[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'?
Nothin'
[Growls]
- Hey, Jim. Hi.
- Hi.
Seventy-eight dollars?
Getting a healthy little balance
there, young lady.
Thanks. See ya.
[Knock]
- Hi, sis.
- Hi.
The shirt is for you.
[Sighs]
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.
[Chuckles]
Look how sexy you were.
I got laid for the first time
that night.
[Jimmy]
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.
Okay.
- [Siren Wailing]
- [Rock]
[Phone Ringing]
Hey.
Oh, hey, Jimmy.
Oh, uh, Frankie left.
- When?
- About 15 minutes ago.
- Oh, great.
- Hey, are you talking about Frank Dade?
Yeah.
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.
And...
I will be back home on...
Saturday.
That was his wife, goofball.
Oh, my God.
You're kidding!
You think she'll give it to him?
[Scoffs]
[Car Door Shuts]
- Your husband home?
- I don't know.
He banged my car again.
- I'll tell him.
- He's an asshole, 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.
Honey?
Honey?
Oh!
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?
Hey.
Is that good?
- Thanks.
- Sure.
[Gasps]
You're fucking around on me,
aren't you?
- Frankie, you're crazy.
- You cunt!
Where you been?
I was at Shelly's.
You called.
God...
Fuck!
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 fuck with me.
[Screaming]
Yes!
Well, which is it?
God...
Fuck!
- [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?
[Grunts]
Tell me you're lying.
[Panting]
- I love you.
- I can't hear you!
You are such a fuckin' liar.
No! No! No! No!
- No! No!
- Come here!
- No! No!
- Come here!
[Grunting]
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?
F...
[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.
[Chatter]
Tell me this isn't a domestic.
They're not sure.
Triage thinks maybe.
[Man]
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.
I know what you said.
So, why don't you tell us
what happened here.
I fell.
Where?
In my house.
And where's that?
He knows.
- Excuse me.
- She says she knows who you are.
Yeah, l... I heard her.
Um,
You know you were picked up
some 18 blocks from your house.
Nothing. I fell,
and I don't remember much after that.
You're saying this was an accident.
Yes.
I hope you feel better.
Thank you for coming.
Why don't you take my card?
- Do you believe her?
- No.
But this is America,
and, uh, you can lie
all you want here.
[Footsteps Approaching]
[Groaning]
[Gasps]
We got to go.
[Helicopter Blades Whirring]
Oh, fuck.
Jesus, you know you...
You can't...
Oh.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Come on.
I'm gonna call an ambulance.
No, don't.
He'll find me.
- Who?
- Frank.
What?
And he won't find you here?
What in the fuck
am I supposed to do then?
Oh. You've got to help me.
I'm here.
I'm right here.
I'm just gonna get you a blanket.
Oh, God.
You're shivering.
I've got to warm you up.
[Crying]
- [Tapping Phone Keys]
- [Sobs]
[Line Ringing]
[Beep]
[TV, Indistinct]
What were you doing?
I called the hospital.
I just wanted to find out what to do.
Give me the passbook.
Give me the passbook.
I have some money.
I'm going to go get the money tomorrow.
I'm gonna go get Mom.
I'm gonna leave.
Okay.
[Ramsey]
No. No, no, no. No fucking way.
I want you home at 7:00.
- That's your daughter?
- My wife.
You did a domestic at her house,
uh, last November.
Yeah?
God, no recollection.
Look back on your notes.
- My notes, right.
- [Rings Doorbell]
[Doorbell Rings]
[Muffled]
She's in there.
Los Angeles Police.
We need to talk with you.
It's early.
It's 10:00 A.M.
Can we come in, please?
No.
Mrs. Dade, we need to speak with you,
whether it's inside or outside.
And it's... it's wet outside.
I lost my passbook.
Shit.
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 fucking 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, shit!
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 fucking handcuffs.
[Elevator Bell Dings]
Don't run.
[Man]
Hey.
[Jimmy]
Hey! Hey!
It's me.
Jesus, Jimmy.
You scared the shit out of me.
Listen, I lost my passbook,
and I need to get my money.
Oh, that's no problem.
Just come in tomorrow.
We'll take care of it.
I can't.
L... I gotta leave tonight.
Well, honey, I'm all closed out.
I can't go back in there.
L-I really need it.
Okay. Wait here.
This is your balance.
It was withdrawn this morning.
- Obviously, l-I would have not
if they'd come to my window.
- There was $15,000.
I know.
You didn't call the cops
just now, did you?
No. Should I?
Shelly?
- Shelly?
- [Ballad]
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadow
- You'll come apart
and you'll go black
- [Breathing Heavily]
Some kind of night
into your darkness
Close your eyes
with what's not there
Fade into you
Strange you never move
[Sobbing]
- Fade into you
- You could have had him.
[Sobbing]
[Chimes Rattling]
[Bottles Rattling]
[Frank's Voice]
Where ya been?
- You bitch!
- [Jimmy Gasping]
I just want to know
if you're lying to me, that's all.
- No!
- Don't fuck with me!
I love you.
Just... be... still.
This is Detective John Box.
