Break Up Page #3

It goes with your eyes.

- You're right.

- Right.

Whoa!

[Laughs]

- You're a hard one.

- [Man] George, cool it.

Um...

you know, that first burger sort of...

sort of did it for me.

- I can't eat 'em both.

- I'm sorry. Thanks anyway.

Have a nice life.

- [Gasps]

- [Door Squeaking]

- [Gasps]

- You want a lift?

Oh, um...

- Thanks. I'm just down the road.

- Hey.

[Whining, Barking]

That's Duke.

He's a cutie.

What do you do?

I'm a cop.

Animal regulation.

Where to?

- That way.

- [Engine Starting]

- It's right up at the end.

- Uh-huh.

Good citizen.

Right here.

- Thanks for the ride.

- You, uh...

- You want your money back from the bar?

- Um, no. Keep it.

Come on. Let me be nice, huh?

Just this once.

- Thanks.

- [Grunts]

[Door Clicks]

Automatic door locks.

[Chuckles]

My boyfriend's inside.

Oh, she's hard.

[Scoffs]

And she's a liar.

- Um... I gotta go.

- [Door Clicks]

[Laughing]

God!

- [Bell Dinging]

- Hey, just kiddin', huh?

- [Door Closes]

- You're a hard one!

You want some company?

- Hey!

- [Car Door Closes]

You can't hear, can you?

You been, uh, readin' my lips

or somethin'. Right?

- I'm really tired. Okay?

- Yeah.

Listen, uh, let me help ya, huh?

Here. Here ya go.

It's like this. Here.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

Listen, l-I'm sorry. This just...

This just really isn't my thing.

Uh, come on, huh?

Maybe you can...

[Chuckles]

Teach me some braille

or something, huh?

- [Whimpering]

- Oh, yeah. That was good.

- It's time to go.

- Yeah? Come on.

Why don't you just lighten up, huh?

I don't...

- What?

- You gotta get your hand off my neck.

I'm just bracin' myself.

You look like the kind of girl

that can make my knees buckle.

- I can't breathe, okay?

- [Breathing Heavily]

- Are you gonna hurt me now?

- No.

[Groans]

[Groans]

Don't even think

of f***in' with my truck!

[Dog Whining]

[Blows Landing]

[Breathing Heavily]

[Club Falls]

[Whining]

- [Crying]

- [Groaning]

[Engine Starting]

- [Jimmy] Stop.

- You want me to stop?

Huh?

[Country]

[Coins Rattling]

Hey. You wanna see

something so hot?

Yes. [Gasps]

Oh, my God!

It's a zirc. I love it.

I f***in' love it.

Where'd you get the money for it?

- My new boyfriend.

- Ooh!

- Night, Grace.

- Good night.

So, are you folks ready to order?

Well, hello there, sexy.

[Smooches]

What do ya think?

Isn't it to f***in' die for?

Where'd you get the money for that?

I put it on my card.

You wanna call the cops?

[Scoffs]

What for?

Might as well...

tell 'em where we are!

What are you talkin' about?

[Screams]

[Glass Shattering]

- [Screaming]

- [Groaning]

- Jesus Christ. No!

- You took some of the cash.

[Gasps, Breathing Heavily]

[Grunts]

- It's just a goddamn ring.

- You want me to stop?

- What did you say?

- I said, "Go f*** yourself"! Aaah!

I'm goin' out.

[Grace Crying, Breathing Heavily]

Here's your credit card, Miss Richards.

[Police Radio, Indistinct]

[Breathing Heavily]

[Cell Phone Ringing]

- [Electronic Beep]

- [Box] Box.

[Woman]

Affirmative. The card checks out.

- Thank you.

- [Electronic Beep]

She's using her sister's credit card.

- Where?

- Here.

[Country]

Can I get Grace to wait on me?

She wants you.

You want him back?

No.

Good. Well,

he doesn't wanna come back.

That's a bad shiner.

- [Man] Look around the corner.

