Children of the Corn II: The Final Sacrifice (1992) Script

What do you see, David?

Easy, you guys. Nobody's going anywhere.

What is it?

Oh, my God!

Death in heartland America.

A tragedy of macabre proportions.

I can honestly tell you that I have never seen anything as shocking as what was discovered earlier today in this sleepy little farming community of Gatlin, Nebraska.

Over 50 bodies in various stages of decomposition have been discovered, setting up the scene as one of the most gruesome mass murders in the history of the country.

So far we've only accounted for... about half the town.

What those kids did... you should all pay for this.

Can you tell us exactly what you saw? What did it look like down there?

Mr Simpson?

Can you tell me what happened? Did you see anything?

I saw the corn.

The children came under the influence of several teenagers.

The leader of this cult group is Isaac Chroner.

We're pretty clear about that from a report by a young couple passing through on vacation.

Did you see what happened to your mommy and your daddy?

I... I saw the corn.

OK, cut it. What is all this shit about the corn?

'We must rise up against our fears

'and let the Lord's spirit fill us with strength. '

Turn that down, please. '... may reach salvation. '

'Let us pray.

'O Lord, let the evil... '

Turn it down!

'The Lord cares not if we have fallen... '

I said turn it down!

Nice fucking driving.

Your mother teach you to talk like that?

Only when your name came up.

That's real funny now, isn't it?

My ass is on the line. Maybe you don't know that.

If I mess up this job, I'm screwed. You understand what I'm saying?

Do you want me to apologise again? Is that it?

Sorry, John, I missed my flight.

Start by calling me Dad. Yeah, right.

Why would I want to do that?

Oh, you think I should feel grateful just because you usually remember my birthday?

It's not like you suddenly called up and said, "Hey, you know, Dan, we should get together.

"We should spend some time together."

Open wide. Stick out your tongue.

The surviving children are being bussed to Hemingford, 19 miles away, where they'll be fostered until permanent arrangements are made.

This is Bob Collins reporting.

All right, young man. Step up here.

Come on, now. Open up wide. Open wide.

Open. Ah. Aah.

Very nice. Very nice.

Now, don't forget your sucker.

Hi. How are you, there? Open wide, now.

No, the only reason I'm here is Mom didn't want me at her wedding.


The way I heard it is you and what's-his-name don't even talk anymore.


His name's Sherman.

Right. Shithead Sherman.

You got a real attitude problem.

Yeah, well, I guess that's genetic, huh... Dad.

Where in the hell are we?

Go on! Get out of my way!

Don't you move that bus! Stop it!

Stop right there! Don't you move one inch.

Out of the way, folks.

Come on, Mrs Burke. Let's get this over with.

Over my dead body!

If we let those children in our houses we'll end up dead, just like those people did.

Now, Mrs Burke... Oh!

Mrs Burke, Mrs Burke! Haven't these children been through enough?

The children? What about their parents?

They murdered their own parents!

Those involved with the killings are dead.

You have a big, empty house. Why not volunteer it, like I have?

I know all these children. I know 'em everyone.

I taught school in this town all those years till I had the good sense to get out of here.

I know. What happened is over, Mrs Burke. Now, come on.

You got no need to die so young.

I'm taking my house and I'm getting out of here.

Don't you try to stop me! Come on.

There's a stop sign. Stop sign, man!

Hey! You crazy son of a bitch!

It's Garrett! It's Garrett, man.

Hey, ragman. How's it going? How's the tabloid business, huh?

I loved your piece on JFK and his secret marriage to Rock Hudson.

That was some journalism.

All right. What happened around here?

Well a bunch of kids killed all the adults in town.

Just your basic Sunday afternoon in the Bible Belt.

Wait a minute. Killed them all?

Well, it's no worse than anything you and I saw in Jonestown.

Where are they now... kids? Try 'Film at 11'.

You'll love my wrap-up. Come on, we're out of here.

Hey, don't look so down.

Just make something up. That's your specialty, isn't it?

You're an asshole.

It's nice to see your friends like and respect you.

Yep. Nice short cut, Bobby.

I'm telling you, the highway's just over there. Relax, man.

Where? It's right over the hill.

Turn left over here.

The highway's over... Turn left here!

I want a shot of this corn, all right?

