My Bloody Valentine

Listen! We're not sure

what caused the collapse.

Our boys were working the north end

of Tunnel 5 when she gave.

But I can assure you,

we here at the Hanniger Mines

are doing everything

in our power to get them out alive.

Calm down, folks!

It's a routine questioning.

Tom was the last man

to leave the mine that night.

Maybe he could shine

a light on the situation.

Tom Hanniger is responsible

for the collapse,

but it was an accident.

And that's the thing we have to remember.

It was an accident.

This morning, at around 5 a.m.,

we recovered five bodies

and one survivor.

Harry Warden was the only survivor.

When he arrived at the county hospital,

he was delusional, violent...

The five miners that died were all killed

by the blunt force of

a pickaxe, not the cave-in.

It was no accident killed those men.

It was Harry Warden.

He murdered those miners

buried alive with him

to conserve his own goddamn air.

Evidence suggests

Harry killed each of them with a pickaxe.

Blood was found

on Harry Warden's pickaxe.

Look, chances are very slim

that Warden will ever

come out of his coma.

Let's hope God doesn't waste any miracles

on Harry Warden.

We'll rescue Trainor down below.

You, venom, and methane in 5, right?

I know my job, Harry.

Like f*** you do, Hanniger.

Just 'cause your daddy owns the mine

doesn't mean you know sh*t.

- You hear that?

- Oh, my God!

Damn kids! Everyone out now!

Happy f***ing Valentine's Day.

Sheriff Burke.

Over here.

Think I waited too long to retire.

You and me both, Hinch.

Who did this?

Harry Warden.

Harry Warden's in a coma.

Guess he woke up.

Where the hell is he headed?

Come on, Irene.

Everybody's already moving underground.

Don't you think it's

about time we joined them?

I told you I gotta wait for Sarah and Tom.

I promised.

Christ.

Hasn't she broken up

with that loser yet?

Sorry to tell you, sweetie,

but Tom's the love of her life.

Yeah, whatever. If that p*ssy

has the balls to show up here again,

- I will personally kick his ass.

- Yeah, right.

Hey, guys.

Thanks for waiting.

Yeah, Axel was just

about ready to give up,

but I knew you would come!

- Axel. Hey.

- Hey, Sarah.

Okay, so before we go in... snapshot.

No. I don't think so.

- Come on.

- Come on.

- Sure?

- Yeah.

Because you guys

look so cute together.

Okay. Say "Over-the-pants hand job."

You guys want one?

No, we're good. Come on.

Let's go.

All right.

Okay?

- You ready to party?

- Oh, yeah.

Hey. Hey.

We don't have to go in there,

Tom, if you don't want to go.

I can't believe you wouldn't

take a picture of us.

- Just stop, all right?

- What, stop? What do you mean?

It's not like I won't

take a picture with you.

I just won't take a picture

with that a**hole.

What's up, Bruce?

What? What is it about Tom...

That's what you get.

It's fine.

It's fine. Everybody's here.

You wanted to be here.

Do you want to be here?

Yeah. Yes.

Sure?

Yes.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I left the beer in the car.

Here. Take this.

- I'll go up and catch up with you.

- Want me to go?

No.

Go ahead.

Hey, guys!

- Don't be afraid.

- Don't get lost.

Axel?

Irene?

Where are you guys?

Oh, God.

What, you think I was

Harry Warden or something?

Hey, Michael! Check this out...

Hello?

Jason?

Jason, is that you?

Come on, dude! You're scaring me!

Come on.

Okay.

I'm out of here.

F*** you! F*** you! Do you hear me?

- Sarah!

- They're dead!

They're all dead!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Let's go! Hurry up!

Come on!

Sarah! Faster! Faster!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- Don't leave him!

- Come on.

- No! No!

- Come back!

No. No. N...

Stay down, Harry.

Stay down, Harry!

Tom?

Tom. You all right?

Hey, Sheriff! Come on!

Stay with him.

Let's go, idiot.

Hard to believe.

Harmony, this small-town slice

of Norman Rockwell,

is the murder capital of America.

The Valentine's Day

celebration approaches,

and it's been nearly 10 years

since this God-fearing community

was shaken to its core

when local miner Harry Warden

went on a killing spree,

taking the lives of 22 men,

women, and children

before being buried alive in

the very mine he once worked.

But after a decade,

have the residents of Harmony

been able to recover from the trauma?

I'm here with County Sheriff Axel Palmer,

who has this to say.

What happened was a long time ago.

We're all just trying to move on.

Sheriff, do you ever worry

that these horrific events

might repeat themselves?

Well, I know you in the media

would just love that to happen.

You know, why don't you people just stop

coming back here every year,

hoping for some kind of...

some kind of f***ing horror show,

to mark the stupidest [bleep]ing holiday

a greeting card company ever invented?

Eloquent, Sheriff. You make us look

like an inbred mining community.

We are an inbred mining

community, Ben.

So you got any coffee in this joint?

What's so funny?

Your boss. County Sheriff Axel Palmer.

If only your old man could see you now.

I don't know.

That's one intensely good-looking

son of a b*tch, if you ask me.

I should have my own reality show.

Yeah, I'm sure your exploits

arresting hardened bicycle thieves

would be a big hit.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Sarah.

Hey, sweetie. Hey, don't forget

to pick up Noah's soccer gear tonight.

Yeah. I'll take care of it.

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