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(drumroll)

(fanfare playing)

(music ends)

(low rumbling)

(eerie music playing)

(clattering)

(whirring)

(ominous music playing)

(dramatic music playing)

(knocking)

(speaking in Italian)

(speaking in Italian)

(speaking in Italian)

(man speaking in Italian)

(slide projector clicking)

(speaking in Italian continues)

(projector clicking)

(speaking in Italian continues)

(projector clicking)

(speaking in Italian continues)

(projector clicking rapidly)

(all murmuring)

(speaking in Italian)

(speaking in Italian)

(sirens wailing)

Tom, it's Robert.

I need you to fill in for me.

Kate's gone into labor,

and apparently, there are complications.

- Uh, signore... - (speaking in Italian)

Mr. Thorn.

Is she all right?

She's resting.

And the child?

The child is dead.

She does not know.

(sighs)

It was...

everything to her.

A child.

Mr. Thorn, your wife, there was damage to the womb.

She might not be able to...

She might not be able to what?

(stifled sob)

Oh... God.

(exhales sharply)

(crying and sniffling)

You love her very much.

Then you must accept God's plan.

PRIEST: He's quite beautiful.

And I knew the mother well.

Healthy in every way.

ROBERT: And the family?

PRIEST: No family.

The mother died, as your own child,

in the same hour.

And our child?

May I see the... body?

What's to be gained?

Give your love to the living.

For the sake of your wife, Mr. Thorn.

God will forgive this little deception.

And for the sake of this child.

On this night, Mr. Thorn,

God has given you a son.

Hi.

Hi.

Who's that?

That's our son.

(baby cooing)

He's perfect.

(baby whimpering)

Hey.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(warm, gentle theme playing)

No, it's good. It really is.

KATE: What is it?

- (laughing) - (mock gasping)

(cheering)

(indistinct)

Two... three!

(phone ringing)

(woman speaking in Italian over P.A. system)

(in English) Mr. and Mrs. Padretti...

Thank you so much.

Whew!

(speaking indistinctly)

Hi, Mike.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Thorn.

How's young Damien there?

Oh, he's fine.

Is my husband around?

Yes, ma'am. He's expecting you.

(phones ringing)

- Mr. Ambassador. - Charlie.

KATE: Hi, Steven.

Hi, Kathy, it's great to see you.

Good to see you, too.

Listen, I've got to run.

I'm gonna let Robert tell you the good news.

- Okay, bye. - Bye, Kathy.

What good news?

How was your Italian lesson?

(speaking in Italian)

Oh, that's very good.

I'll have to remember that

the next time my watch gets stolen on a sailing trip.

All right. I'm on Book One.

Well...

the good news is that you might not have to open Book Two.

(speaking in Italian)

Steven's been made ambassador to Great Britain.

Wow.

That's great.

We're going with him, Kate.

He's made me Deputy.

Oh, my God.

Robert... London!

That's... that's wonderful.

ROBERT: I'm number two now.

I couldn't wait to tell you.

It's gonna be great, Kate.

(horns honking)

(people arguing in Italian)

(jackhammer pounding)

(sighs)

What's going on up there?

Traffic.

(clattering and rattling)

(suspenseful theme playing)

(rattling)

(gasping)

(screaming)

(gasping)

(gagging)

(struggling)

(screaming)

(deep, eerie growling)

(speaking indistinctly on radio)

KATHY: Well, do you like it?

It's big.

KATHY: Big. Bad big?

Uh... big, big.

It reminds me of Steven's place in Italy.

ROBERT: What's that mean?

KATE: Nothing.

I thought you would like it.

ROBERT: Sorry.

Sometimes it feels as if I'm stepping over Steven's corpse.

Hey...

you got this job because you earned it.

Oh, really?

Nothing to do with the fact that I'm the President's godson?

Two Senators and the President's sister wanted that job,

but he gave it to you.

What does that tell you?

That I love you.

- So we'll take it. - Do I have a choice?

- No. - Didn't think so.

It is big.

Little bit.

Oh, he got it. The big one got it.

(cell phone ringing)

Hello.

