All language subtitles for 05 The Omen - Horror 2006 Eng Subs [H246-mp4]

05 The Omen - Horror
2006 Eng Subs [H246-mp4]

Avanti.

La cometa.

Ho capito.

Tom, it's Robert.

I need you to fill in for me. Kate's gone
into labour and there are complications.

- Signore...
- Va bene, va bene.

Mr Thorn.

- Is she all right?
- She's resting.

And the child?

The child is dead.

She does not know.

It was... everything to her.

A child.

Mr Thorn, your wife...

There was damage to the womb.
She might not be able to...

She might not be able to what?

Oh.

You love her very much.

Then you must accept God's plan.

He is quite beautiful.

I knew the mother well.
Healthy in every way.

- And the family?
- No family.

The mother died, as
your own child...

in the same hour.

And our child...

May I see the... body?

What's to be gained? Give
your love to the living.

For the sake of your
wife, Mr Thorn.

God will forgive this
little deception.

And for the sake of this child.

On this night, Mr Thorn,

God has given you a son.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Who's that?

That's our son.

He's perfect.

Hey.

I love you.

I love you too.

No, it's good, it really is.

What is it?

Come on. Big blow.

Thank you so much.

Hi, Mike.

Afternoon, Mrs Thorn.
How's young Damien?

Oh, he's fine. Is
my husband around?

Yes, ma'am. He's expecting you.

- Mr Ambassador.
- Troy.

Hi, Steven.

- Hi, Kathy. It's great to see you.
- You too.

I've gotta run. I'll let
Robert tell you the good news.

- OK. Bye.
- Bye, Kathy.

What good news?

How was your Italian lesson?

Ti piacerebbe andare in barca a vela?
Perché mi hanno rubato I'orologio.

That's very good. I'll
have to remember that

next time my watch is
stolen on a sailing trip.

All right. I'm on book one.

Well, the good news is that you
might not have to open book two.

E perché?

Steven's been made
ambassador to Great Britain.

Wow.

That's great.

We're going with him, Kate.
He's made me deputy.

Oh, my God.

Robert...

London... That's wonderful!

I'm number two now. I
couldn't wait to tell you.

It's gonna be great, Kate.

What's going on up there?

Traffic.

Well? Do you like it?

It's big.

Big. Bad big?

Uh...

Big big.

It reminds me of
Steven's place in Italy.

What's that mean?

Nothing.

I thought you would like it.

Sorry.

Sometimes it feels as if I'm
stepping over Steven's corpse.

Hey.

You got this job
because you earned it.

Really?

Nothing to do with the fact that
I'm the president's godson?

Two senators and the president's sister
wanted that job, but he gave it to you.

What does that tell you?

That I love you.

- So we'll take it.
- Do I have a choice?

- No.
- Didn't think so.

It is big.

A little bit.

Hello?

Damien?

Damien?!

No...

Damien... Damien!

Boo!

Oh...

Don't... don't ever
do that again!

Did I scare you, Mommy?

I didn't mean to.

I know.

I know. I'm sorry. I was
just worried about you.

- Ready? Come on, Damien, big breath...
- Three, two, one...

Great.

Excuse me. I'Il be right back.

- I can take him.
- Um... OK.

Thanks.

(woman) Damien!

Damien!

Look at me, Damien.

It's all for you, Damien.

It's all for you.

It's OK, pal.

It's OK.

(man) Here he is.

- Have you read the papers today, Mr Thorn?
- No, I'm afraid I haven't.

There's an article
about the suicide.

I'm here to welcome the
Saudi ambassador...

- Was she on drugs?
- Excuse me.

Will the suicide affect your
performance as ambassador?

Gentlemen, this way, please.

It's all right.

Are you OK?

I'm very sorry. Please, send me
the bill. I'll cover the charges.

It's all right, sir. Let's
just say you owe me one.

- Robert?
- Hm?

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

The tabloids are having a field
day with the nanny situation.

I know. Let it go.
It'll all blow over.

I think we should issue
a statement at least.

