Damien (2016): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Beast Rises - full transcript
Journalist-photographer Damien Thorn starts questioning his life after a strange encounter with a Syrian woman on his 30th birthday. Moreover, people suddenly start dying around him.
(cawing)
(cawing continues)
(doors clank)
(doors thud)
♪♪
( Indistinct whispering )
(wind whistling)
( whispering continues )
(wind continues whistling)
What do you want from me?
Huh? Tell me. What did...
What did I ever do to you?
♪♪
(rosary clatters) Answer me!
♪♪
(crowd shouting indistinctly
in native language)
(indistinct shouting continues)
(speaking in native language)
(clicks)
Happy birthday.
You remembered. You know what?
I can't accept this.
It says "Property of
Carol Schlitzman"
on the bottom.
Dang, man, I thought
I scratched that off.
(both laugh)
Thanks, man, really.
Don't thank me yet.
I've got the crew
coming to the hotel tonight,
and once I told them
you're turning the big 3-0,
they promised to bring the pain.
I don't think I recovered
from last year.
(chuckles) It looks quiet.
Get some, uh,
quality of life shots
to fill out the piece.
Just make it quick.
(boy shouts in native language)
I wanna get this party started!
Careful!
(native instruments playing,
camera shutter clicking)
(shouting playfully
in native language)
(man singing in native language)
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(camera shutter clicking)
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(children continue
shouting playfully)
(horn blaring)
(men shouting
in native language)
(men shouting
in native language)
(screaming)
(speaking Arabic
in amplified voice)
(camera shutter clicking)
(speaks in native language)
(screaming)
(camera shutter clicking)
(objects shattering)
(shouting in native language
continues)
(helicopter whirring overhead)
Hey. What happened?
The Army's relocating
these people!
They got word
they're harboring terrorists!
The only terrorists here are
the ones they're creating.
(explosion, horn blares)
(shouting continues)
Kelly!
Damien?
What are you doing here?
Same as you.
I meant to call.
Hey, uh, Kelly,
it's good to see you.
Amani. Thought you'd come
to your senses
and ditch this guy.
(sighs) Can't get rid of him.
Hey, listen, uh,
what'd you see? Any chance
we can slip back in there?
No, it's all closed off.
There's gonna be a massacre.
So we're gonna have
to stay put then.
Are you kidding me?
Absolutely not.
(men shouting
in native language)
I got this one.
(shouting continues)
Aah! Ohh!
(shouting continues)
(gunshots)
(women screaming)
(indistinct shouting)
(screaming and sobbing)
(sobbing)
(man screaming)
(whistles and hisses)
(shouts indistinctly)
(crying)
(American accent)
Damien, I love you.
It's all for you.
( Distorted screams )
Hic est filius meus dilectus...
Look at me, Damien.
It's all for you!
Damien, I love you!
(speaks in distorted voice)
(body thuds)
Stand up. Get up!
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(man speaking in
native language over P.A.)
Who are you looking for?
That woman. Who?
This, uh, woman grabbed me.
She knew my name.
Another journalist?
No, no, from here,
from Damascus.
She said stuff.
Stuff she couldn't have known.
She did... something.
I saw memories from my childhood
when I was a kid
when my parents...
No, an accident had happened.
Thought you said you don't
remember your childhood.
No, she brought it all back.
I was 5. It was my birthday.
We gotta find out
where these trucks are going.
Hey, Kelly!
(machine gunfire)
I'm hooking up a ride.
This guy says he knows where
these people are being
relocated.
He'll take us there for $500.
(horn honks)
Hey, I'll meet you
back at the hotel.
No, dude, you know better
than to just get in a car
with a local.
We could end up hostages.
I have to find her, all right?
(shouting in native language)
Hey! Hey!
Hey, come on.
AMANI: Whoa.
Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Okay, okay.
All journalists are being
deported immediately.
(tires peal)
(grunts)
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I'm sure this will get
picked up by "Time," HuffPo,
maybe "The New Yorker."
You might be looking
at a Pulitzer.
I have to get back there.
You know we shouldn't
have been thrown out.
The only thing I know
is my boss is gonna ask
why I'm still doing business
with you.
Because he's the only one
who gets close enough.
You have to get us back there.
Honey, that's just not
gonna happen.
You've been banned
from entering Syria.
Just give it a few months...
This can't wait.
Something is going on.
If this is about the private...
No, it's not that.
Then what?
