All language subtitles for 02 Damien Omen II - Horror 1978 English

02 Damien Omen II - Horror 1978 English

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

- Michael.
- Carl.

Michael, have you seen this?

What?

- Do you recognize him?
- No.

Haven't you seen Yigael's Wall yet?

It was only opened up last week.

There are four faces of the Antichrist
on his rise to power.

The face of Yigael's Satan
as a child is the same.

- The same? What are you talking about?
- There is no doubt.

Damien Thorn is the Antichrist.

Oh, Carl.

- Michael, you must believe me.
- Carl, I'm an archaeologist, not a religious fanatic.

Even now, already is he in the world,
and his power shall be mighty...

and he shall prosper and practice...

and shall destroy
the mighty and the holy.

I appreciate the sermon, Carl,
but what possible facts-

His own father knew.
A week ago he tried to destroy him.

That's a minor detail these newspapers
seem to have omitted.

I gave him the daggers myself.

He's in Chicago living
with his father's brother.

Now, you must take this
and give it to his new parents.

- What is it?
- There is a letter inside explaining everything.

- Look, Carl, you can hardly expect me-
- They have to be warned!

I'm too old. I'm too ill.
I can't go myself.

And I am the only living person
who knows the truth.

But, Carl, I've got
a reputation to maintain.

That is why it has to be you.
They will listen to you.

And then have me committed.
No.

Look, Carl, we're old friends.
I think we understand one another.

- You can't expect me to believe that-
- Then come to Yigael's Wall!

- What, now?
- Now!

[SHEEP BLEATING]

[HORN HONKS]

[CARL SHOUTING]

Here, Michael.

Carl Bugenhagen, I hope this guarantees me
a place in the kingdom of heaven.

♪ [CHOIR VOCALISING] ♪

Michael, you'll be needing
your torch now.

It's the Whore of Babylon.

This is priceless!

Michael.

Michael, come here.

Look.

It is him.

[RAMBLING]

- [MICHAEL] ls there another way out?
- No.

Cad?

The Antichrist is with us!

Carl, we've got to get out!

Help me, will you?

Carl... help!
Don't stop!

Michael!

Michael!

Forces of evil...

may seem to overwhelm us
and be triumphant...

but goodness will prevail...

for it is written
in the Book of Revelations.

Then shall that wicked
be revealed...

whom the Lord shall consume
with the spirit of his mouth...

and destroy with the brightness
of his coming.

- [BOY] Damien
- I'm coming.

I'll see you next summer, Jim.

- Say good-bye to your cousin for me, Damien.
- I will.

Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.

- Come on!
- Coming.

- Did you find him yet?
- Yeah, he's coming

- Good-bye, Aunt Marion. It was nice seeing you again.
- Who told you?

Told me what?

Politeness isn't one
of your strong points, Damien.

I'm sure you didn't come here to say
good-b ye to me on your own inventive.

I didn't know you were in here,
but I was going to.

Were you really?

Good-bye, Aunt Marion.

- All set?
- We think so.

- I'll be right back.
- Let's go.

Now, you boys have your allowance...

so this is just a little something extra...
in case of an emergency.

Hold it. Did you say good-bye
to Aunt Marion?

I did.

Aunt Marlon?

Oh, Mark, I haven't seen
enough of you.

- You should've come to my room so we could talk.
- I'm sorry, Aunt Marion.

I know you've been so busy
running after that cousin of yours.

You mustn't let him
drag you around the way he does.

He doesn't drag me around.
I like him.

Give me a hug.

You be careful.

Yes, Aunt Marion.
Good-bye.

Just a second!
[LAUGHS]

Good-bye, Dad.

Did you forget me? Are you sure?
Here, sweetheart.

- Take some biscuits. Have a good week.
- Bye.

- She's too much, Aunt Marion.
- She's awful! Why did they invite her?

So she could wag her finger, criticize us,
generally ruin our weekend.

- At least we don't have to have dinner with her.
- Right.

- God, what's that smell?
- Lavender, you fool.

All old ladies douse themselves in it.
Don't know why.

Boys, just because
the woman's getting on-

- On our nerves!
- Come on. Murray's right. Let's hear it for Aunt Marion.

[TOGETHER MOCKINGLY]
Hooray.

- Murray, give us a cigarette.
- You know the answer to that one.

- You don't ask, you never know.
- Have you boys met your new platoon leader yet?

- Neff?
- Neff for neffer-mind.

- Oh, geez!
- Come on, they're all the same.

When you've met one platoon leader,
you've met them all.

Attention! Eyes front!
Chest out, stomach in!

You know something'?
You're crazy.

- Yeah, 'cause I've practised.
- Oh, God.

Would you like
some cream, Aunt Marion?

You've asked me that six times
since I've come here.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

You haven't forgotten.
You just don't care.

Marion, let's don't get
into that argument again.

- No cream.
- No cream.

Charles is going to show us
some slides after we've finished here...

so why don't you tell us
why you've come, Marion.

I own 27% of Thorn Industries...

left to me by your father.

And I have every right to dispose of
my share in any way that I see fit.

- We know that.
- You also know...

that at the moment,
I've left everything to you, Richard.

But I've come here to tell you,
that unless you do what I ask-

Marion, don't threaten me.
Because as far as I'm concerned-

You can't be unconcerned about a sum
that is close to a hundred million dollars!

- I don't see that I should be here.
- You're here, Dr. Warren...

because you're curator of the Thorn
Museum and I also own 27% of that!

