Children of the Corn III: Urban Harvest Page #2

- Amanda Porter.

- I'm Father Frank Nolan. Principal.

- Nice meeting you.

- These must be your boys.

- That's right.

- Joshua.

- Hm, close. Eli.

Uh, Joshua.

Like the shirt. I, um...

I'll show you to your home rooms.

- This... this way.

- Thank you.

Good morning, class.

All right.

Joshua, you'll be here, room 101.

It's mine, by the way.

And Eli? Let's see.

You're splitting us up?

You are both in different grades.

Where Eli and me come from...

I know you're used to being together...

No!

- Can I see you outside?

- Of course.

We'll be right outside.

Excuse us. Take good care of them.

Hi.

Hey, yeah? Hello there to you.

- I wouldn't sit there.

- Why not?

Cos I think you're gonna try to suck my dick.

Hey.

- You got cow sh*t in your ears?

- Hey!

Hey!

- All right.

- You wanna touch this?

Oh, T-Loc. You're so bad.

What are you gonna do?

- Cut an Amish kid?

- I'll cut you, b*tch.

Who you calling a b*tch, punk?

That's my sister.

I'll kick your ass, talkin' like that.

- Well, come on!

- Hey! Back off.

What's up, man? Come on, bring it on.

Nolan's coming back!

Eli, I'm sorry.

You'll be able to see each other at recess.

Come on, man! Come on!

Come on, come on.

What are you getting up for?

It's... it's what you're supposed to do.

When a lady's present?

Jesus. You are from out of town.

Waiting for your brother?

Look. What you did this morning.

It was cool.

But really stupid.

Don't start up with T-Loc.

He shouldn't start with Eli.

Come on! Go!

Do you play?

A bit.

- Hey, Mummy-head!

- What?

Put the Amish kid in.

- What for?

- 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.

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