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03 Omen III The Final Conflict - Horror
1981 [H246-mp4] Subtitles English.

This way.

50,000 years ago, mankind faced its
first major threat of extinction...

a devastation rocked by
nature: The Ice Age.

It lasted 5,000 years,
rendered four fifths

of the earth's surface
uninhabitable...

and wiped out all but the
hardiest of nature's creations.

One of these few was man.

From that devastation dawned
a new age - and a new hope.

Phoenix-like, man arose from the frozen
wilderness and set forth upon his dream.

Mankind has endured many
catastrophes since then...

but none so grave as the
one which faces him today.

The economic crisis of the past decade has
brought inflation, famine and chaos...

to every corner of the globe.

Some label it the Great Recession.
Others are calling it Armageddon...

that final upheaval of the world
foretold by the prophets of old.

But amid all the pessimism, one voice
rings out its faith in the future:

Thorn, the world's leading light
in building a new tomorrow.

Trite, rhetorical...

clichéd, inane.

Viewers don't pay much
attention to that, Damien.

No, you're right. And there won't be
much attention to that bullshit either.

I said I wanted action, not
words. I wanna see Thorn at work.

A thousand starving kids clamouring
for a bellyful of Thorn soya.

Thorn medical teams,
construction, engineering.

Instead of which, you spend half the
commercial giving us a third-grade version...

of the history of the Ice Age.

Do we have footage of the
Australian drought relief?

Sure, but nothing new, and most
of it's been seen on TV already.

We'll find you something. In the
meantime, go with the old commercial.

I don't want that one used.

- What have we got coming up?
- Botswana next week, then the Aswan Dam.

Can we get a film
unit to Botswana?

Sure, but no relief unit
till after the coup.

No one's sure how long
that's gonna take.

All right. It'll have
to be the Aswan Dam.

Have a film unit there
when it goes. Make

sure they give our
relief units coverage.

Don't let the Red Cross
beat them to it.

Why don't you go? Now that
would be a real coup.

Damien Thorn supervising
relief work in person!

No, I've got to stay here.

- What for?
- To be on hand when the president calls me.

He's, uh, gonna offer me the post
of ambassador to Great Britain.

- I beg your pardon?
- Are you familiar with the Book of Hebron?

No, I don't know anything
about the Book of Hebron.

It's in the Apocrypha.
One of the more

obscure backwaters of
the Septuagint Bible.

"And it shall come to pass
that in the end days...

the beast shall reign one hundred
score and thirty days and nights."

"And the faithful shall
cry unto the Lord:

Wherefore art thou
in the day of evil?"

"And the Lord shall
hear their prayers."

"And out of the angel isle he
shall bring forth a deliverer..."

a holy lamb of God who shall
do battle with the beast...

"and shall destroy him."

"The beast shall reign one hundred
score and thirty days and nights"...

is another way of
saying seven years.

That's the time I've
been head of Thorn.

"And out of the angel isle he
shall bring forth a deliverer."

The "angel isle" - the original
Latin has "ex insula angelorum".

England.

The Second Coming.

Only it won't be the
beast that is destroyed.

It'll be the Nazarene.

Damien, you said you
were gonna be offered

the post of ambassador
to Great Britain.

What about our
present ambassador?

Afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon, Mr. Ambassador.

Good afternoon, Mr. Ambassador. I
just had Mr. Sears on the line.

- No calls from anyone.
- He said it was urgent and I was to remind...

- Press office.
- This is the ambassador.

I want a press conference.
Three o'clock.

Come in.

Oh, my God!

I know that.

No. I'm not giving out any statements
- to him or to anyone else.

It'll only make matters worse.

Make sure that the cable
is non-committal as well.

Yeah.

Let me see it
before you send it.

Gee. Can you believe that?

Some sons of bitches from the
Egyptian opposition party...

want us to endorse their condemnation
of Israel for blowing up the Aswan Dam.

How the hell do we know
Israel's responsible?

- My guess is it's the work of the NLF.
- Who?

The Nubian Liberation Front
- a quasi-Marxist outfit.

They've had a gripe
against Cairo since the

'60s, when the High
Aswan Dam was built.

They claim that it
submerged 50 per cent of

their homeland, which,
of course, it did.

Until now.

How'd you get this information?

One of our Thorn relief teams - they were
on the scene ahead of the Egyptians.

I wanna take a look at that.

It's quite, uh,
unofficial, of course.

I don't have to point out
to you that... if we

can prove it had nothing
to do with Israel...

we could be averting one
mother of a major flare-up.

I'll have to check it
myself. I wouldn't want

to feed the White House
false information.

As to the other matter...

I'm afraid I can't
accept the post.

If I were ambassador
to Great Britain, I'd

have to relinquish my
control over Thorn.

Hell, no! We can take
care of that for you.

- It is against the law.
- Then we'll just have to bend it a little.

But there are two
other conditions.

What?

Well, first...

it could only be for two years, because
of running for the Senate in '84.

And second, I'd want the
presidency of the Youth Council.

- I've already promised that to Foster.
- I realize it's a problem.

The NI... what?

The Nubian Liberation Front.

- Craig.
- Yes, Mr. President.

I've just appointed Mr.
Damien Thorn as our

new ambassador to the
Court of St James.

Have Eisenberg prepare a press
release to that effect.

Right away, Mr. President.

- Craig.
- Yes, Mr. President.

Add to that that I've also
appointed Mr. Thorn...

as president of the United
Nations Youth Council.

- But I thought...
- Just do it... will you?

Well, Damien...

your father would have
been very proud of you.

I appreciate your
sentiments, sir.

Cassiopeia. Right ascension.
One hour, 16 minutes, 12.

Select declination
at 22 degrees...

on an eight-by-four ratio.

Super grid R-3 at
eight diagonal.

- Eight diagonal.
- Increase focal length to max.

- Hold. OK, Tony. Hard copy.
- Right.

Can I see the cell
from June 1953?

(Tony) June 1953...

Right here.

And... December 1928.

- Well, what would you say?
- I'd say I was dreaming.

- And the rate of acceleration?
- A couple of thousand parsecs, minimum!

I'd say we're in for
one hell of a bang.

Oh, no. An alignment,
not a collision.

Let's transfer to the simulator, see if we
can't get an accurate schedule predict.

Right.

Whenever you're ready.

Verbo sanctificatur omnia...

benedictionem tuam effunde
super scuti istas.

Per Christum dominum nostrum.

Amen.

Oh, blessed Saviour...

who hath, through
the confession...

of thy departed servant
Father Spiletto...

revealed unto us the identity of
the Antichrist here on earth.

Grant us thy strength
and guidance...

in our holy mission...

that we may rid the world
of Damien Thorn...

and thus ensure the safety
of thy Second Coming.

Oh, Lord...

bless these seven sacred
knives from Megiddo...

which thou hast seen fit
to return unto us...

that they may serve
their holy purpose...

and destroy the
Prince of Darkness...

even as he seeketh to
destroy thy child of light.

I now call upon each of
you to come forward...

and arm yourselves in
the name of the Lord.

Brother Martin.

Brother Paulo.

Each of us must pray to our Lord
in the silence of his own soul.

Since we are prepared to lay down our lives
in the pursuit of this enterprise...

we must seek final
absolution from God now...

lest we be denied the redemption
of the blessed last sacrament...

at the moment of death.

Above all, we must ask God to grant
us courage, guidance and strength...

as we prepare to do battle with
Satan and his son, the Antichrist.

The exact hour of our Lord's Second
Coming, for which centuries have wept...

has now been revealed to us
by signs in the heavens.

It is imperative that the destruction of
the Antichrist takes place before then...

and we have but a short time
in which to carry it out.

My brothers, remember that these
seven daggers and ourselves...

are all that stand between the son
of Satan and the Son of God...

for they alone can destroy him.

- Can't quite place it, can you?
- No.

Waiter, let me have a
look at the label on

the bottle of wine we're
drinking, will you?

Is he really only 32?

No idea. Shouldn't be surprised.
Americans always seem to think...

they can run before they can
walk. Like their wine, what?

The answer is yes. He's the youngest
ambassador ever appointed by the president.

- Are you part of his staff?
- I'm his private secretary, Harvey Dean.

- Kate Reynolds, British television.
- My wife Barbara.

- How do you do?
- We're fine.

- Lafite-Thorn.
- Must have bought the bugger out!

Mm. Amazing what they can make
with soya beans these days.

- Would you like to meet the ambassador?
- Oh, yes. Yes, I would. Thank you.

Be back in a jiffy.

- Good evening, Mrs. Dean.
- Hello.

- When is the happy event?
- Next week, I hope.

Damien. I'd like you
to meet Kate Reynolds.

Miss Reynolds works for
British television.

She has her own weekly news show.
It's called The World in Vision.

- In Focus.
- Oh, excuse me. The World in Focus.

Or out of focus, as
the case may be.

How do you do, Miss Reynolds? The
Barbara Walters of British television?

On my salary? They don't call us the British
Broadcasting Charity for nothing(!)

Well, that makes two of
us. I'm in the charity

business as well. What
can I do for you?

Actually, I'd like to talk about doing
an interview with you sometime...

concentrating on your
views on youth. I've

heard a lot about them
from my son Peter.