Marion, say what you've got to say, because
if it's unpleasant, let's get it over with.

I want you to take the boys
out of the academy.

I want you to send them
to separate schools.

- Well, now.
- I don't care what you want where the boys are concerned.

- They're not your sons. They're ours.
- Neither boy is yours.

May I remind you that Mark
is Richards son by his first wife.

- And Damien is his brother's son.
- Thank you.

- Thank you very much!
- Ann, please.

Marion, just what the hell
is this all about?

Get Mark away from Damien!
They don't belong together.

- Damien's a terrible influence. Can't you see that?
- What?

That's it. As far as I'm concerned,
the dinner's over.

Our conversation is over,
and I suggest that-

Richard, you're blind!
Purposely blind!

You know your brother
tried to kill Damien.

Get out!

- Richard make her get out.
- Why did he try to kill him?

- Answer me! Tell the truth!
- Marlon, he was ill!

- You know that!
- You don't have to explain anything to her.

If you don't separate those two boys,
I'm going to leave everything to charity.

I don't care what you do with the money.
You can burn it, give it away!

Richard, please listen to me!
You know what I'm saying is true!

I may be old, but I'm not insane!

Your brother tried to kill Damien.

Get out!
Will you tell her to go?

I'm going-

I'm sorry, Charles.
I apologize for her.

- She? old' and not well.
- No, that's all right. I understand.

I should've noticed
before dinner that-

Richard, please. I assure you, think
nothing of it. I'll go set up the slides.

- I want her out of here in the morning.
- Ann.

- I don't want her in this house any more.
- The poor woman is senile.

That poor woman is dangerous.

She pollutes the air with her craziness!
She sickens me!

And she frightens the boys. They can't
stand to be in the same room with her.

All right, she goes first thing
in the morning. Now, calm down.

- Why does she hate Damien?
- I don't know.

She hates him so much! It's not just me
and the boys she has to leave for.

She starts something in you.
Something strange.

All right, it's over.
It's done.

Come on, let's join Charles, huh?

[SIGHS]

[WARREN] A good many of these
have already been packed and sent.

We should be getting the first shipment
in about three weeks.

Ah, I thought
that would interest you.

- Oh, dear.
- She is a bit frightening, isn't she?

The Whore of Babylon?

You're incredible.
Yep, the Whore of Babylon.

She represents Rome.

The 10 horns of the beast are 10 kings
who have no kingdoms yet...

but will be granted
temporary power by the devil.

His names are carved there.
The Spoiler.

The Little Horn.
The Desolate One.

- Why is she riding him?
- I don't know, but it wasn't to be for long.

According to the Book of Revelation,
the 10 kings shall hate the whore...

and make her desolate and naked.

Shall eat her flesh
and burn her with fire.

Hmm. It's not very nice.

- Who's the young lady?
- Name is Joan Hart.

She's a friend of mine.journalist.
She's doing a biography of Bugenhagen...

the archaeologist who worked
in the area some years ago.

- I've heard of him.
- Matter of fact, she's coming to Chicago.

- She wants to interview you.
- What for?

Background of the exhibit,
patrons of archaeological digs.

I'm not very happy about
giving interviews, Charles.

- I know.
- Of any kind.

I know.

[SQUAWKS]

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

Oh!

Oh! Oh.

♪ [ENDS] ♪

♪ [DRUMBEATS] ♪

♪ [TRUMPETS] ♪

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Right flare, march!

Left turn, ho!

Ready, halt!

Present... arms!

♪ [TRUMPET] ♪

That must be him.

- He looks okay.
- They're all the same.

Order... arms!

Bradley platoon, stand fast!

The other platoons to the mess hall.
By the right flank, march!

♪ [DRUMBEATS, TRUMPETS] ♪

At ease, boys.

This is Sergeant Daniel Neff.
He'll be taking over...

as platoon officer
from Sergeant Goodrich.

Sergeant Neff is
a very experienced soldier...

and I'm sure
that within a few weeks...

you will be the snappiest platoon
in the entire academy.

I'll leave any further
introductions to the sergeant.

You'll speak to me
only when you're spoken to.

And you'll listen
to every word I say.

Because I intend to shine
in my new job.

And the only way I can shine
is by making you shine.

You're the little unit
that I have to polish...

until the glare
of your achievements...

blinds everybody
on this parade ground.

- Am I understood?
- Yes, sir!

I'll meet each of you personally
in my office after breakfast.

For now, your names.

- Mark Thorn, Sergeant.
- Thorn?

Your family's got strong connections
with this place, hasn't it?

- Well, hasn't it?
- My father and grandfather were cadets here, sir.

Good. But that doesn't entitle you
to privileges. We're all the same here.

- Yours.
- Damien Thorn, Sergeant.

- You don't look alike.
- Cousins, Sergeant.

All right. But understand
the same thing goes for you.

Your name.

- Good morning, Bill.
- Well, Richard!

By the way, there's something
I wanna talk over with you.

I'm the first to admit that
Paul's difficult to get along with.

But it took us three years
to find a man with his qualifications.

I'm not questioning his
qualifications. It's - His manner.

I can even cope with his manner.
I've met and dealt with every kind.

No, I don't like
what he's proposing.

It sticks in my craw,
and I don't intend to hide my feelings.

You worried that it could get us
in trouble with the justice Department?

He's dealing with
highly emotive stuff.

Bill, let's hear him out.

