Damien (2016): Season 1, Episode 2 - Second Death - full transcript

Previously on "Damien"...

There's always been some thing,

like a dark cloud
hanging over me.

I've ignored it, I've denied it,

but it's...
It's always been there.

Damien, I love you.

It's all for you.

(speaking Latin)

I had it translated.

She's saying,
"Here is my beloved son

in whom I am well pleased."



You came all the way back
from Damascus for this.

It's been a long time.

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Ann Rutledge.

What exactly is your job?

I suppose it would
best be described

as the protection business.

(engine revving)

(screaming)

Don't let go of me!

What do you want from me?
Answer me!

Your father wanted answers
about the Beast.

The Antichrist.

He will become



the greatest tyrant
the world has ever seen.

666.

Does that mean anything to you?

♪

♪

(speaking Latin)

(breathing heavily)

(growling)

(growling)

(snarling)

(panting)

♪

(praying indistinctly)

(grunting)

(thunder rumbles)

(panting)

(women sobbing)

Mama?

(speaking Spanish)

♪

(breathing heavily)

(water running)

(indistinct whispering)

(panting)

(faucet squeaking)

(water stops running)

(dog growling softly)

(praying indistinctly)

(growling intensifies)

(gasps)

(thunder rumbles)

I hear the boy's fine.

He says he doesn't remember
anything that happened.

You have saved another soul.

I'm a servant of God.
His will be done.

You are needed back in Rome,
immediately.

But I'm... supposed to travel
to the Philippines.

There's a woman there

who claims to have the stigmata.

The cardinal said
this could not wait any longer.

What is it?

The only thing that I know
is that...

I-I-I have never seen a man
so frightened in my life.

You must leave now.

You must hurry.

♪

(explosions)

(screaming)

(machine-gun fire)

(screaming)

WOMAN: Damien!

(children laughing) Damien?!

Look at me, Damien!

It's all for you!

(glass shatters)

(knock on door)

(door closes)

You don't call. You don't write.

You don't shower for three days.

I was busy.

Spring cleaning.

You look like shit.

You look like an undertaker.

(sighs) All right, man,
time to get dressed.

Got to get going.

Yeah, uh, go ahead without me.

You can't skip Kelly's funeral.

Like I said, I'm in the middle
of something important.

Last year in Aleppo,
you went to that memorial

for that pompous Times reporter
you hated.

Remember?

Then there was that Army captain
in Tripoli,

not to mention spending
two extra days in Sierra Leone

during the whole Ebola outbreak
for that boy your barely knew.

Name was Solomon.

Yeah, well, this is Kelly
we're talking about.

You think I don't know that?

You need to go.

For what?

For closure, to say goodbye?

Yeah. That's what
funerals are for.

I can't bullshit with these
people about how she died...

As if I could even explain.

It is not your fault.

All right?

Now, you're gonna get
in that shower,

or it's gonna be the two of us
in there.

That, my friend,
is not gonna be pretty.

♪

(crows cawing)

(doors creak)

(knocks softly)

Are you sure it's him?

He's here. We know he's here.

How much time do we have?

Not much.

Okay.

It's one of the seven daggers
of Megiddo.

The others are lost.

Strike where
the heart should be.

You know, after Iraq,

I swore I'd never kill
another man.

This is not a man.

If you could have killed Hitler

before he unleashed
all his horrors on the world,

would you have?

This is worse.

(coughing)

Bless me, Father, for the sin
I'm about to commit.

I need your blessing so that
I know what I'm about to do

is right in the eyes of God.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.
(grunts)

Father?

Fath...

Father?

Father!

(breathing heavily)

♪

(bell tolling)

♪

MAN: Thorn?

How long's it been?

Not long enough, Marlo.

Yeah, it's good to see you, too.

Sorry about Kelly.

How you holding up?

Dude! You made it back
from Juba.

Yeah, man, I hitched a ride
on an Army transport.

Your tax dollars hard at work.

(chuckles)

(bell tolling)

Well, it's a hell of a turnout.

I'm not surprised.

Coming inside?

Yeah.

Oh, it's just a church.
That's all.

(voice breaking)
Maybe you guys...

knew Kelly better than I did.

I guess we all knew
snippets of Kelly.

Phi Beta Kappa, humanitarian,

crusading journalist
out to save the world.