He's only 12, but your ideas have
made a big impression on him.

Excuse me.

The Israeli
ambassador has to go.

Of course. I'd be pleased
to talk to you. Give,

um, Harvey a call.
He'll arrange a time.

- How about Sunday?
- Well, Sundays I usually spend with Peter.

Fine. Bring Peter
along too. Excuse me.

Come on, you two!
You'll get wet!

Mummy, look what
Damien's given me!

- No, you can't.
- He can. He just did.

It's safer with him. If
I have a collision...

we might have some sort of
international crisis on our hands.

I'm not sure you should
spoil him so much.

Well, to tell you the truth,
he's been spoiling me.

It's not every day you get the
chance to be a boy again.

Well...

English weather.

- (Peter) Go on, dog. Go and get it.
- (Damien) Tell me about Peter's father.

(Kate) He died just
after Peter was born.

- Have you never thought of getting married?
- No. I'm too much of a sceptic.

- Oh, yes?
- Besides, I've never really had the time.

Peter's always wanted
me to buy him a dog.

Well, you should. Dogs and
boys go great together.

We've had one of these dogs in
the family since I was a kid.

- They used to march with the Roman army.
- Did they?

They're as old as sin.

- Feel like some lunch?
- Good idea.

Probably realized my
favourite subject is

me, not only because
I'm very beautiful...

I am beautiful!

People from all over the
world came for our actors...

but where are the new ones gonna
train if we haven't got any stages?

And the reason we haven't got stages is
cos people are not going to the theatre!

They are watching television.

You're sitting in a
bar, and at 11 o'clock

they say "You have 10
minutes to drink up."

You've paid a fortune for that drink
and they throw you out in the streets.

"The day of Christ is
at hand" wrote St Paul

in his second letter
to the Thessalonians.

"Yet let no man be deceived..."

for that day shall not come until
the man of sins is revealed...

"the son of perdition,
the Antichrist."

"And be not deceived by him...

for Satan himself is transformed
into an angel of light."

The hour of Christ's
Second Coming draws nigh.

The prophecies
fulfilled one by one.

Right now, my friends, in the
constellation of Cassiopeia...

a holy trinity of stars is converging
to herald our Lord's Second Coming.

"Rejoice, you heavens and you that dwell
in them" commands St John in Revelation.

"But woe to you, sea and
earth, for the devil"

hath come down to you
in great fury...

"knowing that his time is short, and the
Prince of Darkness shall be mighty."

"And he shall flourish
and destroy the mighty."

"And he shall cause craft
to prosper in his hands."

"And by peace shall
he destroy many!"

I followed them through the crowd,
but couldn't get close enough.

He was with a woman and
a boy of about 11.

- Who was the woman?
- She's a television interviewer.

I asked someone who went up
to her for an autograph.

Kate Reynolds. She apparently
is quite some celebrity.

- And the boy?
- Probably her son.

Please, Father, let it be me. Let me be the
bait to flush him out and destroy him.

Thorn and I have made
contact eye to eye.

That is exactly why
it cannot be you.

We have to strike him off guard.

Yet the target must be still... for
the marksman to be sure of his aim.

A sitting target...

- A sleeping target?
- No. His residence is guarded day and night.

- How about the embassy?
- Impossible.

There's our sitting target.

Where?

(Kate) The Israeli
government has denied

responsibility for the
Aswan Dam disaster...

which has so far claimed the lives
of over 50,000 Egyptians...

though many fear that the final death
toll may reach twice that number.

Already typhoid has
broken out among the

country's thousands of
homeless refugees...

It's OK. I'll do it myself. And a
major epidemic seems unavoidable.

The Egyptian government has revealed
that Thorn is supplying soya...

At the centre of Thorn's
global operations is

a man who has become a
legend for his time:

Damien Thorn.

Did you see that woman? It's not a
woman. It's a guy. It's a faggot!

- Dressed up like a woman. It's a faggot!
- They're all God's children, Harvey.

In a career that's already being compared
to that of the late John F Kennedy.

After majoring at Yale, Damien Thorn
came to Oxford as a Rhodes scholar...

where he captained
the Oxford eight to

victory and won the
Westchester Cup at polo.

In 1971 he took over his uncle's
business, Thorn Industries...

and in seven years has turned it into
the world's largest multinational...

producing everything from nuclear
armaments to soya bean food products.

And now, at the age of
32, Damien Thorn has...

Are you lost?

You're not connected with
this programme, are you?

- This is stage eight, isn't it?
- Four.

- Studio eight's the next one along.
- Oh, yes. Thank you.

