Children of the Corn: Revelation

[Woman moaning in her sleep]

[Voices whispering]

Aah!

[Voices screaming]

[Voices screaming]

Aah!

Where are you?

JAMIE:
Keep the change.

Lotsa luck.

Thanks.

[Gasps]

Hi.

JAMIE:
You guys coming in?

You coming in?

See ya.

[Knocking]

Grandma?

Grandma, it's me.

It's Jamie.

Grandma?

[Chatter on police scanner]

Not exactly Starbucks, is it?

I'm Detective Armbrister,

and they said you were waiting.

Hi. Jamie Lowell.

- And Miss Soames is your...

- My grandmother.

I came out from California

today, and she's gone.

Please.

[Telephone ringing]

- Right here.

- Thanks.

Could she be visiting friends?

JAMIE:

She doesn't have any.

Do you speak to her often?

Yeah, all the time.

She doesn't have a phone

in her room...

so I leave messages

at the front desk...

and she calls me back.

Uh, Miss Lowell, here's what

we do in missing person cases.

If the person's gone

for twenty-four hours...

But she hasn't answered my calls

for over a week.

Well, you said she didn't

have a phone in her room.

She uses the one in the lobby.

ARMBRISTER:

In nine out of ten cases...

people turn up

within twenty-four hours.

That's why we have this policy.

JAMIE:
I've already been

to the hospitals.

She's not there.

Something's wrong.

JAMIE:
Look, two months ago,

out of the blue...

she sold her house

and moved herself into this...

this complete dump...

like, five minutes

before it's condemned.

She stopped returning my calls,

and now I come out here...

and I find a bible

open next to her bed.

JAMIE:
You have to understand...

she's been a lifelong atheist.

You say

the building was condemned?

JAMIE:
I found

an eviction notice on her door.

So she's out looking

for another apartment.

You might want to camp out

there till she shows up.

Thanks

for the encouraging words.

Aah!

Nice.

[Children laughing]

Good evening.

Hi.

Hi.

You... you guys live over there,

right?

JAMIE:

We met today in the elevator.

Remember?

You want to play?

MAN'S VVOICE ON VVIDEO GAME:

The House of the Dead.

You see, you take the gun, and

you point it at the bad guys...

and you pull the trigger.

And the more you kill,

the better...

WOMAN'S VVOICE ON GAME:

Don't come! Aah!

Have fun.

MAN'S VVOICE ON GAME:

I don't want to die!

- Strange little kids, huh?

- You said it.

I mean, where are their parents?

Why are they out

so late at night alone?

I don't know.

They don't say nothing,

they don't buy nothing.

- How much?

- Five bucks.

OK.

Thank you.

Well, at least

they play like normal kids.

They ain't normal.

Sir...

do you recognize this lady?

JAMIE:

Her name's Hattie Soames...

and she hasn't been home

in a couple of days...

and I'm a little worried.

Sorry, miss.

OK. Thanks anyway.

[Gasps]

Kill!

What?

Kill!

Oh. You mean this?

You're welcome.

Hello.

JAMIE:
You Jerry?

I'm Jamie Lowell...

the one who's been calling for

her grandmother, Hattie Soames.

You told me you were putting

my messages...

under her door, remember?

Oh, I don't know

where she lives.

JAMIE:
I told you... 407.

JERRY:

Don't stress about it.

[Train horn blowing]

[Children laughing]

[Children laughing faintly]

Uhh.

Eww!

[Children laughing]

Aah!

Want to tell me

what you're up to, hmm?

- I'm looking for my grandmother.

- She's not in the basement.

You think she came down here and

padlocked the door from outside?

It was already unlocked.

I didn't do it.

Keep out.

Out of my way, fuckface!

You, too, b*tch!

Don't take it personally, hon.

He's like that with everyone.

[Door slams]

Oh.

[Chuckles] I'm Tiffany.

Hi. I'm, uh, I'm Jamie.

[Music plays]

TIFFANY:
Lunches, night shifts,

Fridays and Saturdays.

You should come. It's good.

It's called the Fun Club.

It's near the airport.

I mean, all the guys

are kind of jerks, but...

I kinda like the cops.

I'm not too big on cops

at the moment.

TIFFANY:
Yeah, well,

they are the worst tippers...

but at least they don't grab you

when you're table dancing.

Huh. God, it wasn't exactly

what I had in mind...

after ten years

of classical ballet...

but you gotta do what you

gotta do, you know what I mean?

So when did they give you

your eviction notice?

Oh, my God. About a week ago.

I stopped paying rent

months ago.

Obviously... look at the place.

TIFFANY:
But instead

of fixing it, they evicted us.

Why would my grandmother

move into a place...

two months

before it's condemned?

TIFFANY:

I don't know. That is strange.

Were you guys, um...

I mean, are you close?

Um, yeah.

Sort of.

She's a very independent person.

Not too communicative,

if you know what I mean.

I was hoping we'd get closer

after my parents died, but...

Oh, um...

How did they, uh...

A house fire

a couple of years ago.

TIFFANY:

Jeez, that must be rough.

Yeah.

It was.

Look, I should let you

get ready for work.

Don't worry about it, hon.

I got a twelve-hour shift

ahead of me.

TIFFANY:
Hey, listen.

I'm really sorry to hear

about your grandmother.

If you need anything,

you just let me know, OK?

I will. Thanks.

JAMIE:
That's really

nice of you, Tiffany.

Yeah, well,

I'm alone in the world, too.

WOMAN SINGING:

You'll take me away

Oh, make...

[Keyboard clicking]

[Knocking on door]

Jerry.

I'm sorry I didn't give

your grandmother the messages.

That's OK. I don't think

she was here to get them anyway.

JERRY:
Listen, I was just going

up to the roof to barbecue.

Been on the roof yet?

It's a great view.

- No.

- Oh! Fresh picked!

Yeah, I know.

Someone tried to throw some

through my window earlier.

Oh, dude.

JERRY:
Come up to the roof.

You gotta eat.

JAMIE:
Um...

OK, um...

Look, I've got some work

to finish up...

but I'll be up in a few minutes?

OK, great!

OK.

[Whispering]

God...

Mmm!

[Children laughing]

Where did you two come from?

Aaaahh!

[Carnival music continues]

[Turns music off]

[Gasps]

Jamie:
Hi.

Again.

You guys, you shouldn't be

up there, you know?

It's not safe.

Where exactly do you guys live?

JAMIE:

And when do you live there?

[Gasps]

[Train whistle blows

in the distance]

Jerry!

Hey, Jerry, I like

the Martha Stewart touch...

on your door.

Jerry?

Jerry, your steak's burning.

Just thought you wanted to know.

Hmm.

"And the sins of the father

shall be revisited on the sons."

[Voices whispering]

Aah!

Where are you?

- This way, Hattie.

- I'm coming!

VVOICE:
This way.

Coming!

[Train horn blows]

[Gasps]

Grandma?

JAMIE:
Grandma!

Grandma, is that you?

Wait!

Grandma!

Oh, grandma.

I'm down here.

It's me. It's Jamie.

It's Jamie, grandma.

Grandma?

JAMIE:
Aah! Aah!

Aah-aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

[Creaking]

ARMBRISTER:

Brought you some coffee.

Just the way you like it.

JAMIE:

It's been twenty-four hours.

And no grandmother.

So what are you gonna do?

Your grandmother's

got an interesting history.

I got the impression

you weren't much interested...

in her situation.

Well, uh, I took an interest.

ARMBRISTER:
This fire

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