I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine

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What's a pretty little thing like you

doing out here all alone?

No, no, no.

Come here.

Angie.

I'm sorry, what?

Group therapy.

Have you thought any more about it?

I really think that it would help you

to spend some time around people

who share your experience.

No. No. no!

My experience?

Dreams again?

Do we have to do this today?

Yes.

Okay,

Prance, showhorse.

Sweetie!

Hey, Angie.

Hey, Angie, wait up.

Please don't call me that.

Come on, what is it?

I mean, do I smell?

I have bad breath?

I just don't like

to be called Angie.

One minute.

What happened to you?

I'm just trying

to be friends here.

- Why?

- What's wrong with being friendly?

- Jesus.

- Go make friends with Gloria.

- Or Saperstein.

- You're really tough.

Look, not everybody's trying

to get into your pants.

No, not everyone. But you are.

Nice tits.

Great ass, too.

Damn, girl.

Where you running to

all fast like that, huh, girl?

Looking good.

Take you to the back of Dingo's car.

Ain't that right, Dingo?

Yeah.

Whoa, where you going?

Name's Chief, baby.

What's your name?

Damn!

Oh, you ain't got...

you ain't got no name.

Okay. That's cool, too, baby.

If you're having dreams

when you're awake,

that means you're crazy,

doesn't it?

Not necessarily.

Are you having dreams

while you're awake?

More like fantasies.

What do you fantasize about?

Justice.

What about it?

You don't feel that

you've received justice?

Justice isn't something

you receive.

It's something you dish out.

Is that from a fortune cookie?

Out there,

it's all predators and prey.

You're either one or the other.

What about friends?

Everybody's after something.

Protection.

Companionship. Whatever.

But you're either getting or giving

no matter what you call it.

That may be a bit narrow.

You don't believe in altruism?

You mean the do-gooders?

Can't stand the do-gooders.

They're the ones who think

they really aren't after anything.

They just want to be friends.

Like that's some magical gift

to the universe

with no strings attached.

Pretty bleak world view.

There's always strings attached.

- Need a lift?

- No.

Come on, Angie...

Angela. Angela.

You know,

if you ask really nicely,

I'm sure Saperstein will give you

a handy in the supply closet.

Look, not every guy

is an a**hole.

But you'll never know that if you

don't give somebody a chance.

They say that rape

is about power, not sex,

but that's kind of bullshit.

Of course it's about sex.

It's very specifically

about sex.

To hurt you as deeply

as possible.

Complete devastation.

Like when soldiers

don't just defeat their enemy,

they burn their villages

and foul their water supply, you know?

Don't just kill the natives,

kill the buffalo.

Kill what's sacred to them

so the body is just a shell

to be crushed

beneath your boot.

Thank you so much for sharing

with us this night, Mallory.

Your views are always...

illuminating.

I do want to take a moment

to welcome a new member

to the group tonight.

Everyone, this is Angela.

Hi, Angela.

Now, Angela,

as this is a sacred space

where it is safe to share, I do invite

you to share with us tonight.

I'd rather not.

That's okay.

There's no pressure here.

Everybody participates

at their own pace.

Now might be a good time

to take a quick potty break

and let you caffeine drinkers

get your fix of free coffee.

Are you all right, dear?

Hi.

I'm Oscar Kosca.

Spelled with a SCA

but pronounced like a Z.

Nobody gets it right.

Angela Jitrenka.

Ah, it's Czech, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, Jitrenka.

It means morning star.

Like Lucifer.

I'm sorry'!

Lucifer was also called

Morning Star.

Venus is actually

the morning star

since it precedes the sun

in the sky,

but the Romans

called it Lux Ferre.

Lucifer.

I thought he was the devil.

And God's most beautiful angel

before the fall.

One of the avenging

angels, actually.

You know a lot about this.

Well, my daughter,

she knew all the angels.

She knew their names.

She knew which one was for what.

You know, all that stuff.

Her room was just covered

with angels.

Just wings and...

and I'm sorry. Excuse me.

She's dead.

His daughter, I mean.

The guy who raped her

got off on some technicality.

She killed herself.

Cops and lawyers, right?

He's way f***ed up.

I need a smoke. Want one?

First time?

No, but it's been a while.

First group.

Yeah.

Don't worry. I won't ask.

I'm sure I'll hear all about it

in one of our little weep sessions.

How do you stand it?

Ha, it's better than

slitting my wrists.

I think.

Look, it's not...

I mean, I keep coming back,

you know?

It must be doing something.

But some days...

some days

I'd rather not think about it.

You know?

Of course, if I could do that,

I wouldn't be here

in the first place.

Maybe I'll see you around.

You're not going back in?

I've had enough victims

for one night.

See you next time, maybe.

What's up, baby girl?

I waited for you all night.

What's the matter, sweetie?

Got something special for you.

Something special?

I hope you've got a tennis bracelet

down your pants,

'cause there sure ain't nothing

special about your cock.

It is a cock, right?

It's not just like

a little puffy p*ssy?

Back off, b*tch.

Oh, is that the best you got?

You're never gonna get laid

with game like that, Chief.

Get a job and a nice car,

not that piece of sh*t

I see you driving around in.

If you want p*ssy,

you're gonna have to pay for it

'cause I really can't see anybody

f***ing you for free.

Dykes.

It's a sad thing

when a straight woman

would rather eat p*ssy

than f*** your sorry ass.

Ooh! Sh*t!

What the f*** was that, man?

Don't mind them.

Their c*cks make them stupid.

It's true.

I saw it in a documentary.

It sucks all the blood

from their brains.

The bigger their d*cks,

the dumber they get.

He must be hung like a horse.

Come on,

you're buying me a drink.

- I live right there.

- Where?

- On 14th.

- I'm on Elm.

No kidding?

We should scissor each other.

Shut up.

So Chiefs dad

owns some, like, electronics

franchise or something.

He's hardly an urban gangster.

Well, if it's an act,

it scared me.

I mean, do they have

mothers, sisters?

How do they learn to speak

to women like that?

You know what? I don't give a sh*t

how women are spoken to

or objectified by rap music lyrics

or whatever.

I mean,

people got raped in palaces

where everybody spoke poetry.

I'd rather he talked to me

like that than pretend.

At least it's honest.

I mean, like, talking nice,

it is just, like,

dressed-up bullshit.

Yeah.

- Like the do-gooders.

- Huh?

Oh, nothing.

There's this guy at my work

who just wants to be friends.

Oh, yeah, he wants you to say hello

to his little friend.

- His very little friend, most likely.

- Yes.

No chance

he's one of the good ones?

There are good ones?

Yeah, sure. And unicorns, too.

Haven't you heard?

I'll tell you what.

He does put a hand on you,

you really ought to shank the bastard.

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