I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #3

- You could have killed him.

- I was trying to knock him out.

Yeah, but you just kept

whacking him on the head.

He's probably got a concussion.

I'm sorry, this isn't funny.

This is not funny.

Screw that piece of sh*t.

Score one for Cassie.

Let's go.

Ron's buying lunch.

It's not like he admitted anything,

but I don't know.

It is different.

It meant a lot when he said it,

you know?

Even not saying

what he's sorry for.

Then he's been,

I don't know, different.

Nicer.

I don't know

what happened to him,

but I hope he doesn't

bump his head again

and go back to how things were.

At least now you know.

He gets out of line again,

you just whack him in the head.

I think we're all here

to get away from violence,

don't you think, Marla?

No, Lynny-Lynne-Lynne.

No, I don't think that.

In fact, I think the exact

opposite of that.

Maybe it's time this group of b*tches

started getting a little of their own.

Hell, Where you going?

- I got to meet somebody.

- I thought we'd celebrate.

Can you believe it?

What?

Cassie and Ron.

I mean, it actually worked.

Yeah. I got to go.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just ex-boyfriend sh*t.

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

He's just got some stuff

of mine I've been trying to get back.

I should go with you.

No, it's complicated.

There's a restraining

order involved,

so I kind of have to go

through channels, you know?

Look, I'll meet you Thursday

before group.

- For coffee?

- Yeah, sure.

See you at Monty's.

Hey there. Hey.

Sorry to intrude.

I'm going down to Pits

with Gloria and Saperstein

for some drinks

if you'd like to come.

It's not a date.

It's just coworkers

going out for a beer.

Actually, I tried

to get Gloria to ask you,

but she's...

she's kind of scared of you.

- Scared of me?

- She's sensitive, you know?

- And I'm a b*tch.

- Oh, no, no. I didn't say that.

No, I've been mean. I'm sorry.

Look, I'm meeting

a friend tonight.

I completely get it. No.

But, hey,

ask me again sometime.

I will. I will.

Or have Gloria do it.

I'll try not to be

so terrifying.

Sure. Have a good night.

Hey!

- How you doing?

- Over here. Come over here.

- Thanks.

- Sure.

Angela, I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's just terrible.

I'm so sorry.

What's going on?

You... you don't know?

I'm afraid that I don't

have good tidings.

The worst, in fact.

And I want you

to prepare yourself.

What?

It's Marla.

I don't know how else

to say this.

Our dear friend Marla Finch

has passed.

Has passed?

I know. I know it's hard.

She's passed on.

She's... she's crossed over.

What the f***

are you talking about?

Anger is a very normal reaction.

A normal reaction to what?

What are you telling me, Lynne?

- Are you telling me that Maria's dead?

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Stop f***ing saying that

and tell me what happened.

Angela, I am sorry.

I don't know.

I was contacted

by a police detective this afternoon.

He told me that Marla

had been found dead

and that he needed to come here

to speak to the group tonight.

- How did she die?

- I don't know.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

I know it's a terrible shock.

I think that we need

to be here for each other.

This is a safe place

where we can feel and react

and start the mourning

process together.

You b*tch.

I'm sorry, Angela.

Oh.

I think that's him.

Sweetheart,

can I get you anything?

Something to vomit in.

Everyone.

This is Detective McDylan.

He's here from

the police department.

Please sit down.

Ahem. Should I...

Yes, please.

Ahem. Uh, hi, everyone.

First of all,

I really appreciate you

letting me come and talk

to the group tonight.

As most of you are already aware,

early this morning we did discover

the body of Miss Finch.

Now this is a homicide

investigation.

I myself,

I'm actually with SVU.

A special victims unit

often assists...

I thought SVU

dealt with rape crimes.

Well, we do deal

with assaults, yes.

But SVU also assists

in homicide investigations

when there's issues of abuse.

Was she raped?

Oscar.

You're Oscar Kosca, right?

"My name is Koza." Mr. Kosca.

Now, I don't mean to offend

you, Officer McDylan.

- It's Detective.

- Okay, Detective.

This is a sacred circle.

It's a place of trust

and I don't think

it's an appropriate venue

for you to be doing

your... your...

whatever the hell

it is that you're doing right now.

Oscar, Detective McDylan

is an invited guest.

Well, I most certainly

did not invite him here, Lynne.

And I would not

have invited him here.

And I think it was a big mistake

for you to do so.

- Okay...

- I have the floor, sir.

- I have the floor.

- Okay, okay.

See? This is...

this is exactly what I was afraid of.

The police,

they don't care about us.

They don't care

about the victims.

These guys

with their investigations.

All they want to do

is document things.

They want to dot their ls

and cross their Ts.

You know, our friend

is dead, sir.

And while you're doing

your stupid paperwork,

- a beautiful girl is dead.

- Oscar!

Oh, my goodness.

That's okay. That's okay.

It's okay. Um, look, guys,

all I'm trying to do here

is just figure out her whereabouts

in the past 48 hours.

So anything you can think of

that might be helpful,

I'd really appreciate it.

Just anything at all.

Okay, tell you what.

I'm gonna go get

a cup of coffee

and I'm gonna hang around

for a little bit,

and if you can think of anything,

please don't hesitate.

I'll be right over there, okay?

Thank you for your time.

Sorry about Oscar.

He's a bit high-strung.

Yeah, he seems that way.

His daughter was raped.

Then the guy who did it

got off on a technicality.

She killed herself.

So he's earned his distrust

of the police.

Jesus.

Can you tell me

what happened to Marla?

- Urn...

- She was a friend of mine.

I'm sorry for your loss.

- Maybe I can help you.

- Yes, absolutely.

If you can think

of anything suspicious

or anybody who maybe had

any kind of problem with her.

- Anything at all.

- So she was definitely murdered?

Unfortunately, yeah.

Yeah, she was.

Was she assaulted?

I can't really discuss

specifics of the case.

It was her ex-boyfriend,

wasn't it?

Would you let me buy you

a decent cup of coffee somewhere?

Sure, yeah.

I know a place.

Great.

Well, it doesn't make sense.

She knew better

than to put herself at risk.

People do stupid sh*t.

You know, even the smart ones.

I can't tell you how many times

strong-seeming women

refuse to press charges

when their boyfriend or husband

smacked them around or worse.

And you're right,

it doesn't make sense.

She was smarter than that,

I'm telling you.

She would not have put herself

in some kind of a situation

with somebody who could hurt...

What?

Hey, what is it?

If you know something,

you should tell me.

Uh, it's nothing.

No, no, hey.

You should tell me.

I think you want

to tell me, so...

She was a strong girl. Hard.

You think maybe

she was into weird sh*t,

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