This might be a short cut to the highway anyway.

Oh, man, we missed everything.

Good. Let's get out of here.

No. Not without the story.

So make it up. It's your specialty anyway, isn't it?

Excuse me. Excuse me. I'm a reporter.

Do you mind if I ask you some questions?

Actually, I would. Besides, I don't have any answers.

Just one question. OK, one.

Do you know a place we can stay the night?

It's just my son and me. We want something real simple.

You know, like, down-home, cosy and comfortable.

Pays to advertise, huh? Do you have any vacancies?

A room with twin beds for 30 bucks.

Great. Follow me.

Well, excuse me.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, this was a great idea.

Stop the van.

Pisses me off.

Well? Get out.

How the hell did we get out here?

I've got a bad feeling about this. I don't like it.

Let's get out of here.

Come on!

Come on, Bobby. Start the damn thing.

Jesus Christ, man, it looks like a twister!

Get out of the van. Huh?

Come on! Get out!





I can't see! Help!

Bobby! Bobby!

M- Mac!



Come on! Come on, window.

Wind up. Come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on! Start, you piece of junk!


Ah, that was really good.

Good. Can I take your plate?

Why don't you help?

Help the lady.

Thank you, Danny. Sure.


Did you see what happened?

Some of it.

Like what?

My parents.

You saw what happened to them?

I saw the corn.

What do you mean, corn? Were they out in the cornfield?

Their blood was for the corn.

Leave him alone.

I was just asking a couple of questions. I know what you were doing.

Who do you write for, anyway?

The World Inquirer.

He's a ragman.

Well... yes and no.

I mean, I used to write for Newsweek.

The editor and I, we had a difference of opinion.

I thought she was incompetent and she didn't.

Just chalk it up to youthful mistakes.

Is there anything you haven't chalked up to that?

Would you mind excusing us for a minute?


Outside. Now.

I've about had it with you.

I'm fully aware that you don't want to be here with me, but, bub, you're no picnic for me either.

The last thing I need is you giving me shit.

Just love these father-and-son chats.

Give me a break, please! Why?

What for? What did you ever do for me?

You got my mother pregnant, and here I am.

Hey, you listen to me now.

Your mother and me, we just couldn't make it work.

We had our own agendas.

And that didn't include me?

No, it didn't. As a matter of fact, it didn't.

I won't bullshit you. I was 17 and I made a mistake.

You deal with that any way you can. I'm still trying.

If you can figure it out better than me, that's fine, but who you are, good or bad, is your choice.

If it's my choice, I'm on the next bus out of here.

Wait. Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey! Get back here!

Don't worry. It'll be OK.

No, it won't be OK.

He'll go and do something stupid just to spite me.

Trust me. He'll be back.

You with all the reporters?

Sort of.

So what are you doing?

Just waiting for the next bus.

Good move.

You know, you might want to get a couple magazines.

The next bus isn't till Tuesday.

Adults are dead, yet the children of those adults...

Corn. Blood for the corn.




Come on, guys, where are you?

This isn't funny!



Where are you?


Where are you?

Are you there?

M... Mordechai?



Argh! Ugh!


Help! Argh!

He took one again.

Hear that?

Argh! What was that?

I don't know.

What do we do, Mordechai?

We wait. For what?

For He Who Walks Behind the Rows to show us the way.

And what if he doesn't? He will.

Isaac said... Isaac's dead!

He told us when there were no more adults we'd see the truth.

Well, where is it?

It is written - a leader will come from the corn, he shall make us one.

There ain't nothing out there, Mordechai, except a lot of corn.

Stupid old corn.

Maybe that's your truth.

Look, you can hang around here if you want to.

But we're out of here.


He Who Walks Behind the Rows shall not allow it.

Do you really think it was all Isaac's doing, Jedediah?

Do you?

Who here thinks this?

Were we not given signs?

Was that not enough?

But they found them.

And they found us.

Jesus Christ, Micah, they know our parents.

They were adults! They were of that world.

We have seen the way of that world and it is evil.

There is a power greater than all and it is within us.

But we know it not.

We have eyes but see it not and ears but hear it not.

I saw the light that came from the corn.

He Who Walks Behind the Rows commands that we rid the land of all that defileth the corn.

