The Evictors Page #4

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- Okay. Hey! Now listen, I got you a box of shells.

I want you to -come out here every day...

- Okay. ...'til you feel secure

about it, alright ? Okay. - Mmhm?

- Mmhm. Hello? Hi honey. Yeah,

i have to work late. Oh no, Ben. Yeah, well i-l called olie

and I thought you could stay over there. She says "alright".

I'll pick you up after. Well, try not to be

too late, okay? You know olie likes

to go to bed early and... Ah, okay.

I love you. Bye bye. Olie? Olie? Olie? Yes ma'am. 508. Thank you. Yes ma'am. Well, I guess there's

nobody home, thank you. Wheeler! I called my house again,

and I called Mrs. Gibson again and there's no answer. I'm worried sick. I think

I'm gonna get over there, -will you take over for me?

- Sure. But Ben, do you want me to

go with you? No, that's alright.

I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, my god. Get away from here. Ben! Oh, my god, Ben!

God! Ben,no! No! No! Be quiet. Just be quiet.

I'm not gonna hurt you. Please, don't. Don't. Be quiet and I won't

hurt you. Please. Please. Police are coming. Please. I think someone's

gonna be here-- please don't.

Don't. No. Ruth! Ben! Ben, just hold on Ben. I'm going

to get you to the hospital. Paging Dr. Williams. Paging Dr. Williams. Ruth, here comes the doctor now. Mrs. Watkins, I'm sorry. We

did everything we could. Dearly beloved, we are

gathered here to return the body of this our neighbor, our friend and this loved one,

back to the earth of which it came. Let us be reminded that death

is only the golden key to the door to the kingdom

of god. The Bible says, "oh death,

where's thy sting. Oh pray, where's thy victory." Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Let us pray.

Kind, heavenly father, we beseech thee to watch over

this family and the dark days to come, through their sadness

to sorrow. Give them strength and courage

to go on. We thank thee also

for the privilege of knowing this young man for such a short time. May his

peace be with thee always, amen. What are you doing? You put that knife down

you son of a b*tch! Dwayne, you hear me? You went to his funeral. Damn you, Ann. You went to his funeral.

That bastard wanted to kill me. Dwayne. Now you put

that knife down. Dwayne, it's part of our plan. That plan has always worked.

Ever since the police thought that them

court bailiffs, that we hid in the shed was us. Let's get away from here.

Let's let 'em have the place. Todd! I see 'em Todd,

here they come. The court has ordered that i

should give you these papers. And that you should vacate

these premises immediately. Do you hear me? When Todd slipped us

away from the house that night, I knew we would have

our revenge. And I've had to pay the price

all these years. Sitting in this wheelchair. Nobody's every gonna live

in our house. Honey you know that. I've always seen to that. And honey, I've always taken

good care of you, haven't I? Ever since we was first married. It's not gonna work

this time, Ann. You keeping me locked in here

like some animal. All these years. Lettin' me out just to kill

those people and then locking me up again. I ain't gonna be locked up

again. Never. - Never.

- No! No! No! No! No! Jake... I'd like to stop over by

olie's on the way back. Do you mind? I'd like to say

goodbye to her before I go back to the house and get

my things. Would that be ok? - Sure thing.

- Thanks. Olie? Olie? Olie? In here dear. I just wanted to come by to say

goodbye to you before I leave. And to thank you for being so

good to me during this time. Olie um... I came by the other day but

the house was... Help! Jake! Jake! Jake! Help me! Please! Ruth. Open up, Ruth.

It's me Jake. Everything's alright, Ruth. Ruth open... Everything's alright. Well come on. - Come on in.

- Morning. Sit down. Well, what did you think of

those two properties you looked at? Well, not fit for a dog. Wilbur, go ahead and tell him

about it. - Huh?

- Tell him about it. Oh, uh, yeah. Well, like the wife said. Those

two houses we looked at, they just, you know,

they weren't fit for stray dogs to live in. Anyway, we were comin' back

on route 2 and we stopped and we looked and we looked. Bless you. We say this house, it just,

i tell you, it's just something we wanted. It's got-the ground's fertile,

and we just kept looking at it and finally we just... We drove in. House looked like it hadn't

been lived in for years. No, there wasn't

nobody around. And... It's the kind of house we want. - Route 2?

- Yeah, it was right down there

on route 2. Let's see here now. This the house

you're talking about? That's it!

Ain't it, wilbur? Yes sir. Yes sir, Mr. rudd,

that's it. That's the house we want. And we're prepared to pay cash

for it too. Alright. Asking price is $10,000.

I want to make sure that you have the right paper. I want you to study

these contracts, and you look them over tonight and be here first thing

in the morning. Come on, wilbur. I'm gonna read this over with

a magnifying glass. I'd like you to meet Mrs. rudd.

These are the bumfords. Hello, nice to meet you. - How do you do, ma'am?

- Nice to meet you. They're gonna buy

the Monroe house. - Nice to have met you.

- Nice to have met you. Ruth. Ruth. Time to go home. Jake you know I,

never wanted anybody to live in that house again.

You promised me. On Tuesday June 3rd, 1948, Mrs. bumford was found

in an old well at the back of the house.

Death ruled accidental. Three months later on September

the eighth, Mr. bumford was found hanging in

the front room, coroner's office ruled suicide. Today, this house

remains vacant.

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