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02 Damien Omen II - Horror 1978
[H246-mp4] Subtitles English.

- Michael.
- Carl.

Michael, have you seen this?

What?

- Do you recognize him?
- No.

Haven't you seen
Yigael's Wall yet?

It was only opened up last week.

There are four faces of the
Antichrist on his rise to power.

The face ofYigael's Satan
as a child is the same.

- The same? What are you talking about?
- There is no doubt.

Damien Thorn is the Antichrist.

Oh, Carl.

Michael, you must believe me.

Carl, I'm an archaeologist,
not a religious fanatic.

Even now, already is he in the world,
and his power shall be mighty...

and he shall prosper
and practice...

and shall destroy the
mighty and the holy.

I appreciate the sermon, Carl,
but what possible facts-.

His own father knew. A week
ago he tried to destroy him.

That's a minor detail these
newspapers seem to have omitted.

I gave him the daggers myself.

He's in Chicago living
with his father's brother.

Now, you must take this and
give it to his new parents.

- What is it?
- There is a letter inside explaining everything.

- Look, Carl, you can hardly expect
me- - They have to be warned!

I'm too old. I'm too
ill. I can't go myself.

And I am the only living
person who knows the truth.

But, Carl, I've got a
reputation to maintain.

That is why it has to be you.
They will listen to you.

And then have me committed. No.

Look, Carl, we're old friends. I
think we understand one another.

- You can't expect me to believe
that- - Then come to Yigael's Wall!

- What, now?
- Now!

Here, Michael.

Carl Bugenhagen, I hope this guarantees
me a place in the kingdom of heaven.

Michael, you'll be
needing your torch now.

It's the Whore of Babylon.

This is priceless!

Michael.

Michael, come here.

Look.

It is him.

- [ Michael ] Is there another way out?
- No.

Carl?

The Antichrist is with us!

Carl, we've got to get out!

Help me, will you?

Carl... help! Don't stop!

Michael!

Forces of evil...

may seem to overwhelm
us and be triumphant...

but goodness will prevail...

for it is written in the
Book of Revelation:

"Then shall that
wicked be revealed...

"whom the Lord shall consume
with the spirit of his mouth...

and destroy with the
brightness of his coming."

- [ Boy ] Damien!
- I'm coming.

I'll see you next summer, Jim.

- Say good-bye to your cousin for me, Damien.
- I will.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

- Come on!
- Coming.

- Did you find him yet?
- Yeah, he's coming.

Good-bye, Aunt Marion. It
was nice seeing you again.

Who told you?

Told me what?

Politeness isn't one of
your strong points, Damien.

I'm sure you didn't come here to say
good-bye to me on your own initiative.

I didn't know you were in
here, but I was going to.

Were you really?

Good-bye, Aunt Marion.

- All set?
- We think so.

- I'll be right back.
- Let's go.

Now, you boys have
your allowance...

so this is just a little something
extra... in case of an emergency.

Hold it. Did you say
good-bye to Aunt Marion?

I did.

Aunt Marion?

Oh, Mark, I haven't
seen enough of you.

- You should've come to my room so we could talk.
- I'm sorry, Aunt Marion.

I know you've been so busy running
after that cousin of yours.

You mustn't let him drag you
around the way he does.

He doesn't drag me
around. I like him.

Give me a hug.

You be careful.

Yes, Aunt Marion. Good-bye.

Just a second! [ Laughs ]

Good-bye, Dad.

Did you forget me? Are you
sure? Here, sweetheart.

- Take some biscuits. Have a good week.
- Bye.

- She's too much, Aunt Marion.
- She's awful! Why did they invite her?

So she could wag her finger, criticize
us, generally ruin our weekend.

- At least we don't have to have dinner with her.
- Right.

- God, what's that smell?
- Lavender, you fool.

All old ladies douse themselves
in it. Don't know why.

Boys, just because the
woman's getting on-.

On our nerves!

Come on. Murray's right. Let's
hear it for Aunt Marion.

[ Together Mockingly ] Hooray.

- Murray, give us a cigarette.
- You know the answer to that one.

- You don't ask, you never know.
- Have you boys met your new platoon leader yet?

- Neff?
- Neff for "neffer-mind."

- Oh, geez!
- Come on, they're all the same.

When you've met one platoon
leader, you've met them all.

Attention! Eyes front!
Chest out, stomach in!

You know something?
You're crazy.

- Yeah, 'cause I've practised.
- Oh, God.

Would you like some
cream, Aunt Marion?

You've asked me that six
times since I've come here.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

You haven't forgotten.
You just don't care.

Marion, let's don't get
into that argument again.

- No cream.
- No cream.

Charles is going to show us some
slides after we've finished here...

so why don't you tell us
why you've come, Marion.

I own 27% of Thorn industries...

left to me by your father.

And I have every right to dispose of
my share in any way that I see fit.

- We know that.
- You also know...

that at the moment, I've left
everything to you, Richard.

But I've come here to tell you,
that unless you do what I ask...

Marion, don't threaten me. Because
as far as I'm concerned-.

You can't be unconcerned about a sum that
is close to a hundred million dollars!