You do not see the truth, Jedediah, because it is not yet with us.

There is work to do before he cometh.

Go home and wait for a sign.

Jesus Christ!


What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing out here?

Well, I just... I-I saw the kids and the flashlights and I was...

Yeah. Well, it's fun to play at night.

Yeah, I guess.

So, were you in town?

Yeah, I was going to leave, but, er, I... ran into this girl.

She's... she rides a motor scooter. You know her?

Mm-hm. Lacey Hellerstat.

She's pretty hot.

Yes. She's pretty hot.

So, are you gonna go home now or what?


I'll be right back. Fine.

Little devils! Get away from here!

Every one of you, move!

Looking for answers? It's out there.

Terrible things.

What are you talking about? Have you ever seen evil?

It works through the children.

Nobody would listen. I told them in Gatlin. I showed them.

Showed them what? The drawings.

By the little children.

They knew. They knew.

My husband walked into a cornfield 15 years ago.

He never came back.

That's why I'm moving out of here and taking my house with me.

God... damn you!

Damn you!

What the...?

Well, boy, that was a mistake.

So, did you get your story yet?

What do you think?

There's nothing to do around here.

Now, how do you know that? Huh?

How do you know? Why not check it out first?

There might be more around than corn.

If there is, let me know. I can use the help.

Listen, for what it's worth, I appreciate that you didn't take off last night.

I didn't have much choice.

Look, I'm going to walk, OK?

Oh, God! Come on...

It is like the light from the corn.

Not from the hand of man, but the mark of He Who Walks Behind the Rows.

Then it is our sign?


Let it begin.

You just going to stand there?

Haven't you ever seen a girl before?


No, no. I've never seen a girl before.

Well, can you swim?


Fornication, my friends, is a pestilence.

Look at each other.

Go on. Look closely at each other.

Go on. Look closely.

That pestilence can dwell inside each and every one of us.

But before we can conquer it, we must first recognise it.

Now, we here in Hemingford have just witnessed a terrible tragedy.

Our good neighbours in Gatlin have been called home to glory.



Elmira, where in the world are you?

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!

Kitty, kitty, kitty!

I am in no mood to have to go chasing after you.

Kitty, kitty! Here, kitty!

Here, kitty! Come on, you fool cat! Where are you?

Here, pussy cat! Here!



Where are you? That fool cat! Elmira!

Come on, cat! Here, kit, kit, kit, kitty! Here, kitty! Come on, kitty!

Elmira! Why don't you talk? Darn cat! You're driving me crazy.


Oh, my God.

Nice kitty.

You bastards!

You dirty little bastards!

You get away from me! You get the hell away from my house!

You stop that! You get away!

What a world! What a world!

So, where are you from? Long Island, New York.

New York? Oh, my gosh. I've always wanted to go there.

It's OK.

Sure, I mean, for you, because you grew up there.

You should try growing up here.

There's nothing - nothing to do, nothing to see, nobody interesting to talk to.

Yeah, I used to feel that way about this place.

So how long will you be in town?

Until my father finishes his story.


I don't know. Um...

It's strange calling that guy my father.

What is it between you? You guys don't spend a lot of time together?

We don't spend any time together.


Hey, um... did you know any of those kids from Gatlin?

Are you kidding? I went to school with them.

I never fit in. I guess I always wanted to be somewhere else.

But I swore to myself, the day I turn 18, I am out of here.

So what about your parents?

They're dead.

I'm sorry.

God. You mean they...? No, it wasn't in Gatlin.

It was a car accident.

My aunt and uncle took me in so I moved here.

I left before that stuff happened.


Take me to New York with you.

What? I can't do that. Yes, you can.

The Bible tells us that one must become as a little child to find the path from sin.

Yet there are some...


What's the matter?

I don't know. I think I'm coming down with a cold.


It is as bad to find evil where it does not dwell as to fail to see it where it does.

Heavy metal music blaring out its profane message to the waiting ears of our impressionable children.

Movies are filled with violence, blood, and bodies, naked bodies, writhing together, glorifying fornication!

We are undone by our grievous animal desires.

And that is why you must look into yourselves to see if there is evil because that is where the evil lurks.


Evil just waiting...

Gee. Do you have another?


It was their innocence that...