The only thing I ask
is that you couch your objections...

with a little more delicacy
than usual.

Jennie, is Miss Marion dressed yet?

I don't think she's
awake yet, Mrs. Thorn.

- I knocked earlier, but she didn't answer.
- Thank you.

Aunt Marlon, you'll miss your plane.

[BILL]
No matter how you slice it, Paul...

what you're saying is that we should
give up our leadership in electronics.

Bill, you're wrong. My report
points to the indisputable fact...

that Thorn Industries' main interest
is in energy and electronics.

What I'm maintaining is that
because of this bias...

we tend to ignore what's going on here at
this plant, and we ignore it at our own risk.

Our profitable future, aside from energy,
lies also in famine.

What? That statement is typical
of you. It's heartless and... True.

Not heartless, realistic.

Pasarian, hold it here.

Are these solutions designated?

No, not yet. Each tank
has a different fertilizer and pesticide.

They won't be designated until
we pump it into the experimental crop beds.

All right, let's go on.

[PAUL] One person dies of
starvation every 8.6 seconds.

Seven every minute. Four hundred twenty
every hour. Ten thousand every day.

To feed these people,
we have to farm the ocean.

We have to develop new strains of
high yield, disease-resistant grain crops.

The oil countries didn't hesitate
to put their fingers on our jugular vein.

So, what's so different about food?

If you've got a knife at your belly,
you'll keep your hands at your sides.

Why then call my policy unethical?

It's callous and inhuman,
and in my opinion illegal.

What is inhuman or illegal
about feeding people?

- Telephone, Mr. Thorn.
- I'm not available.

It's an emergency, sir.

Bill's point is if we
control the food people eat...

it's tantamount
to making slaves of them.

- Ah, customers!
- But you want us to buy up their land.

That's right. Thorns already have
the hardware and knowledge...

that's easily adaptable to the purpose of
large-scale and highly sophisticated farming.

This together with the pesticides
and fertilizers we 're producing...

give us the jump on any governmental
or corporate entity in the world.

If we control their land,
we make them tenants.

Bill, we make their bellies full.

I have to agree with Paul.

I'll be right back.

- Marion died in her sleep last night, a coronary.
- I'm sorry.

I've got to go.
I'll talk to you later, Bill.

- Paul, how about breakfast at the office in the morning?
- Certainly.

[BILL]
Have they moved into the apartment yet?

Today.

Winter is here again.

That's Damien's father
right there in the back.

My old man played on that team too.
That's him.

He was on the line,
but Robert Thorn was quarterback.

Even back then he was
calling' the plays for everybody.

- You're next, Damien.
- Hey, Teddy.

Don't ever talk about my father again.
Do you understand?

- Can't you take a joke?
- Yeah.

- What was that all about?
- Your cousin really thinks he's somebody, doesn't he?

My old man tells me the Thorns
make their own hats...

because the stores don't sell 'em
large enough for their big heads.

[BOYS LAUGHING]

You're gonna regret that, Thorn.

Mathematics, good.
Science, very good. Military history, fair.

- Room for improvement.
- Yes, Sergeant.

Physical training is excellent.
I hear you're quite a football player.

Be proud of your accomplishments.

Pride's all right
when there's reason to be proud.

Yes, Sergeant.

I'm here to teach you,
but also I'm here to help you.

Any problems, you come to me.

Don't be afraid.
Day or night.

Any advice.
You understand?

Whatever you say, Sergeant.

We're gonna get to know each other.

I see you're an orphan.

That's something we have in common.

Send Foster in.

What's the matter, Thorn,
don't you like it on your back?

Teddy.

Another Thorn.

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

Stop!

No!
[GRUNTING]

What the hell are we waiting for?
Foster?

- Yes, sir.
- You two, you finished? Out!

What are you doing?
Polishing the floor?

What did you do to him?

I don't know.

Come on. Once around the field.
I'll give you a head start.

When do you plan
to open the exhibit?

A lot depends on when we get
the last of the crates from abroad.

- I'd say around Easter.
- Oh, good.

- Are you going to make Mark's birthday party?
- Mm-hmm.

You know I will.
Will the lake be frozen?

- Bring your skates.
- Great.

- [DOOR CLOSES]
- I've made a decision concerning your report.

- Let me ease your mind-
- I've come down on Bill Atherton's side.

Yes.

It might be premature for the company
to embark on such a radical program.

I wouldn't want to risk
defusing it before its time.

- We'll keep it on ice?
- Good.

Richard, if you think
I've gone too far...

if Bill's antagonism towards me
is going to continue...

maybe I should step down,
leave the company.

Forget it.
Your time will come.

Looks like it might rain, Murray.

- Could be, sir.
- Let's go.

Mr. Thorn! I'm sorry to shout at you
like that. I didn't want to miss you.

My name is Joan Hart. I believe
Charles Warren told you about me.

- Yes, he did.
- I must talk to you.

- I asked him to-
- It's absolutely freezing.

- Couldn't we possibly sit in your car?
- Miss Hart-

- I know. You hardly ever talk to reporters.
- I'm on my way to the airport.

Two minutes, that's all.
Please.

- I can't miss my plane.
- I'll come to the airport with you.

All right.
Get in.

All right, Miss Hart, our time is short.
What would you like to know?

Did you ever meet the archaeologist,
Carl Bugenhagen?

No, I heard of him.

- He was also an exorcist. Did you know that?
- No.

