I Spit on Your Grave Page #17

SHERIFF STORCH:

Can you believe there used to be a

limit on quail? Goddamn things are

like locust now.

EARL:

Much to our good fortune.

Earl points to a nearby log.

EARL (CONT'D)

Let's take a break. My dogs are

barking something fierce.

Earl plops down on the log.

SHERIFF STORCH:

You're getting old, Earl. I

remember back when you and my old

man chased that buck out of the

hollows on Stickler's Farm before

bagging it.

EARL:

(LAUGHS)

Those were the good of days.

Sheriff Storch joins Earl on the log. He reaches into his

hunting bag and pulls out a bottle of really good whiskey.

SHERIFF STORCH:

Here's to the good of days.

Earl looks at him, surprised.

EARL:

(RE:
BOTTLE)

Wow, fan-cy. To what do I owe?

Sheriff Storch smiles, screws off the top, and passes the

bottle to Earl. Earl takes a swig.

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EARL (CONT'D)

Some damn fine whiskey. Usually

don't have that 'cept at baptisms

and weddings.

SHERIFF STORCH:

And funerals.

BLAM:
-- Earl's chest erupts in a geyser of blood.

Earl drops to the ground like a rag doll. The bottle falls

from his grasp. The whisky flows into the dirt.

Sheriff Storch stands up, clutching his smoking shotgun.

SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

Loose ends, Earl. Loose ends...

Sheriff Storch hovers over his prey. Suddenly, Earl's body

spasms. His eyes flicker and a nauseating gurgle sounds from

deep in his throat.

BLAM:
-- Sheriff Storch crosses himself -- touching his

forehead and both shoulders -- turns away from the corpse.

64 OMITTED 64

65 EXT. JOHNNY'S HOUSE, PORCH - DAY 65

Johnny and Andy are sitting on the porch in lawn chairs

drinking beer.

Both of them turn to see Stanley bounding up to the station

in a tizzy.

ANDY:

Jeez look at this.

JOHNNY:

Something's spooked the cattle.

STANLEY:

It's gone! It's f***ing gone]

Stanley storms into the garage.

ANDY:

Jesus, Stanley. Calm down.

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JOHNNY:

What the hell's got your nuts tied

in a sling?

Stanley is completely out of breath.

STANLEY:

It's gone. My camera. It's gone!

Andy looks at him, visibly annoyed.

ANDY:

Maybe you accidentally ate it?

STANLEY:

F*** off, this is serious!

Johnny shakes his head.

STANLEY (CONT'D)

it had the tape in it.

JOHNNY:

The hell you talking about?

STANLEY:

The tape, Johnny. The goddamn

tape!

JOHNNY:

Wait a minute. You mean the one

Storch smashed to bits. That tape?

STANLEY:

He didn't smash sh*t. I put in a

new one... Sheriff stomped the one

with nothing on it.

JOHNNY:

You stupid retard piece of sh*t.

You tellin' me you kept the tape?

Johnny grabs Stanley by the neck and slams him up against a

car, and begins to Strangle the life out of him.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Where is it?!

STANLEY:

(struggling to breathe)

I... don't... please--

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Finally, Andy intercedes prying Johnny's hands off Stanley's

neck. Stanley falls to the ground, gasping for breath.

Johnny kicks him in the ribcage.

JOHNNY:

You're too dumb to know how dumb

you are. Where's the f***in'

tape?!

STANLEY:

(struggling to breathe)

I had it. Now it's gone.

ANDY:

Was ya robbed? Or did you leave it

somewhere?

STANLEY:

It was in my place... I swear it.

JOHNNY:

Who else knew about it?

A beat of silence hangs in theair.

STANLEY:

Matthew. I showed it to him.

Off all their incredulous looks.

STANLEY (CONT'D)

Was trying to cheer him up.

JOHNNY:

The kid's barely got one oar in the

water and you just took it and

shoved it up his ass.

Andy walks by Stanley and slaps him in the head for good

measure.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Unfreakin' real. Do you understand

the world of sh*t we are all in

right now.Do you?!

(BEAT)

You think Earl was some hunting

accident?Either of you?

Bullshit.Storch is coming

unglued. We're all in his

crosshairs.All of us!

(BEAT)

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Stanley is still on the ground, making disgusting noises. A

combination of sobbing, puking, and wheezing.

STANLEY:

You can't tell him Johnny. You

can't.

Johnny ponders for a second.

ANDY:

Sh*t for brains here's right. We

gotta stick together now.

STANLEY:

Please, Johnny. He finds out about

this... that I had the tape---

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