All language subtitles for CORN-SRT1__srt__en-GB

Hey, I'm here.

Right.

OK, cowboy, get those
at last front, brass and black.

We're almost there.

Come on, guy.

We got almost there.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Come on.

Hey, Boyd.

How long were you out
in the corner?

Not on that again, I hope.

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

Don't worry, Eden.

Nothing ever really dies
in the corn.

Bring down your pants.

Right.

There was a situation as
around the children's

home of local sheriff

and his former buddies

of you, some kind of animal sedative gap

to try and solve it by all the sports.

It sounds like a total disaster.

You feeling to literally pump
and hang with him

to try to take this kid down.

There goes my real action.

The only silver line is that God damn
space cadet in there.

That little run was
wanted round the corner

for four days for anybody.

Realised she wasn't one of the casualties

from the God damn gas pastor

trying to find

out if that boy said anything

that would explain why he snapped

and killed all those

people.

So.

I guess it it follows that.

You need a place to live
after all this.

Who knows?

You're a good girl and.

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.

To pick one out and write it.

How's that sound?

Dang it.

This one piece is driving me nuts.

Ohh.

There she is, the Red queen.

You like the red queen?

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

He's not.

I'm really sorry about what happened
to all your little friends in the home.

I really AM.

It was an unfortunate accident.

I I have to ask you.

Boy, did he say anything.

No, not really.

Oh,

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.

Hey.

What's wrong with you?

Cool.

Look at this stuff
how many times?

They try and warn them.

Stuff that they put into this ground
without even fairly.

Reading a label.

Ever notice how the words maze and maze,

like a corn maze
and a puzzle, are the same?

The maze of maze.

Weird, huh?

Sure.

Amazing.

Party hard fight me.

Hey.

Toxins grow on the socks
and leaves of running crops.

It's a fungus.

It can make you sick
or even die.

Yeah.

And observations.

Whatever you say,
bro, it's true.

You know, some people
say it was responsible

for the Salem witch trials.

Fun talking to you too, sis.

Ah.

Smell those toxins.

Velvety and delicious.

So good.

Stop second helping you cut it out.

So playing with that stuff?

OK, listen to me, I.

That's not why I brought you
out here, OK?

This is.

I literally.

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

Kerry.

I leave next week.

Look.

It's an undergraduate degree
in microbiology, all right.

It's not an eternity.

It has.

It is.

Why would you ever come back?

I know you hate it here.

Because.

Because of you.

Because of that.

And look see you know your.

Leave here one day too.

With my credit grades.

I'll be stuck here forever.

In this.

Creepy dying place.

No, rylstone's not dying.

It's been a hard couple of years,

you know, a lot of mistakes
have been made, little

shitty, shitty decisions,

but with with with little time care.

And all this.

It can be fixed.

Yeah.

Sounds awesome though.

Yeah.

You didn't scare the shit
out of us.

Seriously,

what's with the wig today?

I am

the red queen.

Speaking of which,
let's go.

Come on.

I know what you mean.

Thomas price.

For the crime of cruel and.

Unusual treatment
of your very own hunting dog.

Hey, I know this is for playing all,
but that wasn't my fault.

I didn't give give her
that poison.

He ain't it out
of some rat trap.

And you just watched him suffer.

He was just an old hound dog,
Billy Barnes.

Hey Wally.

Screw you, Barnes.

Play walk the plank.

Walk the plank.

While I'm playing.

He doesn't really.

Quit stalling.

The end.

Go

away.

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

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

Cam.

Get off, get the hell off.

Are you effing crazy?

Don't ask idiots.

Track the window.

Damn.

You've even busted the gas tank

colour.

This is your car.

66 olds.

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

How about mind your business,
derb?

Want to park my grandma's car
and my dad's field?

Hell are you doing out here anyway?

Executing Wally Pratt, he left.

I loved gibber.

Screw that.

Off the edge with this punk ass

falling off.

Yeah.

Then if you.

Archie, get ready to light up
that corn when he lands in it.

You can't do that with that car
leaking gas in the grain,

dust in the air.

That stuff is like gunpowder, OK?

There won't be anything left.

Including you.

Yeah, Bowman's right.

We'll pretend the barn.

We burn him to death.

Hi, Mel.

Damn.

You're kidding.

Right?

You're hiding.

What?

They're my friends too.

After you leave next week,
probably my only friends.

Play.

OK.

Hey.

Well, it's changed since the last time
we played pirates, but.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah, just.

Look, I think the little ones
just been breathing

in too much rotting corn fungus.

Wouldn't be hard around here.

So would you want
to explain the car?

Geez bro, do I really have
to spell it out for you, I mean.

Anonymous spelt WED.

Corns all dying.

Might as well use these fields
to grow something.

Turned 18 last week though.

