The Hearse

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- Oh Tanya, thank you.

Have a nice summer, honey.

Bye, darling.

- Hey-

this is for you traveler.

- Oh, thank you.

What is it?

Oh, you shouldn't have.

- Well I thought this

would be just the thing

to take to the boonies.

- You're probably right.

- Why are you going

to a hick town

where you don't know

a soul for anyhow?

- Oh, I don't know.

To be alone for a little while.

- Do you really think this

is the right time to go?

I mean are you

feeling strong enough?

- I feel fine, Lois, really.

Fine.

- Yeah, but your mom just died

and it's only been a few

months since your divorce.

- You know what?

You sound a lot like my shrink.

He doesn't give me

any support either.

- Well, George and i

would love to have you

come to the beach.

A lot of great guys out there.

- Let's give me a break.

That's not what

i need right now.

- Well, no harm in trying.

- Oh, I appreciate the offer

but I think I'd really

like to spend the summer

in the old family house.

- Alright, I don't

want to be a pain.

But if you get lonely

or shakey or anything,

you give me a call, okay?

- I promise.

I'm going to leave

tomorrow afternoon

and as soon as I get the

phone in, I'll call you.

- Okay-

oh, I'm going to miss you.

- Me too.

- Why are you so against this?

I'm taking a vacation

in the country.

The air is fresh.

The people are friendly

and no one knows anything

about this last year.

- What will you do

if they find out?

- I'll just tell them

the truth, flat out.

Jane Hardy was on the edge.

And she came back.

Now what's so

terrible about that?

All I know is that i

don't like the pain.

And I want to get away from it.

And away from here.

- Well symbols of

the pain will be here

when you get back, won't they?

- I don't know that.

I haven't yet given

myself a chance

to get away from

them to find out.

- What if it doesn't work out?

- I'll try something else.

Hello, Mr. pritchard?

Thank goodness.

This is Jane Hardy.

I wrote you about

my aunt's house?

I know it's late.

But you could please come

down here and give me the keys

so I can get into the house?

Well, I'm a little tired

too, Mr. pritchard.

I've had an awfully long drive.

I'm at the Ramona court...

Uh, will it take you very long

to get here, Mr. pritchard?

No, no, no, no one's

trying to rush you.

Okay, okay.

I'll just be waiting for you.

I'm in a red Chevrolet.

Good... Bye.

- Jane Hardy?

- Yes.

- I'm Walter pritchard.

Follow me.

- I really appreciate

you getting up

and letting me in.

- Well, you should.

11 o'clock at night, decent

people ought to be in bed.

Come on.

Well, what the hell's

the matter now?

- I don't know.

Just a chill.

- There.

Oh what the hell,

i told those...

Ha, just as I promised you.

Exactly the way it was

when your aunt died

30 some odd years ago.

Your mother hardly

ever set foot in here.

It really ought to be mine.

- What do you mean?

- Well your mother

promised it to me.

Probate, legal fees, and a swift

for generally looking

after the old place

for thirty some odd years.

- Well I never heard that.

- Well, you probably

wouldn't admit it if you had.

Here are the keys.

You'll have to drop into

my office in a couple days

and sign some papers.

That is if you

decide to stay here.

Personally, I think

you're crazy for wanting

to live in this old place.

- L'll be by.

- Yeah, for sure.

- Goodnight, Mr. pritchard.

And thanks a lot.

Huh...

- Hey, lady-

you want a lift?

- Not too bad.

Not too bad at all for the

first time in 10 months.

Oh!

- Telephone company, lady.

- Good, I'm glad to see you.

- Yeah, Mr. pritchard,

he called yesterday.

- Oh, come on in.

I'd have thought if

he called yesterday,

it would have taken

you months to get here.

Oh you don't happen to have

one of those pretty powder

blue Princess models, no?

- Okay, here you go.

- Thank you.

- Anything else?

- Yes, could you recommend

someone around here

who can help me

with some handiwork?

Fixing some windows,

patching a roof,

some things like that.

- Well I don't know.

- Well how about

Bo rehnquist, dad?

- We don't know anybody.

- This rehnquist

fellow, is he nearby?

- Yeah, about a

mile up the road.

He's got a big red house.

- That's $27.54.

Cash.

- You're kidding?

- Cash.

- I don't have

that much with me.

Could you send it out?

I'm right out on county road.

- Where?

- The old Martin place.

I'm Jane Hardy.

My aunt Rebecca

used to live there.

- We don't deliver that far.

- It's just down the road.

- Dad, I can do it tomorrow.

I got to down to the

Baker's house anyway.

- My son will bring it out.

- Just this once.

- Is everyone is blackford

as friendly as you are?

- We're busy, miss Hardy.

- Sure.

- Hey, dad.

What was that all about?

- It doesn't concern you.

Don't you have work to do?

- Yeah, sure.

- (Need any he), m' am'?

- No, thank you.

I can handle it myself.

- Yeah, I can see

that from here.

I'm Jack denton.

I'm sheriff around here.

The old Martin place, right?

- Yes, I'm Jane Hardy.

- Well Jane, welcome

to blackford.

You plan on staying very long?

- Well I'm not exactly sure yet.

Maybe for the summer.

- Oh, the rest of

the summer, huh?

That's nice.

Hey, I saw you jogging down

county road this morning.

I'm not one to

forget a pretty face,

if you know what I mean.

- I think I know

exactly what you mean.

Good bye, sheriff.

Are you Mr. rehnquist?

- I'm rehnquist, Bo rehnquist.

- My house needs to have some

general repairs done to it.

And they told me down at

Gordon's hardware store

that you might be

interested in doing it.

- Sounds okay so far.

You live by yourself in a house?

- Yes.

Look, I live out on county road.

The big old house off the road?

Would you start tomorrow?

- I don't know any big

old houses on county road.

- Yeah, it's the Martin place.

- I'll be busy tomorrow.

- What's wrong?

- I... I'll be busy.

- But you did say that

you could do the job.

- Tomorrow, next

week... I'm too busy.

- As you are washed in the blood

of the land, then you will

dwell in the house of the lord.

Just waiting for the chance.

Yes the lord...

Will carry you all the way

up to those pearly gates.

Nowhere is safe.

Nowhere you can

hide from the devil.

- Hey, you made it, didn't you?

- Yeah, I got the

stuff you ordered.

My dad told me to come

out here and collect.

In cash.

- Okay-

- I'm Paul.

- I'm Jane.

You're a lot friendlier

than your folks.

- Yeah, well they're

kind of weird.

- I think everyone

around here is weird.

- Did you get that

handyman you wanted?

Is the job still open?

- Yeah, it's wide open.

That rehnquist guy

didn't want it all.

He didn't want to

come out to the house.

I think he wanted me to

bring the house to him.

- Well, I'd kind of

like to come out here

and work.

- Would you really?

- Yeah, I can fix anything.

My dad says I'm a

natural born Mr. fix-it.

- Do you have experience?

- I didn't get these

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