Tom, please. Let it
go this time, OK?

Excuse me, sir. A Father Brennan is
waiting downstairs at reception.

- Who?
- Father Brennan. The priest from Rome.

Huh.

Did he say what it was about?

He called several times yesterday.
He said it was personal and urgent.

(Tom) Want me to handle this?

No. No, I got this.

Father Brennan.

Robert Thorn.

What can I do for you?

We haven't much time, Mr Thorn.

Time for what?

We must accept the Lord Jesus
Christ as our saviour.

Accept him now. Ask
for his forgiveness.

Take Holy Communion, Mr Thorn. Drink
of his blood, eat of his flesh.

For only when he is within you
can you defeat the devil's son.

I'm sorry, Father, I...

Accept responsibility,
Mr Thorn. You did it.

You let them do it.

I think there's been
some mistake...

He's killed before.
He'll kill again.

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

Forgive me, Father, but I really
should get back to work. Sorry.

I was at the hospital, Mr Thorn.

The night your son was born.

I...

I participated.

I witnessed... the birth.

I beg of you, please, Mr Thorn.

What do you want?

I want to save you, Mr Thorn.

So Christ will save me

and rescue me from
eternal damnation.

What do you know about my son?

Everything.

I saw its mother.

- You saw my wife.
- No. I saw its mother.

You're referring to my wife.

Its mother, Mr
Thorn. Its mother.

- OK, that's enough. Sergeant...
- His mother is a jackal!

(marine) Yes, sir.

Everything all right,
Mr Ambassador?

Yes, Travis. Please escort this
gentleman out of the building.

Yes, sir.

You must accept the Lord Jesus each and
every day, Mr Thorn. Drink his blood.

It is the only way, Mr Thorn.

- How's the nanny search coming?
- Frustrating.

- No one you like?
- Not really.

- Well, maybe we don't need one.
- What does that mean?

Nothing. Just maybe we don't need
a nanny. You're not working...

I'm trying to raise our
child. That's work.

I'm here with him every
minute. You're not.

All I'm saying is maybe
we don't need a nanny.

Give you and Damien
a chance to bond.

Now Damien and I don't bond.

That's not what I meant, Kate.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Can we start over, please?

I'm sorry you had a bad day.

Mine wasn't exactly
uneventful either.

Can we call it a draw?

I'm sorry.

Come here.

- Hon?
- Yeah?

- There's something that I think I...
- Excuse me.

- Yes, Mrs Horton?
- Mrs Baylock is here.

I thought I was
done for the day.

- Shall I show her in?
- Yes, please.

Good afternoon, Mr Thorn.

- Hello.
- Pleasure to meet you.

- This is my wife Katherine.
- Mrs Thorn.

- Please.
- Thank you.

If I may say, I realise this must
be a difficult time for you.

I'm genuinely sorry
for your loss.

You know, sometimes the younger
girls, away from their families...

Well, the job can
be hard on them.

But, you know, for me caring for
children has been the joy of my life.

I've really been so
lucky. I love my job.

- I don't think I have your résumé.
- Oh...

The agency sometimes forgets,
with all the girls they send out.

This isn't the first time.

Here it is. I sometimes
bring an extra copy.

I've been raising children for
almost 40 years now, Mrs Thorn.

I helped my own mother raise my brothers
and sisters - I was the eldest -

and I guess the habit
sort of stuck.

I'm not the parent, and
I never forget that.

But I am an extra pair of hands

and a responsible substitute
when you're out of the house.

May I see the boy?

He's beautiful.

I'll just be right back.

Hello, Damien.

I'm Mrs Baylock.

Don't be afraid. I'm
here to protect you.

- (Robert) Kate!
- I'm coming.

Mrs Baylock?

Where's Damien? I asked you to
have him dressed and ready.

I'm afraid he's a bit
under the weather.

He was fine a minute ago.

I was concerned about him last
night. He didn't sleep well.

I think he might be coming
down with something.

And it's such a long ceremony. I
really don't think it's a good idea.

