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- Michael. - Carl.

Michael, have you seen this?

- 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 of Yigael's Satan as a child is the same.

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

Damien Thorn is the Antichrist.

- Ah, Carl... - Michael, you must believe me!

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 this sermon, but what possible facts...

His own father knew.

Aweek ago, he tried to destroy him.

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

I gave him the daggers myself.

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

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

- Well, what is it? - A letter inside explains everything.

- Carl, you can hardly expect... - 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.

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.

- Is there another way out? - No.

Carl...

The Antichrist is with us.

Carl! We've got to get out. Carl! Come on, help me. Carl, help me, will you?

Carl!

- Help! - Michael!

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."

- Damien. - I'm coming.

- See you next summer, Jim. - Say bye to your cousin.

- I will. Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

- Come on. - Coming.

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

- Bye, Aunt Marion. 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 to say goodbye on your own initiative.

I didn't know you were here. But I was going to.

Were you really?

Goodbye, 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 emergency.

Hold it! Did you say goodbye to Aunt Marion?

I did.

Aunt Marion?

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

- You should have come to my room to 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. Goodbye.

Just a second.

Goodbye, 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, generally ruin our weekend.

At least we don't have to have dinner with her. God! And what's that smell?

Lavender, you fool! All old ladies douse themselves in it. I don't know why.

- Now, boys. Just because she's getting on... - On our nerves.

Now, come on. Murray's right. Let's hear it forAunt Marion.

Hooray.

Murray, give us a cigarette.

- You know the answer to that one. - You don't ask, you never know.

- Have you met your new platoon leader? - Neff?

Neff for "neffer mind".

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, cos I've practiced. - God.

- Would you like some cream, Aunt Marion? - You've asked me that six times.

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 dinner,

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

I own 27 per cent 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 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 $100 million.

I shouldn't be here...

You're here, Dr Warren, because you're curator of the Thorn Museum.

And I also own 27 per cent of that.

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

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. Ann, please.

Marion, just what the hell is this about?

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

- Damien's a terrible influence, can't you see? - What?

That's it. As far as I'm concerned, 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? Tell the truth.

- Marion, he was ill. - You don't have to explain anything to her.

If you don't separate them, I'll leave everything I own to charity.

I don't care what you do with the money.

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 she's not well.

No, that's... that's all right. I understand.

- I should have noticed before dinner that... - Richard, I assure you, think nothing of it.

I'll go set up the slides.

I want her out in the morning. I don't want her in this house.

- The poor woman is senile. - That "poor woman" is dangerous.

She pollutes the air with her craziness.

The boys can't stand to be in a room with her.

All right, she goes first thing in the morning.

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

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

She starts something in you.

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

Come on. Let's join Charles.

Many of these things have already been sent.

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

Ah. I thought that would interest you.

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

The Whore of Babylon?

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

She represents Rome. "The ten horns of the beast are ten 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.

The Book of Revelation says the ten kings

"shall hate the whore, and make her desolate and naked,

shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire."

That's not very nice.

Who's the young lady?

Her name is Joan Hart. She's a friend of mine - a journalist.

She's doing a biography of Bugenhagen, the archaeologist who worked in the area.

- I've heard of him. - She's coming to Chicago, Richard.

- She wants to interview you. - What for?

Background of the exhibit, patrons of archaeological digs.

- I'm not very happy about giving interviews. - I know.

- Of any kind. - I know.

Ready! Halt!

Present... arms!

- That must be him. - He looks OK.

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 am 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 newjob.

And the only way that 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 has strong connections with this place, hasn't it?

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

Good. But understand 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?

- Morning, Bill. - Well. Richard.

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

I'm the first to admit that Paul's difficult to get on with,

but it took us 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.

Are you worried it could get us in trouble with the Justice Department?

Well, 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, Mrs. Thorn. I knocked, but she didn't answer.

Thank you.

Aunt Marion?

You'll miss your plane.

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

You're wrong. My report says Thorn industries' main interest

is in energy and electronics.

