My Bloody Valentine Page #2

No! It's my f***ing problem.

Those mines have been

outdated since I was a kid.

But my father

was just too stubborn to see it,

and you know that.

So that's what all this is about.

All right.

If you need to make

peace with your daddy...

there he is.

I'm majority shareholder.

And I'm selling the mine.

And that's all there is to it.

Your dad and I protected those men!

Selling the mine won't sit well

with anyone in this town.

Well, come Monday, I'm gone.

Louis! Get back here this instant!

Louis!

- Is Mel around?

- God, I hope not.

Mel has been dead for seven years.

Trade you the pooch for a room.

All right. Come.

Yes!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yes! Frank!

Oh, my God. What's wrong?

I look so hot today.

Oh, yes...

Stay down, Harry!

So you gonna be okay to drive back,

or do you want me to

put in for another night?

I got a two-day haul to make

in one day, if I'm gonna

get back by Valentine's.

Ah, Valentine's.

Did you know that St. Valentine

- was a patron saint of love?

- Yeah.

Yeah, the whole thing started in Rome

in, like, the year 500 or something.

They would have this lottery,

where young men would draw

teenage girls' names out of a box.

Then that teenage girl

would become their secret

sexual companion for

the whole rest of the year.

That's where we got our

Valentine's Day cards from.

Kind of romantic, in a sick

kind of way, isn't it?

Uh, yeah.

It's, um, romantic.

What'cha doing?

Nothing. I got this.

Frank?

What the f*** is that?

Irene, I make these for

my own personal collection.

Look. I'II...

I'll pay you?

I am no hooker.

You are now.

Sh*t.

F***.

Frank!

Frank, you son of a b*tch!

Irene.

Put some clothes on

before some kid sees you.

I don't give a sh*t about the clothes!

Give me the f***ing tapes,

or I swear...

- I swear...

- Irene, two things.

And 2, I know the gun's not loaded.

F*** you, Frank!

Oh, jeez! What...

What are you doing?

God!

Frank. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Louis?

Where are you?

Louis? Where are you?

Louis, you little sh*t.

Stop hiding from Mama.

Louis, you are in such trouble.

The closet.

Honestly.

F*** you! F*** you!

Let go of me!

No!

What the f*** do you want?

What do you want, motherf***er?

No!

Leave me alone!

Jesus, Irene.

He took your heart.

Jilted lover with a screw loose?

More than one screw,

wouldn't you say?

Irene never did the jilting.

I'm sorry, Sheriff.

I know you two used to be an item.

Yeah, it was a long time ago, Martin.

We checked the motel registration.

There's a couple of fakes.

Not too many people use

their real name around here.

If you know what I mean.

All right. This name is real.

Tom Hanniger?

Sheriff, we got a video camera.

You ain't gonna believe what's on it.

Sarah, I'm sorry I'm late again.

They found someone dead

at the Thunderbird.

There's cops everywhere.

Have you talked to Axel?

Go stock the display.

Hi.

Tom?

Sarah.

You're still working for your folks, I see.

Tom.

What are you doing here?

I had to come back into town

to clear some things up.

Your father. I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

Tom, where did you go?

It's been...

ten years.

You look even prettier than when I left.

Left?

You say that like you just went off

to school or something.

You just vanished.

Your dad didn't even

know where you were.

We all started to think

that you were dead.

I'm sorry.

That's a beautiful family you have there.

I guess it's not

Sarah Mercer anymore.

No.

It's Sarah Palmer now.

I never thought Axel would settle down.

But he always did like you.

I should go.

Wait.

It's good to see you, Sarah.

Mommy!

Hey, Sheriff. How was your day?

Good. It was real good.

Good. Why don't

you go upstairs and brush your teeth,

and I'll be up in a sec for story time,

and you can tell me all about it, okay?

- Okay, Mom.

- Love you.

Bye.

- Hey, Rosa, is Axel home yet?

- No, Mrs. Palmer.

All right. Thanks for everything today.

I can take it from here.

Hello.

- Hey, it's me.

- Axel, are you okay?

I heard that somebody died

at the motel last night.

Look, I don't have time to talk now,

but I just thought

you should know it was...

it was Irene.

She was murdered.

Irene?

Hey, Sheriff, you want

to come look at these tapes?

I got to go.

Oh, yeah.

This certainly won't quiet the rumors

about Harry Warden being back.

People can think what they want.

Doesn't make it true.

The talk is out there, Sheriff.

A lot of folks remember ten years ago

like it was yesterday.

Yeah, and there's a lot of miner suits

in this town, Martin.

It's not Harry Warden.

He's dead, remember?

Sheriff, you got a Valentine.

Ferris, get me a glove.

Oh, Jesus.

Not Harry?

Harry Warden is dead.

I shot him myself.

It's a copycat. Just some sick f***.

He wasn't buried in no cave-in.

They never did find his body,

despite what the reports say.

Aw, hell.

The Hanniger kid.

What the hell is he doing here?

Leave the kid alone.

- Relax, Hinch...

- You cocksucker!

Hinch!

Get... Back up! Get the hell off!

What the f***?

He's back because of you.

You were responsible.

He wants you!

Easy.

You're in the wrong bar, kid.

Get off of me.

Red!

Everybody, stand down,

God damn it!

Harry's gonna kill you

for good this time. You hear me?

Hanniger, hit the door. Come on...

Why?

'Cause you people want to blame me

for the sh*t that happened a decade ago?

I didn't kill those people!

Come on. Come on!

It started with you, Tom.

Half the people here know someone

who died because of your fu...

Harry Warden

killed them, not me.

I know that, but you...

Then why don't they blame you?

I mean, you were the sheriff.

Yeah.

I just saved your ass, Hanniger.

For the second time.

But don't you worry, kiddo.

There won't be a third.

Good.

Oh, yes!

Oh, yeah!

What's wrong? Is it Noah?

Noah's fine, but it's 2 in the morning.

What is that?

It's an evidence tape.

Irene's murder.

I'm sorry.

I'll let you get back...

Tom Hanniger's back in town

to sell the mine.

He didn't stop by and visit you, did he?

Yeah, he came to

the grocery store today.

I was definitely surprised.

Why? What's going on?

The love of your life might be involved

in some very deep sh*t.

He's not the love of my life.

No?

You left this on the dresser.

It was the last time

you and him were together.

Always brings a tear to my eye.

Axel, I don't want to fight.

It's... I gotta be at work in five hours.

Yeah, well, I have to work now.

I found this tape at the murder scene.

If Tom contacts you again,

you let me know right away.

Oh, God!

- Easy.

- Jesus.

It's just me.

A little jumpy these days.

I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to, uh, talk to you

when you weren't working.

Well, I'm at work.

Well, you got 15 minutes

before the store opens.

I shouldn't have left the way that I did.

I know I f***ed up.

It was a long time ago.

You know, the second I saw you,

I instantly regretted

the last ten years of my life?

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