A brilliant career for one
so young, Mr. Ambassador.

Not when you remember that
Alexander the Great...

was commanding the
Macedonian army at 16.

Of course, that's how
many people view you

as a sort of 20th-century
Alexander...

leading the world out
of the doldrums of

recession into the golden
era of prosperity.

- You've seen too many of our commercials.
- But it is the image you put across.

Well, the image of Thorn as a corporation,
not a personal image of myself.

But yes, it's true. I certainly have
tremendous optimism for the future...

and I wanna see Thorn play a
major part in achieving it.

You have an interest
in young people.

What are your plans as president of
the United Nations Youth Council?

A great many things, but I think
the most important task I have...

is to help young people gain a more
prominent role in world affairs...

than the one we currently afford
them, or rather deny them.

I mean, what is this arrogance that makes
us think that we know better than them?

We call them immature
and naive. "Wait till

you're grown-up. Then
we'll listen to you."

What we really mean is "Wait
till you're grown old."

Then you'll think
the way we do."

And so youth stands aside because it has
no other choice, and we set to work.

We... we ply them with our values, we
indoctrinate them with our mediocrity.

Until finally they emerge from
their brainwashing education...

as so-called fully
fledged citizens...

clipped, impotent,
and above all safe.

Damien!

Grab one of these
extinguishers! Come on!

(man) God!

I need a drink.

I keep seeing that face. How
about you? You want one?

That was an
assassination attempt.

What?

I found this on
the studio floor.

This is one of the seven
knives of Megiddo -

the only thing on earth...
that can kill me.

They were discovered in
Israel when I was a child.

An archaeologist, Bugenhagen, found them.
He gave them to my father to destroy me.

But I had the love of my
true father to protect me.

You said there were seven.
Where are the other six?

That's what we have to find out.

Someone must have dug them up from
the old Thorn Museum in Chicago.

And now they're in the hands
of someone who knows who I am.

And whoever knows who you are
must also know the prophecy.

Get hold of Buher right away. Tell him
to get to Chicago as soon as he can.

Excuse me, sir. The Harley Street Hospital
has just telephoned for Mr. Dean.

Oh, Barbara. I... She went
into labour this afternoon.

Uh...

Can I borrow your car?

Call by the embassy first. Get
hold of Buher right away.

Are you OK, Damien?

"In a statement issued from
the American embassy..."

Ambassador Thorn stated that he was
satisfied that there was no connection...

"between himself and the
unfortunate victim."

Thorn knows it was no accident.

Our priority now is to locate the
holy child as soon as he's born.

Brother Simeon and
Brother Antonio...

I want you to make ready to come with me
tonight to ascertain his birthplace...

for the hour draws near.

The rest of you must wait until we
return before deciding how we proceed.

Our efforts must be strictly
coordinated next time.

We can't afford to
make a second mistake.

- George.
- Yes, Mr. Ambassador?

- I won't be needing anything else tonight.
- Right you are, sir. Good night.

(Damien) My father...

lord of silence, supreme
god of desolation...

who mankind reviles yet
aches to embrace...

strengthen my purpose to save the world
from a second ordeal of Jesus Christ...

and his grubby, mundane creed.

2,000 years have been enough.

Show man instead the
raptures of thy kingdom.

Infuse in him the
grandeur of melancholy...

the divinity of loneliness...

the purity of evil...

the paradise... of pain.

What perverted imagination
has fed man the lie

that hell festers in the
bowels of the earth?

There is only one hell - the leaden
monotony of human existence.

There is only one heaven.

The ecstasy of my
father's kingdom.

Nazarene charlatan, what
can you offer humanity?

Since the hour you vomited forth
from the gaping wound of a woman...

you've done nothing but drown
man's soaring desires...

in a deluge of
sanctimonious morality.

You've inflamed the
pubertal mind of youth

with your repellent
dogma of original sin.

And now you're resolved on denying
him ultimate joy beyond death...

by destroying me!

But you will fail, Nazarene.

As you have always failed.

We were both created
in man's image.

But while you were born
of an impotent god...

I was conceived of a jackal.

Born of Satan, the
desolate one...

the nail...

Your pain on the cross was but a splinter
compared to the agony of my father...

cast out from heaven...

the fallen angel...

banished, reviled...

I would drive deeper the thorns
into your rancid carcass...

you profaner of vices.

Cursed Nazarene.

Satan...

I will avenge thy torment...

by destroying the
Christ for ever.

Father De Carlo,
welcome. Gentlemen.

The simulator has established
the approximate location...

over which the three
stars are to converge.

- How accurate is that?
- To about 50 square kilometres.

Once the alignment has
taken place, we can

narrow it down to the
nearest square meter.

