Children of the Corn V: Fields of Terror
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 83 min
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[Gasps]
[Groaning]
[Thunder Crashes]
Found another one today.
- Young heifer.
- Where?
Out by the property line.
Throat slit
from ear to ear.
Third one this month.
I think it's them kids
over at Luke's place.
Now, why would they do
something like that?
[Thunder Crashes]
[Loud Thump]
That's not the storm.
That's somethin' else.
There's somethin'
goin'on out there.
What are you doin' here?
[Growls]
[Choking]
[Screaming]
[Screaming]
[Continues Screaming]
[Footsteps]
[Screaming]
No! No! No! No!
[Screaming Continues]
##[Up-Tempo Rock On Radio]
Oh, Lazlo,
that is so disgusting.
What are you talking about?
She is so fine!
She takes care of me.
Not like you.
- You take care of me?
- I'm just telling you!
I take care of you!
[Squealing]
##[Continues]
Yeah!
Look at her!
Pointing the wrong way.
Yeah?
There we go.
How's that?
- Perfect.
- No.
I'm sorry, baby.
It's... It's just not gonna
work out between you and me.
- You being vinyl, me being a man...
- You're pathetic.
- Flesh and blood.
- Let's go.
##[Continues]
[Man] Hey, Tyrus,
you remember the man of the hour?
- Got 'im right here.
- Hey, buddy!
Get it away from me!
I don't want to look at that.
Guys, don't spill Kurt
in my car.
- I don't want to look at that.
- God, I'm sorry!
- I just forgot
you were the grieving widow.
- Shut up!
And we weren't married.
We just talked
about it sometimes.
[Man 2] Well, Kurt talked
about a lot of things.
[Woman]
Yeah, like what a jerk you are.
Come on, you guys, cool it. We're
the closest thing Kurt had to family,
- so let's try and have
a little respect for the dead.
- Exactly.
Hey, I think that's one
of Lazlo's dolls.
Hold on a second.
[Honks Horn]
Hey, maybe you
shouldn't do that.
Hell, no.
This is the heartland of America, where
people invite you into their homes...
to talk about tornados,
droughts, floods,
Grandma's moonshine,
shotgun weddings,
they introduce you to their
buxom, virginal daughters,
and where...
where people disappear.
Charlotte?
Charlotte?
[Gasps]
Hello?
Lazlo?
- [Growls]
- [Gasps]
[Whimpers, Screams]
[Screaming]
No!
Charlotte!
[Boy]
Jared!
Come here.
- [Groaning]
- What have you done?
What if she's not alone?
Did you ever think of that?
Don't let him
get back to the road.
[Lazlo Whimpering]
[Whimpering]
That way.
[Grunts]
[Groaning]
That doesn't look right.
[Roars]
Man!
You took
a wrong turn, man.
You saw the doll.
It was pointed this way.
Well, you know what? You just
should have stayed on the highway.
Yeah? You got a problem
with my driving?
[Screaming]
- [Tires Squealing]
- [Screaming]
[Man Groaning]
Oh!
- Is everybody okay?
- Yeah, I think so.
Ow! God! Great!
This is good!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, you guys!
Kurt's all over me!
What the hell
is that thing?
It's one of Lazlo's dolls.
You know what?
We're gonna need a tow truck.
Do you think so, Ty?
You know, that'd be a great idea,
if it wasn't so totally obvious!
You know what?
I do have a problem with your driving.
- What's that?
- The crashing part.
- Crashing part.
- You guys, you guys.
Do you guys smell
something funny... weird?
- Did you...
- [Sniffs]
- What is that?
- [Boy] It's none of your business.
Hi.
What's your name?
Um, we had
a little accident.
You're on private property.
Why don't you run along
and give us a little privacy, then?
- That's a joke, kid.
- Shut up, Greg.
- [Woman]
Could we possibly use a phone?
- [Boy] We don't have a phone.
Well, h-how about a tractor,
or something,
you know,
to pull us out?
Town's about a mile
that way.
Thanks...
for nothin',
you little punk.
Man, what the hell
was that about?
[Greg] I don't know.
Those kids give me the creeps, though.
All right, you guys, why don't we
get our stuff out of the car...
and see what's
in town, okay?
Ugh.
Geez, you'd think there'd at least be
a 7-11 at the end of the Earth.
- I think I've found the spot.
- Huh?
- Kurt's favorite dive.
- That must be the place.
We can have final closure
over a cold beer.
##[Country-Western]
You guys, move.
I have to wash up.
Where are they?
They left an hour before we did.
I'm gonna go call Lazlo...
and leave a message
on his machine.
Hey, buddy,
you got any of that...
Millwood Pale Ale?
- Make it two.
- Um, we had a little accident
just outside of town.
- Is there a tow truck service?
- Nope.
It's out of commission. It's over
at Quad's Garage, gettin' a rebuild.
Oh. Um, thanks.
We're also looking for
some friends in a convertible.
They were supposed
to meet us here.
We don't get a whole lot
of tourists in here.
Oh, well, that's probably on account
of your town's little hygiene problem.
- What the hell is that supposed to mean?
- Greg, come on.
Your town stinks.
[Laughs]
No, I'm... Seriously.
I mean, there's a foul stench
in the air. You can't smell it?
I don't smell anything.
- Yeah, it smells like burnt popcorn.
- You must be talking about...
the corn silo
at Enright's place.
Been burnin' that way
for some time.
You mean it's on fire?
Spontaneous combustion.
Gases build up,
and then... boom.
Fire like that
can go on for months.
Lucas Enright's
kind of a queer duck.
Keeps to himself, mostly.
He's kind of like Howard Hughes,
except without the money.
workin' the farm for him.
They're all religious fanatics.
They worship some fella
they call...
He Who Walks Beyond the Clouds,
or somethin'like that.
Wait a minute.
You mean, "He Who Walks
Behind the Rows"?
Yeah! That's it.
What a nutty bunch of fruitcakes.
What'd we miss?
Nothing. Let's go.
What's the rush?
I haven't had a sip of my beer yet.
Let's go.
Alison, what's got into you?
- Yeah, and where the hell are you going?
- I'm going home.
- What about Lazlo and Charlotte?
- They were supposed to be ahead of us.
- We're probably in the wrong place.
- Evening, folks.
You people
look a little lost.
No, we're not lost.
Just stupid.
We drove our car into a ditch
just outside of town.
Sorry. I can't
help you there.
Our tow truck
is getting rebuilt.
[Greg]
We were supposed to meet some
friends here, but they never showed.
So what kind of a vehicle
are they driving?
- Uh, it's a blue Pontiac Bonneville.
- No, I'm sorry.
Haven't seen anything
around here like that.
Well, is there like a bus or something
that we can take back into town?
Yeah. Back at the, uh,
highway junction.
Twice a day...
8:
00 a.m., 8:00 p.m.If you run, you can
just about make it.
Thanks.
Thank you, sir.
Oh! You guys,
I'm in heels!
[All]
Wait! Wait! Come back!
- Hey!
- Now what?
[Sighs]
I don't know.
I got some blankets and stuff back
in the car. We can sleep there tonight.
It'll be dark.
They won't even know we're there.
Oh, man.
[Greg]
Look... my car!
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