My Bloody Valentine Page #3

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,

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