His skeleton was found last week on
your dig at Hazor, close to Yigael's Wall.

Seven years after his disappearance.

Another journalistic assumption.

The skeleton has not been verified
as that of Bugenhagen.

But it has!
I've just come from there.

Your brother met him.
Did you know that?

Where did you get that information?

A photographer that I used to work with
went with your brother.

- He died there. He was decapitated.
- Murray, stop the car.

Your brother went to see Bugenhagen
the week before he died.

A few days later
Bugenhagen himself disappeared

- Please get out.
- Do you know why your brother went to see Bugenhagen?

Don't make me throw you out,
Miss Hart.

Please, you must listen. I've been
working on the story for years now!

I think I've pieced it together. I never
believed in the prophecies of the Bible before.

I was never religious! But now-
You are in grave danger!

Don't try to contact me again!

Put your strength in Christ!
Only he can protect you!

Oh, please, please!
You must listen to me!

Please, please!
You must listen to me!

Bugenhagen warned your brother!
Oh, God!

And just last week
we finally uncovered Yigael's Wall.

- Who is Yigael?
- Incredible person. Very mysterious.

We're not really sure.
He was a monk, he was an exorcist.

Apparently he lived
about the 13th century.

The story goes that Satan
appeared in person to Yigael...

who not unexpectedly,
went out of his mind.

He also went into hiding,
obsessed with painting what he had seen.

Incredible visions of the Antichrist
from birth to downfall.

But the reason why I don't want you
to say anything to Richard is...

- I want it to be a present.
- Good.

I've got a surprise for you too.

Your favourite piece.
So nobody misses it...

we're gonna put it right
in the middle of gallery four.

I think you should lean her up
against one of the back doors.

Charles.

- Joan, when did you get in?
- Last night.

Excuse me.
This is Joan Hart, the young lady-

Who wanted to interview my husband.

- Yes, I did interview him.
- You did what?

I couldn't take no for an answer.
It was too important to me.

You must be very persuasive.

He doesn't have a very high opinion
of reporters, does he?

[BEEPING SOUND]

Excuse me.
I have a call.

Your husband is a little unfair on the
press. They were very kind to his brother.

Were they?
I never knew his brother.

That's right.
You're Richard Thorn's second wife.

Tell me about Damien.
What son' of a boy is he?

- Is he enjoying life at the Military Academy?
- Ann! Ann!

Don't say another word!
Richard is absolutely furious!

Charles, you are in danger!
All of you!

- What's got into you?
- I've seen Yigael's Wall.

- I don't care what you've seen.
- You must care! Damien-

[CHARLES]
What about Damien?

I'm not sure yet.

What was that all about?

[BOYS CHATTERING]

[CHATTERING, SHOUTING]

Which one is Damien Thorn?

He's the wide receiver
right over there.

[COACH]
Take a break.

Who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on Earth as it is-

- [CLUNKING SOUND]
- Oh, no. No. What?

Come on. Please.
What is this?

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

- [SPUTTERING CONTINUES]
- Please.

Oh, God.

[GASPS]

[SQUAWKING]

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

Help? me!

Help? me!

[TRUCK APPROACHING]

[TRUCK HORN HONKING]

- Hey, Dad!
- Oh, oh!

This is not fair!
Now you're gonna get it.

[LAUGHING]

♪ [ALL] ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Mark ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[CHEERING, APPLAUSE]

Make a wish,
and blow out the candles.

[MAN]
Go ahead, Mark Blow them out.

All of them, Mark!

[CHEERING]

[MAN]
Hold it. Mark.

Cut the cake.

- Make a wish, Mark.
- He's already made one.

Ooh, there goes the lake.

[ALL CHATTERING]

Paul, I'm really gratified
to learn...

that you finally decided to shelve
your land acquisition project.

It may be in the best interest
of the company, Bill.

But I still don't understand
your vehement opposition.

Just because it's never been done before
doesn't make it illegal.

No, but is it ethical?

There we are.
Take a fork, darling.

All right.
Thanks.

- How are things at the academy, Damien?
- Okay, Mr. Buher.

- And Sergeant Neff?
- Do you know him?

I've asked about him.

Just keeping an eye on you, Damien.

- By the way, do you know exactly what I do for Thorn Industries?
- Not really, sir.

You should. You should know everything
about the Thorn business.

- After all, it'll be yours one day.
- And Mark's.

And Mark's, of course.

Say, why don't you
pay a visit to the plant soon?

- Could I bring some friends from the academy?
- Of course.

May I have your attention?

Listen, everyone.

Before Mark opens his presents,
I have a surprise for you...

- so I want you to all follow me.
- [CHATTERING]

A boy's 13th birthday
is considered by many...

as the beginning of puberty,
of manhood.

Many cultures have initiation rites.
You'll be initiated too, Damien.

Yes. The time is coming for you...

to put aside childish things
and face up to who you are.

A great moment, Damien.
Surety you must be feeling it.

I think so.

I'm not sure.

But I feel that something's
happening to me, is going to happen.

Suspicions of destiny.
We all have them.

Your uncle has, I'm sure,
and Bill Atherton... and myself.

A deep, wordless know/edge
that our time has come.

Damien, come on!
We got fireworks!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ - Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ - [MARK] Whoa! Look at that! ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Mark ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

[CHEERING]

Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! Hey!

[MAN]
Shoot!

I still can't stop.

A little girl was giving me lessons,
but she got disgusted.

What'll you have?
Hot dogs, hamburgers, ribs.

