Children of the Corn Page #3

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Yea, Ahaz be cursed.

And the Lord did say,

"l will send outlanders among you--

a man and a woman--

and these unbelievers will be

profaners and defilers of the corn.

Then shall your faith be tested

as it was in the days of the blue man."

All:
The blue man.

Yea, the blue man.

He Who Walks Behind The Rows

has protected us from the outside world

and provided for us since

the oldest amongst us were little.

But a time of tribulation has come.

A test is at hand!

We welcome the test.

You should not show pride,

Malachai.

For does not the Bible say that the Lord

will not lift up his countenance

upon the prideful man?

What did God say we must do?

God told me, "Be not like

Ahaz's fate to desert him,

for My name is strong here,

My power is great.

I'm the Lord of lords,

so now you must make

sacrifices to me

and behold the unbelievers

who've come to fulfill this purpose."

Make sacrifice.

Yea!

Thus shall it be with the outlanders.

This is the word

of He Who Walks Behind The Rows.

We do his work

from shine to shadow.

It is well we do this.

- Yea, verily.

- Amen.

- Vicky:
Do you smell that?

- Yeah.

What stinks?

You were obviously never

a farmer's daughter.

It's fertilizer. It's the stuff

that makes corn grow green.

Vicky:
Just stop right here.

Stop.

Let's turn around, Burt. Let's just take

the body back to Grand lsland.

No. Grand lsland is 70 miles away

in the wrong direction.

It would look funny

if we brought him there.

I don't care.

- What's wrong?

- What do you mean, "What's wrong?"

This town is empty.

There's nobody here but us.

Yeah, it sure seems that way.

It's a one-stoplight town, I agree

with you, but everybody's probably down

at the town square

having a bake sale or something.

There's no one here.

- Do you remember that gas station?

- Yeah, what about it?

When was the last time you paid

The '60s, maybe.

We're in the middle of town

and I haven't seen one car moving--

not one car!

Where are you--

where are you going?

I'm gonna go pull

that hair out of your ass.

I'm gonna go see where everybody is.

The sign says "Open." I'm going in.

And you're just gonna leave me

alone in the car again, huh?

You said you wanted

an early lunch stop. Congratulations.

You've got it. And no talking about

what happened to the boy, all right?

Huh. If you think so.

I do. So...

join me?

You've got

a busted headlight, mister.

Blood on it, too. Maybe you hit

a dog or something.

Hmm?

Look,

- do you hear it?

- Hear what?

The nothing. There are no cars.

There are no people.

There are no fertilizer spreaders.

There's nothing here.

I hear kids, don't you?

Pardon me, sir. Can I try some

of your 25 sweet potato pie?

I've been at that

bake sale or football game

for 12 years now.

I can't make sense of this.

I'm sure there's people here.

You know what?

That's what's wrong with you.

You're always sure.

You spent your whole life being sure.

Why do you have to be so stubborn?

Why can't you just admit

that there's something wrong here?

The whole place stinks of it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Um--

Why don't we just go find

some local authorities

and report this accident?

Okay?

No.

- What?

- No.

There, I said it. No!

And in a nutshell, why our entire

marriage is falling apart, Burt.

I said, "No!" No, sir!

- Just give it a rest.

- I'll give it a rest

when we're going

the other way, okay?

Now turn this car around.

Turn it around right now.

- Let's go and see that lawyer.

- We have a dead child

in the trunk of our car.

If you wanna go back to l-80

and walk, that's fine.

I'll pick you up later.

But do not tell me to drive

and act like we have nothing

but a bag of garbage in our trunk.

This kid was

some mother's son, Vicky!

So, I'm gonna find whatever

local justice they have around here

and report it before whoever killed him

is over the hills and far away!

- Is that fine by you?

- Yes, sir. Yes, captain, sir.

I forgot we were back

at Lon Dong or Dung Ho,

wherever it was

that you won the war.

It must have been

the Cong, sir.

Why don't we go back in there,

burn a few hooches

- and rape a few grandmothers, huh?

- Why don't you stop talking for awhile?

And put that down.

- Put it down!

- Tsk.

You play your games,

and I'll play mine, huh?

Oh, of course.

That's always the way you play it.

Let's remember we've got

a prom queen to take care of here.

David.

Get Mark and meet me

at the church.

Do not let

the outlanders escape.

I'll get us some

bailing wire then.

Ben:
People gotta come

to Gatlin all the time.

There must be people who have

friends and relatives here

and delivery trucks

that come from the outside.

Not to mention the people just

passing through, like you and me.

I mean, some of them have to

have noticed something.

Certain things can't happen--

not in the '70s.

Whole towns don't just shut down.

What about the state patrol?

They must cruise through

from time to time.

The power company, huh?

Don't you think the power company

would've noticed

the electricity had been shut off

for 12 long years?

The stoplight is dead.

You see that sermon board?

That's last Sunday.

Something's happened in this town...

something wrong.

In a crisis,

they all collect at the church.

- "He Who Walks Behind The Rows"?

- Yeah.

Just one of 9,000 different names

for God in Nebraska, I guess.

I'm gonna go take a look.

Join me?

I'm not going in there with you.

Fine. Do whatever you want.

I haven't been in a church

since I was a kid.

I don't wanna be in this church,

I don't wanna be in this town

and can we just go?!

I'm just gonna go in

for 10 minutes tops.

I'll be right back out.

Okay. That's the deal--

I've got my keys.

If you're not back out here,

I'm gonna drive away.

All right.

No more games.

I'm gonna tell you that once--

no more games.

No games.

and then little old Vicky Jean is

gonna put on her boogie shoes.

I don't think so.

What are you gonna do? Hmm?

- Are you gonna assault me? Hmm?

- No.

Is that what you're gonna do?

Just mug me, take my keys?

- No, but you think that I would.

- Yeah.

I think you're

just about capable of that.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Give me the bag. Give me the bag!

- Give it to me, you son of a b*tch!

Give me my purse!

Give it to--

- my-- give me my purse!

- Give me-- give me the bag!

Oh, look who has

all the coins in Nebraska.

You did not have to do that.

Is that what your sarge

taught you out in the jungle...

along with how to cut gook tits off

and make moccasins out of them

in 20 seconds?

- Just give them back to me.

- No.

No.

You'd wait two minutes and decide that

that's long enough. No.

- No, I wouldn't.

- Yeah! Yeah, you would.

Then, you'd drive off

laughing, saying,

"That'll teach that SOB Burt

to mess with the ex-prom queen

when she wants something."

That's been your whole thesis as a wife,

hasn't it, Vicky?

"That'll teach Burt to mess with me."

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