Omen IV: The Awakening

A beautiful baby girl.

Yes.

Yes, she's just perfect.

I'll give you to Sister Yvonne.

She's dying to talk to you.

Mrs. York, wait until you see her.

She's a tiny miracle.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Then we'll expect you.

All right.

Bye.

The clouds sweep away the colour.

Leaves everything like a black and white photograph.

Wait!

- Okay, all right, tell me again about the parents.

Any history of drug abuse or alcohol addiction?

Honey.

Honey, we're supplying the environment,

but we're inheriting the genes, the condition of the womb,

whether the mother was traumatized,

during the period of gestation.

Whoa!

It's all important.

- You're going to be the mother of this child,

not her lawyer. - Right.

Right.

Sister, I'm so sorry.

I'm just so insecure about all this,

and you know we tried so hard.

I'm just not anxious to take on a load

of problems I'm not prepared for.

She has a "sins of the father thing."

I do not.

- All I can tell you is that the mother was at university,

and the father was an exchange student.

- Sweetheart, if there are any complications,

psychological or physical, we'll handle it.

She's got us. - Yeah.

My best friend's a doctor.

Besides, I play racquet-ball

with a couple of good shrinks.

You're such a wise guy.

She's beautiful.

Okay.

She's beautiful.

Bye, bye.

Bye.

Want to go to sleep?

Shh!

Quiet, quiet.

Ta-da

She's beautiful!

Everybody, I'd like you to meet Delia.

What's she gonna sing?

Any requests?

I don't know.

When she's hungry, she can hit notes

Tina Turner hasn't thought of.

Ow!

She scratched me.

Excuse me, doctor in the house.

Let's take a look at this.

It's nothing, you'll be all right.

I don't know what happened.

She stopped crying as soon as Gene picked her up.

I don't know what I did.

Aye, yie, yie.

Maybe this pin came undone while you were burping her.

What museum did we get this from?

No, I take full blame.

I was the one who insisted that she go

au natural with diapers and safety pins.

- Well, I don't think it merits a law suit.

But you come see me in the morning, a" right.

Okay.

Come on, here.

Come on.

Delia, you scratched your mommy.

You okay?

- An eclipse is hardly an event, Sister Yvonne.

Hardly an event?

A spontaneous eclipse?

How many spontaneous eclipses have you seen in your life?

Don't speak to me in that fashion!

- You've damned us, cursed us with that child!

- I can think of no worse curse than the murder of a child!

We should never have been born!

- Be quiet! - Dear Father in Heaven,

we are heartily sorry. - Quiet!

No!

I don't believe this.

- Yeah, well, antibiotics will stop it.

- But those red marks mean serious infection, don't they?

I mean how can a baby's fingernail do so much damage?

Who knows?

I had a client who got athlete's foot once in the Caribbean.

She almost lost her leg.

Yeah, Lou, but this...

Karen, I'm a doctor.

I've seen every conceivable type of infection, believe me.

On a scale of one to 10, this is a big two.

Besides the good news is, you got your baby!

Yeah.

- No more testing, isn't that a relief?

Just my annual PAP smear.

That's right.

You know I just don't get it.

Gene and I have been tested.

We're both okay.

I should've been pregnant a dozen times by now.

- Oh Karen, that happens to lots of couples.

Three times a day.

Thank you.

- So, what made you and Gene decide on the name Delia?

It's a pretty name, isn't it?

Beautiful.

It means always visible in Greek.

Besides, I had an Aunt Delia

who was the first woman in our hometown to run for office.

Thought it might be a good luck name as well.

Oh, yeah?

Grooming her for office?

It's a family tradition.

Now sanctify this water

that your servants who are washed in it may become one

with Christ, his death and resurrection,

to be cleansed and delivered from sin.

Anoint them with your Holy Spirit,

that they may be born again in your church.

That they may become inheritors of your glorious kingdom.

Delia, I baptize you

in the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Give her to me, give her to me.

- They say that a child that cries is closer to God.

There you go.

Right there.

Oh yes, Delia!

Isn't that beautiful?

Boo!

Boo!

Yeah.

Say hi.

Hi, Daddy.

Whoops.

Hey!

Don't you look pretty!

Smile nice, Mr. Congressman.

Drop your drawers for Capitol Hill.

Sure was convenient that somebody took

that picture of Resnick in the motel room.

Who cares who took it?

Someone nailed the incumbent.

Look, Resnick is a crook and a whore monger.

Those photographs will bury him.

You've had six weeks to think about it. What do you say?

Why do you want me to run, Jake?

- Fishing. - For answers.

Not compliments, you know what I stand for.

- Look how many hours have you spent complaining to me

about the bungling bureaucracy and how you'd change things?

A couple thousand at least.

Well, now is the time to put some muscle

where your mouth is.

A lot of us agree with you

and think they all ought to take their sweet deals,