Nothing Sacred Page #7

confused, Mr. Cook? You hit her!

That's entirely different. I love her!

Water. Water! I'm on fire!

I'm hot as a coal...

Well, you can cool off now, Hazel.

The jig is up.

What? What?!

The jig is up!

You mean to say the whole thing was...

was for... was for nothing?

Yeah, I'm sorry...

You thought you could put one

over on Oliver Stone, eh?

- Well, I guess I still know a fake when I...

- You keep out of this!

- Wally...

- Yes, dear?

Oh, Wally. I didn't mean to do it, I didn't

mean to do it. I love you, I love you...

Miss Flagg, I wonder if you're aware of

the traditions of a great newspaper.

Do you realize what it means to those who

carry aloft the torch of journalism?

From the highest editor

to the lowest office boy

the life-blood of a newspaper,

Miss Flagg, is its integrity.

Am I right, Wally?

Word for word.

I wrote that speech for

you ten years ago

At the Cleveland

convention, you remember?

You can both talk all you want.

I've made up my mind.

Your what?

- I'm through.

- What do you mean, you're through?

I'm gonna confess. I'm going back

to Warsaw. They love me there.

They don't hit me on the jaw

and push me in rivers...

But you can't confess.

Do you realize that out there are some of

the most important citizens of this town?

All of those people are out there by

special invitation from the Morning Star.

And why? To pass on to the people of

New York, to the people of the world

your last words.

- For instance?

- Ah, this is no time for sarcasm, Wally.

You got me into this, you get me out.

Use your brain.

Mine's stunned.

Where's Dr. Downer? Where's

that weasel-hearted medico?

He's been on a toot.

We could use him. We could

throw him to the wolves.

Just when we need

him, he isn't here.

I got an idea. We can bury her.

Like they do in India.

You know, like the Yogis. We can stick

a tube down for her to breathe through

and dig her up in the

morning with no harm done.

- Nothing doing ...!

- Wally! Stop her! Stop her!

- I'm a... I'm a...

- Stop her!

I'm a fake, I'm a phony, I'm not gonna die.

I was never gonna die.

I never had radium poisoning,

I never had anything.

I wanted a trip to New

York, and I got it.

And what's more, you and

New York can go... fine!

- Mr. Stone, is this true?

- Uh... uh... yes.

Well, this is terrible. Terrible. I

endorsed this thing. I sponsored this girl.

I gave her the key to the city.

And just as an election was coming up.

Here's your key. I won't

be needing it anymore.

Miss Flagg, I represent

100,000 young matrons.

We switched a whole study course

from "The Menace of Communism"

to "The Inspiration of Hazel Flagg".

Miss Flagg. The Girlfriends of the Forest

have just organized a Hazel Flagg Unit

With me as Chief Ranger.

Already, we are 4,000 members.

If you persist in flaunting your

recovery in this flagrant manner

The trees of America will

be without girlfriends.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Morning

Star keeps faith with its readers.

This thing must not get out.

Oh, let me alone. I wish

I really could die...

Go someplace by myself and...

and die alone!

Like an elephant!

Happy, Mr. Cook?

Ecstatic, Mrs. Cook.

I know what you're gonna say.

You think I'm Hazel Flagg.

Well, I'm getting sick and tired of

people mistaking me for that fake!

Fake? Young woman, how dare you

speak of Hazel Flagg as a fake?

How dare you slur the memory of one of

the most gallant girls that ever lived?

Despite you and your kind the world

will never forget Hazel Flagg.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Don't worry, baby. Two months from now,

they won't know who Hazel Flagg was.

They'll find another elephant.

Darling, you're forgetting that everybody

in New York knew me and loved me.

Loved me for my courage,

my brave smile in the face of...

Well, after all, I was a

pretty important person.

Just a flash in the pan of Manhattan.

And they were beginning

to get pretty impatient

at the way you were

dragging the thing out.

That's a lie, and you know it.

Why, right now, millions of people

are crying just thinking about me.

Why don't you get wise

to yourself, Hazel?

You're just another freak, like the

Bearded Lady, Jo-Jo the Dog-face...

- Take that back, or I'll...

- Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

Hazel! Hazel!

Yes, Enoch. What is it?

Hazel!

Hazel!

Run for your life!

Run for your life!

The whole town is flooded!

Flooded...

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