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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.