Children of the Corn 4: The Gathering Page #4

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It"s time.

Your boy's come home.

I am Ezekiel and

I bring Him my flesh.

I am Caleb and

I bring Him my flesh.

Let"s take the truck.

No, no, no.

You drive.

By the looks of the moon,

we got about an hour.

- Where are we going?

- Spelling farm.

That's where he killed those preachers

and where the townspeople burned him.

Right, but what are we gonna do

when we get there?

I don't know, but I see

a lot of blood flowing.

And if my son gets as much as a cut

on him, he's gonna bleed to death.

Let's go.

I'm Herbert.

He comes with the blood

of children.

With my soul,

He will lead them.

What are you doing?

Spiking these shells

with mercury.

If this kid really hates this stuff, then this

oughta send him right back where he came from.

Watch it!

Where the hell are you going?

Short cut.

We bring Him our flesh.

We bring Him our flesh.

We bring Him our flesh.

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

We bring Him our flesh!

These two red ones, they're filled with

mercury. Use these on the bad kid.

The black ones,

they're regular 12-gauge, all right?

- And what do we use those for?

- I hope not to shoot children.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

That's Marcus.

Grace, come on.

Let's go. Let's go.

- What the f*** was that?

- I don't know. Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

Damn. I hope we brought

enough of this stuff.

Grace. Grace.

I gotta get Marcus.

You keep the gun.

Margaret?

Margaret?

Hang in there.

Marcus, hang in there.

Don't die on me now.

Just hang in there, buddy.

This'll do it, okay?

This is gonna do it.

Just hang in there, okay?

Margaret?

My God.

Bastard.

Oh.

I hope she can swim.

Doc? Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t! Black ones.

Sh*t!

I hope you can swim.

Hey, you"re gonna be all right.

You"re gonna be

all right.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, Margaret.

Come on.

Come on.

Thank God.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I don't think those

are so funny anymore.

Well, I think she'd

be happy about that.

Come on.

Let's go.

Okay, let"s say good-bye

to Marcus and Donald.

Take care of Mommy, you hear?

- Thanks a lot, Grace.

- Thank you.

- Bye, Marcus.

- Bye.

Mom, who will bring

our stuff to our new house?

That will be

the moving men.

It"ll be fun.

Now, you ready?

Ready, James?

James?

James!

Let's go.

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