Mrs Baylock, have my son dressed
and in the car in five minutes.

What's wrong, sweetie?

Hey.

It's just a church, that's all.

I know how you feel, kiddo.

Robert...

You OK, tiger?

Is he sick?

Damien, what's wrong?

Damien?

Damien, stop it!

Damien, stop it now!

No!

Damien, stop it!

Go! Drive the car! Go, now!

Home, please, David.

Hold still.

Maybe we should call a doctor.

No, it's not that bad.

No, I mean for Damien.

He's fine, Kate.

That boy has never been
sick a day in his life.

I know.

It's strange, isn't it?

What, that he's healthy?

It's unusual, Robert.

Other kids get colds,
runny noses, the flu...

But Damien...

Nothing. Not once.

It's not just my imagination.

He's strange.

- It's...
- What?

It's different.

He's different.

Now why would you think
something like that? Hm?

He's just a little boy, Kate.

He got scared, that's all.

I'm gonna go to bed.

OK.

Easy.

Easy, boy.

Quiet down.

This is the master of the house.

Mrs Baylock, what is this?

- Sir?
- This dog.

We found him outside.

- Who said you could bring a dog in here?
- I'm sorry, sir. Did he scare you?

- That's not the point...
- He'll be a good watchdog, sir.

Believe me, you'll be grateful
on those long trips away.

Mrs Baylock, when and if we need
a dog, I'll pick one out myself.

Thank you.

Damien has grown quite
fond of him, sir.

Tomorrow morning you'll call the
RSPCA and have him removed.

Do you understand?

Come on.

Good night, Mr Thorn.

So, how's the new
nanny working out?

She seems good. But
so did the last one.

I know the two of you were
there... when the other girl...

With your kids. I
hope they're OK.

- They're fine. Really.
- Yeah, they're fine.

(teacher) Come along, children.
Stay close together.

Damien.

Damien?

Hey.

Damien?

What's the matter? Those other
kids didn't wanna play with you?

They're afraid.

Let's go look at the birds.

Let's do that.

Hi.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

How's Damien?

What's wrong?

Did something
happen today, Kate?

We went to the zoo...

with all the other children.

There's something about Damien.

He's so far away.

Some thing's not right.

I must be a terrible person for
even thinking such things.

No. No.

Kate...

I need to talk to someone.

OK. OK.

What can I do, baby?

I need to talk to someone.

OK.

Tomorrow, Mr Thorn. One o'clock.
Bishop's Park, by the bridge.

Just five minutes and
you'Il never see me again.

Your wife's in grave danger.
She'Il die if you don't come.

Damien?

Are you OK?

Damien?

All right, you've got your five
minutes. Now tell me why I'm here.

"When the Jews return to Zion
And a comet rips the sky,."

When the Holy Roman Empire
rises, Then you and I must die.

From the eternal sea he rises,
Creating armies on either shore,

"Turning man against his brother,
Till man exists no more."

You said my wife was in danger.

Go to the town of Megiddo in
the walled city of Jezreel.

There lives a man
named Bugenhagen.

He alone can describe
how the child must die.

What child? What are
you talking about?

Your son, Mr Thorn.
The son of the devil.

I came here because you
said my wife was in danger.

She's pregnant.

- That's impossible.
- That's what they told you, Mr Thorn.

He will not allow the
child to be born. He'll

kill it while it
slumbers in the womb.

He'll kill the unborn child and
then he'Il kill your wife.

And then, when he's certain
to inherit all that you have,

then, Mr Thorn...
then he'Il kill you.

- That's enough.
- He has to die, Mr Thorn.

You must act now, or
all will be lost.

Go to the town of Megiddo. See
Bugenhagen, before it's all too late.

Now you listen to me.

I don't know who you
are or what you want,

but stay away from my
family. Understand?

I don't want to see or
hear from you ever again.

You'll see me in hell, Mr Thorn.

We'll spend eternity together.

Damien, could you
please stop that?

Damien.

Mrs Baylock!

- What's wrong?
- That noise is driving me crazy.