- L don't see that I should be here.
- You're here, Dr. Warren...

because you're curator of the Thorn
Museum and I also own 27% of that!

Marion, say what you've
got to say, because

if it's unpleasant,
let's get it over with.

I want you to take the
boys out of the academy.

I want you to send them
to separate schools.

Well, now.

I don't care what you want
where the boys are concerned.

- They're not your sons. They're ours.
- Neither boy is yours.

May I remind you that Mark is
Richard's son by his first wife.

- And Damien is his brother's son.
- Thank you.

- Thank you very much!
- Ann, please.

Marion, just what the
hell is this all about?

Get Mark away from Damien!
They don't belong together.

- Damien's a terrible influence. Can't you see that?
- What?

That's it. As far as I'm
concerned, the dinner's over.

Our conversation is over,
and I suggest that...

Richard, you're blind!
Purposely blind!

You know your brother
tried to kill Damien.

Get out!

- Richard, make her get out.
- Why did he try to kill him?

- Answer me! Tell the truth!
- Marion, he was ill!

- You know that!
- You don't have to explain anything to her.

If you don't separate those two boys, I'm
going to leave everything to charity.

I don't care what you do with the
money. You can burn it, give it away!

Richard, please listen to me! You
know what I'm saying is true!

I may be old, but
I'm not insane!

Your brother tried
to kill Damien.

Get out! Will you
tell her to go?

I'm going.

I'm sorry, Charles. I
apologize for her.

- She's old and not well.
- No, that's all right. I understand.

I should've noticed
before dinner that-.

Richard, please. I assure you, think
nothing of it. I'll go set up the slides.

- I want her out of here in the morning.
- Ann.

- I don't want her in this house anymore.
- The poor woman is senile.

That poor woman is dangerous.

She pollutes the air with her
craziness! She sickens me!

And she frightens the boys. They can't
stand to be in the same room with her.

All right, she goes first thing
in the morning. Now, calm down.

- Why does she hate Damien?
- L don't know.

She hates him so much! It's not just
me and the boys she has to leave for.

She starts something in
you. Something strange.

All right, it's over. It's done.

Come on, let's
join Charles, huh?

[ Warren ] A good many of these
have already been packed and sent.

We should be getting the first
shipment in about three weeks.

Ah, I thought that
would interest you.

- Oh, dear.
- She is a bit frightening, isn't she?

The Whore of Babylon?

You're incredible. Yep,
the Whore of Babylon.

She represents Rome.

The 10 horns of the beast are 10
kings who have no kingdoms yet...

but will be granted temporary
power by the devil.

His names are carved
there. The Spoiler.

The Little Horn.
The Desolate One.

- Why is she riding him?
- I don't know, but it wasn't to be for long.

According to the Book of Revelation,
the 10 kings shall hate the whore...

and make her desolate and naked.

Shall eat her flesh and
burn her with fire.

Hmm. It's not very nice.

- Who's the young lady?
- Name is Joan Hart.

She's a friend of mine. Journalist. She's
doing a biography of Bugenhagen...

the archaeologist who worked
in the area some years ago.

- I've heard of him.
- Matter of fact, she's coming to Chicago.

- She wants to interview you.
- What for?

Background of the exhibit,
patrons of archaeological digs.

I'm not very happy about
giving interviews, Charles.

- L know.
- Of any kind.

I know.

Oh!

Oh! Oh.

Right face, march!

Left turn, ho!

Ready, halt!

Present... arms!

That must be him.

- He looks okay.
- They're all the same.

Order... arms!

Bradley platoon, stand fast!

The other platoons to the mess
hall. By the right flank, march!

At ease, boys.

This is Sergeant Daniel Neff.
He'll be taking over...

as platoon officer from
Sergeant Goodrich.

Sergeant Neff is a very
experienced soldier...

and I'm sure that
within a few weeks...

you will be the snappiest
platoon in the entire academy.

I'll leave any further
introductions to the sergeant.

You'll speak to me only
when you're spoken to.

And you'll listen to
every word I say.

Because I intend to
shine in my new job.

And the only way I can shine
is by making you shine.

You're the little unit
that I have to polish...

until the glare of
your achievements...

blinds everybody on
this parade ground.

- Am I understood?
- Yes, sir!

I'll meet each of you personally
in my office after breakfast.

For now, your names.

- Mark Thorn, Sergeant.
- Thorn?

Your family's got strong connections
with this place, hasn't it?

- Well, hasn't it?
- My father and grandfather were cadets here, sir.

Good. But that doesn't entitle you to
privileges. We're all the same here.

- Yours.
- Damien Thorn, Sergeant.

- You don't look alike.
- Cousins, Sergeant.

All right. But understand the
same thing goes for you.

Your name.

- Good morning, Bill.
- Well, Richard!

By the way, there's something
I wanna talk over with you.

I'm the first to admit that Paul's
difficult to get along with.

But it took us three years to find
a man with his qualifications.

I'm not questioning his
qualifications. It's... His manner.

I can even cope with his manner.
I've met and dealt with every kind.

No, I don't like
what he's proposing.

It sticks in my craw, and I don't
intend to hide my feelings.

You worried that it could get us in
trouble with the Justice Department?

He's dealing with
highly emotive stuff.

