I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #4

like, I don't know, rough sex?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

Okay-

- You guys were close?

- Yeah.

I mean, I don't know.

I liked her.

But I only knew her

a few weeks.

We used to come here.

She made me feel strong.

- What?

- Nothing, I just...

I see this stuff all the time.

You know,

it's the strongest-seeming people,

the rock everyone leans on,

but at home...

No, she was strong.

She did not take any sh*t.

Except from

her ex-boyfriend, right?

No, he attacked her

and she left.

Yeah, the last time.

But there are a ton

of domestic abuse calls on her file.

And again,

I didn't know your friend,

but, like I said,

I see it all the time.

These guys, they have a way

of getting under a girl's skin

and they can't shake 'em.

This guy is a real

piece of sh*t, though.

And I'll tell you something,

I'd be very surprised if it wasn't him.

I'm sorry, I'm... I shouldn't...

I can't really discuss any details.

You understand?

Listen, thank you so much

for taking the time to talk to me.

I appreciate it, and I'm really

sorry about your friend, I am.

I will do everything I can

to bring her some justice.

I promise you.

Thanks.

McDylan.

You don't bring her justice.

You bring it to him.

It's sweet, yo.

That's how it's gonna be.

Well, if it isn't my favorite

damsel in distress.

Where's your dyke

in shining armor tonight?

What's the matter, sweetie?

She leave you for a real man?

Don't worry,

I got what you need.

Chief will take care of you.

You don't need that dyke b*tch.

What? Thinking about it, baby?

We got her all scared.

I don't know if she was weak

and just very good at hiding it

or if she was outmaneuvered.

That's an interesting

choice of word.

What do you mean by that?

Just that maybe things

didn't go as she planned.

Well, what do you think

she had planned?

I don't know.

Not being dead.

She wasn't weak.

A history of abuse doesn't mean

she was some f***ing loser

who brought it on herself.

Then what do you

think it means?

Hey!

Why the f*** are you

always lurking out here?

I'm just walking to my desk.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Wow.

He walked?

How is it that he walked?

He's f***ing guilty.

You said so yourself.

Okay, okay, listen.

I'm really sorry, okay?

These things are complicated

and unfortunately the good guys

don't always get to win.

Who are the good guys? You?

I'm not a lawyer.

I'm not the DA.

So it's her own fault

she was killed

because she was weak

or scared or stupid?

I don't know what happened.

I don't.

I am truly sorry, okay?

I know there's nothing I can say

to make that any better.

I don't want you to say something.

I want you to do something.

Look, what can I do, Angela?

There is a system

in place, okay?

And most of the time

it actually works.

For who? Not for rape victims.

Not for my dead friend Marla.

Listen, you think he did it.

I think he did it.

But there is a burden

of proof here.

And you want that,

do you understand?

Otherwise someone could just

point their finger at you

and send you to jail

because they feel like it.

- He's guilty.

- What do you want me to say?

- They didn't f***ing prove it.

- You didn't f***ing prove it.

Okay, I didn't prove it.

He rapes and murders my friend

and you just let him walk away.

Not wearing a cape

and a utility belt.

I'm a cop. I did my job.

It's not all up to me.

Yeah?

Well, keep up the good work.

Angela.

Angela!

Deep!

Deep, deep, deep, deep!

Where's all the hot girls

up in this joint, man?

There's a handful.

Hey.

Where you going?

Hey, come on. Slow down.

What do you want?

I saw you looking at me.

So? I look at a lot of people.

I know you're interested.

I'm not interested.

I want to be very clear with you.

I don't want your attention.

I want you to walk away

and leave me alone.

Hey, come on.

Yeah.

No.

I said no.

Come on.

You know you want to feel it.

What, your pathetic little

excuse for a cock?

I thought that

was your clitoris.

Is that all you got, p*ssy?

- You hit like a girl.

- Yeah?

You think you're funny,

you prick-tease c*nt?

Come on now, smart mouth,

do something useful with it.

You know you like it rough.

No teeth, showhorse.

No teeth.

That's it.

Not just the tip, sweetie.

Just the tip, sweetie.

This is for Marla, showhorse.

It's like a switch gets thrown.

It just comes out in a rush.

And what is it that makes

you so angry?

Because it just keeps happening.

People are such animals.

Only they're even worse

because an animal doesn't relish

in the pain it causes.

An animal doesn't get sadistic

pleasure from torturing others.

- Only humans are that cruel.

- You're human.

Do you get sadistic pleasure

from committing acts of cruelty?

F*** yeah, I do.

Sometimes.

Yo, Angela. Angela.

There's a detective

here to see you.

- Is everything okay?

- No.

I've really got a lot of work to do.

Can we play cops and robbers later?

Where were you

on Tuesday night?

Is this official police business

or are you stalking me?

Marla's ex-boyfriend

was murdered on Tuesday.

Somebody beat him to death

with a crowbar,

amongst other things.

So what are you saying?

You think I did it?

No, no.

But Bolton's definitely

gonna want to talk to you.

- Who's Bolton?

- Lead homicide.

- It's her investigation.

- What do I have to do with anything?

Well, you did come on pretty strong

when he got out, right? So...

So now I'm a murder suspect?

She's gonna want to talk

to all Marla's friends.

I barely knew her.

Well, she didn't have very many

friends outside of group, so...

She didn't have

any friends in group.

- She hated everybody.

- Except you.

Look, you said yourself

that this guy is a scumbag.

I mean, maybe it has nothing

to do with Marla at all.

No, the nature of the crime

suggests otherwise.

So what?

I mean, he was murdered.

So was my friend.

And if there's no justice for her,

then why should there

be any for him?

He was a piece of sh*t.

And to be honest,

I'm glad that somebody killed him.

Well, that's exactly what you don't

want to say in this situation, okay?

God damn it, you're more interested

in catching his killer

than you are in punishing hers.

Listen, you have

to calm down, okay?

Or Bolton is gonna have

a field day with you, trust me.

Okay?

Thank you for telling me.

I appreciate it.

But, you know,

if I'm not under arrest,

then I really need to get back

to my shitty job.

Hey, Angela, look.

For what it's worth, I am sorry

you're mixed up in all of this, okay?

You should really leave

the murder investigations

to the homicide detectives.

I can't go back there.

I don't know where to go.

I don't know what to do, but...

I can't take it anymore.

You know, she pretends

like she can't hear it, but...

it hurts.

He really hurts me.

And...

I think he likes it.

Enough, enough, stop.

Cassie, I'm sorry.

I just... I can't listen to this anymore.

It's too awful.

It's got to stop!

Somebody...

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