The Hearse Page #5

you were so damn scared,

I thought I'd never

see you again.

Now you're talking

about living here.

- There are the papers.

When are you going

to get them filed?

- This is late Friday afternoon.

I'm not about to be going

over to the county seat.

I'll get around

to them on Monday,

well, maybe Tuesday.

- Monday.

- Seems to me you're

acting damn cocky.

What the hell's going on here?

- Nothing.

- I ran into that young

Gordon boy that you hired,

Paul.

Took the Liberty of asking

him a few questions.

- My personal life is

none of your business.

- Paul seemed, well,

completely bent out of shape.

Something about

another man named tom?

- Pritchard, why don't you

just climb into the back

of that silly old hearse

of yours and drop dead.

Sullivan, s u l l iva n, Thomas.

That's right.

Are you sure?

Well maybe it's an

unlisted number.

No.

Okay, thank you, operator.

Tom, I was wondering what...

(Flaughs)

Lois.

Yes, I was expecting

someone else.

Well that fellow i

was telling you about.

Busy, going out of my mind.

I don't know.

It's just something

about this place.

Something.

The man with the scar again.

I know, everyone says that.

Maybe it was a dream.

As a matter of fact, he was

supposed to be here for dinner

right now.

Oh Lois, that

would be wonderful.

Any weekend would be fine.

As a matter of fact.

Lois?

Hello?

- Run on, run on you.

House robbing, grave

robbing, city b*tch.

You want ghosts?

I'll give you ghosts.

- Tom, tom, where are you?

- Hey, give an old man a lift.

Hey!

Lift for an old ghost.

Son of a b*tch,

I'll get you too.

Anybody there?

Anybody there?

- Jane?

Jane?

Jane?

Jane?

- Tom?

Are you in there?

Tom?

No.

No, no, no.

Paul?

- Jane.

- Hello, Jane.

- Get away from me.

Get away.

- I've been waiting, Jane.

I've waited a long time.

- There is no tom.

- Come with me.

- There is only Robert.

Paul?

Paul...

Oh god, no.

Not the child.

No.

- Jane.

I love you.

Don't fight me, Jane.

- No.

What about the boy?

The old man.

- It doesn't matter.

- I can give you eternal life.

Our love just as we are.

Forever.

Jane, I love you.

I need you.

- This is madness.

It's not happening.

It's not possible.

- Jane.

It is possible.

Your aunt Rebecca was weak.

She was afraid.

We can do it.

We can have our love forever.

- Satan, get thee behind me.

And cast thy servants

back into hell.

Jane!

You can't fight him alone.

- You're not going to get me.

You're not going to get me.

You're not, you're not.

Damn you.

Damn you.

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