(chuckles)

She was that voice calling

from some far-off place
I'd never heard of.

From Lagos or wherever
in the world she was.

(breathing heavily)

She was a teacher,
a storyteller.

(indistinct voices)

I wanted to be just like her.

(sniffles)

I wanted... I did.

She was so strong and...
(screaming)

She had won
a Courage in Journalism Award,

and it was then that I realized

I do not have the slightest clue

what my sister's been through
or seen.

I remember one time

she was passing through
New York...

(speaking in reverse)

(ominous music plays)

(breathing heavily)

So she moved on...

to a new one.

And now she's with our Lord,

beside Him in a place without
pain (sniffles) or cruelty.

I give thanks and praise to God

for Christ's victory
over sin and death.

(glass shatters, people gasping)

(indistinct conversations)

(coughing)

(crows cawing)

I can't do funerals, either.

All that "there's a reason
for everything,

it's part of God's plan."

It's hard to stomach.

The death of anyone
so young and talented

is senseless.

Period.

But they need an out.

It's God's will.

Not a strong believer?

In God?

No, not a fan.

I heard you were there
the night she died, poor thing.

You must feel awful
you couldn't save her.

How did you know Kelly?

I know a lot of people.

Like my father.

Yes, I learned
a great deal from him.

And your mother.

You knew my mother, too?

(door opens)

You shot out of there
like a bat out of Hell.

Yeah, uh, I...
just needed some air.

Yeah, you and me both, Thorn.

Let's get the hell out of here,
go drown our sorrows.

Actually, we're all going back
to Simone's to pay our respects.

Great.

I'll stop off
and pick up a fifth.

You coming?

Yeah. Of course he is.

(croaks weakly)

AMANI:
I stopped counting after 20.

Just too many friends lost.

CECI: I can't bring myself

to delete the numbers
from my contacts.

Forces me to remember.

You know how I remember, Ceci?

(clears throat)

Shrapnel... In my calf here.

That's from that air raid
in Mogadishu

where those two BBC reporters
were taken out.

Gap over my eye here?

That's a Molotov cocktail
in Colombia

when Monica Paredes was hit.

You see this scar?

Got it kissing some flying glass
in that bombing in Tripoli.

Hey, how about you, Thorn?

Or does your hairdresser here
hide all your scars for you?

Uh...

I've been pretty lucky so far.

From what I've heard,
you're kind of always
in the middle of everything.

AMANI: Last summer,
we were in Karbala, right,

and this car bomb
took out 16 people.

My head was bleeding.
My legs were torn up.

I mean, people lost their shit.

I'll never forget it.
There was this, um...

There was this kid,
he was sitting on the street.

Couldn't have been
more than 10 years old.

His face was torn up,

and he was stabbing himself
in the gut with a crucifix

over and over again,

like six times
before he finally keeled over,

thing still sticking out of him.

Meanwhile, this guy... Nothing.

It's like weird stuff happens
all the time, but...

never a scratch.

My sister spent her whole life

in war zones like that, and...

she died in a sinkhole.

Mmm.

I got to get something to eat
before I...

Thanks for coming.

I'm sorry I missed the service.
I had some fires to put out.

I need to get out of here.

New York.

Anything interesting coming in?

An assignment?

Why don't you take it easy
for a couple weeks?
I'm fine.

Listen, um...

I've been meaning
to give this to you.

I've been carrying it around
for a couple of days.

55 grand?

For your Damascus photos.

There's been a lot of interest
in your work.

This says Ann Rutledge.
She bought my photo?

A lot of them, actually.

She's pretty much taken out
the entire library.

Don't worry.

Next week, I'm gonna take him
to the Caicos.

A month of rum and sun is
just what this doctor ordered.

And when we get back,
you can hook us up,

maybe with that thing
in Pakistan.

We need to talk.

About what?

(line ringing)

WOMAN: Armitage Global.

Uh, Ann Rutledge, please.
I'm returning her call.

I'm sorry, sir, there's
no one here by that name.

Uh, could you check again,
please?

She left this number.

I don't need to check, sir.

It's important I talk to her.

The name's Damien Thorn.

Oh. I'm so sorry, Mr. Thorn.

I'll make sure Ms. Rutledge
gets your message immediately.

Good evening, Mr. Thorn.

You're firing us?

Did you tell him?

I couldn't.

Jesus, Ceci, that's...

That's nice timing.

I'm sorry.

(sighs)

(indistinct conversations)

Out of all the kids
who went to our school,

the Baptiste sisters
were the brightest...

Asking questions,

pushing to know the truth.

Well, I-I don't know Simone,

but, uh, that sounds like Kelly.

It's good that they have
a foundation.

Simone needs it now.

Are you a man of faith?

Anything but.

It's times like these that
our faith can serve us well.

To be honest,
I was just thinking,
given how Kelly died,

I wouldn't put my faith
in any foundation.

Things give way,
no rhyme or reason.

That is God's plan.

I've heard a lot
about God's plan.

Yeah. Coming wars, plagues,
untold suffering.

Then Jesus swoops down
from Heaven

and we're all delivered
from evil... amen.

The Book of Revelation
was written for the faithful

during a time of persecution.

It is meant to inspire us,

to keep us going,
no matter what we suffer.

At the end, God will save us.

♪

I just don't buy it.

Look around.

If God did exist,
then he's timeless, right?

Right.

So what's he waiting for?

Why doesn't he save us now?
Why didn't he save Kelly?

I mean, she was reporting

on atrocities
all around the world.

Forced starvation, slavery,

rape being used
as a political weapon.

She was helping those
working against suffering,

and God kills her
in a parking lot.

It's unacceptable.

I mean, he should do better.

I'm supposed to accept

some mythological ideology
from 2,000 years ago

that it's all meant
to mean something,

it's all part
of some divine plan.

I'm sorry, Father,
that's not good enough.

It's a cruel joke.

If God's the one telling it,
then he's a sadistic prick!

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

Uh...

I'm... I'm sorry.

(door opens, closes)

(children playing)

(indistinct conversations)

(car alarm activates)

(camera shutter clicking)

(indistinct shouting)

(man coughing)

(camera shutter clicking)

(crow cawing)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(footsteps)

Trapped in the hole below.

The darkness.
The darkness is coming.

The darkness is coming.

♪

What did you say?

(laughs)

S-Stay away.

Stay away.

Oh, please, leave it, really.

Hey, uh, listen, uh...

What Damien said, he...
He didn't mean it.

Well, it sure sounded like it.

Yeah, well, he's a mess.

You know, I practically
had to drag him

out of his apartment today.

So he's got you
to follow him around

and clean up his messes.

Yeah. I'm good at it.

I bet.

Here's your jacket.

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

Listen, uh, I thought
you were great today.

You were strong for your family,
for everybody.

I know how it is.

Thanks.

Look, I can give you my number,

you know, if you have
more dirty dishes

or you need a shoulder
to cry on...

(chuckles)

Okay.

Okay.

(chuckles)

I will get a pen.

(sighs)

What is it?

It's Kelly's bag.

(crying)

(shopping cart rattling)

(man muttering)

(camera shutter clicks)

(siren wailing in distance)

(camera shutter clicks)

The darkness is coming.

Move on, crazy old fool!

♪

(knocking on window)

(glass squeaking)

(door rattles)

(door rattles)

(tapping keypad)

♪

(banging on door)

(both grunting)

(radio chatter)

(static)

(growls)

(tires screeching)

(knife clatters)

(screams)
DAMIEN: Hey, quit moving!

You'll bleed out!
You'll kill us.

Who are you? Who sent you?

You'll destroy us all!

(screams)

♪

MAN ON RADIO:
I will acknowledge his name

in the presence of my father
and his angels.

♪

What is it?

I have no idea.

Let me see.

She must have been working on
some kind of religious story.

(sirens wailing)

(police radio chatter)

(indistinct conversations)

(camera shutter clicking)

That's him over there.

(sighs)

(whistles)

Mr. Thorn? Detective James Shay.

You must be pretty shaken up.
You okay to talk?

Oh, I'm fine.

That's good to hear.

Hell of a way to go, huh?

Witnesses said
this guy attacked you?

Yeah, he was following me.

Really?

I saw him earlier, and he was...

again here.

Then he attacked me
with a knife.

We haven't found any knife.

There was definitely a knife.

It must have been thrown
somewhere when he got hit.

Where did you see him
earlier today?

At my friend's funeral.

Your friend died?

Sorry to hear that.
How did he go?

She.

Your girlfriend?

No.

Well, like I said,
my condolences.

Was she sick?

No, why?

Well, I imagine
she was a young girl.

I'm just curious as to
her cause of death is all.

What does that have to do
with any of this?

It's just a question.

It was an accident.

Two accidents
in the past few days.

Pretty weird, hmm?

Like this one.

You're lucky
you weren't killed, too.

Yeah, that's me... Real lucky.

Ma'am, you need to stay
behind the tape.

ANN: Detective Shay,

I'm Ann Rutledge,
Mr. Thorn's counsel.

You're not charged
with anything.

Why do you need a lawyer?

I need to get Mr. Thorn home.

He's clearly had
a traumatic experience here.

Yeah, we're done. For now.

But I'm sure I'll have
more questions tomorrow.

Absolutely.

You're free to go.

Thank you.

(indistinct shouting)

Damien, I love you.

(video stops) But she's Syrian.

How does she know him?
She sounds American.

He's been freaked out
ever since that riot.

It's all for you.

What does she mean
it's all for him?

(keys jingling)

No, I'm fine, really. Thank you.

(door closes)

Not exactly
the safest neighborhood.

We own some corporate apartments

for visiting guests,
things like that.

Let me put you up in one.

That's not necessary.

It's just some, uh, psycho
on the street.

It's over.

You said he had a knife.

Did you see what it looked like?

Kind of crude, like an artifact.

Any figures
carved on the handle?

It was coming at me
kind of fast.

You'll forgive me for not
admiring the craftsmanship.

Why would you ask?

How did you even know something

was happening
in the first place?

Because I've been watching you.

What do you mean?

I know you've just met me,
but the truth is

you're very important to me,
Damien.

You have been for a long time.

I wasn't at that funeral today
because I knew that girl.

I was there for you.

The other day when we met,
that was planned, too?

Why? What do you want?

You'll have all the answers
in time, I promise.

No, I'll have the answers now.
Did you even know my father?

Yes, I met him in London.

I was working
in the economic policy unit

at the American embassy
when he was ambassador.

And?

We worked very closely together.

You had an affair.

(chuckling) Oh, God, no.

He adored your mother.

I barely remember her.

It was such a shame
she had to die so young.

It absolutely devastated
your father.

And then to have his own tragedy
immediately after.

We were so concerned.

We all rallied around you.

Who? Rallied how?

So much pain so young.

I always wondered

if you were able to do it
because...

Because...?

They weren't your real parents.

You were adopted.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.

In Rome.
The night you were born.

Your real mother died.

Katherine gave birth
that same night,

but her baby died, too.

A priest approached your father
and convinced him to...

To take you in.

She never knew the truth.

How do you know this?

I know it's a lot to take in.

But it's time you finally know

the true circumstances
of your birth...

Who you are.

I'll tell you
everything you want to know...

Who that man was
who tried to kill you...

why your parents died...

why there's so much death
around you...

why you couldn't save Kelly.

You want answers?

Come with me.

♪

(police radio chatter)

How we doing on his I.D.?

No wallet,
but we ran his cellphone.

Hermon Soroyan, 24,

graduate student upstate,
religious studies, no priors.

Any chance
it wasn't an accident?

Not sure how it could be
anything else.

It's too weird.
It doesn't add up.

Before you head off,
let me get another look
at those tattoos.

Detective needs to see.

Check this out.

He's got identical tattoos
on his forearms.

"P.X."

Some kind of gang markings?

It's a Christogram.

I Googled it.

Is he part of some kind of cult
or something?

Not anymore.

I'm sure you could use a drink.

♪

Why are you collecting my work?

I like photographs
that make us uncomfortable.

It's a bit...

obsessive.

(scoffs)

You're not the world's
only photographer, you know.

You're in good company.

This is one of my favorites.

The day after the storm.

I was just starting out.

Mm. Made quite an impression.

That's putting it mildly.

No one really wants to look
in the mirror.

Facing the harsh truths
of this world

isn't for the weak.

Why am I here?

I'm worried about you.

The man that tried
to kill you...

He had one of these, didn't he?

Please, Daddy, no!

♪

(shudders)

Come with me.

♪

♪

Aah! Mom!

(screams)

WOMAN: Have no fear, little one.

I'll be here to protect thee.

Welcome home, Damien.

♪