[You are Jane/Wife. You speak with restrain so as not to trigger the cook.]

Cook: You’re going straight home, you hear me? Here are the keys. 

(Silence.)

Cook: How did it go with your friend? 

Jane: I told her it wasn’t true. That I was fine.

Cook: And did she believe it?

Jane: She let it go.

[You are in the middle of dodging plates and glass cups getting thrown at you. But you're angrier than you are afraid.]

Jane: Stop it! 

(Plates breaking)

Cook: You are costing me my job! You are costing me our livelihood! How the hell am I supposed to feed you, huh?! Keep a roof over our heads?!

Jane: Stop! I’M BLEEDING! 

[You are at the hospital, exhausted and afraid of the consequences.]

Wife: Ms. Smith? 

Customer: Yes, Jane? How are you?

Wife: I’m at the hospital. 

Customer: Dear Lord… what happened?

Wife: George… he-- he threw our china at me. Look, please, don’t let George know about this. Don’t make it worse. 

Customer: Okay. Okay. You have my word. You will be safe. 

[You are Jane and you are pretending that everything is fine.]

Waitress: Say that again, Jane.

Jane: I promise. Nothing is wrong. 

Waitress: What about the bruises? You just told me yesterday that he hit you.

Jane: Please, Melissa, just trust me. Everything is fine. Okay? I might have been feeling a little… annoyed at George for making our living room a pigsty every time a baseball match is on. So I thought I could blame the bruises on him. I-- I hit the door on the way out. It’s all there is. I’m sorry I let you believe it.

Waitress: That does not make sense.

Jane: Just… I’m fine, okay? 

(Silence.)

Waitress: Are you really?

Jane: (taps Morse code for HELP ME)

Waitress: Okay. I got it. I will back off, okay?

Jane: (taps Morse code for HELP ME) Thank you.

[You are talking to your friend and you're very worried about your safety and angry that nothing helpful is happening.]

Jane: I’m scared, Melissa. He said he’s gonna hurt me and my family. Please… make it stop. 

Waitress: Okay, okay. Take a deep breath. 

Jane: The CWPP is useless! They won’t help me until I actually forward enough evidence. He’s coming back later and god knows what he might do. You have to help me.

[You are talking to your friend and you're taking extra care moving forward]

Waitress: Jane, I’m coming over to you. I’ll come get the phone and-- and my witness testament, I’ll ask Rick to help me build this case for you, okay? He must have had misconducts throughout the years. 

Jane: What about George? He’s ending his shift soon. 

Waitress: Don’t worry about him. We have time. He’s having a long talk with HR. Trust me. 

Jane: Journals-- I have journals at home. They’re just under the carpet. Thank you, Mel, thank you. Thank you.