Damien (2016): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Deliverer - 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.

RENEUS: 666.

Does that mean anything
to you?

(dogs barking)
WOMAN:
When Reneus was killed,

the cops say he was mauled
by some animal.

(screams)
Somebody got me!

Two accidents in the past
few days. Pretty weird.



MAN:
We know he's here.

It's one of the seven daggers
of Megiddo.

Strike where the heart
should be.

(knocking on door)

(grunting)

(screams)

The man that tried
to kill you,

he had one of these,
didn't he?

Come with me.

Welcome home, Damien.

(siren wails in distance)

(phone ringing)

Detective Jim Shay?

James.
I brought you
a copy of my file



about that professor that was
mauled the other night.

Uh, yeah.
Thank you.

Yeah, I was just
swinging through.

I'm meeting some
guys for drinks.
Glad I caught you.

Christ, what a mess.

Look at that body --
throat ripped out,

teeth marks right down
to the bone.

It's a brutal way to go
for a biblical scholar.

Look where all that learning
got him.

My parents tried
to raise me Catholic,

I told them they could keep
their guilt.

Yeah, you never told me
how your taxi accident

connects with
this dog mauling.

My deceased was a grad student
of this Reneus.

He was killed while trying
to stab somebody.

You have any idea how a pack
of wild dogs

got into your dead professor's
office in the first place?

Well, Reneus had a couple of
visitors earlier that evening.

I'm trying to reach them to
corroborate the time lines.

Hmm,
they give you anything?

I spoke briefly to one the night
of the attack.

I'm still waiting for her
to call me back.

Do you have their names?

Uh, yeah.
A reporter -- Kelly Baptiste.

Yeah, she ain't calling.

She died the same night --
another freak accident.

The other visitor,
let me guess.

Damien Thorn?

You know him?

Yeah.
(panting)

Thanks for coming by.

Yeah, sure thing.

♪♪

(panting)

(ominous music plays)

-- Captions by VITAC --

This is a murder weapon.

You didn't kill
your mother.

I ran into her,
I knocked her off a balcony.

If it wasn't me,
then how did she die?

Complications.

Have -- have you been part
of this since...

I was born?

Mm.

I wasn't that lucky.

I remember a governess.

She killed herself
at a party.

And then there was
Mrs. Baylock.

Did you know her?

(chuckles)

I met her once
when I was just a girl.

She terrified me.

I don't know
what happened to her.

She was murdered.

Your father killed her...

the same night
he tried to kill you --

like Abraham
sacrificing Isaac.

Abraham lived to become
the father of nations.

My father was not
that lucky.

I told you,
he wasn't your true father.

I was brought in when you lived
in the White House.

I raised you from afar.

I raised myself.

Consider me
a guiding hand.

You were brought in
by who?

I'm part of a group that exists
to protect you.

There are many others who wish
you'd never been born.

I'm starting to agree.

I mean,
how deep does this go?

How many people believe
I'm this Antichrist?

Honestly, I --
Are you honest?

Honestly, I don't know.

I thought you had all
the answers.

No one has
all the answers.

Then this is
a waste of time.

Some groups want
to worship you.

Others want you dead.

Like that guy who came after me?
Who was he?

An unprotected pawn.

Well, he almost succeeded
in trying to kill me.

So much for you being
my guardian angel.

I'm not your only source
of protection.

There are many complex forces
at play.

Some want you to fulfill what
they consider your destiny.

(chuckles)
What, to destroy the world?

To fulfill God's will --

to bring about
the second coming of Christ.

Others want to protect
the status quo at all costs.

It's only a matter of time

before the Vatican's
forced to act.

Wouldn't they want
this Second Coming?

If the church is good
at one thing,

it's retaining power.

They don't roll over
for anyone.

And then there are
the anarchists

and the satanists.

The list goes on.

What do you want?

Just being with you...

is enough.

Don't push me away.

I'm a friend.

Before you go,
tell me about Damascus.

Nothing happened.

It's all right. You --
You've got a lot to think about.

We'll talk again.

No, we won't.

You can trust me.

You showed him the shrine?

