Break Up Page #2
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- Year:
- 1998
- 100 min
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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?
- 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.
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]
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