Yeah, hi. I'm-I'm supposed to tell you
that Jimmy found her passbook.
- Jimmy Dade.
- Jimmy Dade found her passbook at home.
- Are you with Mrs. Dade?
- Are you Mrs. Dade?
Tell him I found my passbook at home
and I never go anywhere without it.
Okay, she says she never goes anywhere...
Tell her she needs to come in
and speak with us.
- He says you got to come...
- She didn't do anything wrong.
I promise I will help her.
He says that...
Are you in trouble?
Just tell him I found my passbook.
It was at home.
It was my savings account...
for my savings account.
My passbook was at home.
I didn't have it at home.
I had it at my sister's house.
- And it... it got moved somehow.
- This is not cool.
- Tell her not to run.
- What?
- What the hell is this?
- Tell him what I said.
- Just cool out.
Everybody's talking at the same time.
- Hello?
Just, just, I just need you
to tell him why I was saying it.
- [Police Siren Wails]
- I just need you to tell him
what I wanted you to tell him.
Hello? Mr...
Hello?
I'm out of here.
- Hello!
- You, you traced this, you jerk.
[Police Radio]
Unit 48, copy.
[Chatter, Laughter]
Mama?
- Mama.
- Oh.
Jimmy.
I thought I might come and stay
for a little while, Mama.
You need to deposit
your Social Security check, Ma,
so you can have some money.
I'm putting it here.
There.
Where did you get this?
Oh, I, uh, l-I told him that
if he did God's bidding that...
uh, he could take the car.
Who? Who, Mama?
You know, uh, he always had
that thing where...
he could make you... you think
that you've got more than you do.
Who are you talking about?
Your husband, honey.
He made me eggs
the way I like 'em.
Wh... When was he here, Mama?
Uh... yesterday?
- You're imagining things.
- Oh, no. He wanted the car.
Let's... Let's get your coat on, Mama.
Let's go.
Please, Mama,
we've got to find someplace where...
where Frankie can't find us, okay?
God will protect me.
No, He won't.
Mama, he tried to kill me.
Well,
that's none of my business.
[Shudders]
[Shouting, Screaming]
- [Gasps]
- I hear someone.
You know, he, uh,
he went to God's country.
Do you remember when I used to say
that we'd all be safe there?
It's just a loan.
I'll pay you back when I can.
I love you, Mama.
I love you too, honey.
She kept beating on her
way more than she needed to.
Do you think she was
strong enough to do that?
If she's angry enough, yeah.
Why do you think
she'd kill her sister?
L-I don't know.
Competition? Who knows?
The woman next door
said she had a boyfriend.
- Why don't you go talk to her?
- Why?
So that maybe we could find out
what happened here.
Our girl dinged this one.
[Police Radio, Indistinct]
[Camera Shutters Clicking]
[Engine Starts]
Bo.
[Whistles]
The name of the sister's
boyfriend?
Hit me.
Frank.
What a coincidence.
What do you think the odds are
that everybody found out...
who everybody else was poking
that night, huh, the night he died?
- Maybe.
- You still don't think she did it?
I think maybe.
[TV, Indistinct]
[Heart Beating]
[Heartbeat Accelerates]
I was scared.
I was... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I was scared.
[Woman Screams]
Do you have...
Do you have a car?
[Crying Hysterically]
Hey.
- Can you help her?
- What happened?
Your dime.
Is Frank there?
Who is this?
Are you foolin' around on me?
Yep.
[Clicks Tongue, Inhales Deeply]
You've been bad, haven't you?
Hmm.
I think you have.
Is this a whirlwind romance,
or am I crazy?
You're crazy.
You didn't give me an answer.
About what?
You with me, or are you not with me?
[Laughs]
Well, you bet, sugar.
God.
Look at you.
- Go figure.
- Stop.
Honey, honey, look at me.
I'm with you...
now and forever.
Okay?
Oh, sir, my fire
is burning high
If we should stop, sir
I would die
[Moans]
Goose chase.
Yeah, I got it.
Okay. Thanks.
They found the mother's car
outside of Baker.
You ready to go?
We got a four-hour drive.
[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]
[Chattering, Indistinct]
[Country]
You got any favorites?
Excuse me, uh, princess.
You get in an accident
or somethin'?
Hello?
[Laughs Nervously]
- I'm sorry, what?
- You get in an accident or somethin'?
- Uh-huh.
- Whoa.
Uh, they call Irv's burgers,
uh, dog patties.
Not for nothin', you know.
- I think I need another.
- Uh... let me buy it.
No. Thanks, though.
Hey, come on. It's just a hamburger.
There's no strings.
- Okay.
- Irv, um, two double beefs.
With cheese?
Cheese.
A-And a Mickey's, please.
Yeah. The beer goes
with the burger.
No. Th-The burger's enough.
So, uh... George.
[Chuckles Nervously]
And yours?
Wait, let me guess.
Um...
I bet it's Jennifer.
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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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.
- Shit.
[Door Rattling]
[Sirens Wailing]
[Wailing Grows Louder]
[Tires Squealing]
[Tires Squealing]
There's someone here.
What the fuck 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 shit out of somebody?
