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Get them, cowboy.

Get those out loud.

We're almost there. Come on.

We got it. We got it. Almost there. Almost there. Almost there.

Come on.

Hey, boy.

How long were you out in the corn?

Not all night again, I hope.

I don't want you to cry anymore, Eden.

Don't worry, Eden.

Nothing ever really dies of corn.

Lloyd! Dammit!

Where the hell you been?

We have to try and solve it. By all reports, it sounds like a total

disaster.

Huh. There goes my re-election.

The only silver lining is that goddamn space cadet in there.

That little runt was wandering around the corn for four days before anybody

realized she wasn't one of the casualties from the goddamn gas.

Pastor, try and find out if that boy said anything that would explain why he

snapped and killed all those people.

So, I guess it follows that

you'll need a place to live after all this.

Who knows?

If you're a good girl, then maybe we could manage it for you to come and live

with me.

I have a stable with a couple of old nags in it.

You can pick one out and ride it.

How's that sound?

God damn it!

This one piece is driving me nuts!

Oh.

There she is.

The Red Queen.

You like the Red Queen.

The Red Queen makes the world the way she wants it to be.

Eden, I'm really sorry about what happened to all your little friends in

the home. I really am.

It was an unfortunate accident.

I have to ask you.

That boy, did he say anything?

No, not really.

Except just to say he was sorry.

Sorry?

Sorry for killing every adult in the facility?

No. I think he was sorry for not killing all of you.

Cool.

Look at this stuff.

How many times did I try and warn them?

Stuff that they put into this ground without even barely reading a label.

Ever notice how the words maze and maze, like a corn maze and a puzzle, are the

same?

A maze of maze.

Weird, huh?

Sure. Amazing.

Party hard.

Bite me.

Hey!

Toxins grow on the socks and leaves of rotting crops.

It's a fungus.

It can make you sick or even die.

And hallucinations.

Whatever you say, Bo. What? It's true.

You know, some people say it was responsible for the Salem witch trials.

Fun talking to you too, sis.

Ah.

Mmm. Smell those toxins.

Velvety and delicious.

So good. Sis, sis, stop. I think I'll have a second helping.

Cut it out. Stop playing with that stuff, okay?

Now listen to me. I... That's not why I brought you out here, okay?

This is...

Literally haven't been able to sleep for a month because I...

Here.

I leave next week?

Look, it's an undergraduate degree in microbiology, all right? It's not an

eternity.

It is. Why would you ever come back? I know you hate it here.

Because.

Because of you.

Because of Dad.

And, look, see, you know, you'll leave here one day, too.

With my cruddy grades, I'll be stuck here forever.

In this creepy, dying place.

No, Ryleston's not dying.

It's been a hard couple years, you know?

A lot of mistakes have been made, little shitty, shitty decisions.

But with a little time and care and all of this,

it can be fixed.

Yeah.

Sounds awesome, Bo.

What's with the wig?

Today, I am the Red Queen.

Right. Speaking of which, let's go.

Hey, Wally.

Screw you, Barnes.

What in friction are you doing on my grandma's car?

Cam?

Get off. Get the hell off.

You effing crazy?

Dumbass idiots. You've done it to quarter panels, cracked the window.

Damn.

You've even busted the gas tank.

Wait. Culler, this is your car?

Yeah. My grandma's 66 old.

So why is it parked out here in the middle of nowhere?

How about mind your business, Derp? Want to park my grandma's car in my dad's

field? I will, okay?

What the hell are you doing out here anyway?

Oh, we're executing Wally Pratt. He let Gibber die a long and painful death.

Gibber? No way.

I loved Gibber.

Screw that.

Off the edge with this punk ass!

Yeah!

gas and the grain dust in the air. That stuff is like gunpowder, okay? There

won't be anything left, including you.

Yeah, Bowen's right.

You're kidding, right? Up the edge. You're kidding?

What? They're my friends, too.

After you leave next week, probably my only friends.

Well, it's changed since the last time we played Pirate's Bow.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm just... Look,

I think the little ones have just been breathing in too much rotting corn

fungus.

Wouldn't be hard around here.

So, do you want to explain the car?