(helicopters whirring)
(man shouting
in native language over P.A.)
(cellphone rings)
Hello? Kelly, it's Damien.
(lowered voice)
Are you all right?
Where the hell are you?
New York. Listen.
Did you find out where
they relocated the Christians?
I-I need to find that old woman,
the one who grabbed me. I saw.
She grabbed your face
and said, "Damien, I love you."
Can you find her?
Why should I help you?
We had something. We did. But...
And you just disappeared?
No explanation?
It was the only way.
You have to trust me.
I did trust you.
Can you find that woman?
I'll try.
Thank you.
Thank you, Tiffany.
I'll take it from here.
Damien Thorn. Long time.
Good to see you, Cray. I, uh...
I hope you don't mind
me interrupting.
I could use a favor. Hmm.
Us Preston Hall brothers
have to stick together, right?
Haven't seen you in 15 years.
Uh, staying in touch...
It's not one of my strong suits.
I was covering a story in Syria.
It's landed me in hot water
with the current regime.
They won't let me step foot
inside the country.
You must have other connections.
Well, I could call
Dean Behringer,
but he's got his hands full.
I really didn't want to
call in a favor
for something this small.
The head of the IMF
owes you a favor?
Well, aren't they what
makes our world go round?
Let me talk to my colleagues,
see if we can't put
our heads together
and figure something out.
I'm sure there's a solution.
I appreciate that.
You know, I always said
you were one of the good ones.
Hmm. You can see yourself out.
(piano playing classical music)
Damien Thorn.
(gasps) I can't believe
it's really you.
It's been a long time.
Sorry. Do I know you?
Ann Rutledge.
Last time I saw you was
at your father's funeral.
You knew my father.
He was such a good man.
Impeccable character.
For him, to suffer
such a tragic death...
But you were so young.
I imagine
you don't remember much.
Sadly, no.
Mm-hmm. That'll change.
Uh, why do you say that?
Because it's a whole new world.
The seal's been broken,
the trumpet blown.
I don't follow.
Your father would have
been proud.
You have so much to offer.
I, uh, I take pictures.
(chuckles) Humility's
an overrated virtue.
It couldn't have been easy
for you,
expelled from school
after school,
Preston, Exeter, Oxford...
You'd think those people would
would be more forgiving
to a boy so obviously...
(chuckles) Gifted.
You seem to know a lot
about where I've been.
The past is like
a noose around our necks.
Wouldn't you say?
Truth is...
I wouldn't be doing my job
if I didn't keep my eyes
and ears open
about Damien Thorn.
And what exactly is your job,
miss...
Rutledge.
I suppose it would best
be described
as the protection business.
I look out for
special interests.
Whose?
In my line of work,
discretion is paramount.
The key is to always
maintain a presence
without letting people know
you've been there all along,
right over their shoulder.
Every step of the way.
I just wanted
to introduce myself.
It's so exciting
to see how much you've grown.
Our paths have crossed before,
you know, I'm sure of it.
(low growl)
(panting)
(snarling)
(cellphone rings)
(ring) Did you find her?
KELLY: I asked everyone
who lived in that encampment.
No one had ever seen her.
I found something else.
I'm back in New York.
I'll text you my address.
You'll want to see it.
(wind gusting)
( indistinct whispering )
( woman whispering in Latin )
(wind gusting loudly)
( howls )
( whispering continues )
( shouting and screaming )
( speaking in Latin )
I had it translated.
It's Latin.
(mouse pad clicks,
video stops)
She's saying,
"Here's my beloved son,
in whom I am well pleased."
According to the Gospel
of Matthew,
when John the Baptist
baptized Christ,
the sky opened
and a voice called out
those exact words.
Christ was supposedly
baptized when he turned 30.
It was my 30th birthday
the day she grabbed me.
And you were covered
in her blood, weren't you?
Baptized in it.
Christ started his ministry
after his baptism,
his preaching.
I've been having visions.
No, uh... memories...
That I haven't had before.
There was a party.
I was 5. My... parents
were still alive.
There were, uh...
ponies and carousels.
And, uh...
Someone shouted out my name,
that they loved me.
My governess was standing
on the ledge
in front of everyone
with a rope around her neck.
Uh... She looked straight at me,
and she said...
"It's all for you."
And then she jumped
to her death.
Jesus.
How could that old woman
know those exact words?
This is why I left, Kelly.
I couldn't drag you into this.
Into what?
This... th-this... shit.
I thought it was crazy,
but there's always been...
Someone else, some...
Some thing, like a...
Like a dark cloud
hanging over me.
I-I've... I've ignored it.
I've denied it,
but it's always been there.
And when that... when that
old woman grabbed me,
it was like it was...
It was inside me now, growing,
and... (door unlocks and opens)
This is... my sister, Simone.
Damien Thorn.
I know who you are.
Good to finally meet you.
Don't let me interrupt.
You guys need anything?
We're good.
I stay here
when I'm in New York.
(door closes)
You came all the way back
from Damascus for this?
Uh... uh...
Thank you for...
For... for this,
for trying to help.
Wait. What about that old woman?
How are you gonna find her?
I have no idea.
(whirring)
It's the only shot of
the old woman I could find.
Look, I told you, I took,
like, three, four singles.
Look, man, I've been
through everything.
This is the only image she's in.
Then we'll go
through everything again
even if it takes all night.
What's the big deal?
(knock on door)
(lock clicks, door creaks)
(door closes)
I hope I'm not
disturbing anything.
Uh, actually, we've...
Uh, we were just finished up.
Um...
See if you can find that
and call me later?
Sure thing.
Listen, uh, I would love
to, uh, hang.
You see how the bossman is,
wants what he wants.
I know.
Was, um, was good to see you.
You, too.
(door closes)
These pictures...
Why do you have them
hanging in your home?
The pain.
That dark cloud
that's been following you.
You can't let it in.
But that doesn't mean
you have to shut out
everything else, either.
No, you're right.
You're always right.
(sighs) I looked for stories
about your birthday party.
I couldn't find anything,
but I did find this.
The photographer, Jennings,
was killed in Megiddo.
He knew your father.
My father was a public figure.
Another death all within
the same few weeks.
That still doesn't explain
anything about the old woman.
This article says Jennings
died near Megiddo...
An archaeological site
in Israel.
It was the only connection
I can find to the Middle East
in any of this.
I was able to access
your father's travel log.
He was in Megiddo
when Jennings died.
Why?
The excavation was run by...
Carl Bugenhagen,
a renowned biblical scholar.
Died later that same year.
I located a doctoral student
who was working
with him at the time.
He might be worth talking to.
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(engine turns off)
(crickets chirping)
(door unlocks and creaks)
Professor Reneus?
I'm Kelly Baptiste.
We spoke on the phone.
Oh, yes, yes, the woman
from the newspaper.
You wanted to know about
my old teacher, Bugenhagen.
Damien Thorn.
May I?
(clock ticking)
(ticking grows louder)
I don't have very much time.
Thank you for seeing us.
Damien's father...
I know exactly who you are,
Mr. Thorn.
You were a bit of an obsession
for Dr. Bugenhagen.
Why is that?
Do you know who he was?
A biblical scholar.
He was one of
the world's leading experts
on the Book of Revelation.
My father sought him out. Why?
That was a long time ago.
We've come a long way to learn
why my father, a politician,
would seek out
a biblical scholar.
He was not a God-fearing man.
Your father wanted answers...
about the Beast.
The False Messiah...
described in
the Book of Revelation.
Servant of Satan.
He is to be worshiped
like a king.
And then his true nature
will be revealed.
He will become the greatest
tyrant the world has ever seen,
plunging it into darkness,
plague, famine, war...
The end of days...
until he is defeated
by the returned Christ
during the Last Judgment.
The Antichrist.
That word is never
actually used in Revelation,
but the early church fathers
believed that the Beast
and the Antichrist are the same.
Thessalonians calls him
the Man of Lawlessness.
The Devil has many names.
What does this have to do
with my father?
He was a diplomat, was he not?
Many expect the Beast
to come from the world
of politics.
When Revelation was
first written...
It was the Emperor Nero
that recognized him
by his number...
666.
Does that mean anything to you?
No.
Do these people look familiar?
No, I don't believe so.
The man was a photographer...
Thanks for your time.
(metal creaking)
RENEUS: Mr. Thorn!
(wind gusting)
You must accept Christ
as your savior.
(breathing heavily)
Accept Christ.
It's your only hope.
Drink his blood. Eat his flesh.
Accept our savior.
What are you saying,
that my father was right?
He may not be
fire and brimstone, Mr. Thorn,
but the Devil does exist.
He lurks in the dark corners
of the heart.
(rosary clinks)
(wind gusting, metal creaking)
This was a waste of time.
(engine starts)
(low growling)
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(door creaks)
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(low growling)
( indistinct whispering )
(door unlocks and creaks)
( whispering continues )
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(barks)
♪♪
(glass shatters)
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(barking and snarling)
(screaming)
(barking)
(continues screaming)
(grunting)
(continues screaming)
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Aah! (wheezes)
(brakes squeal,
engine turns off)
(thunder rumbling)
KELLY:
You haven't said two words
since we left the college.
DAMIEN: What can I say?
Obviously, other people
noticed all the coincidences
around you.
You expect me to believe
there's really a God,
really a Devil, and I'm on
the wrong side. Bullshit.
I don't have all the answers.
Neither do you.
(cellphone rings)
(ring)
(sighs)
(ring, beep)
Hello?
Yes, this is she.
Yes, I was there today.
(thunderclap)
Oh, my God.
Of course. Thank you.
(cellphone beeps) (gasps)
Reneus was killed.
Cops say he was mauled
by some animal.
This is because of me.
I told you.
Whatever's going on...
You're not alone.
Let me help you.
(thunderclap)
No, you have to go.
No. We can handle this.
No... there is no... "we."
I-I... shouldn't have called you.
This was a mistake.
Don't say that. This has
nothing to do with you.
Yes, it does. It does.
Kelly, you...
You have to go.
Leave me alone.
Don't do this.
Get out.
(door opens and closes)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunderclap)
(panting)
(engine starts)
(continues panting)
(door alert chiming)
(thunder rumbling)
(shifts gears)
(grinding)
(engine revs, grinding)
(wipers whirring)
(breathing heavily)
(crying)
(thunder rumbling)
(clatter)
(whirs)
(grunts)
(grunts)
(grunts)
Help me!
Aah! Somebody help!
(sobbing)
Help me!
Whoa! I got you. I got you.
Get me out.
(grunts) Something grabbed me.
Something grabbed me!
(screams)
No, no! No, Kelly! No!
Kelly! No!
♪♪
(engine rumbling)
(radio chatter,
indistinct conversations)
Slowly. Slowly.
(radio chatter continues)
Ma'am, ma'am, please, no.
Let me through! I'm her sister.
Ma'am!
Did you find her?
(sobbing)
(crying) No, no.
(continues crying)
(sniffles)
(sniffling)
(sighing)
(door locks)
(sighs) Is there anyone...
Uh, I can call?
We were always so afraid
that her plane would go down,
or... she'd get hurt
in the field.
She was fearless.
(exhales deeply)
She's in a better place.
You don't believe that, do you?
I, uh... don't know
what to believe.
She can't be gone.
This can't be all we have.
(voice breaking) I really need
to believe that right now.
(sniffles) Death isn't the end.
(exhales deeply)
(inhales and exhales deeply)
(dials cellphone)
Dad?
It's about Kelly.
(door closes)
♪♪
(keys jangling)
He visited Igor Reneus
last night.
What did Reneus say?
He's dead.
How is it possible?
(door creaks)
Thorn was in Damascus,
not in Israel.
(door locks, keys jangle)
The Beast is to rise
from the Holy Land itself.
(switch clicks)
The road through Jerusalem?
Rome runs through Damascus.
That's where Saint Paul
saw the risen Christ,
and the whole world
was swept away.
(lock clicks)
I told you we waited too long.
♪♪
(cawing)
(horns honk in distance)
(cawing resumes)
(doors clank)
(doors thud)
♪♪
( Indistinct whispering )
(wind whistling)
( whispering continues )
(wind gusting)
( whispering continues )
( whispering continues )
♪♪
What do you want from me?
Huh? Tell me... what...
What did I ever do to you?
♪♪
My mother, my... my fa...
My father.
How many more?
You d...
(voice breaking)
You didn't have to kill her.
♪♪
Why? (crying)
Why? (crying)
♪♪
Answer me!
(rosary clatters)
(breathing heavily)
(clank)
( howl )
(rumbling)
( screaming )
(rumbling continues)
(cracking)
♪♪
(screaming) Daddy! Daddy!
♪♪
Please, Daddy, no!
♪♪
(gunshot)
♪♪
(panting)
(wind blowing) It's you.
How... how did you get here?
What? What? Why did you
say those things?
What... what...
What's all for me?
No, wait. Well, how...
Who are you?
Aah! MAN: Hey! Hey!
Get away from her!
