Damien: Omen II Page #3

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- You know I will. Will the lake be frozen?

- Bring your skates.

- I've made a decision about your report.

- Let me...

I've come down on Bill Atherton's side.

Yes...

it might be premature

to embark on such a radical program.

I wouldn't wanna risk diffusing it

before it's time.

- We'll keep it on ice?

- Good.

Richard... if you think I've gone too far,

if Bill's antagonism towards me is going

to continue, maybe I should step down.

Forget it. Your time will come.

- Looks like it might rain, Murray.

- Could be, sir.

- Let's go.

- Mr. Thorn!

I'm sorry to shout -

I didn't want to miss you.

My name is Joan Hart.

I believe Charles Warren told you about me.

- He did.

- I must talk to you.

- Well, I asked him to...

- it's freezing. Couldn't we sit in your car?

- Well...

- I know you don't talk to reporters...

- I'm going to the airport.

- Two minutes.

- Well...

- Please?

- I can't miss my plane. Now, if...

- I'll come to the airport with you.

All right, get in.

All right, Miss Hart. Our time is short,

so what would you like to know?

Did you ever meet

the archaeologist Carl Bugenhagen?

- No. I heard of him.

- He was also an exorcist. Did you know that?

No.

His skeleton was found last week

on your dig at Hazor, close to Yigael's Wall.

Seven years after his disappearance.

Ajournalistic assumption. The skeleton

has not been verified as that of Bugenhagen.

Oh, but it has! I've just come from there.

Your brother met him. Did you know that?

Where did you get that information?

A photographer that I used to work with

went with your brother. He died there.

- He was decapitated.

- Murray, stop the car.

Your brother went to see Bugenhagen.

A few days later, Bugenhagen disappeared.

- Get out.

- Do you know why he went to see him?

Don't make me throw you out, Miss Hart.

You must listen to me.

I've been working on the story for years now.

I think I've pieced it together.

I never believed in

the prophecies of the Bible before.

But now... you are in grave danger.

- Don't try to contact me again.

- Put your strength in Christ.

Only he can protect you.

Please. You must listen to me.

Bugenhagen warned your brother.

Oh, God...

And just last week

we finally uncovered Yigael's Wall.

- Who is Yigael?

- incredible person. Very mysterious.

We're not really sure. He was a monk, he was

an exorcist. He lived about the 1 3th century.

The story goes that

Satan appeared in person to Yigael,

who, not unexpectedly,

went out of his mind.

He also went into hiding,

obsessed with painting what he had seen:

incredible visions of the Antichrist,

from birth to downfall.

But the reason I don't want you

to say anything to Richard is,

- I want it to be a present.

- Good.

I've got a surprise for you, too.

Your favorite piece. We're gonna put it

right in the middle of Gallery Four.

I think you should lean her up

against one of the back doors.

- Charles.

- Joan. When did you get in?

- Last night.

- Excuse me, Ann. This is Joan Hart, who...

- Who wanted to interview Richard.

- I did interview him.

- You did what?

- I couldn't take no for an answer.

- it was too important.

- You must be very persuasive.

He doesn't have

a very high opinion of reporters.

Excuse me, I have a call.

Your husband is a little unfair on the press.

They were very kind to his brother.

Were they? I never knew his brother.

That's right.

You're Richard Thorn's second wife.

Tell me about Damien.

What sort of a boy is he?

- Is he enjoying life at the military academy?

- Ann.

- Don't say a word. Richard is furious.

- Charles, you are in danger. All of you.

- What's got into you?

- I've seen Yigael's Wall.

- I don't care what you've seen.

- You must. Damien...

What about Damien?

I'm not sure yet.

What was that all about?

- Which one is Damien Thorn?

- He's the wide receiver right over there.

Now take a break.

..which art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done, on earth...

No. No. What...?

Come on. Please... What is this?

Please.

Oh, God.

Help me!

Hey, Dad.

That's not fair. Now you're gonna get it.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Mark

Happy birthday to you

- Make a wish and blow out the candles.

- Go ahead, Mark. Blow them out.

All of them, Mark.

Hold it, Mark.

Cut the cake.

- Make a wish.

- He's made one.

There goes the lake.

Oh, Paul. I'm really gratified to learn

that you decided to shelve

your land acquisition project.

Well... it may be in the best interests

of the company, Bill.

But I still don't understand your opposition.

Just because it's never been done

doesn't make it illegal.

No.

But is it ethical?

- There we are.

- Thank you.

- Take a fork, darling.

- All right.

Thanks.

- How are things at the academy, Damien?

- OK, Mr. Buher.

And Sergeant Neff?

- Do you know him?

- I've asked about him.

Just keeping an eye on you, Damien.

Do you know exactly what I do

for Thorn industries?

- Not really, sir.

- Well, you should.

You should know everything about

the Thorn business - it'll be yours one day.

And Mark's.

And Mark's. Of course.

Say, why don't you,

pay a visit to the plant soon?

- Could I bring some friends?

- Of course.

May I have your attention?

Listen, everyone.

Before Mark opens his presents,

I have a surprise for you,

so I want you to all follow me.

A boy's 1 3th birthday is considered by many

as the beginning of puberty, of manhood.

Many cultures have... initiation rites.

You'll be initiated too, Damien.

Yes... The time is coming for you to put aside

childish things and face up to who you are.

A great moment, Damien.

Surely you must be feeling it?

I think so.

I'm not sure.

But I feel that something's happening to me.

Is going to happen.

Suspicions of destiny. We all have them.

Your uncle has, I'm sure.

And Bill Atherton. And myself.

A deep, wordless knowledge

that our time has come.

Hey, Damien, come on. We got fireworks.

Happy birthday to you

- Happy birthday to you

- Oh, look at that.

Happy birthday, dear Mark

Happy birthday to you

Shoot!

- Charles.

- I still can't stop.

A little girl was giving me lessons,

but she got disgusted.

What'll you have?

- Hot dogs, hamburgers, ribs?

- Everything. I'm famished.

- Why don't you go to a warming tent?

- I will.

Charles... I heard about your reporter friend.

What's her name?

- Joan Hart.

- I'm so sorry.

Yes... it was so strange,

to get hit by a truck on a deserted highway.

I know.

- Here.

- Thank you.

Shoot!

No.

- Bill!

- Dad!

- Bill!

- Stay off the ice!

Hold on!

- Who is that?

- Mr. Atherton.

Hold on, Bill! Somebody get a pole.

Oh, God! He's gone.

- He's here.

- The current's got him.

- We've lost him.

- Spread out, everybody.

- Can anybody see him?

- Here he is!

Come on! Come on! He's gone.

- Dad, what do we do?

- Here he is!

- Somebody get an axe!

- God.

He's caught in the current.

- Dad.

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