Excuse me, sir. We're
at T minus 500.

The final countdown
is about to start.

There, gentlemen, are
your three stars.

The waiting of 2,000
years... is at an end.

Mr. Ambassador!

Is there any connection between the
accident at the BBC and today's news?

- No.
- What about Schroeder's revelation...

that the Israelis were responsible
for the Aswan Dam disaster?

If it's true, it's a sad
blow to world peace.

Is that an official
condemnation?

I condemn all violence, but
it's too early for that.

The Soviet Union's offered support
to Egypt for retaliation.

- How do you react to that?
- Gentlemen, I have nothing else to say.

Mr. Ambassador, I tried calling you
last night but there was no reply.

Isn't there something we can do
to make up for what happened?

- Like what?
- Well, like, erm...

- Like finishing the interview?
- Well, yes.

All right. But I'd sooner we
did it at my place than yours.

Yours is a little...
dramatic for my taste.

Why not stay on for
dinner afterwards?

- I'd love to.
- All right. I'll have Harvey fix it.

Fine.

No, a boy.

Yeah, he sure is ugly.

Yeah.

All right. Thanks, Paul. Yeah.

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

That was Buher. He just sent over
the NLF report to the White House.

He said it's so full of holes, you
can drive a truck through it.

Thanks for the flowers.
Barbara really appreciated...

And the daggers?

Apparently all seven came up
for auction a few months back.

They were bought by a priest, and he
passed them on to a monastery in Italy.

Subi...

Subiaco. The monastery
of San Benedetto.

Yeah, Subiaco. We've got our
people in Italy working on it.

- Unless something happens, they should...
- It's too late.

They're here in England for
the birth of the Nazarene.

Trying to destroy me
before I destroy them.

He was born last night.
I feel his presence.

Like a virus, a parasite,
feeding on my energy...

trying to drain me of power.

For every day that he
lives and grows...

my force will weaken.

Hide if you must, Nazarene...

but I will hunt you down.

- Why is he just sitting there?
- Waiting for me to follow him.

He must be an idiot if he thinks
you're gonna do something like that.

He knows that's exactly
what I intend to do.

But what if he's got
one of those daggers?

I'll be wasting my
time if he hasn't.

Matteus here. I'm
10 minutes away.

Thorn's about... 500
yards behind me.

Enough!

Enough. It's done.

But it was him! I
saw him! I saw him!

- Sweet Saviour, spare our minds.
- We're possessed!

Spare our minds!

Down there! It's
our only way out!

- It's bricked up!
- It's closed here too.

There is no way out!

We're trapped!

There are still
three daggers left.

But I can't afford to
waste any more time.

The only way to be rid
of the Nazarene...

is to kill every male child in the country
born between midnight and dawn...

on March 24th. How can we be
sure he's in the country?

"And he shall come forth out of the angel
isle." That's what the prophecy says.

One thing pedantic
Christians believe in is

sticking to the letter
of their prophecies.

- How's Barbara?
- Fine.

- And your son?
- Fine. He's fine.

He was born on March
the 23rd, wasn't he?

Yeah, yeah. Sure. He was born 10
minutes before midnight, March 23rd.

(woman) Whenever you're
ready, Mr. Ambassador.

Liquidate the Nazarene.

Me? How?

That's what our people are for.

Now, call a meeting for Sunday. I'll
make my own way there after the hunt.

Chin up, old boy.

Oh, thank you, my dear. I've been waiting
for this drink since the last meet.

Stay close to Susan at the back, and
don't go showing off to Damien.

- Don't worry. You'll still get blooded.
- What does blooded mean?

You know perfectly
well what it means.

If it's your first
hunt and they catch a

fox, they smear blood
all over your cheeks.

- Satisfied?
- (Whistle)

Take care.

Well, Mr. Ambassador, you've got
the fastest horse in the hunt.

And it's a lovely
morning for you.

OK, boys.

Aagh!

Take him.

Aagh!

Damien!

Damien, did you catch one?

The hounds didn't leave too
many souvenirs, but, uh...

I saved some of the blood.

Can you blood me? Does it count?

It does with me.

Disciples of the watch...

I stand before you...

in the name of the
one true god...

who was cast out from
heaven but is alive...

in me.

Do you hear me?

(all) We hear and obey.

We hear and obey.

I now command you...

to seek out and destroy
the Nazarene child.

Slay the Nazarene...

and I shall reign for ever.

Fail...

and I perish.

Slay the Nazarene...

and you, my disciples...

shall truly inherit this earth.

Fail...

and you will perish
without trace.

Slay the Nazarene...

and you will know the violent
raptures of my father's kingdom.