Hello?

(wind whistling)

Damien?

Damien!

Damien!

(birds screeching)

No.

(gurgling)

Damien.

Damien!

Boo!

Oh...

Don't... Don't ever do that again.

Did I scare you, Mommy?

I didn't mean to.

I know.

I know. I'm sorry.

I was just worried about you.

(sighing)

(children shouting and laughing)

- KATE: Ready? - ROBERT: Three, two...

KATE: Come on, Damien, big breath.

- One! - (blowing)

(cheering)

Great.

(shutter clicking rapidly)

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

I can take him.

Oh, okay.

Thanks.

(panting)

(growls)

(eerie, suspenseful theme playing)

(wind whistling)

WOMAN: Damien!

Damien!

Look at me, Damien!

It's all for you, Damien.

It's all for you.

(gasping)

(snapping)

(gasps)

(glass shattering)

(gasps)

(screams)

(all screaming)

It's okay, pal.

It's okay.

(screaming continues)

(birds cawing)

(people speaking indistinctly)

Here he is!

(sirens approaching)

(sirens wailing)

(sighing)

(shouting indistinctly)

Have you read the papers today, Mr. Thorn?

No, I'm afraid I haven't.

There's an article about the suicide.

I'm here to welcome the Saudi ambassador who...

Was she on drugs, Ambassador?

You'll excuse me.

Do you think the suicide will affect your performance as an ambassador, Mr. Thorn?

Gentlemen, this way, please.

(grunting)

It's all right. It's all right.

You okay?

(camera shutters clicking)

(clamoring)

Very sorry. Please, uh...

send me the bill. I'll cover the charges.

It's all right, sir.

Let's just say that you owe me one.

(reporters shouting)

(sighs)

- TOM: Robert. - ROBERT: Hmm?

- You okay? - Yeah.

The tabloids are having a field day with the nanny situation.

I know. Let it go.

It'll all blow over.

I think we should issue a statement, at least.

Tom, please.

Let it go this time, okay?

Excuse me, sir.

A Father Brennan is waiting downstairs at reception.

Who?

Father Brennan, the priest from Rome.

Hmm.

ROBERT: Did he say what it was about?

SECRETARY: He called several times yesterday.

He said it was personal and urgent.

TOM: Want me to handle this?

No.

No, I got this.

Father Brennan.

Robert Thorn.

What can I do for you?

We haven't much time, Mr. Thorn.

Time for what?

We must accept the Lord Jesus Christ as our savior.

Accept Him now. Ask for His forgiveness.

Take holy communion, Mr. Thorn.

Drink of His blood. Eat of His flesh.

For only when He is within you, can you defeat the Devil's son.

I'm sorry, Father. I, uh...

Accept responsibility, Mr. Thorn.

You did it.

You let them do it.

(chuckles uncomfortably)

I think there's been some mistake, Father.

If you'll excuse me...

He's killed before. He'll kill again.

He'll kill until everything that's yours is his.

Forgive me, Father, but, uh, I really should get back to work.

Sorry.

I was at the hospital, Mr. Thorn.

The night your son was born.

I...

I participated.

I witnessed the birth.

I beg of you, please, Mr. Thorn.

What do you want?

I want to save you, Mr. Thorn...

so Christ will save me.

And rescue me from eternal damnation.

What do you know about my son?

Everything.

I saw its mother.

You saw my wife.

No. I saw its mother.

You're referring to my wife.

Its mother, Mr. Thorn. Its mother.

Okay, that's enough.

- Sergeant! Sergeant! - Its mother is a jackal.

Yes, sir?

Everything all right, Mr. Ambassador?

Yes, Travis.

Will you please escort this gentleman out of the building?

Yes, sir.

You must accept the Lord Jesus each and every day, Mr. Thorn.

- Come on, Father. - Drink His blood.

It is the only way, Mr. Thorn.

(camera shutter clicking rapidly)

(camera shutter continues clicking rapidly)

How's the nanny search coming?

Frustrating.

- No one you like? - Not really.

Well, maybe we don't need one.

What does that mean?

Nothing, just maybe we don't need a nanny.