Bill, let's hear him out.

The only thing I ask is that
you couch your objections...

with a little more
delicacy than usual.

Jennie, is Miss
Marion dressed yet?

I don't think she's
awake yet, Mrs. Thorn.

- I knocked earlier, but she didn't answer.
- Thank you.

Aunt Marion, you'll
miss your plane.

[ Bill ] No matter how
you slice it, Paul...

what you're saying is that we should
give up our leadership in electronics.

Bill, you're wrong. My report
points to the indisputable fact...

that Thorn Industries' main interest
is in energy and electronics.

What I'm maintaining is that
because of this bias...

we tend to ignore
what's going on here at

this plant, and we ignore
it at our own risk.

Our profitable future, aside from
energy, lies also in famine.

What? That statement is typical
of you. It's heartless and-.

True.

Not heartless, realistic.

Pasarian, hold it here.

Are these solutions designated?

No, not yet. Each tank has a
different fertilizer and pesticide.

They won't be designated until we pump
it into the experimental crop beds.

All right, let's go on.

[ Paul ] One person dies of
starvation every 8.6 seconds.

Seven every minute. Four hundred twenty
every hour. Ten thousand every day.

To feed these people, we
have to farm the ocean.

We have to develop new strains of high
yield, disease-resistant grain crops.

The oil countries didn't hesitate to
put their fingers on our jugular vein.

So, what's so
different about food?

If you've got a knife at your belly,
you'll keep your hands at your sides.

Why then call my
policy unethical?

It's callous and inhuman,
and in my opinion illegal.

What is inhuman or illegal
about feeding people?

- Telephone, Mr. Thorn.
- I'm not available.

It's an emergency, sir.

Bill's point is if we control
the food people eat...

it's tantamount to
making slaves of them.

- Ah, customers!
- But you want us to buy up their land.

That's right. Thorns already have
the hardware and knowledge...

that's easily adaptable
to the purpose of

large-scale and highly
sophisticated farming.

This together with the pesticides
and fertilizers we're producing...

give us the jump on any governmental
or corporate entity in the world.

If we control their land,
we make them tenants.

Bill, we make their
bellies full.

I have to agree with Paul.

I'll be right back.

Marion died in her sleep last
night, a coronary. I'm sorry.

I've got to go. I'll
talk to you later, Bill.

Paul, how about breakfast at
the office in the morning?

Certainly.

[ Bill ] Have they moved
into the apartment yet?

Today.

Winter is here again.

That's Damien's father
right there in the back.

My old man played on that
team too. That's him.

He was on the line, but
Robert Thorn was quarterback.

Even back then he was calling
the plays for everybody.

- You're next, Damien.
- Hey, Teddy.

Don't ever talk about my father
again. Do you understand?

- Can't you take a joke?
- Yeah.

What was that all about?

Your cousin really thinks
he's somebody, doesn't he?

My old man tells me the
Thorns make their own hats...

because the stores don't sell 'em
large enough for their big heads.

You're gonna regret that, Thorn.

Mathematics, good. Science, very
good. Military history, fair.

- Room for improvement.
- Yes, Sergeant.

Physical training is excellent. I
hear you're quite a football player.

Be proud of your
accomplishments.

Pride's all right when
there's reason to be proud.

Yes, Sergeant.

I'm here to teach you, but
also I'm here to help you.

Any problems, you come to me.

Don't be afraid. Day or night.

Any advice. You understand?

Whatever you say, Sergeant.

We're gonna get to
know each other.

I see you're an orphan.

That's something
we have in common.

Send Foster in.

What's the matter, Thorn, don't
you like it on your back?

Teddy.

Another Thorn.

Stop!

No! [ Grunting ]

What the hell are we
waiting for? Foster?

- Yes, sir.
- You two, you finished? Out!

What are you doing?
Polishing the floor?

What did you do to him?

I don't know.

Come on. Once around the field.
I'll give you a head start.

When do you plan to
open the exhibit?

A lot depends on when we get the
last of the crates from abroad.

- I'd say around Easter.
- Oh, good.

- Are you going to make Mark's birthday party?
- Mm-hmm.

You know I will. Will
the lake be frozen?

- Bring your skates.
- Great.

- [ Door Closes ]
- I've made a decision concerning your report.

- Let me ease your mind- - I've
come down on Bill Atherton's side.

Yes.

It might be premature for the company
to embark on such a radical program.

I wouldn't want to risk
defusing it before its time.

- We'll keep it on ice?
- Good.

Richard, if you think
I've gone too far...

if Bill's antagonism towards
me is going to continue...

maybe I should step down,
leave the company.

Forget it. Your time will come.

Looks like it might
rain, Murray.

- Could be, sir.
- Let's go.

Mr. Thorn! I'm sorry to shout at you
like that. L didn't want to miss you.

My name is Joan Hart. L believe
Charles Warren told you about me.

- Yes, he did.
- I must talk to you.

- I asked him to- - It's
absolutely freezing.

- Couldn't we possibly sit in your car?
- Miss Hart-.

- I know. You hardly ever talk to reporters.
- I'm on my way to the airport.

Two minutes, that's all. Please.

- L can't miss my plane.
- I'll come to the airport with you.

