The Hearse Page #2

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

from playing the piano.

- You have callouses.

You're hired, Paul.

- Alright, I'm so broke.

I can't tell you.

I'm really broke.

- Well you're not going

to get rich working here.

When you can start?

- I've got some stuff

to do this afternoon.

How about tomorrow?

- Tomorrow's fine.

Start with putting some screens

on the upstairs windows.

Check out the roof.

And we'll make out

a list of things

that we need for

your dad to fill.

What's the matter?

- I don't think my dad is

going to be too thrilled

about me hanging out here.

- Really?

Why?

Come on, Paul.

Don't you think i

have a right to know

why everyone around blackford

treats me like i

have the plague?

- Well...

- You don't have to tell me now.

Not until the roof is finished.

You're still hired.

- Alright.

(0k3)'-

see you tomorrow.

- Paul, aren't you

forgetting something?

- What?

- The money.

- The money.

He'd kill me.

I swear to god.

He'd kill me.

Bash my face in.

Rip out my hair.

- Mr. pritchard, would you

just lay it on the line.

Is the house mine or not?

- My dear miss Hardy,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes