The Omen
- R
- Year:
- 1976
- 111 min
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The child is dead.
He breathed just for a moment.
Then he breathed no more.
The child is dead. Dead. The child is dead.
I'm afraid it will kill her.
My God, she wanted a baby so much.
For such a long time.
What can I tell her? What will I say?
She wanted her own.
If I may suggest,
it even resembles...
Your wife need never know.
and to the child.
Are there no relatives?
None.
The mother died, as your own child,
in the same moment.
You said it could be ours, but...
On this night, Mr. Thorn,
God has given you a son.
Here's your boy.
Good morning. Come va?
- What are you doing home so early?
- Just came to start packing.
What?
We can't waste any time. We're leaving
in the morning. Buongiorno, Carlo.
Please, Carlo.
What are you talking about?
I am talking about London. I am talking about
the ambassador to the Court of St James.
- Well, what about him?
- You're married to him.
I'm what?
It's me. I'm appointed
ambassador to Great Britain.
I've already told them yes.
I loved it the minute I saw it.
Well, it's a bit much.
Well, nothing's too much for the wife
of the future president of the United States.
You know, you're pushy.
Come on. Wait till you see this.
Now this, they call his day room.
His day room.
So? How do you like it so far?
- Well, it needs some books. To warm it up.
- Couple of books. Warm it up. Yeah.
- Something in mind, Mr. Ambassador?
- Why don't we have a little look upstairs?
Well, there's no furniture up there, either.
You know, you could be
too sexy for the White House.
- I'm gonna miss you so much.
- I won't be long.
We don't have that much to talk about.
Since when did two old college roommates
not have much to talk about?
Since one of them assumed
the awesome burden of the presidency.
- Well, give my regards to the first lady.
- I'll do my best.
Why don't you change you mind,
fly over with me?
No, I'd better stay here
and fool around with Damien.
- Where is he?
Damien?
Oh, my God, Robert.
Damien! Robert, where could he be?
You little monkey.
Don't you ever do that again.
There you are.
- Go.
- Hooray.
- Run out of film?
- Just saving a bit for his canonization.
- How's that?
- He's either the heir to the Thorn millions
- Want a bite, Daddy?
Go on, Damien. Smile. A big birthday smile.
Come on. Smile.
Holly.
- I'll take him, ma'am.
- No, I'll take him.
Come on.
One... two... three...
Let me jump on it, Daddy. Let me jump on it.
Hold on.
Damien.
Damien, look at me.
I'm over here.
- Damien, I love you.
- Look. There's Nanny.
Look at me, Damien. It's all for you.
Oh, my God.
Go, Tom.
- Morning. Have you read the papers today?
- No, I haven't.
There was an article on the suicide,
your nanny that jumped.
- They say that she left a suicide note, sir.
- Not true.
Mr. Ambassador,
did you know she was on drugs?
Would you mind?
- Mr. Thorn, did she use drugs?
- Not that I know of.
- The article said...
- I don't care what the article said.
I'm sorry.
I am sorry.
Will you send me a bill for the damage?
No, that's all right, Mr. Ambassador.
Let's just say you owe me.
Corporal.
OK, outside.
Yes?
- There's a Father Brennan here to see you.
- Who?
A priest named Father Brennan from Rome.
He says it's a matter of
urgent personal business.
- He says he just needs a minute.
- Donation time.
- All right, send him in.
- I didn't know you were such a soft touch.
On that trip to Saudi Arabia,
why isn't it the right time?
Well, it's personal, Tom. I just
don't feel like leaving home right now.
Yes, Father?
We haven't much time.
You must listen to what I have to say.
All right. What is it?
You must accept Christ as your savior.
You must accept him now.
Forgive me, but didn't I understand that you
have a matter of urgent personal business?
You must take Communion.
Drink the blood of Christ and eat his flesh.
Only if he is within you
can you defeat the son of the devil.
- I see.
- He's killed once. He'll kill again.
He'll kill until everything that's yours is his.
- Father, would you mind...
- Only through Christ can you fight him.
Accept the Lord Jesus.
Drink his blood.
I've locked the door, Mr. Thorn.
- Yes?
- Would you send for a security guard?
I beg you, Mr. Thorn.
Listen to what I have to say.
Ambassador Thorn?
I was at the hospital, Mr. Thorn,
the night your son was born.
- I witnessed the birth.
- Sir?
I beg you.
All right. Stand by.
- What do you want?
- To save you, Mr. Thorn.
What do you know about my son?
- Everything.
- And what is that?
I saw its mother.
- You saw my wife.
- I saw its mother.
- You're referring to my wife.
- Its mother, Mr. Thorn.
This is blackmail. Come out and say it.
What are you trying to say?
His mother was aja...
- Everything OK?
- You sounded strange. The door was locked.
- I want this gentleman escorted out of here.
- OK, let's go.
Accept Christ each day.
Drink his blood.
- Just get him off the grounds.
- All right, Father. Come on.
Father.
Thank you.
Come in.
Excuse me. Mrs. Baylock is here.
She says she's the new governess.
Well, that's a start. Show her in.
Come in, please.
- Ambassador and Mrs. Thorn.
- How do you do?
I know it's a difficult time for you,
so I'll not intrude on your grief.
I'm here to take away
some of your troubles and anxieties.
We'll soon help your little boy
to forget what's happened.
I'm afraid, sir,
that some of our young nannies,
they get homesick,
or they have boyfriend problems.
I left all that behind a long time ago.
Well, now, if you'll let me see your boy?
Yes, of course. He's upstairs.
I'll show you where it is.
Why don't you just leave us alone at first?
Let us get acquainted in our own way.
- Well, he's shy with new people.
- Oh, no. Not with me, he won't be.
- Well, I don't think...
- I think it'll be fine.
Go on. Give it a try.
All right, then.
- Mrs. Horton.
- This way, Mrs. Baylock.
Excuse me.
- I like her.
- She seems all right.
Where'd you find her?
- Where did I find her?
- Yeah.
I didn't find her. I assumed you found her.
Round that corner to the right
and it's the door facing you.
- I'll have your things sent up in a moment.
- Thank you.
- Mrs. Baylock.
- Yes, ma'am?
I'm sorry, but we're a little bit confused.
Oh? Why's that?
- Well, we don't know how you got here.
- The agency.
- The agency?
- Well, yes. They read in the paper about the...
so they sent you another.
- That's it.
- I'll call to confirm that.
- Here are my references.
- Thank you very much.
Well, if I could see your boy, now?
- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.
Have no fear, little one.
I am here to protect thee.
- In a minute, Horton, I think.
- Very good, sir.
- Kathy.
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