I Spit on Your Grave III: Vengeance is Mine

What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?

No, no, no.

Come here.

Angie.

I'm sorry, what?

Group therapy. Have you thought any more about it?

I really think that it would help you to spend some time around people

who share your experience.

No, no, no!

My experience?

Dreams again?

Do we have to do this today?

Yes.

Okay.

Prance, showhorse.

Sweetie!

Hey, Angie. Hey, Angie, wait up.

Please don't call me that.

Come on, what is it? I mean, do I smell?

I have bad breath?

I just don't like to be called Angie.

One minute. What happened to you?

I'm just trying to be friends here.

- Why? - What's wrong with being friendly?

- Jesus. - Go make friends with Gloria.

- Or Saperstein. - You're really tough.

Look, not everybody's trying to get into your pants.

No, not everyone. But you are.

Nice tits.

Great ass, too.

Damn, girl.

Where you running to all fast like that, huh, girl?

Looking good.

Take you to the back of Dingo's car. Ain't that right, Dingo?

Yeah.

Whoa, where you going?

Name's Chief, baby.

What's your name?

Damn!

Oh, you ain't got... you ain't got no name.

Okay. That's cool, too, baby.

If you're having dreams when you're awake,

that means you're crazy, doesn't it?

Not necessarily.

Are you having dreams while you're awake?

More like fantasies.

What do you fantasize about?

Justice.

What about it?

You don't feel that you've received justice?

Justice isn't something you receive.

It's something you dish out.

Is that from a fortune cookie?

Out there, it's all predators and prey.

You're either one or the other.

What about friends?

Everybody's after something.

Protection. Companionship. Whatever.

But you're either getting or giving no matter what you call it.

That may be a bit narrow.

You don't believe in altruism?

You mean the do-gooders?

Can't stand the do-gooders.

They're the ones who think they really aren't after anything.

They just want to be friends.

Like that's some magical gift to the universe with no strings attached.

Pretty bleak world view.

There's always strings attached.

- Need a lift? - No.

Come on, Angie... Angela. Angela.

You know, if you ask really nicely,

I'm sure Saperstein will give you a handy in the supply closet.

Look, not every guy is an asshole.

But you'll never know that if you don't give somebody a chance.

They say that rape is about power, not sex,

but that's kind of bullshit.

Of course it's about sex.

It's very specifically about sex.

To hurt you as deeply as possible.

Complete devastation.

Like when soldiers don't just defeat their enemy,

they burn their villages and foul their water supply, you know?

Don't just kill the natives, kill the buffalo.

Kill what's sacred to them so the body is just a shell

to be crushed beneath your boot.

Thank you so much for sharing with us this night, Mallory.

Your views are always... illuminating.

I do want to take a moment

to welcome a new member to the group tonight.

Everyone, this is Angela.

Hi, Angela.

Now, Angela, as this is a sacred space

where it is safe to share, I do invite you to share with us tonight.

I'd rather not.

That's okay. There's no pressure here.

Everybody participates at their own pace.

Now might be a good time to take a quick potty break

and let you caffeine drinkers get your fix of free coffee.

Are you all right, dear?

Hi.

I'm Oscar Kosca.

Spelled with a SCA but pronounced like a Z.

Nobody gets it right.

Angela Jitrenka.

Ah, it's Czech, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, Jitrenka. It means morning star.

Like Lucifer.

I'm sorry?

Lucifer was also called Morning Star.

Venus is actually the morning star

since it precedes the sun in the sky, but the Romans called it Lux Ferre.

Lucifer.

I thought he was the devil.

And God's most beautiful angel before the fall.

One of the avenging angels, actually.

You know a lot about this.

Well, my daughter,

she knew all the angels.

She knew their names. She knew which one was for what.

You know, all that stuff.

Her room was just covered with angels.

Just wings and...

and I'm sorry. Excuse me.

She's dead.

His daughter, I mean.

The guy who raped her got off on some technicality.

She killed herself. Cops and lawyers, right?

He's way fucked up.

I need a smoke. Want one?

First time?

No, but it's been a while.

First group.

Yeah.

Don't worry. I won't ask.

I'm sure I'll hear all about it in one of our little weep sessions.

How do you stand it?

Ha, it's better than slitting my wrists.

I think.

Look, it's not...

I mean, I keep coming back, you know?

It must be doing something.

But some days...

some days I'd rather not think about it.

You know? Of course, if I could do that,

I wouldn't be here in the first place.

Maybe I'll see you around.

You're not going back in?

I've had enough victims for one night.

See you next time, maybe.

What's up, baby girl?

I waited for you all night.

What's the matter, sweetie?

Got something special for you.

Something special?

I hope you've got a tennis bracelet down your pants,

'cause there sure ain't nothing special about your cock.

It is a cock, right?

It's not just like a little puffy pussy?

Back off, bitch.

Oh, is that the best you got?

You're never gonna get laid with game like that, Chief.

Get a job and a nice car,

not that piece of shit I see you driving around in.

If you want pussy, you're gonna have to pay for it

'cause I really can't see anybody fucking you for free.

Dykes.

It's a sad thing when a straight woman

would rather eat pussy than fuck your sorry ass.

Ooh! Shit!

What the fuck was that, man?

Don't mind them.

Their cocks make them stupid.

It's true. I saw it in a documentary.

It sucks all the blood from their brains.

The bigger their dicks, the dumber they get.

He must be hung like a horse.

Come on, you're buying me a drink.

- I live right there. - Where?

- On 14th. - I'm on Elm.

No kidding? We should scissor each other.

Shut up.

So Chief's dad owns some, like, electronics franchise or something.

He's hardly an urban gangster.

Well, if it's an act, it scared me.

I mean, do they have mothers, sisters?

How do they learn to speak to women like that?

You know what? I don't give a shit how women are spoken to

or objectified by rap music lyrics or whatever.

I mean, people got raped in palaces where everybody spoke poetry.

I'd rather he talked to me like that than pretend.

At least it's honest. I mean, like, talking nice,

it is just, like, dressed-up bullshit.

Yeah.

- Like the do-gooders. - Huh?

Oh, nothing. There's this guy at my work who just wants to be friends.

Oh, yeah, he wants you to say hello to his little friend.

- His very little friend, most likely. - Yes.

No chance he's one of the good ones?

There are good ones?