Oh, David! Here.




You've gotta help me!

Come away, Mary. Come away!

No! Come away.

David. No!

David! No!

All right, I need two people up at the board.

Eddie... Caroline.

Come on up and write these figures on the board, and then give us an answer.


Ugh! You scared the hell outta me!

Who are you and why are you here?

Isn't that just like a white man?

Assumes he has the right to be here and no one else does.

All right, let's try it another way. What do you know about all this?

I know you're John Garrett, reporter for the World Inquirer, 35 years old in April... and you weigh 185 pounds.

Wait a minute. Hey, hey. How the hell do you know all that about me?

Even in a ghost town... don't leave your wallet in a car that's not locked.

Hey, wait a minute!

Hold on a second. Wait a minute.

All right, look, I'm sorry about that back there.

It's just, uh... What's your name?

Frank Red Bear.

Frank Red Bear, I'm Garrett.

Yes, I know. Yeah.

Can you tell me anything about what happened around here?

Koyaanisqatsi. Excuse me?

Koyaanisqatsi. It means "life out of balance".

My ancestors would've told you that man should be at one with the earth, the sky, the water.

But the white man has never understood this.

He only knows how to take.

And after a while, there's nothing left to take so everything is out of balance... and we all fall down.

Wait a minute. So that's what happened here in Gatlin?

No, what happened in Gatlin was those kids went apeshit and killed everybody.

Right. But why?

The Amish say we don't inherit the land from our ancestors, we only borrow it from our children.

Maybe they wanted it back.

Wait a sec. This school teacher here, this Mrs Burke.

She said the kids knew about it. It's in all their drawings.

Look at these. Yeah.

These kids watch too many horror flicks.

No, they drew these before this happened, and weren't in on it, so how did they know?

Beats the hell outta me.

Hold on a second! How do I get hold of you?

You can reach me through the State University - department of anthropology.

Just ask for me - Dr Red Bear.

That shit ate right through my pants.

Oh, my God, it's Ruby!

It's Ruby! Who killed my sister?

It was an accident, Ms West.

Not with them around it wasn't!

She warned you.

She warned all of you!

What did you do to her?

My God.

Sheriff... I am not gonna let this drop!

Get me out of here, goddammit!

You're blind, you fools!

You fools!

You let the wolf in your door!

That's what you did! You stupid idiots!

Take her to Doc Appleby's. I'll call the coroner.

OK, Sheriff.

I've gotta check on some things. Stick around here till I get back.

Wha...? Where's here?

Here. Here! Why are you all wet?

I was swimming. There's this watering hole just down the way.

I met a girl and we...

Wait, hey, I don't want you hanging around with these kids around here.

That's good, you know?

First you say, "Check it out, there's more than corn there," and now I can't hang out with anyone.

Why not? I said so.

Why can't you trust me? No, just do what I told you.

Another argument?

Yeah... yeah, I can handle it. It's fine.

You know, Danny, I used to have problems with my father too.

Adults are such hypocrites.

It's like the moment a person turns 19, they become this thing.

What thing?

Well... with my father, if we listened to the radio, we sinned.

If we talked to girls, we sinned.

And every sin demanded a beating.

To chase away the devil.

And then one day...

I caught my father with the farmhand's wife.

Sinning most vigorously.

Micah... were you glad when your father was killed?

The Bible also teaches that, um... for everything there is a season.

You actually see a connection between a nose bleed and the house falling?

Yeah, they're both dead.

It seems to happen a lot around here. You notice that?

I don't appreciate your humour.

Well... what could make a man bleed to death like this, then?

I wouldn't know.

You don't have a lot of statistics on nose-bleed deaths, is that it?

I'll tell you one thing - we know what killed old Ms Burke here, don't we?

Did you ever notice a green mould or dust?


Sure bothered her. It was on her door.

I've got no idea.

I don't snoop around other people's doors.

She was talking about the corn.

I guess that bothered her too.

Her husband walked out into a cornfield about 15 years ago and never came back.

Oh, he... walked out, all right.

Right into the arms of a waitress in Omaha.

Mrs Burke became quite mad. Crazy.

I wouldn't put much stock in what she said.

Well, now, maybe it was the truth that made her crazy.

Ever think of that?

The kids around here - they talk about the corn too.

You think they had anything to do with this?

I didn't say anything of the kind. No, you didn't.

But you were thinking it, weren't you?

You know what your problem is, Mr Garrett?

You don't care about what happened here, so long as it makes a good story.

You don't know what it is to have your whole livelihood resting on the land.

It changes things. It changes everything.

Now, if you will excuse me...

I've got a lot of work to do.

Thanks for your time.

'Sheriff Blaine. '

He was here. 'Did you tell him anything? '

Of course I didn't!

For Christ's sake... what do you think I am, an idiot?

'Well, does he know what's going on? ' No, but if he stays around here, he will.

Oh, Jesus. We have sinned and we're going to hell.

Hey, wait a second. Wait a second!

These shoes cost me 135 bucks!

Whoa. Whoa.

Man, I knew I never should've even called you.

This is what I wanted to show you.

My people believe that this area was very special.

Don't you mean weird? No. This place has power.

Power that can magnify good or bad.

You can see by the drawings that the children were particularly vulnerable.

They feel the vibrations.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, legend has it that a tribe of farmers lived here a long time ago, but the adults became lazy and they stopped farming.

They began to abuse the animals and the land.

Now, you can see by these that the children rebelled and killed their parents, like in Gatlin.

Wait. What is this over here?

Well, that's a traditional Indian burial.

And all this along here?

This indicates that the spirit will open the corn and let through one who finds truth within himself.

Right, so why this flat line across here then?

Well, that line means it hasn't happened.

So, do you really take all this bullshit seriously, huh?

You're a university professor, for Christ's sake.

Sometimes what you've learned conflicts with what you know.

All right, but what exactly is this?

'... will be the ruin of us all - sexual perversion!

'Now the simple rule of love thy neighbour as thyself

'reduced to pornographic obscenity.

'What have we become?

'A deranged reality of the new Sodom and Gomorrah?

'No! There is redemption.

'There is redemption!

'The Lord said, "Be kind to those who know not what they do."

'And that is why we are here tonight.

'To lift thine eyes to the heavens, 'to see the true spirit of the Lord and to ask for forgiveness.

'Now, we have sinned against each other and against our own selves.

'But there is a way to salvation. '

Who's there?

Who's there?


The earth shall be cleansed of those who poison earth and its youth.

It is written. You don't know what you're doing!

Ye shall suffer for the sins of others.

Repent that which you have sinned.

You kids are in... in serious trouble!

Argh! Oh! Argh! Oh!

I like to play!

Argh! Argh! Ugh!


My mommy says I'm smart!

Tell me something.

What are you doing here?

Why are you here?

I don't know exactly.

I mean, I was a sales executive pulling in 100 grand a year...

Oh, come on. $100,000?

Yeah. I was hot stuff.

I had a penthouse condo, beautiful sunsets, great sex with a scumbag attorney.

But that's all it was. What's that?


And when Aunt Bea died, I just sold the condo and moved here.

There's something here I like.

Yeah, me too.


Sinning most vigorously.

And in my vision, I saw a circle of light.

And the lights moved faster and faster.

And in the centre of the light was a stalk.

And a voice spoke, commanding me to cleanse the stalk of its poison...

To make it pure again.

Are you ready to join us, Ruth?

I'm ready.

The sower of seeds must be a child so that what is planted is without corruption, untainted by the poisons of age.

With the harvest moon tomorrow night, our reign of peace shall dwell upon the land and the sword of righteousness shall strike down the infidel.

Now... let Gatlin and Hemingford be joined forever.

We are one.

We are one!

We are one.

We are one!

We are one. We are one.

We are one. We are one.

We are one.

We are one.

Come forward.

Come forward.

This is Danny.

He too has found problems among them.

Will you be a soldier for He Who Walks Behind the Rows?

Do you wish to be as one?


This is your favourite place?

Well, sort of.

Come on. I want to show you.

Isn't this great?

Don't you feel like you could look at that forever?

That's why I love it here.

I look out there toward the horizon, I almost see myself out there - far away from here.

Don't tell me you're afraid of heights.

No. Well...

I mean, I wouldn't say afraid.

But one time I went to the top of the Statue of Liberty, I, um...

You know, I... I barfed on her dress.