Because of this bias, we ignore what's going on here at this plant.

We ignore it at our own risk. Our profitable future, aside from energy, lies also in famine.

What? That statement is typical of you, Paul. it's heartless and...

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.

One person dies of starvation every 8.6 seconds.

Seven every minute. 420 every hour. 1 0,000 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 squeeze ourjugular vein.

So, what's so different about food?

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

Why, then, call my policy unethical?

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

What is inhuman about feeding people?

- Telephone, Mr. Thorn. - I'm busy.

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.

Thorn's have the hardware and knowledge

that's easily adaptable to the purpose of large-scale farming.

This, with the pesticides and fertilizers we produce,

gives us the jump on any 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 in the morning? - Certainly.

- Have they moved in to 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 all the plays.

- 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.

My old man tells me the Thorns make their own hats

because they 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 OK when there's a 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? Don't you like it on your back?

Teddy.

Another Thorn.

- 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.

Come on.

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. - Good.

Are you going to make Mark's birthday party?

- You know I will. Will the lake be frozen? - Bring your skates.

- I've made a decision about your report. - Let me...

I've come down on Bill Atherton's side.

Yes...

it might be premature to embark on such a radical program.

I wouldn't wanna risk diffusing it before it's 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.

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 - I didn't want to miss you.

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

- He did. - I must talk to you.

- Well, I asked him to... - it's freezing. Couldn't we sit in your car?

- Well... - I know you don't talk to reporters...

- I'm going to the airport. - Two minutes.

- Well... - Please?

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

All right, get in.

All right, Miss Hart. Our time is short, so 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.

Ajournalistic assumption. The skeleton has not been verified as that of Bugenhagen.

Oh, 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. A few days later, Bugenhagen disappeared.

- Get out. - Do you know why he went to see him?

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

You must listen to me. 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.

But now... you are in grave danger.

- Don't try to contact me again. - Put your strength in Christ.

Only he can protect you.

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. He lived about the 1 3th 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 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 favorite piece. 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, Ann. This is Joan Hart, who...

- Who wanted to interview Richard. - I did interview him.

- You did what? - I couldn't take no for an answer.

- it was too important. - You must be very persuasive.

He doesn't have a very high opinion of reporters.

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.

- Don't say a word. Richard is 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. Damien...

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.

Now take a break.

..which art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth...

No. No. What...?

Come on. Please... What is this?

Please.

Oh, God.

Help me!

Hey, Dad.

That's not fair. Now you're gonna get it.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Mark

Happy birthday to you

- Make a wish and blow out the candles. - Go ahead, Mark. Blow them out.

All of them, Mark.

Hold it, Mark.

Cut the cake.

- Make a wish. - He's made one.

There goes the lake.

Oh, Paul. I'm really gratified to learn

that you decided to shelve your land acquisition project.

Well... it may be in the best interests of the company, Bill.

But I still don't understand your opposition.

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

No.

But is it ethical?

- There we are. - Thank you.

- Take a fork, darling. - All right.

Thanks.

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

And Sergeant Neff?

- Do you know him? - I've asked about him.

Just keeping an eye on you, Damien.

Do you know exactly what I do for Thorn industries?

- Not really, sir. - Well, you should.

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

A boy's 1 3th 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 something'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.

Hey, Damien, come on. We got fireworks.

Happy birthday to you

- Happy birthday to you - Oh, look at that.

Happy birthday, dear Mark

Happy birthday to you

Shoot!

- Charles. - I still can't stop.

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

What'll you have?

- Hot dogs, hamburgers, ribs? - Everything. I'm famished.

- Why don't you go to a warming tent? - 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.

Shoot!

No.

- Bill! - Dad!

- Bill! - Stay off the ice!

Hold on!

- Who is that? - Mr. Atherton.

Hold on, Bill! Somebody get a pole.

Oh, God! He's gone.

- He's here. - The current's got him.

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

- Can anybody see him? - Here he is!

Come on! Come on! He's gone.