- You want some hot soup?
- Everything. I'm famished.

- Why don't you go to one of the warming tents?
- I will.

Charles, I heard about your
reporter friend. What's her name?

- Joan Hart.
- I'm so sorry.

Yes, it was so strange, to get hit
by a truck on a deserted highway.

I know.

- Here.
- Thank you.

[MAN]
Shoot.

Here it comes.

No.

Aaah! Aaah!

Bill!

- No! Get off the ice!
- Bill!

Bill, hold on!

- Who is that?
- Mr. Atherton!

Hold on, Bill!
Somebody get a pole!

Oh, God, he's gone!

- He's here!
- The currents got him!

- We've lost him!
- Spread out, everybody!

Anybody see him?

- Here he is!
- Come on, come on!

- Wait! He's gone! Dad what will we do?
- Here he is!

- Somebody get an axe!
- God!

[RICHARD]
He? caught in the current.

- Dad!
- How long can he stay under?

He's moving!

Stand back, everybody!

Mr. Thorn!

- Hurry!
- [GASPING]

Hold on!
We'll get you!

Spread out!
Everybody, spread out!

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

Richard, I'm leaving soon.

Well, Paul, your time
came sooner than we expected.

You're going to be alone
as the new president for a while...

because Ann and I are going
to take a vacation.

Don't worry, Richard,
I think we've covered everything.

Thanks for staying around
the last few days.

I appreciate it.

- Good morning, Byron.
- You're on the news-stands this morning.

- How 'bout it? Oh, you must've seen it.
- Yes.

- I think it's neat.
- Have you heard from Pasarian?

No. He seems to have
completely disappeared.

Oh, Richard wants to
see you right away.

- He's back from his vacation already?
- Yeah, he looks great too.

He needed it.

What the hell
is Pasarian doing in India?

I needed a second opinion on our
proposed land purchases there. Who better?

We're not buying already?

You agreed I could activate
the conclusions of my report in full.

That was a condition
of my acceptance.

But that doesn't exclude me from making policy
decisions as far as the company's concerned.

- You were on holiday.
- You could've reached me by phone!

Bill Atherton wouldn't have made
those decisions without informing me!

- I'm not Bill Atherton.
- I don't expect you to be.

But I do expect you to observe
the rules of company conduct.

I'll remember.

What did you want with Pasarian?

There's something wrong with the design
of his P-84 unit. Walker's agitated.

I know he's the voice of doom and disaster,
but this time he's got a point.

Leave it to me, Richard.

[TEACHER] Understand that by this time
Napoleon thought he was invincible.

And this is where he made his big mistake,
for when he attacked...

the Russians skilfully retreated
into their own country.

They lured him on,
and he reached Moscow to find it in ruins.

[LAUGHING]

Who laughed?

I did, sir.

You?

Come here.

With that piece of paper.

So we have an artist in the class.

What's wrong, Thorn?
Am I boring you?

You, of course, know all about
Napoleon's campaigns?

Something about them, sir.

Do you now? How many men
did he lose on the march to Moscow?

450,000, sir.

The Russians played at surrender
until the winter set in...

and then he began
his disastrous retreat.

Despite Marshal Ney's heroic
rear-guard action...

the Grand Army was cut down
from 600,000 to less than 50,000.

- Date.
- 1812.

He was deposed as emperor in 1814.

- And then?
- After a brief exile in Elba, he returned to France...

and began the so-called Hundred Days War
until he was defeated at Waterloo.

- Date?
- 1815.

- Let's stick with dates. The emperor's death?
- 1821.

- Battle of the Nile?
- 1789.

- Trafalgar?
- 1805.

- Thirty Years War?
- Start or finish?

- Start.
- 1618.

- The Black Death?
- 1334.

- Abraham Lincoln's death?
- 1865.

- Charles I?
- 1649.

- Oliver Cromwell?
- 1658.

- Thomas More?
- 1535.

- Thomas é Becket?
- 1170.

- The Black Prince?
- 1376.

- Jean-Paul Marat?
- 1793.

- Danton's death?
- 1794.

- William McKinley?
- 1901.

- Death of Socrates?
- 399 BC

- Aristotle?
- 322 B.C.

- Alexander the Great?
- 323 B.C.

- Uh, Sir Francis Drake?
- 1596.

- Julius Caesar?
- 44 B.C.

- Roosevelt?
- 1945.

- Richard III?
- [NEFF] Thorn!

Come here.

Outside.

Copy the blackboard.

[CHATTERING]

What were you trying to do, Damien?

- What were you trying to do?
- I was just answering questions, Sergeant.

You were showing off.

No, I just knew all the answers.

Somehow I just knew them all.

- You mustn't attract attention.
- I wasn't trying to. I just-

The day will come when everyone will know
who you are, but that day is not yet.

- What do you mean, who I am?
- Damien, there are things you don't understand.

Read your Bible. In the New Testament
there's a Book of Revelation.

For you it is just that: a book of
revelation. For you, about you.

Read it Thirteenth chapter.

Read, learn, understand.

But what am I supposed
to understand?

Who you are.

♪ [DRUMBEATS] ♪

♪ [DRUMBEATS] ♪

♪ [TRUMPETS] ♪

♪ [TRUMPETS, DRUMBEATS] ♪

[DAMIEN'S VOICE] And all the
world wondered after the beast.

And they worshipped the dragon
which gave power unto the beast.

