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Previously on "Damien"...

There's always been some thing, like a dark cloud hanging over me.

I've ignored it, I've denied it, but it's... it's always been there.

Damien, I love you.

It's all for you.

I had it translated.

She's saying, "Here is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased."

You came all the way back from Damascus for this.

Been a long time.

- I'm sorry. Do I know you? - Ann Rutledge.

What exactly is your job?

I suppose it would best be described

as the protection business.

Don't let go of me!

What do you want from me? Answer me!

Your father wanted answers about the Beast.

The Antichrist.

He will become

the greatest tyrant the world has ever seen.

666.

Does that mean anything to you?

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Mama?

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I hear the boy's fine.

He says he doesn't remember anything that happened.

You have saved another soul.

I'm a servant of God. His will be done.

You are needed back in Rome, immediately.

But I'm... supposed to travel to the Philippines.

There's a woman there

who claims to have the stigmata.

The cardinal said this could not wait any longer.

What is it?

The only thing that I know is that...

I-I-I have never seen a man so frightened in my life.

You must leave now.

You must hurry.

Damien!

Damien?!

Look at me, Damien!

It's all for you!

You don't call. You don't write.

You don't shower for three days.

I was busy.

Spring cleaning.

You look like shit.

You look like an undertaker.

All right, man, time to get dressed.

Got to get going.

Yeah, uh, go ahead without me.

You can't skip Kelly's funeral.

Like I said, I'm in the middle of something important.

Last year in Aleppo, you went to that memorial

for that pompous Times reporter you hated.

Remember?

Then there was that Army captain in Tripoli,

not to mention spending two extra days in Sierra Leone

during the whole Ebola outbreak for that boy your barely knew.

Name was Solomon.

Yeah, well, this is Kelly we're talking about.

You think I don't know that?

You need to go.

For what?

For closure, to say goodbye?

Yeah. That's what funerals are for.

I can't bullshit with these people about how she died...

as if I could even explain.

It is not your fault.

All right?

Now, you're gonna get in that shower,

or it's gonna be the two of us in there.

That, my friend, is not gonna be pretty

Are you sure it's him?

He's here. We know he's here.

How much time do we have?

Not much.

Okay.

It's one of the seven daggers of Megiddo.

The others are lost.

Strike where the heart should be.

You know, after Iraq,

I swore I'd never kill another man.

This is not a man.

If you could have killed Hitler

before he unleashed all his horrors on the world, would you have?

This is worse.

Bless me, Father, for the sin I'm about to commit.

I need your blessing so that I know what I'm about to do

is right in the eyes of God.

Hail Mary, full of grace, our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Father?

Fath...

Father?

Father!

Thorn?

How long's it been?

Not long enough, Marlo.

Yeah, it's good to see you, too.

Sorry about Kelly.

How you holding up?

Dude! You made it back from Juba.

Yeah, man, I hitched a ride on an Army transport.

Your tax dollars hard at work.

Well, it's a hell of a turnout.

I'm not surprised.

Coming inside?

Yeah.

Oh, it's just a church. That's all.

Maybe you guys...

knew Kelly better than I did.

I guess we all knew snippets of Kelly.

Phi Beta Kappa, humanitarian,

crusading journalist out to save the world.

She was that voice calling

from some far-off place I'd never heard of.

From Lagos or wherever in the world she was.

She was a teacher, a storyteller.

I wanted to be just like her.

I wanted...

I did.

She was so strong and...

She had won a Courage in Journalism Award,

and it was then that I realized

I do not have the slightest clue

what my sister's been through or seen.

I remember one time

she was passing through New York...

So she moved on...

...to a new one.

And now she's with our Lord,

beside Him in a place without pain or cruelty.

I give thanks and praise to God

for Christ's victory over sin and death.

I can't do funerals, either.

All that "there's a reason for everything,

it's part of God's plan."

It's hard to stomach.

The death of anyone so young and talented

is senseless.

Period.

But they need an out.

It's God's will.

Not a strong believer?

In God?

No, not a fan.

I heard you were there the night she died, poor thing.

You must feel awful you couldn't save her.

How did you know Kelly?

I know a lot of pepole.

Like my father.

Yes, I learned a great deal from him.

And your mother.

You knew my mother, too?

You shot out of there like a bat out of Hell.

Yeah, uh, I...

just needed some air.

Yeah, you and me both, Thorn.

Let's get the hell out of here, go drown our sorrows.

Actually, we're all going back to Simone's to pay our respects.

Great.

I'll stop off and pick up a fifth.

You coming?

Yeah. Of course he is.

I stopped counting after 20.

Just too many friends lost.

I can't bring myself

to delete the numbers from my contacts.

Forces me to remember.

You know how I remember, Ceci?