Mrs Baylock!

Yes, ma'am?

Could you please take
him out of here?

He's playing quietly, Kate.

I said take him out of here.

Yes, ma'am.

Come along, Damien.
Mummy's not feeling well.

We'll go take a walk.

How's the therapy coming?

Can't you tell?

Dr Greer wants to
speak with you.

About what?

Kate?

We have a problem, Robert.

I'm pregnant.

What?

I'm having an abortion.

- Kate, listen, we should talk about this.
- No.

I am not having any
more children.

I want it out of me.

Look, Mr Thorn, this session
was Katherine's idea,

so I encourage you
to speak freely.

Well, Kate's been under a lot of
pressure recently with our son Damien.

Things have been...

difficult.

I suppose that's why she doesn't like
the idea of having another child.

She's certainly having
a hard time coping.

So much so that she's developed what
I call delusional rationalisations.

Like what?

Well, she fantasises that
Damien is evil, for instance.

What do you mean, evil?

Forget about that, Mr
Thorn. It's just a fantasy.

She also fantasises that
he's not really hers.

- She told you that?
- It's just inside her head.

Do you believe in God, Dr Greer?

Excuse me?

God.

Do you believe?

Mr Thorn, my beliefs really don't
have anything to do with this.

Look, Mr Thorn, if you
want to help your wife,

you really must
consider an abortion.

We're not having an abortion.

We need this child.

Damien!

Damien...

please help.

- Ambassador Thorn.
- How is she?

She'Il recover, but she has a concussion,
broken collarbone and internal bleeding.

- Internal bleeding?
- That's our biggest worry at the moment.

She's pregnant.

I'm afraid not.

She lost the child?

Yes.

Robert.

What is it, babe?

(very quietly) Please
don't let him kill me.

What?

Don't let him kill me.

Hello?

Mr Ambassador? My
name's Keith Jennings.

- Who?
- I'm a photographer. You broke my camera.

- How did you get this number?
- No, no, please don't hang up.

This is not about the camera,
it's about you... and a priest.

A Brennan, a Father Brennan.

You were seen with him moments
before he was killed.

(Jennings) You see
anything unusual?

- No.
- Look, here. Look. See?

There.

I know, I know. I didn't think
much of it either at first.

Thought it was just
a bad roll of film.

But then it happened
again. Here. You see?

That's on another roll.

And then again on
the digital files.

There. That's digital.
That's another camera.

Here we go.

Our friend Father Brennan.

Look at this. Here.

And here's one I snapped
ten days later.

- Same thing.
- Yeah.

Only much more pronounced on this one,
actually making contact with the body.

The rest...

of course, is history.

I know.

I didn't get it either.

Which is why I started digging.

The coroner's report showed that
Brennan was riddled with cancer.

He was high on morphine
most of the time,

injecting himself two
or three times a day.

- He knew he was dying.
- Apparently.

He said... he wanted to
be forgiven by Christ.

No atheists in foxholes, eh?

Here we go.

Now, externally his body
was completely normal -

apart from one small item on
the inside of the left thigh.

Here.

What is it?

That's three sixes.

Six hundred and sixty-six.

- A tattoo?
- No.

The biopsy showed that
that was a birthmark.

Come with me.

The best is yet to come.

He lived here?

Yes.

If you can call it living.

These are all pages from the
Bible. Thousands of them.

Every inch of wall
space is covered.

And crucifixes...

Hundreds of crucifixes.

I'd say he was trying to keep
something out, wouldn't you?

He was obviously
out of his mind.

Was he?

The first thing I
found was his diary.

Only it's not so much
about him as about you.

And it's a little obsessive.

Notes on whenever
you left the house,

where you went, where you ate,
your speaking engagements...

- Can I see that?
- Yes, certainly.

You'll see that the last
entry says you were

scheduled to meet him
in Bishop's Park...

the same day that he died.

However, the really
interesting items are here.

If we're ever gonna get to the bottom
of this, this is where we begin.