(slap)
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(siren wailing in distance)
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Captions by VITAC...
(cawing continues)
(doors clank)
(doors thud)
♪♪
( Indistinct whispering )
(wind whistling)
( whispering continues )
(wind continues whistling)
What do you want from me?
Huh? Tell me. What did...
What did I ever do to you?
♪♪
(rosary clatters) Answer me!
♪♪
(crowd shouting indistinctly
in native language)
(indistinct shouting continues)
(speaking in native language)
(clicks)
Happy birthday.
You remembered. You know what?
I can't accept this.
It says "Property of
Carol Schlitzman"
on the bottom.
Dang, man, I thought
I scratched that off.
(both laugh)
Thanks, man, really.
Don't thank me yet.
I've got the crew
coming to the hotel tonight,
and once I told them
you're turning the big 3-0,
they promised to bring the pain.
I don't think I recovered
from last year.
(chuckles) It looks quiet.
Get some, uh,
quality of life shots
to fill out the piece.
Just make it quick.
(boy shouts in native language)
I wanna get this party started!
Careful!
(native instruments playing,
camera shutter clicking)
(shouting playfully
in native language)
(man singing in native language)
♪♪
(camera shutter clicking)
♪♪
(children continue
shouting playfully)
(horn blaring)
(men shouting
in native language)
(men shouting
in native language)
(screaming)
(speaking Arabic
in amplified voice)
(camera shutter clicking)
(speaks in native language)
(screaming)
(camera shutter clicking)
(objects shattering)
(shouting in native language
continues)
(helicopter whirring overhead)
Hey. What happened?
The Army's relocating
these people!
They got word
they're harboring terrorists!
The only terrorists here are
the ones they're creating.
(explosion, horn blares)
(shouting continues)
Kelly!
Damien?
What are you doing here?
Same as you.
I meant to call.
Hey, uh, Kelly,
it's good to see you.
Amani. Thought you'd come
to your senses
and ditch this guy.
(sighs) Can't get rid of him.
Hey, listen, uh,
what'd you see? Any chance
we can slip back in there?
No, it's all closed off.
There's gonna be a massacre.
So we're gonna have
to stay put then.
Are you kidding me?
Absolutely not.
(men shouting
in native language)
I got this one.
(shouting continues)
Aah! Ohh!
(shouting continues)
(gunshots)
(women screaming)
(indistinct shouting)
(screaming and sobbing)
(sobbing)
(man screaming)
(whistles and hisses)
(shouts indistinctly)
(crying)
(American accent)
Damien, I love you.
It's all for you.
( Distorted screams )
Hic est filius meus dilectus...
Look at me, Damien.
It's all for you!
Damien, I love you!
(speaks in distorted voice)
(body thuds)
Stand up. Get up!
♪♪
(man speaking in
native language over P.A.)
Who are you looking for?
That woman. Who?
This, uh, woman grabbed me.
She knew my name.
Another journalist?
No, no, from here,
from Damascus.
She said stuff.
Stuff she couldn't have known.
She did... something.
I saw memories from my childhood
when I was a kid
when my parents...
No, an accident had happened.
Thought you said you don't
remember your childhood.
No, she brought it all back.
I was 5. It was my birthday.
We gotta find out
where these trucks are going.
Hey, Kelly!
(machine gunfire)
I'm hooking up a ride.
This guy says he knows where
these people are being
relocated.
He'll take us there for $500.
(horn honks)
Hey, I'll meet you
back at the hotel.
No, dude, you know better
than to just get in a car
with a local.
We could end up hostages.
I have to find her, all right?
(shouting in native language)
Hey! Hey!
Hey, come on.
AMANI: Whoa.
Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Okay, okay.
All journalists are being
deported immediately.
(tires peal)
(grunts)
♪♪
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I'm sure this will get
picked up by "Time," HuffPo,
maybe "The New Yorker."
You might be looking
at a Pulitzer.
I have to get back there.
You know we shouldn't
have been thrown out.
The only thing I know
is my boss is gonna ask
why I'm still doing business
with you.
Because he's the only one
who gets close enough.
You have to get us back there.
Honey, that's just not
gonna happen.
You've been banned
from entering Syria.
Just give it a few months...
This can't wait.
Something is going on.
If this is about the private...
No, it's not that.
Then what?
(helicopters whirring)
(man shouting
in native language over P.A.)
(cellphone rings)
Hello? Kelly, it's Damien.