And they worshipped the beast,
saying...

'Who is like unto the beast?
Who is able to make war with him?'

- And saw the beast.
- March!

And the kings of the Earth
and their armies gathered together...

To make war against him that sat
on the horse, and against his army.

And through his policy also shall
he cause craft to prosper in his hand...

and he shall magnify himself
in his heart.

And by peace, shall destroy many.

He shall also stand up
against the Prince of Princes.

And' he causeth all,
both small and great, rich and poor...

free and bond to receive a mark...

in their right hand,
or in their foreheads.

And that no man might buy or sell
save that he had the mark...

or the name of the beast
or the number of his name.

Here is wisdom.

Let him that hath understanding
count the number of the beast...

for it is the number of a man
and his number is 666.

Right face!

♪ [CHOIR VOCALSING] ♪

♪ [CHOIR SINGS IN LATIN] ♪

What's wrong?

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

Why?

Why me?

♪ [BUGLES PLAYING TAPS] ♪

Where did you go to?

Why aren't you speaking to me?

Damien, are you all right?

I'm okay now.

Go to sleep.

♪ [CONTINUES] ♪

[WOMAN ON P.A.] Flight 63 to New
York's John F. Kennedy Airport...

now loading at gate 37.

All passengers scheduled on Flight 59
to Houston, Fort Worth...

please check
with your airlines agent.

There will be an approx/mate delay
of one to two hours.

[Phone Ringing]

This is the Thorn residence.

No, Mr. Pasarian,
he's out for the moment.

[LAUGHING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes? Pasarian,
where the hell are you?

Uh-huh.

Listen. Listen, I think you'd better
get over here right away.

All right.

[LINE RINGS]

- Not in.
- Oh.

Why would Pasarian call me here?

Oh, well, I'll call him tomorrow.

Hello.

When I telephoned him the next day,
they told me he was dead! Murdered!

- What?
- Strangled.

Wait. You're trying to tell me
that because he refused to sell to us...

he was killed and that he was killed
by one of our people?

- I'm almost sure of it.
- That's impossible.

Look, I was in eight provinces
evaluating land you want to buy...

and in three of them,
three killings!

- Who's responsible?
- No idea.

I'll look into it.

- Shouldn't we tell Mr. Thorn?
- We'll have to. I'll talk to him. By the way, he wants to see you.

- Oh? What for?
- The P-84's been acting up.

There 3 a report on your desk. It's urgent you
take care of it. /don't want to shut it down.

Yeah, I'll, uh-
I'll take care of it.

I hope we don't have some
overenthusiastic men in the field.

Come on, everybody.
Let's go.

[BOYS CHATTERING]

[DAMIEN] All right, you
guys, how do you like it so far?

Oh!

This huge complex
I'm about to show you is run entirely...

by a three-man team
at the controls of this computer.

Mr. Thorn's office, please.

Hello. ls Mr. Thorn in yet?
It's Pasarian.

He still hasn't cal/ea'?

I know, I know.
Please, keep trying. Thank you.

Have you got the P-84 checklist?

Put your hats on, please, gentlemen.
Hats on. Keep your glasses on at all times

Put your hats on, and your glasses.
Thank you.

As you know, to make crops grow
faster and fatter...

you need more improved and
powerful fertilizers, pesticides as well.

[TEDDY]
isn't there a pesticide that works on sex?

That's right.
Sex attractants, pheromones...

are extracted from one sex,
put into traps...

to attract other insects
of the opposite sex and kill them.

Past policy has made
a forceful case...

for this company's continued adherence
to electronics, to energy.

But the future of Thorn Industries
lies not only in solar energy...

in shale oil
and the force of gravity.

Our profitable future, gentlemen,
is also in famine.

We now possess, potentially...

the most formidable force in the world
for large-scale agricultural endeavours.

However, we have to guard against
the indigenous populations...

ever thinking we are in the business
of exploitation.

We are not. I emphasize that.
We are there to help.

Yes, Jane?

Mr. Pasarian is working on the P-84.

You asked me to let you know
when he got there.

Thank you.
Gentlemen, take a half hour break.

We are about to enter
a highly complex experimental area...

where the use of
toxic chemicals, we hope...

will one clay feed
the world's hungry.

This is P-84.
Proceed with check on vat 29.

Start with 22-L.

Check.

93-D.

Check.

This is a 10-inch valve,
computerized.

Programmed to deliver precise
mixes of gases and solutions...

from storage vats
into the main plant.

However, at this time,
this is closed for repairs.

- [MAN OVER SPEAKER] Check.
- 14-5.

- Uh-oh.
- What's wrong?

[SCREAMING]

Shut down P-84!

All right, everybody,
back the way we came! Hurry up!

[BEEPING]

- Shut down P-84!
- It won't shut off.

It has to.

Oh, my God!

[COUGHING]

[BOYS COUGHING]

I want a complete report
of what happened...

on my desk first thing
in the morning, understand?

[WOMAN OVER P.A.]
Dr. Zinvmer, please contact intensive care.

Dr. Zime, please contact
intensive care.

Mr. Thorn,
they're going to be all right.

We've checked every boy for lung damage.
There's not a sign of it.

They're going to be nauseous for a little
while, but there's no permanent damage.

I don't care what it costs... I assure you,
Mr. Thorn, they'll receive the best care.

There is one thing, though.

We've made every possible test
of blood damage, tissue damage...

and every boy was affected to some degree,
though as I said, not seriously.