All right. Get in.

All right, Miss Hart, our time is
short. What would you like to know?

Did you ever meet the
archaeologist, Carl Bugenhagen?

No, I heard of him.

- He was also an exorcist. Did you know that?
- No.

His skeleton was found last week on your
dig at Hazor, close to Yigael's Wall.

Seven years after
his disappearance.

Another journalistic assumption.

The skeleton has not been
verified as that of Bugenhagen.

But it has! I've just
come from there.

Your brother met him.
Did you know that?

Where did you get
that information?

A photographer that I used to
work with went with your brother.

- He died there. He was decapitated.
- Murray, stop the car.

Your brother went to see Bugenhagen
the week before he died.

A few days later Bugenhagen
himself disappeared.

Please get out.

Do you know why your brother
went to see Bugenhagen?

Don't make me throw
you out, Miss Hart.

Please, you must listen. I've been
working on the story for years now!

I think I've pieced
it together. I never

believed in the prophecies
of the Bible before.

I was never religious! But
now- You are in grave danger!

Don't try to contact me again!

Put your strength in Christ!
Only he can protect you!

Oh, please, please! You
must listen to me!

Please, please! You
must listen to me!

Bugenhagen warned your
brother! Oh, God!

And just last week we finally
uncovered Yigael's Wall.

- Who is Yigael?
- Incredible person. Very mysterious.

We're not really sure. He was
a monk, he was an exorcist.

Apparently he lived
about the 13th century.

The story goes that Satan
appeared in person to Yigael...

who not unexpectedly,
went out of his mind.

He also went into hiding, obsessed
with painting what he had seen.

Incredible visions of the
Antichrist from birth to downfall.

But the reason why I don't want you
to say anything to Richard is...

- I want it to be a present.
- Good.

I've got a surprise for you too.

Your favourite piece.
So nobody misses it...

we're gonna put it right in
the middle of gallery four.

I think you should lean her up
against one of the back doors.

Charles.

- Joan, when did you get in?
- Last night.

Excuse me. This is Joan
Hart, the young lady-.

Who wanted to
interview my husband.

- Yes, I did interview him.
- You did what?

I couldn't take "no" for an answer.
It was too important to me.

You must be very persuasive.

He doesn't have a very high
opinion of reporters, does he?

Excuse me. I have a call.

Your husband is a little unfair on the
press. They were very kind to his brother.

Were they? I never
knew his brother.

That's right. You're Richard
Thorn's second wife.

Tell me about Damien.
What sort of a boy is he?

- Is he enjoying life at the Military Academy?
- Ann! Ann!

Don't say another word! Richard
is absolutely furious!

Charles, you are in
danger! All of you!

- What's got into you?
- I've seen Yigael's Wall.

- I don't care what you've seen.
- You must care! Damien-

[ Charles ] What about Damien?

I'm not sure yet.

What was that all about?

Which one is Damien Thorn?

He's the wide receiver
right over there.

[ Coach ] Take a break.

Who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will
be done on Earth as it is...

- [ Clunking Sound ]
- Oh, no. No. What?

Come on. Please. What is this?

- [ Sputtering Continues ]
- Please.

Oh, God.

Help me!

- Hey, Dad!
- Oh, oh!

This is not fair! Now
you're gonna get it.

[ All ] ♪ Happy
birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Mark ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪

Make a wish, and blow
out the candles.

[ Man ] Go ahead,
Mark. Blow them out.

All of them, Mark!

[ Man ] Hold it, Mark.

Cut the cake.

- Make a wish, Mark.
- He's already made one.

Ooh, there goes the lake.

Paul, I'm really
gratified to learn...

that you finally decided to shelve
your land acquisition project.

It may be in the best interest
of the company, Bill.

But I still don't understand
your vehement opposition.

Just because it's never been done
before doesn't make it illegal.

No, but is it ethical?

There we are. Take
a fork, darling.

All right. Thanks.

- How are things at the academy, Damien?
- Okay, Mr. Buher.

- And Sergeant Neff?
- Do you know him?

I've asked about him.

Just keeping an eye
on you, Damien.

By the way, do you know exactly
what I do for Thorn Industries?

Not really, sir.

You should. You should know
everything about the Thorn business.

- After all, it'll be yours one day.
- And Mark's.

And Mark's, of course.

Say, why don't you pay a
visit to the plant soon?

- Could I bring some friends from the academy?
- Of course.

May I have your attention?

Listen, everyone.

Before Mark opens his presents,
I have a surprise for you...

- so I want you to all follow me.
- [ Chattering ]

A boy's 13th birthday is
considered by many...

as the beginning of
puberty, of manhood.

Many cultures have initiation rites.
You'll be initiated too, Damien.

Yes. The time is
coming for you...

to put aside childish things
and face up to who you are.

A great moment, Damien. Surely
you must be feeling it.

I think so.

I'm not sure.

But I feel that some thing's
happening to me, is going to happen.

Suspicions of destiny.
We all have them.

Your uncle has, I'm sure, and
Bill Atherton... and myself.

A deep, wordless knowledge
that our time has come.

Damien, come on!
We got fireworks!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ -
[ Mark ] Whoa! Look at that!

