Sonny: What's the matter? Huh? What's the matter?
Connie: It was my fault!
Sonny: Where is he?
Connie: Sonny, please. It was my fault. Sonny, it was my fault. I hit him. I started a fight with him. Please, Sonny I hit him so he hit me...
Sonny: Shh... Okay... I'm just going to get a doctor to look at you.
Connie: Sonny, please don't do anything. Please don't do anything.
Sonny: What's the matter with you, huh? What am I going to do? Am I going to make that baby an orphan before he's born? All right?

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Sonny stops by Connie's to pick her up. She doesn't want him to see her face. When he sees the bruises he bites his knuckles.

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