Ominous (2015) Movie Script

He's coming!
He's coming!
Have you come to
pray for me, Father?
God can't help you.
You think you
can trap me here?
Deliver this boy from all
sin, from hatred and anger.
What are you doing?
From lightning and tempest,
from plague and damnation,
I deliver you!
Begone, devil!
Tremble under
the powerful hand of God.
Cower in the sight
of His glory.
You have no power
over me, old man.
This is sacred ground.
It is you without the power.
Your precious
sanctuary won't save you!
Leave him, unholy one.
Leave with all
your wickedness!
Do you renounce
the power of evil?
Father, please have mercy.
Do you renounce
the power of evil?
Do you renounce
the power of evil?
Please don't hurt me, Father.
Do you renounce
the power of evil?
Saint Michael, our Archangel,
defend us in this day of battle.
Be our safeguard against the
wickedness and snares of the devil.
Do I have to
stay with Sofia?
It's only for
a couple of hours.
We won't be long, I promise.
I made you something.
What's this?
It's you getting your award.
Thank you, sweetheart.
You haven't seen my brooch
anywhere, have you?
Michael, we're
going to be late!
I'm here.
Didn't hear me calling you?
I didn't. I'm sorry.
Hey, what's this?
It's a card.
Jacob made it for me.
I didn't get one?
You're not getting an award.
Have a good time.
I'll keep Jacob in line while
you're gone. Right, kiddo?
Your fly.
Will you read me a bedtime
story when you get home?
You mean something like "Wee Willie
Winkie runs through the town?
"Upstairs, downstairs,
in his nightgown!
-"Tapping at the window,
"Crying through the lock.
"Are all the children in their beds?
It's past 8 o'clock"
What do you want for dinner?
Ice cream.
Chicken nuggets it is.
What's wrong, boy?
Don't worry.
If we take the freeway, we
should get there in time.
How long has it
been going on?
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Rachel, it's a big night.
-Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait.
-We need to talk.
Hon, we're gonna be late.
Just answer the question.
How long?
Please, not now.
Not tonight.
My God! Jacob!
He's supposed to
be in the house.
Call 911!
I am, I am.
Yes, I need
an ambulance immediately
to 508 Hapgood Way.
My son's been hit by a car.
He's seven.
He's got difficulty breathing, rapid
heart rate, unstable vital signs.
Tell Dr. Stubeck
we've got a hot unload.
-What have we got?
-Seven-year-old male.
Possible punctured lung.
Get him on the table.
Get me an amp of epi.
He's going in to V-fib.
He's unstable.
We need to start compressions.
Get me a cart over here!
Where the hell is that epi?
We're losing him.
Losing pulse.
Charging to 120.
Get me another amp of epi.
Call it.
You're gonna have to
say something eventually.
For crying out loud, we're
coming from our son's funeral.
What the hell
is the matter with you?
It just came out of nowhere.
You know what?
-Why don't you just say it?
-Say what?
That you blame me for Jacob.
Do you?
It was an accident, Rachel.
Were you drinking?
Is that what you think?
I had one drink that night while
I was getting ready. One.
It's never just one.
No, I wasn't drunk, Rachel!
-Yeah, right.
-Come on!
It's in pain.
Well, call a vet.
Michael, you can't.
We can't just leave it here.
Stay here.
I'll be right back.
Can I help you?
Actually, I was
hoping I could help you.
It's been a really bad day.
What's he want?
Would you like to
have your son back?
What did he say?
I asked you if...
Yeah. I heard what you said.
Now I'm asking you to leave.
All I'm asking is that you
promise to protect the boy.
Protect him from what?
Did you hear me?
Small price to pay, isn't it?
For the life of your son?
-Okay, that's it.
Bring the body back here.
I'll take care of
everything else.
Good day to you.
I can't believe
you're even thinking about it.
It came
back to life, Michael.
But digging up our son's body?
Handing it over
to some stranger?
It's insane.
Yeah, it is.
Thank you.
What have we got to lose?
Listen to yourself!
Are you honestly willing
to go out there right now
and dig up Jacob's grave?
Because I know I'm not.
Get down, get down.
It's clear. Come on.
It's gonna be okay, boy.
What have we done?
Everything we could.
Thanks. For trying.
Wait downstairs.
Bad dream?
Hi, Mommy. Hi, Daddy.
What is it, Mommy?
What's wrong?
Just so glad to see you.
It's really him.
Of course it is.
It's our son.
What's wrong, boy?
I've had my demons.
I drank, I cheated on my wife.
Three months ago,
I got a second chance.
We moved to a new town,
a new house.
And you know what?
We're better.
I'm not drinking anymore.
My wife and I are
closer than ever.
And my son...
I feel like I
got my family back.
You pretending
to be asleep?