♪ Happy birthday, dear Mark ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪♪

Hey, hey, hey! Hey! Hey!

[ Man ] Shoot!

I still can't stop.

A little girl was giving me
lessons, but she got disgusted.

What'll you have? Hot
dogs, hamburgers, ribs.

- You want some hot soup?
- Everything. I'm famished.

- Why don't you go to one of the warming tents?
- I will.

Charles, I heard about your
reporter friend. What's her name?

- Joan Hart.
- I'm so sorry.

Yes, it was so strange, to get hit
by a truck on a deserted highway.

I know.

- Here.
- Thank you.

[ Man ] Shoot.

Here it comes.

No.

Aaah! Aaah!

Bill!

- No! Get off the ice!
- Bill!

Bill, hold on!

- Who is that?
- Mr. Atherton!

Hold on, Bill!
Somebody get a pole!

Oh, God, he's gone!

- He's here!
- The currents got him!

- We've lost him!
- Spread out, everybody!

Anybody see him?

- Here he is!
- Come on, come on!

- Wait! He's gone! Dad, what'll we do?
- Here he is!

- Somebody get an ax!
- God!

[ Richard ] He's
caught in the current.

- Dad!
- How long can he stay under?

He's moving!

Stand back, everybody!

Mr. Thorn!

- Hurry!
- [ Gasping ]

Hold on! We'll get you!

Spread out! Everybody,
spread out!

Richard, I'm leaving soon.

Well, Paul, your time came
sooner than we expected.

You're going to be alone as the
new president for a while...

because Ann and I are
going to take a vacation.

Don't worry, Richard, I think
we've covered everything.

Thanks for staying around
the last few days.

I appreciate it.

- Good morning, Byron.
- You're on the news stands this morning.

- How 'bout it? Oh, you must've seen it.
- Yes.

- I think it's neat.
- Have you heard from Pasarian?

No. He seems to have
completely disappeared.

Oh, Richard wants to
see you right away.

- He's back from his vacation already?
- Yeah, he looks great too.

He needed it.

What the hell is
Pasarian doing in India?

I needed a second opinion on our proposed
land purchases there. Who better?

We're not buying already?

You agreed I could activate the
conclusions of my report in full.

That was a condition
of my acceptance.

But that doesn't exclude
me from making policy

decisions as far as the
company's concerned.

- You were on holiday.
- You could've reached me by phone!

Bill Atherton wouldn't have made those
decisions without informing me!

- I'm not Bill Atherton.
- I don't expect you to be.

But I do expect you to observe
the rules of company conduct.

I'll remember.

What did you want with Pasarian?

There's something wrong with the design
of his P-84 unit. Walker's agitated.

I know he's the voice of doom and
disaster, but this time he's got a point.

Leave it to me, Richard.

[ Teacher ] Understand that by this time
Napoleon thought he was invincible.

And this is where he made his big
mistake, for when he attacked...

the Russians skilfully retreated
into their own country.

They lured him on, and he reached
Moscow to find it in ruins.

Who laughed?

I did, sir.

You?

Come here.

With that piece of paper.

So we have an artist
in the class.

What's wrong, Thorn?
Am I boring you?

You, of course, know all
about Napoleon's campaigns?

Something about them, sir.

Do you now? How many men did he
lose on the march to Moscow?

450,000, sir.

The Russians played at surrender
until the winter set in...

and then he began his
disastrous retreat.

Despite Marshal Ney's
heroic rear-guard action...

the Grand Army was cut down from
600,000 to less than 50,000.

- Date.
- 1812.

He was deposed as
emperor in 1814.

- And then?
- After a brief exile in Elba, he returned to France...

and began the so-called "Hundred Days
War" until he was defeated at Waterloo.

- Date?
- 1815.

- Let's stick with dates. The emperor's death?
- 1821.

- Battle of the Nile?
- 1789.

- Trafalgar?
- 1805.

- Thirty Years War?
- Start or finish?

- Start.
- 1618.

- The Black Death?
- 1334.

- Abraham Lincoln's death?
- 1865.

- Charles I?
- 1649.

- Oliver Cromwell?
- 1658.

- Thomas More?
- 1535.

- Thomas à Becket?
- 1170.

- The Black Prince?
- 1376.

- Jean-Paul Marat?
- 1793.

- Danton's death?
- 1794.

- William McKinley?
- 1901.

- Death of Socrates?
- 399 B.C.

- Aristotle?
- 322 B.C.

- Alexander the Great?
- 323 B.C.

- U h, Sir Francis Drake?
- 1596.

- Julius Caesar?
- 44 B.C.

- Roosevelt?
- 1945.

- Richard I I I?
- [ Neff ] Thorn!

Come here.

Outside.

Copy the blackboard.

What were you trying
to do, Damien?

- What were you trying to do?
- I was just answering questions, Sergeant.

You were showing off.

No, I just knew all the answers.

Somehow I just knew them all.

- You mustn't attract attention.
- I wasn't trying to. I just-.

The day will come when everyone will know
who you are, but that day is not yet.

- What do you mean, who I am?
- Damien, there are things you don't understand.

Read your Bible. I n the New Testament
there's a Book of Revelation.