- Dad, what do we do? - Here he is!

- Somebody get an axe! - God.

He's caught in the current.

- Dad. - How long can he stay under?

He's moving.

Stand back, everybody.

Mr. Thorn.

Hurry.

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.

- Morning, Byron. - You're on the newsstands this morning!

You must've seen it already. I think it's neat.

- Have you heard from Pasarian? - No. He seems to have disappeared.

- Richard wants to see you. - He's back from his vacation?

- 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.

We're not buying already?

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

That doesn't exclude me from making policy decisions as far as the company's concerned.

- You were on holiday. - You could have reached me by phone.

Bill Atherton wouldn't have made those decisions.

- 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 has a point.

Leave it to me, Richard.

By this time, Napoleon thought he was invincible,

and this is where he made his big mistake.

When he attacked, the Russians skillfully 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 in Russia? - 450,000, sir.

The Russians played at surrender until winter,

and then he began his disastrous retreat.

Despite Marshal Ney's heroic rearguard action,

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

- Date? - 1 812. He was deposed as emperor in 1 814.

- And then? - After a brief exile in Elba,

he went to France and began the Hundred Days' War, until he was defeated at Waterloo.

- A date? - 1 81 5.

- Let's stick with dates. The emperor's death? - 1 821 .

- Battle of the Nile? - 1789.

- Trafalgar? - 1 805.

- Thirty Years' War? - Start or finish?

- Start. - 161 8.

- The Black... Death? - 1 334.

- Abraham Lincoln's death? - 1 865.

- Charles I? - 1649.

- Oliver Cromwell? - 1658.

- Thomas More? - 1 535.

- Thomas a Becket? - 1170.

- The Black Prince? - 1 376.

- Jean Paul Marat? - 1793.

- Danton's death? - 1794.

- William McKinley? - 1 901 .

- The death of Socrates? - 399 BC.

- Aristotle? - 322 BC.

- Alexander the Great? - 323 BC.

- Sir Francis Drake? - 1 596.

- Julius Caesar? - 44 BC.

- Roosevelt? - 1 945.

- Richard ill? - 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 felt...

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

- What do you mean? - There are things you don't understand.

Read your Bible. In the New Testament, there is a Book of Revelation.

For you, it is just that - a book of revelation.

For you. About you.

Read it. 1 3th chapter.

Read. Learn. Understand.

What am I supposed to understand?

Who you are.

"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, 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 six hundred and sixty-six."

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 OK now.

Go to sleep.

Flight 63 to New York's John F Kennedy airport - now loading at gate 37.

All passengers scheduled on flight59 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.

Yes?

Pasarian! Where the hell are you?

Listen...

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

All right.

Not in.

Why would Pasarian call me here?

Oh, well. I'll call him tomorrow.

Hello.

And when I telephoned him the next day, they told me he was dead. Murdered.

- What? - Strangled.

Are you telling me that because he refused to sell to us, he was killed by one of our people?

- I'm almost sure of it. - Impossible.

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

and in three of them, three killings.

- Who's responsible? - I've no idea.

- I'll look into it. - Shouldn't we tell Mr. Thorn?

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

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

There's a report on your desk. Take care of it tomorrow. I don't want to shut it down.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

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

Come on, everybody. Let's go.

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

This huge complex I'm about to show you is run entirely by three men and 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.

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

Now, as you know, to make crops grow faster and fatter,

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

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 Thorn'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 endeavors.

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's working on the P-84.

- You wanted to know when he got there. - Thank you.

Gentlemen, take a half-hour break.

We are now 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-L.

Check.

93-D.

Check.

Now this is a ten-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.

Check.

14-S.

- Uh-oh! - What's wrong?

¡Apague el P-84!

De acuerdo, todos, de regreso por donde vinimos.

- ¡Apague el P-84! - no se apagará.

tiene que.

Oh Dios mío.

Quiero un informe completo de lo que pasó a primera hora de la mañana. ¿Comprender?

Sr. Thorn. Estarán bien.