Well, if you barf, I'm not going to kiss you.

Whoa. Well, then I won't barf.

Are you OK?

You feel better? Yeah.

A lot better? Yeah, I feel better.


Cos if you can catch me, you can have me.

Where are you going?

Come on!


Come back! Lacey.

Hurry up!

Something's back there.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Wh-what is that? Uh...

What is it?

What are you doing?

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

It must be the bodies they never found.

Danny, come on. Let's get out of here.

Look at all this corn. Yeah, look at it.

What the hell is this stuff doing here?

It's where they store it, isn't it?

They're supposed to be harvesting all that corn out there.

This should be empty.

What the hell is this stuff doing here?

My God. This is last year's corn.

That green stuff is... is... is aflatoxin, an ergot mould.

Toxic as hell. It grows on the corn.

My God, some people think all the chemical pesticides contribute to it.

I mean, this silo's full of it.

If it's toxic, why are they hanging onto it?

To blend with this year's crop.

What, to hide it? No, to sell it.

There's a hell of a lot of money tied up in this harvest.

Doc Appleby knew. He was talking about it.

Exposure to this stuff can poison, too.

Simpson. He didn't even have to eat it.

All he did was breathe it. We all breathed it.

The dust off this corn must have blown clear over the valley.

Why doesn't it affect more people?

It does. They just don't know it. It could be a cold or a cough.

The immune system has different ways of handling it.

Over time, when it's eaten at you long enough, aflatoxin can cause... God, it can cause madness, it can cause panic, hallucinations, especially in chil...

Especially in children.

In children particularly.

Hey, Sheriff, I think we got a problem.

I think you may be right.

Get that thing away from me!

Don't think you can scare me, you little punks.

Get out of here.

Watch this.

What's going on here? Help!

What have you done to my chair?


Help! You little bastards!

Somebody has to help me. Help me!

Will somebody help me?

Can somebody help me?

What's going on here?

Somebody help me, please!


Somebody stop this thing!

Thank you.

Thank you, Lord. Thank you.


Yeah! Yeah!


No, nobody's home.

'My aunt left a note about a town meeting. We gotta... '

Hello? Lacey? Hello? Hello?

It's time, Danny.

The soldiers of the Lord are ready to march.

So Doctor Appleby was in on this, too?

Along with a few others.

The government will nail you when they test that corn.

Actually, they only test a portion of the shipment.

If you pay the right folks, they only test the good parts.

The government's changing their standards to help the economy so why can't we?

That aflatoxin may kill a lot of innocent people.

You'll take that chance? I'm going to kill you two, ain't I?

So you really think you can get away with this?

Sure I can. I'll be heading the investigation into your murder.

Some people still think the only good Indian is a dead Indian.

Fuck you, pencil-dick.

Why don't you just shoot us?

I'd actually have to explain that and someone might not believe me.

This... I don't have to explain this.

Who could? It doesn't make sense. Which is the beauty of it.

It'll be a mystery... unsolved.

It'll be part of the folklore of the valley.

It's also a terrible way to die.

Oh, uh, I'd love to sit and chat but there's a town meeting.

Some people are actually worried about problems with our sweet, innocent children.

You boys are going to love this!

Like a big quasinart, ain't it?

Try and get this out of the ground. One, two, three!

Come on now!

One more!

Three! Come on!

One... two...

Argh! Roll over on your side. Come on!

Ruth, what are you doing here?

This is for you.

What do you mean, for me?

It's time. You must be dressed.

Don't. Let me go. Let me go!

God, it's McKenzie.

Over here.

And that's Bobby.

Don't try to tell me some goddamn poison corn did this.

You level with me. What in the fuck is going on here?

Einstein was right.

We didn't evolve out of random chance.

There's a higher power controlling all of this.

My ancestors believed in a spirit - a spirit of the earth, a god who seeks revenge for the wrongs done to the earth.

This is what's happening. Bullshit!

That's your answer? That God did this? That God's pissed?

You've got a better one?

Hello, Mary. Hi, Bob.

Sheriff. How are you, Bob?

Ladies and gentlemen, friends and neighbours.

We can't wait. We need to get the meeting started.

Come dawn, a lot of you want to be in the field for harvest.

We need to get the meeting under way.

