I Spit on Your Grave Page #3

STANLEY, one of Johnny and Andy's buddies, walks up behind

Andy. He's balding and overweight, and digs into a bag of

pork rinds.

STANLEY:

Howdy ma'am.

He leans into Andy who continues playing his harp.

ANDY:

I'd sop that up with a biscuit real

good.

Jennifer turns away from the garage and looks back at Johnny,

who is still awaiting her answer.

JENNIFER:

Uh... no. I mean yes.

As she glances to the gas pump, Johnny looks her up and down.

She is definitely something to look at.

Johnny places his hand on the hood of the car. Glances to

the guys, then back to her.

JOHNNY:

You know, you're running a little

hot. Want me to uh... maybe I

should check under your hood?

Jennifer almost laughs at the way that sounded.

JENNIFER:

How's that line working for you?

The gas pump clicks off interrupting. But Johnny just stands

there looking at her.

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JOHNNY:

I don't know, how's it working for

you?

Johnny saunters over to the pump and in a phallic manner,

pulls the pump out. It gets laughs from the peanut gallery.

Jennifer looks away, a line has been crossed. She looks to

the pump again. $19.78.

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JENNIFER:

Let me just...

Jennifer fumbles into her purse when the map falls from her

hands.

JOHNNY:

I'll get that.

JENNIFER:

No I got it--

Johnny gets uncomfortably close to Jennifer at the rear door

of the car when--

HONK -- HONK -- HONK - The SUV's deafening alarm blares out.

Johnny's startled, stumbles backwards, trips and goes

sprawling to the ground.

Jennifer, controlling laughter, holds up her keys and clicks

the alarm off.

Johnny is covered in dust and oil, struggling to get to his

feet while maintaining a shred of dignity. Jennifer

chuckles.

JENNIFER (CONT'D)

Sorry. I accidentally hit the

panic button. Are you okay?

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