Revisamos a todos los niños en busca de daño pulmonar. No hay ninguno.

Sienten náuseas, pero no hay daño permanente.

- Doctor, no me importa lo que cueste ... - Le aseguro que recibirán la mejor atención.

Ahora bien, hay una cosa.

Hemos realizado todas las pruebas posibles de daño sanguíneo, daño tisular,

y todos los niños se vieron afectados hasta cierto punto, aunque no gravemente.

Es decir, todos los chicos excepto tu sobrino Damien.

- Quiere decir que ... - No, no, no, Sr. Thorn.

No se vio afectado en absoluto.

Me gustaría tener a Damien aquí un par de días, para hacer algunas pruebas.

Vas a estar bien. Solo hay una cosa.

Al médico le gustaría que Damien se quedara unos días para hacerle algunas pruebas.

Estoy bien.

¿Por qué tengo que quedarme aquí si estoy bien?

- ¿Por qué hacer más pruebas? - No quiero quedarme aquí.

¿No podría traerlo de vuelta la semana que viene?

¿Su permiso, doctor?

- Esta bien. - Bien.

Descansas. Te recogeremos más tarde.

Quizás suba a Lakeside.

¿Crees que el aire te vendría bien?

Sé bueno ahora.

¿Chacal?

¿Hola Ben?

Necesito verte urgentemente. ¿Puedo bajar?

No no. Hay algo aquí que simplemente no entiendo.

Oh Dios mío. es horrible.

Ayer estuvimos hablando con él, cuando quería hacerle esas pruebas a Damien.

¿Qué tipo de pruebas fueron?

No estoy seguro. No creo que lo supiera.

- ¿Dónde están los chicos? - TOdavia durmiendo.

Damien no se vio afectado por el gas.

- Podemos estar agradecidos por eso. - ¿Por qué todos los demás chicos y no Damien?

No entiendo.

¿Qué dijo el doctor?

Las pruebas de tejido que hizo ... indican que Damien tiene una estructura celular diferente.

¿Diferente? Eso es absurdo.

No al Dr. Kane.

- Estaba bastante preocupado por eso. - Bueno, ¿qué significa?

No lo sé.

Nicky, lo que hiciste por ti mismo es suficientemente bueno, pero ...

lo que hiciste por Jerry es un milagro.

- Proyeccionista. - Caer muerto.

Por fin, un final feliz para variar.

- fue aburrido. - Eres demasiado joven para ser tan cínico.

- ¿Quién quiere un sándwich de carne en conserva? - Uno.

- Dos. - Está bien.

Iré.

- Hola, Damien. - Dr. Warren.

¿Está Richard en casa?

Si. Está en la sala de estar.

Charles. Qué linda sorpresa. Déjame prepararte una bebida.

- ¿Brandy? - No.

Richard, tengo que preguntarte algo muy personal.

- Somos amigos. - ¿Qué le pasó a tu hermano en Londres?

- ¿Por qué preguntas eso? - Abrí una caja que fue enviada desde Israel.

pertenecía a Bugenhagen.

¿Asi que?

¿Sabías que Bugenhagen le dio a tu hermano las dagas para matar a Damien?

- ¿De qué diablos estás hablando? - Hace años, Bugenhagen le escribió una carta.

- Nunca recibí una carta. - nunca fue enviado. todavía estaba en la caja.

Richard ... sabes que soy un hombre racional, pero lo que tengo que decirte no es racional.

Bugenhagen afirma que Damien ... es el hijo del diablo:

la bestia predicha en el libro de Apocalipsis.

No es un humano. Nació de un chacal.

- Sé que suena increíble. - ¿Por qué me dices esto?

Tu hermano estaba convencido. Fue a Bugenhagen en busca de ayuda.

- Bugenhagen le dijo cómo matar al niño. - Mi hermano estaba enfermo mental. Su esposa era ...

Fue asesinado por Damien. Cinco muertes, Richard, cinco accidentes horribles e inexplicables.

