The Omen

Tom, it's Robert.

I need you to fill in for me. Kate's gone

into labor and there are complications.

Mr. Thorn.

- Is she all right?

- She's resting.

And the child?

The child is dead.

She does not know.

It was everything to her.

A child.

Mr. Thorn, your wife...

There was damage to the womb.

She might not be able to...

She might not be able to what?

You love her very much.

Then you must accept God's plan.

He is quite beautiful.

I knew the mother well.

Healthy in every way.

- And the family?

- No family.

The mother died, as your own child...

in the same hour.

And our child...

May I see the body?

What's to be gained?

Give your love to the living.

For the sake of your wife, Mr. Thorn.

God will forgive this little deception.

And for the sake of this child.

On this night, Mr. Thorn,

God has given you a son.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Who's that?

That's our son.

He's perfect.

I love you.

I love you too.

No, it's good, it really is.

What is it?

Come on. Big blow.

Thank you so much.

Hi, Mike.

Afternoon, Mrs. Thorn.

How's young Damien?

He's fine.

Is my husband around?

Yes, ma'am. He's expecting you.

- Mr. Ambassador.

- Troy.

Hi, Steven.

- Hi, Kathy. It's great to see you.

- You too.

I've gotta run.

I'll let Robert tell you the good news.

- OK. Bye.

- Bye, Kathy.

What good news?

How was your Italian lesson?

That's very good. I'll have to remember that

next time my watch is stolen on a sailing trip.

All right. I'm on book one.

Well, the good news is that

you might not have to open book two.

Steven's been made

ambassador to Great Britain.

Wow.

That's great.

We're going with him, Kate.

He's made me deputy.

Oh, my God.

Robert...

London... That's wonderful.

I'm number two now.

I couldn't wait to tell you.

It's gonna be great, Kate.

What's going on up there?

Traffic.

Well? Do you like it?

It's big.

Big. Bad big?

Big big.

It reminds me of Steven's place in Italy.

What's that mean?

Nothing.

I thought you would like it.

Sorry.

Sometimes it feels

as if I'm stepping over Steven's corpse.

You got this job because you earned it.

Really?

Nothing to do with the fact

that I'm the president's godson?

Two senators and the president's sister

wanted that job, but he gave it to you.

What does that tell you?

That I love you.

- So we'll take it.

- Do I have a choice?

- No.

- Didn't think so.

It is big.

A little bit.

Hello?

Hello?

Damien?

Damien?

Damien?

No...

Damien... Damien.

Boo.

Don't... don't ever do that again.

Did I scare you, Mommy?

I didn't mean to.

I know.

I know. I'm sorry.

I was just worried about you.

- Ready? Come on, Damien, big breath...

- Three, two, one...

Great.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

- I can take him.

- OK.

Thanks.

Damien.

Damien.

Look at me, Damien.

It's all for you, Damien.

It's all for you.

It's OK, pal.

It's OK.

Here he is.

- Have you read the papers today, Mr. Thorn?

- No, I'm afraid I haven't.

- There's an article about the suicide.

- I'm here to welcome the Saudi ambassador...

- Was she on drugs?

- Excuse me.

Will the suicide affect

your performance as ambassador?

Gentlemen, this way, please.

It's all right.

Are you OK?

I'm very sorry. Please, send me the bill.

I'll cover the charges.

It's all right, sir.

Let's just say that you owe me one.

Robert?

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

The tabloids are having a field day

with the nanny situation.

I know. Let it go.

It'll all blow over.

- I think we should issue a statement at least.

- Tom, please. Let it go this time, OK?

Excuse me, sir. A Father Brennan

is waiting downstairs at reception.

- Who?

- Father Brennan. The priest from Rome.

Did he say what it was about?

He called several times yesterday.

He said it was personal and urgent.

Want me to handle this?

No. No, I got this.

Father Brennan.

Robert Thorn.

What can I do for you?

We haven't much time, Mr. Thorn.

Time for what?

We must accept the Lord Jesus Christ

as our savior.

Accept him now.

Ask for his forgiveness.

Take Holy Communion, Mr. Thorn.

Drink of his blood, eat of his flesh.

For only when he is within you

can you defeat the devil's son.

I'm sorry, Father, I...

Accept responsibility, Mr. Thorn.

You did it.

You let them do it.

I think there's been some mistake...

He's killed before. He'll kill again.

He'll kill

until everything that's yours is his.

Forgive me, Father,

but I really should get back to work. Sorry.

I was at the hospital, Mr. Thorn.

The night your son was born.

I...

I participated.

I witnessed the birth.

I beg of you, please, Mr. Thorn.

What do you want?

I want to save you, Mr. Thorn.

So Christ will save me

and rescue me from eternal damnation.

What do you know about my son?

Everything.

I saw its mother.

- You saw my wife.

- No. I saw its mother.

You're referring to my wife.

Its mother, Mr. Thorn. Its mother.

- OK, that's enough. Sergeant...

- His mother is a jackal.

Yes, sir.

Everything all right, Mr. Ambassador?

Yes, Travis. Please escort

this gentleman out of the building.

Yes, sir.

You must accept the Lord Jesus each

and every day, Mr. Thorn. Drink his blood.

It is the only way, Mr. Thorn.

- How's the nanny search coming?

- Frustrating.

- No one you like?

- Not really.

- Well, maybe we don't need one.

- What does that mean?

Nothing. Just maybe we don't need a nanny.

You're not working...

I'm trying to raise our child. That's work.

I'm here with him every minute. You're not.

All I'm saying

is maybe we don't need a nanny.

Give you and Damien a chance to bond.

Now Damien and I don't bond.

That's not what I meant, Kate.

Can we start over, please?

I'm sorry you had a bad day.

Mine wasn't exactly uneventful either.

Can we call it a draw?

I'm sorry.

Come here.

- Hon?

- Yeah?

- There's something that I think I...

- Excuse me.

- Yes, Mrs. Horton?

- Mrs. Baylock is here.

I thought I was done for the day.

- Shall I show her in?

- Yes, please.

Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn.

- Hello.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- This is my wife Katherine.

- Mrs. Thorn.

- Please.

- Thank you.

If I may say, I realize

this must be a difficult time for you.

I'm genuinely sorry for your loss.

You know, sometimes the younger girls,

away from their families...

Well, the job can be hard on them.

But, you know, for me

caring for children has been the joy of my life.

I've really been so lucky.

I love my job.

I don't think I have your rsum.

The agency sometimes forgets,

with all the girls they send out.

This isn't the first time.

Here it is.

I sometimes bring an extra copy.

I've been raising children

for almost 40 years now, Mrs. Thorn.

I helped my own mother raise

my brothers and sisters - I was the eldest -

and I guess the habit sort of stuck.

I'm not the parent, and I never forget that.

But I am an extra pair of hands

and a responsible substitute

when you're out of the house.

May I see the boy?

He's beautiful.

I'll just be right back.

Hello, Damien.

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