I Spit on Your Grave Page #23

STANLEY:

Please... Please... My eyes... I

can't take it anymore... please...

JENNIFER:

Let me help you.

Jennifer takes a slender knife from the bag. Working

quickly, Jennifer guts a FISH.

JENNIFER (CONT'D)

Here, this might feel better.

She leans in and smears the bloody fish guts onto Stanley's

eyeballs.

STANLEY:

85 TNT. DILAPIDATED HOUSE - DAY 85

The water has filled up the trough and is overflowing. Andy

struggles to lift his head up to draw a few quick breaths.

Jennifer climbs onto his back and GRABS his hair pulling his

head up.

JENNIFER:

Don't drown too soon.

Andy tries to buck her off, gasping for breath, buckling

under her added weight. Jennifer slams his head back into the

water, and then up again... then down as she holds it.

JENNIFER (CONT'D)

Hold it... hold it... hold it...

Then she pulls his head back up as Andy spits water all over.

ANDY:

(CHOKING)

F*** you... f*** you...

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JENNIFER:

Now is that any way to talk to a

lady?

And back down with his head - it is exhausting to watch.

WITH STANLEY:
As a single CROW shows up by his head.

He tries to look at the bird to see what it is doing, but he

can't move.

ON THE MONITOR:
The CROW has jumped onto Stanley's head -

looking at his eyes -- It begins to peck at them. Stanley

SCREAMS!

ON ANDY:

Andy continues to struggle. A few seconds later, Jennifer

returns, carrying a large bucket.

JENNIFER (CONT'D)

I'm impressed. You got a lot of

fight in you. Let's see how you do

now.

Jennifer brings forth the bucket.

ANDY:

Wha-- what is that?

JENNIFER:

oh, just some lye I found laying

around.

ANDY:

Jesus, please, what the - no!

Jennifer pours the lye into the bucket - the fumes make Andy

gag. But he holds his neck up as long as he can - he does

not want to put his face down.

Jennifer come around in front of him.

JENNIFER:

Let's see how long you can keep

that pretty little face of yours.

Andy strains to keep his head faced at her.

ANDY:

F*** you.

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JENNIFER:

You already did that. I didn't

enjoy it much. Now it's my turn to

f*** you.

Andy's neck is straining to keep his head out.

JENNIFER (CONT'D)

That's an awfully big head you got.

Your neck must be getting tired.

Every vein in his neck now bulges. Andy's eyes start to

water with tears.

ANDY:

(STRAINED)

Please...

JENNIFER:

Andy?

ANDY:

Wh--what...

JENNIFER:

F*** you.

Andy's neck gives out dunking his head in the lye bath. He

writhes with pain as he lifts it back out - BEET RED and

BURNING--

ANDY:

Ahhhhhhh!!!

Jennifer laughs and walks out of the shack as Andy gasps,

chokes and spits for his life as-

STANLEY'S head is covered in crows.

86 EXT. DILAPIDATED HOUSE - DUSK 86

The crows jump all over pecking at Stanley's eyes, his cheeks

- he is a bloody mess as he lets out a final guttural scream!

A86 INT. DILAPIDATED HOUSE - DUSK A86

Andy's body continues to writhe in pain. With yet another

burst of strength he lifts his head out of the lye-bath

revealing a face burnt red, puffy, oozing puss, skin flaking

off and his eyes are a ghastly, milky white, p*ssy, and

bloody.

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Finally his body stops convulsing. His head and midsection

drop into the water. Blood seeps up the surface from his

mouth.

B86 EXT. DILAPIDATED HOUSE - DAY B86

Stanley is dead. His one eye stares straight ahead. Where the

other one should be, blood has poured all the way to the

ground.

C86 INT. DILAPIDATED HOUSE - DAY C86

Andy is dead.

EXT. DILAPIDATED HOUSE - NIGHT

The house is quiet now. A light bulb flickers from inside.

B87 INT. SERVICE STATION - MORNING B87

Johnny site at his desk, a phone planted to his ear.

JOHNNY:

.since when? Since last night...

No Sheriff, I ain't heard from 'em.

Johnny notices something in his small surveillance TV.

ANGLE ON TV:
A truck pulls up to the station, a hot woman in

a skimpy outfit gets out of the truck. She pops the hood

obscuring her once she does.

Johnny sits up in his seat.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Look, like I said, as soon as

dipshit or fuckface show up or call

in, I'll let you know. ASAP. Now I

got a customer.

Johnny hangs up and walks out of the station.

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87 EXT. SERVICE STATION - MORNING 87

A truck is parked at the pump. Its hood is up and a woman

leans over the engine. Her ass is perfectly framed in a

tight miniskirt, from which two, long flawless legs descend

into a pair of blood-red high heels.

Johnny walks over to her, wiping his hands on his bandana as

the woman shimmies her hips, almost inviting him to approach

her. And Johnny, being Johnny, doesn't need much.

Johnny is close enough to touch her. He snickers a bit,

never taking his eyes off her ass.

JOHNNY:

Can I fill it up for you, ma'am?

The woman wears sunglasses and slowly turns to Johnny.

Johnny takes a long look from bottom to top - and when he

gets to her face - it registers - but before he can do

anything, Jennifer swings a tire iron and catches him right

across the jaw.

A handful of teeth, ejected by a spurt of fresh blood as

Johnny falls face-first into the ground.

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