You're not working. Seems like a perfect...

I'm trying to raise our child, that's work.

I'm here with him every minute. You're not.

All I'm saying is, maybe we don't need a nanny.

Give you and Damien a chance to bond.

Oh, now Damien and I don't bond.

That's not what I meant, Kate.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

(sighs)

Can we start over, please?

I'm sorry you had a bad day.

Mine wasn't exactly uneventful, either.

Can we call it a draw?

I'm sorry.

Come here.

Oh...

- Hon... - Yeah?

- There's something that I think I should... - WOMAN: Excuse me.

Yes, Mrs. Horton?

A Mrs. Baylock is here.

I thought I was done for the day.

Oh, shall I show her in?

Yes, please.

Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn.

- Hello. - Pleasure to meet you.

This is my wife, Katherine.

- Mrs. Thorn. - Hi.

- Please. - Sit down.

Oh, thank you.

(clears throat)

If I may say,

I realize this must be a difficult time for you.

I'm genuinely sorry for your loss.

You know...

sometimes, the younger girls, away from their families...

Well... the job can be hard on them.

But, you know, for me,

caring for children has been the joy of my life.

I've really been so lucky.

I-I love my job.

I don't think I have your resume.

Oh.

The agency sometimes forgets.

With all the girls they send out,

this isn't the first time.

Here it is.

I sometimes bring an extra copy.

I've been raising children for almost 40 years now, Mrs. Thorn.

I helped my own mother raise my brothers and sisters.

I was the eldest.

And I... I guess the habit sort of stuck.

I'm not the parent, and I never forget that.

But I am an extra pair of hands

and a responsible substitute when you're out of the house.

May I see the boy?

He's beautiful.

(phone ringing)

I'll just be right back.

Hello, Damien.

I'm Mrs. Baylock.

Don't be afraid. I'm here to protect you.

(dripping)

(foreboding theme playing)

(tapping keys)

ROBERT: Kate!

I'm coming.

Mrs. Baylock?

Where's Damien?

I asked you to have him dressed and ready.

I'm afraid he's feeling 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.

(vehicles slowing)

(breathing heavily)

What's wrong, sweetie?

Hey.

It's just a church. That's all.

I know how you feel, kiddo.

(breathing heavily)

Robert...

You okay, tiger?

(breathing heavily)

Is he sick?

Damien, what's wrong?

Damien?

(screaming)

(exclaiming)

- Damien, stop it. - Damien.

- (screaming) - (exclaiming)

- Damien, let go, now! - Stop it!

No! No!

KATE: Damien!

(screaming)

Damien, stop it!

Go! Drive the car! Go! Now!

(Damien screaming)

(shushing)

- (screaming stops) - (sirens wailing)

(camera shutters clicking)

(breathing heavily)

ROBERT: Home, please, David.

(breathing heavily)

(rain pattering)

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.

And why would you think something like that, hmm?

He's just a little boy, Kate.

He got scared. That's all.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Okay.

(foreboding theme playing)

(dripping)

(gasps)

(footsteps approaching)

(light switch clicking)

(quiet, gentle theme playing)

(dog growling)

(growling intensifying)

ROBERT: Easy.

(growling continues)

Easy, boy.

Quiet down.

(gasps)

This is the master of the house.

(growling stops)

Mrs. Baylock, what is this?

Sir?

This dog.

Oh, we found him outside.

Who told you you could bring a dog into this house?

I'm sorry, sir.

Did he scare you?

That's not the point, Mrs. Baylock, but...

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.

(sighs)

(panting)

(children laughing and shouting)

(growling)

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 okay.

They're fine, really.

Yeah, they're fine.

WOMAN: Come along, children. Stay together.

(children laughing)

Julian...

(chattering)

Damien.

Damien.

Hey...

Damien?

What's the matter?

Those other kids didn't want to play with you?

(whispering) They're afraid.

(whimpering)

(screeching)

Let's go look at the birds.

Let's do that.

(screeching and growling)

(growling)

(screeching)

(growling)

(people screaming)

- (roaring) - (screeching)

(screaming)

(exclaiming)

(growling and screeching continues)

(thunder rumbling)

Hi.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

How's Damien?

