The Omen

The child is dead.

He breathed just for a moment.

Then he breathed no more.

The child is dead.

Dead.

The child is dead.

I'm afraid it will kill her.

My God, she wanted a baby so much.

For such a long time.

What can I tell her?

What will I say?

You could adopt a child.

She wanted her own.

If I may suggest, it even resembles.

Your wife need never know.

It would be a blessing to her and to the child.

Are there no relatives?

None.

The mother died, as your own child,

in the same moment.

You said it could be ours, but...

On this night, Mr. Thorn,

God has given you a son.

Here's your boy.

- Buongiorno. - Good morning.

What are you doing home so early?

Just came to start packing.

What?

We can't waste any time.

We're leaving in the morning.

- Buongiorno, Carlo. - Buongiorno, signore.

Please, Carlo.

What are you talking about?

I am talking about London.

I am talking about the ambassador to the Court of St. James.

Well, what about him?

You're married to him.

I'm what?

It's me.

I'm appointed ambassador to Great Britain.

Oh!

I've already told them yes.

I loved it the minute I saw it.

Well, it's a bit much.

Well, nothing's too much for the wife

of the future president of the United States.

You know, you're pushy.

Come on.

Wait 'til you see this.

Now this, they call his day room.

His day room.

So?

How do you like it so far?

Mm-hmm.

Well, it needs some books, I mean to warm it up.

- Couple of books. - Cozy up.

Warm it up.

Something in mind, Mr. Ambassador?

Why don't we have a little look upstairs?

Well, there's no furniture up there, either.

You know, you could be too sexy for the White House.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

I won't be long.

We don't have that much to talk about.

Since when did two old college roommates

not have much to talk about?

Since one of them assumed

the awesome burden of the presidency.

Well, give my regards to the first Lady.

I'll do my best.

Why don't you change your mind, fly over with me?

No, I'd better stay here and fool around with Damien.

Where is he?

He was right behind us.

Damien?

Damien?

Damien?

Damien?

Damien?

Oh, my God, Robert.

Damien!

Robert, where could he be?

Damien?

You little monkey.

Don't you ever do that again.

Here I come.

There you are.

Go.

Hooray.

Run out of film?

Just saving a bit for his canonization.

How's that?

I don't know if we just got the heir to the Thorn millions

here or Jesus Christ himself.

Want a bite, Daddy?

Having fun?

Here you are, son.

Off you go.

Come on, Damien, smile.

A big birthday smile.

It's your day.

Come on, smile.

Holly!

- I'll take him, ma'am. - No, no, I'll take him.

Come on.

Let's go.

One, two, three.

- Whoa! - Let me jump on it, Daddy!

Let me jump on it!

Hold on!

Damien!

Damien!

Damien, look at me.

I'm over here.

Damien, I love you.

Look, there's Nanny.

Look at me, Damien.

It's all for you.

Go, Tom.

Good morning, Mr. Ambassador.

- Read the papers today, sir? - No, I haven't.

There's an article on the suicide.

Your nanny, the one that jumped.

They say that she left a suicide note, sir.

Not true.

Mr. Ambassador, did you know she was on drugs?

Would you mind?

Mr. Thorn, did she use drugs?

Not that I know of.

. Ambassador, the article said...

I don't care what the article said.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

Will you, um, send me a bill for the damage?

That's all right, Mr. Ambassador.

Let's just say you owe me.

Corporal.

Okay, outside.

Yes?

There's a Father Brennan to see you.

Who?

A priest named Father Brennan from Rome.

He says it's a matter of urgent, personal business.

Never heard of him.

He says he just needs a minute.

Something about a hospital.

Donation time.

All right, send him in.

I didn't know you were such a soft touch.

On that trip to Saudi Arabia, why isn't it the right time?

Well, it's personal, Tom.

I just, uh, don't feel like leaving home right now.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, Father.

We haven't much time.

You must listen to what I have to say.

All right, what is it?

You must accept Christ as your savior.

You must accept him now.

Forgive me, Father, but didn't I understand

that you have a matter of some urgent personal business?

You must take Communion.

Drink the Blood of Christ and eat his Flesh.

For only if he is within you can you defeat

- the son of the devil. - I see.

He's killed once.

He'll kill again.

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

Father, would you mind...

Only through Christ can you fight him.

Accept the Lord Jesus.

Drink his Blood.

I've locked the door, Mr. Thorn.

Yes?

Would you send for a security guard, please?

I beg you, Mr. Thorn.

Listen to what I have to say.

Ambassador Thorn?

I was at the hospital, Mr. Thorn,

the night your son was born.

I witnessed the birth.

Sir?

I beg you.

All right.

Stand by.

What do you want?

To save you, Mr. Thorn, so Christ will forgive me.

What do you know about my son?

Everything.

And what is that?

I saw its mother.

You saw my wife.

I saw its mother.

You're referring to my wife!

Its mother, Mr. Thorn!

If this is blackmail, then come out and say it.

What is it that you're trying to say?

His mother was a jack...

Everything all right, sir?

You sounded strange.