Fail...

and you will be condemned
to a numbing eternity...

in the flaccid bosom of Christ.

Do you hear me?

(all) We hear and obey.

Disciples of the watch...

there must be no delay.

Slay the Nazarene...

and the victory will be ours...

now... and for ever more.

Do you hear me?

(all) We hear. We hear.

We hear. We hear.

We're going for a
walk now, aren't we?

With Auntie Carol, hey?

- Barbara!
- Oh, hi. I'll be with you in just a minute.

There you go. All wrapped up.

- Harvey!
- Yeah?

I'm just going shopping with Carol.
I'm gonna take Junior with me, OK?

Listen, don't forget to pick up
my stuff from the cleaner's.

- No, I won't. I'll see you later.
- Bye.

Peterson? Harvey Dean.

I said "I'm not paying you that much.
You've only been here for two hours."

- What do you expect me to say?
- You've got such a nerve.

The Brookman family
at 23 Ormsby Road...

Sefton Park, Liverpool.

Listen, Peterson, I don't give a shit how
you feel about this! Just do the job!

OK.

Now... Sefton Park, Liverpool.

And the boy's name
is Christopher.

Kirkby Towers.

Kirkby 14.

Boy's name is Alexander David.

OK?

By Tuesday night.

Right.

Blake? Dean.

Why don't you and Harvey
come over for a meal?

Yeah. OK. That's nice.

I'll call you later. Bye.

We'll soon be home and you can have
something nice to eat. Are you hungry?

Who's a good boy, then?

Can you hear me?

Oh, no!

(Carol) No!

- Name this child...
- Alexander David.

I baptise you Alexander David...

in the name of the
Father and of the Son...

and of the Holy Spirit.

We receive this child into the
congregation of Christ's flock...

and sign him with the
sign of the cross.

Morning, missis. We've come to
do our good deed for the day.

We're devoting the first
part of our programme...

to a disturbing
phenomenon that's been

puzzling both doctors
and police this week.

The mysterious deaths of numbers of
babies in the kind of circumstances...

that coroners are fond of
terming "misadventure".

At the turn of the century,
the infant mortality

rate stood at a
staggering 34 per cent.

In 1945 it dropped
to 16 per cent.

And nowadays it's been cut back to under
two per cent. That is, until last week.

In Greater London, 17 babies have
died in the last seven days...

with a further 14 deaths reported from
Glasgow, Birmingham, Manchester...

Leeds and Liverpool. These may
not sound unduly high figures...

but nationwide they represent a
chilling 15 to 20 per cent increase...

in the mortality rate. Harvey...

- Details are still sketchy at the moment.
- It's just a coincidence, that's all.

Except one - in every case the
victim has been a baby boy.

To throw further light on the subject,
I have with me Dr. Richard Philmore...

from the Ministry of Health
and Social Security.

- Tell me, what explanation do you have?
- Barbara?

It's too soon for us to
make any statement...

but I'd like to correct you on
a point that you just made.

It really is quite inaccurate to
speak of a 20 per cent rise...

in the infant
mortality rate index.

Our statistics are based on annual
averages and not on weekly fluctuations.

But surely you admit there's
been an unexplained increase

in the deaths among baby
boys over the last week?

A rise, but nothing
compared to the rise you'd

expect to find during,
say, a flu epidemic.

Surely, Dr. Philmore, we're not
talking about a flu epidemic.

We're talking about household
burns, drownings...

car accidents, suffocation,
food poisonings, electrocution.

Scotland Yard has assured
us that in their

opinion there is no
question of foul play...

in any of the mortalities reported.
Forgive me if I speak bluntly...

but your kind of scaremonger reporting
is the kind of behaviour...

that brings the media
into bad repute.

- Night, Miss Reynolds.
- Night, Bill.

Miss Reynolds.

I need to talk to you urgently.

It's about your programme
about the deaths.

A protest march of one.
How disappointing.

On the contrary, I congratulate
you on your perceptiveness.

Well?

- May we go inside?
- I'm sorry, erm...

- Father De Carlo.
- I've had a long day, Father.

If you call my secretary,
she'll make an appointment.

I told you, I need to
talk to you urgently.

OK. But, erm, please
keep your voice down.

My son's asleep.

"Then Herod sent forth and slew all the
children that were in Bethlehem..."

and in all the coasts thereof...

according to the time of
the birth of Jesus...

"which he had diligently
inquired of the wise men."

What are you talking about?

You stated that the common factor
about these killings is...

that all the victims
have been baby boys.

But there is another
common factor.

All the boys were born between midnight
and 6am on the morning of March 24th.

Every child that's still living born
between those hours is in mortal danger...

if he has not already been killed. Are
you suggesting they've been murdered?

