My Bloody Valentine Page #2

If it is a joke, I want every one

of those kids strung up...

starting with

that damn Howard Landers!

Well, it's a human heart, all right.

Ayoung woman.

About 30 years old.

What are you guys doin'

with a loose heart?

Looks like a butcher

ripped this thing out.

What's goin' on

over in Valentine Bluffs?

You remember Harry Warden?

Oh, God, of course I remember.

Those were terrible murders.

God. I thought they locked him up

in Eastfield 20 years ago.

- They did.

- Are you sure he's still there?

We'll find out in the morning.

I'm checking on it.

Well, gentlemen, I'd say

you have your answer.

It looks like Harry Warden's

back in town.

Well, now.

I wonder who sent this.

Jake?

"Roses are red,

violets are blue...

One is dead,

and so are you"?

No!

No! Get away!

Get away!

No, don't!

Get away! No! No!

No!

This is gettin' really good.

Don't put your nose in it.

Hey, this is what I really call

"junk food."

How much longer, Hollis?

I'm freezin'.

Relax. This thing

ain't no microwave.

How 'bout rewin' it up?

- Man, have I got the munchies.

- Yeah, me too.

A little protein patrol, eh, boys?

- Don't go pokin' my meat.

- Oh, come on.

Probably cooked.

- Don't stick your nose in the food.

- It's his. He can do what he wants.

Is that turkey?

I asked for roast beef.

Turkey for the turkey.

Here.

Come on.

Shove over.

- Sure is cold tonight.

- Yeah.

I guess we got ourselves

a problem, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess so.

What are we gonna do about it?

Well, there ain't nothin'

to do about it.

Sarah's goin' with me now...

and that's all there is to it.

I ain't gonna back off

for you, T.J.

Nobody asked you

to go away, T.J.

Come on, Axel. Don't give me

any of that horseshit.

You're beginning to sound

like my old man.

Too bad, man.

Look, you left.

You went away, and we didn't

know where you were...

or when you were comin' back.

I ain't gonna back off for you.

You stay the hell away from Sarah!

All right, all right!

You want a fight, then you got it!

'Cause you and I

both know who Sarah wants.

You're kinda hard on him, Teej.

Can't exactly blame him.

Sure it's not his fault.

It's nobody's fault.

I don't know what to do.

You know, I really do like

that son of a b*tch.

Hey, remember?

Remember how we used to

tear this place apart?

Eh? Get drunk,

race out to the bluffs.

That was great.

I guess things change, huh?

Nothin' stays the same.

W-A-R-D-E-N.

Harry Warden. He was

committed under court order...

approximately 20 years ago.

Well, I'm afraid I have no records

of a Harry Warden, past or present.

How can that be?

He was committed there,

under court order!

I'm sorry. I have

no records on him.

In 20 years, any number of things

could have happened.

Now, if this Harry Warden

was committed, as you say...

then he's simply

no longer here...

and if I have no records on him,

I have to assume...

that he's transferred,

he's released, or he's on the slab.

One of three,

take your pick.

One out of three?

Now, look,

Mrs. Raleigh...

you're gonna have to do

a little bit better than that.

Now, I have to know

what happened to this man...

and I have to know

what happened to him now!

Now, have you

checked everything?

Everything, except the microfilms

over in central file...

and it will take

several days to check that.

I need answers fast.

I'll be waiting for your call.

Dr. Peyton, 3-5-3.

Jumpin'Je-- They don't even know

what the hell happened to him.

What more do we need to know?

It's gotta be Harry.

Maybe we oughta

cancel the dance.

Just decide which one

you really want.

And now for the big moment.

Will it be number one

or will it be number two?

Patty, will you be serious?

This is important.

- You can't have 'em both.

- I don't want them both.

- Oh, no?

- No.

Just what I thought.

Oh, I don't know.

T.J. won't talk to me.

He just sulks

all day long.

He ends up making me

feel guilty...

when he's the one

who owes me the apology.

And Axel is not behaving

any better.

Oh, Patty, I don't even want to go

to the dance on Saturday night.

Oh, but you gotta go.

It'll be all right.

Stay with Hollis and me. Besides,

you gotta see the dress I got.

Cut down to here, slit up to there.

I may not get out alive!

Mabel?

Mabel, I gotta talk to you. We got

a problem concerning the dance.

Mabel, you back here?

Okay. Little John, I want you

and Mike to check the wall.

T.J., take care of the sump.

You get a pump down there,

or I ain't doin' it.

You do it, or you get your ass

outta here for good.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

What's buggin' him today?

Son of a b*tch is after my ass

'cause of Sarah.

- Keeps it up, I'm gonna nail him.

- I said move it, Hanniger!

Oh, yeah.

Come on, man.

Anytime, loser.

Hey, that's it!

Break it up, you two!

T.J., you get your ass

up top to 217!

Let go!

There ain't gonna be no fighting

in my section, Palmer! Understand?

What an awful smell.

This is like it was

I can remember those murders

just like it was yesterday.

Jake, you gotta

get help from Granville.

No, not yet.

Call in Granville, we'll have police

crawling all over this place...

and we'll have a hell of a panic

on our hands.

You just mention

that Harry's back...

and this town won't be worth

the powder to blow it to hell.

Just a minute, boys.

I want you to bring

the ambulance around back.

Load her up from there. I don't

want anybody in town seeing this.

You remember. Mabel Osborne died

of a heart attack, and that's all.

Breathe one word

of this to anybody...

and you'll have to answer to me.

Wait a minute.

What's this?

Take her away.

"It happened once,

it happened twice.

Cancel the dance,

or it'll happen thrice."

Well, that's it.

The dance is canceled.

Let's tear every poster,

every banner, every decoration...

down and out of sight!

I don't want to see a single

Valentine's heart anywhere.

As long as this town

is decorated to the hilt...

Harry's gonna

keep on killing and--

And get that damn

Union Hall locked up!

All right, Mayor.

No, I'm sorry.

There's nothing I can do about it.

What's goin' on?

The mayor has canceled the dance,

and that's all there is to it.

In the light of Mabel's death,

he had no choice.

There'll be no parties either.

We owe her that much respect.

Mabel would have wanted us

to have the dance.

- She worked so hard on it.

- Yeah, you can't cancel it now.

He's looking for an excuse

to cancel the dance.

That's the way it is.

There'll be no dance

tomorrow night...

and no parties either.

Do you understand me?

Hanniger!

- We have something to settle.

- You bet we do.

Howard, you gotta chew it.

You don't blow bubbles with it.

I'll take care of myself.

How did you ever get

to be so stupid?

Come on.

Let's take a shower.

T.J., will you stop this?

I don't wanna go with you!

Are you listening to me?

Nope.

Remember this spot?

Of course

I remember this spot.

Why didn't you write me, T.J.?

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