I Spit on Your Grave Page #5

She told me. She said she's

gonna have to cut down on my tips.

( exhales )

What else is new, Matthew?

Nothing.

That's the latest.

Have you guys been riding

by her place Iately?

I suggested it to Stan.

He refused.

It might be a trap.

They might suspect us.

Since criminals always return

to the scene of the crime.

They might be there

waiting for us.

What f***ing idiots

you guys are.

It's been two weeks, man.

Two 90 deg weeks.

You know what two weeks

like that does to a dead body?

The body will decompose.

Yeah, and it will poison the air

with a stench, Matthew,

that can be smelled for hundreds

and hundreds of yards around,

a stench that's a hell of a lot worse

than your f***ing sh*t.

Tell me, Matthew,

where did you stab her?

- Here. Where you told me to.

- How deep?

Deep, real deep.

This deep.

Maybe she's really dead.

Maybe she crawled into somewhere

before she collapsed and died, huh?

It could be.

Maybe she went to the basement

where there's no air.

I stabbed her.

I did.

There was blood all over.

I had to jump over

the puddles.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Go on, Matthew.

Have your ice cream.

I don't want it anymore.

You better have it.

'Cause I want you to stay cool.

I'm gonna send you

on a mission, Matthew,

a very important mission.

I can't. I can't!

I can't stand to look

at dead people.

Ask me anything,

but not that.

You killed one yourself!

Man, you are really gonna

f*** us up with your loud mouth.

Hey, Stanley.

Come on, Stanley.

Hey, the beer's on me, huh?

Come on, gimme a smile.

One of your handsome

ladykiller smiles.

Thattababy.

You and Stanley...

( sighs )

are gonna go.

In the Marines

we call it reconnaissance.

Okay?

You come back

with me to the station, okay?

All right.

- F***ing idiot! God damn you!

- ( whimpering )

No no no no!

- Prick. Prick!

- Son of a b*tch!

F***ing a**hole.

- Jerk!

- My glasses. My glasses!

- Where did my glasses--

- What a piece of cowshit.

F***ing idiot!

Take your f***ing glasses.

F***! Bastard!

F***ing ass!

Get the f*** out of here!

- Go on, get out of here!

- Dumb sh*t!

( horn honks )

- Prick!

- If I ever see you here again,

- I'm gonna bust your ass.

- Little bastard!

Goddamn imbecile.

( panting )

( church organ playing )

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

- Daddy!

- Daddy!

Johnny:
Hey!

Daddy, tell him to give me back

my dollar. He stole my dollar.

- Boy:
I didn't. He's lying.

- Johnny:
Hey! Hey hey!

Yahooooo!

Girl:
Daddy, tell him

to give me back my dollar.

- I didn't steal her dollar.

- Come on, kids, cut it out.

Girl:

I'm gonna get you.

- Johnny:
Hi, honey.

- Woman:
Hi.

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