Children of the Corn: Revelation Page #2

she survived as a kid...

What fire?

She never told you about it?

No.

ARMBRISTER:
It was a tent

revival that went up in flames.

She was really lucky,

apparently.

Twenty or so other children

were killed.

It was a cult, although they

didn't call it that back then.

- A religious cult?

- Yeah.

ARMBRISTER:
They thought adults

were the agents of Satan.

They killed themselves because

they were about to be shut down.

A cult of kids.

Are you all right?

ARMBRISTER:

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Um, do you mind if I use

your phone to call a cab?

Why don't I give you a ride?

That way I can check out

your grandmother's apartment...

see if there are any clues.

- Yeah, sure. OK.

- I'll get my keys.

Eeww. Yuck.

[Turns water on]

[Clatter]

[Gasps]

Sh*t.

Here. This is what

we've put together so far.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

ARMBRISTER:
So they never

determined the cause...

for the fire that killed

your parents, did they?

You know,

it is an odd coincidence.

What?

ARMBRISTER:
Your grandmother

and your parents and two fires.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Ah-ow!

Mmm.

TIFFANY:
Oh, my God.

What the hell

are you doing in here, kid?

God, you scared me

half to death.

You shouldn't be in here.

Where's your mother?

Dead.

Look, I don't know

how you got in here...

but I want you out of here now.

What are you doing?

TIFFANY:
What are you doing?

Aah!

Aah-aah!

Quiet down, you f***in' whore!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Go to a motel and f*** your

brains out, you f***in' b*tch!

Aah!

Hey, listen to this.

"The boy preacher Abel

of local fame...

"seduced God-fearing children

into leaving their parents...

"and following him.

"They worshipped

in the cornfields...

"hidden from prying adult eyes.

JAMIE:
"When the sheriff

and his men...

"were closing in

on one of their revivals...

"the children lit the tent afire

and burned themselves alive.

"Only one young girl escaped

the fire with her life."

My grandma.

"The site of the tragedy...

"has been sold to the Hemco

real estate company...

"who will begin groundbreaking

on a swanky new building...

"the Hampton Arms,

within two months."

- Oh, my God.

- What?

The boy preacher Abel.

I found a picture of him

with Grandma Hattie.

It's the same boy.

[Children screaming]

[Gasps]

CHILD:
Help me!

[Children laughing]

Unh. Unh.

[Child laughing]

[Children laughing]

The Hampton Arms

from sixty years ago.

God, all those children

died right here.

They're back.

From the dead?

No. Back in the sense

that they've started up again...

as a cult.

Cornfield's back.

Everything the way she left it?

Yeah.

I mean, I slept in the bed,

but...

She do this?

Well, I didn't.

Were you two on the outs?

No.

They're sleeping pills.

What's this?

What does it look like?

Um...

You got any plastic baggies?

Uh, yeah, I'll see.

But what does it look like?

Um... blood.

JAMIE:
No baggies.

Good news.

It's not your grandmother's.

- It's not?

- It's Hershey's.

Chocolate?

Yeah. I guess you had me

going there with your paranoia.

Glad I didn't take it

to the lab.

- That's strange.

- What's that?

Her hat...

it was hanging right here.

[Children laughing]

You bastards!

- You want some coffee?

- Sure.

So, uh, what do you think?

ARMBRISTER:
Well, there's

no indication of foul play.

Well, what about

the broken picture?

It fell off the table probably.

What about the kids?

What kids?

The kids

hangin' around in the street.

The kids in the building.

The kids that nobody seems

to notice except for me.

Me and that priest.

What priest?

[Sighs]

Look, let's just go with this.

My grandmother

survived a mass suicide.

Right here.

I mean, maybe she's come back...

out of some sort of misguided

survivor's guilt or something.

I don't know,

maybe they did something to her.

But you're talking about

something that happened...

sixty years ago.

Yeah.

Well, they were fanatics.

I mean,

Charlie Manson's family...

is still devoted to him

thirty-five years later.

But wouldn't that put them

in their, uh...

what, eighties by now?

OK.

Maybe the original people,

but, uh...

maybe they're a whole new

generation or something.

You should have seen those kids.

They acted like

they were brainwashed or...

hypnotized or something.

JAMIE:

They certainly didn't act...

like they were

from the 21st century.

Eesh, you should have seen them

playing a video game.

ARMBRISTER:
I do not believe

that your grandmother...

was abducted by a group

of hyper-religious kids.

Sorry.

You have any matches?

[Gasps]

[Blows]

Maybe not.

Keep it.

[Sighs]

ARMBRISTER:
Look, why don't you

get a motel or something?

You probably shouldn't

stay here.

You told me to,

in case she came back.

Well, that was before.

Before you thought

she wasn't coming back.

No, before I saw this place.

Oh.

ARMBRISTER:
OK, uh,

why don't you stay at my place?

I'll sleep on the couch.

Actually, I don't have a couch,

but I'll sleep in the tub.

Well, technically,

it's a shower stall...

but, you know, it's very roomy.

No, really, thanks.

Hey, at least

let me buy you dinner.

I'll pick you up when I get off.

Um, can we make it 9:00,

actually?

I have an article deadline.

OK. 9:
00's good.

[Door opens]

[Metallic squeaking]

[Wind whistling]

[Children laughing]

Pipe down, you f***in' brats!

F***ers!

God damn you, you kids!

Don't you...

You little bastards!

What the hell are you doing?

You stupid little... Stop!

MAN:
Come on, you bastards!

Come on, stop this!

Stop, stop! Aah!

Aah!

[Children laughing]

Aah!

[Giggling]

[Laughter grows louder]

CHILD:
Psst.

[Children chanting]

[Wind whistling]

CHILDREN:

... in the sky, in the sky.

I will stand...

[Children continue chanting]

[Chanting stops]

WOMAN:
Jamie! Uhh!

Grandma?

[Woman speaking indistinctly]

[Breathing heavily]

[Child whispering]

[Breathing heavily]

[Giggling]

[Floor creaking]

[Wind whistling]

[Bell on door rings]

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Hello?

[Rustling]

Hey, wait!

Where'd you get that hat?

Hey, wait up!

[Bell on door rings]

[Chorus singing eerily]

[Train horn blowing]

[Children laughing]

Jerry!

Jerry, I want to talk to you!

Excuse me!

Sir!

Sir?

Hello!

Hello! Tiffany!

Tiffany, are you there?

Is anybody here?

[Panting]

- [Banging on door]

- [Gasps]

[Banging continues]

- Come on, let me in.

- No.

MAN:
Well, I can't talk to you,

while... All right, never mind.

Look, I came by to tell you

that I'm leaving, OK?

You're the last one here.

What do you mean,

I'm the last one?

Found one of these

on your door yet, huh?

No.

Don't you think it's a little

bit early for Christmas?

What do you think, huh?

Look...

I'm out of here.

You watch yourself.

Watch yourself.

[Chorus singing eerily]

[Grunts]

[Electricity humming]

[Grunts]

[Panting]

[Man muttering]

MAN:
Go on.

[Gasps]

What do you want?

What do you want?

[Gasping]

Huh! Aah!

Uhh! Uhh!

[Groaning]

Uhh!

BOYSINGING:
Alleluia

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes