"Previously on Damien..." "Why'd you Photoshop her in here?" "I didn't Photoshop her." "She just appeared in them." "She must've been working on some kind of religious story." "These killings will stop now, even if I have to slit your throat to make them." "Good meeting?" "You have that look." "I have to celebrate." "There any good bars around here?" "Wait, I... hey." "In the last few days, you've been in close proximity to a number of..." "unexplained deaths?" "Hey!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "I may not be able to prove it, but I know you're responsible for those deaths." "Out of the way!" "Uhh!" "Aah!" "No!" "Mommy!" "You saved my son without even thinking." "Thank you." "His father's in the Army, got injured in Iraq." "We were on our way back from the VA hospital." "There's always been something, like a dark cloud, hanging over me." "What are you doing down here, honey?" "Are you looking for someone?" "Our wait is over." "He's coming." "Who?" "The Beast." "How can I help you?" "Uh, Damien Thorn, here to see Dr. Raiman." "There's a bug in your coffee." "Do you have an appointment?" "Yes. 3:15." "Transport." "Transport." "Fill these in, and a signature's on the bottom." "Well, I'm not actually in the military." "This is the VA, honey." "We only treat veterans." "Oh, no, I'm a..." "I'm a war photographer." "A lot of the guys I covered who had PTSD said that Dr. Raiman was a lot of help." "He said he could help me." "Take a seat, please." "Thank you." "Emergency..." "Any word from upstairs yet?" "Uh, your name?" "Damien Thorn, for Dr. Raiman." "Oh, Dr. Raiman's out of the office today." "Why didn't you tell me that before?" "Sir, I don't have all the answers." "Okay?" "Claudia." "Mr. Thorn." "It's, uh, it's good to see you." "My... my husband's a patient here." "Right." "Uh, yes, he was, uh, injured in Iraq." "Uh, how's your boy?" "How's Tiago?" "Uh, he's fine physically." "But falling on the tracks really shook him up." "Loud noises bother him." "He's on edge." "Like father, like son." "Well, that was quite a scare, but I'm sure he'll bounce back." "Listen, Alex is upstairs." "Is there any chance you can come up and meet him?" "I wouldn't want to bother him." "Please?" "It would really make his day." "This is us." "Claudia?" "Guess who I found downstairs." "Uh, Damien Thorn, the man who pulled Tiago from the train." "Great timing, babe." "You're a photographer, right?" "This is not my best side." "I should wait outside." "No, no, no." "We're... we're almost done." "Get over here." "Let me shake your hand." "This is the guy." "Huh?" "Aah!" "Oh, it's okay." "He has spasms." "Easy." "You already took your Flexeril." "Oh." "Oh, sorry about that." "Don't be." "What an honor." "Not everybody would risk their life like that." "Only heroes." "Thank you." "Well, right back at ya." "I know what you guys went through." "Pose me sexy." "We'll have Damien Thorn shoot my "Playgirl" spread." "Mm." "What brings you to VA, huh?" "There's a... there's a doc downstairs who... deals with PTSD." "Oh, no shit?" "Hope that train scare didn't rattle you." "No, no." "Um, lot of other stuff." "I was in the field a long time." "The minute I got back to New York, I lost a good friend." "I went south from there." "I feel you." "How about you?" "How are they treating you here?" "They're doing their best." "Not much to be done." "My body's shutting down." "Here." "You have to stay hydrated." "There." "Hey, uh... do you guys mind?" "Hey, get over here, baby." "We don't have any recent pictures, huh?" "Mm." "Shh, shh, shh." "Breathe." "Yeah." "Why don't I stick around and photograph you and..." "let people see what you're dealing with?" "Oh." "Yeah." "Yeah, okay." "I saw your photos of those guys in the 4th ID." "You were in the thick of it, right in the surge." "See, a lot of photographers, they stay out in the FOBs." "Looked like you were in a few convoys that took IEDS, huh?" "Part of our group, uh, got hit coming back to the base, and we went out to retrieve them." "Driving through the trash, you know what that's like." "Told you." "Garbage everywhere." "So easy to hide explosives." "How about you?" "Uh..." "How'd you end up in here?" "I was on a routine house to house." "We'd been to that area before." "I was out in front." "We turned into the alleyway." "Torez went down." "Blood everywhere." "I pulled him to cover, got nailed under the collarbone." "Shattered my spinal column." "Torez was 22." "I know all about the guilt." "Yeah, feeling like you could have done more... that, uh..." "it should've been you." "You know, what did these people do to deserve this?" "Keeps you up at night." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Ain't all yellow ribbons, is it?" "No, it ain't." "Don't give me a double chin, man." "Right, 'cause that's what everybody's gonna be looking at." "Hey, look sharp." "We got a photographer..." " Hey!" " It's okay." "Uhh!" "Get him up." "Guys, get him up." "Okay, relax." "Relax." " Come on, here we go." "Easy." " Got him?" "One, two, up." "Yeah, okay." "You're all right." "You're okay." "You're fine." "You're fine." "All right." "You wanted to get what it's really like." "Aah!" "Aah!" "It's all right." "We need to change that IV." "Back in a little bit." "War was easy compared to this." "No matter how surreal it got, no matter how the rules broke down..." "I knew how to handle it." "But this?" "At least you got Claudia and Tiago." "That must keep you going." "This is killing them, too." "Claudia can't keep a job." "She's on all kinds of anti-anxiety pills, can't sleep." "Tiago's having his own issues." "Debts are piling up." "We're losing our house." "Well, Veterans Affairs..." "are they no help?" "My family would've been better off if I were killed over there." "Hey, listen, don't say that." "I know you're angry." "I get it." "I would be, too." "But... right now you have to focus on getting healthy, getting your life back." "I'm ending it." "What?" "It's my only choice." "It's the... it's the best thing to do for everyone." "But you have a wife and... and kid." "In a few years, when I'm just skin and bones, can't move, can't care for myself, maybe she'd consider ending my suffering." "But right now it's..." "it's the elephant in the room." "You have a young son." "He needs you." "I-I get it." "It seems helpless, like you're staring down a long, dark tunnel, like you're alone." "You're not." "You've survived so much already." "There's... there's a black market here." "Employees lift stuff from the pharmacy... morphine." "Plus, another guy... he did himself in a few weeks ago." "Plus, I've been stashing my painkillers." "I want you to photograph it." "Absolutely not." "You... you know how many vets take their own lives?" "Yeah, of course I know." "The war... the war doesn't end over there." "People think that they can get by with a "thank you for your service."" "I will publish these pictures this week." "I will get your story out." "Someone will help." "There's no help coming." "You know that." "I can't." "I've seen too much death." "I've had it all around me." "I came here today because I can't handle it anymore." "I did not come here to assist a suicide." "You're a war photographer, aren't you?" "Isn't... isn't that what you do?" "Bear witness?" "Huh?" "I'm just another casualty of war." "Please." "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm begging you." "Please." " I don't know." "I - gotta think Damien's right." "There's an explanation for all of it." "For all it?" "The notebook?" "The bird?" "Him never getting hurt?" "Look, these coincidences are just that." "They're coincidences." "Are you trying to build a case?" "What, you think Damien has something to do with Kelly's death, don't you?" "Look, you gotta be real careful." "You start throwing around accusations like that, you could ruin someone's life." "No one can disprove a negative." "Right?" "And he's tore up about the whole thing." "He's actually talking to someone about it now." "He's been miserable." "Do you remember that old woman in Damascus?" "He even Photoshopped her into old family photos." "He needs our help, not our suspicion." "Do you have those photos?" "Oh, they're in his apartment." "The old woman, she says all that Latin stuff." "And... and all of Kelly's religious notes?" "This could mean something." "Just forget it." "Do you wanna go grab a bite to eat or something?" "No." "That's all right." "I can't." "I'm sorry." "Cool." "That's... cool." "I will, uh, get out of your hair." " See ya." " See you." "I'm sorry." "I..." "Forgot your coat." " Yeah." " Yeah." "Thank you." "I was a good mother..." "wasn't I?" "Define "good."" "I kept all the wolves at bay." "I made it as normal a childhood as possible." "After all this time, just a step closer..." "You know I'm not Damien, right?" "Of course I know." "If the Prodigal Son ticked you off, then you should just let him have it." "I've never seen you like this before." "Hey!" "Alex!" "Anybody down here?" "Hello?" "Alex?" "You guys see one of the vets come down here?" "Guy in a wheelchair?" "Um... you see a vet in a wheelchair down by here?" "Hey!" "Alex!" "Alex, that you?" "Come on, man, let's get you out of here." "Get you out of here." "Here." "Ahh!" "Ahh!" "Sorry." "I didn't mean to interrupt." "And I stood upon the sand of the sea..." " And I saw..." " A beast..." " Rise up..." " Out of the sea..." " Having 7 heads..." " And 10..." " Horns..." " And upon his horns, 10 crowns..." " And upon his..." " Head..." "The name of blasphemy." "And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard..." "And deceiveth them that dwell on the Earth and his feet were of out of the Earth." "...power was given and he had two horns like a lamb..." "He opened his mouth in blasphemy against God." "...and he spake like a dragon." "All that dwell upon the Earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the Book of Life..." "And he exerciseth all the powers of the beast before him." " ...gave him power..." " ...was given unto him them which dwell therein to worship the first and his authority..." " ...the beast should both speak..." " And he doeth great wonders over all kindreds or the number of his name." "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 Six Hundred Threescore and Six." "Son of Night, you are given authority over the Earth." " You will kill by the sword..." " By famine..." " By plague..." " And through wild beasts." " You will lead astray - all nations of the Earth." "Your name is Death, and Hell follows behind you." "Stop!" "I need two men now." "I have someone who..." "needs a bit of housekeeping." "No." "No, not that." "Yes, it's him." "Don't hurt him... too much." "Sister Greta." "Monsignor." "Only Cardinals are allowed in this room." "Forgive me." "Philadelphiam is missing." "Give it to me." "Forgive me, Father, I cannot." "I'm to go to New York." "There's one there we think is the Beast." "You are to ask questions, collect data, return, and report your findings." "We will decide if he's the Beast, not you." "The Vatican council could take years." "If what I've heard is true, we need to..." "You are a scribe, nothing more." "I have seen demons turn children inside out, while old men like you bury their heads in ancient..." "Watch yourself." "This Beast is not an infant." "Rome's hubris has allowed him to age in the shadows 30 years." "30..." "The same age our Lord was when he began his ministry." "We've been under threat before." "2,000 years later, here we stand." "Hmm." "Spoken like a true Roman with barbarians at the gate." "Of all the sinners who fall into the Devil's grip, the proud fall the quickest." "I'll send someone else to New York." "No." "Please." "Will you hear my confession?" "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." "It's been a day since my last confession." "I want you to photograph it." "And his number is Six Hundred Threescore and Six." "Six Hundred Threescore and Six." "Hello?" "Come on." "Come on." "Hello?" "Simone." "Are you... are you okay?" "Yeah." "I'm fine." "Nothing's happened to you?" "Why would you ask that?" "Why are you breathing so hard?" "You're fine." "That's good." "Uh..." "Look, Simone, I gotta go." "No matter what happens, take care of yourself." "What's wrong?" "Damien, are you okay?" "Hello?" "No one's here." "Nurse Phillip to 4 South." "Nurse Phillip to 4 South." "Thanks for meeting me." "Just had to blow off some steam." "You know?" "Is everything all right?" "You seem upset." "Yeah, it's fine." "It's just..." "My brother is having issues, and he's the prodigy, so my mother's on edge." "God forbid he should have his own life." "What about you?" "Uh, you a prodigy?" "Hardly." "I'm just average, and... in my family, that's kind of unacceptable." "I can't imagine anybody thinking you're average." "I've been thinking a lot about you." "Listen, I'd invite you back to my place for a drink, but, uh..." "I seem to have..." "left my keys somewhere." "Well, that's too bad." "Sorry." "Take me to your place." "We'll break in if we have to." "Okay." "I'm down with that."