Break Up Page #2

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

you're gonna be looking at?

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

lost someone close to you?

- 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.

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]

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