The Omen Page #4

with turmoil and revolution.

So the devil's child will rise

from the world of politics.

Looks like this is as far as we go.

Let's have a look.

Found him?

His mind is active,

but since the fire he's not made a sound.

We feed him and take care of his needs.

And we pray for his recovery

when his penance is completed.

What penance?

"Woe to the shepherd

who abandons his sheep."

"May his right arm wither

and his right eye lose its sight."

He's fallen from grace. Can you tell us why?

For abandoning Christ.

- How do you know he's abandoned Christ?

- He told us.

- But he doesn't speak.

- There is some movement in his left hand.

He was able to write it down.

You will notice the curved line over the head.

This indicates the hood of the monk.

His own hood.

- The three sixes.

- Six is the sign of the devil.

- But why three of them?

- We believe it signifies the diabolical trinity.

- The devil, Antichrist and false prophet.

- Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

For everything holy, there is something

unholy. This is the essence of temptation.

Father Spiletto, my name is Thorn.

There was a child.

I want to know where that child came from.

- I am afraid that...

- You confessed to them. Now confess to me.

- What happened?

- Please, signore.

You said you knew its mother.

Where is she now?

- I must insist that you do not...

- I beg you, where is she?

Answer me.

Answer.

Excuse me.

Cervet.

Please, does it mean something to you?

Cerveteri.

It is an old cemetery from Etruscan times.

Cripta Sant'Angelo.

- It is nothing but ruins.

- Where is this place?

- But there is nothing there. Only graves.

- Where is it?

You will find it on the map.

It is perhaps 50km north of Rome.

Robert, over here.

Maria Scianna.

My God.

June 6.

Five years ago.

Bambino Scianna.

Infant boy. Same date.

"In birth and death,

the generations embrace."

Is my son buried here?

This woman could be

the mother of the child you adopted.

Why here in this terrible place?

- No.

- Oh, my God.

- The other one.

- No. Let's get out of here.

If it's an animal too,

then maybe my child

is alive somewhere.

They murdered him.

They murdered him as soon as he was born.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Come on.

Robert.

Don't run. It's only the smell of the graves.

Run.

Robert.

- Hello?

- Hello.

Kathy?

Hello, Robert. Is that you?

I'm so glad you called.

Kathy, darling.

Now, listen to me very carefully.

Do just what I say.

I want you to leave London right now.

- What do you mean, leave London, darling?

- I've put through a call to the embassy.

Tom Portman will meet you at the hospital

and bring you here to Rome.

- Robert, what's happened? What's wrong?

- Please, darling. Just do it.

Get ready to leave.

- Robert, I don't think I can move very well.

- Kathy, do it.

OK. Yes, all right, I'll try to be ready

by the time he gets here.

All right, darling.

Who is that? Is that somebody there?

Tom? Is that you?

Yes?

Yes, this is he.

Tom?

Kathy?

Tom,

I can't talk now.

Robert.

I found out about the town of Megiddo.

It's derived from the word "Armageddon".

The end of the world.

It's underground,

about 60 miles south of Jerusalem.

There's some excavation going on there.

If only you could remember the name

of the man you're supposed to see.

It's Bugenhagen.

He was an exorcist. I read about him.

That was his name.

And I remember the poem.

"When the Jews return to Zion,

and a comet fills the sky

and the Holy Roman Empire rises,

then you and I must die."

"From the eternal sea he rises,

creating armies on either shore

turning man against his brother

till man exists no more."

Kathy is dead.

I want Damien to die, too.

Hello, Mr. Thorn.

I am Bugenhagen.

- What is this place?

- The city of Jezreel.

Town of Megiddo.

The place where Christianity began.

The little priest - is he dead yet?

Yes.

Yes.

Come along, Mr. Thorn.

We had better get to work.

You will excuse us.

This is for Mr. Thorn alone.

All right.

It must be done on hallowed ground.

A church.

His blood must be spilled on the altar of God.

This first knife is most important.

It extinguishes physical life

and forms the center of the cross.

The subsequent placings

extinguish spiritual life

and should radiate outward.

Like this.

This is not a human child. Make no mistake.

- Is there proof?

- Oh, yes.

He bears a birthmark.

A sequence of sixes.

So, says the Bible,

do all the apostles of Satan.

- He doesn't have it.

- He must have it.

I've bathed him. I know every inch of him.

If it is not visible on the body,

it will be beneath the hair.

Remove it.

You must be devoid of pity.

- And the woman?

- She is an apostate of hell.

She will die before permitting this.

Look, I want to know what he said.

I've a right to know.

Robert, I want to know what he said.

Look, I'm not just some bystander.

- I was the one that found him.

- I'm the one that's supposed to kill him.

These are knives. He wants me to stab him.

- Wants me to murder a child.

- It's not a child.

How can he know that? Maybe he's wrong.

It's insane. I won't have anything

to do with murdering a little boy.

He's not responsible. I won't do it.

Well, if you don't do it, I will.

No!

Run, Damien. Run. Run.

No!

Hold it.

- Panda Four to control.

- MP to Panda Four, come in, please.

Panda Four in pursuit.

American Ambassador, white estate car.

Heading north. Seven Hills Road. Over.

Al. We've got a shout.

I'll be back later, all right?

MP to Zulu Seven.

You are requested assist Panda Four

in pursuit of white estate car,

north Seven Hills Road.

Possible diplomatic incident.

Zulu Seven to Panda Four.

We have taken over your pursuit. Over.

Zulu Seven to MP.

Heading west on Old Church Road.

No! Please, Daddy, no!

- No, Daddy. No!

- God help me.

Police! Drop. Drop, or I'll fire.

And so to their final rest do we commit

these two and entrust them unto our Lord.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Detail, attention.

Present arms.

Ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

Excuse me, Mr. President. When you're ready

to leave, your car is over there.

- In a moment.

- Yes, sir.

Sally Lewis

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