:07:11
Wait. Then, all of a sudden,
in walks Calver Weems.
:07:15
And Luther says to him,
"Cal, what are you doing here?
:07:19
You're dead.!"
:07:22
We shouldn't laugh.
We really shouldn't.
:07:26
You know, he took a close-up of a
two-by-four. Can you imagine that?
:07:35
Morning, everybody.
Good morning, Luther.
:07:37
Morning, scoop.
:07:41
A person is never dead until
their pulse is stopped, Luther.
:07:46
Mr. Ace Reporter, would you
pass the marmalade, please?
:07:50
Lay off,
will ya, Ollie?
:07:52
Oh, now, Ollie,
enough is enough.
:07:54
I don't blame Luther
one iota.
:07:57
If I'd seen someone laying in front of that
spooky place, I'd think he was dead too.
:08:01
It's a murder house. I
wouldn't go near there for $100.
:08:05
I wouldn't go
near there for 200.
:08:07
Three hundred.
Four.
:08:09
Five.
Six.
:08:11
Girls, girls, please.
Anyway, it's a murder house.
:08:15
Murder and suicide.
Murder and suicide.
:08:19
Well, thank the good Lord they're
finally tearing that place down.
:08:22
Tearing it down?
Mm-hmm.
:08:24
Ephraigm Simmons's nephew
came to town two days ago.
:08:27
Nicholas!
Nick!
:08:29
Anyway, he's finally getting
the will probated.
:08:31
I hear he's gonna
bulldoze it to the ground.
:08:34
Didn't they question him
about that murder at the time?
:08:36
Mm-hmm.
He was cleared.
:08:38
I never liked his eyes.
So dark.
:08:42
His eyes were blue.
Dark eyes.
:08:45
Girls, really.
:08:47
All the Simmonses
had the Simmons eyes.
:08:57
Oh. It's Alma, Ollie.