Damien.
Damien...
please help.
- Ambassador Thorn. - How is she?
She'll recover, but she has a concussion, broken collarbone and internal bleeding.
- Internal bleeding? - That's our biggest worry at the moment.
She's pregnant.
I'm afraid not.
She lost the child?
Yes.
Robert.
What is it, babe?
Please don't let him kill me.
What?
Don't let him kill me.
Hello?
Mr. Ambassador? My name's Keith Jennings.
- Who? - I'm a photographer. You broke my camera.
- How did you get this number? - No, no, please don't hang up.
This is not about the camera, it's about you. And a priest.
A Brennan, a Father Brennan.
You were seen with him moments before he was killed.
You see anything unusual?
- No. - Look, here. Look. See?
There.
I know, I know. I didn't think much of it either at first. Thought it was just a bad roll of film.
But then it happened again. Here. You see?
That's on another roll.
And then again on the digital files.
There. That's digital. That's another camera.
Here we go.
Our friend Father Brennan.
Look at this. Here.
And here's one I snapped ten days later.
- Same thing. - Yeah.
Only much more pronounced on this one, actually making contact with the body.
The rest...
of course, is history.
I know.
I didn't get it either.
Which is why I started digging.
The coroner's report showed that Brennan was riddled with cancer.
He was high on morphine most of the time, injecting himself two or three times a day.
- He knew he was dying. - Apparently.
He said he wanted to be forgiven by Christ.
No atheists in foxholes, eh?
Here we go.
Now, externally his body was completely normal -
apart from one small item on the inside of the left thigh.
Here.
What is it?
That's three sixes.
Six hundred and sixty-six.
- A tattoo? - No.
The biopsy showed that that was a birthmark.
Come with me.
The best is yet to come.
He lived here?
Yes.
If you can call it living.
These are all pages from the Bible. Thousands of them.
Every inch of wall space is covered.
And crucifixes...
Hundreds of crucifixes.
I'd say he was trying to keep something out, wouldn't you?
He was obviously out of his mind.
Was he?
The first thing I found was his diary.
Only it's not so much about him as about you.
And it's a little obsessive.
Notes on whenever you left the house,
where you went, where you ate, your speaking engagements...
- Can I see that? - Yes, certainly.
You'll see that the last entry says you were scheduled to meet him in Bishop's Park...
the same day that he died.
However, the really interesting items are here.
If we're ever gonna get to the bottom of this, this is where we begin.
The first is a clipping from some astrology magazine,
a report of an unusual phenomenon.
It's a comet in the shape of a glowing star,
much like the Star of Bethlehem 2,000 years ago -
only this one happened a little closer to home, on the European continent,
just five years ago.
June 6, to be exact.
I assume that date rings a bell.
Yes.
Yeah. Then you'll recognise the second clipping,
which is a birth announcement from a newspaper in Rome -
again, five years ago, sixth day, sixth month.
Was your son born at 6am?
My son is dead.
I don't know whose son I'm raising.
Well, if you don't mind, Mr. Thorn, I'd like to try and help you find that out.
No.
It's my problem.
No. No, no, no, please, please. You're wrong.
You see, it's also my problem.
See, when I first came into this room with the police, I took a number of photos
and I happened to catch a reflection of myself in this mirror here.
Take a look.
That's rather an unusual effect, isn't it?
All right.
Let's go. Get your stuff.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
I'm sorry, I have to.
No.
I'm so scared.
Kate, there's nothing to be scared of.
Nothing.
I promise.
That's not it.
It's the right address.
Apparently there was a terrible fire. The old hospital burned down.
Five years ago.
Molti morti - many dead.
The fire started in the hall of records in the basement.
It went up like a torch. Shot up the stairwells.
The third floor became an inferno.
The third floor.
The maternity ward.
There was a priest. A very tall man. He was in charge.
- Spiletto. - Yes.
That's his name. That's him.
Do you know where he is now?
A monastery...
in Subiaco.
Subiaco.
I haven't found this poem you talked about, but I have a good idea where it's from.
It seems to be a composite of prophesies from the Bible, from Daniel, from Revelation,
whereby the time of the Antichrist is heralded by the Jews returning to Israel.
That's the poem.
"When the Jews return to Zion",
and something about a comet.
That's here.
"A great star blazing like a torch fell from the sky."
Now, these are signs, together with the rise of the Roman Empire,
which signify the birth of the Antichrist.
As we know, the Jews have returned to Zion.
We've seen evidence of a comet.
The rise of the Roman Empire is...
The Treaty of Rome. The European Union.
Revelation 13: "And I stood upon the sand of the sea
and saw a beast rise up out of the sea."