Geez, Bo, do I really have to spell it out for you?

I mean, not if it's spelled W-E-E-D.

Corn's all dying.

Might as well use these fields to grow something.

I turned 18 last week, Bo.

I'm building a bridge just like you, getting out of here.

Yeah.

Except it's not just Ralston's dying corn you're scaping, is it?

Come off it.

An accident.

My face hit his fist when I inserted it stupidly between my little brother and

him.

Accident.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

Be sorry for the ones who don't have a way out.

Look. Speaking of getting out, last weekend before school, you headed to the

river with everyone else?

Nah.

I gotta hang back, look after my investments.

Guess you and I will be having Ralston all to ourselves one last time.

Just us and the little ones.

Don't forget the little ones.

See ya.

See ya.

So with the Salem witch trials over already?

It was pretty sweet. Wally was freaking out. Everybody was screaming and yelling

and shouting and dancing through the corn.

It was pretty dope.

Mom?

Steve, let's go. Come on.

Cease. That's between Mom and Dad.

Okay? Cease.

Come on.

Bo, you are so blind.

It's not about Mom.

It's not about Dad.

It's about Ryleston.

It's about this place.

It's so broken that nobody even gives a damn enough to try to fix it.

Then I guess that's not your problem anymore, is it, Bo?

Enjoy Boston.

Corn, our corn, is dying.

In the fields not 500 yards from here, as far as the eye can see, is a sea of

dying brown.

What happened to the glorious golden grain that we grew up with?

That our forefathers planted here?

Well, we know what happened. We voted. And a majority, a majority you know I

disagreed with, ruled.

So we invited Big Corn, Grow Synth, right into our fields with our arsenal

of herbicides and GMOs. And look what happened to the corn.

There's no sense pointing fingers because what's done is done. But what

that means is we have to face a new reality.

Or maybe, just maybe, all those fingers are pointing the wrong

way anyhow.

That blight that struck our corn, maybe it's got a lot less to do

with growth synth or any GMOs we put in our soil and more to do with us.

More to do with you.

Maybe what's happening out there in Alcorn is less about an agricultural

calamity and more about a moral and spiritual abomination that is

engulfed this town.

Okay, now that we're done listening to that sanctimonious, holy, rolling horse

crap, it ain't about any of the cheating or the backstabbing that's been going

on. It's about one thing and one thing only.

That we were sold a hill of beans.

All we had to do, they said, was put this, put that in the soil and alter our

corn so we could sell more soda to the poor kids in the third world. They'd do

that, they said, and we'd be rich.

Richer than we could dream.

But instead, look at what happened.

Sick corn, an economic disaster.

And that's why Ralston has to leave corn behind.

This is how we can do it.

Subsidies.

The federal government will subsidize, pay us, not to grow corn.

But this program's fiscal year ends in less than two days, so we've got to say

yes, and we've got to do it now.

We've got earthmovers right at the edge of town, ready to dig the trench to bury

our corn.

And I don't want this any more than you do. And look, it's not ideal, I admit

that.

But I don't think we have a choice.

You know, I disagree, Dad.

You all should be ashamed.

Instead of being the adults when we needed you to be, you helped yourselves

and left the rest of us traumatized.

Ryleston sold its soul once already, and all you're doing to solve the problem

instead of trying to repair the soil is infighting.

fighting and selling all our souls all over again as fast as you can just to a

different master.

But you do have a choice.

Trust me, it's not the one you're making.

My beautiful daughter, Bo.

Thank you.

Most heartfelt and passionate as always.

And I wish I shared your optimism.

But trying to restore the soil could take years.

We're simply out of time.

If you try to fix this, something this broken, you mark my words, you're just

going to make it worse.

So let's put it to a vote.

No, Robert, I really must... Oh, sit down, pastor.

No one cares.

I say aye.

Let those freshers roll. Let them big boys go.

Florida timeshare, here I come.

Corn economy can kiss my ass.

See a show of hands?

All right, we're doing this.

Everyone's voted.

Except everyone hasn't voted.

Not us.

The children?

They're right.

It's the little one's futures, too.

Yeah, they don't even get a vote. A say?

His vote is right.

