Children of the Corn 4: The Gathering

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Yes?

Can I help you?

Help.

What happened?

You scrape your hand?

Come on in and, uh,

we'll fix you right up.

I haven"t seen you around here.

What"s your name?

My God.

You"re hot.

You come on in now.

Sit over here.

Damn.

Because I remember a

scripture that talked about the time...

of Herod and the land of Canaan

when the slaughter...

of the innocent children of Israel

ran the streets red with blood.

Red! Red! Amen!

Hallelujah!

You fall

off your bike?

Now go ahead and lie back.

Let me put this in your mouth.

Come on now!

You're hot!

Lie back.

Open. There.

I'll take a look

at that hand.

That's really deep.

You shouldn't be

this far out.

Oh, my God!

The Norman Rockwell age is dead.

That"s according to

social scientist Gareth Waltrip.

Waltrip"s recent study

on small-town life in America...

claims that America"s small towns

have suffered a loss...

of 15% of their population

over the last decade.

And more decay

is expected to come.

The report cites the sale of small

farms, deterioration of family life...

and the allure of the urban economy

as the primary causes.

Welcome home.

Hi, Mom.

How you doing?

Hi, Grace.

Thank you for coming.

I didn"t know what else to do.

It's okay, Mom.

I'm here now.

Hi, Doc.

Hello, Grace.

It's certainly nice

to have you back.

The dean okayed me for one semester,

but he wasn't real happy about it.

Maybe you shouldn't

have come.

I just... Doc?

Maybe I...

I shouldn't have called.

It's okay, Mom.

Hi, Grace.

And who are you?

Are you the fairy princess?

No. I'm Margaret.

- This is a costume.

- Oh.

I had a crown

butJames took it.

He did?

Where is James?

Outside.

And what's he up to?

Margaret, let go of your sister.

It's okay, Mom.

He is with

that damn bike.

He never listens anymore.

You know, he won't listen to me!

- He never listens to anything I say to him.

- Mom, it... it's okay.

Grace, will you

walk me to the car?

Sure, Doc.

- Welcome to Psycho Central.

- Hey, James.

God, I had no idea

she was this bad.

The nightmares are what

made her finally call.

Now, if it

had gotten worse,

I would've called you

myself personally.

But I gave her

a prescription...

so that she'll sleep

through the night.

The really important thing is to just

simply get her out of the house.

- She hasn't left the house?

- Well, agoraphobia's a funny thing.

She'll come out,

but she won't take one step...

past this end

of the walkway here.

- You're kidding.

- That is it.

Now, what we have

to do is...

relax her.

Try not to let her

hear any bad news.

When she sees the world as

a safe place, she"ll come around.

Why, good afternoon, ladies.

Is she here for

the children, Doc?

Yes, ma'am.

That and her mother.

Oh, my God.

Jane and Rosa Nock.

They don't have much,

but what they have they...

Well, they try to share it

with my homebound patients.

Probably left some turkey pot pie

for your mother.

Oh, uh, Dr. Larson,

I, um, I hate

to even ask this.

You"ve done so much.

While I'm here

I've nothing coming in, so...

- I was wondering...

- Say no more. You've got your old job back.

Thanks.

L"ll see you

first thing in the morning.

To those who take strong drink,

He shall send angels.

Please...

Please, God, help me.

I have come for the children.

Charles Manson. Scorpio.

Killed eight people and an unborn baby.

Flavorite food:

Pistachio ice cream.

Lovely.

Great guitar player.

Could've been a rock star.

- I got all 30 of them.

- Hmm.

Who says kids don't

have heroes anymore?

Grace, how long

are you going to stay?

I'll stay 'til

Mom's feeling better.

They should just throw her in

the cracker factory and call it a day.

James.

Is Mom a crackpot?

Look, Mom's just...

She's sick.

And sometimes she gets real nervous

and then she gets afraid.

But you and I both know there's

nothing to be afraid of, right?

- I'm not afraid of anything.

- Good.

Now sleep tight.

Grace.

I like you better than Mom.

Go to sleep.

And then

the thermometer drops.

And then...

it breaks.

And then...

the boy...

When I turn,

he tries to...

Come on, Mom.

We can beat this thing.

Now, let"s get this place

cleaned up, okay?

That's all

I can remember.

I can never, never remember

how it starts.

It happens every night

like that.

It's just

a nightmare.

Just take the pills Doc Rob gave you

and it'll go away.

Why don't you

go upstairs?

I'll finish up here.

Thanks, Grace.

Mom, we're not Catholic.

I know.

Crazy.

Does the word "recycling"

mean anything to you?

Grace, I'm hot.

Okay. Time.

Blech.

Well, you've got a little fever,

but I think you'll live.

Good. I wanna live.

Keep this washcloth

on your head.

If you need anything

during the night, just yell.

- Grace.

- Okay.

James is feverish too.

Oh, great.

What do you think it is?

I mean...

It's probably just the flu, Mom.

Kids get sick.

Cavalry's here.

You never were

the f***ing Brady Bunch.

Tell me about it.

So, looks like I'm gonna be

joining you in Doc Rob's office.

No. You won't.

You're lookin' at the new nurse

at Grand Island Junior High.

- No way!

- Yeah.

You can hear those teen boys' hormones

just poppin' clear down the hall.

And everything's

exactly the same.

How'd we grow up

so fast?

You grew up a little quicker than me.

Thanks for your support.

Just maybe you should think

about coming home to stay.

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