For you it is just that: A book of
revelation. For you, about you.

Read it. Thirteenth chapter.

Read, learn, understand.

But what am I supposed
to understand?

Who you are.

[ Damien's Voice ] "And all the
world wondered after the beast."

"And they worshipped the dragon
which gave power unto the beast.

"And they worshipped
the beast, saying...

"'Who is like unto the beast? Who
is able to make war with him?'

- "And I saw the beast."
- March!

And the kings of the Earth and
their armies gathered together

"to make war against him that sat on
the horse, and against his army."

"And through his policy also shall he
cause craft to prosper in his hand..."

"and he shall magnify
himself in his heart."

"And by peace, shall
destroy many."

"He shall also stand up against
the Prince of Princes."

"And he causeth all, both small
and great, rich and poor...

"free and bond to
receive a mark...

"in their right hand,
or in their foreheads.

"And that no man might buy or
sell save that he had the mark...

"or the name of the beast
or the number of his name.

"Here is wisdom.

"Let him that hath understanding
count the number of the beast...

for it is the number of a
man and his number is 666."

Right face!

What's wrong?

Why?

Why me?

Where did you go to?

Why aren't you speaking to me?

Damien, are you all right?

I'm okay now.

Go to sleep.

[ Woman On P.A. ] Flight 63 to New
York's John F. Kennedy Airport...

now loading at gate 37.

All passengers scheduled on Flight
59 to Houston, Fort Worth...

please check with
your airlines agent.

There will be an approximate
delay of one to two hours.

This is the Thorn residence.

No, Mr. Pasarian, he's
out for the moment.

Yes? Pasarian, where
the hell are you?

Uh-huh.

Listen. Listen, I think you'd
better get over here right away.

All right.

- Not in.
- Oh.

Why would Pasarian call me here?

Oh, well, I'll
call him tomorrow.

Hello.

When I telephoned him the next day,
they told me he was dead! Murdered!

- What?
- Strangled.

Wait. You're trying to tell me that
because he refused to sell to us...

he was killed and that he was
killed by one of our people?

- I'm almost sure of it.
- That's impossible.

Look, I was in eight provinces
evaluating land you want to buy...

and in three of them,
three killings!

- Who's responsible?
- No idea.

I'll look into it.

Shouldn't we tell M r. Thorn?

We'll have to. I'll talk to him.
By the way, he wants to see you.

- Oh? What for?
- The P-84's been acting up.

There's a report on your
desk. It's urgent you

take care of it. I don't
want to shut it down.

Yeah, I'll, uh- I'll
take care of it.

I hope we don't have some
overenthusiastic men in the field.

Come on, everybody. Let's go.

[ Damien ] All right, you guys,
how do you like it so far?

Oh!

This huge complex I'm about to
show you is run entirely...

by a three-man team at the
controls of this computer.

Mr. Thorn's office, please.

Hello. Is Mr. Thorn in
yet? It's Pasarian.

He still hasn't called?

I know, I know. Please,
keep trying. Thank you.

Have you got the
P-84 check list?

Put your hats on, please, gentlemen. Hats
on. Keep your glasses on at all times.

Put your hats on, and
your glasses. Thank you.

As you know, to make crops
grow faster and fatter...

you need more improved and powerful
fertilizers, pesticides as well.

[ Teddy ] Isn't there a
pesticide that works on sex?

That's right. Sex
attractants, pheromones...

are extracted from one
sex, put into traps...

to attract other insects of the
opposite sex and kill them.

Past policy has made
a forceful case...

for this company's continued
adherence to electronics, to energy.

But the future of Thorn Industries
lies not only in solar energy...

in shale oil and the
force of gravity.

Our profitable future,
gentlemen, is also in famine.

We now possess, potentially...

the most formidable force in the world
for large-scale agricultural endeavours.

However, we have to guard against
the indigenous populations...

ever thinking we are in the
business of exploitation.

We are not. I emphasize
that. We are there to help.

Yes, Jane?

Mr. Pasarian is
working on the P-84.

You asked me to let you
know when he got there.

Thank you. Gentlemen,
take a half hour break.

We are about to enter a highly
complex experimental area...

where the use of toxic
chemicals, we hope...

will one day feed
the world's hungry.

This is P-84. Proceed
with check on vat 29.

Start with 22-I.

Check.

93-D.

Check.

This is a 10-inch
valve, computerized.

Programmed to deliver precise
mixes of gases and solutions...

from storage vats
into the main plant.

However, at this time, this
is closed for repairs.

- [ Man Over Speaker ] Check.
- 14-S.

- Uh-oh.
- What's wrong?

Shut down P-84!

All right, everybody, back
the way we came! Hurry up!

- Shut down P-84!
- It won't shut off.

It has to.

Oh, my God!

I want a complete report
of what happened...

on my desk first thing in
the morning, understand?

[ Woman Over P.A. ] Dr. Zimmer,
please contact intensive care.

Dr. Zimmer, please
contact intensive care.

Mr. Thorn, they're
going to be all right.

We've checked every boy for lung
damage. There's not a sign of it.

They're going to be nauseous for a little
while, but there's no permanent damage.

I don't care what it
costs... I assure you,

Mr. Thorn, they'll
receive the best care.