How did he take it?

He'll be back.

Seems like he couldn't wait to
get the hell out of here.

Give him time.
He's got nowhere else to go.

His assailant was a theology
student -- Hermon Seroyan.

Doesn't seem to be connected to
any of the big players.

Then how did he get
a Dagger of Megiddo?

No idea.

Seems like
he was acting alone.

(scoffs) Please.

Nobody acts alone.

Make sure you're planting them
at least 12 inches apart, okay?

Father Esparza?

Simone, hi.
Hi.

I was just talking to your
parents a little while ago.

Thank you
for checking in.

Can you talk?
Of course.

What's on your mind?

This.

It's Kelly's.

Huh.

Looks like your sister was
researching a religious story.

Yeah, but her editor doesn't
know anything about it.

Why are you
looking into this?

Because it doesn't make
any sense.

It may never make sense.

I'm not talking about
Kelly's death,

I'm talking about
how weird this is.

She was researching
the Book of Revelation,

the Devil.
No, I understand.

You're searching
for a connection,

you're looking for answers
that are not there.

I'm not crazy.

I didn't say you were,
honey,

but you've suffered
a huge loss.

Thanks, Father.

Simone.

Simone!

(siren wails in distance,
glass breaks)

(crows cawing loudly)

(choir singing ominously)

Father!

Father!

What is it?

You gotta see this.
Look.

What is it?

Look.

Yes, Santa Maria dei Cappuccini
Maternity Hospital, Rome.

Si, si, grazie.

Burned down when?

Uh, what about all
the hospital records?

(door opens)

No, nothing else.
Thank you.

You ever hear of
an Armitage Global?

Yeah, international finance,
banking.

Well, there's a big-shot --
Ann Rutledge.

She has all this stuff of mine
in her house.

What were you doing
at her house?

She's got a ton of photos,

all this stuff
from my childhood --

my school uniform,
my first camera.

Whoa.

A whole shrine.

Of your stuff?
Yeah.

(scoffs)

No one's ever gonna believe
Ann Rutledge is your stalker.

Well, you believe me.

I think you've had a lot

of very weird shit
going on.

You've had a hell of a time
these past 10 days.

Look, Simone and I went through
Kelly's stuff.

She had all these notes on you,
bible stuff.

We saw the tape.

What did that old lady
do to you?

What is all this?

I can't explain it.

Why did you Photoshop her
in here?

I didn't Photoshop her,
she just appeared in them.

I saw her here
in New York.

The one in Damascus,
here in New York?

I spoke to her.

She...

She what?

She -- ugh.

Look, man, I get it.

You've been through
a lot lately.

What do you say
we get out of here

and get some
much needed R&R?

We got a few weeks
before we head out.

I got us a gig in Kiev
for, uh...

Harold Rolston.

We don't work for Reuters.

Yeah, well, we do now.

Ceci fired us.

Her bosses
gave her no choice.

She...

She didn't want to tell you
at the funeral.

Well,
I can't deal with that.

Now, if you want
to cover the Ukraine,

you have to go without me.
I gotta stay here.

Yeah, man, yeah.
Whatever you need.

(indistinct conversations)

This doesn't make
any sense.

Thorn's girlfriend,
she died a few days ago --

freak accident.

You think Thorn had something
to do with it?

Not unless he summoned the earth
to swallow her whole.

That's her --
the one that died

in the sinkhole
up in the Bronx.
Jesus.

And the vic that got pinned
by the cab

attacked Thorn the day
of her funeral.

Meanwhile upstate,
Dumpster boy's teacher

gets mauled to death by a pack
of wild dogs --

the night that she dies.

And guess who went to go visit
Professor Alpo

only hours before he died.

That's three dead
by freak accident.

That's the holy trinity.

That's crazy shit.

Yeah.

(knock on door, door opens)

WOMAN: Sir, he's here.

Hold on.

You know, there always
comes a moment

when all your work...

might just fall apart.

Never gonna happen.

I had a real boat once.

Till it capsized
in the Caymans.

What a nice surprise.

How long has it been?

Since Preston Hall.

