Children of the Corn: Revelation Page #3

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TIFFANY:
Oh, my God.

What the hell

are you doing in here, kid?

God, you scared me

half to death.

You shouldn't be in here.

Where's your mother?

Dead.

Look, I don't know

how you got in here...

but I want you out of here now.

What are you doing?

TIFFANY:
What are you doing?

Aah!

Aah-aah!

Quiet down, you f***in' whore!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Go to a motel and f*** your

brains out, you f***in' b*tch!

Aah!

Hey, listen to this.

"The boy preacher Abel

of local fame...

"seduced God-fearing children

into leaving their parents...

"and following him.

"They worshipped

in the cornfields...

"hidden from prying adult eyes.

JAMIE:
"When the sheriff

and his men...

"were closing in

on one of their revivals...

"the children lit the tent afire

and burned themselves alive.

"Only one young girl escaped

the fire with her life."

My grandma.

"The site of the tragedy...

"has been sold to the Hemco

real estate company...

"who will begin groundbreaking

on a swanky new building...

"the Hampton Arms,

within two months."

- Oh, my God.

- What?

The boy preacher Abel.

I found a picture of him

with Grandma Hattie.

It's the same boy.

[Children screaming]

[Gasps]

CHILD:
Help me!

[Children laughing]

Unh. Unh.

[Child laughing]

[Children laughing]

The Hampton Arms

from sixty years ago.

God, all those children

died right here.

They're back.

From the dead?

No. Back in the sense

that they've started up again...

as a cult.

Cornfield's back.

Everything the way she left it?

Yeah.

I mean, I slept in the bed,

but...

She do this?

Well, I didn't.

Were you two on the outs?

No.

They're sleeping pills.

What's this?

What does it look like?

Um...

You got any plastic baggies?

Uh, yeah, I'll see.

But what does it look like?

Um... blood.

JAMIE:
No baggies.

Good news.

It's not your grandmother's.

- It's not?

- It's Hershey's.

Chocolate?

Yeah. I guess you had me

going there with your paranoia.

Glad I didn't take it

to the lab.

- That's strange.

- What's that?

Her hat...

it was hanging right here.

[Children laughing]

You bastards!

- You want some coffee?

- Sure.

So, uh, what do you think?

ARMBRISTER:
Well, there's

no indication of foul play.

Well, what about

the broken picture?

It fell off the table probably.

What about the kids?

What kids?

The kids

hangin' around in the street.

The kids in the building.

The kids that nobody seems

to notice except for me.

Me and that priest.

What priest?

[Sighs]

Look, let's just go with this.

My grandmother

survived a mass suicide.

Right here.

I mean, maybe she's come back...

out of some sort of misguided

survivor's guilt or something.

I don't know,

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