The Hearse

Synopsis: Jane Hardy decides to stay the summer in the house her aunt left her when she died, to try and recoup from a bad divorce. Little does she know, her aunt practiced witchcraft and is still thought of very badly by the town's citizens. As soon as she moves in, she is haunted by a old black hearse and it's creepy driver. Is she going insane or is she truly being menaced? She meets a friendly young man and becomes involved with him, but is he and the creepy driver one and the same?
Genre: Horror
Director(s): George Bowers
Production: Crown International Pictures
 
IMDB:
4.8
PG
Year:
1980
99 min
20 Views


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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.

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