It's great to see you
looking so well, Mr. Lyons.

John -- please.

We're old pals from when

I was whipping boy
to the First Lady.

You were
her Chief of Staff.

Oh, the same difference.
Drink?

No, thanks.

These always looked so intricate
and complicated.

An inscrutable puzzle.

Sharpens the mind,
helps when other parts

aren't quite
shipshape anymore.

But I doubt
you came here

to talk about the indignities
of aging.

I need a favor.

Like that time
when you were 6

and trashed all the crystal
vases in the East Wing?

(chuckles)
What a mess.

You never did rat me out
to the First Lady.

Wasn't hard for her
to figure out.

There were a number of things
she held you responsible for.

I did wonder why I was whisked
out of there.

There were places
better suited

to caring for a young boy
than the White House.

We knew
those boarding schools

would give you
everything you needed.

What can I do for you?

Are you here about that fracas
in Syria?

No.

I need some information.

I'm not quite as inside
as I used to be.

I doubt that.

We all know people,
Damien.

Ann Rutledge.

You know her?

I do.
We met at the White House.

So she did work there?

Why are you so interested
in her?

Because she seems to have taken
an unnatural interest in me.

I had a colleague...

Brent Warner,
senior economic advisor.

Brent discovered Ann was
secretly funneling billions

in military contracts
to Armitage.

I thought Armitage Global was
a financial services company.

They have many
interests --

one of which is a private
security force...

a mercenary army.

I may have
come across them.

They're everywhere.

Brent was preparing to launch
an investigation.

Ann got wind of it.

What happened?

It was Christmas eve.

The tree that Brent, his wife,
and three young daughters

had so beautifully decorated
with angels and twinkling lights

mysteriously caught fire.

Their house in Georgetown
went up in flames

while the family slept.

Everyone was incinerated.

Another fire.

The hospital
where I was born in Rome...

burned down.

They said it was
an accident.

Be careful, Damien.

I've seen more than
my fair share in my day.

Not much surprises
or frightens me.

Ann Rutledge does both.

(sighs)

I went to see Father Esparza
to talk about Kelly's notes.

You know what, actually,
I was thinking

we should probably
leave that alone.

Why?

Just, what difference
would it make, you know?

That's what
Father Esparza said.

He said I was grasping
at straws.

Okay, but then, Amani,
then I saw something.

What?
What was it?

(sighs) You're gonna think
I'm insane.

(chuckles)
I wouldn't be too sure.

I've heard a lot recently.

(sighs)

I think Kelly is trying
to tell me something.

I think she is trying
to communicate with me

or send me a message
or something.

(horns honking)

(shutter clicks)

(sighs)

(camera shutter clicks)

JOHN: How in the hell
could you allow

something like this
to happen, Ann?

An assassin strolls right up to
him on the street.

Who was it?

I'm working on it.

Unacceptable.

To me, too.
We think he was acting alone.

This man had one of
the Knives of Megiddo.

No.

How could you just leave
Thorn out there?

Why didn't you
bring him in?

Oh.

You could have done
that yourself.

If you were face to face with
him, why didn't you just...

throw a net
over his head?

And why didn't you bring this to
my attention immediately?

John, stop worrying.

We've been thinking it's time
for a change.

Things have changed.

Then he is ready.

Not exactly.

You know he has to accept
his role, embrace it.

I'm not certain
that's in the cards.

From everything we know
about the boy --

He's 30.

He's a kid that doesn't know
his ass from his elbow.

Turn him over.

We can't put a gun
to his head

and just say, "Bring
about the apocalypse."

There are very mysterious
forces at work.

(chuckles)
I brought you in.

Remember, Ann?

Oh, I do, John.

But I know Damien
better than anyone.

You're too close, sloppy.

He knows about the hospital
in Rome.

We can't leave him
out there.

If someone else attempts
another assassination --

That's always been
the risk.

Do you know how much blood
I've spilled keeping him safe?

Troy will take over.

Troy?

It's the next phase.

Of whose plan?

No offense, Troy,
but you're a moron.

Is that so?

Then tell us about the woman
in Damascus.

