The Omen Page #2

- How do you do?

I know it's a difficult time for you,

so I'll not intrude on your grief.

I'm here to take away

some of your troubles and anxieties.

We'll soon help your little boy

to forget what's happened.

I'm afraid, sir,

that some of our young nannies,

they get homesick,

or they have boyfriend problems.

I left all that behind a long time ago.

Well, now, if you'll let me see your boy?

Yes, of course. He's upstairs.

I'll show you where it is.

Why don't you just leave us alone at first?

Let us get acquainted in our own way.

- Well, he's shy with new people.

- Oh, no. Not with me, he won't be.

- Well, I don't think...

- I think it'll be fine.

Go on. Give it a try.

All right, then.

- Mrs. Horton.

- This way, Mrs. Baylock.

Excuse me.

- I like her.

- She seems all right.

Where'd you find her?

- Where did I find her?

- Yeah.

I didn't find her. I assumed you found her.

Round that corner to the right

and it's the door facing you.

- I'll have your things sent up in a moment.

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Baylock.

- Yes, ma'am?

I'm sorry, but we're a little bit confused.

Oh? Why's that?

- Well, we don't know how you got here.

- The agency.

- The agency?

- Well, yes. They read in the paper about the...

well, about your first nanny,

so they sent you another.

- That's it.

- I'll call to confirm that.

- Here are my references.

- Thank you very much.

Well, if I could see your boy, now?

- Yes, of course.

- Thank you.

Have no fear, little one.

I am here to protect thee.

- In a minute, Horton, I think.

- Very good, sir.

- Kathy.

- I'm coming. Mrs. Baylock.

- Mrs. Baylock.

- Yes, ma'am?

- Where's Damien?

- If you don't mind,

I think he'd rather go to the park.

- The park? I told you he was going with us.

- He's too young for church.

- He'll cause a fuss.

- You don't seem to understand.

It is my wish and my husband's wish

that Damien accompanies us to church.

- Kathy.

- I'll be there in a minute.

Now, please have him dressed at once.

Well, excuse me

for speaking my mind, ma'am,

but do you really think a five-year-old

will understand the goings-on

of an Episcopal wedding?

Will you have my son dressed and in the car

in five minutes? Thank you very much.

What's the matter, Damien?

It's just a church, that's all.

What's the matter?

- Robert.

- Something wrong?

- I don't know. He just seems scared to death.

- Is he ill?

No, he's just...

No, he's just trembling all over.

- Mr. Ambassador. Welcome, sir.

- Good morning.

- No!

- Damien.

Damien, stop it.

Damien, stop it. Damien.

No!

Horton, drive on.

Are you sure that

you don't wanna call a doctor?

No, it's just a couple of bruises.

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