The first is a clipping from
some astrology magazine,

a report of an
unusual phenomenon.

It's a comet in the shape
of a glowing star,

much like the Star of
Bethlehem 2,000 years ago -

only this one happened a little closer
to home, on the European continent,

just five years ago.

June 6, to be exact.

I assume that date rings a bell.

Yes.

Yeah. Then you'Il recognise
the second clipping,

which is a birth announcement
from a newspaper in Rome -

again, five years ago,
sixth day, sixth month.

Was your son born at 6am?

My son is dead.

I don't know whose
son I'm raising.

Well, if you don't mind, Mr Thorn, I'd
like to try and help you find that out.

No.

It's my problem.

No. No, no, no, please,
please. You're wrong.

You see, it's also my problem.

See, when I first came into this room with
the police, I took a number of photos

and I happened to catch a reflection
of myself in this mirror here.

Take a look.

That's rather an unusual
effect, isn't it?

All right.

Let's go. Get your stuff.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I'm sorry, I have to.

No. Hey, hey, hey.

Shh...

I'm so scared.

Kate, there's nothing
to be scared of.

Nothing.

I promise.

- Non è questo.
- L'Ospedale dei cappuccini.

That's not it.

Era vecchio, di mattoni.
Me lo ricordo bene.

It's the right address.

Ah! Può essere per
I'incendio, molti anni fa.

Cos'è successo?

C'è stato un incendio terribile e tutto
il vecchio ospedale è andato bruciato.

Apparently there was a terrible
fire. The old hospital burned down.

Cinque anni fa. Molti morti.

Five years ago.

Molti morti.

Many dead.

Scusi, sorella. Mi può aiutare?

The fire started in the hall
of records in the basement.

It went up like a torch.
Shot up the stairwells.

The third floor
became an inferno.

The third floor.

The maternity ward.

There was a priest, um... A very
tall man. He was in charge.

- Spiletto.
- Yes.

That's his name. That's him.

Do you know where he is now?

A monastery...

in Subiaco.

Subiaco.

Grazie, sorella. Mille grazie.

Grazie.

I haven't found this
poem you talked about,

but I have a good
idea where it's from.

It seems to be a composite
of prophesies from

the Bible, from Daniel,
from Revelation,

whereby the time of the Antichrist is
heralded by the Jews returning to Israel.

That's the poem.

"When the Jews return to Zion",

and... something about a comet.

That's here.

"A great star blazing like a
torch fell from the sky."

Now, these are signs, together
with the rise of the Roman Empire,

which signify the birth
of the Antichrist.

As we know, the Jews
have returned to Zion.

We've seen evidence...

of a comet.

The rise of the
Roman Empire is...

The Treaty of Rome.
The European Union.

Revelation 13: "And I stood
upon the sand of the sea"

and saw a beast rise
up out of the sea."

That's the poem: "From the eternal sea he
rises, creating armies on either shore."

Now, the sea bear with me.
The sea in this context

has been interpreted as
representing politics -

the sea which eternally rages with
conflict, with turmoil, with revolution.

Politics.

"From the eternal sea
he rises" - the devil's

child shall rise from
the world of politics.

They chose you, Robert.

Father Spiletto.

My name is Robert Thorn.

We met in Rome.

You remember me?

There was a child.

I need to know where he's from.

I'm afraid it's no use.

You said you knew his
mother. Where is she now?

- Please, sir.
- Where is she?

I must insist.

You confessed to them.

Now confess to me.

Where is she now?

Cervet...

- What does it mean?
- Cerveteri.

It's an old cemetery
from the Etruscan time.

Ripa Sant'Angelo.

Where is this place?

Where is it?

You'll find it on a map.

It is perhaps 50
kilometres north of Rome.

Robert.

Here.

Look at the date.

June 6, five years
ago. Mother and child.

"Maria Avedici Santoya."

Damien's mother.

But if that's her,
then who's the child?

Hand me that iron.

Try to free up those edges.

It's coming.

Ugh...

What the fuck is this?

The priest...

He said its mother was a...

