The Omen Page #4

Is he dead yet?

Yes.

Then we have work to do. Come.

It must be done on hallowed ground.

In the grounds of a church.

The blood must be spilled

on the altar of God.

Each knife must be buried up to the hilt,

and then set

so as to form the sign of a cross.

The first knife is the most important,

for it extinguishes physical life

and sets the center of the cross.

The subsequent knives extinguish

spiritual life and radiate outwards.

This is a child we're talking about.

A small boy

who I've raised as my own son.

He's not your son. He's a beast.

He's evil incarnate. Don't you forget that.

- What if you're wrong? What if he isn't?

- I'm not wrong.

- How do I know that?

- God, look...

He bears a birthmark.

A sequence of sixes.

So says the Bible.

As do all the apostles of Satan.

- No. He doesn't have it.

- He must have it.

I bathe him.

I know every inch of his body.

He doesn't have it.

If the sign isn't visible,

then it must be hidden beneath the hair.

Remove that, you'll find the number.

What about the woman, the nanny?

She's an apostate of hell.

She'll die before permitting this.

Kill him.

No.

No.

It's insane. All of you. You... Oh, my God.

Don't lose your nerve now, man.

We'll all be in the cesspool if you do.

Stop.

Thorn, stop.

You cant just walk away from this.

What the f*** did you think he was gonna

say? Why else have we come here?

He's a drunk.

An insane, delusional drunk,

who, like every religious fanatic,

thinks arcane scripture justifies killing.

What about me?

What about the photographs?

What if I'm next?

Listen to yourself.

Do you have any idea what you're saying?

You're asking me to stab a child.

A little boy.

Can't you see how insane that is?

It's not real, Keith.

There is no devil, there is no God.

There is only here and now, and life.

And that's something I would never take away

from any man, certainly not my own son.

Well, if you won't, I will.

No.

No.

No.

No. No. No.

No. No. No.

No. No. No. No.

No. No.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

No. No. No.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation...

Please, Daddy, don't.

Stop.

Mr. President, your car is ready, sir.

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