Just Like a Woman Page #2

Call an ambulance,

now!

Ma!

Hello?

Yes, I need

an ambulance.

Yes, uh...

(panting)

It's my

mother-in-law.

(ambulance door closes)

Sh*t.

Oh.

(panting)

(sobbing)

(rattling)

(man) Where are you going, missus?

Uh...

Bus station?

Which one?

Uh...

I don't know.

North, south?

Um... the closer one?

All right.

(cell phone ringing)

Peter?

Hey, Marilyn, how you doing? I'm Okay.

Good, listen, I've got a gig

for you, it's tonight.

You do? Yeah, it's in

Belleville, Illinois.

The name is...

it's the Casbah Restaurant.

Wait, let me

get a pen.

Belleville?

The Casbah, C-a-s-b-a-h.

It's on Lebanon Avenue,

155 North.

All right, good luck.

Love you, goodbye.

Good, you guys.

Marilyn!

Marilyn!

Marilyn.

(Marilyn)

Mona?

What are

you doing here?

Are you by yourself?

No, I'm...

What's

the matter?

Why are you crying.

Shh...

(sobbing)

What?

Huh?

I left...

I left.

Me too.

Good for you.

Where you headed?

I don't even know

where we are right now.

And you?

Santa Fe.

There's a dance company,

they're having auditions and...

I had to do something.

(sobbing)

Mona?

Will you

come with me?

Okay.

Hey, I need to dial this

Moroccan restaurant

in Belleville.

Will you

dial it for me?

It's under Tarek.

What's that...

Tarek?

T-a-r-e-k, Tarek.

Here, it's ringing.

Yes, can I

speak to Tarek?

Tarek, this is Marilyn,

I'm a friend of Peter.

Yeah, he told me you're looking

for a dancer for tonight?

You need two?

Yeah, there's

two of us.

Dinner and a room plus

a hundred each... great.

All right, we'll

be there.

Thank you.

Can you

find Belleville?

Sure.

It's somewhere

out there.

Will you

do it with me?

Marilyn...

I don't dance

in restaurants.

You think I do?

First time for

everything, right?

I get it, but... I need

the money.

I'm guessing

you do too.

Think about it... you'd be

doing me a favor.

This f***ing car

is a gas guzzler.

Think about it?

Sure.

Did you find

Belleville?

(dishes clanking)

(man)

Okay, listen.

You dance

with the customer.

You have good time

in the club of mine.

Okay... Come on, come on.

(applause)

(man shouting)

(music begins)

(clapping in unison)

(whistling)

$120 in tips

plus $100 each?

To think I spent seven years

doing a f***ed up job

when I could've

been dancing every night?

(knocking)

Hey.

Hey.

You guys did

fantastic job.

But there's one thing that

my customer doesn't like

blonde woman to dance,

so black wig... cool?

Dye it black?

Sure.

Okay.

What's up?

Here's a hundred

for you.

Go have some drink and leave me

with your friend here.

She's not interested.

How about you?

Listen to me, Mister.

We had a deal,

we kept our end of it.

Leave us alone or I'm

calling the cops.

What the f*** you

think you're talking about.

Do you think I'd be

afraid of cop?

This is my

f***ing house.

Easy, or I f*** you up!

(door slams)

Marilyn, Marilyn,

don't call the cops.

We need to

get out of here.

Get your stuff.

(cell phone ringing)

(birds chirping)

(grunting)

My mother never prepared

her medication herself.

Who did then?

My wife.

Did she prepare

it that evening?

I guess, yes.

Like every evening.

(man) The autopsy

reports were conclusive.

Your mother died of

an overdose of digoxin...

her heart medication?

Did your mother have any

reason to increase her dosage?

Where is your

wife, Mr. Suni?

I don't know,

she's gone.

When?

Just after my

mother died.

Did she tell you

where she was going?

No.

Do you have any reason

to believe

that she increased

the dosage on purpose?

No, no-no, she's

not a killer, no.

Did she have anything

against your mother?

There was a lot

of tense between them.

We... we couldn't

have children.

Did your mother

beat her?

What?

Did your mother

beat her?

What kind of question

is this?

What do you mean?

I don't understand

your question.

It's a question.

Do your mother

beat your wife?

Relax.

Yes or no, did your mother

beat your wife?

You beat your wife?

Do you beat

your wife?

(woman) Can you please excuse us?

I'd like to

see you outside.

Hey, what

time is it?

Why are you pushing

him so hard?

What? Why are you pushing him so hard?

It's gonna seem

prejudicial in court.

Well, it's our word

against his.

It doesn't help us.

I don't like him.

Mr. Suni?

Do you have any clue of

your wife's whereabouts?

Could she be with

her family?

She has nobody here,

I'm worried.

She never been

out of Chicago before.

Not even out of her

neighborhood.

Five years, she's never

been out of the neighborhood?

Is that normal?

Um...

C'est la vie.

Are you finished

with me?

Yeah.

We'll be in touch.

(percussive music playing)

(music stops)

(sighing)

I should have started

ten years ago.

Samia Gamal, she

danced until she was 55.

Really?

Um-hm.

And did you know that she was

married to a Texan billionaire?

When?

In the '50s,

in Egypt.

Their marriage

didn't last long.

They divorced.

(chuckling)

I don't know if

I'm gonna get in.

You will.

Your choreography should be

special and different.

(cell phone ringing)

(shouting)

Marilyn!

(gasping)

(coughing)

You can't swim?

No.

Why'd you do it?

I don't know.

You gonna file for

a divorce?

I don't know.

Mourad never stand up

for me in front of his mother.

I see my Mother-in-law,

three maybe four times a year?

I can't believe

you actually live with her.

He was so

kind to me.

He never hurt me.

I would've killed

myself without him.

Were you in love with him

when you married him?

I didn't

know him then.

God.

What difference

does it make?

I was crazy about Harvey,

look where it got me.

He was

cheating on me.

Are you gonna

divorce him?

I don't know.

I don't know how

to forgive him.

(cell phone ringing)

We got another gig

for tonight.

Let's do it.

Let's do it.

Oh! (man) Ladies, on stage!

(man)

At this time, in this place

I want y'all to give

it up for two...

belly dancers.

For the one and only

Miss Mona and Miss Marilyn!

(cheering)

(music plays)

(cheering)

(man shouting)

Come on, girl!

All right, girl.

Let me

help you out here.

All right.

(cheering and applause)

(man)

Yeah, go, girl!

(cheering)

Give it up for

Mona and Marilyn!

Give it up, Mona

and Marilyn!

(cheering and whistling)

(man)

All right.

(humming)

Well, little darling.

Hey.

That's quite a dance

y'all got going on.

You do any, uh,

private dancing?

Just thought I'd ask,

you know.

What is with

this newspaper?

What the f*** is

wrong with you?

Well, you see I like to look

at them guys eyes.

The all got...

different eyes.

You're f***ed up.

We're all different.

(crowd chanting "more")

Mona.

(man)

Okay, ladies, back on!

On stage!

Come, come, let's go.

I didn't

want to kill her.

It was an accident, I mean,

the pills got mixed up.

How am I supposed

to know it was dangerous.

And you weren't planning

on telling me?

I was.

When?

When, Mona?

After we get arrested?

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