Deranged Page #4

Don't be afraid. Come on.

I'm not gonna hurt you, honest.

Here we go now.

Come on, this way.

They all want to meet you,

have a little something to eat.

My mama says you can tell

a lot about someone

by the way they eat.

Here we are now.

Go on. Go on.

It's all set up for you.

That's your place there

at the end.

Go on.

Go on.

Won't you sit down,

please, ma'am?

Mama, this is Mary Ransom.

I think she likes you.

Ain't nothing

to be afraid of, Mary.

Shoot, we do all the things

we used to do.

Why, the ladies here,

they play bridge out on the porch.

We laugh and eat.

There's practical considerations, too.

They help me make things.

See this?

That ain't catgut.

This part comes from right down here.

See the drum?

That's a belly drum.

I'm just trying to show you

I got talents, too.

I may not be handsome like some of them

other fellows you meet up there, but...

You know, 10:
1 says you'll feel

a lot better if you eat something.

I would eat, but I can't.

- How come?

- My hands.

Oh.

That's true, ain't it?

But... but if I untie you,

you'll... you'll try something.

No, I won't.

I promise.

Well...

Ez, that's not a very nice way

to treat your bride, is it?

Ez, is it?

Gosh.

No, it sure ain't.

I really love you, Mary.

I love you, too, Ez.

I knew you did.

I knew deep down you did.

I'll do everything.

You just... just rest.

Just sleep.

Call me when you want something.

You'll always... be protected.

I'll put you on a pedestal.

Hurry, Ez. Ez, untie my hands,

so I can touch you, too.

Mary.

No.

No!

No!

Mama! Mama!

'The only clue left to the police

'in the disappearance

of Mary Ransom

'was her parked car

with the two rear tyres slashed.

'Hardly astonishing, then,

that no one ever thought of Ezra Cobb

'as a suspect

in the barmaid's disappearance.

'If only they had.'

Well, well, well, well,

well, well, well.

Guess they ain't never gonna

stop talking about that.

Talking about what?

That... that dang fool barmaid,

that Mary what's-her-name.

Don't they know they ain't never

gonna find that girl now?

Missing like that for that long,

they ought to know better.

- She ain't missing.

- You got a theory, too.

She ain't missing.

- I got her.

- You got her?

I got her.

Ez, what do you mean,

you got her?

Out at my place.

Mama, Miss Johnson,

a lot of others, too.

Ez, you cut out that kind of talk!

I just didn't want you

to worry about her, that's all.

I ain't worried about her.

Besides that, there wouldn't be

nothing to worry about anyway

if you had her,

that's for dang sure.

You wouldn't know what to do with her

if she sat right down in your lap.

Now, Ez, you cut out

that crazy talk.

- I was only joking.

- It ain't very funny.

You're gonna get yourself

locked up in the poky.

Hello, Dad. I'm home.

- Hi there, son. Afternoon, Sally.

- Hi, Mr Kootz.

Hello, Ezra.

Do you know Sally?

No, sir, sure don't.

Hello, Sally.

- Hi.

- Listen, I'll be back in a minute.

Sally here works down

at Anderson's hardware store.

Gonna slip us a few free shells,

ain't you, Sally, huh?

No, sir. I can't do that.

You can sure give us

a little discount, can't you?

- Sorry, I can't do that, either.

- Well, what am I gonna do?

I mean, hunting season

starts next week.

Ez, what am I gonna do?

I gotta buy myself some shells,

I gotta get some traps,

gotta get a whole bunch of gear.

Actually, I wish they didn't sell

that stuff down there.

I really don't like it.

How come you don't like it?

Well, you know, I just don't like

the idea of shooting animals

and trapping them and...

Aw, Sally's soft-hearted.

- Aw, so is Ezra. Ain't you, Ez, huh?

- Yes, sir.

You know, honey, if we didn't shoot 'em,

they'd just starve to death.

Got to keep that balance,

you know?

Don't you worry about them deer, Sally.

They don't feel nothing.

I'll never believe that.

Come on, Sal.

Let's get going.

- OK, Mr Kootz.

- Bye, Sal. See you later, son.

- See you, Dad.

- Bye.

- Good day, Ezra.

- Hello, Ezra.

Coming hunting with us today, Ez?

Oh, no, I'm...

I'm just gonna get

some antifreeze.

We'll all need some

if we keep standing around out here.

- Morning, Sally.

- Oh, good morning.

Do I get my change,

or do I have to pay for that, too?

I'm sorry. Thank you.

Why did you do that, Brad?

That is a beauty.

Hey, Ez, come over here. Have a look.

Is that a beauty

or is that a beauty?

Pow!

Oh, Ez.

You feel that.

You just snuggle up to that, Ez.

A fella could hit just about anything

that moves with that, wouldn't he?

Yep.

It's nice, all right.

That's sure got to be

an understatement, I guess.

The only thing wrong with you is

you don't know nothing about guns.

'Cause if you did,

you'd sure see

what a beautiful piece of work

this here thing is.

Yes siree, it sure is that.

Oh, yeah.

Well, me and Brad better get

the hell out of here

or all them damn deer

will be gone to Florida.

- OK, will you stick those on the bill, Sal?

- Fine.

- You got everything you need, son?

- Yeah.

- Hey, Ez?

- Huh?

You sure you won't come

with us now?

- Where you going?

- Up east Old Landridge Road.

Oh. No, thanks.

Always had good luck

up there, Ez.

No, I don't like that stuff.

OK. So long.

We'll be back later

to fill up the thermos.

- See you later.

- All right. Bye-bye.

Um, just the antifreeze?

Would you like anything else, Ezra?

I was gonna look around.

Oh, that's fine. Take your time.

What are you doing, Ez?

Stop.

Brad!

Brad, help me, please!

Brad! Brad!

Brad, help me.

Brad.

Brad, help.

No!

No!

No! No!

Oh, no. Please, no.

Please. Please, no.

Hey, Dad!

Dad, come in here quick!

We bought some stuff

and then we went out

to the Old Landridge Road.

Well, according to the register,

you and he were her last customers.

- Us?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ezra bought some antifreeze.

- Yeah!

- Said he was gonna take it out to his...

- Who, Ezra Cobb?

He was still here when we left.

Daddy, I'll bet he did something.

- I'll bet he did.

- Who, Ez? He wouldn't.

- You know Ez wouldn't do nothing like this.

- He's crazy enough to do anything.

I've known Ez for 25 years,

and I tell you, he could not do a thing...

Suppose we all go out

to his place and take a look?

- Yeah, let's go.

- Come on.

Ezra!

'Ezra!'

The wages of sin is death.

Do you know what God done then,

don't you, boy?

He burned 'em in hell!

Death! Death! Death!

Oh, no!

Vengeance within demanding

Whose is the voice I hear?

Sweetly, the songs are calling

Open the door for me

'Several nights later,

a group of townspeople,

'reportedly led by Harlan Kootz,

under cover of night,

'burned the Cobb farm

to the ground.'

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