Children of the Corn Page #2

- I'll get it first.

- Will not.

- Will too.

- Will not.

- Will too.

- Oh yeah? How?

Seven.

One, two, three, four,

five, six...

seven.

Alright! See?

Two hundred dollars.

No, Jobie!

How much?

- Thirteen thousand hundred dollars.

- Thirteen thousand hundred dollars?

Okay, two thousand.

I thought so.

One hundred, two hundred, three...

I gotta a great idea.

Let's pretend this guy is Isaac

and we'll put him in jail.

What if he gets to get out

of jail with a free card?

What card?

You think it might've been some

accident with farm equipment?

Not like that.

His throat was cut deliberately.

He was already dead

when he stumbled down the road.

Whoever killed him,

do you think he saw us?

- I felt like we're being watched.

- Possible.

Blood starts to coagulate

in four minutes.

When I went to get the suitcase

it was still fresh.

- He could have been out there!

- I couldn't just leave it there.

What if it holds

some sort of clue?

- Let's open it.

- No.

Let's just get to a phone

or a house or some place.

Malachai took us

right to Isaac.

He'd finally convinced him

punishing us for being unbelievers.

Up to them, we've been forgiven

'cause we were in the corn...

the day that "He Who Walks Behind

the Rows" made himself known.

That bothered Malachai.

He had a lot of problems.

I found these two

in one of the old homes...

they had a game, music...

and this.

They come already.

You have the gift of sight.

- This is a blessing, my child.

- I've seen this car up on the road.

Go to the old man.

Make sure he tells them nothing.

What about these two?

Take them back

where they were.

But they had a game and music.

They're forbidden.

Question me not, Malachai.

I act according to His will.

It seems we are in the Moon.

We haven't even seen a truck.

We'll be in Gatlin soon.

Do you think he lived there?

We may never knowthat.

I really thing we should open it.

Okay.

Let's see if we can get

some news.

I'm getting tired of that crap.

What is it?

- Jesus Christ!

- Not in my Book.

- It looks like primitive folk art.

- I think it's repulsive.

Sarge, bring the number six.

Damn it!

You better give me the eight.

C'mon.

We haven't got all day.

Good boy.

We'll have that transmission fixed

in no time...

then, we'll get on the radiator.

Damn. This road is becoming

a bloody highway.

I think it's the third car

in a month.

We know what to do, don't we?

We better put that suitcase away.

I'll be right back.

- Hi, we got a...

- I ain't got no gas.

- I don't need gas.

- I ain't got no diesel.

- You don't understand. I need...

- lf you don't buy gas...

you can't use the rest room.

- I need to use your phone.

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