My Bloody Valentine Page #4

- 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.

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