Children of the Corn 4: The Gathering Page #3

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He saw what had happened.

He was in shock.

Wait a minute.

You murdered Sandra.

No, I didn't kill her! Something happened

in the house. Something happened to Marcus.

He was sick.

They were all sick.

It was just a virus,

but it's gone now.

- It did something to him. The fever.

- No, that's impossible.

Then why are you here?

What is that?

Blood tests

for my sister.

- What does it say?

- I don"t know. L"m not a doctor.

What does it say?

The readings

don't make any sense.

There must have been something

wrong with the machine.

Something

is wrong with her.

She has it too.

Whatever happened to my boy

is going to happen to her...

and the rest of them,

all of them.

All I want to do is find

my boy, bury my wife...

and get the hell out

of this godforsaken town.

Why do we have to

do it again? Ow.

The machine that analyzes blood didn't do

it right last time, so we needed some more.

But we don't like it.

Well, I had to do it too.

Okay, guys,

let's get you to school.

Margaret, are you

feeling all right?

James? James.

I can't get the door.

I can't get it.

Margaret, what's wrong?

I'm not Margaret.

What do you want?

I haven't seen you

around here.

What's your name?

Whew! My God,

you're hot!

You stay right here.

Damn!

I remember a scripture...

that talked about the time

of Herod in the land of Canaan...

when the slaughter of the innocent children

of Israel ran the streets red with blood.

Red! Red!

Amen! Halleluiah!

According to God"s plan,

those children of Israel...

We're going to see

the doctor right now, okay?

Margaret, look at me.

Jesus.

Something's wrong with my boy.

You said he was better.

- We're doing everything we can.

- His teeth are falling out. He's calling himself names.

- What's wrong?

- I've got a lot to do.

You're not a doctor.

I want to see Doc Rob.

So do I, but right now I'm all you've

got, so sit down and let me do my job.

Okay, now listen up. Mrs. Becker,

take room one. You're first.

Mrs. Amos, room two.

Mrs. Crandall, room three.

Mary Anne, get back here.

You're my new nurse.

Put this in your mouth

and bite on it.

Come on, Doc.

Where's Doc Rob?

I have complete chaos at the school.

There's no answer.

He must be on his way in.

I ran a blood test on her

that was totally off the scale.

And Margaret's teeth, she pulled out

every one of her fillings.

Grace.

I don't wanna be in charge when their heads

start doing 360's and they're hurling pea soup.

Get blood from these kids, give them

gauze to chew on and find Doc Rob.

James!

James?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Mom?

Mom!

Jamie?

Jamie?

We"ll show Doc Rob

the blood tests and give you a call.

- I appreciate it. Thank you.

- Thanks for coming by.

- What the hell is going on?

- That was County General.

They"re sending out

the toxicology team in the morning.

A voodoo doctor

might be a better idea.

I want to know

where the f*** Rob is!

And where are all the files

on these kids?

Every medical record

on a child is missing.

Doc Rob must've taken them. I'm gonna

take these results and go by his house.

He"s an old man.

Maybe he kicked it.

Grace, don't even

think about it.

What?

Mary Anne,

this blood sample...

Mine looks fine,

but the kid's is...

What is it?

Where are my boys?

Doc Rob has my boys.

I'm going to get them

right now.

Mary Anne, this blood is not

properly oxygenating.

It's decayed. It's like

it's mixed with something dead.

That's it. Check, please.

I'm out of here.

- Mary Anne, come on.

- No way, Grace! This sh*t is creeping me out big time!

Run the rest of those samples

and look for something chemical.

I'm going to Doc Rob's.

Come on, Margaret.

Come on.

Get in the car.

- Leave the child.

- Look, we have to find a doctor.

Leave the child.

You and I have someplace to go.

Margaret, you have to stay

with Mary Anne for now.

Okay, drive.

Let's go.

Mrs. Nock,

this is Grace.

I know who it is.

Come.

Listen.

Harvest moon's up.

Do you know

what that is?

Traveling preachers.

Tent revivals.

Old-time religion.

Those preachers

wanted our money.

And we wanted

to believe.

There was a boy...

that boy...

born of sin

to a young girl.

It was a scandal...

back then.

She up and left him.

One of those travelin'

preachers took him in.

So the boy took

to preachin'.

Like it was in his blood.

He had the gift,

he did.

We'd come from miles around

just to hear him.

He"d scorch you with

the fear of hellfire,

then raise you up to Heaven,

that boy.

They called him

Josiah.

Josiah, the amazing

boy preacher.

Great crowds would

gather round to listen.

And he made them adult preachers

rich as kings, he did.

But somethin' was wrong.

Summer after summer,

the tents

would come around,

and the boy was

still just a boy.

Oh, sh*t.

Every summer,

the amazing boy preacher

would be the same age,

the same size.

They knew if he grew up,

the money would stop.

So them wicked preachers...

tried everything:

Kept him from sleep,

fed him quicksilver...

poison.

To stunt his growth,

but it didn"t work.

But it just made

the boy crazy.

Finally,

they took the step.

Gave him over.

Wh... What do you mean,

"gave him over"?

The darkness keptJosiah small.

But we learned the secret,

left the tents.

Preachers didn't have

no use forJosiah no more,

so they left him.

Like his mother done.

He done them

preachers back good.

With a harvestin' scythe.

Up on the Spelling ranch.

In the dark of night.

Jesus Christ.

So we did

what we had to.

Townspeople...

dragged that boy

out of the house.

Dragged him out

to the cornfield...

and burned him up.

- And the boy cried.

- I could feel him.

All through

the night...

I could still feel it.

Long after he should"ve been dead.

Next day we searched

the fields,

gathered every one

of the bones,

the ashes.

And deep in a well...

we sealed the soul

of that wicked boy preacher.

He's found a child.

One like himself.

And when that like child

takes his place,

Josiah will take them all.

What do you mean,

"like child"?

Left. Abandoned.

You must kill the boy.

Send his spirit to hell!

Take back the like child!

Don"t make my mistake!

- Let's go.

- It all starts with a lie, girl.

- It all starts with a lie.

- Let's go.

Take back the child!

What is it?

What do you know?

This thing has got my boy.

You tell me what you know now.

Margaret is the like child.

I abandoned her and I lied to her.

Your sister?

She's my daughter.

Get in the f***ing car.

Margaret, I think

it's time to go.

Margaret!

Margaret?

Margaret?

Margaret!

- Grace!

- Oh, my God.

Margaret!

- We have to find her! We've gotta get her back!

- Wait a minute. Hold on.

- Look. Look at this. What is this?

- It's mercurochrome ointment.

Margaret hated it. That stuff and

fillings. They"re both made of mercury.

- The boy. The boy was poisoned with quicksilver.

- Right.

Quicksilver is mercury.

Where's the

supply closet?

Rosa.

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