Children of the Corn Page #2
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2009
- 92 min
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I sure learned that
in the jungle.
You get 20, maybe 30 seconds,
before you--
- That little boy is dead.
- Yeah.
- You ran him down.
- Yeah.
- And you killed him!
- Sure, I ran him down,
but I didn't kill him.
Look. Go on, look at him.
I haven't gone crazy.
His throat's been cut.
a little boy's throat? Huh, why?
You like the idea that I killed him
too much to let it go?
- No. Of course not.
- Just look!
Please look.
- Hey hey hey.
- Oh!
- Don't faint. Look at me.
- Okay.
Don't look around.
Don't look around.
- There's so much blood.
- His throat's been cut,
and that corn over there
is all bent and twisted.
- Where?
- Don't look around.
Ow!
Don't act suspicious.
Okay.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
Now we're gonna cover
this boy up
and we're gonna put him in the trunk.
- I'm sorry about this, Vicky...
- Okay.
- ...but we've gotta do this.
- Okay.
Sure. Yeah.
That didn't cut his throat--
not all ragged
and jagged like this.
No army sergeant ever showed
the finer points of hand-to-hand combat
to this poor boy's murderer.
No, he was as good as dead
when I hit him.
Okay.
Get in.
No. Driver's side.
- You want me to drive?
- No. I want you to start the car
and wait for me.
I'm gonna go take a look.
I can see blood on the corn
where the boy came out.
It's hard to tell from the road,
but you can hide an army in there.
The Vietcong sure did.
In the paddies of course,
not the corn-- like jungles.
Scragged, right?
- Yeah.
Sometimes, I think you'd sell your soul
to the devil for it never to have ended.
That way you could go on
for the rest of your life 'cause
that was the high point of your life,
wasn't it, Burt?
Good old Vietnam, right?
This isn't one of your damn
consciousness-raising groups, Vicky.
Now get in the car.
That's an order.
Screw your orders.
Vicky, would you just do it?!
What's up with the gun?
His throat was cut, right?
They're probably gone,
but I don't wanna take any chances.
Now get in the car,
keep the engine running
and you'd better bug out
should anyone come out of there,
she or they may look, okay?
Do you understand?
I don't wanna sit in the car
all by myself.
At this point,
I don't really care what you want.
How did I end up married
to a son of a b*tch like you
in the first place, huh?
So do l, babe.
I'm scared.
Is that all right, sir?
Is it all right for me
to be scared, sir?
That's fine by me.
Oh, God.
Hey! Mr. Comedian!
Where are you?
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