She attacked
the Deliverer,

she quoted Holly Liston,
the year five suicide,

and then she spoke
in Latin.

"My beloved son with whom
I am well pleased."

Who?
What was she?

Oh, don't pretend you have
the answers, either.

Or that you'd last
five minutes

face to face with the Deliverer,
who's also the Destroyer.

This Damascus woman is the sign
we've been waiting for.

Your coddling may have been
the answer in the past,

but you're in
way over your head.

Don't do this, John.

There's no telling
what could happen

if you try
to force things.

Are you threatening me?

You're done.

(door opens)

(door closes)

♪♪

(sighs)

(horns honking)

ANN: Where is he?

Waiting right outside
Armitage...

with a camera
and a laptop.

Seems like he's doing
his homework.

(chuckles) He's running
surveillance on me.

Looks like it.

Don't let him
out of your sight.

Troy --
Ann...

I want you to know I had nothing
to do with John's decision.

I was just as surprised
as you were.

I'm sure.

John's emotional.
We all are.

But we need
to clear our heads

to make sure this doesn't
get screwed up.

Of course.

There's certain things
you need to know about.

We -- we can't talk here.

Meet me downstairs --
outside.

(cellphone rings)

Hello?

Andrha, hey.
Thanks for getting back to me.

Yeah, great.

Did you find out
about those daggers?

All right, okay.

That's it, yeah.

It's one of seven.
It was excavated by a...

Carl Bugenhagen decades ago.

Is there still one of them
in that museum in Amman?

How does something like that
just go missing?

(sighs)

(shutter clicking)

I've dedicated my life
to our cause.

You have been
an inspiration.

I raised him
like he was my own child.

Do you have children?

A daughter.

(sighs)
So you understand.

(shutter clicking)

What are you gonna do
with him?

What you do
with a wild animal --

I'm gonna break him.

Be careful.

I appreciate
your concern,

but I'm not the one
who should be afraid.

People are going to try to get
to Damien through you.

Try to bribe you,
threaten you.

You need to be strong.

I will.

Hold him close,

but not too close.

He'll use that.

How?

(shutter clicking)

He has certain needs...

Blood, death.

He's a war photographer
because he feeds off the pain.

And women --
young girls, very young.

Like your daughter.

She sucked him dry.

(screams)
Don't hurt me!

Help!

Ohh! Help!

You're crazy.
I didn't even touch you!

Help!

He's coming.

He's coming for you.

Stop him!

(car horn blares)
Help!

Help!

You okay?

Oh, Damien,
get out of here!

He'll come back.
Who was he?

He wants to kill you.
Please, just get out of here.

Don't!

DAMIEN: Hey!

MAN:
What are you doing?

(ominous music continues)

Wait!

(horn blares)

Move!

(grunts)

(screams)

Move!

MAN: Hey, watch
what you're doing!

(grunts)

Out of the way!

Help!

Mommy!

Tiago!
MAN: Somebody help her!

Mommy!

Mommy!
(train horn blares)

Mommy!
Mommy!

Move!

WOMAN:
Hey, on the steps!

(ominous music plays)

Help him!

(grunting)

(screaming)

(sobs) Thank you.

Looks like
he's gonna be okay.

You look after your mom,
okay?

MAN: Bravo, buddy.

(applause)

MAN #2:
Well done, well done.

MAN #3: Attention,
due to an emergency,

platform "B" is now closed.

WOMAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
keep moving, please.

All other platforms
remain open.

(chatter)

MAN #4: I have to get approval.
It's gonna be a minute.

WOMAN:
Nice, orderly fashion.

Stay to the right, please.

This lane is closed right now.
Take the stairs.

(ominous music plays)

(woman sobbing)

ANN: What is it?

It's Mr. Hendrie.

Is he all right?
He's been killed.

(sobbing)

We didn't have any champagne,
so this will have to do.

Damien Thorn --
hero of the day.

What's wrong?

"What's wrong?"

Uh, a man was torn apart today
and died.

Yeah. And someone else didn't
die -- the kid you saved.

Take the win.

It seems wherever I go,
death follows.

