I Spit on Your Grave Page #14

SHERIFF STORCH:

I said right fuekin' now before I

throw you over!

46 EXT. BRIDGE -- DAY 46

The guys have returned. They are all muddy and wet. Storch

stands stoic still looking down at the water. He turns to

them.

JOHNNY:

Nothin'...

SHERIFF STORCH:

Listen up. 'Bout six miles

downstream the creek ends in

Hendersonville. somewhere between

here and there we're gonna find

her. We split up. We check the

banks, in the timber, under a rock,

hell if you see a hole big enough

for a rat I want it checked out.

And don't stop 'til you find me a

body.

(BEAT)

Don't just stand there, get!

STANLEY:

(EXASPERATED)

Six miles, Sheriff? She's at the

bottom of the river. She's gator

bait. I think we should just let

it go.

A single vein pulses in Sheriff Storch's temple. He grabs

Stanley by the collar.

SHERIFF STORCH:

(PURE RAGE)

YOU think? You don't have a

f***ing thought.

(MORE)

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SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

You just shut your trap and do

every goddamned thing I say. I got

a wife a kid and one in the oven.

There is no way that I'm going to

let anything happen to them because

you're too stupid and too sloppy to

clean up your f***in' mess.

The weight of the Sheriff's words register on all of them...

except Matthew who oddly enough has started to come around --

as if he just woke up in the middle of this nightmare.

MATTHEW:

She slipped and fell!

Matthew stands up, nervous, jittery, coming unglued.

MATTHEW (CONT'D)

None of us touched her. I saw it.

She was just... it was an accident.

Johnny rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

SHERIFF STORCH:

Can someone get this dipshit outta

my face! I don't need none of you

screwing the pooch on this, least

of all numbnuts over there.

Sheriff Storch lets go of Stanley's collar and gives it a

quick pat, almost like an imperceptible apology for his

behavior.

SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

Now let's move... find me a body!

46 OMITTED 46

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47 EXT. HENDERSONVILLE RIVER - DAY 47

The reservoir is much calmer at these parts. Sheriff stands

on watch as-

Stanley and Andy come from the water in waders having just

searched the water.

Matthew stands where they just came from. He stays, staring

at the swamp like water as if Jennifer was somewhere in

there.

Johnny finishes off a cigarette and flicks it.

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ANDY:

Nothing. Not a damn thing.

JOHNNY:

Well, what now?

Storch takes another look down the river, scanning it.

SHERIFF STORCH:

The body'll turn up. One way or

another. Every day we check the

ravine, from the bridge, straight

through down here, then back. Two

shifts a day until we find

something. 'Cause with no body,

you're all as f***ed as she is.

STANLEY:

For how long?

SHERIFF STORCH:

'Til I say! Okay?! Andy, you go

back to the cabin and get rid of her

sh*t. All of it! Burn it. And we

need to sanitize that place

something good. I don't want so

much as a stray hair left.

(TO JOHNNY)

Get her car to the shop. Strip it

down to its last damn nut.

JOHNNY:

I'll buff out the serial numbers

too. Sell the parts at salvage.

Storch nods in approval as his eyes wander to the camera.

SHERIFF STORCH:

.and give me that.

Sheriff Storch rips the camera from Stanley's hands. He

pulls out the tape.

He throws the tape to the ground and stomps on it, smashing

it to bits. Stanley opens his mouth to say something, thinks

better of it, and closes it quickly.

SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

The f*** were you saving that for

moron?

(BEAT)

Swear to Christ.

(MORE)

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SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

I need all you on point. I mean,

on f***in' point. We clear?

(BEAT)

Now let's go, we got sh*t to do.

Matthew continues to stare off into the distance, waist deep

in the water.

48 ER's. WOODS - DUSK 48

CLOSE UP on a match. Dirty fingers pull the match across the

flint on the side of a matchbox. The match explodes to life.

A hand drops the match on top of Jennifer's belongings: her

clothes, laptop, the dry goods she purchased at the store.

It's all piled up on the grass.

Johnny, Stanley, and Andy watch quietly as the flames and

smoke from the fire reach into the sky. Andy throws a metal

container of gasoline onto the ground.

ANDY:

So that's everything. Right down

to her little tit sling.

JOHNNY:

And there was no trace at all?

Nothing in the woods? In the

shallows?

Andy shakes his head. Stanley rubs his eyes hard.

STANLEY:

I'm starving, man.

JOHNNY:

Well ain't that the headline. Soon

as we finish this and haul her car

into the garage, you can stuff your

face 'til you puke.

(TO ANDY)

What the hell happened to Matthew?

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