(lowered voice)
Are you all right?
Where the hell are you?
New York. Listen.
Did you find out where
they relocated the Christians?
I-I need to find that old woman,
the one who grabbed me. I saw.
She grabbed your face
and said, "Damien, I love you."
Can you find her?
Why should I help you?
We had something. We did. But...
And you just disappeared?
No explanation?
It was the only way.
You have to trust me.
I did trust you.
Can you find that woman?
I'll try.
Thank you.
Thank you, Tiffany.
I'll take it from here.
Damien Thorn. Long time.
Good to see you, Cray. I, uh...
I hope you don't mind
me interrupting.
I could use a favor. Hmm.
Us Preston Hall brothers
have to stick together, right?
Haven't seen you in 15 years.
Uh, staying in touch...
It's not one of my strong suits.
I was covering a story in Syria.
It's landed me in hot water
with the current regime.
They won't let me step foot
inside the country.
You must have other connections.
Well, I could call
Dean Behringer,
but he's got his hands full.
I really didn't want to
call in a favor
for something this small.
The head of the IMF
owes you a favor?
Well, aren't they what
makes our world go round?
Let me talk to my colleagues,
see if we can't put
our heads together
and figure something out.
I'm sure there's a solution.
I appreciate that.
You know, I always said
you were one of the good ones.
Hmm. You can see yourself out.
(piano playing classical music)
Damien Thorn.
(gasps) I can't believe
it's really you.
It's been a long time.
Sorry. Do I know you?
Ann Rutledge.
Last time I saw you was
at your father's funeral.
You knew my father.
He was such a good man.
Impeccable character.
For him, to suffer
such a tragic death...
But you were so young.
I imagine
you don't remember much.
Sadly, no.
Mm-hmm. That'll change.
Uh, why do you say that?
Because it's a whole new world.
The seal's been broken,
the trumpet blown.
I don't follow.
Your father would have
been proud.
You have so much to offer.
I, uh, I take pictures.
(chuckles) Humility's
an overrated virtue.
It couldn't have been easy
for you,
expelled from school
after school,
Preston, Exeter, Oxford...
You'd think those people would
would be more forgiving
to a boy so obviously...
(chuckles) Gifted.
You seem to know a lot
about where I've been.
The past is like
a noose around our necks.
Wouldn't you say?
Truth is...
I wouldn't be doing my job
if I didn't keep my eyes
and ears open
about Damien Thorn.
And what exactly is your job,
miss...
Rutledge.
I suppose it would best
be described
as the protection business.
I look out for
special interests.
Whose?
In my line of work,
discretion is paramount.
The key is to always
maintain a presence
without letting people know
you've been there all along,
right over their shoulder.
Every step of the way.
I just wanted
to introduce myself.
It's so exciting
to see how much you've grown.
Our paths have crossed before,
you know, I'm sure of it.
(low growl)
(panting)
(snarling)
(cellphone rings)
(ring) Did you find her?
KELLY: I asked everyone
who lived in that encampment.
No one had ever seen her.
I found something else.
I'm back in New York.
I'll text you my address.
You'll want to see it.
(wind gusting)
( indistinct whispering )
( woman whispering in Latin )
(wind gusting loudly)
( howls )
( whispering continues )
( shouting and screaming )
( speaking in Latin )
I had it translated.
It's Latin.
(mouse pad clicks,
video stops)
She's saying,
"Here's my beloved son,
in whom I am well pleased."
According to the Gospel
of Matthew,
when John the Baptist
baptized Christ,
the sky opened
and a voice called out
those exact words.
Christ was supposedly
baptized when he turned 30.
It was my 30th birthday
the day she grabbed me.
And you were covered
in her blood, weren't you?
Baptized in it.
Christ started his ministry
after his baptism,
his preaching.
I've been having visions.
No, uh... memories...
That I haven't had before.
There was a party.
I was 5. My... parents
were still alive.
There were, uh...
ponies and carousels.
And, uh...
Someone shouted out my name,
that they loved me.
My governess was standing
on the ledge
in front of everyone
with a rope around her neck.
Uh... She looked straight at me,
and she said...
"It's all for you."
And then she jumped
to her death.
Jesus.
How could that old woman
know those exact words?
This is why I left, Kelly.
I couldn't drag you into this.
Into what?
This... th-this... shit.
I thought it was crazy,
but there's always been...
Someone else, some...
Some thing, like a...