What's wrong?

Did something happen today, Kate?

We went to the zoo...

(voice breaking) with all the other children.

There's something about Damien...

(crying) He's... so far away.

(crying)

Something's not right.

(sniffling)

I must be a terrible person for even thinking such things.

No, no.

Kate...

I need to talk to someone.

Okay, okay.

Shh...

What can I do, baby?

(sniffling)

I need to talk to someone.

Okay.

(orchestra playing foreboding theme)

- (music ends) - (audience applauding)

(chattering indistinctly)

(crucifix jangling)

(chattering indistinctly)

Tomorrow, Mr. Thorn: 1:00.

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.

(intermission signal sounding)

(camera shutter clicking)

(quiet, foreboding theme playing)

(dripping)

(wheels rolling quietly)

(dripping continues)

(screeching and growling)

(swallowing)

Damien...

you okay?

Damien...

(quiet, suspenseful theme playing)

(thunder rumbling)

All right, you've got your five minutes.

Now tell me why I'm here.

"When the Jews return to Zion,

"when the 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 Dezrahel,

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'll 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...

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, hmm?

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 you stay away from my family, do you understand?

I don't want to see or hear from you ever again.

(thunder rumbling)

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

We'll spend eternity together.

(sighing)

(wind howling)

(thunder rumbling)

(eerie screeching in distance)

(wind howling)

(eerie growling)

(thunder crashing)

(murmuring)

- (grunts) - (gasps)

(grunting)

(crucifix jangling)

(thudding)

(grunting)

(metallic thudding)

(exclaiming)

(video game sound effects)

Damien, can you please stop that?

(video game sound effects continue)

Damien!

(video game sound effects continue)

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.

BAYLOCK: Yes, ma'am.

Come along, Damien.

Mommy's not feeling well.

We'll go take a walk.

(sighs)

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.

(scoffs)

Kate, listen, we should talk about this...

No!

I am not having any more children.

I want it out of me.

(laptop beeping)

(slow, eerie theme playing)

Look, Mr. Thorn,

this session was Katherine's idea,

so I encourage you to speak freely.

(sighs)

Well...

Kate's been under a lot of pressure recently

with our son, Damien.

Things have been, uh...

difficult.

And 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.

(quiet, foreboding theme playing)

(jangling)

- (thudding) - Damien!

(gasping)

(breathing shakily) Damien...

please...

help.

(fingers squeaking)

(whimpering)

(screaming)

- (clamoring) - (camera shutters clicking)

Mr. Ambassador? Mr. Ambassador?

Ambassador Thorn?

How is she?

She'll recover, but she has a concussion,

a broken collarbone and some internal bleeding.

Internal bleeding?

That's our biggest worry at the moment.

She's pregnant.

I'm afraid not.

She lost the child.

DOCTOR: Yes.

(door opening and closing)

(whispering) Robert.

What is it, babe?

Please don't let him kill me.

What?

Don't let him kill me.

(thunder rumbling)

(eerie, foreboding music playing)

(growling)

(phone ringing)

(growling continues)

Hello.

Mr. Ambassador.

Uh, my name's Keith Jennings.

ROBERT: Who?

I'm a... I'm a photographer.

Uh, you broke my camera.

- (growling continues) - How did you get this number?

JENNINGS: No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Pl-Please don't hang up, Mr. Thorn.

This is not about the camera. It's about you.

Uh... a priest,

a Brennan, a Father Brennan.

You were seen with him moments before he was killed.

JENNINGS: You see anything unusual?

(sighs)

No.

Look, here, here. Look, see?

There.

I know, I know. I-I, uh...

I didn't think much of it, either, at first.

Uh, 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... on the digital files.

Here. That's... that's digital.

That's another camera.

(sighs)

Here you go.

Our friend, Father Brennan.

Look at this. Here.

And here's one I snapped ten days later.

- Same thing. - Yeah.

Only much, much more pronounced on this one.

That's 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 said that,

uh, Brennan was riddled with cancer.

