I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #4

- What are you doing?

- He's got his... I don't know.

That how she likes it?

You old f***.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Check it out.

Adult circumcision.

If you need a pole that long.

Eh, this is more like it.

This sh*t is just laying out.

Not locked up or anything,

no background checks to buy one,

and you can do some serious

damage with some of this.

See, I'm an old-fashioned girl

with simpler tastes.

Okay, okay, Madame Thor.

Simplicity.

Bare-knuckle simplicity.

- Ow! Ow!

- Oops.

Hey!

- A friend?

- Isn't that what you wanted?

It's not about what I want.

Oh, can we skip

the Freudian double-talk, please?

No, I call bullshit.

You make a friend and you say

it's 'cause I wanted it?

What do you want?

Nobody out there is gonna

ask you that question

'cause they don't give a sh*t.

Do you?

- Do I what?

- Give a sh*t.

You're a pain in the ass.

I believe that's Carl Jung

you're quoting, isn't it?

Do you trust her?

Do you feel like you

can trust a new person?

What about strings? You said

everybody has strings attached.

You still believe that?

Absolutely.

Bye. Have a good day, Ron.

Bye, honey.

- Cassie, you're not gonna say bye?

- Got a hug for Daddy?

Why are we here?

Bye.

I was curious.

Why?

Some people deserve

a dirty trick.

Like a real dirty trick.

And some people

aren't strong enough

to deliver it themselves.

What is wrong with you?

What is the matter?

I don't understand.

Sweetheart.

These are my favorite.

- Damn it, Ron.

- What?

How long have you

been doing this?

Uh, a couple days.

How'd you find him?

I followed Cassie.

Hey, my mom told me

that a good person does the right

thing even when no one is looking.

He's a real peach, ain't he?

Can we be done playing spy now?

Almost.

He goes home every day

for lunch.

Come on.

- Here, put this on.

- What is it?

Pardon me.

Oh, God!

Stop!

Here, take it.

It's all I've got.

- Take it. Take it.

- Whoo!

Oh, God.

Whoa, this is you, Ron?

God.

- Please, just take what...

- No. No.

No, Ron. I'm talking now.

You are listening.

Oh, this isn't your address,

but we already knew that.

You see,

we've been watching you

and we're gonna

keep watching you.

And if we see anything

we don't like,

we're gonna pay you a visit.

Do you understand, Ron?

- Please, just...

- Do you understand, Ron?!

Just say it. I can't talk.

Just say it.

I understand.

Please, just don't...

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Listening again.

Go to the cops, we'll find you.

Harass anyone, eyeball anyone,

so much as make one woman

feel slightly uncomfortable,

and we're gonna

make you regret it.

You are a piece of sh*t, Ron.

Quit being a piece of sh*t.

And if you don't, you will pay.

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