There is one thing, though.

We've made every possible test of
blood damage, tissue damage...

and every boy was affected to some
degree, though as I said, not seriously.

- That is, every boy except your nephew Damien.
- Do you mean-.

No, no, Mr. Thorn, he
wasn't affected at all.

I'd like to keep Damien
here for a couple

of days to run some
routine tests on him.

You're gonna be all right.
There's just one thing, though.

The doctor would like to have
Damien stay for a few more days...

to run some additional tests.

I'm okay! Why do I have
to stay here if I'm okay?

- [ Ann ] Why do you have to do more tests?
- I don't wanna stay here.

Couldn't I bring him
back next week?

Your permission, Doctor?

That's fine.

Good. All right, you rest.
We'll collect you later.

Maybe go up to Lakeside, hmm?

Think the air would do you good?

[ Richard ] Be good now.

Jackal?

Hello, Ben? I need to see you
urgently. Can I come down?

No, no, there's something here
that I just don't understand.

[ Choir Whispering In Latin ] ♪
lesus Christus, lesus Christus ♪

Oh, my God, it's horrible.

We were just talking to him yesterday when
he wanted to do those tests on Damien.

What kind of tests were they?

I'm not sure. I don't
think he knew.

- Where are the boys?
- Still sleeping.

- Damien was not affected by the gas.
- Oh.

- We can be thankful for that.
- Why all the other boys and not Damien?

I don't understand. What
did the doctor say?

The tissue tests he made...

indicate that Damien has a
different cell structure.

Different? That's absurd.

Not to Dr. Kane. He was
quite concerned about it.

What does it mean?

I don't know.

Come on. Come on.

[ Woman On Screen ] Nicky, what you
done for yourself is good enough...

but what you done
forJim is a miracle!

Projectionist!

Drop dead!

♪ So if she's the one ♪

♪ Don't let her run away ♪

♪ She will come ♪ ♪

Mmm. At last, a happy
ending for a change.

- Boring.
- You're too young to be so cynical.

- Who wants a corn beef sandwich?
- One.

- Two.
- All right.

- [ Doorbell Rings ]
- I'll go.

- Hello, Damien.
- Dr. Warren.

Is Richard home?

Yes, he's in the family room.

[ Richard ] Charles, what a nice
surprise. Let me fix you a drink.

- Brandy?
- No.

Richard, I have to ask you
something very personal.

We're friends.

Can you tell me what actually
happened to your brother in London?

Why do you ask that?

I've just opened a leather box
that was sent from Israel.

It belonged to Bugenhagen. They
found it near his skeleton.

So?

Did you know it was Bugenhagen who gave
your brother the daggers to kill Damien?

What the hell are
you talking about?

- Seven years ago Bugenhagen wrote you a letter.
- I never got a letter.

It was never sent. It
was still in the box.

Richard, you know that
I'm a rational man, but

what I have to say to
you isn't rational.

Bugenhagen claims that
Damien... is the devil's son.

The beast foretold in
the Book of Revelation.

He isn't human. He was born of a
jackal. I know it sounds incredible.

- Why do you tell me this?
- Richard, your brother was convinced.

He went to Bugenhagen for help.
Bugenhagen told him how to kill the boy.

My brother was ill,
Charles. Mentally ill.

- And his wife was-
- Killed by Damien.

Five deaths, Richard. Five
unexplained horrible accidents.

- According to Bugenhagen- -
Who was obviously insane.

- I know how it sounds.
- And you believe it!

Read his letter yourself. I will not
read the ravings of a senile old man!

Richard, I knew Bugenhagen.
He wasn't senile.

If what he says is true, we are all in
great danger! You, Ann, Mark, all of us!

- Haven't you noticed anything suspicious?
- No.

- Something the boy has said or done?
- Nothing.

There have been deaths among us.
Joan Hart, Atherton, Pasarian.

Coincidental.

- What about Aunt Marion?
- Aunt Marion was an old lady.

- There's proof.
- What proof?

Yigael's Wall! Bugenhagen
saw it. He says that

that's the final thing
that convinced him.

That's enough, Charles! I don't wanna
hear any more of your religious ranting!

- The wall arrives in New York tomorrow.
- Then you go and look at it!

I will.

You can't believe this. Damien?

I didn't say I believe it. I just
told you what he said to me.

You're thinking of going to New
York. Doesn't that mean anything?

It's damn nonsense!

The only thing is that
Robert was shot in the

church while he was
trying to stab Damien.

He's gotten to you, hasn't he?

He's gotten his craziness.

I am not gonna let him poison
you. You're not going away.

Ann.

You're gonna forget that
you've ever spoken to him.

It's over! It's over! It
is a filthy, stupid story!

And it's over. Richard, stop
it. Stop it, please. God!

All right, all
right. I won't go.

You're not gonna treat
Damien any differently,

not gonna look at him,
talk to him differently.

- I won't. I promise.
- Give me your word.

I promise.

Look, we can both
use some air...

so why don't you get into some clothes
and we'll go out and hunt up the kids.

Mark?

I know you're there.

Why are you running
away from me, Mark?

- I know who you are.
- You do?