- Según Bugenhagen ... - Que estaba loco. Y lo cree.

- Lea su carta usted mismo. - No leeré los desvaríos de un anciano senil.

Conocí a Bugenhagen. No estaba senil. Si lo que dice es cierto, todos corremos un gran peligro.

Tú, Ann, Mark, todos nosotros. ¿Has notado algo sospechoso?

- No. - ¿Algo que ha dicho?

- Nada. - Ha habido muertes entre nosotros.

Joan, Bill, Pasarian...

- Coincidente. - ¿Y la tía Marion? Hay pruebas.

- ¿Qué prueba? - Muro de Yigael. Bugenhagen lo vio.

- es lo que lo convenció. - ¡Suficiente! No quiero escuchar más.

- El muro llega mañana a Nueva York. - Entonces ve y míralo.

Voy a.

¿No puedes creer esto? Damien?

No dije que lo creyera. Te acabo de decir lo que dijo.

- Bueno, estás pensando en ir a Nueva York ... - Es ... es una maldita tontería.

Lo único es que a Robert le dispararon en la iglesia mientras intentaba apuñalar a Damien.

Te ha llegado, ¿no?

Te ha metido su locura.

No dejaré que te envenene. No te vas a ir.

- Ann ... - Olvida que alguna vez hablaste con él.

se acabó. se acabó. es una historia asquerosa y estúpida, y se acabó.

- Richard, detente. Para. Por favor Dios. - Bien, bien. Yo no iré

¿No vas a tratar a Damien de manera diferente?

- No lo haré, lo prometo. - Dame tu palabra.

Lo prometo.

Mira, a los dos nos vendría bien un poco de aire

así que, ¿por qué no te pones algo de ropa y salimos a cazar a los niños?

¿Marcos?

Sé que estás ahí.

¿Por qué huyes de mí, Mark?

Se quien eres.

- ¿Tú haces? - El Dr. Warren lo sabe.

- Lo escuché hablando con papá. - Bueno, ¿qué dijo?

Dijo que ... el diablo podría crear su imagen en la tierra.

¿El diablo?

Que mas dijo el?

Dilo, Mark.

- Dijo que eres la bestia. - Vamos. ¿De qué estás hablando?

Tu padre intentó matarte.

Dicen que estaba loco, pero fue porque sabía.

Te amo, Mark. Eres como mi hermano.

- ¡No! ¡No! - Tú eres mi hermano.

- Significas más para mí ... - ¡La bestia no tiene hermano! ¡No me llames así!

- Escúchame, Mark ... - Admítelo. Mataste a tu madre.

No. Ella no era mi madre. Fui adoptado.

Un chacal. Naciste de un chacal.

Si.

Nacido a imagen de la mayor potencia del mundo.

El desolado.

Desolado porque su grandeza le fue quitada y fue abatido.

Pero ha resucitado, Mark. En mi.

Ven conmigo, Mark.

Puedo llevarte conmigo.

No.

No me hagas rogarte, Mark.

No, Damien.

¿Marcos?

Mírame, Mark.

Te lo preguntaré una vez más.

Por favor, ven conmigo.

Marcos...

Oh, Mark ...

- ¿Qué pasó? - No lo sé.

Caminábamos ... y se cayó.

- Se cayó. - Vuelve a la casa.

Yo no hice nada.

Simplemente se cayó. Yo no hice nada.

Todo lo que el Padre me dio, vendrá a mí.

Y al que a mí viene, no le echo fuera.

El que resucitó a Jesús de entre los muertos , también dará vida a nuestros cuerpos mortales.

por su espíritu que habitaba en nosotros.

En la esperanza segura y certera de la Resurrección a la vida eterna

por nuestro Señor Jesucristo,

encomendamos al Dios Todopoderoso nuestro hermano Marcos.

Y lo tiramos al suelo.

Tierra a tierra

cenizas a las cenizas,

polvo a polvo.

Dejanos rezar.

Dios misericordioso, Padre de Nuestro Señor Jesucristo, que es la Resurrección y la vida ...