Shrapnel... in my calf here.

That's from that air raid in Mogadishu

where those two BBC reporters were taken out.

Gap over my eye here?

That's a Molotov cocktail in Colombia

when Monica Paredes was hit.

You see this scar?

Got it kissing some flying glass in that bombing in Tripoli.

Hey, how about you, Thorn?

Or does your hairdresser here hide all your scars for you?

Uh...

I've been pretty lucky so far.

From what I've heard, you're kind of always in the middle of everything.

Last summer, we were in Karbala, right,

and this car bomb took out 16 people.

My head was bleeding. My legs were torn up.

I mean, people lost their shit.

I'll never forget it. There was this, um...

There was this kid, he was sitting on the street.

Couldn't have been more than 10 years old.

His face was torn up,

and he was stabbing himself in the gut with a crucifix

over and over again,

like six times before he finally keeled over,

thing still sticking out of him.

Meanwhile, this guy...

Nothing.

It's like weird stuff happens all the time, but...

never a scratch.

My sister spent her whole life

in war zones like that, and...

she died in a sinkhole.

Mmm.

I got to get something to eat before I...

Thanks for coming.

I'm sorry I missed the service. I had some fires to put out.

I need to get out of here.

New York.

Anything interesting coming in?

An assignment?

Why don't you take it easy for a couple weeks?

I'm fine.

Listen, um...

I've been meaning to give this to you.

I've been carrying it around for a couple of days.

55 grand?

For your Demascus photos.

There's been a lot of interest in your work.

This says Ann Rutledge. She bought my photo?

A lot of them, actually.

She's pretty much taken out the entire library.

Don't worry.

Next week, I'm gonna take him to the Caicos.

A month of rum and sun is just what this doctor ordered.

And when we get back, you can hook us up,

maybe with that thing in Pakistan.

We need to talk.

About what?

Armitage Global.

Uh, Ann Rutledge, please. I'm returning her call.

I'm sorry, sir, there's no one here by that name.

Uh, could you check again, please?

She left this number.

I don't need to check, sir.

It's important I talk to her.

The name's Damien Thorn.

Oh. I'm so sorry, Mr. Thorn.

I'll make sure Ms. Rutledge gets your message immediately.

Good evening, Mr. Thorn.

You're firing us?

Did you tell him?

I couldn't.

Jesus, Ceci, that's...

That's nice timing.

I'm sorry.

Out of all the kids who went to our school,

the Baptiste sisters were the brightest...

asking questions,

pushing to know the truth.

Well, I-I don't know Simone,

but, uh, that sounds like Kelly.

It's good that they have a foundation.

Simone needs it now.

Are you a man of faith?

Anything but.

It's times like these that our faith can serve us well.

To be honest, I was just thinking, given how Kelly died,

I wouldn't put my faith in any foundation.

Things give way, no rhyme or reason.

That is God's plan.

I've heard a lot about God's plan.

Yeah. Coming wars, plagues, untold suffering.

Then Jesus swoops down from Heaven

and we're all delivered from evil... amen.

The Book of Revelation was written for the faithful

during a time of persecution.

But it's meant to inspire us,

to keep us going, no matter what we suffer.

At the end, God will save us.

I just don't buy it.

Look around.

If God did exist, then he's timeless, right?

Right.

So what's he waiting for?

Why doesn't he save us now? Why didn't he save Kelly?

I mean, she was reporting

on attrocities all around the world.

Forced starvation, slavery,

rape being used as a political weapon.

She was helping those working against suffering,

and God kills her in a parking lot.

It's unacceptable.

I mean, he should do better.

I'm supposed to accept

some mythological ideology from 2,000 years ago

that it's all meant to mean something,

it's all part of some divine plan.

I'm sorry, Father, that's not good enough.

It's a cruel joke.

If God's the one telling it, then he's a sadistic prick!

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

Uh...

I'm... I'm sorry.

Trapped in the hole below.

The darkness. The darkness is coming.

The darkness is coming.

What did you say?

S-Stay away.

Stay away.

Oh, please, leave it, really.

Hey, uh, listen, uh...

What Damien said, he... He didn't mean it.

Well, it sure sounded like it.

Yeah, well, he's a mess.

You know, I practically had to drag him

out of his apartment today.

So he's got you to follow him around

and clean up his messes.

Yeah. I'm good at it.

I bet.

Here's your jacket.

Listen, uh, I thought you were great today.

You were strong for your family, for everybody.

I know how it is.

Thanks.

Look, I can give you my number,

you know, if you have more dirty dishes

or you need a shoulder to cry on...

Okay.

Okay.

I will get a pen.

What is it?

It's Kelly's bag.

The darkness is coming.

Move on, crazy old fool!

