I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #6

And they made her out to...

to look like a slut.

And it devastated her.

It just ruined her.

And all this time, knowing this guy

Watson is still out there.

Why are you suddenly

so interested?

Because I know

how your daughter felt.

Hopeless.

One of the guys who raped me

was a cop.

You never talk in group.

You never say anything.

There were five of them.

I thought the sheriff

would protect me.

I was wrong.

Were they caught?

They weren't arrested,

if that's what you mean.

You know, you tell your kids

to trust the authorities, right?

Call 911, call the cops.

Emma didn't want to do it.

I had to convince her to do it.

I told her,

"You've got to do this.

You've got to report this guy.

He's just gonna do it to somebody else."

But the day that this guy walked,

I'll never forget the expression

on her face,

the disappointment

that she had in me.

Not in the cops,

not in the lawyers, but in me.

Because I told her to do it.

I let her down.

I think justice has a way

of finding people.

Yeah, well,

I've given up on justice.

How did her rapist get

a restraining order against you?

I thought if he saw my face

that he wouldn't forget her.

That maybe he would confess.

He owned this gym.

That's where it happened.

So I went there every day

and I talked to everybody

who went in and out of that place

and I wanted them to know

what he did.

So what does he do?

He turns around

and he sues me for libel

and gets a restraining

order against me.

He sold that gym,

but he's still a f***ing trainer.

Some sleazy place

on 17th Street.

They made it sound

like you were dangerous.

Come on, look at me.

Compared to Watson,

that creature.

But I should have

done something.

I should have done something

to make things right.

Even if it meant me going

to jail for the rest of my life,

I should have done something.

But you're not talking

about punishment,

you're talking about vengeance.

Taking the law

into your own hands.

I'd rather that

than leave it in nobody's,

which is where it is now.

You believe that?

Don't you?

Set aside for a moment

the countless rapists

who go unpunished,

what about people

like Cassie's mom?

Sewing her daughter

up to a monster.

She gets a big pass.

She's not even in the system.

Who's gonna make her pay

for what she did?

That's not your job.

Don't you think she's been affected

by her decisions?

No. That's bullshit.

I saw her

and she looked fine to me.

Everybody has their own problems,

their own destiny.

You need to worry about

your choices and actions.

I thought that was your job.

You know what I'm hearing?

Is that after everything

you've been through,

you have essentially

learned nothing.

No.

I've learned a lot.

Why are you following me?

Who hired you?

F*** you.

You f***ed with the wrong guy.

You're not gonna like this.

You f***ed up, you stupid c*nt.

This is gonna hurt a lot.

Police!

What the f*** is this?

Get your hands on

your f***ing head right now.

You following me?

Hands on your head,

get on the ground now.

Is this cooze bait, is that it?

Entrapment.

Put your hands on your head

and get on the f***ing ground now.

F*** you, pis-

Hey, hey, hey.

Okay, okay.

Angela, can you hear me?

Okay, okay. You're okay.

You're okay.

Call a f***ing ambulance.

You all right? Yeah?

- You up for a few questions?

- Sure.

Great.

Okay-

Let's see.

- The knife was yours, right?

- Yes.

The Taser I'm not sure about

because it had your fingerprints

on it as well as his.

It's mine. I was raped.

Of course I don't go out

without defensive weapons.

Naturally.

And now, why were you

in that part of town?

I was looking at a gym on 17th.

On 17th.

So you were eight blocks

north of there.

I got lost going home.

Thought someone

was following me.

Guess I panicked.

Why not a gym

in your own neighborhood?

Can't afford it.

All right, well, the gym explains

the change of clothes.

You found my bag, good.

But not the lighter fluid.

I was returning it.

- To whom?

- The store.

- It was the wrong kind.

- For what?

A lighter.

Started smoking again.

It was used.

I opened it before I realized.

What store?

Pharmacy on 15th.

- Where was the receipt?

- In the bag.

And the man? Who was he to you?

The man who attacked me.

Hmm.

So who's the little girl

in the picture?

It's just a girl.

Just a girl whose picture

you wear around your neck?

It reminds me of something.

Oh? What?

Innocence.

You need to be

reminded of that?

I know who she is.

Chastity Starch.

Her father

was a Louisiana sheriff.

Killed in a murder-suicide

with some inbred

redneck buddies of his.

You know,

there was one missing piece.

Someone the police

wanted to talk to.

Jennifer Hills.

Why'd you change your name?

I didn't want to be

Jennifer Hills anymore.

All right,

let's just cut the sh*t, okay?

We've got you, you understand?

Do you understand?

See, this, all this,

it's just a process.

You know, the system.

But it's done.

We're not idiots, Ms. Hills.

And, you know, it's actually

a very easy storyline to follow.

You become buddy-buddy

with Marla Finch from group

and, you know, yes,

that was a terrible,

terrible thing

that happened to her.

Then the boyfriend walks

and you snap.

I understand that.

I honestly do.

And there are some days, whew,

I want to do the exact same thing.

And then that girl,

what was her name?

Cassie. Jesus.

I can't imagine

what it was like sitting there

listening to that little girl

talk about being raped

by her stepfather and not wanting

to shove a pipe up that guy's ass.

That's actually what your buddy

Oscar suggested doing, right?

That exact same thing, huh?

- You know what?

- Hmm?

Now that I think about it...

Lynne seemed especially

upset about it all.

Have you looked into

her whereabouts?

Yeah, well,

we didn't find Lynne

in a fight to the death

with Cole Watson.

Who's Cole Watson?

Man, don't kid yourself,

Jennifer.

We're looking at full-blown

premeditated murder.

That guy attacked me.

And if you hadn't shot him dead,

he would have killed me.

I'm guessing they're not gonna

charge you because you're cops.

That's funny.

You should hold on

to your sense of humor.

You're gonna need it.

Do I get a lawyer?

Or is that just for people who you

haven't already decided are guilty?

She wants to make

her phone call.

Detective McDylan...

Detective McDylan!

I did it.

- Oh, my God!

- Everybody get back.

- I killed them all.

- Jesus Christ.

- No!

- I killed them all.

- I did it.

- Call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance now!

I murdered them.

I murdered them.

I murdered them.

Hey, Angela.

I'll give you a ride.

Go f*** yourself.

- I'm sorry about Oscar, okay?

- I'm sure you are.

Just let me give you a ride.

I'm trying to help you out here.

Like you care!

You f***ers are no better

than the rapists.

Let me ask you something.

Did you spend this much time

investigating Maria's ex?

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