I Spit on Your Grave Page #6
JOHNNY:
(SEETHING)
You don't think I could have her
anytime I want?
Andy looks away and begins to reel in his line. Stanley
stuffs his face with some crap so he doesn't have to answer.
JOHNNY (CONT'D)
B*tch like that comes up here for
one reason. Sitting in that
window, tits flapping in the wind
for all to see. You know?
MATTHEW:
Nah... She's not like that, Johnny.
Johnny snorts, condescendingly.
JOHNNY:
How do you know, ya f***in' virgin?
Let me tell you something. They're
all like that! F***ing big city
cock-teasing whore is all she is.
He flicks his cigarette and it sizzles out in the water. Then
he gets right up in Matthew's face.
JOHNNY (CONT'D)
You'd have no idea what to do with
a piece of ass like that. But
luckily I'm your friend.
Johnny hands him a beer and pats him on the back firmly.
Jennifer writes away at the dining room table. She's on a
tear. A "writer's zone" where everything she types is gold.
She hits the "return" key hard, as if to punctuate a
particularly good sentence. She picks up some lip gloss and
puts it on.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 20.
She leans back to take a break when her eye catches the cell
phone sitting on the table. She picks the phone up, flips it
open - It's still completely dead.
In frustration, she throws the phone across the room. It
hits the couch right next to the duffle bag. She smiles
mischievously to herself.
Jennifer reaches inside and withdraws a sandwich bag filled
with pot and rolling papers. She expertly rolls herself a
joint and lights it up. She closes her eyes. Bliss.
24 EXT. CABIN - NIGHT -- LATER 24
From a distance, the cabin looks like a star twinkling in the
night sky. Trees sway in the breeze, dappling the light.
Jennifer's head is slouched over her desk. She passed out.
Suddenly, A SCRATCHING NOISE at the front door.
CLOSE ON:
Jennifer's eyes flit open as -Jennifer jumps awake and walks over to check the door,
glancing at the clock as she goes. 4:14 am.
Jennifer gets to the door and listens, Nothing. She tries
to look out... nothing.
She turns to walk back when the scratching returns -
Jennifer takes a few steps back toward the door. Again, the
noise stops.
JENNIFER:
Hello?
Silence. Jennifer rises up on her toes and looks out the
glass window of the front door. The porch is deserted.
Jennifer opens the door slowly.
Jennifer looks outside but nothing is there. Just a gentle
breeze and the sway of the trees. Satisfied, she walks out
onto the front porch, then down the steps. She hugs herself
and shivers, then she returns inside.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 21.
27 INT. CABIN, FRONT DOOR - NIGHT 27
Jennifer shuts the front door and locks it. Then she yanks
on the door, just to make sure.
She walks back in grabbing her glass and bottle when --
The SCRAPING sound again, but this time, from UPSTAIRS.
Jennifer looks up, hoping that she imagined it. But there it
is again. She sets the bottle and glass down on the end table
next to the couch and then grabs a can of MACE from her purse
on the couch.
30 INT. CABIN, STAIRCASE - NIGHT 30
She walks slowly, holding the mace directly in front of her.
Eventually, Jennifer gets to the top of the stairs.
At the far end of the hallway is an open window. A branch
from outside scrapes against the windowsill.
Jennifer lets out a sigh of relief. She closes the window
and heads back downstairs.
31 INT. CABIN, KITCHEN - NIGHT 31
She puts the mace back in her purse, and then picks up her
drink walking to the kitchen when--
BANG! Something smashes into the sliding glass door--
Jennifer SCREAMS dropping the glass. It SHATTERS.
With more than a hint of trepidation, Jennifer heads towards
THE SIDE DOOR.
With all the courage she can muster up, Jennifer unlocks the
door and steps outside.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 22.
32 EXT. CABIN, BACK PORCH - NIGHT 32
The side porch light acts as a spotlight, illuminating the
culprit -- a lone bird lies motionless on the ground.
Jennifer bends down and picks up a small branch from the
porch. She gives the bird a small poke... nothing. But her
uneasiness is growing. Suddenly... SLAM!
She jumps and looks to the shed, the door is open again and
swinging. She looks to it thinking, "I shut that already..."
She moves off the porch and toward the shed.
33 EXT. CABIN, SHED - NIGHT 33
Jennifer walks to the shed, it feels longer in the dark. She
looks around to the tree line, could be something out there,
an animal, who knows.
She reaches the shed and shuts the door again. She searches
the ground and sees a large stone.
She picks up the stone and shoves it against the door.
Satisfied, she heads back.
Jennifer immediately goes over to her table where the laptop
is set up. She shuffles some papers around when-
Something on her laptop screen catches her attention. She
leans forward, brow furrowed.
ON LAPTOP SCREEN: A picture of Johnny, Stanley, and Andy
leering into the laptop's camera. Like a nightmarish photo
booth snapshot.
JOHNNY:
Nice shot huh?
Jennifer shrieks and spins around only to find --
Standing there, right inside the front door, is Johnny. He
smiles.
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