- Hey, quit moving! You'll bleed out! - You'll kill us.

Who are you? Who sent you?

You'll destroy us all!

I will acknowledge his name

in the presence of my father and his angels.

What is it?

I have no idea.

Let me see.

She must have been working on some kind of religious story.

That's him over there.

Mr. Thorn? Detective James Shay.

You must be pretty shaken up. You okay to talk?

Oh, I'm fine.

That's good to hear.

Hell of a way to go, huh?

Witnesses said this guy attacked you?

Yeah, he was following me.

Really?

I saw him earlier, and he was...

again here.

Then he attacked me with a knife.

We haven't found any knife.

There was definitely a knife.

It must have been thrown somewhere when he got hit.

Where did you see him earlier today?

At my friend's funeral.

Your friend died?

Sorry to hear that. How did he go?

She.

Your girlfriend?

No.

Well, like I said, my condolences.

Was she sick?

No, why?

Well, I imagine she was a young girl.

I'm just curious as to her cause of death is all.

What does that have to do with any of this?

It's just a question.

It was an accident.

Two accidents in the past few days.

Pretty weird, hmm?

Like this one.

You're lucky you weren't killed, too.

Yeah, that's me... real lucky.

Ma'am, you need to stay behind the tape.

Detective Shay,

I'm Ann Rutledge, Mr. Thorn's counsel.

You're not charged with anything.

Why do you need a lawyer?

I need to get Mr. Thorn home.

He's clearly had a traumatic experience here.

Yeah, we're done.

For now.

But I'm sure I'll have more questions tomorrow.

Absolutely.

You're free to go.

Thank you.

Damien, I love you.

But she's Syrian.

How does she know him? She sounds American.

He's been freaked out ever since that riot.

It's all for you.

What does she mean it's all for him?

No, I'm fine, really. Thank you.

Not exactly the safest neighborhood.

We own some corporate apartments

for visiting guests, things like that.

Let me put you up in one.

That's not necessary.

It's just some, uh, psycho on the street.

It's over.

You said he had a knife.

Did you see what it looked like?

Kind of crude, like an artifact.

Any figures carved on the handle?

It was coming at me kind of fast.

You'll forgive me for not admiring the craftsmanship.

Why would you ask?

How did you even know something was happening in the first place?

Because I've been watching you.

What do you mean?

I know you've just met me, but the truth is

you're very important to me, Damien.

You have been for a long time.

I wasn't at the funeral today because I knew that girl.

I was there for you.

The other day when we met, that was planned, too?

Why? What do you want?

You'll have all the answers in time, I promise.

No, I'll have the answers now. Did you even know my father?

Yes, I met him in London.

I was working in the economic policy unit

at the American embassy when he was ambassador.

And?

We worked very closely together.

You had an affair.

Oh, God, no.

He adored your mother.

I barely remember her.

It was such a shame she had to die so young.

It absolutely devastated your father.

And then to have his own tragedy immediately after.

We were so concerned.

We all rallied around you.

Who? Rallied how?

So much pain so young.

I always wondered

if you were able to do it because...

Because...?

They weren't your real parents.

You were adopted.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.

In Rome. The night you were born.

Your real mother died.

Katherine gave birth that same night,

but her baby died, too.

A priest approached your father and convinced him to...

to take you in.

She never knew the truth.

How do you know this?

I know it's a lot to take in.

But it's time you finally know

the true circumstances of your birth...

Who you are.

I'll tell you everything you want to know...

who that man was who tried to kill you...

why your parents died...

why there's so much death around you...

why you couldn't save Kelly.

You want answers?

Come with me.

How we doing on his I.D.?

No wallet, but we ran his cellphone.

Hermon Soroyan, 24,

graduate student upstate, religious studies, no priors.

Any chance it wasn't an accident?

Not sure how it could be anything else.

It's too weird. It doesn't add up.

Before you head off,

let me get another look at those tattoos.

Detective needs to see.

Check this out.

He's got identical tattoos on his forearms.

"P.X."

Some kind of gang markings?

It's a Christogram.

I Googled it.

Is he part of some kind of cult or something?

Not anymore.

I'm sure you could use a drink.

Why are you collecting my work?

I like photographs that make us uncomfortable.

It's a bit...

obsessive.

You're not the world's only photographer, you know.

You're in good company.

This is one of my favorites.

The day after the storm.

I was just starting out.

Mm. Made quite an impression.

That's putting it mildly.

No one really wants to look in the mirror.

Facing the harsh truths of this world

isn't for the weak.

Why am I here?

I'm worried about you.

The man that tried to kill you...

He had one of these, didn't he?

Please, Daddy, no!

Come with me.

- Aah! - Mom!

Have no fear, little one.

I'll be here to protect thee.

Welcome home, Damien.

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