I Spit on Your Grave Page #5
Jennifer site at the end of the boat dock. Laptop and glass
of wine writing away. She couldn't be more content.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 8.
She takes a deep, replenishing breath, and then goes back to
WRITING--
CLOSE ON:
Words fly across the screen as Jennifer types at afurious pace. Blocks of text keep scrolling away.
Her fingers effortlessly swipe away at key after key, a
writer's high if you will.
Finally an exclamation point is stabbed with emphasis. Then
she hears a sound off in the trees.
She looks out and hears a very distant few notes of a
harmonica. Then a few even more distant "heeeeeeweeeee".
After a beat she innocently smiles figuring it's just some
boys off in the distance having a party or something.
Jennifer leans back, smiles briefly and pour herself a glass
of wine.
11 EXT. CABIN, FRONT PORCH - DUSK 11
Jennifer sits at the table, her laptop propped open in front
of her. She's talking away on the phone as she stops for a
moment to take a sip from a glass of red wine.
JENNIFER:
(INTO PHONE)
.Lonely? Are you kidding? I
should've come out here on my first
book...
The wind kicks up and a in the distance a door is slammed
shut. It startles jennifer. She looks in the direction of the
sound.
JENNIFER (CONT'D)
Sorry, something just...
Another slam, and again.
JENNIFER (CONT'D)
(INTO PHONE)
Barb, hold on a minute...
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 8A.
Jennifer sets down her lap top and puts the glass of wine on
the arm of the chair. She gets up and looks off into the
dusky woods. Then back to the house.
A light breeze kicks up and SLAM. Again.
JENNIFER (CONT'D)
(INTO PHONE)
Let me call you back.
ISOYG PINK 10/29/09 9.
Jennifer snaps the phone shut, and walks down the steps of
the front porch.
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