That's the poem: "From the eternal sea he rises, creating armies on either shore."
Now, the sea - bear with me - the sea in this context
has been interpreted as representing politics -
the sea which eternally rages with conflict, with turmoil, with revolution.
Politics.
"From the eternal sea he rises" - the devil's child shall rise from the world of politics.
They chose you, Robert.
Father Spiletto.
My name is Robert Thorn.
We met in Rome.
You remember me?
There was a child.
I need to know where he's from.
I'm afraid it's no use.
You said you knew his mother. Where is she now?
- Please, sir. - Where is she?
I must insist.
You confessed to them.
Now confess to me.
Where is she now?
Cervet...
- What does it mean? - Cerveteri.
It's an old cemetery from the Etruscan time.
Where is this place?
Where is it?
You'll find it on a map.
It is perhaps 50 kilometres north of Rome.
Robert.
Here.
Look at the date.
June 6, five years ago. Mother and child.
"Maria Avedici Santoya."
Damien's mother.
But if that's her, then who's the child?
Hand me that iron.
Try to free up those edges.
It's coming.
What the fuck is this?
The priest...
He said its mother was a...
Was a what?
- The other one. - What for? There's nothing there.
What if there is? Maybe he's alive somewhere.
- Who? - My son.
Oh, God...
They killed him.
They took him from her...
and they killed him.
Come on.
Let's go. Go.
Excuse me.
I'm the family nanny. Here to spread a bit of cheer.
I just gave her her night-time meds. She's barely awake.
I understand. I wonder if I could see her, just for a few minutes?
No, I'm sorry, but I can't.
Her son picked these out himself. He'd be heartbroken if she didn't get them.
I promised him.
I'm not sure if he should see her like this.
OK. I'll park him over here.
There you go.
I'll be back in a minute, sweetie.
Pretty.
Hi.
It's only me. Don't be afraid.
We have to find the town Father Brennan mentioned.
- Megiddo. - Right. I'll get hold of some maps.
Come on. Come on, pick up the goddamn phone.
No...
- No... No... - Good girl.
Almost there.
Come along, sweetie. All done.
Hello?
Tom. Listen, I just tried...
Are you with Kate?
But I just...
No, she...
Look at his little hands.
Drink his blood.
What the hell happened to you?
Did you fall asleep?
Yeah.
No wonder you've been staying awake.
I found out about the town of Megiddo.
It's derived from the word "Armageddon" - the end of the world.
It's underground, just south of Jerusalem.
There's an excavation going on there - some American university.
I don't suppose you remember that name?
Bugenhagen.
Bugenhagen?
That was his name.
I remember the poem, too.
"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...
Till man exists no more."
Kate's dead.
I want Damien dead as well.
Bugenhagen?
That little priest, Brennan.
Is he dead yet?
Yes.
Then we have work to do. Come.
It must be done on hallowed ground. In the grounds of a church.
The blood must be spilled on the altar of God.
Each knife must be buried up to the hilt,
and then set so as to form the sign of a cross.
The first knife is the most important,
for it extinguishes physical life and sets the centre of the cross.
The subsequent knives extinguish spiritual life and radiate outwards.
This is a child we're talking about.
A small boy who I've raised as my own son.
He's not your son. He's a beast. He's evil incarnate. Don't you forget that.
- What if you're wrong? What if he isn't? - I'm not wrong.
- How do I know that? - God, look...
He bears a birthmark.
A sequence of sixes.
So says the Bible. As do all the apostles of Satan.
- No. He doesn't have it. - He must have it.
I bathe him. I know every inch of his body.
He doesn't have it.
If the sign isn't visible, then it must be hidden beneath the hair.
Remove that, you'll find the number.
What about the woman, the nanny?
She's an apostate of hell. She'll die before permitting this.
Kill him.
No.
It's insane. All of you. You... Oh, my God.
Don't lose your nerve now, man. We'll all be in the cesspool if you do.
Stop.
Thorn, stop.
You can't just walk away from this.
What the fuck did you think he was gonna say? Why else have we come here?
He's a drunk. An insane, delusional drunk,
who, like every religious fanatic, thinks arcane scripture justifies killing.
What about me? What about the photographs?
What if I'm next?
Listen to yourself. Do you have any idea what you're saying?
You're asking me to stab a child. A little boy.
Can't you see how insane that is?
It's not real, Keith. There is no devil, there is no God.
There is only here and now, and life.
And that's something I would never take away from any man, certainly not my own son.
Well, if you won't, I will.
No.
No. No. No.
No. No. No. No.
No. No.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
No. No. No.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation...
Please, Daddy, don't.
Stop.
Mr. President, your car is ready, sir.