Damien: Omen II

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- Michael.

- Carl.

Michael, have you seen this?

- Do you recognize him?

- No.

- Haven't you seen Yigael's Wall yet?

- it was only opened up last week.

There are four faces of the Antichrist

on his rise to power.

The face of Yigael's Satan as a child

is the same.

- What are you talking about?

- There is no doubt.

Damien Thorn is the Antichrist.

- Ah, Carl...

- Michael, you must believe me!

I'm an archaeologist, not a religious fanatic.

"Even now, already is he in the world...

and his power shall be mighty,

and he shall prosper, and practice,

and shall destroy the mighty and the holy."

I appreciate this sermon,

but what possible facts...

His own father knew.

Aweek ago, he tried to destroy him.

That's a minor detail

these newspapers seem to have omitted.

I gave him the daggers myself.

He is in Chicago,

living with his father's brother.

Now, you... must take this

and give it to his new parents.

- Well, what is it?

- A letter inside explains everything.

- Carl, you can hardly expect...

- They have to be warned.

I'm too old. I'm too ill. I can't go myself.

And I am the only living person

who knows the truth.

I've got a reputation to maintain.

That is why it has to be you.

They will listen to you.

And then have me committed. No.

Look, Carl, we're old friends.

I think we understand one another.

- You can't expect me to believe that...

- Then come to Yigael's Wall.

- What, now?

- Now.

Here, Michael.

Carl Bugenhagen,

I hope this guarantees me a place

in the kingdom of heaven.

Michael, you'll be needing your torch now.

it's the Whore of Babylon.

This is priceless.

Michael.

Michael. Come here.

Look.

it is him.

- Is there another way out?

- No.

Carl...

The Antichrist is with us.

Carl! We've got to get out. Carl!

Come on, help me. Carl, help me, will you?

Carl!

- Help!

- Michael!

Michael!

Forces of evil may seem to overwhelm us

and be triumphant,

but goodness will prevail,

for it is written in the Book of Revelation.

"Then shall that wicked be revealed,

whom the Lord shall consume

with the spirit of his mouth,

and destroy

with the brightness of his coming."

- Damien.

- I'm coming.

- See you next summer, Jim.

- Say bye to your cousin.

- I will. Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

- Come on.

- Coming.

- Did you find him yet?

- Yeah, he's comin'.

- Bye, Aunt Marion. Nice seeing you again.

- Who told you?

Told me what?

Politeness isn't

one of your strong points, Damien.

I'm sure you didn't come to say goodbye

on your own initiative.

I didn't know you were here.

But I was going to.

Were you really?

Goodbye, Aunt Marion.

- All set?

- We think so.

- I'll be right back.

- Let's go.

Now, you boys have your allowance,

so this is just a little something extra -

in case of emergency.

Hold it!

Did you say goodbye to Aunt Marion?

I did.

Aunt Marion?

Oh, Mark. I haven't seen enough of you.

- You should have come to my room to talk.

- I'm sorry, Aunt Marion.

I know, you've been so busy,

running after that cousin of yours.

You mustn't let him

drag you around the way he does.

He doesn't drag me around. I like him.

Give me a hug.

You be careful.

Yes, Aunt Marion. Goodbye.

Just a second.

Goodbye, Dad.

Did you forget me? Are you sure?

Here, sweetheart, take some biscuits.

Have a good week.

Bye.

- She's too much, Aunt Marion.

- She's awful! Why did they invite her?

So she could wag her finger,

generally ruin our weekend.

At least we don't have to have dinner

with her. God! And what's that smell?

Lavender, you fool! All old ladies

douse themselves in it. I don't know why.

- Now, boys. Just because she's getting on...

- On our nerves.

Now, come on. Murray's right.

Let's hear it forAunt Marion.

Hooray.

Murray, give us a cigarette.

- You know the answer to that one.

- You don't ask, you never know.

- Have you met your new platoon leader?

- Neff?

Neff for "neffer mind".

They're all the same. When you've met

one platoon leader, you've met them all.

Attention! Eyes front. Chest out. Stomach in.

You know something? You're crazy.

- Yeah, cos I've practiced.

- God.

- Would you like some cream, Aunt Marion?

- You've asked me that six times.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

You haven't forgotten. You just don't care.

Marion, let's don't get into

that argument again.

- No cream.

- No cream.

Charles is going to

show us some slides after dinner,

so why don't you tell us

why you've come, Marion?

I own 27 per cent of Thorn industries,

left to me by your father.

And I have every right to dispose of my share

in any way that I see fit.

- We know that.

- You also know that,

at the moment,

I've left everything to you, Richard.

But unless you do what I ask...

Marion, don't threaten me.

Because, as far as I'm concerned...

You can't be unconcerned

about a sum that is close to $100 million.

I shouldn't be here...

You're here, Dr Warren,

because you're curator of the Thorn Museum.

And I also own 27 per cent of that.

Marion, say what you've got to say.

If it's unpleasant, let's get it over with.

I want you

to take the boys out of the academy.

I want you

to send them to separate schools.

I don't care what you want,

where the boys are concerned.

- They're not your sons, they're ours.

- Neither boy is yours.

May I remind you that

Mark is Richard's son by his first wife.

- And Damien is his brother's son.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- Ann. Ann, please.

Marion, just what the hell is this about?

Get Mark away from Damien.

They don't belong together.

- Damien's a terrible influence, can't you see?

- What?

That's it. As far as I'm concerned,

our conversation is over.

- And I suggest that...

- Richard, you're blind. Purposely blind.

- You know your brother tried to kill Damien.

- Get out.

- Richard, make her get out.

- Why did he try to kill him? Tell the truth.

- Marion, he was ill.

- You don't have to explain anything to her.

If you don't separate them,

I'll leave everything I own to charity.

I don't care what you do with the money.

Richard, please. Listen to me.

You know what I'm saying is true.

I may be old, but I'm not insane.

Your brother tried to kill Damien.

- Get out! Will you tell her to go?

- I'm going.

I'm sorry, Charles. I apologize for her.

She's old and she's not well.

No, that's... that's all right. I understand.

- I should have noticed before dinner that...

- Richard, I assure you, think nothing of it.

I'll go set up the slides.

I want her out in the morning.

I don't want her in this house.

- The poor woman is senile.

- That "poor woman" is dangerous.

She pollutes the air with her craziness.

The boys can't stand to be

in a room with her.

All right, she goes first thing in the morning.

- Why does she hate Damien?

- I don't know.

She hates him so much! And it's not

just me and the boys she has to leave for.

She starts something in you.

All right, it's over. it's done.

Come on. Let's join Charles.

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