This is New York, bro.

There's
20 million people.

I'm sure some guy in the Bronx
had a heart attack.

Is that supposed to be
your fault, too?

You know what I mean.

Look,
you tried to save Kelly.

Same thing goes for that guy
who got hit by the cab.

And if you had the chance,
you would have tried

to save the guy
at the escalator.

That's who you are.

But you can't save
everyone.

You're not God.

All right.

Why don't you try
to get some sleep

and I'll call you
in the morning.

All right.

(phone ringing in distance)

(object slams)

Looks like you've been barking
up the wrong tree.

Your boy Thorn
is a regular Eagle Scout.

He rescued a kid
off the tracks?

Yeah, just as the subway was
rolling in -- a real hero.

It says here
there was another death.

Unrelated accident.

Some guy bought it in another
part of the station.

Come on, shut this down.
Time to get some sleep.

Let's go.

Get a life.

♪♪

(snarls)

(eerie whispering)

(snarling)

(screaming)

(dog whines)

(panting)

(gothic choir sings
ominously)

(knock on door)

(knock on door)

I came as soon as I heard.

I'm fine.

I brought sushi.
(chuckles)

Chef Masa is a dear
old friend of mine.

He prepared it himself.

Was that man
really after me,

or was he just someone
you wanted out of your way?

Both.

I won't do this.

That's not how this works.

This morning,
you had all the answers.

Now you don't.

I said no one
has all the answers.

I didn't say
there aren't any.

How did you get this?

I just...
I destroyed it.

I deleted all the files.

(slam)

ANN:
It's such an amazing shot.

If you'd had the temerity
to publish it,

maybe the U.N.
would have sent in

its Peacekeepers
months earlier.

A photo like this could have
saved thousands of lives.

No.

There was nothing
anyone could have done.

You really believe that?

It's true.
I mean, we --

we knew they were coming.

The warlords
and militia

swept through the back country
that whole summer.

With the rains,
the river was flooded.

The village was cut off.

You got in.

♪♪

(paper rustles)

The night
they came through,

the villagers ran
into the fields.

Uh...

The guerrillas
chased them.

Hacked down the tall grass,
the bodies...

with machetes.

Those who didn't run were
rounded up, slaughtered.

I was in the field.

No one saw me.

One woman was in labor.
She couldn't run.

They dragged her husband
into the square.

And the warlords waited
with this man

while his wife gave birth --
and she was screaming...

for hours.

[ Woman screams ]

The fields were filled
with the screams of the dying.

The militia,
they just stood there, smoking,

laughing at her screams.

The flames burned higher.

When that baby's head
was finally showing...

[ Baby crying ]

...they ripped it
out of her...

and threw it on the fire.

Its first breath
was a scream.

After that...

they killed them all.

And you blame me

for destroying that photo.

I blame you
for those deaths.

The evil you felt
that night --

that you always feel --

that you keep
running away from,

it comes from inside
of you.

It's what kept you alive
when that man attacked you.

It's what kept you
alive today.

Bullshit!

You just want me to buy
this whole...

Antichrist head game
of yours.

What's your explanation?

You're just like
that baby --

born in the fire.

There was evil there
that night, but...

I had nothing to do
with it.

It was those men who ripped
that baby from its mother.

And what happened to them?

Government troops
captured them.

Hanged them at sunrise.

(chuckles)

I guess there is a God
after all.

Not God.

Something else.

You're proof
of the magical.

I'm not.

Once you accept
who you are,

things will be
so much easier.

You have to trust me.

I'd never do anything
to hurt you.

(laughs)

How can I believe that?

You better leave.

Of course.
It's late, and you're exhausted.

Uh, do you mind if I freshen up
a bit before I hit the road?

Sure,
it's right through there.

(gothic choir sings
ominously)

Ann.

There was a woman...

...in Damascus.

She's been following me...

my whole life.

I can't explain it.

I saw her here
in New York.

She pulled out my hair.

I have a birthmark.

♪♪

(door opens)

(gothic choir singing
ominously)

(panting)

(moaning)

(chuckles)

(ominous music plays)