Children of the Corn 4: The Gathering Page #3

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- Whatever it was, it's gone.

- Whew.

Hail Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now...

Hail Mary, mother of God.

Mary, mother of God.

Mary, mother of...

Now and at the hour of death...

God!

Sirens]

Let"s go, kid. Bedtime.

Big day tomorrow.

Big move.

So you'll be a smaller fish

in a much bigger pond. That's okay.

- I liked being a big fish.

- Hey.

So, when we get to Denver,

you can run for mayor.

...the slaughter of the innocent

children of Israel...

ran the streets

red with blood.

Red! Red!

Amen! Halleluiah!

According to God"s plan...

I can't pry that kid away from that

idiot box. We ought to leave it here.

- It's not an idiot box when Oprah is on.

- That's educational.

Marcus, what did I

just get done telling you?

Go to bed.

We're moving in the morning.

I can't go.

Donald? Donald!

- Sandra?

- No! No!

Sandra!

Marcus!

Sandra!

Sandra!

Margaret, did you

burn yourself here?

No.

You weren't playing in any leaves,

maybe poison ivy?

Okay. Sleep tight.

Okay.

16-Crash-21, Foothill.

A male white, thin

build, 20 to 25 years in a rear yard...

I'm not saying that you did,

and I'm not saying that you didn't.

We do have ourselves a little situation

here, now don't we, Donald?

Sheriff, I don't know what happened

in that house tonight,

but something attacked us, Sheriff.

And now something"s

wrong with my boy.

It never looks good

for the husband, Donald.

Look at him, Sheriff.

Look at him.

Marcus! Marcus, you stay near now.

We"re gonna need you.

Marcus!

Smitty, watch this guy.

Marcus!

Marcus?

Come on, son!

I know you've seen some

scary things tonight, son,

but if you come on back

we can help you.

Marcus!

Come on in, son!

Marcus!

All right, son!

I'm gonna count to three.

You better come in

or you're gonna be in big trouble.

One...

two...

three!

Sheriff.

- All right, son.

- Sheriff.

We"re gonna get ya.

- Sheriff.

Sheriff.

Marcus?

Sheriff.

- What was that?

- Oh, my God!

There"s a gate down there.

They went through here.

Okay, good idea.

Grace?

Grace!

Grace!

What's the matter,

honey?

You feel okay?

You hot again?

Help me.

- Yaaah!

- Aaaaah!

Mrs. Nock?

We heard

about your trouble.

Something's wrong

with my boy.

Sandra's dead.

They think I did it.

I need a place to hide.

There's no need

to explain.

Ow!

Why do you need it?

Well, our machine will tell us

what the blood is made out of.

Gross.

Now let's see what this will do

for those little markings there.

- Ow!

- That doesn't hurt. It's supposed to feel good.

I don't like it.

- Did Mom ever tell you you had any allergies?

- No.

Well!

You two are in early.

Oh, she had some little rashes. I wanted

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