No, no, I am not. I am
stating it as a fact.

- Who on earth would do such a thing?
- He is born again, Miss Reynolds.

And so is the Antichrist.
The son of Satan.

As foretold in the
Book of Revelation.

I'm sorry, Father. Look, I do respect
your faith, but I don't share it.

- You are not a practising Christian?
- No, I'm a practising journalist.

One rule of journalism is
to be a doubting Thomas.

I need to see evidence
with my own two eyes.

Right.

Here is your evidence.

Check them for yourself.

Copies of the dead boys' birth certificates
from the central registry office.

In every case, the child was born
on the morning of March 24th.

Even if I can't appeal to your
faith, I appeal to your logic.

Why else would someone want to destroy
all children born on that date...

were it not in an effort to
destroy one child in particular?

That child is our blessed
Saviour, Jesus Christ, reborn.

Thus fulfilling his promise
that, at the end of times...

he shall come again to deliver
the world from the Antichrist.

And who exactly is
this... Antichrist?

The American ambassador,
Damien Thorn.

That's ridiculous! I
know Damien Thorn.

You may know the man.
Do you know his soul?

Miss Reynolds, I am a
religious man, not a fanatic.

One of the commandments
of my faith is...

that we shall not bear false
witness against any man.

If I had one shred of doubt
about Damien Thorn...

my faith would command
me to remain silent.

But I've watched him
now for 27 years...

ever since his father came to our
monastery to seek help in destroying him.

I've watched him grow
from a boy into a man...

seen him exterminate all
those who stood in his way.

Very well. You know
Thorn, the man.

I'll leave you with
our research on him.

But you must satisfy yourself
before reaching your opinion.

And when you have done so, I would urge
that you contact me as soon as possible...

at this address.

Here.

Day or night.

I, erm...

I can't promise you
anything, Father.

You say I know only Thorn,
the man - not his soul.

But if I don't even know my own
soul, how can I see into his?

Only God can show you that.

There is, however, one sign that
identifies him as the Antichrist.

You will find it in the Book
of Revelation, as I told you.

You will also find
it on Thorn himself.

Under his hair.

Here.

The birthmark of the devil.

6... 6... 6.

I'll let myself out. Good
night, Miss Reynolds.

And may God guide your decision.

The Israelis are onto Schroeder.

We've got to eliminate him - now! Before
they have a chance to make him talk.

Then do it.

But we can't get close to him.
They've got him in Tel Aviv.

- Damien, you're the only one that can do it.
- You can handle it.

- I just told you. We can't get...
- And I told you...

that every day the Nazarene
lives, my force would weaken.

- Now, how many boys are left?
- Three or four.

- Including your son?
- Now, wait a minute.

I've already told you,
he was born March 23rd.

- Now you gotta believe me.
- I'll believe you when the Nazarene is dead.

Yes?

Who is this?

It's Kate Reynolds' son. He's
calling from a coin box.

- But How'd he get this number?
- I gave it to him.

Hello, Peter?

Good. Now, listen carefully. I want
you to follow him wherever he goes...

and make sure he
doesn't see you, OK?

Yeah, and call me as
soon as you find out.

All right.

Be careful, Damien. His mother was
on the phone earlier this morning.

- She wants to see you.
- Why didn't you tell me?

- I wanna talk to her.
- Because she's dangerous.

I decide who's dangerous and who
isn't. Now, get her on the phone...

and tell her I wanna see
her tomorrow at the house.

And don't mention Peter.

Hi, honey! I'm home!

What are you doing in here?

Don't you come anywhere
near him, you murderer!

Murderer? What are
you talking about?

You lay one finger on him,
and I'll butcher you...

just like you've butchered
all these other children.

A priest came by today. He came to warn
me that Damien Thorn is the Antichrist...

and he'll murder my
baby, like he's killed

these others that were
born on the same day.

- You believe some religious maniac?
- No!

I found the proof myself!

You don't know what you've done.

(Kate) I once hosted a programme,
And Now For The Good News...

which won an RTA
award. (Thorn) Really?

For the lowest audience
viewing figure of the year.

Yet now I'm reporting
death and destruction,

and my shows gone to the
top of the ratings.

- Everyone loves a mystery.
- I think it goes deeper than that.

We might aspire after good, but our
real fascination lies with evil.

- Don't you agree?
- Not really.

Most people confuse evil with their
own trivial lusts and perversions.

Now, true evil is as
pure as innocence.

Then what is evil?

Come on.

- I'll show you where Old Nick hangs out.
- Old who?

Old Nick.

He's down there somewhere, lurking
in the shadows, ready to pounce.