He was high on morphine most of the time.

He was, uh, injecting himself two or three times a day.

He knew he was dying.

Yeah, 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 here

on the inside of the left thigh.

Here.

What is it?

It'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.

(quiet, ominous theme playing)

(rumbling)

(clanging and clattering)

(train passing)

(train whistle blowing in distance)

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.

Yes, 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.

Um, notes on whenever you left the house,

where you went, which restaurants you ate at,

what your speaking engagements were...

- Can I see that? - Yeah, certainly.

You'll see that the last entry says

that you were scheduled to meet him in Bishop's Park...

(lighter clicking)

the same day that he died.

However...

the really interesting items are here.

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

this is where I would begin.

The first is a clipping from some astrology magazine,

a report of an unusual phenomenon.

It's a comet that took the shape of a glowing star,

much like the star of Bethlehem 2,000 years ago.

Only this one happened a little closer to home,

on the European continent,

just five years ago.

June the 6th, 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 6:00 a.m.?

(train passing)

My son's 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.

(sighs)

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 photographs, and, uh...

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, hey, hey, hey.

Shh.

I'm so scared.

Kate, there's nothing to be scared of.

Nothing.

I promise.

(car horns honking)

(siren wailing)

(motorcycle horn beeping)

(speaking in Italian)

That's not it.

(Robert speaking in Italian)

It's the right address.

(speaking in Italian)

(both speaking in Italian)

(speaking in Italian)

Apparently, there was a terrible fire.

The old hospital burned down.

(speaking in Italian)

Five years ago.

"Molti morte"...

many dead.

(bells tolling)

(speaking in Italian)

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. Um... 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.

(speaking in Italian)

(wind whistling)

(slow, foreboding theme playing)

Grazie.

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 prophecies taken from the Bible,

from the Book of Daniel, from the Book of 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, uh... something about a comet.

Th-That-That's here. Uh...

"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.

Uh... the Rise of the Roman Empire, that's, oh...

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 again.

"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.

(slow, brooding theme playing)

Father Spiletto.

My name's 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?

(bell tolling)

(tolling continues)

(tolling stops)

(charcoal scratching)

(foreboding theme playing)

(charcoal clatters)

"Cervet"?

What does it mean?

Cervedri.

It's an old cemetery from the Etruscan time.

PRIEST: Greppe Sant'Angelo.

Where is this place?

ROBERT: Where is it?

You'll find it on a map.

It's perhaps 50 kilometer north of Rome.

(dramatic music playing)

(wind whistling)

(clanking and clattering)

(wind whistling)

Robert.

Here.

(breathing heavily)

Look at the dates.

June the sixth, five years ago.

Mother and child.

"Maria Avadicci Santoya."

Damien's mother.

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

Hand me that iron.

(grunting)

Try to free up those edges.

(grunting)

It's coming.

(breathing heavily)

Ugh.

What the fuck is this?

The priest...

he said it...

its mother was a...

Was a what?

The other one...

What for? There's nothing there.

But 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.

(crying)

(growling)

(exclaiming)

(exclaiming)

(growling)

(exclaiming)

(screaming)

(screaming)

- (crunching) - (screaming)

(struggling)

(yelling)

Come on!

(barking)

Let's go! Go! Go!

- (cloth ripping) - (exclaiming)

Son of a... (exclaiming)

(snarling and barking)

(screaming)

(snarling and barking)

(speaking indistinctly on radio)

Excuse me.

I'm the family nanny, here to spread a bit of cheer.

Oh, I just gave her her nighttime meds.

She's barely awake.

I understand.

I wonder if I could see her, just for a few minutes.

Well, 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.

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

Okay, I'll park him over here.

There you go.

I'll be back in a minute, sweetie.

Mm!

Aw, how pretty!

(monitor beeping)

Hi.

It's only me.

Don't be afraid.

We have to find the town Father Brennan mentioned.

Megiddo.

Right.

I'll get ahold of some maps.

Come on.

Come on, pick up the goddamn phone.

(cell phone vibrating)

Shh.

