Children of the Corn 4: The Gathering Page #2

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Grace.

Charlie, honey.

Oh, my God.

- Marcus?

- Dad.

Jesus, these kids are going up fast.

We've gotta break this.

Prep an ice bath.

- Charlie, I'm putting you in.

- No! Mom!

- Is it ready?

- Almost!

Honey, I'm gonna

cool you off.

No! Mom!

I'm comin' in.

Grab the other one.

Mom!

You've got to

stay there and cool off.

We have to cool you down.

- Grace!

- I"ll get the last one.

Calm down.

One more time.

Come on.

Help me out here.

Lie down. Down, down.

Grace!

Grace!

Okay. That's it.

We're done.

- Are you warm enough?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Well, go to sleep.

She was calling for you...

by the road.

But she's come in now.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I'm gonna head off.

You keep an eye on 'em

for the rest of the night,

but call me immediately

if anything changes.

Okay, Doc.

You still sure you want

to go into medicine?

That's it. Very nice.

Okay. All set.

Go say hello to Dad.

Hey.

You can take him home today

if you want, but he seems fine.

- Just like that?

- Well, he's asymptomatic. All the kids are.

Thanks.

So... that's it?

Looks like it.

- Whatever it was, it's gone.

- Whew.

Hail Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now...

Hail Mary, mother of God.

Mary, mother of God.

Mary, mother of...

Now and at the hour of death...

God!

Sirens]

Let"s go, kid. Bedtime.

Big day tomorrow.

Big move.

So you'll be a smaller fish

in a much bigger pond. That's okay.

- I liked being a big fish.

- Hey.

So, when we get to Denver,

you can run for mayor.

...the slaughter of the innocent

children of Israel...

ran the streets

red with blood.

Red! Red!

Amen! Halleluiah!

According to God"s plan...

I can't pry that kid away from that

idiot box. We ought to leave it here.

- It's not an idiot box when Oprah is on.

- That's educational.

Marcus, what did I

just get done telling you?

Go to bed.

We're moving in the morning.

I can't go.

Donald? Donald!

- Sandra?

- No! No!

Sandra!

Marcus!

Sandra!

Sandra!

Margaret, did you

burn yourself here?

No.

You weren't playing in any leaves,

maybe poison ivy?

Okay. Sleep tight.

Okay.

16-Crash-21, Foothill.

A male white, thin

build, 20 to 25 years in a rear yard...

I'm not saying that you did,

and I'm not saying that you didn't.

We do have ourselves a little situation

here, now don't we, Donald?

Sheriff, I don't know what happened

in that house tonight,

but something attacked us, Sheriff.

And now something"s

wrong with my boy.

It never looks good

for the husband, Donald.

Look at him, Sheriff.

Look at him.

Marcus! Marcus, you stay near now.

We"re gonna need you.

Marcus!

Smitty, watch this guy.

Marcus!

Marcus?

Come on, son!

I know you've seen some

scary things tonight, son,

but if you come on back

we can help you.

Marcus!

Come on in, son!

Marcus!

All right, son!

I'm gonna count to three.

You better come in

or you're gonna be in big trouble.

One...

two...

three!

Sheriff.

- All right, son.

- Sheriff.

We"re gonna get ya.

- Sheriff.

Sheriff.

Marcus?

Sheriff.

- What was that?

- Oh, my God!

There"s a gate down there.

They went through here.

Okay, good idea.

Grace?

Grace!

Grace!

What's the matter,

honey?

You feel okay?

You hot again?

Help me.

- Yaaah!

- Aaaaah!

Mrs. Nock?

We heard

about your trouble.

Something's wrong

with my boy.

Sandra's dead.

They think I did it.

I need a place to hide.

There's no need

to explain.

Ow!

Why do you need it?

Well, our machine will tell us

what the blood is made out of.

Gross.

Now let's see what this will do

for those little markings there.

- Ow!

- That doesn't hurt. It's supposed to feel good.

I don't like it.

- Did Mom ever tell you you had any allergies?

- No.

Well!

You two are in early.

Oh, she had some little rashes. I wanted

to get a look at them and take some blood.

Want me to take a peek?

Oh, I don't think it's anything.

It's probably just an allergy.

I'm gonna run her

to school.

So, how's your mother

holding up?

She's gettin' there. The medication seems

to help, and the house is shaping up.

Have you considered

coming back?

Oh, Doc, I just want to handle this

thing with Mom. Then I can think.

Enough said.

Police are still

searching for Donald Atkins.

He"s wanted for questioning regarding

the bizarre double murder...

of his wife and

Sheriff Biggs last night.

Atkins fled the crime scene

and shortly afterward...

police discovered the body of

the sheriff in a nearby cornfield.

Apparently, the sheriff was searching

for the couple"s son, Marcus.

At the moment, there is no sign

of either father or son.

Police are asking

that anyone...

with any information on the two

contact them immediately.

Oh. Janet.

I'm sorry, Dr. Robbie, but

they've been acting so strangely.

Ever since they got sick,

they just won"t listen to me.

I thought they were teasing me,

you know, but I don't...

How're you doin' there,

Scott?

I'm not Scott.

Oh, then you

must be Scott.

- I'm Zeke.

- I'm Caleb.

I told them to stop. They just won"t

quit, Doc. What do you think it is?

What I think it is

is they're pulling your leg,

and I think you're about

to collapse from exhaustion.

Now, go on home and get you some sleep.

I'll keep them here tonight.

- Are you sure?

- I will keep an eye on them.

I don"t want to see you back here

"til you"ve had ten solid hours.

Okay.

Well, now. All right.

You want to tell me what's

going on here, Charlie?

I'm not Charlie.

Do you boys know

how old I am?

Well... I"m pretty old.

I've lived here in Grand Isle

my entire life.

I was around during

the Second World War.

I was around during the Depression.

Did you know that?

But when I was a boy here,

there was a set of twins...

a couple years older

than I was.

They weren't bad boys,

but they had a lot of...

bad things and sad things

in their lives.

Do you know

what I"m getting at?

Ezekiel and Caleb Cuff.

Do you know what happened

to the Cuff boys?

They were killed

by their father.

One of them was shot...

and the other

was cut with a knife.

Do you think

that is a funny thing?

It is not.

And I don't think your little joke

is a funny thing, either.

I'm going to suggest

to your mother...

that she blister

your little behinds...

real good.

You understand me, Scott?

I'm not Scott.

I take the pills.

I do. I take them.

But it just gets worse.

Shhh.

It'll be okay, Mom.

It will.

The dream is getting worse, Grace.

I close my eyes...

and he's there.

The boy is there.

I told you to wait out front,

young man.

Where is your brother?

In bed.

It's too late for that.

You boys have been

looking for trouble,

and now you are going

to get it!

Doc!

All right, boys.

That's enough!

Boys!

Boys!

Yaaaaaah!

He's back.

Oh, my God!

Hello?

Doc?

I don't want to hurt you.

The kids. Where are the kids?

You were testing them.

You saw Marcus Atkins. Where is he?

He's gone.

Disappeared with the sheriff.

Something was wrong

with him.

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