I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #5

somebody needs

to stop this horrific man.

He must be stopped

and he must be punished.

Truly punished.

No. No, Lynne, no.

Someone should hurt him.

He should hurt.

He should...

he should be anally violated

with a metal pipe.

No, somebody

should do something.

Somebody should do something!

Sorry, we're closed

for the night.

Very sorry.

I hate to bother you,

but I've been back and forth

like three times

and I just can't

find this address.

The buildings

don't have numbers.

Yeah, yeah,

it's tricky around here.

Sweetie, this is...

this is close.

It's just a few blocks that way.

That's what I thought,

but I just keep going back and forth.

You know, this isn't

the best neighborhood

and this isn't far.

What if I walk you?

That would be great.

Okay? Okay.

Let's go.

Well, this is the address.

I don't like the looks of it.

Me neither.

Maybe I should

come in with you.

Hello.

Weird place.

- I like it.

- Yeah?

Want to play?

What's the matter?

You don't like me, Daddy?

Oh, no, I like you just fine.

I'm not too grown up,

am I, Daddy?

I'm a bad little girl.

Daddy.

Sure you can get it up

for someone over 17?

We told you we'd be watching.

What?

Help. Help!

Please, somebody help me!

God! Help!

You're awake.

Who are you?

What are you...

what are you doing?

Come on, let me out of this chair,

you f***ing b*tch.

God damn it,

get me out of this chair.

What... what is that?

What are you...

what are you gonna do with that?

I'm gonna educate you with it.

You should know

how it feels to be raped

over and over again.

I didn't do anything to Cassie.

Cassie?

I didn't say a name.

Is there something

you want to tell me?

She...

We had trouble,

she and I, but it...

it's better now.

Did you pose for Cassie?

Please.

Do what you made Cassie do.

Come on.

Pucker up.

You suck at oral, Ron.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Please.

Please, I need a doctor.

Not for very much longer.

I'm sorry.

I have a...

God, I have a family.

Don't you dare try

and use that.

Please.

I'm begging you.

I'm... I'm sorry!

Yes, you will be.

You don't deserve

the lubricant,

but it just won't

go in otherwise.

Oh, God, please don't. Please.

Please don't. Please, please.

I'll do anything you want.

Please, just tell me what

you want me to do.

That's a tough one, Ron.

'Cause what I want

you to do is suffer.

Oh, no! I'm begging you.

I'm... oh! Oh! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, take it out! Take it out!

Take it out, please!

Please, please take it...

Out? It's barely even in there.

We have a long ways to go.

No! No!

- Oh, God!

- Hold still.

Oh, f***.

It's hard to hit

when it's wiggling like that.

No, no, no, no!

Forgive me, Father,

for I don't give a sh*t.

Do you even want forgiveness?

Only people who are sorry

can be forgiven.

Are you sorry?

Don't you think that if you

get even with somebody,

then they have to get even with you

and the problem perpetuates itself?

Not always.

Like when?

Do you have any remorse

for what you've done?

Why should I?

Have you considered that

forgiveness might be a way

for you to release some of the anger

that you've been carrying around?

So am I forgiven?

Do you forgive yourself?

You're not responsible

for what happened to you.

Some people do bad things.

They make bad decisions.

Maybe somebody

did bad things to them.

But the only way out

is forgiveness.

I'll never forgive them.

They deserved to be punished.

But does that really help

you heal?

Maybe not, but at least they got

what they deserved.

Do you think you

deserve to be punished?

Should we wait for Lynne

or just start without her?

Everyone, I'm sorry

for the intrusion,

but this is the police.

You don't say.

I'm Detective Glenn Bolton.

This is Homer,

and McDylan I guess

you've already all met.

We'd like to ask you

all some questions.

Jesus.

You must be Mr. Kosca.

It's pronounced "Koza."

Why don't we start with you?

Can we get a couple chairs?

Just set them aside

so we can speak to Mr. Kosca.

"Koza."

And if this has anything

to do with Marla Finch,

I hardly knew the woman, okay?

So why don't you just leave

me out of this?

- You know Ron Merrick?

- I most certainly do not.

Oh, I think you do.

You threatened him the other night.

- I did no such thing.

- Right here in group.

Something about a pipe.

Mmm, does that ring any bells,

Mr. Kosca?

"Koza!" it's "Koza." Oscar.

Hey, remember me?

I'm Detective McDylan.

I'm not delusional, Detective.

I know who you are.

- You don't have to handle me.

- Okay, what about Cassie?

You remember Cassie

from group here?

Huh? Cassie's stepfather

Ron Merrick was murdered.

Now that's three murders

with ties to this group.

Marla, her ex-boyfriend,

and now Cassie's step...

I didn't...

come... guys, come on.

I come to group because it's supposed

to be a safe place to share things.

Hey, listen, all we're asking

is that you consider us

just new members of the group.

Just for tonight, okay?

Maybe we can find out something

that might be helpful.

We might not find anything,

but we'll never know if we don't ask.

All right?

Now that's three murders, guys.

We have to be here.

We have to talk to everybody.

You understand that, right?

I mean, you'd want that.

You don't want us

to make any mistakes.

Right?

You prick. How dare you?

Now? Now you're supposed

to be all caring for us?

You know what?

I think we'll have a little more

privacy down at the station.

You can share with all of us

downtown, Mr. Kosca.

Get your hands off.

Get your hands off of me.

Get your hands off me!

Well, that was real subtle.

You handled that very well.

- Bring 'em all in.

- What?

Front desk, please hold.

Hey, what's going on with Oscar?

Oscar is spending

the night with us.

You don't really think

he killed Cassie's stepdad.

He's not capable

of something like that.

Well, maybe you don't know

people as well as you think you do.

He's got a history of making threats,

did you know that?

The accused in his daughter's case,

the DA, the lead investigator.

These are the kinds of threats

people remember, too.

Did he actually do any of it?

Has Oscar actually hurt anybody?

I don't know. That's what

we're trying to figure out, okay?

So if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna get back to my shitty job.

Hey.

You all right?

Do you want to talk about it?

Well, if you change your mind,

I'm a good listener.

Thanks. It's all right.

Okay-

Oscar.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to make sure

you were okay.

Do you have a few minutes?

I read about

your daughter's case.

They really botched it.

It's bureaucracy.

All these functionaries

who only know how

to push paper around.

When the facts don't match up

with the paperwork,

they discount the facts.

They "lost" his DNA,

so he didn't rape my daughter.

Yeah.

I bet his high-priced lawyer

paid someone to lose it.

They couldn't move

forward without it?

No, without physical evidence,

it's her word against his.

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