I Spit on Your Grave

FADE IN:

1 OMITTED 1

EXT. CITY STREET - DAY

JENNIFER HILLS races down from a stoop, a suitcase rolling

along behind her. Even dressed down, this city girl can't

hide her natural beauty and panache.

She makes her way across the street and to an SUV. she opens

the trunk and tosses in the suitcase among several other

bags.

She closes it, and walks to the driver's side. We see that

the entire cargo bay of the SUV is filled with boxes and

personal affects.

Al INT. SUV, CITY STREET - DAY Al

Jennifer gets in and slams the door shut. she takes a moment

to think, to breathe. Something is weighing heavily on her

mind.

After a beat, she glances up to the rearview mirror and looks

at herself. She take a long, deep, cleansing breath, and

then she turns the key in the ignition and starts the car.

B1 EXT. SUV, CITY STREET - DAY Bl

The SUV drives off down the city street.

C1 EXT. CITY OVERPASS - DAY C1

The SUV carves its way through traffic as the city looms in

the background, growing more distant by the second.

2 INT. CAR, RURAL ROAD - DAY 2

The midday sun bakes the landscape as Jennifer drives through

a country road. A stark contrast from the city, and

absolutely breathtaking.

GPS SYSTEM:

Turn right up ahead.

Jennifer squints out the front windshield. The streets are

all unpaved and none of them are marked with street signs.

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Finally, Jennifer pulls into the driveway of a small house.

She picks up a piece of paper from the passenger seat, checks

the address on the house, and gets out of the car.

3 EXT. EARL'S PLACE - DAY 3

Jennifer walks up the crumbling steps of the house. On the

screen door, a wire holds a wooden sign that reads; OPEN.

The screen door SQUEAKS loudly as Jennifer pulls it open.

JENNIFER:

Hello?

Jennifer cautiously steps inside.

4 INT. EARL'S PLACE - DAY 4

The sunlight shines through the dirty curtains. Dust clouds

hang motionless in the air, as if suspended in a solution.

Scattered across the floor are a variety of electronics in

various stages of disrepair. A handful of old, picture tube

TVs with their plastic casings cracked.

JENNIFER:

Hello?

Jennifer walks in further, trying to not step on anything.

JENNIFER (CONT'D)

Hello?

EARL (O.S.)

I'm a coming, I'm a coming.

From out of the back walks the proprietor, EARL (late-50's),

takes a double take at Jennifer, surely the prettiest thing

he's seen in a long while. He sees her standing in the

middle of the mess, suddenly aware of it. He bends down to

pick something up in a futile attempt to clean.

EARL (CONT'D)

Sorry about the mess.

JENNIFER:

It's fine, really. I'm Jennifer

Hills. We spoke last week.

(NO RECOGNITION)

I'm the one who's renting the cabin

on...

(MORE)

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JENNIFER (CONT'D)

(Jennifer holds a piece of paper)

.on Mockingbird Trail.

Earl's surprised.

EARL:

Oh, you're Miss Hills.

Earl walks over to a cabinet against the wall, opens a small

drawer and takes out a key.

EARL (CONT'D)

Don't suppose you know how to get

out there?

JENNIFER:

Afraid not.

Earl hands her the key. Earl pulls a map with some hand-drawn

arrows already on it.

EARL:

Alright, listen up 'cause it's a bit

tricky.

(BEAT)

These here arrows will get you

through town. Over here, it's more

dirt road and woods so it can get

kind of dicey. We're a tad short

on street signs.

JENNIFER:

Well if I get lost I'll just ask

for directions.

EARL:

To who? Lady, the cabin is a real

beaut, but heck if there ain't

nothin' out there for a good

country mile.

JENNIFER:

(JOKING)

Well, I guess I don't have to worry

about bothering the neighbors.

EARL:

Not planning on throwing a party,

are ya? The security deposit...

JENNIFER:

No, no. I'm looking forward to the

peace and quiet. I'm a novelist.

I'm starting my next book.

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