(moaning weakly)

(Katherine protesting weakly)

(Katherine protesting weakly)

No.

(breathing heavily) No.

Shh. Good girl.

(muffled shrieking)

(monitor beeping loudly)

(muffled sobbing)

(muffled sobbing and shrieking)

(monitor beeping rapidly)

Almost there.

No.

(muffled sobbing continues)

(muffled shrieking)

(steady beeping)

(beeping stops)

(muffled gasping)

(muffled gasping)

(speaking indistinctly on radio resumes)

(breathing heavily)

Come along, sweetie.

All done.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Tom, listen, I just tried...

Are you with Kate?

(thunder rumbling)

But I just...

No, sh-she...

(thunder rumbling)

TOM: I'm so sorry.

I tried calling.

Robert. Robert?

(whispering) Look at his little hands.

- Drink His blood... - (thunder crashing)

(gasping)

(panting)

What the hell happened to you?

Did you fall asleep?

Yeah.

(sighs)

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.

Now, there's an excavation going on there,

some American university.

I don't suppose you remember that name.

Bugenhagen.

JENNINGS: Bugenhagen?

(sighs heavily)

That was his name.

I remember the poem, too.

"When the Jews return to Zion,

"when the comet fills 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."

Kate's dead.

I want Damien dead, as well.

(sighs)

(speaking in Hebrew over radio)

(shouting in distance)

(speaking indistinctly)

(whistling)

(speaking indistinctly)

(quiet, eerie theme playing)

ROBERT: Bugenhagen.

That little priest, Brennan...

is he dead yet?

Yes.

We have work to do. Come.

(man reciting the adhan)

BUGENHAGEN: It must be done on hallowed ground,

in the grounds of a church.

The blood must be spilt 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, a beast!

He's evil incarnate. Now don't you forget that.

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

I'm not wrong!

How do I know that?

Look...

he bears a birthmark...

a sequence of 6's,

so says the Bible,

as do all the apostles of Satan.

No, he doesn't have it.

He must have it!

I have bathed 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?

Ah, she's an apostate of hell.

She'll die before permitting this.

(whispering) Yeah...

No.

(gagging) No.

It's insane.

All of you, you... Oh, my God.

Look, don't lose your nerve now, man.

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

JENNINGS: Stop!

Thorn, stop!

You can't just walk away from this.

What the fuck did you think he was gonna say?

Why else have we come here?

He's a drunk, an insane, delusional drunk,

and, like every other religious fanatic,

thinks that arcane scripture justifies killing.

- What about me? - What about you?

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 is something I would never take away from any man,

certainly not my own son.

Well, if you won't, I will.

(panicked shouting)

(gagging)

(sighs)

(thunder rumbling)

(gasps)

(door creaking and slamming)

(gasps)

(snarling)

(growling)

(dog approaching)

(snarling)

(breathing heavily)

(grunts)

(barking and snarling)

(grunts)

(muffled barking)

(breathing heavily)

(inhales deeply)

(quiet, suspenseful theme playing)

- (screaming) - (exclaiming)

(screaming)

(struggling)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming)

DAMIEN: No! No! No!

(barking)

(Damien screaming)

(barking)

(Damien struggling)

(screaming frantically)

- (Baylock shrieking) - (exclaiming)

(Damien screaming)

(Damien screaming)

(shrieking)

No! (screaming)

(siren wailing)

(honking horn)

OFFICER (over radio): Patrol to Tango one-six.

Take command and control.

No! (screaming)

(hoking horn)

OFFICER (on radio): Go, one-six...

(Damien screaming)

(screaming continues)

DAMIEN: No!

No!

OFFICER: vehicles now in pursuit.

No!

(Damien screaming)

(grunting and shrieking)

No! No!

(grunting and screaming)

(sirens wailing)

No! No! No!

- No! No! - (grunting)

No! No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

Our Father...

DAMIEN: No! No!

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.

No!

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.

(breathing heavily)

Stop!

(gun cocking and firing)

(quiet, somber melody playing)

(inaudible)

(clinking)

Mr. President, your car is ready, sir.

(ominous theme playing)

(dramatic music playing)