Fried Green Tomatoes Page #7

Beat 'em till

they begged for mercy.

Towanda, the avenger!

After I wipe out

all the punks of this world,

I'll take on the wife beaters,

like Frank Bennett,

and machine gun

their genitals.

Towanda

will go on the rampage.

I'll put tiny bombs

in Penthouse and Playboy...

so they'll explode

when you open 'em.

I'll ban all fashion models

who weigh less than 130 pounds.

I'll give half the military

budget to people over 65...

and declare wrinkles

sexually desirable.

Towanda, righter of wrongs,

queen beyond compare!

How many of them

hormones you takin', honey?

Oh, when you give more

than you get

You're in danger

Well, honey,

what I can't

understand is...

how in the hell

you can hit someone...

six times

by accident.

Oh, Ed, don't make

such a big deal about it.

Who knows what evil lurks

within the hearts of men

When you find

that you're losin'

- What the hell is this?

- A low cholesterol meal.

Happy Valentine's.

That's danger and

heartbreak dead ahead

My God!

Are you tryin'to kill me?

If I was gonna kill ya,

I'd use my hands.

Stop in the

name of love

Before you

break my heart

Think it over

I'm worried about

my little friend Evelyn.

She said her husband...

will just be watching

his sports on TV...

and she has an urge to hit him

in the head with a baseball bat.

Hell, that

seems normal to me.

Hi, Janeen.

Mm-hmm.

Mrs. Threadgoode, would

you like some crudites?

Thank you, but this raw stuff

don't sit good with me.

Mrs. Threadgoode, you

have to tell me something.

Did Idgie murder Frank Bennett

or not? Hold your horses, honey.

Where were we?

You didn't kill Ed,

did ya?

Not yet.

Oh, good.

Anyway, five years had passed

since Frank Bennett disappeared.

And Smokey Lonesome been

missin'ever since that same terrible night.

I 'member the day

when he showed up again.

My God, son,

you're the spittin'

image of Ruth.

Buddy Threadgoode, Jr.

Nice to meet you, sir.

Well, sir,

Smokey Lonesome.

Curtis Smoote was making one

of his visits to Whistle Stop, Alabama,

still huntin'and peckin'

for any scrap of evidence...

about Frank Bennett's

whereabouts.

Who wants to begin? Oh, I do.

I do, Miss Ruth.

Thank you.

We'll begin

on page five.

Life has a funny

way of working things out.

Well, hey there!

Smokey!

Idgie?

Smokey Lonesome!

If it isn't old home week.

How are you? Well, I'm

rattlin' but I'm rollin'.

What brings you to these

parts? Smell of good cookin'.

Hey, Smokey.

Sipsey. Let me fix you some lunch.

You know just about everybody

except Curtis Smoote.

He's the officer from

over at Valdosta, Georgia.

He's been lookin' for the same man for

almost 5 years. Very stubborn fella.

He loves our barbecue.

Mommy! Mommy!

Buddy.

Everybody

outta the way.

Give him here.

Let him go. I've got him.

Come on. You're

gonna be all right.

Open the door!

Put him in the

car. It's all right, honey.

I can understand...

having a funeral

for an arm.

I just don't know why she

insists on callin' him "Stump."

She say everybody

else gonna be callin'him that...

so we might just as well

be the first.

Okay, ice cream

and cake for everybody.

Go on.

My daddy always used to say there

was a separate God for children.

The good Lord was

watchin' over stump that day.

But then it started to rain

that month.

It rained and rained, and it

flooded parts of Whistle Stop.

That's why Grady's deputies stumbled

onto Frank Bennett's pickup truck,

and I just knew Idgie'd

never get out of this mess.

Now, you in or out? Remember,

I didn't take any cards.

Look at me and

let me see your face.

Idgie, I have to talk

to you. You're bluffin'.

Why don't you sit in? I'll deal

you a new hand. Gladys won't mind.

In private, Idgie.

Excuse us, Ruth.

A-ha. I'm just tryin' to teach

you not to fall for any tricks.

You're doin'

a great job.

What's your hurry?

And what is

so important?

What's that?

Somebody found Frank

Bennett's truck in the river.

What's that got

to do with me?

Officially, you and Big George

are under arrest for murder.

You're in my custody

until tomorrow.

I'm supposed to take you to

Georgia first thing in the morning.

Unless, of course...

Well, some people have

been known to pack up...

and sneak out of town

in the middle of the night.

What about Big George?

Well, the way

I figure it,

they'd be satisfied

if they had him.

Idgie,

this is serious.

We're talkin'

murder of a white man.

Someone's

gonna have to pay.

Nobody wants

to hang a woman.

No deal.

Idgie, I know how you feel

about Big George.

Hell, we all do.

But these just

the facts of life.

I can't do that.

Take me to jail

if you have to.

Well, that's what

I thought you'd say...

'cause you're absolutely,

unconditionally,

positively the most stubborn

person I've known in my life.

Idgie and Big George went

to the county jail in Valdosta...

to await trial for

the murder of Frank Bennett.

They didn't have

to wait too long.

Did you know Frank Bennett? No, sir.

You mean, you

never met the man...

whose wife, Ruth, is your

business partner? That's right.

You never threatened to kill

Frank Bennett at his home...

in front of his hired man

in June of 1932?

The same Frank Bennett you did not

know. Oh, that was me, all right.

I thought you wanted to know if we'd

ever met... and the answer is no.

Um, I threatened

to kill him,

but we were never, what you

might say, properly introduced.

Is it not true that in September

of 1932 you came to Valdosta...

and took Frank Bennett's wife and

child back to Alabama with you?

Um... just the wife.

The child came later.

How much later? The usual. Nine months.

I suggest that you bribed...

this poor, weak woman with

promises of liquor and money,

and she lost control

of her senses momentarily.

When her husband came back

to get her and take her home,

you and your colored man

murdered him in cold blood.

No, sir.

Well, where were you on the

night of September 30, 1933?

I was at the town hall

doing a show.

And after that? I was

at my mother's house.

Oh, yeah?

Who was with you?

Just Big George and myself. What about

your mother? Can she confirm that?

No, sir.

She died a year ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But do you expect 12 intelligent

men to believe you,

although one witness is dead and

the other is a colored man,

known to be a worthless,

no-good, lying n*gger?

You expect these men

to take your word for it...

Just because

you say so?

That's right, you gump-faced,

blown-up, baboon-assed bastard!

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