Summary
In the courtroom drama of *Call the Witness*, a beleaguered couple stands before a stern judge, each armed with a self‑crafted narrative that paints the other as the villain of their marital collapse. The wife, a stoic figure toiling over a battered washtub, recounts evenings haunted by her husband’s drunken returns, his slurred accusations, and the bruises that mar her skin like unwanted punctuation. She describes a domestic battlefield where the clatter of broken dishes becomes a metronome for abuse, and where the very walls seem to close in, echoing her isolation. The husband, in stark contrast, offers a counter‑story of exhaustion: a weary laborer who arrives home to find the kitchen a wasteland of unwashed plates, a pantry emptied, and phantom figures—men imagined beneath tables and lurking in closets—symbolizing his paranoia and sense of betrayal. Their testimonies clash like opposing brushstrokes on a canvas, each insisting on the truth of their suffering. The tide turns when the landlady is summoned, stepping onto the stand with the gravitas of an unwitting oracle. She dispels the fog of mutual accusation, revealing that the couple’s quarrels stem from a series of misunderstandings and a shared neglect of communication. Her testimony, blunt and compassionate, forces the protagonists to confront the absurdity of their self‑inflicted drama, culminating in an unexpected reconciliation that restores a fragile equilibrium to their fractured union.
Synopsis
A couple is seeking a divorce. In court, the wife tells her story of how the husband comes home intoxicated and while she is working over the washtub, treats her brutally. The husband then tells his side, which is exactly opposite, how he came home tired, found nothing to eat, piles of dirty dishes, etc., and men hidden under tables and in closets. The matter is finally settled, when the landlady is called to the stand and tells the truth about the matter, which ends in a reconciliation.
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