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The Omen |
| Year |
1976 |
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Father Brennan:
When the Jews return to Zion / And a comet rips the sky / And the Holy Roman Empire rises, / Then You and I must die. / From the eternal sea he rises, / Creating armies on either shore, / Turning man against his brother / 'Til man exists no more.
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[first title card]
Title card:
Rome / June 6th - 6 AM
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[first lines]
Robert Thorn:
[voiceover] The child is dead. He breathed for a moment. Then he breathed no more. The child is dead. Dead. The child is dead.
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Kathy Thorn:
Something in mind, Mr. Ambassador?
Robert Thorn:
Why don't we have a little look upstairs...
Kathy Thorn:
Well, there's no furniture up there either.
Robert Thorn:
Awww, you know, you could be too sexy for the White House!
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[last lines]
Secret Service Man:
Excuse me, Mr. President. When you're ready to leave, your car's right over there.
President:
In a moment.
Secret Service Man:
Yes, sir.
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[last title card]
Title card:
"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." Book of Revelation Chapter 13 Verse 18
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Father Brennan:
He must DIE, Mr. Thorn!
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Mrs Baylock:
Have no fear, little one... I am here to protect thee.
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[Robert Thorn and Kathy Thorn survey their mansion]
Robert Thorn:
It's a bit much.
Kathy Thorn:
No, nothing's too much for the wife of the future President of the United States.
Robert Thorn:
You know, you're pushy.
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Robert Thorn:
What do you know about my son?
Father Brennan:
Everything.
Robert Thorn:
And what is that?
Father Brennan:
I saw its mother.
Robert Thorn:
You saw my wife.
Father Brennan:
I saw its mother.
Robert Thorn:
You are referring to my wife!
Father Brennan:
Its *mother*, Mr. Thorn!
Robert Thorn:
If this is blackmail, come and say it! What is it your're trying to say?
Father Brennan:
Its mother was a...
[Father Brennan is interrupted as the door behind him bursts open violently]
Marine:
Everything all right, sir?
American secretary:
You sounded strange. The door was locked.
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Robert Thorn:
If there were anything wrong, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?
Kathy Thorn:
Wrong? What could be wrong with our child, Robert? We're the beautiful people, aren't we?
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Young nanny:
Look at me, Damien! It's all for you.
[she jumbs off a roof, hanging herself]
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Robert Thorn:
[ignoring Brennan's warnings about Damien] ... Now, I've heard you. I want you to hear me: I *never* want to see you again.
Father Brennan:
...You'll see me in *hell*, Mr. Thorn. There, we will share out our centuries.
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Photographer:
Run out of film?
Keith Jennings:
Saving it for his cannonization.
Photographer:
How's that?
Keith Jennings:
I don't know if we've got the heir to the Thorn millions here or Jesus Christ Himself.
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[From trailer]
Father Brennan:
I was at the hospital, Mr. Thorn, the night your son was born.
Robert Thorn:
What do you know about my son?
Father Brennan:
Everything.
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[from trailer]
Katherine Thorn:
Don't let him kill me.
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Robert Thorn:
But what if you're wrong?
Bugenhagen:
I'M NOT WRONG!
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Damien:
Did I scare you, Mommy? I didn't mean to.
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Father Brennan:
From the eternal sea he rises, creating armies on either shore, turning man against his brother, until man exists no more.
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Father Brennan:
When the Jews return to Zion, and a comet fills the sky, and the holy Roman Empire rises, then you and I must die. From the eternal sea he rises, creating armies on either shore, turning man against his brother, until man exists no more.
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Nanny:
[right before she commits suicide] This is for you, Damien! All of this is for you!
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Keith Jennings:
No atheists in foxholes.
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Robert Thorn:
I never want to see or hear from you again.
Father Brennan:
You'll see me in hell Mr. Thorn.
Father Brennan:
We'll spend eternity together.
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Keith Jennings:
The son of the devil will rise from the world of politics.
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Father Brennan:
DRINK HIS BLOOD!
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Katherine Thorn:
What's the matter, those other kids didn't want to play with you?
Damien:
They're afraid...
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Damien:
Please Daddy, don't!
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