Damien

What do you want from me?

Huh? Tell me. What did... what did I ever do to you?

Answer me!

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Happy birthday.

You remembered. You know what?

I can't accept this.

It says "Property of Carol Schlitzman" on the bottom.

Dang, man, I thought I scratched that off.

Thanks, man, really.

Don't thank me yet. I've got the crew

coming to the hotel tonight, and once I told them

you're turning the big 3-0, they promised to bring the pain.

I don't think I recovered from last year.

It looks quiet.

Get some, uh, quality of life shots

to fill out the piece. Just make it quick.

I wanna get this party started!

Careful!

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Hey. What happened?

The Army's relocating these people!

They got word they're harboring terrorists!

The terrorists here are the ones they're creating.

Kelly!

Damien?

- What are you doing here? - Same as you.

I meant to call.

Hey, uh, Kelly, it's good to see you.

Amani. Thought you'd come to your senses and ditch this guy.

Can't get rid of him. Hey, listen, uh,

what'd you see? Any chance we can slip back in there?

No, it's all closed off.

- There's gonna be a massacre. - So we're gonna have to stay put then.

Are you kidding me? Absolutely not.

I got this one.

Aah! Ohh!

Damien, I love you.

It's all for you.

Hic est filius meus dilectus...

It's all for you! Damien, I love you!

Stand up. Get up!

Who are you looking for?

- A woman. - Who?

This, uh, woman grabbed me. She knew my name.

- Another journalist? - No, no, from here, from Damascus.

She said stuff. Stuff she couldn't have known.

She did... something.

I saw memories from my childhood when I was a kid

when my parents... no, an accident had happened.

Thought you said you don't remember your childhood.

No, she brought all back. I was 5. It was my birthday.

We gotta find out where these trucks are going.

Hey, Kelly!

I'm hooking up a ride.

This guy says he knows where these people are being relocated.

He'll take us there for $500.

- Hey, I'll meet you back at the hotel. - No, dude, you know better

than to just get in a car with a local.

- We could end up hostages. - I have to find her, all right?

Hey! Hey!

Hey, come on.

- Whoa. - Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Okay, okay.

All journalists are being deported immediately.

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I'm sure this will get picked up by "Time," HuffPo, maybe "The New Yorker."

You might be looking at a Pulitzer.

I have to get back there.

You know we shouldn't have been thrown out.

The only thing I know is my boss is gonna ask

why I'm still doing business with you.

Because he's the only one who gets close enough.

You have to get us back there.

Honey, that's just not gonna happen.

You've been banned from entering Syria.

Just give it a few months...

This can't wait. Something is going on.

- If this is about the private... - No, it's not that.

Then what?

- Hello? - Kelly, it's Damien.

Are you all right?

- Where the hell are you? - New York. Listen.

Did you find out where they relocated the Christians?

I-I need to find that old woman,

- the one who grabbed me. - I saw.

She grabbed your face and said, "Damien, I love you."

- Can you find her? - Why should I help you?

- We had something. We did. But... - And you just disappeared?

No explanation?

It was the only way. You have to trust me.

I did trust you.

Can you find that woman?

I'll try.

Thank you.

Thank you, Tiffany. I'll take it from here.

- Damien Thorn. Long time. - Good to see you, Cray. I, uh...

I hope you don't mind me interrupting.

- I could use a favor. - Hmm.

Us Preston Hall brothers have to stick together, right?

Haven't seen you in 15 years.

Uh, staying in touch... it's not one of my strong suits.

I was covering a story in Syria.

It's landed me in hot water with the current regime.

They won't let me step foot inside the country.

You have other connections.

Well, I could call Dean Behringer, but he's got his hands full.

I really didn't want to call in a favor for something this small.

The head of the IMF owes you a favor?

Well, aren't they what makes our world go round?

Let me talk to my colleagues, see if we can't put our heads together

and figure something out. I'm sure there's a solution.

I appreciate that. You know, I always said you were one of the good ones.

Hmm. You can see yourself out.

Damien Thorn.

I can't believe it's really you.

- It's been a long time. - Sorry. Do I know you?

Ann Rutledge.

Last time I saw you was at your father's funeral.

You knew my father.

He was such a good man. Impeccable character.

For him, to suffer such a tragic death...

But you were so young. I imagine you don't remember much.

Sadly, no.

Mm-hmm. That'll change.

- Uh, why do you say that? - Because it's a whole new world.

The seal's been broken, the trumpet blown.

I don't follow.

Your father would have been proud.

You have so much to offer.

I, uh, I take pictures.

Humility's an overrated virtue.

It couldn't have been easy for you, expelled from school after school,

Preston, Exeter, Oxford... you'd think those people would

would be more forgiving to a boy so obviously...

Gifted.

You seem to know a lot about where I've been.

The past is like a noose around our necks.

Wouldn't you say?

Truth is... I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't keep my eyes and ears open

about Damien Thorn.

And what exactly is your job, miss...

Rutledge.

I suppose it would best be described as the protection business.

I look out for special interests.

Whose?

In my line of work, discretion is paramount.

The key is to always maintain a presence

without letting people know you've been there all along,

right over their shoulder.

Every step of the way.

I just wanted to introduce myself.

It's so exciting to see how much you've grown.

Our paths have crossed before, you know, I'm sure of it.

Did you find her?

I asked everyone who lived in that encampment.

No one had ever seen her. I found something else.

I'm back in New York. I'll text you my address.

You'll want to see it.

I had it translated.

It's Latin.

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

According to the Gospel of Matthew, when John the Baptist baptized Christ,

the sky opened and a voice called out those exact words.

Christ was supposedly baptized when he turned 30.

It was my 30th birthday the day she grabbed me.

And you were covered in her blood, weren't you?

Baptized in it.

Christ started his ministry after his baptism, his preaching.

I've been having visions. No, uh... memories...

That I haven't had before.

There was a party.

I was 5. My... parents were still alive.

There were, uh... ponies and carousels.

And, uh...

Someone shouted out my name,

that they loved me.

My governess was standing on the ledge

in front of everyone with a rope around her neck.

Uh... She looked straight at me,

and she said...

"It's all for you."

And then she jumped to her death.

Jesus.

How could that old woman know those exact words?

This is why I left, Kelly. I couldn't drag you into this.

- Into what? - This... th-this... shit.

I thought it was crazy, but there's always been...

Someone else, some... some thing, like a...

Like a dark cloud hanging over me.

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

And when that... when that old woman grabbed me,

it was like it was... it was inside me now, growing,

and...

This is... my sister, Simone.

Damien Thorn.

I know who you are. Good to finally meet you.