
I Spit on Your Grave Page #18
JOHNNY:
No... no. We don't breathe a word
of this.
(points to them both)
Not a damn word. Sheriff gets wind
of this, we'll all be having
"hunting accidents": We clear?
Johnny slaps Stanley in the head again for good measure.
JOHNNY (CONT'D)
in the meantime, find that little
shitwhit Matthew. Me and him are
gonna have a talk.
66 INT. JOHNNY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 66
Johnny reclines on his couch, watching TV. One hand is down
his pants and the other holds a bottle of whisky.
Suddenly, there's a CRASH at his front door. Johnny looks up
and puts down the bottle, not overly concerned.
JOHNNY:
Hello?
No answer at the door. Johnny groans and gets off the couch,
annoyed at being disturbed. He walks over to the front door
and yanks it open.
The front porch is empty. Just as he's about to close the
door, he glances down. There's a dead bird on the stoop.
Johnny narrows his eyes and looks out into the night. Then
he closes the door and returns to the couch.
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But as soon as he picks up the bottle, there's another CRASH
at the front door. Johnny, now pissed, races to the front
door and swings it open.
A second dead bird has joined the first. Without closing the
door, Johnny backs up into his house.
A few seconds later, he returns to the front door, pistol in
hand. He steps out onto the porch.
67 EXT. JOHNNY'S HOUSE, BACK PORCH - NIGHT 67
Johnny holds the gun in front of him. He pivots slowly from
side to side, scanning the entire property. No more birds.
In fact, nothing at all. Dead silence.
JOHNNY:
(THREATENING)
Who's out there?!
No answer.
JOHNNY (CONT'D)
Sh*t ain't funny f***ers!!! See
how funny a bullet in your ass is!
When there's still no response -- Johnny finally backs up
into the house and closes the door.
68 INT. JOHNNY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 68
Again, back to the couch. And again, the second his ass hits
the cushion, another CRASH.
JOHNNY:
Got dammit!
This time, Johnny races to the door and yanks it open,
cocking the gun on the way and fires into the night.
69 EXT. JOHNNY'S HOUSE, BACK PORCH - NIGHT 69
Johnny causally looks down - but this time it's not a bird.
It's a shoe... Jennifer's shoe.
Johnny bends down and picks it up. He studies it. Frowns.
Someone's gone too far. Then he hears something scurry off
in-the distance.
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Quickly Johnny gives chase - leaping off his porch and racing
in the direction of the sound.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 65.
Johnny stops, listens, and waits. Nothing but silence. He
turns around in all directions.
Johnny spits and turns around to walk back and as he does, he
notices one of Matthew's colored RUBBER BANDS lying in the
mud.
JOHNNY:
(UNDER BREATH)
Son of a b*tch.
70 INT. SHERIFF STARCH'S HOUSE - DAY 70
Sheriff Storch enters, holding a bouquet of flowers. He
closes the door behind him and walks in.
SHERIFF STORCH:
Helen?
Within seconds, Mrs. Storch materializes, apron on and wiping
her hands on a dish towel.
MRS. STORCH
Oh, they're beautiful...
Sheriff Storch walks over and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
SHERIFF STORCH:
I've been --
MRS. STORCH
No need to explain. You just
buried your close friend. And you
haven't taken a single day off.
You're only human.
SHERIFF STORCH:
I guess.
MRS. STORCH
Hey, maybe you can help me while I
put these in water.
SHERIFF STORCH:
Help with what?
MRS. STORCH
We got this tape delivered it don't
fit our machine.
SHERIFF STORCH:
What tape?
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Mrs. Storch scurries over to the coffee table, grabs the
MINIDV tape and hands it to him.
MRS. STORCH
it came this morning...
But as Storch looks over the tape, the color, the markings...
no, it couldn't be, he smashed that tape.
MRS. STORCH (CONT'D)
I think it might be Chastity's
recital.
SHERIFF STORCH:
Did Chastity see this?
MRS. STORCH
No, like I said, we couldn't get it
to play.
SHERIFF STORCH:
Where is she?
MRS. STORCH
Sleeping, why?
Storch wipes his face with his hand, then shoves the tape
into his shirt pocket.
SHERIFF STORCH:
I'll... I'll be back...
Sheriff Storch quickly turns away from his wife and hurries
out the door.
Mrs. Storch stands at the door and watches with growing
curiosity as the cruiser peels out of the driveway, a cloud
of dust in its wake.
71 EXT. JOHNNY'S HOUSE - DAY 71
Andy and Stanley pull up and get out of the truck as Johnny's
been pacing.
ANDY:
So what's all this about, Johnny?
Johnny takes out Jennifer's shoe and throws it at them. They
both dodge a hit and look at the shoe on the ground.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 66A.
STANLEY:
(TERRIFIED)
Where'd you get that?
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