- [Woman on Police Radio]

Suspect is 6'2", 185 pounds,

Caucasian, dark brown hair,

sideburns, brown eyes.

[Continues, Indistinct]

Where's my f***in' money?

[Beeping]

- Thanks.

- [Phone Rings]

Zingo's.

She left.

Oh!

[Screaming]

[Screaming Continues]

- [Sizzling]

- [Screaming]

- You from L.A., huh?

- Yes.

[Phone Ringing]

- Emergency.

- Oh, God. My husband's beating me.

- What's your location?

- Please, he's... he's not dead.

- I asked you where you are.

- I can't...

- I can't hear you.

- What do you mean, you can't hear me?

- Tell me your location.

- 13349 Otter Road.

Oh, God. I'm cut.

Please...

- She hung up.

- Sh*t.

[Door Rattling]

[Sirens Wailing]

[Wailing Grows Louder]

[Tires Squealing]

[Tires Squealing]

There's someone here.

What the f*** have we got here?

Police!

- Yeah?

- Los Angeles Police Department.

- L.A.?

- Would you please take a step back?

- Could I please see some identification?

- Why?

We received a domestic abuse call

to this address.

That's a pretty long way

to come for that.

- [Radio Dispatcher, Indistinct]

- No one's here.

[Chuckles] Somebody told you

I was beating the sh*t out of somebody?

It's probably the boob tube.

It's pretty f***ing violent these days.

Well, we have to follow up

on everything.

- Have you ever seen this woman?

- Which one?

Foxy. No, I wish.

Think she was beating me up?

Nope.

Other way around, friend.

Can I please see some I.D.?

I lost my wallet three days ago.

- Ever been in a car accident, Mr...

- Macy.

- John, let's go.

- I had a little accident at work.

[Box]

Where do you work?

I got laid off.

I worked in Vegas.

So there's no way I can be sure

you are who you say you are.

Take my word as a U.S. Citizen.

You have any bills or mail

with your name on 'em?

Nope.

You're sh*t outta luck.

Okay, Mr. Macy. Let's go.

- What?

- Why?

- Yeah, why?

'Cause I said so.

Put your hands up against the wall.

[Ramsey]

Eye color's different.

Hair.

I can't get prints off these.

Get a dental impression.

We would have to get someone

from Barstow over here for that.

- Then do it.

- Yes, sir.

Phone call.

- Get somebody here tonight.

- [Cop] Yes, sir.

Uh, I'm going back

to the motel, John.

And, uh, wake me up

when the killing starts.

Andy, I know police work is boring and

tedious, but after all, it is the job.

Oh, this isn't police work,

John, it's a f***in' joke!

- I'm tryin' to follow a lead.

- We got a body fried in his car.

- We got clothes on this guy

we know are his.

- We think are his.

This guy fits every description

that we've ever heard of him.

If she's so f***in' innocent, John,

why does she keep running?

Judge is gonna wipe

our asses on this one, pal.

Andy, f*** off.

You f*** off!

Box, phone.

You have him.

Yes.

Am I safe?

- We ever met?

- You work tables in Vegas?

[Scoffs]

No.

Spent one or two

dollars there though.

- Caesars, I bet.

- Yeah, you got that.

Uh...

- listen, uh...

- Oh, yeah.

Whatever. You get paid

one way or the other, right?

True. True.

I'm suing all you cocksuckers...

when I get out of

this f***ing rat's nest!

Open this f***ing door!

You motherfuckers!

Open up!

You don't have sh*t on me!

- [Frank Screaming, Indistinct]

- Well, the dental records

sort of don't match.

Yeah?

Go tell John Q. Perfect.

Detective Box is out somewhere.

- [Screaming Continues]

- This guy has teeth missing.

Frank Dade doesn't.

Dade's left front tooth isn't chipped.

This guy's is.

What a surprise.

[Frank]

I'm entitled to a phone call!

The judge is gonna wipe our asses with

this flimsy evidence we got on this guy.

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