Damien: Omen II Page #2

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We should be getting the first shipment

in about three weeks.

Ah. I thought that would interest you.

- Oh, dear.

- Yes, she is a bit frightening, isn't she?

The Whore of Babylon?

You're incredible.

Yep, the Whore of Babylon.

She represents Rome.

"The ten horns of the beast are ten kings,

who have no kingdoms yet; but will be

granted temporary power by the devil."

His names are carved there.

The Spoiler.

The Little Horn. The Desolate One.

- Why is she riding him?

- I don't know. But it wasn't to be for long.

The Book of Revelation says the ten kings

"shall hate the whore,

and make her desolate and naked,

shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire."

That's not very nice.

Who's the young lady?

Her name is Joan Hart.

She's a friend of mine - a journalist.

She's doing a biography of Bugenhagen,

the archaeologist who worked in the area.

- I've heard of him.

- She's coming to Chicago, Richard.

- She wants to interview you.

- What for?

Background of the exhibit,

patrons of archaeological digs.

- I'm not very happy about giving interviews.

- I know.

- Of any kind.

- I know.

Ready! Halt!

Present... arms!

- That must be him.

- He looks OK.

They're all the same.

Order... arms!

Bradley platoon, stand fast.

The other platoons, to the mess hall.

By the right flank, march.

At ease, boys.

This is Sergeant Daniel Neff.

He'll be taking over as platoon officer

from Sergeant Goodrich.

Sergeant Neff is a very experienced soldier,

and I am sure that within a few weeks

you will be the snappiest platoon

in the entire academy.

I'll leave any further introductions

to the sergeant.

You'll speak to me only when you're spoken

to. And you'll listen to every word I say.

Because I intend to shine in my newjob.

And the only way that I can shine...

is by making you shine.

You're the little unit that I have to polish

until the glare of your achievements

blinds everybody on this parade ground.

- Am I understood?

- Yes, sir.

I'll meet each of you personally

in my office after breaKfast.

For now... your names?

- Mark Thorn, Sergeant.

- Thorn?

Your family has strong connections

with this place, hasn't it?

- Well? Hasn't it?

- My father and grandfather were cadets, sir.

Good. But understand that doesn't entitle

you to privileges. We're all the same here.

Yours?

Damien Thorn, Sergeant.

- You don't look alike.

- Cousins, Sergeant.

All right. But understand,

the same thing goes for you.

Your name?

- Morning, Bill.

- Well. Richard.

By the way, there's something

I want to talk over with you.

I'm the first to admit

that Paul's difficult to get on with,

but it took us years

to find a man with his qualifications.

I'm not questioning his qualifications. it's...

His manner.

I can even cope with his manner.

I've met and dealt with every kind.

No. I don't like what he's proposing.

it sticks in my craw.

And I don't intend to hide my feelings.

Are you worried it could get us

in trouble with the Justice Department?

Well, he's dealing with highly emotive stuff.

Bill... let's hear him out.

The only thing I ask is

that you couch your objections

with a little more delicacy than usual.

Jennie. Is Miss Marion dressed yet?

I don't think she's awake, Mrs. Thorn.

I knocked, but she didn't answer.

Thank you.

Aunt Marion?

You'll miss your plane.

Paul, what you're saying is that we should

give up our leadership in electronics.

You're wrong. My report says

Thorn industries' main interest

is in energy and electronics.

Because of this bias, we ignore

what's going on here at this plant.

We ignore it at our own risk. Our profitable

future, aside from energy, lies also in famine.

What? That statement is typical of you,

Paul. it's heartless and...

And true. Not heartless, realistic.

Pasarian, hold it here.

Are these solutions designated?

No, not yet. Each tank

has a different fertilizer and pesticide.

They won't be designated until

we pump it into the experimental crop beds.

All right, let's go on.

One person dies of starvation

every 8.6 seconds.

Seven every minute.

To feed these people,

we have to farm the ocean.

We have to develop new strains

of high-yield, disease-resistant grain crops.

The oil countries didn't hesitate

to squeeze ourjugular vein.

So, what's so different about food?

If you've got a knife at your belly,

you'll keep still.

Why, then, call my policy unethical?

it's callous and inhuman...

and in my opinion, illegal.

What is inhuman about feeding people?

- Telephone, Mr. Thorn.

- I'm busy.

it's an emergency, sir.

Bill's point is, if we control the food people

eat, it's tantamount to making slaves of them.

- Ah, customers.

- But you want us to buy up their land.

Thorn's have the hardware and knowledge

that's easily adaptable

to the purpose of large-scale farming.

This, with the pesticides

and fertilizers we produce,

gives us the jump

on any corporate entity in the world.

If we control their land,

we make them tenants.

- Bill... we make their bellies full.

- I have to agree with Paul.

I'll be right back.

Marion died in her sleep last night -

a coronary.

- I'm sorry.

- I've got to go. I'll talk to you later, Bill.

- Paul, how about breaKfast in the morning?

- Certainly.

- Have they moved in to the apartment yet?

- Today.

Winter is here again.

That's Damien's father right there in the back.

My old man played on that team, too.

That's him.

He was on the line,

but Robert Thorn was quarterback.

Even back then he was calling all the plays.

- You're next, Damien.

- Hey, Teddy.

Don't ever talk about my father again.

Do you understand?

Can't you take a joke?

Yeah.

- What was that all about?

- Your cousin really thinks he's somebody.

My old man tells me

the Thorns make their own hats

because they don't sell 'em

large enough for their big heads.

You're gonna regret that, Thorn.

"Mathematics, good.

Science, very good. Military history, fair."

- "Room for improvement."

- Yes, Sergeant.

Physical training is excellent.

I hear you're quite a football player.

Be proud of your accomplishments.

Pride's OK when there's a reason to be proud.

Yes, Sergeant.

I'm here to teach you,

but also I'm here to help you.

Any problems, you come to me.

Don't be afraid. Day or night.

Any advice. You understand?

- Whatever you say, Sergeant.

- We're gonna get to know each other.

I see you're an orphan.

That's something we have in common.

Send Foster in.

What's the matter?

Don't you like it on your back?

Teddy.

Another Thorn.

- What the hell are we waiting for? Foster.

- Yes, sir?

You two, you finished? Out.

What are you doing? Polishing the floor?

What did you do to him?

I don't know.

Come on. Once around the field.

I'll give you a head start.

Come on.

When do you plan to open the exhibit?

A lot depends on when

we get the last of the crates from abroad.

- I'd say around Easter.

- Good.

Are you going to make Mark's birthday party?

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