- Dr. Warren knows. I overheard him talking to Dad.
- What did he say?

He said the devil could
create his image on Earth.

The devil?

What else did he say?

Say it, Mark.

He said you're the beast!

Come on! What are
you talking about?

I've seen what you can do!
Your father tried to kill you!

They say he was crazy, but
it was because he knew!

I love you, Mark!
You're like my brother.

- No! No!
- You are my brother.

And you mean more to me than-.

The beast has no brother!
Don't call me your brother!

Listen to me, Mark!

Admit it! You
killed your mother!

No! She wasn't my
mother. I was adopted.

A jackal! You were
born of a jackal!

Yes. Born in the image of the
greatest power in the world!

The Desolate One.

Desolate because his greatness was
taken from him and he was cast down.

But he has risen, Mark, in me!

Come with me, Mark.

I can take you with me.

No.

- Don't make me beg you, Mark.
- No, Damien.

Mark?

Look at me, Mark.

I'll ask you once more.
Please come with me.

Mark.

Oh, Mark.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

We were walking and he fell.

- He fell.
- Get back to the house.

I didn't do anything!

He just fell. I
didn't do anything!

[ Minister ] All that the Father
giveth to me shall come to me.

And him that cometh to me, I
will in no wise cast out.

He that raised up Jesus from the
dead will also give life...

to our mortal bodies by his
spirit that dwelleth in us.

In sure and certain hope
of the resurrection...

to eternal life through
our Lord, Jesus Christ.

We commend to almighty
God, our brother, Mark.

And we commit him to the ground.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes...

dust to dust.

Let us pray.

Merciful God, Father of
our Lord Jesus Christ...

who is the resurrection
and the life.

[ Richard's Voice ] How could it be,
Doctor? There would've been some sign.

You've examined him a
dozen times yourself.

[ Doctor's Voice ] I've seen
it happen before, I'm afraid.

A perfectly normal boy or man,
seemingly healthy in all respects...

but waiting in his brain a thin
artery wall, the wall collapses.

[ Ann's Voice ] And-And it was
there from the time he was born?

[ Doctor's Voice ] More than
likely. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

I don't want to go,
Ann, I have to.

Why can't you phone him? Why do you
have to go all the way to New York?

Because I've heard
that he's in trouble.

- Look, he needs me!
- I need you.

I'll be back as
soon as possible.

- Reverend Weston?
- Yes. May I help you?

- I'm Richard Thorn.
- Mr. Thorn, I'm so glad you could come.

- Come this way, please.
- I want to thank you for calling me.

Can you tell me what's
wrong with him?

He refuses to speak to me.

All I can tell you is that
he's absolutely terrified.

Who is it?

Mr. Thorn is here.

- Richard?
- It's me, Charles.

I came as quickly as I...

I saw the wall. It's
true. It's all true.

The beast is with us. I've
seen the wall. It's horrible!

- It drove Joan Hart mad.
Bugenhagen- - Where is it?

- It's already been loaded. I saw Damien's face!
- Where is it?

Come on, Charles.

I can't go back in there. I'm
so frightened. Please hurry.

Please hurry!

Please?

No! No! No!

[ Officer ] And now on
this graduation day...

it gives me great pleasure
to honour those cadets...

who have excelled in
individual achievement.

The highest honor, the
Officer's Saber...

is awarded each year to that
cadet who best exemplifies...

the character and
spirit of the academy.

This year's recipient is
Cadet Sergeant Damien Thorn.

Congratulations, Damien.

Davidson Military Academy...

is now proud to promote the following
cadets to the grades as indicated.

I have to go. Richard will be
at the airport in half an hour.

Will you be coming back for
the cotillion? I'll try.

Michael Fennig, promoted
to second lieutenant.

John Hickox, promoted
to second lieutenant.

- Where's Damien?
- He's at the cotillion, sir.

Get him and bring him to
the museum immediately.

Why?

- What about you, sir?
- We'll take a cab.

[ Ann ] Why do you want Damien?

You can't! You can't
make me believe it.

How you doing?

- You can't make me believe it.
- You've got to believe it.

- He killed Mark. He killed Atherton and Pasarian.
- What are you talking about?

And he'll keep on killing. He'll kill
anyone he thinks is threatening him!

How? How did he kill them?
Did he make the ice crack?

Not himself.

Did he pull the gas
pipe apart? Did he?

Excuse me, I have to go.

[ Girl ] Oh.

There are others. Surrounding him,
helping him, keeping him safe.

Richard, listen to yourself.
Listen to how crazy you sound.

Others! Devils! A conspiracy
of devils? Richard, please!

Ann, I saw Charles killed! I
saw Damien's face on the wall!

What are you going
to do? Richard?

What are you doing?

The daggers have to
be here somewhere.

What do you want them for?

- No. No!
- He's not human!

He's your brother's son. He's a
boy you've loved for seven years!

The boy has got to die!

Richard! For me, Richard, don't.

Ann, what are you doing?
Get away from that drawer!

[ Ann ] What you want to do
is crazy. I can't let you!

Ann!

You're obsessed with Damien.
It's making you sick.

Give me the daggers.

- There are your daggers!
- Ann?

I've always belonged to him.

Damien!