- That is, every boy except your nephew Damien.
- Do you mean-

No, no, Mr. Thorn,
he wasn't affected at all.

I'd like to keep Damien here for a couple
of days to run some routine tests on him.

[COUGHS]

You're gonna be all right.
There's just one thing, though.

The doctor would like to have
Damien stay for a few more days...

to run some additional tests.

I'm okay! Why do I have to stay here
if I'm okay?

- [ANN] Why do you have to do more tests?
- I don't wanna stay here.

Couldn't I bring him back next week?

Your permission, Doctor?

That's fine.

Good. All right, you rest.
We'll collect you later.

Maybe go up to Lakeside, hmm?

Think the air would do you good?

[RICHARD]
Be good now.

Jackal??

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

Hello, Ben? I need to see you urgently.
Can I come down?

No, no, there's something here
that I just don't understand.

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [CHOIR WHISPERING IN LATIN] ♪
♪ lesus Christus, lesus Christus ♪

[VOICES WHISPERING IN LATIN]

[WHISPERING IN LATIN CONTINUES]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMING]

Oh, my God, it's horrible.

We were just talking to him yesterday
when he wanted to do those tests on Damien.

What kind of tests were they?

I'm not sure.
I don't think he knew.

- Where are the boys?
- Still sleeping.

- Damien was not affected by the gas.
- Oh.

- We can be thankful for that.
- Why all the other boys and not Damien?

I don't understand.
What did the doctor say?

The tissue tests he made...

indicate that Damien has
a different cell structure.

Different?
That's absurd.

Not to Dr. Kane.
He was quite concerned about it.

What does it mean?

I don't know.

[HEATER WHOOSHES]

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

[DOORS SLAMMING]

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

Come on. Come on.

[WOMAN ON SCREEN] Nicky what
you done for yourself is good enough...

but what you done
for Jim is a miracle!

Projectionist!

Drop dead!

♪ So if she's the one ♪

♪ Don't let her run away, ♪

♪ She will come ♪

Mmm. At last, a happy ending
for a change.

- Boring.
- You're too young to be so cynical.

- Who wants a corn beef sandwich?
- One.

- Two.
- All right.

- [DOORBELL RINGS]
- I'll go.

- Hello, Damien.
- Dr. Warren.

Is Richard home?

Yes, he's in the family room.

[RICHARD] Charles, what a nice
surprise. Let me fix you a drink.

- Brandy?
- No.

- Richard, I have to ask you something very personal.
- We're friends.

Can you tell me what actually happened
to your brother in London?

Why do you ask that?

I've just opened a leather box
that was sent from Israel.

- It belonged to Bugenhagen. They found it near his skeleton.
- So?

Did you know it was Bugenhagen who gave
your brother the daggers to kill Damien?

What the hell are you talking about?

- Seven years ago Bugenhagen wrote you a letter.
- I never got a letter.

It was never sent.
It was still in the box.

Richard, you know that I'm a rational man,
but what I have to say to you isn't rational.

Bugenhagen claims that Damien...
is the devil's son.

The beast foretold
in the Book of Revelation.

He isn't human. He was born of a Jackal..
I know it sounds incredible.

- Why do you tell me this?
- Richard, your brother was convinced.

He went to Bugenhagen for help.
Bugenhagen told him how to kill the boy.

My brother was ill,
Charles. Mentally ill.

- And his wife was-
- Killed by Damien.

Five deaths, Richard.
Five unexplained horrible accidents.

- According to Bugenhagen,
- Who was obviously insane.

- I know how it sounds.
- And you believe it!

- Read his letter yourself.
- I will not read the ravings of a senile old man!

Richard, I knew Bugenhagen.
He wasn't senile.

If what he says is true, we are all in
great danger! You, Ann, Mark, all of us!

- Haven't you noticed anything suspicious?
- No.

- Something the boy has said or done?
- Nothing.

- There have been deaths among us. Joan Hart, Atherton, Pasarian.
- Coincidental.

- What about Aunt Marion?
- Aunt Marion was an old lady.

- There's proof.
- What proof?

Yigael's Wall! Bugenhagen saw it. He says that
that's the final thing that convinced him.

That's enough, Charles! I don't wanna
hear any more of your religious ranting!

- The wall arrives in New York tomorrow
- Then you go and look at it!

I will.

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

You can't believe this.
Damien?

I didn't say I believe it.
I just told you what he said to me.

You're thinking of going to New York.
Doesn't that mean anything?

It's damn nonsense!

The only thing is that Robert was shot in the
church while he was trying to stab Damien.

He's gotten to you, hasn't he?

He's gotten his craziness.

I am not gonna let him poison you.
You're not going away.

- Ann.
- You're gonna forget that you've ever spoken to him.

It's over! It's over!
It is a filthy, stupid story!

And it's over. Richard, stop it.
Stop it, please. God!

All right, all right.
I won't go.

You're not gonna treat Damien any differently,
not gonna look at him, talk to him differently.

- I won't. I promise.
- Give me your word.

I promise.

Look, we can both use some air...

so why don't you get into some clothes
and we'll go out and hunt up the kids.

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

[SNOW CRUNCHES]

Mark?

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

I know you're there.

Why are you running
away from me, Mark?

- I know who you are.
- You do?

- Dr. Warren knows. I overheard him talking to Dad.
- What did he say?

He said the devil could create
his image on Earth.

The devil?

What else did he say?

Say it, Mark.

