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hwp The Omen Script
The child is dead.
He breathed just for a moment. Then he breathed no more.
The child is dead. Dead. The child is dead.
Im afraid it will kill her.
My God, she wanted a baby so much.
For such a long time.
What can I tell her? What will I say?
You could adopt a child.
She wanted her own.
If I may suggest,
it even resembles...
Your wife need never know.
It would be a blessing to her and to the child.
Are there no relatives?
None.
The mother died, as your own child,
in the same moment.
You said it could be ours, but...
On this night, Mr Thorn,
God has given you a son.
Heres your boy.
Good morning. Come va?
- What are you doing home so early? - Just came to start packing.
What?
We cant waste any time. Were leaving in the morning. Buongiorno, Carlo.
Please, Carlo.
What are you talking about?
I am talking about London. I am talking about the ambassador to the Court of St James.
- Well, what about him? - Youre married to him.
Im what?
Its me. Im appointed ambassador to Great Britain.
Ive already told them yes. I loved it the minute I saw it.
Well, its a bit much.
Well, nothings too much for the wife of the future president of the United States.
You know, youre pushy.
Come on. Wait till you see this.
Now this, they call his day room.
His day room.
So? How do you like it so far?
- Well, it needs some books. To warm it up. - Couple of books. Warm it up. Yeah.
- Something in mind, Mr Ambassador? - Why dont we have a little look upstairs?
Well, theres no furniture up there, either.
You know, you could be too sexy for the White House.
- Im gonna miss you so much. - I wont be long.
We dont have that much to talk about.
Since when did two old college roommates not have much to talk about?
Since one of them assumed the awesome burden of the presidency.
- Well, give my regards to the first lady. - Ill do my best.
Why dont you change you mind, fly over with me?
No, Id better stay here and fool around with Damien.
- Where is he? - He was right behind us...
Damien?
Oh, my God, Robert.
Damien! Robert, where could he be?
You little monkey. Dont you ever do that again.
There you are.
- Go. - Hooray.
- Run out of film? - Just saving a bit for his canonization.
- Hows that? - Hes either the heir to the Thorn millions
- or Jesus Christ himself. - Want a bite, Daddy?
Go on, Damien. Smile. A big birthday smile.
Come on. Smile.
Holly.
- Ill take him, maam. - No, Ill take him.
Come on.
One... two... three...
Let me jump on it, Daddy. Let me jump on it.
Hold on.
Damien.
Damien, look at me.
Im over here.
- Damien, I love you. - Look. Theres Nanny.
Look at me, Damien. Its all for you.
Oh, my God.
Go, Tom.
- Morning. Have you read the papers today? - No, I havent.