That Evening Sun

Synopsis: An aging Tennessee farmer returns to his homestead and must confront a family betrayal, the reappearance of an old enemy, and the loss of his farm.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Scott Teems
Production: Freestyle Releasing
  11 wins & 4 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
109 min


Eh! God.

You make a habit

of taking things

ain't yours?

Your name's

Meecham, ain't it?

They sent you to

collar me, then?

Yes, sir, they did.

How much

they paying you

to bring me in?

Twenty dollars.

Did they already

give you the cash?

Not till I

show up with you.

I see.

Well, you...

you help me find my

timepiece down here,

and I'll let you

bring me back to

the authorities.



Sir, I don't know

what to tell you.

I believe that watch

made a run for it.

Hell, no, it didn't.

That's the problem

with your generation...

no follow-through.

I've had that

timepiece 50 years.

My wife give it to me.

Man, we looked over

there, like, three

times already, man.

Like I said...

no follow-through.

Twenty dollars, huh?

Yes, sir.

I'll give you 25 to

forget that old

folks' home

and drive me out past

Ackerman's Field.

Ackerman's Field, man.


Looks like you

got company.

You sure this is

the right place?

My name's on

the mailbox,

ain't it?

How much was it

that I owed you?

Just $20,

like I said.

Worth every

nickel of it.

Twenty dollars

worth of distance

from Linden, Tennessee.

That'll do it.


No, sh*t, man.

No. No, here.

Okay, thank you.

You know that girl?

She your relations?

Not by a

considerable sight.

I hate just

to drive off.

It's whole lot of

nothing out here.

Way I like it. Don't

worry nothing on me.

Suit yourself, Homes.

Take it easy

in this heat,

man, all right?


Who are you people?

What are

you doing

on my farm?

Well, my name's Pamela,

and I'm sunbathing.

Um, mama's in

the house,

I guess,

probably cooking,

and I don't know

where Daddy is.

Somewhere. Probably.

I mean,

what are you

even doing here?

Why are you here?

We live here.

Ain't you Mr. Meecham?

I certainly am,

and this is

my place.

Oh, I'm Mrs. Choat.

Ludie Choat.

Lonzo's wife.

You... you remember

Lonzo Choat?

Oh, Lord God.

We rented

this place

from your son.

Been here going

on three months.

I was hardly gone

three months!

Well, we

got the papers...

and everything.

We thought you was

in the old folks' home

over in Perry County.

I was. I

ain't no more.

I need to use

the telephone.

Uh, we ain't got

a telephone.

Of course there's

a telephone!

We always

had a phone!

There's one

in there, but...

it don't work.

Ain't, um, hooked up,

or... or something.

I don't know.

You can talk

to Lonzo about it.

He'll... he'll be

here directly.

I'm an old man.

I may die directly.

Abner Meecham.

Is it true Paul

rented you

this farm?

Ninety-day lease,

option to buy.

I guess

this is news

to you, then.

Sorry you had to

come all this

way out here.

Cover yourself, girl.

An option

to buy, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

Let's get

one thing clear

out of the gate.

That will

never happen.

Will... never... happen.

You know why?

Because you wasn't

never nothing but

a loafer, Choat.

You and your

daddy both

never owned so much

as a pair of pliers.

Hell, that's my wrecking bar

you're holding right there.

You're still

as contrary as

you ever was.

If you think you

can buy a farm

this size

with food stamps,

you're mighty mistaken.

You remember

that time I

tried to rent

that tenant shack

out there from you?


Well, I did,

and you wouldn't

rent it to me.

Ain't life funny.

I never rented

that house to nobody!

It was built too close

to the main house

to begin with!

There wouldn't

have been privacy

for either place.

Hell, that

must've been

20 years ago.

You do remember.

Remember how long ago

it was I needed it

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