Children of the Corn III: Urban Harvest Page #2

- Cos I say.

No, man. He can't play.

Let him play, man.

Hey, man. You got game?

A little.

All right.

All right!

Whoo!

Whoo! That's "a little"?

All right, all right! Come on!

Whoa-ho-ho! Yeah! Whoo!

We do handshakes out here

when you do things good, all right?

Really, quick - bam... bam... bam.

Not too hard, not too hard.

All right!

- Oh, yeah! All right!

- Whoo!

- Good job, man.

- Nice shot.

- That was beautiful. Good passin'.

- Man! Thanks.

I'm sorry, man. I gotta go. Yeah?

First you leave me,

then you start playing their games.

Oh! I was just having fun.

I had no choice about leaving you anyway.

You said we'd stay together no matter what.

- You know we will.

- Then don't play their games.

Please.

The wilderness shall be glad

and the desert shall bloom.

For He Who Walks Behind the Rows

and all of his children.

We are the selected.

We will flourish on the land, in the homes,

in the hallways and classrooms,

the playgrounds,

until the unbelievers feel our wrath, our fury,

as we triumph over them,

scorching the earth from within.

We are the seed.

And now it's our time to grow.

For if the infidel and unbeliever

shall pass over it...

...they shall be consumed...

Bless my harvest to come!

What the hell? What?

What's going on here?

Jesus Christ!

Ow!

Argh!

Hallelujah!

- Why won't you listen?

- I won't argue about a corn patch.

If you don't cut it down, I will.

Amanda, for godsakes, it's his hobby.

This is crazy.

All right.

I will look at it tomorrow.

Thank you.

Jesus!

Hello?

Hello?

Boo!

- Gotcha, didn't I?

- Yes, you did.

- Come to harvest?

- No.

- But by the look of it, I could!

- Yeah.

- Want to try some?

- Sure.

OK.

- Smells sweet.

- Yeah.

Eli!

Where did you get this?

My papa, God rest his soul.

He developed the strain.

Guess you could say I sort of helped.

These are his only samples.

I brought them from Gatlin

to see if they'd grow here.

Well, they grow, all right. My God!

I mean, it's not even planting season!

And this is horrible soil.

And there's no blemishes, no bugs.

Eli, you grew this in only four weeks?

Do you have any idea how much

a strain like this could be worth?

Well, like my pa always said,

"You reap what you sow. "

Smells good.

Bye now.

Hah! OK!

Hey, how come your brother never joins us?

Excuse me, guys.

What did you say that for?

Hey, Eli. Why don't you come join us?

Why don't you join me?

Or would you rather eat with... with that?

"That", Eli, is a friend. All right?

It wouldn't hurt you

to make a couple, you know.

Maybe I will.

My sermon today is from Genesis 37.

Joseph dreamed a dream

and he told it to his brethren

and they hated him for it.

So much so that they sold

their own brother into slavery

and told their father he was dead.

Now, Joseph had seen a vision of the truth.

Joshua.

Shh.

You were right.

Quiet.

Joshua!

...shall often meet with defiance

from the ignorant and the wicked.

- I do need to make friends.

- Shh.

Eli Porter!

Does my sermon bore you?

Yes, Father.

If you feel you could do better,

would you like to come forward

and share your thoughts with us?

Thank you, Father.

Who was Joseph?

Who in hell cares?

I do.

And so should you.

Cos he was a child, just like us.

A child with a great vision of the world.

For Joseph loved the land

and provided food for our bellies,

timber for our shelters,

oceans to play in and air to sustain us.

Eli!

But he foresaw that group who

wants to desecrate our Mother Earth,

poison our food with pesticides

and cut down our forests just like grass...

Eli!

...choke the air with pollution

and cloud our water with sewage.

And who is this group?

His brothers.

His adult brothers.

And Joseph was not about

to let that happen!

And neither should you!

Enough!

Enough.

Go to my office. Now.

When you're ready to apologise,

I'll be in my classroom.

Didn't you like the sermon?

I have no interest in anything

you have to say right now.

It comes with the soup.

You never told me your bro was a preacher.

Yeah. He says he gets it from his daddy.

You mean... your daddy.

No. His.

Oh. I'm sorry. I thought I told you.

He's my adopted brother.

Mrs Porter, Samantha Gordon

from Social Services.

I was going through some old files.

I found one on Gatlin.

This concerns Eli.

Could you give me a call

as soon as you get this? Thanks.

Hello? Hello?

Oh, sh*t!

Spending my tax dollars

for the city's goddamn lights.

At least they could... Goddammit!

Sh*t. Where did it go?

Looking for this?

'You have reached the emergency number

of the Chicago Police Department.

'Please hold...

A path will be forced for the holy.

'The unbeliever

shall be expected to wait. '

All right. You guys have a great day.

- OK. Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

Don't I get a kiss?

Sure. Of course you do.

Bye, Mom.

'Mr Porter, your wife is on line one. '

- I'm in a meeting.

- 'Lt's important. '

Then tell her I'm out.

Feel the texture.

It's tough, almost like fabric.

It's not porous at all.

It's almost impossible to penetrate.

That son of a b*tch.

If William's not gonna do this,

I'll cut it down myself.

Well, I've got some good news.

I'm actually passing some of you.

Not you, Jenkins.

You'll never pass.

I'll have you next year

and probably the year after that.

You can't even say what

the longest river is in the United States.

- Where did it come from?

- Come on, Charles. You know better.

Think of it.

A strain with an immunity

to bugs and pesticide

and four weeks, planting

to harvest, regardless of soil.

You're holding a fortune

in your hands, Charles.

Why bring me in on this -

something this big?

Why should I share this with my employers?

I developed the strain.

Yes, I know, but ethically you're still bound...

F*** ethics!

My, my, my, William.

I believe that's the first time

I've heard you swear.

Remember, there are only

two major mountain chains in the US.

Argh!

Sh...!

William!

Charles, I need an investor,

and, believe me, I can go to other people.

Do I meet with your board or not?

Excuse me.

- Yes, Eli.

- Can I get a drink of water?

Go ahead.

- So sorry.

- Thanks, Frank.

What a tragedy.

Call us if you need anything.

Thank you.

Oh, my God!

No!

Good morning.

Hello, James.

Hi.

Hello, Jonathan.

Danielle.

Mary.

Good morning.

I told the Monsignor

that I felt a complete reassessment

of the English program was in order

if we were to instigate

the goals I had in mind.

Seemed to agree, with reservations.

...and burn them in eternal hellfire.

And these frauds, these traitors -

they know who they are.

Excuse me.

Look, Josh,

I know Eli acts a little weird sometimes,

but I've listened to him lately

and what he says makes sense.

Maria, no.

Just stay away from him. Believe me.

You don't know what he's capable of.

Josh, what are you talking about?

Hey! Come on! What's wrong?

Take a look at this.

I found it under his bed this morning.

Oh, Jesus!

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