Building a bridge just like you
getting out of here.

So it's not just Ralston Stein corn
you're escaping, is it?

Come off it.

It's an accident.

Not my face hit this 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.

Speaking of getting out,
last weekend before school,

we headed to the river with everyone

else.

Yeah,

I got to hang back up
after my investments.

And I'll be having rouston
alter ourselves one last time.

Just testing the little ones.

Don't forget the little ones.

See you.

See you.

What point God?

So with the Salem witch trials
over already?

It was pretty sweet.

While he was freaking out,

everybody was screaming and yelling
and shouting and dancing

through the corner.

It was pretty dope.

Ohh.

See.

Let's go.

Come on.

Since that's between mom and dad.

OK, Sis, come on.

But you are so blind.

It's not about money.

It's not about Dad.

It's about Ralston.

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 though?

Enjoyed 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?

Yeah, well, we know what happened.

And the 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 GMO's 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.

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 gross synth

or any GMO's

we put in our soil,

and

more to do with us,
more to do with you.

Baby.

What's happening out there in our corn

is less about an agricultural calamity

and more

about a moral and spiritual abomination
that is involved this time.

OK, now, never done.

about any of the cheating
on the back stabbing

that's been going on.

It's about one thing
and one thing only.

That we were sold
a hill of beans.

All we have to do, they said,

was put this, put that in the soil,

and all throughout

corn so we can sell
more soda to the poor.

Kids in the third world
can't do that, they said,

and we'd be rich, richer
than we could

dream.

But instead, look at what happened,

sick corn and economic disaster.

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

This is how we can do it.

Subsidies.

Federal government will subsidise pay us
not to grow corn.

But this programme fiscal year
ends in less than two days.

So we got to say yes
and we got to do it.

Now we got Earth movers right
at the edge of town

ready to dig the trench
to bury our

corn.

And I don't want this anymore
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 let the

rest of us traumatise.

Railston sold its soul once already,

and all you're doing is solve
the problem instead

of trying to repair the soil.

Infighting.

Infighting 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 both.

Thank you most heartfelt
and passionate as always.

And I wish I shared
your optimism.

And trying to restore
the soil can take years.

We're simply out of time.

If you try to fix this,
something this broken.

You mark my words.

So let's put it to a phone.

No, Robert, I I really must sit
down, Pastor.

No one cares.

I say, aye,
let those precious roll.

Thank you, chair.

Corn economy can kiss my ass.

Your show of hands.

All right, we're doing this.

Everyone's voting.

Except everyone hasn't voted.

Not us.

The children.

They're right.

It's the little ones.

Futures too.

Yeah.

They don't even get a vote.

A say is right.

We have a choice.

All right.

Enough horse shit.

Children.

Having to stay.

I don't 17 year old male Bernard
was bad enough.

Kids.

Little kid.

Yeah, we like to play your toys.

OK, little girl,
that's that sound.

You two, boy.

You just wait till I get home.

You just wait, boy.

The child.

Hey, all right, all right.

Knock it off.

That's a knock.

Knock it off.

What's wrong with you?

OK, it's settled.

In less than 48 hours,

corn will be dead
in Ralston forever.

Dad.

Listen here.

It doesn't have to be like this.

It's not too late to do something,
you respond.

He's done.

Since when do you ever?

Ever run from a fight?

I distinguish both.

Between fighting war
and fighting with.

Are you talking
about Ralston or Mom?

What

is just it's done.

Oh, it's over.

It's done.

What happened to you?

You used to be.

So different.

The adults.

I know.

It sucks.

So hard sometimes you can hardly breathe.

And I can help.

With your pain.

Me.

Sleep.

Just.

My father thinks
if we try to fix this,

it will only make things worse.

But he's wrong.

We can't fix this.

And this is how public humiliation, OK?

We graphically show the world
what they did to royalston.

To us.

To the corn.

Sheila Boyce.

Omaha reporter for now Cloud Idmt her

and told her about her situation,

that maybe she

could cover the story
and she responded yeah.

So are you with me?

We're doing this.

In.

Around.

Let's do it.

Yeah, I'm kidding.

What are we waiting for?

Here it goes.

Hello.

Hi, Colin Williams.

Yeah, yeah, yes, yes, Miss Boyce,
thank you so much.

Eat him.

What?

What is all that?

What?

What blood?

From Dylan pops home.

Repainting the corn roots red.

Like the Red queen.

Alice in Wonderland.

Kind of paint the corn somehow.

OK, so you really want
to hear the corner?

You want to save the corn.

All right.

As the queen, I need your help.

I need you and all your little arm,
your friends to go out.

Tell Pastor Penny, tell your parents,

everyone, all the adults
kind of FIB, OK?

You tell them my father's calling
an emergency meeting about that, Colin.

