I Spit on Your Grave Page #4
JOHNNY:
I'm fine.
Johnny looks away, angry. He's certainly not the type of guy
who can laugh at himself easily, if at all. From the garage,
Stanley and Andy point at him and guffaw.
ANDY:
(from the garage)
underwear, Johnny.
Stanley smiles and elbows Andy, but his mouth is too full
with pork rinds to actually laugh.
STANLEY:
Yea... Check um' for skidmarks...
Johnny shoots him a harsh look.
Jennifer hands Johnny a twenty. Trying to contain her
laughter.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 6A.
JENNIFER:
Sure you okay?
Johnny's eyes are cold, his face red.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 7.
JOHNNY:
I said I was fine.
Suddenly, Jennifer grows uneasy. She smiles uncomfortably,
gets in the car and drives away.
Johnny takes a bandana from his pocket and wipes his brow.
He watches Jennifer's car disappear and spits on the ground
as the laughter escalates in her absence. Johnny spins.
JOHNNY (CONT'D)
What the hell are you two dipshits
laughing at?!
Jennifer arrives at the cabin. She gets out of her car and
stands there, looking up at it. In slight disrepair and in
need of a paint job but the quaint charm makes you quickly
forget its shortcomings.
Jennifer walks in with her bags, looks around the cabin.
It's rustic, but she's hardly roughing it.
9 INT. CABIN, THE KITCHEN - DAY 9
She starts unpacking. A few cardboard boxes with non-
perishable food items sit on the counter next to cases of
bottled water. Also, there's a large wine case with
different liquor bottles in the sections. Jennifer takes out
a bottle of top shelf vodka and puts it in the freezer.
Then she begins to grab the wine bottles, taking an extra
second to look at one, the hell with it, she grabs an opener.
Jennifer sets up her laptop at a make-shift workstation.
Throws some freshly cut flowers in a small vase, a few lucky
figurines from her travels... it all feels very ritualistic.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"I Spit on Your Grave" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 5 May 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/i_spit_on_your_grave_259>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In