¿Cómo podría ser, doctor? Habría habido alguna señal.

Lo ha examinado usted mismo una docena de veces.

Lo he visto suceder antes, me temo.

Un niño o un hombre perfectamente normal, aparentemente sano en todos los aspectos.

Pero esperando en su cerebro, una delgada pared arterial. El muro se derrumba ...

Y ... ¿y estuvo ahí desde que nació?

Más que probable.

Lo siento. Lo siento mucho.

No quiero ir, Ann. Tengo que.

¿Por qué no puedes llamarlo? ¿Por qué tienes que ir hasta Nueva York?

Porque escuché que está en problemas.

- Mira, me necesita. - Te necesito.

Regresaré lo antes posible.

- ¿Reverendo Weston? - Sí. ¿Puedo ayudarlo?

- Soy Richard Thorn. - Sr. Thorn, me alegro de que pudiera venir.

- Ven por aquí, por favor. - Quiero agradecerte por llamarme.

¿Puedes decirme qué le pasa?

Se niega a hablar conmigo.

Todo lo que puedo decirte es que está absolutamente aterrorizado.

- ¿Quién es? - El Sr. Thorn está aquí.

- ¿Ricardo? - Soy yo, Charles.

Vine tan rápido como yo ...

- Vi la pared. todo es verdad. - Ahora escucha...

La bestia está con nosotros. Vi la pared. enloqueció a Joan Hart, Bugenhagen ...

- ¿Dónde está? - Vi la cara de Damien.

¿Dónde está?

Vamos.

No puedo volver allí. Estoy tan asustado. Por favor, apúrate.

Por favor, apúrate.

Por favor...

No!

Y ahora, en este día de graduación, me da un gran placer

para honrar a los cadetes que se han destacado en logros individuales.

El honor más alto, el sable del oficial, se otorga cada año.

al cadete que mejor ejemplifica el carácter y el espíritu de la academia.

El ganador de este año es el sargento cadete Damien Thorn.

Felicitaciones, Damien.

La Academia Militar de Davidson ahora se enorgullece de promover a los siguientes cadetes

a los grados como se indica.

Tengo que ir. Richard estará en el aeropuerto pronto.

¿Volverás por el cotillón?

Lo intentaremos.

Michael Fennig ... ascendido a segundo teniente.

John Hickox ... ascendido a segundo teniente.

- ¿Dónde está Damien? - En el cotillón, señor.

- Consíguelo y tráelo al museo. - ¿Qué hay de usted señor?

- Tomaremos un taxi. - ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué quieres a Damien?

No puedes ... no puedes hacerme creerlo.

- No puedes hacerme creerlo. - Tienes que.

- Mató a Mark, Atherton y Pasarian. - ¿Qué?

Matará a cualquiera que crea que lo está amenazando.

- ¿Cómo? ¿Hizo que el hielo se rompiera? - No él mismo.

¿Él ... Él abrió la tubería de gas? ¿Él hizo?

Discúlpame. Tengo que ir.

Hay otros. Rodeándolo, ayudándolo, manteniéndolo a salvo.

Richard, escúchate a ti mismo. Escucha. Escuche lo loco que suena.

Otros. Diablos? ¿Una conspiración de demonios? Richard, por favor.

Ann, vi matar a Charles. Vi el rostro de Damien en la pared.

¿Qué vas a hacer? Ricardo.

¿Qué estás haciendo?

Las dagas tienen que estar aquí en alguna parte.

¿Para qué los quieres?

No. No.

- No es humano. - Es un chico al que has amado durante siete años.

El chico tiene que morir.

Richard ... Para mí, Richard, no lo hagas.

Ann, ¿qué estás haciendo? Aléjate de ese cajón.

Lo que quieres hacer es una locura. No puedo dejarte, Richard.

¡Ana!

Estás obsesionado con Damien. te está enfermando.

Dame las dagas.

- Están tus dagas. - Ana...

Siempre le he pertenecido.