Nothing Sacred Page #7
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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...
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
the life-blood of a newspaper,
Miss Flagg, is its integrity.
Am I right, Wally?
Word for word.
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.
- 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 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
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
and die alone!
Like an elephant!
Happy, Mr. Cook?
Ecstatic, Mrs. Cook.
I know what you're gonna say.
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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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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