They're going to plough
under and I need you

to make absolutely sure
they're at the community

hall by 10:00 PM tonight.

Think you can do that?

Yeah, OK, I'll help you do this bow,

but why the community hall?

Because we are going to have us
a trial and you know,

can't have a trial without a courthouse.

Plus we got this big time news woman
coming in from Omaha,

so I need you to meet her

on the road in front
of the Community hall too.

Don't forget.

10:00 PM sharp.

I'll see you later.

Come on.

You rare sneak behind you and base
something heavy across your skull

and end this once

and for all.

You're a bad man.

You're a very bad man.

Go ahead, Anthony.

Have a very bad man.

Keep thinking that.

Somebody sneak up behind.

Somebody.

You're thinking about me.

We should another.

Please do, and we shouldn't
be calling for your plea.

Many buy from me.

Yeah, I'm beat.

Ohh your dad.

Jack-in-the-box that's still out
his bad face.

Don't stay up too late, OK?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Are we making a childish mistake,
SIS?

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

What are you guys doing?

Dad, you know you told me
something so worth fighting for.

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

We're holding them up.

Trial.

And you're the guest of honour
and wake Mom.

Cough quietly and I promise you
this will be over soon.

You sure about this, bill?

Yeah, Colin called him.

Right.

Where is everyone?

Hello.

Even.

Where is everybody?

Bill.

The reporter.

From Omaha.

You were supposed to pick her up.

She never showed.

Yeah, something more important
was to come up.

Did she?

Doesn't really matter anymore though.

Over.

What is?

What's over?

You were late.

So we just went ahead and did it.

You didn't what?

The trial.

Where are the parents?

Where is everyone?

Cam.

Where's dad?

What the Hell's going on?

Wanna see something, Bob?

Vinegar in the verdict, I guess.

Because I was going to take more
of these kind of people, though.

A lot more.

Hold on.

Dad.

He's not laughing now.

All right.

I swear every game with Hellfire.

I'm talking to you.

Eden, honey.

It's not too late
to turn back.

You're my daughter now.

Do you think this
is how you should behave?

Any more questions?

And I think so.

You OK?

Yeah.

Sandy, this is completely insane.

Let's just see
what was like out there.

All the dead bodies.

And what happened to them?

My father, my phone doesn't work.

Can these little freaks
have done something to this sometime?

Jesus,

my brother was with them now.

Ohh.

Both.

Do something.

Help us if you can.

We have to we.

Now we can do something.

Yes, but.

We were.

We have to stop this.

Biden.

Jesus Christ, what is it
you intend to do here?

Well.

If you really want to know.

I hope you can hold your breath
better than Tammy Kane,

a foster wade bowed in,

or any

of my other delinquent friends.

It's hard.

This is where my friends
how did they feel?

Where are you again?

Hey, sheriff keppler.

Mom.

What?

In.

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

Rendering the verdict, though.

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

Really.

You want to mess with me?

Yeah.

OK, fine.

Yeah.

Let's play.

Stay, Joe.

You don't have.

They don't.

Feed.

Ohh.

Sorry.

Mom.

My dad was right.

He won't be.

If I tried to fix this,
I only make it worse.

Cheque it out if you can.

Save yourselves.

But my dad's still alive,

so I'm gonna stay.

And stop eating from killing him too.

OK.

OK.

Bye.

Well, Cody Candlestick.

You can get help.

Hi, Bo.

Even you can't,
you cannot do this.

They kill.

Everything went Ouch.

Putting him on trial
was your idea.

What did you think would happen?

But.

This.

Against them.

Whose side are you on?

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

And send it out to the cornbow.

He's sick.

He needs to feed.

He.

He who walks.

Next week I was out there.

Wondering.

I want Unicorn.

He talked to me.

He.

Took care of me.

No adult and Ross
thanks ever did that.

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

Killing all the adults.

For starters.

They ate the seed cordon bow.

Now it's trying to pay the price.

If one of us can just get out of here,

make it depend on how
we can help, all right?

Trust me, right now they won't 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 corner.

You'll be safe.

You can get out.

Creature wants us to go into the corn

and we should be doing the exact opposite.

I wouldn't worry about it.

You were never going into
the corn anyway.

Because you stood up for it.

I never had a thing to do
with killing the core.

In fact, I I I spoke out strongly
against it.

Didn't

remember that thing
that happened in the foster home.

Who took you in?

You, pastor.

You did.

You took me in.

You never stand against the corn
like all the rest.

Come on.

Faster.

You did sin.

Didn't you?

Please no.

Please.

Hello.

Her.

Please don't ask me.

Stop listening.

You need to go out
to the corn.

That's it.

This is our chance
to get help, OK?

This is.

OK, I'll go.

But you fight.

Yes, I love you.

I love you too.

Ohh.

You did good.