Fried Green Tomatoes Page #8

One more outburst like that...

and I'll hold you in contempt

of court. You understand?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Lord.

Next witness.

Did you know

that you were pregnant...

at the time

you left Valdosta?

Yes.

And yet, you tell us

over and over...

that you went with this

woman... willingly?

Yes. I wouldn't raise

my child with Frank Bennett.

But why?

Did this woman promise you money? No.

A bigger home?

No. No.

Then tell us,

Mrs. Bennett,

why would a respectable

Christian woman...

go anywhere with this Idgie

Threadgoode... I object.

Whose reputation

is known far and wide...

as a notorious liar

and drunkard?

- Objection!

- Sustained!

Why did you leave...

with Idgie Threadgoode

that day?

Answer the

question, Mrs. Bennett.

Because she...

She's the best friend

I ever had,

and I love her.

Thank you, Mrs.

Bennett. That will be all.

The defense

calls as its last witness...

the Rev.

Herbert Scroggins.

Place your right hand

on the Bible, please.

I brought my own,

if you don't mind.

You swear to tell the whole

truth and nothing but the truth?

I do.

You have

information about the whereabouts...

of Idgie Threadgoode and her

colored man, known as Big George,

on the night

of September 30, 1933?

Yes, sir,

I do.

It has been

suggested here...

that she and her colored man

were at her mother's house.

Can you confirm that?

No, sir. That is a lie.

Oh, sh*t.

It has been my

habit to write all the dates...

of the activities of

the church in my Bible.

I show that the night

of September 30, 1933...

was the start of our

annual revival...

down at the

Baptist campground.

Sister Threadgoode

was there...

along with her hired man,

George Pullman,

who was in charge of the

barbecue as he has been...

for the last ten years.

Objection.

That doesn't mean anything. Murder could've

taken place any time the next couple of days.

Have you ever been to one of

our revivals, sir? Well, no.

Do you attend church

regularly, sir?

'Course I do.

Good. Well, maybe if you

attended one of our revivals,

you'd know

they last three days...

and three nights,

Your Honor.

Approach the bench.

Percy, it don't look like

you got a case at all.

In the first place,

there's no body.

Second, we got us a preacher

nobody's gonna dispute.

But, Your Honor... I'm tellin' you.

What you got is a lot of nothing.

I say Frank

Bennett got himself drunk,

drove into the river and

was long ago eaten up...

and I don't give

a good goddamn!

What we got here is a

case of accidental death.

Case dismissed.

Whoo!

See you in church,

Sister?

Reverend.

I can't believe he

actually swore on a Bible.

Well, not really.

If that judge

had looked closer,

he'd have seen it was really

a copy of Moby Dick.

But why did he do it? For the sheer

joy of seeing you in church again...

which I suggested to him

might be your penance.

You didn't promise him,

did you? Yes, ma'am, I did.

And I never

break my word.

If I live 1,000 years,

I will never forgive you.

I don't know what's worse,

church or jail.

There now.

Don't you look pretty?

Oh, yes, honey.

You'll have me lookin' like

Ginger Rogers before you're done.

Don't let Mr. Dunaway see me.

He's liable to go wild.

I'm glad to see

you're in a good mood.

You've slimmed down quite a bit

in the last few weeks.

I'm just so happy Big George

and Idgie got off.

I would have killed Frank

Bennett if I could've.

Did anybody really

think she did it?

Some said yes,

some said no.

'Course the only one who really

knew was Frank Bennett.

And you know what they say.

Dead men tell no tales.

Towanda-a-a!

Evelyn, what in the hell

are you doing?

I need some light

and air.

Why don't you take one of

your walks or your jog...

or whatever it is

you do?

There's no dinner

either!

Ed, you have any idea why I've

been goin' to all these classes?

No. I've been trying

to save our marriage.

What's the point

of my tryin'...

if you're gonna sit on

your butt drinking beer...

and watching baseball,

basketball, football...

bowling and hockey

and golf...

and Challenge

of the Gladiators?

Mrs. Couch, I'm Sue,

Mrs. Otis'daughter-in-law.

How are you? I've heard about

you from Mrs. Threadgoode.

She is so sweet. She's been

lookin' after my mother-in-law.

Now, how is Mrs. Otis doin', by the way?

Much better, thank you. It takes

time getting used to a strange place.

I'm glad to hear it. Mrs.

Threadgoode's been anxious to get home.

Mrs. Couch, Mrs. Threadgoode

doesn't have a house anymore.

They tore that down. What?

They had to. It was falling

apart, and it was condemned.

Oh, no.

Does she know that? No, well, we

didn't see any point in telling her.

It would just break her heart,

poor old thing.

But I am so glad

I got a chance to meet you.

You take care of yourself now.

Bye-bye.

Oh, Evelyn, hey!

Hey.

Do you like

my roses?

Since I can't get home

to look at my own roses...

I made myself

a paper garden.

Got everything but the

bugs. They're lovely.

You been here long?

Happy birthday!

Oh! I shouldn't have woken you up.

'Course you should've. Don't you never let

me sleep through a visitor's day, honey.

I look forward to them all

week. So do I, Mrs. Threadgoode.

Oh! I can't

believe you remembered.

You made me

fried green tomatoes!

Mmm!

They're delicious.

It's your recipe. Are they

cold? No. They're just the way...

we used to have 'em at

the Whistle Stop Cafe. Mmm!

You couldn't be sweeter to me

if you was my own daughter.

Here's your napkin.

And wait-wait-wait.

Queen, queen.

You know,

I don't feel 83.

It sorta slipped up on me.

I never expected

to live this long.

'Course, the Lord takes us home

when he wants us.

Are you all right?

I was thinking

about Ruth.

After the trial

was over,

everything went back

to normal...

till that fall

when Ruth lost her appetite.

By the time Doc Hadley

looked at her,

he said the cancer was so bad

she only had a couple of weeks.

Well, we moved her

to the Threadgoode house...

and put her downstairs

so she'd be more comfortable.

Sipsey moved in with her

and never left her side.

Hold on, baby. I'm right here.

Idgie just prayed for a miracle.

Now, listen to me.

Make sure he graduates.

And don't... let him

come to the funeral.

I don't want him going

through that mess.

Would you quit talkin'

like that?

What funeral?

You're gonna be back on

your feet feelin' just fine...

in just a few days.

Just you wait.

Oh, what's the matter,

son?

Well,

let's go for a walk.

Did you get into a fight?

I got punched

in the nose.

I can't play

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