Damien: Omen II Page #6

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But he has risen, Mark. In me.

Come with me, Mark.

I can take you with me.

No.

Don't make me beg you, Mark.

No, Damien.

Mark?

Look at me, Mark.

I'll ask you once more.

Please come with me.

Mark...

Oh, Mark...

- What happened?

- I don't know.

We were walking... a-and he fell.

- He fell.

- Get back to the house.

I didn't do anything.

He just fell. I didn't do anything.

All that the Father given to me

shall come to me.

And him that cometh to me,

I will in no wise cast out.

He that raised up Jesus from the dead

will also give life to our mortal bodies

by his spirit that dwellen in us.

In sure and certain hope

of the Resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord, Jesus Christ,

we commend to Almighty God

our brother Mark.

And we commit him to the ground.

Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

Let us pray.

Merciful God, Father of Our Lord, Jesus

Christ, who is the Resurrection and the life...

How could it be, Doctor?

There would have been some sign.

You've examined him a dozen times yourself.

I've seen it happen before, I'm afraid.

A perfectly normal boy, or man,

seemingly healthy in all respects.

But waiting in his brain,

a thin artery wall. The wall collapses...

And... and it was there

from the time he was born?

More than likely.

I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

I don't want to go, Ann. I have to.

Why can't you phone him? Why do you

have to go all the way to New York?

Because I've heard that he's in trouble.

- Look, he needs me.

- I need you.

I'll be back as soon as possible.

- Reverend Weston?

- Yes. May I help you?

- I'm Richard Thorn.

- Mr. Thorn, I'm so glad you could come.

- Come this way, please.

- I wanna thank you for calling me.

Can you tell me what's wrong with him?

He refuses to speak to me.

All I can tell you

is that he's absolutely terrified.

- Who is it?

- Mr. Thorn is here.

- Richard?

- It's me, Charles.

I came as quickly as I...

- I saw the wall. it's all true.

- Now listen...

The beast is with us. I saw the wall.

it drove Joan Hart mad, Bugenhagen...

- Where is it?

- I saw Damien's face.

Where is it?

Come on.

I can't go back in there.

I'm so frightened. Please hurry.

Please hurry.

Please...

No!

And now, on this graduation day,

it gives me great pleasure

to honor those cadets who have excelled

in individual achievement.

The highest honor, the Officer's Saber,

is awarded each year

to that cadet who best exemplifies

the character and spirit of the academy.

This year's recipient

is Cadet Sergeant Damien Thorn.

Congratulations, Damien.

Davidson Military Academy is now proud

to promote the following cadets

to the grades as indicated.

I have to go.

Richard will be at the airport soon.

Will you be coming back for the cotillion?

We'll try.

Michael Fennig...

promoted to second lieutenant.

John Hickox...

promoted to second lieutenant.

- Where's Damien?

- At the cotillion, sir.

- Get him and bring him to the museum.

- What about you, sir?

- We'll take a cab.

- Why? Why do you want Damien?

You can't... you can't make me believe it.

- You can't make me believe it.

- You've got to.

- He killed Mark, Atherton and Pasarian.

- What?

He'll kill anyone he thinks is threatening him.

- How? Did he make the ice crack?

- Not himself.

Did he... Did he pull the gas pipe apart?

Did he?

Excuse me. I have to go.

There are others. Surrounding him,

helping him, keeping him safe.

Richard, listen to yourself.

Listen. Listen to how crazy you sound.

Others. Devils? A conspiracy of devils?

Richard, please.

Ann, I saw Charles killed.

I saw Damien's face on the wall.

What are you going to do? Richard.

What are you doing?

The daggers have to be here somewhere.

What do you want them for?

No. No.

- He's not human.

- He's a boy you've loved for seven years.

The boy has got to die.

Richard... For me, Richard, don't.

Ann, what are you doing?

Get away from that drawer.

What you want to do is crazy.

I can't let you, Richard.

Ann!

You're obsessed with Damien.

it's making you sick.

Give me the daggers.

- There are your daggers.

- Ann...

I've always belonged to him.

Damien!

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