Was a what?

- The other one.
- What for? There's nothing there.

What if there is? Maybe
he's alive somewhere.

- Who?
- My son.

Oh, God...

They killed him.

They took him from her...

and they killed him.

Come on.

Let's go! Go!

- (fabric rips)
- Aargh!

Excuse me.

I'm the family nanny. Here
to spread a bit of cheer.

I just gave her her night-time
meds. She's barely awake.

I understand. I wonder if I could
see her, just for a few minutes?

No, I'm sorry, but I can't.

Her son picked these out himself. He'd
be heartbroken if she didn't get them.

I promised him.

I'm not sure if he should
see her like this.

OK. I'll park him over here.

There you go.

I'll be back in a
minute, sweetie.

Mm...

Ah, pretty.

Hi.

It's only me. Don't be afraid.

We have to find the town
Father Brennan mentioned.

- Megiddo.
- Right. I'll get hold of some maps.

Come on. Come on, pick
up the goddamn phone.

Shh...

No...

- No... No...
- Shh... Good girl.

Almost there.

Come along, sweetie. All done.

Hello?

Tom. Listen, I just tried...

Are you with Kate?

But I just...

No, she...

Look at his little hands.

- Drink his blood!
- (Thunderclap)

What the hell happened to you?

Did you fall asleep?

Yeah.

No wonder you've
been staying awake.

I found out about the
town of Megiddo.

It's derived from the word
"Armageddon" - the end of the world.

It's underground, just
south of Jerusalem.

There's an excavation going on
there - some American university.

I don't suppose you
remember that name?

Bugenhagen.

Bugenhagen?

That was his name.

I remember the poem, too.

"When the Jews return to Zion."

And a comet fills the sky,

And the Holy Roman Empire
rises, Then you and I must die.

From the eternal sea he rises,
Creating armies on either shore,

Turning man against
his brother...

"Till man exists no more."

Kate's dead.

I want Damien dead as well.

Bugenhagen?

That little priest, Brennan.

Is he dead yet?

Yes.

Then we have work to do. Come.

(Bugenhagen) It must be done on hallowed
ground. In the grounds of a church.

The blood must be spilled
on the altar of God.

Each knife must be
buried up to the hilt,

and then set so as to
form the sign of a cross.

The first knife is the
most important...

for it extinguishes physical life
and sets the centre of the cross.

The subsequent knives extinguish
spiritual life and radiate outwards.

This is a child we're
talking about.

A small boy who I've
raised as my own son.

He's not your son! He's a beast! He's
evil incarnate. Don't you forget that.

- What if you're wrong? What if he isn't?
- I'm not wrong!

- How do I know that?
- God, look...

He bears a birthmark.

A sequence of sixes.

So says the Bible. As do
all the apostles of Satan.

- No. He doesn't have it.
- He must have it!

I bathe him. I know
every inch of his body.

He doesn't have it.

If the sign isn't visible, then it
must be hidden beneath the hair.

Remove that, you'll
find the number.

What about the woman, the nanny?

She's an apostate of hell. She'Il
die before permitting this.

Kill him.

No.

It's insane. All of
you. You... Oh, my God.

Don't lose your nerve now, man! We'll
all be in the cesspool if you do!

Stop!

Thorn, stop.

You can't just walk
away from this.

What the fuck did you think he was
gonna say? Why else have we come here?

He's a drunk. An insane,
delusional drunk,

who, like every religious fanatic, thinks
arcane scripture justifies killing.

What about me? What
about the photographs?

What if I'm next?

Listen to yourself. Do you have
any idea what you're saying?

You're asking me to stab
a child. A little boy.

Can't you see how
insane that is?

It's not real, Keith. There
is no devil, there is no God.

There is only here
and now... and life.

And that's something I
would never take away

from any man, certainly
not my own son.

Well, if you won't, I will.

No!

No!

No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

No! No!

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

No! No! No!

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.

And lead us not
into temptation...

Please, Daddy, don't.

Stop!

Mr President, your
car is ready, sir.