I Spit on Your Grave Page #13

ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 44A.

STANLEY:

You ever get mace in your eyes,

b*tch? It smarts.

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Andy shoves her face down into the water - then pulls her up.

ON MINIDV CAM:
Eyes pried wide open, Jennifer gags as the

dirty water pours from her nose - mouth - she desperately

tries to breathe --

Andy shoves her face down again and again as Stanley films.

STANLEY (CONT'D)

Hold her head down! Hold it down!!

JOHNNY:

Alright. This filly's got a few

more races to run--

Sheriff Storch approaches Jennifer. Although she can't even

turn around, she senses their presence.

Storch gets down into her face.

SHERIFF STORCH:

I hope you got some fight left in

you. I like it rough.

JENNIFER:

(BARELY AUDIBLE)

Please. Please. I'm... so hurt...

Sheriff Storch spits onto the ground.

SHERIFF STORCH:

Not to worry Darlin'. I'm an ass

man.

Sheriff Storch takes off his belt and unbuckles his pants.

He kneels down behind her..

Jennifer SHRIEKS as her face contorts with a completely new

level of pain as her head is thrust back down.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer catches a

glimpse of the Sheriff's GUN, still sitting in its holster.

Her eyes immediately go to Stanley who's busy swapping out

the MINI-DV tape and replacing it with a new one--

Then she sees Matthew leaning against a tree, a vacant look

in his eye twisting a rubber band through his fingers.

Andy site on is ass, playing his harmonica... Her eyes

continue to scan the area for Johnny who's nowhere in sight.

Then immediately her eyes dart back to the GUN.

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As Jennifer's body is being jerked back and forth, she

reaches - and reaches - closer with each stretch when--

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A heavy work boot comes down on her hand, crushing it.

Jennifer looks up.

Johnny glares down at her, then unzips his pants as he moves

in closer to her face.

JOHNNY:

No teeth Show Horse. No teeth.

Her vision grows hazy. The sky, water, and ground all seem

to meld together.

TO BLACK:

BACK IN ON:

44 EXT. FISHING HOLE - LATER 44

Cruel laughter brings Jennifer back to. Somehow she manages

to lift her head to see Stanley pulling up his pants.

ANDY:

Wow, Stanley, 30 seconds. Must be

a record for you.

JOHNNY:

Don't you know you should wait for

the lady?

STANLEY:

B*tch was too tight, even after

ya'll... Sides, she's all bloody...

I wanted to finish up.

ANDY:

Right and we thought Matthew here

was gonna be the p*ssy.

JOHNNY:

Don't be so proud of yourself Andy.

I clocked you at just over two

minutes.

Jennifer musters up her last ounce of strength and gets to

her feet. The men all stare, impressed at her resolve.

Jennifer's torn clothes hang loosely off her body as she

staggers away and wanders aimlessly away from them. It's a

miracle she can even walk.

She continues until the forest ends and she comes upon a--

ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 46A.

45 EXT. WOODS - DAY 45

She staggers up to the edge of the woods and comes to a

clearing, she leans on a tree and sobs hysterically, breaking

down.

AA45 EXT. BRIDGE, TREES - DAY AA45

Ahead of her a dirt road leads to a small bridge and an open

area.

Painfully she staggers towards the bridge, her beaten and

bruised body pained with each step.

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The others appear behind her. They laugh at her as she

continues further down the bridge.

A45 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY A45

Jennifer doesn't bother to turn around. She continues down

the bridge, looking at the rushing water on both sides.

She moves to one of the railings.

The Sheriff looks at her and c*cks the shotgun.

SHERIFF STORCH:

Sorry. it was fun while it lasted.

JOHNNY:

Yeah, too bad we have to put you

down, Show Horse.

in a final act of defiance, Jennifer falls back off the

bridge and into the murky, moving water.

immediately, the men rush to the edge of the bridge.

The Sheriff's gun cocked and ready-- Tracking down the water -

Not a sign.

They all look down, waiting, still nothing.

STANLEY:

Where'd she go?

ANDY:

She's gotta come up for air

sometime.

STANLEY:

Current's got her. Sh*t, in her

condition she's already drowned.

Johnny looks to the Sheriff who's gun is trained on the water

waiting for something... anything.

JOHNNY:

Sheriff?

Sheriff Storch pulls back his gun, and adjusts his hat, deep

in thought.

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SHERIFF STORCH:

All you get your butts down there,

check under the bridge, both banks,

in the trees right now.

They all look at him.

ANDY:

I ain't got my waders...

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