'll take care of it.
I can't.
L... I gotta leave tonight.
Well, honey, I'm all closed out.
I can't go back in there.
L-I really need it.
Okay. Wait here.
This is your balance.
It was withdrawn this morning.
- Obviously, l-I would have not
if they'd come to my window.
- There was $15,000.
I know.
You didn't call the cops
just now, did you?
No. Should I?
Shelly?
- Shelly?
- [Ballad]
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadow
- You'll come apart
and you'll go black
- [Breathing Heavily]
Some kind of night
into your darkness
Close your eyes
with what's not there
Fade into you
Strange you never move
[Sobbing]
- Fade into you
- You could have had him.
[Sobbing]
[Chimes Rattling]
[Bottles Rattling]
[Frank's Voice]
Where ya been?
- You b*tch!
- [Jimmy Gasping]
I just want to know
if you're lying to me, that's all.
- No!
- Don't f*** with me!
I love you.
Just... be... still.
This is Detective John Box.
Yeah, hi. I'm-I'm supposed to tell you
that Jimmy found her passbook.
- Jimmy Dade.
- Jimmy Dade found her passbook at home.
- Are you with Mrs. Dade?
- Are you Mrs. Dade?
Tell him I found my passbook at home
and I never go anywhere without it.
Okay, she says she never goes anywhere...
Tell her she needs to come in
and speak with us.
- He says you got to come...
- She didn't do anything wrong.
I promise I will help her.
He says that...
Are you in trouble?
Just tell him I found my passbook.
It was at home.
It was my savings account...
for my savings account.
My passbook was at home.
I didn't have it at home.
I had it at my sister's house.
- And it... it got moved somehow.
- This is not cool.
- Tell her not to run.
- What?
- What the hell is this?
- Tell him what I said.
- Just cool out.
Everybody's talking at the same time.
- Hello?
Just, just, I just need you
to tell him why I was saying it.
- [Police Siren Wails]
- I just need you to tell him
what I wanted you to tell him.
Hello? Mr...
Hello?
I'm out of here.
- Hello!
- You, you traced this, you jerk.
[Police Radio]
Unit 48, copy.
[Chatter, Laughter]
Mama?
- Mama.
- Oh.
Jimmy.
I thought I might come and stay
for a little while, Mama.
You need to deposit
your Social Security check, Ma,
so you can have some money.
I'm putting it here.
There.
Where did you get this?
Oh, I, uh, l-I told him that
if he did God's bidding that...
uh, he could take the car.
Who? Who, Mama?
You know, uh, he always had
that thing where...
he could make you... you think
that you've got more than you do.
Who are you talking about?
Your husband, honey.
He made me eggs
the way I like 'em.
Wh... When was he here, Mama?
Uh... yesterday?
- You're imagining things.
- Oh, no. He wanted the car.
Let's... Let's get your coat on, Mama.
Let's go.
Please, Mama,
we've got to find someplace where...
where Frankie can't find us, okay?
God will protect me.
No, He won't.
Mama, he tried to kill me.
Well,
that's none of my business.
[Shudders]
[Shouting, Screaming]
- [Gasps]
- I hear someone.
You know, he, uh,
he went to God's country.
Do you remember when I used to say
that we'd all be safe there?
It's just a loan.
I'll pay you back when I can.
I love you, Mama.
I love you too, honey.
She kept beating on her
way more than she needed to.
Do you think she was
strong enough to do that?
If she's angry enough, yeah.
Why do you think
she'd kill her sister?
L-I don't know.
Competition? Who knows?
The woman next door
said she had a boyfriend.
- Why don't you go talk to her?
- Why?
So that maybe we could find out
what happened here.
Our girl dinged this one.
[Police Radio, Indistinct]
[Camera Shutters Clicking]
[Engine Starts]
Bo.
[Whistles]
The name of the sister's
boyfriend?
Hit me.
Frank.
What a coincidence.
What do you think the odds are
that everybody found out...
who everybody else was poking
that night, huh, the night he died?
- Maybe.
- You still don't think she did it?
I think maybe.
[TV, Indistinct]
[Heart Beating]
[Heartbeat Accelerates]
I was scared.
I was... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I was scared.
[Woman Screams]
Do you have...
Do you have a car?
[Crying Hysterically]
Hey.
- Can you help her?
- What happened?
Your dime.
Is Frank there?
Who is this?
Are you foolin' around on me?
Yep.
[Clicks Tongue, Inhales Deeply]
You've been bad, haven't you?
Hmm.
I think you have.
Is this a whirlwind romance,
or am I crazy?
You're crazy.
You didn't give me an answer.
About what?
You with me, or are you not with me?
[Laughs]
Well, you bet, sugar.
God.
Look at you.
- Go figure.
- Stop.
Honey, honey, look at me.
I'm with you...
now and forever.
Okay?
Oh, sir, my fire
is burning high
If we should stop, sir
I would die
[Moans]
Goose chase.
Yeah, I got it.
Okay. Thanks.
They found the mother's car
outside of Baker.
You ready to go?
We got a four-hour drive.
[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]
[Chattering, Indistinct]
[Country]
You got any favorites?
Excuse me, uh, princess.
You get in an accident
or somethin'?
Hello?
[Laughs Nervously]
- I'm sorry, what?
- You get in an accident or somethin'?
- Uh-huh.
- Whoa.
Uh, they call Irv's burgers,
uh, dog patties.
Not for nothin', you know.
- I think I need another.
- Uh... let me buy it.
No. Thanks, though.
Hey, come on. It's just a hamburger.
There's no strings.
- Okay.
- Irv, um, two double beefs.
With cheese?
Cheese.
A-And a Mickey's, please.
Yeah. The beer goes
with the burger.
No. Th-The burger's enough.
So, uh... George.
[Chuckles Nervously]
And yours?
Wait, let me guess.
Um...
I bet it's Jennifer.
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