He said you're the beast!

Come on!
What are you talking about?

I've seen what you can do!
Your father tried to kill you!

They say he was crazy,
but it was because he knew!

I love you, Mark!
You're like my brother.

- No! No!
- You are my brother.

And you mean more to me than-

- The beast has no brother! Don't call me your brother!
- Listen to me, Mark!

Admit it!
You killed your mother!

No! She wasn't my mother.
I was adopted.

A Jackal!
You were born of a jackal!

Yes. Born in the image
of the greatest power in the world!

The Desolate One.

Desolate because his greatness
was taken from him and he was cast down.

But he has risen, Mark, in me!

Come with me, Mark.

I can take you with me.

No.

- Don't make me beg you, Mark.
- No, Damien.

Mark?

Look at me, Mark.

I'll ask you once more.
Please come with me.

[CHOKING SOUNDS]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

[SOBBING]

Mark.

Oh, Mark.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

We were walking and he fell.

[ANN SCREAMS]

- He fell.
- Get back to the house.

I didn't do anything!

He just fell.
I didn't do anything!

[Minister] All that the Father
giveth to me shall come to me.

Ana' him that cometh to me,
I will in no wise cast out.

He that raised up Jesus from the dead
will also give life...

to our mortal bodies by his spirit
that dwelleth in us.

In sure and certain hope
of the resurrection...

to eternal life through
our Lord, Jesus Christ.

We commend to almighty God,
our brother, Mark.

Ana' we commit him to the ground

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes...

dust to dust.

Let us pray.

Merciful God, Father
of our Lord Jesus Christ...

who is the resurrection
and the life.

[RICHARD'S VOICE] How could it be,
Doctor? There would've been some sign.

You've examined him
a dozen times yourself

[DOCTOR'S VOICE]
I've seen it happen before I'm afraid

A perfectly normal boy or man,
seemingly healthy in all respects...

but waiting in his brain a thin
artery wall, the wall collapses.

[ANN'S VOICE] And, And it was there
from the time he was born?

[DOCTOR'S VOICE]
More than likely. I'm sorry I'm veg/ sorry

I don't want to go, Ann, I have to.

Why can't you phone him? Why do you
have to go all the way to New York?

Because I've heard
that he's in trouble.

- Look, he needs me!
- I need you.

I'll be back as soon as possible.

- Reverend Weston?
- Yes. May I help you?

- I'm Richard Thorn.
- Mr. Thorn, I'm so glad you could come.

- Come this way, please.
- I want to thank you for calling me.

Can you tell me
what's wrong with him?

He refuses to speak to me.

All I can tell you is that
he's absolutely terrified.

Who is it?

Mr. Thorn is here.

- Richard?
- It's me, Charless.

I came as quickly as I-

I saw the wall.
It's true. It's all true.

The beast is with us.
I've seen the wall. It's horrible!

- It drove Joan Hart mad. Bugenhagen,
- Where is it?

- It's already been loaded. I saw Damien's face!
- Where is it?

Come on, Charles.

I can't go back in there.
I'm so frightened. Please hurry.

Please hurry!

Please?

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

[SCREAMING]

No! No! No!

[SCREAMS]

[OFFICER]
And now on this graduation day...

it gives me great pleasure
to honour those cadets...

who have excelled
in individual achievement.

The highest honour,
the Officers Saber...

is awarded each year to that cadet
who best exemplifies...

the character and spirit
of the academy.

This year's recipient
is Cadet Sergeant Damien Thorn.

Congratulations, Damien.

Davidson Military Academy...

is now proud to promote the following
cadets to the grades as indicated.

I have to go. Richard will be
at the airport in half an hour.

- Will you be coming back for the cotillion?
- I'll try.

Michael Fennig
promoted to second lieutenant

John Hickox,
promoted to second lieutenant

- Where's Damien?
- He's at the cotillion, sir.

- Get him and bring him to the museum immediately.
- Why?

- What about you, sir?
- We'll take a cab.

[ANN]
Why do you want Damien?

♪ - [LIGHT ROCK] ♪
♪ - [CHATTERING] ♪

You can't!
You can't make me believe it.

How you doing?

- You can't make me believe it.
- You've got to believe it.

- He killed Mark. He killed Atherton and Pasarian.
- What are you talking about?

And he'll keep on killing. He'll kill
anyone he thinks is threatening him!

- How? How did he kill them? Did he make the ice crack?
- Not himself.

Did he pull the gas pipe apart?
Did he?

♪ [CONTINUES] ♪

Excuse me, I have to go.

[GIRL]
Oh.

There are others. Surrounding him,
helping him, keeping him safe.

Richard, listen to yourself.
Listen to how crazy you sound.

Others! Devils! A conspiracy of devils?
Richard, please!

Ann, I saw Charles killed!
I saw Damien's face on the wall!

What are you going to do? Richard?

What are you doing?

The daggers have
to be here somewhere.

What do you want them for?

- No. No!
- He's not human!

He's your brother's son.
He's a boy you've loved for seven years!

The boy has got to die!

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

Richard!
For me, Richard, don't.

Ann, what are you doing?
Get away from that drawer!

[ANN] What you want to
do is crazy I can't let you!

- Ann!
- You're obsessed with Damien. It's making you sick.

Give me the daggers.

- There are your daggers!
- Ann?

I've always belonged to him.

Damien!

Damien!

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

[SIRENS WAILING]

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES] ♪

♪ [ENDS] ♪