I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #2

I mean, it's an office, right?

Grab one of those letter openers,

jab it in his inner thigh,

watch him bleed out.

That's graphic.

I'm sorry. I just say whatever.

I don't give a sh*t.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay.

All that political correctness

is pretty irritating anyway.

Mm-hmm.

That group lady Lynne

is really hard to take.

She's a f***ing idiot.

Everything with her

is healing and forgiveness.

I can't take that

turquoise Sedona bullshit.

You know, you want

to give these women hope?

Give them vengeance.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not sure

that fixes anything either.

It fixes them.

All these women

in abusive relationships,

they should be learning

how to poison soup.

Yes, but do you have

any extreme views?

Look, I'm no angel.

I've done some weird sh*t

in the bedroom.

But that was consenting,

you know?

When my ex

came at me with his...

that was it.

I'm done.

I'm not kidding.

I'm not gonna be handled again.

Not by anybody.

I mean, you trust someone,

you let them in,

they f*** you up.

F*** that, you know?

And the cops won't help you.

Nobody will help you.

You have to do it yourself.

You have to walk out

and never look back.

And if that doesn't work,

you take a paring knife

and you fillet it like a fish.

You pull the guts out

and you cut the f***ing head off.

How you doing?

- I'm so grateful for this group.

- Thank you, Kensly.

Want to get a beer after?

- Cassie.

- Sure.

Are you ready to share?

My parents got divorced

when I was seven.

My morn, she took it

really hard.

And, you know, really.

Well, it was a big deal

when she met Ron.

You know, 'cause she'd been

so unhappy for so long

and now she was happy again

and everybody was, like, relieved.

And Ron was like this

big hero to everyone,

which I always thought was pretty shitty

when you think about it, you know?

So at first...

at first I didn't say anything,

like, when he started.

And, you know,

the weirdest thing about it

is that I still sometimes

think about it.

Like all twisted around

and stuff.

Like I deserved it

or something.

And because of that,

because I didn't say

something right away,

like that meant that I liked

it or something.

I don't know.

It's dumb or whatever.

But that's just the way

I used to think about it.

- Are you kidding me?

- The guy still lives there.

How is that even possible?

Well, the stepdad Ron,

he denied it.

And the mom

never really believed

that anything happened

in the first place, so...

So she just has to live

with a guy who rapes her?

Mmm-hmm. And she's terrified...

terrified that her mom's

gonna find out about group.

She thinks she's smoking pot

with the neighbor.

How f***ed up is that?

A teenager sneaking out

of the house for rape counseling.

Shitty rape counseling.

It's just what I'm always saying,

you know?

Give a woman a fish and she makes

dinner for her piece-of-sh*t husband.

Teach the woman to kill

the piece-of-sh*t husband,

and she never has to make

dinner again.

A message of hope.

It's beautiful, really.

It's like an epidemic

of browbeaten women

too afraid to stand up

against abusive men.

I mean,

that's family values for you.

Wives and daughters

trapped in little boxes

stacked side by side

in neat little rows

with monsters in there

torturing them year after year.

That's the institution

of marriage

that everybody

is so desperate to protect

where women are slaves

to pedophiles and wife-heaters.

That's the way

some of them want it.

They get off on it.

Can only come if they're

getting the sh*t beat out of them.

That's the way mine is.

Yeah, we're gonna need

some shots.

- He's drunk.

- Come on.

Oh, my God.

He's so drunk.

Man moves fast.

He's like the fastest drunk

in the world.

- What are you doing?

- He's got his... I don't know.

That how she likes it?

You old f***.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Check it out.

Adult circumcision.

If you need a pole that long.

Eh, this is more like it.

This sh*t is just laying out.

Not locked up or anything,

no background checks to buy one,

and you can do some serious

damage with some of this.

See, I'm an old-fashioned girl

with simpler tastes.

Okay, okay, Madame Thor.

Simplicity.

Bare-knuckle simplicity.

- Ow! Ow!

- Oops.

Hey!

- A friend?

- Isn't that what you wanted?

It's not about what I want.

Oh, can we skip

the Freudian double-talk, please?

No, I call bullshit.

You make a friend and you say

it's 'cause I wanted it?

What do you want?

Nobody out there is gonna

ask you that question

'cause they don't give a sh*t.

Do you?

- Do I what?

- Give a sh*t.

You're a pain in the ass.

I believe that's Carl Jung

you're quoting, isn't it?

Do you trust her?

Do you feel like you

can trust a new person?

What about strings? You said

everybody has strings attached.

You still believe that?

Absolutely.

Bye. Have a good day, Ron.

Bye, honey.

- Cassie, you're not gonna say bye?

- Got a hug for Daddy?

Why are we here?

Bye.

I was curious.

Why?

Some people deserve

a dirty trick.

Like a real dirty trick.

And some people

aren't strong enough

to deliver it themselves.

What is wrong with you?

What is the matter?

I don't understand.

Sweetheart.

These are my favorite.

- Damn it, Ron.

- What?

How long have you

been doing this?

Uh, a couple days.

How'd you find him?

I followed Cassie.

Hey, my mom told me

that a good person does the right

thing even when no one is looking.

He's a real peach, ain't he?

Can we be done playing spy now?

Almost.

He goes home every day

for lunch.

Come on.

- Here, put this on.

- What is it?

Pardon me.

Oh, God!

Stop!

Here, take it.

It's all I've got.

- Take it. Take it.

- Whoo!

Oh, God.

Whoa, this is you, Ron?

God.

- Please, just take what...

- No. No.

No, Ron. I'm talking now.

You are listening.

Oh, this isn't your address,

but we already knew that.

You see,

we've been watching you

and we're gonna

keep watching you.

And if we see anything

we don't like,

we're gonna pay you a visit.

Do you understand, Ron?

- Please, just...

- Do you understand, Ron?!

Just say it. I can't talk.

Just say it.

I understand.

Please, just don't...

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Listening again.

Go to the cops, we'll find you.

Harass anyone, eyeball anyone,

so much as make one woman

feel slightly uncomfortable,

and we're gonna

make you regret it.

You are a piece of sh*t, Ron.

Quit being a piece of sh*t.

And if you don't, you will pay.

Ow.

You believe me, don't you, Ron?

Yeah.

Good. Now, last thing,

since I can't

have you following me.

Whoops. Wink.

Whoo-hoo.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Can you believe that sh*t?

Whoo!

What did you do,

you crazy b*tch?

Holy crap. Holy crap.

Holy crap, I'm shaking.

My God! Why didn't you tell me

what you were doing.

I was afraid

you'd talk me out of it.

I would have. What the hell?

Holy crap!

I can't believe we actually did it.

You conked him

on the head. A lot.

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