Just Buried Page #4

Creepy.

She isn't creepy!

She reminds me of this

assistant they gave me

when I was pastor

at the prison.

Gruber.

Had a weird edge.

The Warden told me:

"He's harmless;

"he's a white collar geek

in for fraud. "

Week later, Gruber nails

some guy's tongue

to a table with a fork

for calling him "four eyes".

It's creepy.

Well, I don't think Roberta

has ever stabbed anyone

with a fork.

Probably not.

Who's your dirty girl?

I have to go pee.

How come you're not

rolling around?

Cause I can hold my liquor.

What are you doing here?

I just-

I really wanted to see you.

I'm with Charlie tonight.

I- I honestly thought

that you and I were-

We are, we are.

Just tonight, you know, I...

We have a connection, OK?

Like we've shared

really big things.

Uh, Imholz and, uh,

Pickles and, uh, Snarr.

I won't forget that.

Roberta? Roberta?

Yeah, baby?

What's he talking about?

Nothing, baby!

He's not talking about anything.

Did you two have something

to do with Pickles?

No, baby!

Pickles fell out of a tree.

We didn't have anything-

Ow! Ow!

What did you do that for?

Oh!

What are you

going to do with-

I don't know yet!

I'm thinking!

Here you go.

What do you want me to-

You write:
"Dear Charlie,

"I'm sorry

but I love someone else. "

Roberta, he knew.

Your nose isn't bleeding.

Roberta, look,

I can get someone over from

the next county to take this.

She's fine.

Found your letter on him.

I guess he took the break up

pretty hard.

That, combined

with Pickles dying,

must have just been

too much for him.

Evening, Boss.

What are you doin' here?

I just thought I'd bring

Roberta some take-out.

Want a cookie?

Roberta made them.

They're peanut butter.

No, I know, I can tell.

Uh, allergic.

That's too bad.

They're delicious.

Well, see you tomorrow, Boss.

Roberta, we had to.

It's not that.

Look at this.

So, if it's two lines,

it means...

I'm pregnant.

It- Is it-

Charlie and I

always used something.

You and I tend to be

a little more spontaneous.

So what do we do?

Big day.

Yup.

You nervous?

Oliver, are you sure

you want to do this?

You've only known

the girl a few months.

Her boyfriend just died.

Her boyfriend-

she'd been trying

to end it for months, Jackie.

Excuse me.

Father.

Where's Roberta?

She's just getting ready.

Business must be good.

Saw you got a new truck.

And I didn't get

any phone calls

about helping out

with the wedding.

Sir, your daughter will

be well taken care of.

Especially now yours is the

only funeral home in the county.

Roberta?

Where are you?

In the fridge.

You're not supposed to see me

before the wedding.

Well, uh, Dad's here.

We're having

a nice father-son chat.

So I'll leave you two alone.

Roberta?

We need to talk.

I'm not calling it off.

You do this stuff

just to spite me!

Everything I do isn't about-

Listen, your mother's

been dead for a long time now.

You need to let go.

Roberta, come out of the fridge!

She's crazier than her mother.

How's it going, Shelley?

Oh no, that's all right.

Yeah, he owns that wrecking yard

in Newman's Cross right?

He what?

A half-ton pickup, huh?

Well, you tell Sam that

I'll drop by after dinner.

Hi, baby.

What do you think?

The dress looks beautiful.

It was my mother's.

Dearly beloved.

You're supposed

to not be able

to take your eyes

off your bride,

not your father-in-law.

Well, my father-in-law is

about to discover my pickup.

You got some already there.

I can just top it!

Yeah, OK.

Oliver,

I think you should leave.

Leave the country, maybe.

Oh no, I'm not

going anywhere.

Oliver, my father's

a good cop

Really? He hasn't

impressed me so far.

Leaving the country

is the only way out of this.

If he's the only one

that knows about it,

it's not the only

way out of this.

Ollie, what are you-

Yeah.

Yay!

You bastard. I'm going

to tell Dad everything!

Oh, no. No, no.

You're gonna keep

your mouth shut,

otherwise we're

both going down.

I'll be back.

Yes, some young

lady calls today,

askin' if I got any old

half-ton pick-ups for parts.

I tell her I don't got none but

she wants me to double check,

so I find this parked

way out back here.

Look familiar?

Oh yeah.

I gotta' run.

The wife's been bustin' my balls

about missin' dinner.

Aw, damn it!

Sh*t!

# Ah it's gettin' #

# Kind of funky up in here #

# Come on #

Hey, where'd you disappear to?

Congratulations, Oliver!

I'm sure Roberta is going

to make a very fine wife.

Thank you.

Uh, have either of you two

seen her?

Let's go sit down.

OK, OK.

Wasn't feeling too good.

Was gonna' pop over to the home

to lie down for a bit.

Said for you to come get her.

Thank you.

Honey?

So, how did you do it?

How did I do what?

Kill my father.

I dropped a minivan on him.

You know what

I love about you, Ollie?

You're so predictable.

If only Rollie had given me

the funeral home

like he said he would,

you would never have had

to be involved.

But here you are.

My perfect little patsy.

You wanted me

to kill your father?

I told you I never forgave him

for selling the funeral home.

Besides, it seems only fair

since I killed yours.

His heart couldn't quite take

a young "energetic" girl

like myself.

You screwed my dad?

To death.

This is just

between you and me.

Ow!

You're not going to stop me

from getting my home, Oliver!

OK.

Would you like a peanut, Oliver?

I love you.

I know.

Looking for this?

Where have you been?

He was my mother's.

It was a beautiful service.

# From the grave

a sad song sounds #

# I can hear the cry #

# Come living men

And view the ground #

# Where you must one day lie #

# Princes this claim

must be your bed #

# In spite of all your towers #

# Tall though was

the reverent head #

# Must lie as low as ours #

# Set down the coffin

Take off the lid #

# Lay back that linen so fine #

# Let me kiss

his cold pale cheek #

# 'Cause I know

he'll never kiss mine #

# Look up and down

life's lonesome road #

# And hang your head and cry #

# The best of friends

are bound to part #

# So why not you and I #

# Is somebody dead? #

# No we're live tonight #

# Is somebody dead? #

# No we're live tonight #

# Is somebody dead? #

# No we're live tonight #

# All right all right

I'll leave #

# These be celebration days #

# Summer came

to my little town #

# Papa drunk in the yard

with the junkyard dogs #

# And watch the fireworks

rain down #

# Peanuts and ashes

and crimes of passion #

# Seem so intertwined #

# As they did on the rocks

reflecting in still water #

# In that little town of mine #

# Is somebody dead? #

# No we're live tonight #

# Is somebody dead? #

# No we're live tonight #

# Is somebody dead? #

# No we're live tonight #

# All right all right

I'll leave #

# Standin' in the road #

# With a brand new plan #

# Love costs the lives #

# Of a couple of men #

# But doesn't really matter #

# How the deed gets done #

# Bright lights flashin'

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