Children of the Corn V: Fields of Terror Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 83 min
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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!
That's my car!
No! No!
No, no, no!
[Sobbing]
No!
It's not that great
of a car, Greg.
I'm freezing.
I think I saw a house
down the road.
Maybe there's a phone
we can use.
Looks deserted.
It's probably one of them
farm repos, you know?
Pretty soon,
this whole place...
is gonna be
an industrial park.
Hello!
Anybody home?
Nobody's here.
I say we stay here
for the night,
catch the bus
in the morning.
Sold!
This place hasn't
been empty that long.
Dead.
Yeah, well, I'm hypogylcemic,
and I need to eat something now.
Well, got running water.
Must be tapped into a spring.
You guys won't believe it.
The beds upstairs are fully made,
with sheets and everything.
Like a roadside inn, huh?
- [Squeaking]
- [Screaming]
- [Moaning]
- God! Are you okay?
Oh, my God!
That was disgusting!
- Yeah, a roadside inn with giant rats.
- Ugh!
Well, we got pickles,
beans, fruit cocktail...
Ooh! With the little
Maraschino cherries?
God, I love those.
What's that?
Mmm! Smeat!
Hey, guys, look what
I found in the basement.
It's even kind of cold.
- [Greg] To Kurt.
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