It's probably the boob tube.
It's pretty fucking 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' innocent, John,
why does she keep running?
Judge is gonna wipe
our asses on this one, pal.
Andy, fuck off.
You fuck 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 fucking rat's nest!
Open this fucking door!
You motherfuckers!
Open up!
You don't have shit 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.
- You know that, don't ya?
- Yeah!
- [Frank Screaming, Indistinct]
- I could never go through
what you guys go through.
Too much bullshit
on top of bullshit.
[Sighs]
Spring him.
- Sorry?
- Let him go.
- [Frank] Come on. Let me outta here.
- You sure?
You didn't hear what I said?
Let 'im go!
[Frank] I'll calm down, okay?
I'm sorry. Just open the fuckin' door!
- [Chuckles] You're a funny guy.
- I can sing, though.
Well, what would Elvis be doing now
if he were alive?
I don't know.
He'd be clawing the shit
out of the inside of his casket.
- That's okay. You're a funny guy.
- I sing a little.
Body in the car isn't Dade.
- [Officer #1] Clear!
- [Officer #2] The house is clear.
- [Officer #3] Clear.
- [Radio Dispatcher, Indistinct]
[Phone Ringing]
- [Ringing Continues]
- Detective John Box.
- It's me.
- Mrs. Dade?
What is Jimmy short for, Mrs. Dade?
James.
Why do you always call me
Mrs. Dade?
I was trying to be polite.
My parents wanted a boy.
Um...
l...
I'm just calling to say "thank you."
Yes, there is.
No, there isn't.
Why not?
What's wrong?
Tell me!
Th-Then I'm dead.
Come in.
I can help you.
I'm not a fucking idiot!
Hello?
[Woman On P.A.] Attention all units.
Any sightings of suspect Frank Dade?
[Man #1 On P.A.]
This is, uh, 213.
- That's a negative at the county line...
- That's a 10-4, 213.
[Man #2] Dispatch, this is 315.
No sighting in the downtown area.
[Urinating]
[Sighs]
You're the last person I ever heard,
you know that?
You said,
"We got an important call,
so go back in and make nice."
That's what you said.
And I went back in.
[Whispering]
He hit me so hard...
that l... I didn't...
I couldn't sit up
for three days.
So you think I'm the biggest asshole
on the face of the earth.
Stand in line.
I took this from your house.
It wasn't Frank's money.
- Grace.
- [Gasps]
[Knocking]
[Neighbor's Voice]
He's an asshole, your husband.
It makes no difference to me.
I can call the cops instead.
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Frank]
How do you know she's there?
[Grace]
It was on the envelope.
[Radio]
I'm gonna get something to drink.
You wanna go?
- Uh, um... D-Do you have a phone?
- Yeah.
Could I use it?
It's just a local call.
Pay phone's in the back.
- [Woman] 9-1-1 operator.
Do you have an emergency?
- Yeah. Yeah. Um...
- I need the police.
- Please hold.
- [Woman #2] Baker P.D.
- Yeah, um... l-I'm with Frank Dade.
- [Frank] Grace.
- State your location, please.
Time to go.
Hello?
Hello?
You don't want me here.
You can go now.
[Whispers]
What?
You can go now.
You don't get it, do you?
I'm goin' back to my wife.
Get out of the car.
Get... out!
[Car Engine Starting]
[Whimpering, Crying]
- [Thudding]
- [Tires Squealing]
[Clicks]
[Clicks]
[Whimpering]
- [Gasps]
- [Whines]
[Crying]
[Sobbing]
You jerk.
[Whining Continues]
What is it?
[Barks]
[Woman, Indistinct]
[Woman Continues,
Foreign Language]
[Door Closes]
[Gasps]
You set me up.
No. No.
Is that what you think
you need the gun for?
No, l...
I don't... I don't need it.
[Whispers] God, I forget
how much I miss you till I see you.
Did you miss me?
[Whimpering]
Yes.
Did I do this to you?
I swear I thought I'd...
I thought you were dead.
I never would have
left you otherwise.
You know that, right?
You...
put the neighbor in your car.
You killed him
and put him in your car.
What was I supposed to do?
Can we go?
Really?
Yes.
I'm sorry, Jim.
I'm so sorry.
Me too.
- [Gunshot]
- [Groans]
You shot me.
[Screaming, Moaning]
[Labored Breathing]
There's your gun back.
[Chamber Clicks]
This is your mess.
You deal with it.
Where are we going?
Let's go. Come on.
[Sighs]
[Whimpering]
- [Car Door Closes]
- [Sniffs]
What are you gonna do?
Well, what do you think I'm gonna do?
[Scoffs]
Here you go.
Take it.
It's your money.
Your husband...
was a very bad egg.
Huh?
He killed your neighbor,
he killed your sister...
and...
I thought he was gonna kill me,
so I shot him.
You understand?
- Yes.
- Good.
Bus stop, over there.
[Engine Starts]
You want me to stay with you
while you wait?
No.
Okay.
I'm very sorry about everything
that happened to you.
Okay.
Okay.
[Sighs]
Take care.
[Car Door Closes,
Engine Starts]