Break Up

Synopsis: Jimmy is married to the abusive Frank, but she's building a nest egg so she can leave. For a year, she's been deaf as a result of one of his beatings. One night, he pushes her over the stairwell, and she ends up in the hospital. When a charred body in her husband's car is pulled from a pond, the cops want to talk to her, but she bolts for her sister's, loses her savings pass-book, and then learns someone has emptied her bank account. She's goes on the run, with the same cops on her trail, and eventually realizes Frank may not be dead. Getting back her money, facing Frank, satisfying the police, and finding her freedom may be more than she can handle.
Genre: Thriller
Director(s): Paul Marcus
Production: Miramax
100 min

[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'?



- Hey, Jim. Hi.

- Hi.

Seventy-eight dollars?

Getting a healthy little balance

there, young lady.

Thanks. See ya.


- Hi, sis.

- Hi.

The shirt is for you.


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.


Look how sexy you were.

I got laid for the first time

that night.


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.


- [Siren Wailing]

- [Rock]

[Phone Ringing]


Oh, hey, Jimmy.

Oh, uh, Frankie left.

- When?

- About 15 minutes ago.

- Oh, great.

- Hey, are you talking about Frank Dade?


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.


I will be back home on...


That was his wife, goofball.

Oh, my God.

You're kidding!

You think she'll give it to him?


[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.




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?


Is that good?

- Thanks.

- Sure.


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.



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.



Well, which is it?



- [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?


Tell me you're lying.


- 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!


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?


[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.


Tell me this isn't a domestic.

They're not sure.

Triage thinks maybe.


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.

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