Children of the Corn Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1984
- 92 min
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- Telephone?
I ain't got no telephone.
Sarge.
Sarge, you be still.
You have to go to Hemingford.
It's about 19 miles down there.
- What about Gatlin?
- There ain't nothing in Gatlin.
What do you mean:
"There ain't nothing in Gatlin."?
Folks in Gatlin got religious.
They don't like outsiders...
and they probably won't have
I'd like to stay here and talk,
but I got a transmission to fix.
If you get on that road
you'll be in Hemingford in no time.
- Right.
- Sarge, sit! At ease!
Thanks a lot.
Sarge!
Eitherthat man is senile, or he's
being out in the Sun fortoo long.
Sarge!
Come back here.
Sarge!
Come back here!
Under the awning!
You hear me?
Come back here.
That's an order.
Who is it?
Is that you?
What do you want?
What are you doing there?
Well, there really isn't that much
stuff in here. Just kids' stuff.
Clothes, matches,
compass, pocket knife.
- I don't get it. Camping stuff?
- Yeah.
Oh, great!
This must be our day.
In the last sign we saw
Gatlin was 3 miles...
- and pointed that way?
- That's what I thought.
- Did I miss a turn?
- No, we've been going straight.
Somebody's been
messing with the signs.
Hemingford is gotta be
straight ahead.
Must have been the wind.
These latches ain't worth a damn.
Blow all for nothing.
I nevertold them nothing.
I swear it.
I kept our bargain
just like always.
Jesus Christ! Gatlin! What do they
have? Amonopoly on road signs?
What about Hemingford?
For people who don't like visitors
they sure do advertise enough.
Overthere.
Of course, it's the wind.
Why did you have to go
afterthem, Sarge?
You bastards!
You can't do this to me.
I know you're in here.
C'mon! C'mon!
I can smell you, you stinky
little skunks.
C'mon!
Murderers little devils!
C'mon!
- What was that?
- Probably my golf bag.
- Are you sure?
- What do you mean: "Am I sure."?
This isn't even a road.
- We'll never gotta get out of here.
- We'll too. Stop it.
Sorty.
- Just tell me where we are.
- I don't know.
We're back where we started from.
to that old fool.
Hemingford is 19 miles,
Gatlin is only 3.
I don't care how much religious
they've got. We're going there.
Don't ever show up
in my emergency room, buddy.
Behold.
Adream did come to me in the
night. And the Lord show all to me.
Praise God!
Praise the Lord.
Atime of tribulation has come.
Atest is at hand.
- The final test.
- What has the Lord commanded?
In the dream...
the Lord did come to me
and he was a shape.
It was He Who Walks
Behind The Rows.
And I did fall on my knees
in terror and hide my eyes...
unless the fierceness of His face
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