Like a dark cloud
hanging over me.
I-I've... I've ignored it.
I've denied it,
but it's always been there.
And when that... when that
old woman grabbed me,
it was like it was...
It was inside me now, growing,
and... (door unlocks and opens)
This is... my sister, Simone.
Damien Thorn.
I know who you are.
Good to finally meet you.
Don't let me interrupt.
You guys need anything?
We're good.
I stay here
when I'm in New York.
(door closes)
You came all the way back
from Damascus for this?
Uh... uh...
Thank you for...
For... for this,
for trying to help.
Wait. What about that old woman?
How are you gonna find her?
I have no idea.
(whirring)
It's the only shot of
the old woman I could find.
Look, I told you, I took,
like, three, four singles.
Look, man, I've been
through everything.
This is the only image she's in.
Then we'll go
through everything again
even if it takes all night.
What's the big deal?
(knock on door)
(lock clicks, door creaks)
(door closes)
I hope I'm not
disturbing anything.
Uh, actually, we've...
Uh, we were just finished up.
Um...
See if you can find that
and call me later?
Sure thing.
Listen, uh, I would love
to, uh, hang.
You see how the bossman is,
wants what he wants.
I know.
Was, um, was good to see you.
You, too.
(door closes)
These pictures...
Why do you have them
hanging in your home?
The pain.
That dark cloud
that's been following you.
You can't let it in.
But that doesn't mean
you have to shut out
everything else, either.
No, you're right.
You're always right.
(sighs) I looked for stories
about your birthday party.
I couldn't find anything,
but I did find this.
The photographer, Jennings,
was killed in Megiddo.
He knew your father.
My father was a public figure.
Another death all within
the same few weeks.
That still doesn't explain
anything about the old woman.
This article says Jennings
died near Megiddo...
An archaeological site
in Israel.
It was the only connection
I can find to the Middle East
in any of this.
I was able to access
your father's travel log.
He was in Megiddo
when Jennings died.
Why?
The excavation was run by...
Carl Bugenhagen,
a renowned biblical scholar.
Died later that same year.
I located a doctoral student
who was working
with him at the time.
He might be worth talking to.
♪♪
(engine turns off)
(crickets chirping)
(door unlocks and creaks)
Professor Reneus?
I'm Kelly Baptiste.
We spoke on the phone.
Oh, yes, yes, the woman
from the newspaper.
You wanted to know about
my old teacher, Bugenhagen.
Damien Thorn.
May I?
(clock ticking)
(ticking grows louder)
I don't have very much time.
Thank you for seeing us.
Damien's father...
I know exactly who you are,
Mr. Thorn.
You were a bit of an obsession
for Dr. Bugenhagen.
Why is that?
Do you know who he was?
A biblical scholar.
He was one of
the world's leading experts
on the Book of Revelation.
My father sought him out. Why?
That was a long time ago.
We've come a long way to learn
why my father, a politician,
would seek out
a biblical scholar.
He was not a God-fearing man.
Your father wanted answers...
about the Beast.
The False Messiah...
described in
the Book of Revelation.
Servant of Satan.
He is to be worshiped
like a king.
And then his true nature
will be revealed.
He will become the greatest
tyrant the world has ever seen,
plunging it into darkness,
plague, famine, war...
The end of days...
until he is defeated
by the returned Christ
during the Last Judgment.
The Antichrist.
That word is never
actually used in Revelation,
but the early church fathers
believed that the Beast
and the Antichrist are the same.
Thessalonians calls him
the Man of Lawlessness.
The Devil has many names.
What does this have to do
with my father?
He was a diplomat, was he not?
Many expect the Beast
to come from the world
of politics.
When Revelation was
first written...
It was the Emperor Nero
that recognized him
by his number...
666.
Does that mean anything to you?
No.
Do these people look familiar?
No, I don't believe so.
The man was a photographer...
Thanks for your time.
(metal creaking)
RENEUS: Mr. Thorn!
(wind gusting)
You must accept Christ
as your savior.
(breathing heavily)
Accept Christ.
It's your only hope.
Drink his blood. Eat his flesh.
Accept our savior.
What are you saying,
that my father was right?
He may not be
fire and brimstone, Mr. Thorn,
but the Devil does exist.
He lurks in the dark corners
of the heart.
(rosary clinks)
(wind gusting, metal creaking)
This was a waste of time.
