The Mangler Page #2

Like always.

Have I ever let you down?

Yes.

Oh!

Oh.

Sh*t.

I feel like it's all my fault.

I just wasn't strong enough.

I tried to help her.

O.K., it's alright.

It's alright. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

It's O.K.

Ex... excuse me.

I know how you feel.

Have you seen that machine?

It makes me sick to my stomach.

These will help.

Mrs. Frawley

used to take 'em.

Oh, keep the bottle.

Thank you.

Annette Gillian.

Uh, John Hunton.

How do you do?

Hi.

Oh, poor Mrs. Frawley.

Oh, god!

Hey, what's going on?

Nothing, Johnny. We're here

to settle a safety issue.

What's the emergency, anyway?

There's been an accident

with a speed ironer.

Let's go in.

If the safety

features on this machine

meet state and local standards,

then you may resume operation.

Yes, thank

you, judge bishop.

O.K., Martin,

start her up.

Stand clear, boys.

Let's start with the safety bar.

When I lift this up,

the machine

should stop. Uh!

Put it down, it should start.

What is your conclusion,

Mr. Martin?

Well, I'll tell you,

judge bishop,

the safety bar seems to

be working fine.

Then I declare that this was

a case of accidental death.

This inquest is closed.

I know what you

think of my work.

Look, there's no such thing

as empirical truth in

theoretical parapsychology.

If you saw Seraphims and Cherubims

falling out of the sky,

singing hallelujah,

you wouldn't believe it.

You want proof, right?

Oh, you'll never change.

You haven't eaten much.

Why? You're not

feeling well?

There was an accident today...

The worst one I've ever seen.

Messy?

So how long is it now

you've been chasing corpses?

14 years.

Oh, man, 14 years.

You know, you need to spend

some more time with the living.

Ha ha ha!

Jesus, you sound

just like Sandy.

Sandra really loved you.

Whatever.

Uh, I just... I just

got to hang in there

and get my 20 years in

so I can retire

and get the f***

out of this town

before I turn completely numb.

Yeah, well, uh,

you know, Johnny,

you really do

need to get a life.

I got a life.

What I need is a beer.

Come over if you want.

I don't suppose you know anything

about industrial laundries?

You know, I used to work

in an industrial laundry

when I was an undergraduate

at Berkeley.

Get out of here.

I did, man.

Really?

Yeah, sure.

Well, look,

do you know that machine

they call the speed ironer?

Oh, man, yeah. It's

called a mangle.

A mangler?

Mangle.

That's the one.

That's the one.

It mangled a woman

this morning...

Oh!

Over at Mr. Gartley's

blue ribbon laundry.

It...

There was hardly

anything left of her.

No way. No way, man. That can't happen.

You've got a safety bar.

If someone's feeding the machine

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