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In honor of International Women’s Day, what’s the greatest female rage performance in film history?

The heat was unbearable as Marcus, a Black mail carrier, approached the house on Maple Avenue. He carried a delayed package, knowing the customer might be upset. When Jamal, the recipient, opened the door, frustration was written all over his face. "Where’s my package from yesterday?" Jamal snapped. Marcus held it up. "Right here. Sorry for the delay" "Sorry? That delay cost me big time!" Jamal interrupted, stepping closer. His anger boiled over as he shoved Marcus, causing the package to fall. "Hey! What’s your problem?" Marcus shouted, stepping back. "I’m just doing my job. You think I wanted the delay?" Jamal froze, guilt flickering in his eyes. He picked up the package and muttered, "I... I’m sorry. I just lost it." Marcus adjusted his shirt and sighed. "We’ve all got struggles, man. Let’s not take it out on each other." As Marcus walked away, he wondered: *Why do we hurt those who are just trying to help?