We have a choice. All right, enough horse shit!

Children, have a say.

I thought 17-year-olds mouthing off was bad enough.

The kids!

Little kids!

Voting!

Yeah, well, I thought you'd go home and play with your toys. Okay, little girl?

How's that sound?

Yeah?

You too, boy.

You just wait till I get home.

You just wait, boy.

Child of Christ's sake.

Knock it off! That's enough!

Knock it off!

What is wrong with you?

Okay, we've settled. In less than 48 hours, Korn will be dead in Ralston

forever.

to be like this.

It's not too late to do something.

Give her a rest, Bo. She's done.

Since when do you ever, ever run from a fight?

I distinguish, Bo.

Between fighting for and fighting with.

Are you talking about Ryleston or Mom?

What? It's just, it's done.

Oh, it's over.

What happened?

so different.

The adults.

I know.

It sucks.

So hard sometimes you can hardly breathe.

But I can help.

With your pain.

My father thinks if we try to fix this, it'll only make things worse. But he's

wrong. We can fix this. And this is how.

Public humiliation.

Okay? We graphically show the world what they did to Ryleston, to us,

to the corn.

Sheila Boyce, Omaha reporter for NowCloud, I DM'd her and told her about

her situation, that maybe she could cover the story.

And she responded. What? Yeah.

So are you with me?

Are we doing this?

In or out?

Let's do it.

Yeah? Are you kidding?

What are we waiting for? Here it goes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yes, yes.

Miss Boyce, thank you so much for taking my...

Eden?

Jesus. What? What is all that?

What?

What blood?

From Dylan's Pop's Hog.

We're painting the corn roots red.

Like the Red Queen?

Alice in Wonderland?

Gotta feed the corn somehow.

Okay, so you really... You want to heal the corn, huh? You want to save the

corn? All right.

As the queen, I need your help. I need you and all your little army of friends

to go out, tell Pastor Penny, tell your parents, everyone, all the adults, kind

of fib, okay?

You tell them that my father is calling an emergency meeting about that corn

they're going to plow under, and I need you to make absolutely sure they're at

the community hall by 10 p.m. tonight.

Think you can do that?

Yeah.

I'll help you do this, Beau.

But why the community hall?

Oh, because we are going to have us a trial.

And you know, you can't have a trial without a courthouse.

Plus, we got this big-time newswoman coming in from Omaha. So I need you to

meet her on the road in. Bring her to the community hall, too.

Don't forget, 10 p.m. sharp.

I'll see you later.

Come on.

You murderer.

I'll sneak up behind you and phase something heavy across your skull and

end this once and for all.

You're a bad man.

You're a very bad man.

You think that?

Go ahead, Anthony.

I'm a very bad man.

Keep thinking that.

Somebody sneak up behind him.

Somebody end this now.

What are you thinking about me?

Don't stay up too late, okay?

Are we making a childish mistake, Cease?

It's never a mistake to try and change the world, Beau.

What are you guys doing?

Dad, you know how you told me some things are worth fighting for?

Well, I guess you raised me right, because that's what's happening.

We're holding a mock trial, and you're the guest of honor.

I'm awake, Mom.

Come quietly, and I promise you...

You sure about this, Belle?

Yeah. Come on, Calder. We're already late.

Where is everyone?

Hi, Bo.

Eden.

Where's everybody? Where's the reporter, Sheila Boyce?

Who?

The reporter?

From Omaha?

You were supposed to pick her up.

She never showed.

Guess something more important must have come up.

It doesn't really matter anymore, Bo.

It's over.

What is what's over?

You were late.

So we just went ahead and did it.

You did what?

The trial.

Where are the parents?

Where is everyone?

Sam?

Where's Dad?

What the hell's going on?

Want to see something, Bo?

Didn't agree with the verdict, I guess.

It was always going to take more with these kind of people, Bo.

A lot more.

Not laughing now?

Is that a ray gift?

I swear that I rained out with hellfire.

I'm talking to you, Eden.

Eden, honey.

It's not too late to turn back.

You're my daughter now.

Do you think this is how you should behave?

I didn't think so.

Sandy,

this is completely insane.

Did you see what it was like out there?

