The Omen Page #2

I'm trying to raise our child. That's work.

I'm here with him every minute. You're not.

All I'm saying

is maybe we don't need a nanny.

Give you and Damien a chance to bond.

Now Damien and I don't bond.

That's not what I meant, Kate.

Can we start over, please?

I'm sorry you had a bad day.

Mine wasn't exactly uneventful either.

Can we call it a draw?

I'm sorry.

Come here.

- Hon?

- Yeah?

- There's something that I think I...

- Excuse me.

- Yes, Mrs. Horton?

- Mrs. Baylock is here.

I thought I was done for the day.

- Shall I show her in?

- Yes, please.

Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn.

- Hello.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- This is my wife Katherine.

- Mrs. Thorn.

- Please.

- Thank you.

If I may say, I realize

this must be a difficult time for you.

I'm genuinely sorry for your loss.

You know, sometimes the younger girls,

away from their families...

Well, the job can be hard on them.

But, you know, for me

caring for children has been the joy of my life.

I've really been so lucky.

I love my job.

I don't think I have your rsum.

The agency sometimes forgets,

with all the girls they send out.

This isn't the first time.

Here it is.

I sometimes bring an extra copy.

I've been raising children

for almost 40 years now, Mrs. Thorn.

I helped my own mother raise

my brothers and sisters - I was the eldest -

and I guess the habit sort of stuck.

I'm not the parent, and I never forget that.

But I am an extra pair of hands

and a responsible substitute

when you're out of the house.

May I see the boy?

He's beautiful.

I'll just be right back.

Hello, Damien.

I'm Mrs. Baylock.

Don't be afraid.

I'm here to protect you.

- Kate.

- I'm coming.

Mrs. Baylock?

Where's Damien? I asked you

to have him dressed and ready.

I'm afraid he's a bit under the weather.

He was fine a minute ago.

I was concerned about him last night.

He didn't sleep well.

I think he might

be coming down with something.

And it's such a long ceremony.

I really don't think it's a good idea.

Mrs. Baylock, have my son

dressed and in the car in five minutes.

What's wrong, sweetie?

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

I know how you feel, kiddo.

Robert...

You OK, tiger?

Is he sick?

Damien, what's wrong?

Damien?

Damien, stop it.

Damien, stop it now.

No.

Damien, stop it.

Go. Drive the car. Go, now.

Home, please, David.

Hold still.

Maybe we should call a doctor.

No, it's not that bad.

No, I mean for Damien.

He's fine, Kate.

That boy has never been sick

a day in his life.

I know.

It's strange, isn't it?

What, that he's healthy?

It's unusual, Robert.

Other kids get colds, runny noses, the flu...

But Damien...

Nothing. Not once.

It's not just my imagination.

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