The Omen Page #2

I'm Mrs. Baylock.

Don't be afraid.

I'm here to protect you.

- Kate.

- I'm coming.

Mrs. Baylock?

Where's Damien? I asked you

to have him dressed and ready.

I'm afraid he's a bit under the weather.

He was fine a minute ago.

I was concerned about him last night.

He didn't sleep well.

I think he might

be coming down with something.

And it's such a long ceremony.

I really don't think it's a good idea.

Mrs. Baylock, have my son

dressed and in the car in five minutes.

What's wrong, sweetie?

It's just a church, that's all.

I know how you feel, kiddo.

Robert...

You OK, tiger?

Is he sick?

Damien, what's wrong?

Damien?

Damien, stop it.

Damien, stop it now.

No.

Damien, stop it.

Go. Drive the car. Go, now.

Home, please, David.

Hold still.

Maybe we should call a doctor.

No, it's not that bad.

No, I mean for Damien.

He's fine, Kate.

That boy has never been sick

a day in his life.

I know.

It's strange, isn't it?

What, that he's healthy?

It's unusual, Robert.

Other kids get colds, runny noses, the flu...

But Damien...

Nothing. Not once.

It's not just my imagination.

He's strange.

- It's...

- What?

It's different.

He's different.

Now why would you think

something like that?

He's just a little boy, Kate.

He got scared, that's all.

I'm gonna go to bed.

OK.

Easy.

Easy, boy.

Quiet down.

This is the master of the house.

Mrs. Baylock, what is this?

- Sir?

- This dog.

We found him outside.

- Who said you could bring a dog in here?

- I'm sorry, sir. Did he scare you?

- That's not the point...

- He'll be a good watchdog, sir.

Believe me, you'll be grateful

on those long trips away.

Mrs. Baylock, when and if we need a dog,

I'll pick one out myself.

Thank you.

Damien has grown quite fond of him, sir.

Tomorrow morning you'll call the RSPCA

and have him removed.

Do you understand?

Come on.

Good night, Mr. Thorn.

So, how's the new nanny working out?

She seems good.

But so did the last one.

I know the two of you were there

when the other girl...

With your kids. I hope they're OK.

- They're fine. Really.

- Yeah, they're fine.

Come along, children.

Stay close together.

Damien.

Damien.

Damien?

Hey.

Damien?

What's the matter? Those other kids

didn't wanna play with you?

They're afraid.

Let's go look at the birds.

Let's do that.

Hi.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

How's Damien?

What's wrong?

Did something happen today, Kate?

We went to the zoo...

with all the other children.

There's something about Damien.

He's so far away.

Something's not right.

I must be a terrible person

for even thinking such things.

No. No.

Kate...

I need to talk to someone.

OK. OK.

What can I do, baby?

I need to talk to someone.

OK.

Tomorrow, Mr. Thorn. One o'clock.

Bishop's Park, by the bridge.

Just five minutes

and you'll never see me again.

Your wife's in grave danger.

She'll die if you don't come.

Damien?

Are you OK?

Damien?

All right, you've got your five minutes.

Now tell me why I'm here.

"When the Jews return to Zion

And a comet rips the sky,

When 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."

You said my wife was in danger.

Go to the town of Megiddo

in the walled city of Jezreel.

There lives a man named Bugenhagen.

He alone can describe

how the child must die.

What child?

What are you talking about?

Your son, Mr. Thorn.

The son of the devil.

I came here

because you said my wife was in danger.

She's pregnant.

- That's impossible.

- That's what they told you, Mr. Thorn.

He will not allow the child to be born.

He'll kill it while it slumbers in the womb.

He'll kill the unborn child

and then he'll kill your wife.

And then, when he's certain

to inherit all that you have,

then, Mr. Thorn, then he'll kill you.

- That's enough.

- He has to die, Mr. Thorn.

You must act now, or all will be lost.

Go to the town of Megiddo.

See Bugenhagen, before it's all too late.

Now you listen to me.

I don't know who you are or what you want,

but stay away from my family. Understand?

I don't want to see

or hear from you ever again.

You'll see me in hell, Mr. Thorn.

We'll spend eternity together.

Damien, could you please stop that?

Damien.

Mrs. Baylock.

- What's wrong?

- That noise is driving me crazy.

Mrs. Baylock.

Yes, ma'am?

Could you please take him out of here?

He's playing quietly, Kate.

I said take him out of here.

Yes, ma'am.

Come along, Damien.

Mummy's not feeling well.

We'll go take a walk.

How's the therapy coming?

Can't you tell?

Dr. Greer wants to speak with you.

About what?

Kate?

We have a problem, Robert.

I'm pregnant.

What?

I'm having an abortion.

- Kate, listen, we should talk about this.

- No.

I am not having any more children.

I want it out of me.

Look, Mr. Thorn,

this session was Katherine's idea,

so I encourage you to speak freely.

Well, Kate's been under a lot of pressure

recently with our son Damien.

Things have been...

difficult.

I suppose that's why she doesn't like

the idea of having another child.

She's certainly having a hard time coping.

So much so that she's developed

what I call delusional rationalizations.

Like what?

Well, she fantasizes that Damien is evil,

for instance.

What do you mean, evil?

Forget about that, Mr. Thorn.

It's just a fantasy.

She also fantasizes

that he's not really hers.

- She told you that?

- It's just inside her head.

Do you believe in God, Dr. Greer?

Excuse me?

God.

Do you believe?

Mr. Thorn, my beliefs

really don't have anything to do with this.

Look, Mr. Thorn,

if you want to help your wife,

you really must consider an abortion.

We're not having an abortion.

We need this child.

Damien.

Damien...

please help.

- Ambassador Thorn.

- How is she?

She'll recover, but she has a concussion,

broken collarbone and internal bleeding.

- Internal bleeding?

- That's our biggest worry at the moment.

She's pregnant.

I'm afraid not.

She lost the child?

Yes.

Robert.

What is it, babe?

Please don't let him kill me.

What?

Don't let him kill me.

Hello?

Mr. Ambassador? My name's Keith Jennings.

- Who?

- I'm a photographer. You broke my camera.

- How did you get this number?

- No, no, please don't hang up.

This is not about the camera,

it's about you. And a priest.

A Brennan, a Father Brennan.

You were seen with him

moments before he was killed.

You see anything unusual?

- No.

- Look, here. Look. See?

There.

I know, I know. I didn't think much of it either

at first. Thought it was just a bad roll of film.

But then it happened again.

Here. You see?

That's on another roll.

And then again on the digital files.

There. That's digital.

That's another camera.

Here we go.

Our friend Father Brennan.

Look at this. Here.

And here's one I snapped ten days later.

- Same thing.

- Yeah.

Only much more pronounced on this one,

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