All the dead bodies.

I don't know where my parents are. I don't know what happened to them.

My phone.

My phone doesn't work.

Mine neither.

These little freaks have done something to this. Don't tell her.

Jesus.

My brother is with them now.

Bo. Bo.

Do something.

Help us if you can.

We have to. We... We can do something.

Yes, Bob.

You're right.

We have to stop this.

What is it you intend to do here?

Well... If

you really want to know, I hope you can hold your breath better

than Timmy Kane, Ava Foster, Lloyd Bowden, or any of my other delinquent

friends.

This is for my friends.

Hey, Sheriff Templer.

Mom?

What in God's name do you think you're doing?

Rendering the verdict, Bo.

You just wait till I get my hands on you, you little bitch.

No. Really?

You want to mess with me?

Yeah. Okay, fine. Yeah, let's...

Sorry.

My dad was right.

He warned me if I tried to fix this, I'd only make it worse.

So get out if you can.

Save yourselves.

But my dad, he's still alive.

So I'm going to stay and stop Eden from killing him too.

Okay, Bo.

We'll go to Candlestick.

And get help.

Hi, Bo.

Eden, you can't.

You cannot do this.

They kill.

Everything they touch.

Putting him on trial was your idea.

What did you think would happen?

It's us against them.

Whose side are you on?

What are you going to do with my father and the others?

I'm going to send them out to the corn well.

He's sick.

He needs to feed.

He?

He who walks.

That week I was out there.

Wandering along in the corn.

He talked to me.

He took care of me.

No adult in Austin's ever did that for me.

So now I'm going to take care of him.

Like killing all the adults?

For starters.

They ate the seed cordon bleu.

Now it's time to pay the price.

If one of us can just get out of here, make it to Canterbury and get help, all

right?

This is insanity. Trust me. Right now they want to know whose side I'm on, so

I need you to do exactly what I say.

Listen, if they want to take you all out into the corn... What? Go, go.

You'll be safe. You can get out.

If

that

creature wants us to go into the corn, then we should be doing the exact

opposite.

Don't worry about it.

You were never going into the corn anyway.

Because you stood up for it.

Yes, that's right, Eden.

I never had a thing to do with killing the corn. In fact, I spoke out strongly

against it.

Eden, remember that thing that happened in the foster home?

Who took you in?

Was you, Pastor?

You did.

You took me in.

You never sinned against the corn like all the rest.

Come

on,

Pastor.

You did sin, didn't you?

God. Oh, God, no.

Please.

I need to know where my wife is. Listen,

you need to go out to the corner. That's it.

This is our chance to get help.

Okay? This is it.

Okay.

I'll go.

But you fight.

All right?

I love you.

I love you, too.

I'll feed well tonight.

Drop it, Cam.

She's not upset.

country you think there aren't others like us kids seeing their world and

future just being traded away

that was going to use us, was going to sell our future.

So we should cut her head off, right, Belle?

No!

I mean, yes.

Yes.

She sinned. She sinned against you, against all of us.

And that's why we shouldn't waste her blood here.

Not when I can send her into the corn.

Pretty good idea, Bo.

An even better idea would be to take her straight to him.

Oh my god!

He who walks, he doesn't exist.

Don't you dare say that!

Say that!

You can't hurt me, Belle.

Brace yourself.

Are you crazy?

Grain. Dust.

Remember? This place is full of it. You light a fire. This whole place will blow

sky high.

The corn and everything in it will burn.

Chopper up.

Me.

No.

How about...

Edith. Edith.

Jesus.

This.

This. This.

Craziness. Insanity.

You know.

Yeah. It's pretty crazy.

I'll give you that.

What is that, Eden?

Oh.

This.

Positive both, though.

You know, a cattle gun.

I know what you're thinking.

Forget it.

You know I'm not the only one out here.

A cigarette, at least.

He smokes.

Come on.

Get down on your knees.

Don't be scared, pal.

Hey, Eden.

You really think the second you soaked me in all that tractor fuel...

No, no. No.

Candlestick. And everyone else for miles around. Be here soon.

Be safe.

Be done.

She's finished eating.

Don't worry, pal.

I think I've already got a unicorn.