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actually making contact with the body.

The rest...

of course, is history.

I know.

I didn't get it either.

Which is why I started digging.

The coroner's report showed

that Brennan was riddled with cancer.

He was high on morphine most of the time,

injecting himself two or three times a day.

- He knew he was dying.

- Apparently.

He said he wanted to be forgiven by Christ.

No atheists in foxholes, eh?

Here we go.

Now, externally

his body was completely normal -

apart from one small item

on the inside of the left thigh.

Here.

What is it?

That's three sixes.

Six hundred and sixty-six.

- A tattoo?

- No.

The biopsy showed that

that was a birthmark.

Come with me.

The best is yet to come.

He lived here?

Yes.

If you can call it living.

These are all pages from the Bible.

Thousands of them.

Every inch of wall space is covered.

And crucifixes...

Hundreds of crucifixes.

I'd say he was trying to keep something out,

wouldn't you?

He was obviously out of his mind.

Was he?

The first thing I found was his diary.

Only it's not so much about him

as about you.

And it's a little obsessive.

Notes on whenever you left the house,

where you went, where you ate,

your speaking engagements...

- Can I see that?

- Yes, certainly.

You'll see that the last entry says you were

scheduled to meet him in Bishop's Park...

the same day that he died.

However, the really interesting items are here.

If we're ever gonna get to the bottom of this,

this is where we begin.

The first is a clipping

from some astrology magazine,

a report of an unusual phenomenon.

It's a comet

in the shape of a glowing star,

much like the Star of Bethlehem

only this one happened a little closer

to home, on the European continent,

just five years ago.

June 6, to be exact.

I assume that date rings a bell.

Yes.

Yeah.

Then you'll recognize the second clipping,

which is a birth announcement

from a newspaper in Rome -

again, five years ago,

sixth day, sixth month.

Was your son born at 6 A.M.?

My son is dead.

I don't know whose son I'm raising.

Well, if you don't mind, Mr. Thorn,

I'd like to try and help you find that out.

No.

It's my problem.

No. No, no, no, please, please.

You're wrong.

You see, it's also my problem.

See, when I first came into this room

with the police, I took a number of photos

and I happened to catch a reflection of myself

in this mirror here.

Take a look.

That's rather an unusual effect, isn't it?

All right.

Let's go. Get your stuff.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I'm sorry, I have to.

No.

I'm so scared.

Kate, there's nothing to be scared of.

Nothing.

I promise.

That's not it.

It's the right address.

Apparently there was a terrible fire.

The old hospital burned down.

Five years ago.

Molti morti- many dead.

The fire started in the hall of records

in the basement.

It went up like a torch.

Shot up the stairwells.

The third floor became an inferno.

The third floor.

The maternity ward.

There was a priest.

A very tall man. He was in charge.

- Spiletto.

- Yes.

That's his name. That's him.

Do you know where he is now?

A monastery...

in Subiaco.

Subiaco.

I haven't found this poem you talked about,

but I have a good idea where it's from.

It seems to be a composite of prophesies

from the Bible, from Daniel, from Revelation,

whereby the time of the Antichrist

is heralded by the Jews returning to Israel.

That's the poem.

"When the Jews return to Zion",

and something about a comet.

That's here.

"A great star blazing like a torch

fell from the sky."

Now, these are signs,

together with the rise of the Roman Empire,

which signify the birth of the Antichrist.

As we know, the Jews have returned to Zion.

We've seen evidence of a comet.

The rise of the Roman Empire is...

The Treaty of Rome.

The European Union.

Revelation 13:

"And I stood upon the sand of the sea

and saw a beast rise up out of the sea."

That's the poem:
"From the eternal sea

he rises, creating armies on either shore."

Now, the sea - bear with me -

the sea in this context

has been interpreted

as representing politics -

the sea which eternally rages with conflict,

with turmoil, with revolution.

Politics.

"From the eternal sea he rises" - the devil's

child shall rise from the world of politics.

They chose you, Robert.

Father Spiletto.

My name is Robert Thorn.

We met in Rome.

You remember me?

There was a child.

I need to know where he's from.

I'm afraid it's no use.

You said you knew his mother.

Where is she now?

- Please, sir.

- Where is she?

I must insist.

You confessed to them.

Now confess to me.

Where is she now?

Cervet...

- What does it mean?

- Cerveteri.

It's an old cemetery

from the Etruscan time.

Where is this place?

Where is it?

You'll find it on a map.

It is perhaps 50 kilometers north of Rome.

Robert.

Here.

Look at the date.

June 6, five years ago.

Mother and child.

"Maria Avedici Santoya."

Damien's mother.

But if that's her, then who's the child?

Hand me that iron.

Try to free up those edges.

It's coming.

What the f*** is this?

The priest...

He said its mother was a...

Was a what?

- The other one.

- What for? There's nothing there.

What if there is?

Maybe he's alive somewhere.

- Who?

- My son.

Oh, God...

They killed him.

They took him from her...

and they killed him.

Come on.

Let's go. Go.

Excuse me.

I'm the family nanny.

Here to spread a bit of cheer.

I just gave her her night-time meds.

She's barely awake.

I understand. I wonder if I could see her,

just for a few minutes?

No, I'm sorry, but I can't.

Her son picked these out himself.

He'd be heartbroken if she didn't get them.

I promised him.

I'm not sure if he should see her like this.

OK. I'll park him over here.

There you go.

I'll be back in a minute, sweetie.

Pretty.

Hi.

It's only me. Don't be afraid.

We have to find the town

Father Brennan mentioned.

- Megiddo.

- Right. I'll get hold of some maps.

Come on.

Come on, pick up the goddamn phone.

No...

No...

- No... No...

- Good girl.

Almost there.

Come along, sweetie. All done.

Hello?

Tom. Listen, I just tried...

Are you with Kate?

But I just...

No, she...

Look at his little hands.

Drink his blood.

What the hell happened to you?

Did you fall asleep?

Yeah.

No wonder you've been staying awake.

I found out about the town of Megiddo.

It's derived from the word "Armageddon" -

the end of the world.

It's underground,

just south of Jerusalem.

There's an excavation going on there -

some American university.

I don't suppose you remember that name?

Bugenhagen.

Bugenhagen?

That was his name.

I remember the poem, too.

"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."

Kate's dead.

I want Damien dead as well.

Bugenhagen?

That little priest, Brennan.

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