He must be at least 40 by now.

We first met when
I was about four.

We've been old
friends ever since.

You know Old Nick is the name
for the devil in England?

Of course I know. But it's
a great name for a pike.

Do you believe in God?

I think you know the answer
to that question already.

- Look, there it goes!
- Where?

Down there.

Damien! Help me!

Damien! I can't...

Help me!

Well, that should fit you.

I feel like a moth...

that's flown too
close to the flame.

But who is the moth...

and who's the flame?

Don't stop, Damien.

Don't stop.

Please don't stop.

What's the matter?
What's the matter?

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

You wanna see what I see?

I want you, Damien.

You're hurting me.

Birth is pain. Death is pain.

Beauty is pain.

Damien?

Damien?

Damien?

Damien.

- Was Schroeder on the Thorn payola or not?
- No statement.

- Can't we talk to Ambassador Thorn?
- The ambassador is unavailable.

- He's not even here.
- Where is he?

When he is ready to make a
statement, we will let you know.

Damien, I thought you
were up at the house.

The press are going
crazy for a statement.

I can hold 'em off until I've talked
to Buher, but you're gonna have to...

What was De Carlo doing
at your house yesterday?

Who?

Now, come on, Dean.
Just give me the truth.

I'm telling the truth. I've never
heard of De Carlo before in my life.

Peter.

- Go ahead, Peter.
- "At half past three yesterday afternoon..."

I saw the priest called De Carlo
go to 144 Abbey Crescent...

"where he spent an hour and 22 minutes
talking to the wife of Mr. Dean."

Damien... look, I...

I didn't know he was a priest.

- I didn't know Barbara would...
- Kill your son!

What?!

There's only one boy left, and that's
your son. Destroy him... or be destroyed.

Damien, for the love of God!

"And God said unto Abraham:."

Take now thy son,
thine only Isaac...

"whom thou lovest, and offer
him for a burnt offering."

Now, if Abraham was willing to slay his
own son for the love of his god...

why won't you do the same
for mine? You're all crazy.

Crazy.

Aren't you gonna stop him?

There's no need.

Go on! Go away!

Go on!

There, now. It's
OK, honey. He...

Barbara! Barbara! Start packing!

Barbara?

Barbara! Barbara!

Barbara!

Aagh!

(man) Ten o'clock, Miss Reynolds.
Locking up in five minutes.

Coming.

Miss Reynolds.

- What are you doing here?
- You saw him, didn't you?

You know Thorn is the Antichrist,
so why are you protecting him?

Either you get out of here
or I'll call security.

Your son... Where is he?

- He's in bed and asleep, of course.
- He is not.

Your son is with Damien Thorn.

In body and soul. Your son has
become an apostle of the Antichrist.

You think Peter's been at
school for the past three days?

Check with the school if
you don't believe me.

He's been working for Thorn,
conspiring to murder the holy child.

They won't succeed.

The holy child is beyond
his powers now. He's safe.

But your child is not. There is only one
way to save your son, Miss Reynolds.

And that's by destroying
the Antichrist.

- Are you asking me?
- No. No, Miss Reynolds.

That is to be my sacred task.

But if you value your son's immortal
soul, you must help me to carry it out.

(man) Hurry along, Miss
Reynolds. We're locking up.

I'll be out in a moment.

- I'm going home to my son.
- Then I beg you to let me come with you.

There will be no time to lose
when you find he's not there.

Please.

You think you've won, do you?

You watched me slay a hundred children
and never lifted a finger to save them.

"Suffer the little children to come unto
me." Your words, Nazarene, not mine.

(Damien) Oh, Satan,
the victory is thine.

All praise to thee, for thou hast
delivered this child unto me...

that I may be brought face
to face with the Nazarene...

at last.

Now, Peter, listen to me
and listen carefully.

The Christian faith has ten
commandments. I have only one.

Say it now and we two
shall become as one.

- I love you.
- Beyond all others.

- Beyond all others.
- Beyond life itself.

No, Peter. Don't say it.

Give me back my son...

and I will lead you to the
Christ child. Where is he?

Give me back Peter first
and I'll take you to him.

Very well. You shall lead us both to the
Nazarene, and then Peter shall be yours.

- No, Damien! It's a trick!
- Not if she wants her son back, it isn't.

All right.

If you can help me...

help me now.

(Kate) No!

Peter!

Peter? Oh, Peter, dearest!

- No.
- Where is your god now, priest?

I'm here, Nazarene!

Where are you?

You hear me?

Face me!

Face me!

(echoes) It's time!

Show yourself!

I know you're here!

Come out and face me!

You bastard!

Nazarene...

You have won...

nothing.