I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #7

Or were you saving

that all for me?

Honestly, if I had any idea

how incompetent the police were,

I would have spent my life

hiding in fear.

Angela, don't leave town.

I'm serious.

You skip bail, you're f***ed.

I'm f***ed already.

So are we gonna talk about it?

What's there to talk about?

Are you gonna tell me

that you ran into a door

or fell down the stairs?

Yeah.

Like you want to hear

the truth.

Try me.

The truth is you want justice,

you take it for yourself.

No one can give it to you.

Is that how that happened?

You're damn right it is.

Maybe you were able

to exact some justice,

but it doesn't seem to have

brought you any peace.

I'm not finished yet.

Angela.

Man, is that you?

Buy me a drink.

I think you've already

had a few.

Let me give you a ride home.

I'll bet you want

to give me a ride.

I'm sorry, excuse me?

You can drop the polite act.

Come on, Angela. Man, let me...

let me just take you home.

I thought you wanted

to f*** me.

Whoa, hey, I don't...

I don't know... what is this?

What do you want it to be?

Angela, come on, you are completely

freaking me out right now, okay?

Look, I'm gonna go.

You gonna be okay if I go?

Do you think I need a cock

to protect me?

Yo, is that a knife?

What, this?

Yo.

No, what the...?

Angela, what is wrong with you?

Hey, honey.

Showing it off, huh?

That's real nice.

Let me see

what you're working with.

Mm, such a sweet ass.

Though if you're gonna

show it off like that,

you ought to let me have some.

Is that how it works?

Do I have to wear a sheet

to keep you from raping me?

What the f***?

Nobody raping anybody.

Hey, what happened

to your face?

I fell in love.

What?

What's the matter?

Don't you like me anymore?

B*tch, you better

back the f*** up.

Come on, Chief.

I thought you had something

you wanted to show me.

Come on, you gonna

turn down a little blow job?

What? What the... come on.

You serious?

Why don't you come over here?

Find out for yourself,

tough guy.

Wait, what?

Right here in the middle

of the park?

It's not gonna take that long.

Sh*t, I mean...

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, your foreplay needs work.

Hey!

- Hey, hey.

- Stop right there.

Okay. Okay.

Take one step and I'll slit

his f***ing throat.

Hey, Angela, put the knife down

and get off him, okay?

You gonna read me my rights?

You're okay.

Just put the knife down, okay?

I have the right

to remain silent.

Angela.

- Anything I say...

- Put the weapon down.

- ...can and will be...

- Angela, don't!

Mused against me.

Time's up.

So soon?

Feels like we were

just getting started.

And yet it's been two years.

You're out of here Friday.

How about you try

to keep out of trouble?

You think you can go

three days without fighting?

Maybe.

But if somebody steps up...

Well, you have a choice

in how you react.

You don't always

have to retaliate.

Predators and prey, Doc.

All right, a condition

of your probation

is that you continue therapy,

and I hope that you will try

finding a new group.

I know you had

a bad experience,

but can you just set down

the attitude for an hour

and try to stay open?

Yeah.

All right. I will.

Really? That's great.

You know, you can make

better choices for yourself.

I worry about you.

I know you do.

And I appreciate it.

Okay, then.

You can wait

for me outside, please.

Wait for me outside.

Back up, b*tch.

Stop it!

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