
I Spit on Your Grave Page #19
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JOHNNY:
Somebody threw it at my f***in'
door.
Then snaps Matthew's rubber band at them it hits Stanley who
winces.
STANLEY:
Jees, Matthew? Come on--
JOHNNY:
Did either of you find that little
prick?
ANDY:
No. No one knows where he is--
Suddenly, a car SCREECHES up - it's Storch and it looks as if
he is going to drive his cruiser straight through the fence.
STANLEY:
Ah sh*t. This ain't good.
Johnny picks the shoe up.
Storch blasts out of his car, shotgun in hand. He c*cks his
shotgun and levels it directly at Stanley as he backs him up,
planting the shotgun into his cheek.
STANLEY (CONT'D)
(CRYING)
Please, Sheriff! I didn't do
anything.
SHERIFF STORCH:
Then you want to tell me why this
was dropped off at my house?! To
my WIFE!
Storch shoves the TAPE in Stanley's mouth - gagging him.
Then turns to Johnny.
SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)
What's on that tape?! Is this some
kind of f***ed up joke? I smashed
the damn thing myself!
JOHNNY:
Nah, genius over here reloaded.
Tape you smashed had nothing on it.
Storch looks to Johnny - then snaps his gun towards him.
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JOHNNY:
Hey, I just found out myself.
Storch swings the gun back to Stanley.
SHERIFF STORCH:
Eat that tape fatboy.
Andy starts to laugh as Starch trains the gun back on them-
STORCH:
Shut your pie hole. Think this is
funny?! I'll have him sh*t it down
your throat when's he done eating
it. Got that boy?
.LAM; The Sheriff fires a shot into the air. They all jump,
Stanley covers his ears like it hurt.
SHERIFF STORCH:
See, there's two kinds of crazy
people. One likes to get buck
naked and howl at the moon. The
other kind does the exact same
thing, only in my backyard. The
first kind'I don't have to deal
with, you know?
The Sheriff walks right into Stanley's face as he continues
to chew the plastic.
SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)
The second kind, well... you're in
my yard.
JOHNNY:
It's Matthew, Sheriff. Stanley kept
the souvenir, but Matthew's the
one that took it.
The Sheriff backs off a beat, sizes up the situation.
Johnny brings forth the shoe. Sheriff's eyes seethe with
rage.
JOHNNY (CONT'D)
The crazy bastard left me a
present.
ANDY:
F***ing retard is obsessed with
her. I think he actually feels
guilty.
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SHERIFF STORCH:
You dipshits bring him to me! I'm
gonna cut his little pecker off and
use it as a goddamn hood ornament.
(TO STANLEY)
(MORE)
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SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)
And that's after I'm done shoving
it up your dirt hole. Now where is
he?!
Storch takes a deep breath. He looks at all of them, fuming.
ANDY:
We don't know. Isn't coming around
much.
JOHNNY:
Much? At all. Kid's f***ed three
ways to Sunday. We can't find him
and trust me, we been looking.
SHERIFF STORCH:
You losers couldn't find your own
asses with both hands and a map.
(BEAT)
You got 24 hours. You understand?
I will not hesitate. Not for one
second.
He fixes them all with a steely gaze and loads the shotgun
again.
Matthew, disheveled and weary, stumbles up the steps of the
cabin. We get the feeling that this is almost a daily
pilgrimage, as if he returns here to assuage his guilt.
He rests his head on the wooden railing of the porch, for a
moment it looks as if he's about to cry.
VOICE (O.S.)
(from inside the cabin;
creepy and ethereal)
Matthew...
Matthew's head snaps up. He's almost certain he imagined it,
just like he's been imagining many things these days.
VOICE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Math...ewwww ...
MATTHEW:
Who's there?
Matthew walks cautiously into the cabin.
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But there is no one in sight. Matthew looks around from side
to side, his eyes wide, filled with madness... . and then, he
hears it again.
VOICE (O.S.)
Math...eeeeeee... . you...
It's coming from upstairs - Matthew sprints up.
74 INT. CABIN, UPSTAIRS - DAY 74
Matthew, wild-eyed and panicked, gets to the top of the
steps. He takes a heavy breath and then moves into the lone
bedroom. seconds later he comes out, obviously empty.
MATTHEW:
(SCREAMS)
Where are you?!
Barely a second later, he receives his answer.
VOICE (O.S.)
Matthew...
This time, it's definitely coming from downstairs. Matthew
glances down the staircase. When he sees that nobody is
waiting at the bottom, he heads down there.
But once his foot touches the third step, the board gives out
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