My Bloody Valentine

No.

Hey! Where's Howard and

the rest of the apprentices?

Left at the bottom to find their own

way up. You gotta learn sometime.

You wanna be a troubleshooter,

you gotta know the mine.

All clear down there?

Yeah, we won't

need these anymore...

but I wouldn't go

lightin' any matches.

Damn methane. Gonna blow this place

to sh*t one of these days.

We ain't that lucky.

Hey, come on, now!

Knock it off!

- Howard!

- Hey, Howard!

Hey, enjoy your walk up?

Yeah, real cool.

Why didn't you guys wait?

Look, Landers, you better

get a lot of exercise...

if you're gonna grapple

with Gretchen.

Oh, yeah? I got a valentine for her

that she's never gonna forget.

Right to the heart, huh?

It's gonna be a hot time

on Saturday night!

Stavisky, you do anything else

with that...

except throw it

over your shoulder and burp it?

Aw, get lost, Axel!

Bunch of clowns. Things haven't

changed a bit. Same as always.

Bet you wish

you never came back.

Especially now since Sarah's

goin' out with Axel.

No skin off my nose.

I don't give a damn.

Come on. Last one into town

gets the brew! Let's go!

Okay. Let's go, guys!

Quittin' time!

Casanova is here!

- Gretchen, it's me.

- Howard, stay away from me.

- Hi, babe.

- Hi, sweetheart.

- How are ya?

- I'm fine.

- How are you?

- Good to see ya.

Hi, sweetie.

You big lug.

I missed ya.

- Anything I should do?

- No. Of course not.

Gretchen, I want you to be my date

for the dance. Okay?

Dry up!

Gretchen, you know what'd

look really good on you?

- What?

- Me.

Suck it in

and zip it up, will ya?

Gretchen, why fight it?

Let the good times roll!

All right!

Hi, fellas.

Mabel, this is the best thing that's

happened to this town in years.

Your decorating committee

has done one hell of a job!

Well, after all, the first

Valentine's dance in 20 years...

has to be something special.

Yeah, well--

Of course, you're right, Mabel...

but we'd all be better off

if you played down the fact...

that it's the first

Valentine's dance in 20 years...

if you know what I mean.

Let's just concentrate on having

a good time Saturday night...

and put all that

other business to rest.

My thoughts exactly, Mayor.

- Hi, guy.

- Aw, come on, you clown!

Help Miss Osborne

pick those things up!

What the hell are you kids

doing in here?

You're supposed to be decorating

the room, not each other.

Where you goin', son?

I always go this time of day...

for another beer

and a real good nose pick.

I'm sorry, T.J.

I don't think he likes being back

in the mine very much.

Well, that's too bad. Nobody told

him to go out to the West Coast.

It's not my fault

he couldn't make it on his own.

But now that he's back, he's my son

and he's working in the mine.

Put those things back...

or I'll turn you both

upside down, especially you.

This is my date, Chief.

That meeting in Centerville is

at 7:
00. We should hit the road.

Then let's go.

I'll see you kids later.

Bye, Mabel.

Keep up the good work.

See ya, Chief.

I might as well go too. All of this

will have to be rewashed.

I'm really sorry, Mabel.

This is station QPID,

- Oh! Mayor!

- Country-fried QPID...

from Valentine Bluffs, where the

heartland meets the sea.

Mayor?

Mayor, somebody left this for ya.

- For me? Who was it?

- I don't know.

It was inside when we got here.

Maybe you got a secret admirer, huh?

- You in on this, Mabel?

- I'm afraid not, Mayor.

Oh, no. No, no.

Don't look at me. I didn't

have a thing to do with it.

Well, hell.

I've been looking for an excuse...

to get off this miserable diet

Mrs. Hanniger has me on.

Thanks, Howard.

If there's one thing I like

better than Christmas candy...

it's Valentine's candy.

- Have some.

- Hey.

Who sent it?

"From the heart

comes a warning...

filled with bloody good cheer.

Remember what happened...

as the 14th draws near."

It can't be happening again.

It can't be happening again.

It can't be happening again.

It's a bad time,

this time of year.

There's bad things coming,

my words you hear.

Beware of the 14th

if you value your life.

Here we go again. How many times

is he gonna tell that story?

Oh, let him tell it.

I love fairy tales.

This ain't no fairy tale,

little girl!

If you don't take it seriously,

you're a fool!

Ow!

Hurt yourself?

Axel, are you okay?

Oh, no! Let me see.

I know what I'm talking about.

I'm telling you now.

This town is accursed.

It all started 20 years ago.

It was the night

of the Valentine's Day dance...

at the Union Hall.

The biggest event of the year.

It'd been a tradition

for over a hundred years.

Everybody was there,

except for...

seven miners who were out

at the Hanniger Mine.

Five of them

still down below.

Two supervisors were waiting

for the men to come up.

Anxious to get to the party...

they left before the men

were safely out...

failing to check the methane gas

levels in the tunnels down below.

The five men were buried alive...

as the town

continued its party.

For six weeks we dug 'round

the clock to try to save them.

After we broke through,

one man was found alive.

I was the one

who found him.

Harry Warden spent the next year

in the state mental hospital.

Exactly one year later,

on Valentine's Day...

he came back to town.

He killed the two supervisors...

who had left their posts

the year before.

Then he cut out their hearts...

and stuffed them

into heart-shaped candy boxes.

That night at the dance,

we found the boxes...

blood dripping out the sides.

Inside was a note--

a warning from Harry...

never to hold a Valentine's dance

ever again.

Every February 14th,

Harry comes back to town...

his pickax stained with blood...

waiting in the shadows

of the Hanniger Mine...

just for someone to kill...

should they not heed his warning.

It could be you!

I know what I'm sayin'.

Forget about having a party at all

on Saturday night...

or you may not live

to see daylight.

Laugh now...

but you'll be sorry

you didn't listen to me.

Uh-oh!

Come on, Hap!

Lighten up!

It's a stupid legend.

It gives me the creeps.

All right, you guys.

Who ordered the Moosehead?

I did, you gorgeous slab

of female fleshiness.

There is a young barmaid

named Harriet

Who's never been robbed

of her cherry yet

Oh, try as she may

This girl can't get laid

A Valentine virgin

named Harriet

Why did you hit me

in the ribs like that?

- Hey, where ya goin'?

- I just want to put on some music.

Be my guest.

Excuse me.

It's your own fault.

You know that, don't you, T.J.?

Never said it wasn't.

Then why can't you

accept things the way they are?

Thing is, I don't like

the way things are.

Excuse me.

Yes. All right.

Thank you very much.

I have to call in the morning.

The administration office

is closed at night.

The nurse that's on duty

doesn't know a thing.

She's got to know

whether he's there or not!

I just hope this is

some kind of joke, and the kids...

are just trying to scare us.

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