(engine starts)
(low growling)
♪♪
(door creaks)
♪♪
♪♪
(low growling)
( indistinct whispering )
(door unlocks and creaks)
( whispering continues )
♪♪
(barks)
♪♪
(glass shatters)
♪♪
(barking and snarling)
(screaming)
(barking)
(continues screaming)
(grunting)
(continues screaming)
♪♪
Aah! (wheezes)
(brakes squeal,
engine turns off)
(thunder rumbling)
KELLY:
You haven't said two words
since we left the college.
DAMIEN: What can I say?
Obviously, other people
noticed all the coincidences
around you.
You expect me to believe
there's really a God,
really a Devil, and I'm on
the wrong side. Bullshit.
I don't have all the answers.
Neither do you.
(cellphone rings)
(ring)
(sighs)
(ring, beep)
Hello?
Yes, this is she.
Yes, I was there today.
(thunderclap)
Oh, my God.
Of course. Thank you.
(cellphone beeps) (gasps)
Reneus was killed.
Cops say he was mauled
by some animal.
This is because of me.
I told you.
Whatever's going on...
You're not alone.
Let me help you.
(thunderclap)
No, you have to go.
No. We can handle this.
No... there is no... "we."
I-I... shouldn't have called you.
This was a mistake.
Don't say that. This has
nothing to do with you.
Yes, it does. It does.
Kelly, you...
You have to go.
Leave me alone.
Don't do this.
Get out.
(door opens and closes)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunderclap)
(panting)
(engine starts)
(continues panting)
(door alert chiming)
(thunder rumbling)
(shifts gears)
(grinding)
(engine revs, grinding)
(wipers whirring)
(breathing heavily)
(crying)
(thunder rumbling)
(clatter)
(whirs)
(grunts)
(grunts)
(grunts)
Help me!
Aah! Somebody help!
(sobbing)
Help me!
Whoa! I got you. I got you.
Get me out.
(grunts) Something grabbed me.
Something grabbed me!
(screams)
No, no! No, Kelly! No!
Kelly! No!
♪♪
(engine rumbling)
(radio chatter,
indistinct conversations)
Slowly. Slowly.
(radio chatter continues)
Ma'am, ma'am, please, no.
Let me through! I'm her sister.
Ma'am!
Did you find her?
(sobbing)
(crying) No, no.
(continues crying)
(sniffles)
(sniffling)
(sighing)
(door locks)
(sighs) Is there anyone...
Uh, I can call?
We were always so afraid
that her plane would go down,
or... she'd get hurt
in the field.
She was fearless.
(exhales deeply)
She's in a better place.
You don't believe that, do you?
I, uh... don't know
what to believe.
She can't be gone.
This can't be all we have.
(voice breaking) I really need
to believe that right now.
(sniffles) Death isn't the end.
(exhales deeply)
(inhales and exhales deeply)
(dials cellphone)
Dad?
It's about Kelly.
(door closes)
♪♪
(keys jangling)
He visited Igor Reneus
last night.
What did Reneus say?
He's dead.
How is it possible?
(door creaks)
Thorn was in Damascus,
not in Israel.
(door locks, keys jangle)
The Beast is to rise
from the Holy Land itself.
(switch clicks)
The road through Jerusalem?
Rome runs through Damascus.
That's where Saint Paul
saw the risen Christ,
and the whole world
was swept away.
(lock clicks)
I told you we waited too long.
♪♪
(cawing)
(horns honk in distance)
(cawing resumes)
(doors clank)
(doors thud)
♪♪
( Indistinct whispering )
(wind whistling)
( whispering continues )
(wind gusting)
( whispering continues )
( whispering continues )
♪♪
What do you want from me?
Huh? Tell me... what...
What did I ever do to you?
♪♪
My mother, my... my fa...
My father.
How many more?
You d...
(voice breaking)
You didn't have to kill her.
♪♪
Why? (crying)
Why? (crying)
♪♪
Answer me!
(rosary clatters)
(breathing heavily)
(clank)
( howl )
(rumbling)
( screaming )
(rumbling continues)
(cracking)
♪♪
(screaming) Daddy! Daddy!
♪♪
Please, Daddy, no!
♪♪
(gunshot)
♪♪
(panting)
(wind blowing) It's you.
How... how did you get here?
What? What? Why did you
say those things?
What... what...
What's all for me?
No, wait. Well, how...
Who are you?
Aah! MAN: Hey! Hey!
Get away from her!
(slap)
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(siren wailing in distance)
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