But people are still missing. We can't wait.

Reverend, would you lead us in the invocation?

Yeah, sure.

Lord, let your wisdom cleanse our hearts and guide our minds so that our actions are free from fornication, lies, debauchery, lust and all manner of sin and damnation.

Amen. Amen.

Thank you, Reverend.

Some of you agreed to take in the Gatlin children.

Some expressed a desire to file for adoption, so I've got some information on that.

Yes, Mary?

I have something to say. It's about the children.

There's something out there.

There's something... It's evil.

It's gotten a hold of our children.

Speak to her, Reverend. Mary. Mary Simpson.

We love you dearly and we grieve for the loss of your dear husband and your sister.

But to blame every affliction on the children of Gatlin...

That's not it! It's just not Christian.

Perhaps we should ask the children to leave.

What? The children.

The children are here. Please try to control yourself.

The sweet children of Gatlin have chained the door.

What? All right, children, the prank's over.

Open the door.

Oren, they've got matches and they've got gasoline!


Somebody help me!

Wait till I get those little bastards.


We can't get out here. Go out the window!

You little shits!


My Lord!

That is the funeral pyre of those that have poisoned our world.

All the adults are gone!

You are one with us now. There are no others to come between us.

Tonight, my brothers and sisters, is harvest moon.

And the new harvest is ours, as the sons and daughters of the one true father -

He Who Walks Behind the Rows.

And tonight, he calls on us to serve him.

Danny, are you ready for the offering?


Then say it, Danny. Say that you are one with us!

We are one!

We are one!

We are one! We are one! We are one!

We are one! We are one! We are one!

Give me your hand, Danny!

We are one! We are one!

Lift your hand to He Who Walks Behind the Rows.

We are one! We are one! We are one!

We are one! We are one!

We are one! We are one!

We are one! We are one! We are...

Silence! We are one...

Danny! Danny, tell them to stop this!


She is the first to be sacrificed!

Danny, get me out of here! You little bastard!

First, cut out her tongue!

Then, when her pitiful protestations are silenced, carve out her heart!

For God sakes, Danny!

Each drop of their blood shall nourish the seeds of new life!

Let the new harvest begin!

We are one! We are one!

We are one! We are one!

We are one! We are one!

Danny, listen to me!

We are one! Micah, stop it!

We are one!


It's the light from the corn. He's coming!

Now, Danny! He calls for it!

We are one! We are one!

We are one! We are one!

We are one! We are one!

Danny, I love you. Please! Now, Danny!

The party's over!

We are one! We are... Argh!

Kill the outlanders!

Danny, watch out!

Danny, get her out of there!

Come on, let's go!

Frank! Frank, over here!

Ugh! Ugh!


Right, come on. Come on!

Ruth, go! Go, go, go!

Get them, or we all shall suffer the consequences of He Who Walks Behind the Rows!

Go! Go!

Oh, what... what's going on? We should've hit the road by now.


No, let's go this way.

Go! Go! Go!

This stuff doesn't end. It doesn't end!

That way.

Move! All right.

Hold it now. Hold it, just hold it. Let's go.

Take it easy. Take it easy now. Watch it. Easy. Take it easy.

Did you really think that He Who Walks Behind the Rows would allow you to escape?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Danny... you disappoint me.

Now you must be treated just like the others.

Stop this now. Silence!

Argh! Hey!

Move it back!

The blood of those that defileth the corn must flow into the earth!



Argh! Argh!




Argh! Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Argh! Argh! Argh!

Go! Go! OK!

Somebody help me!

Danny, please!

Come on! Danny, come on!

Please, Danny! You're my friend!

Danny, get the girls and get outta here!

Danny, please!

I was there for you! I said get outta here now!

Please, Danny! You're my friend! Come on!



Keep going! Keep going!


No! Come on! Come on!

So, um... did you really mean what you said?

I would've said anything to get me out of that mess.

We'll talk about it. In New York.

Let's go, Danny.

So what do we do about the children?

Tell their story. Let the healing begin.

It's not too late for that, is it?


Maybe that incompetent editor over at Newsweek will reconsider.

I mean, it's not everybody who'll go through all this just for a story.

You're all right, Dad.

This signifies that the spirit will part the corn and let through one who finds truth within itself.