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-- 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 vented the methane in 5. right?

I know my job, Harry.

Like fuck you do. Hanniger.

Just 'cause your daddy owns the mine doesn't mean you know shit.

- You hear that? - Oh, my God!

Damn kids! Everyone out now!

Happy fucking 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 pussy has the balls to show up here again,

- I will personally kick his ass. - Yeah, right.

Hey, guys.

Thanks for waiting.

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. l don't think so.

- Come on. - Come on.

- Sure? - Yeah.

Yay, 'cause 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 asshole.

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?

Hey, Wait up!

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.

Fuck you! Fuck 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! Don't leave him! - Come on.

- Oh! No! No! - Come back!

No. No.

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 1 0 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.

Why don't you people stop coming back here every year.

hoping for some kind of--

some kind of fucking horror show,

to mark the stupidest 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 bitch, 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.

Hey, you, uh, missed me on TV.

Oh, yes! That's right! How was he?

When you gonna dump this bum and run away with me?

I get off work at 8.

Well, I'll be sure to tuck the top down on my Cadillac.

Ben. Come on. I'm sitting right here.

Sarah? I've got a doctor's appointment.

Is it okay if I come in late today?

Yeah. Get there when you can.

Well, gentlemen,

I got some Huffy vans to track down.

You want me to come with?

No. No, you can hang tight, Martin. Finish your coffee.

I'll call you if I need backup.

This place gives me the creeps.

Can we meet in a motel next time?

Yeah, that's a great idea.

We'll just pull up and check in.

I don't think anybody would notice a sheriff's car parked out front.

Maybe one day, you'll tell your wife.

Maybe.

I figure you'll be with Sarah on Valentine's, so--

I...

I didn't get you anything.

You don't need to.

You already have.

I'm pregnant.

Tom. What are you doing here?

What do you mean? I'm here to sign the papers.

Oh, they moved the signing to Monday.

They moved it to Monday. Great.

Well, you're here now.

Want to come in and have a drink?

Yeah. Okay.

We missed you at the funeral.

Of course, your father missed you long before that.

Oh, he could have found me if he wanted to.

You know, he'd kick your ass if he knew you were selling the mine.