You want to fool around
before he wakes up?
Good morning.
Hello to me.
-He's here.
Hey. How long you been
standing there, buddy?
I'm hungry.
Can you make pancakes?
Sure. Be right there.
Look at him.
He's like
a perfect little angel.
You know, this is what I
thought it would be like
when we were first married.
Me, too.
Have we unpacked
the spatula yet?
Let me look.
You know, I was thinking.
We should go to
church tomorrow.
Yeah, why not?
Got a new name,
new house, new car.
New beginnings.
Sounds perfect.
Me like mine
with blueberries.
So demanding.
-Tell Jacob breakfast is almost ready.
Mom says
breakfast is almost ready.
You out here?
Come on, it's time to get
in the house for breakfast.
"Wee Willie Winkie
runs through the town
"Upstairs, downstairs,
in his nightgown
"Tapping at the window
Crying through the lock
"Are all the kids in their beds?
It's past 8 o'clock"
I know I'm not
like other kids.
I just don't know what
I'm supposed to do.
I feel different sometimes.
You make me feel better.
You always were
a good mother, Rachel.
Sorry, were you
talking to me?
Is something wrong, Daddy?
Who were you talking to?
I saw someone
in here with you.
There's no one here.
There was someone here.
I swear I saw something.
Hasn't he
been through enough?
I'm not making this up.
What's going on
with you, Michael?
Let's talk about this.
nothing to talk about.
There. They're gone now.
So, where were we?
The devil, Satan,
Lucifer, Beelzebub.
Often symbolic of
man's fall from grace.
The Bible calls
him by many names.
How can one not realize
that not only is the devil
real, but he is thriving?
Strife in the Middle East,
disease in Africa,
families being
washed away by floods.
His influence can
be felt everywhere,
constantly tempting all of
humanity to betray one another
to commit sin.
As Jesus said in
1 John, chapter 3.
"Let no one be led astray.
"The one who sins
is of the devil.
"That is how we know
who the children of God are
"and who are
the children of the devil."
Jacob? Jacob,
are you okay?
Michael, what's wrong?
You're the doctor.
"Anyone who does not...
"Any... Anyone who
does not know what right is...
-Is it a seizure?
-I don't know.
You have... You have to rid
yourself of the devil!
"Anyone who does not
know what is right...
" not God's child!"
We need to get
him out of here!
What's wrong with him?
I have no idea.
Put me down!
-Get the car. Get the door.
-Let go of me!
Stop it!
Let me see. Michael!
It's fine. Let's just go.
Father, are you okay?
Are you hurt?
What was that?
That was a warning.
Hey, it's not your fault.
You tried to save him.
You were the only one.
Look, I know you've
been trying really hard.
You have us. Isn't that
what really matters?
I'll be fine.
Why were you watching me?
Please take a seat,
Mr. Young.
How'd you know that name?
I know a lot of things about
you, your wife, your son.
You're probably thinking
you made a mistake, right?
Are you a man
of faith, Michael?
Well, when you've seen the things I
have, you realize that a crucifix
is just two
pieces of crossed wood.
Holy water,
regular H2O.
The real power
is in the devil.
What if I told you
he could be reborn?
If the right opportunity
presented itself.
Like a recently
deceased young boy?
Two loving,
desperate parents willing
to do anything to
get their son back?
Are you suggesting the devil is
responsible for bringing my son back?
I'm suggesting that
the son you got back
is the devil.
This is a mistake.
I shouldn't have come here.
So a complete stranger
pops out of nowhere
and offers to bring your
son back from the dead?
Come on.
You don't find
that a little odd?
You don't see the catch?
You think what happened at the
church this morning was an accident?
You think Jacob had
something to do with that?
As long as that boy lives...
What do you mean "lives"?
Not you, not your wife,
not anyone you care
or love will be safe.
This is my son
we're talking about.
It is not your son!
What's this?
He was barely 10-years-old
the day he chased his ball
into the middle of the street.
I ran after him,
but it was too late.
He was hit by a van.
He died instantly.
The next day, a man came
to visit his mother and I.
This is your son?
He offered us
a chance to...
To bring Jeremy back.
But it didn't take
long for me to realize
that it wasn't Jeremy.
It was something else.
He'd become something.
I don't know. I got lost.
I was struggling for
an answer. I was scared.
So I joined the church.
And the Lord...
The Lord showed me
what had to be done.
You did this?
-I did what I had to do.
-You killed your son.
No, I killed the devil
who looked like my son.
Jacob has to be stopped
at all costs, Mr. Young.
And only the boy's
father can do it.
Only you can stop Jacob
before it's too late.
You are out of your mind!
I understand what
you're going through.
It'll only get worse,
I promise you.
If Jacob matures,
God help us all.
For your coffee.
"Tapping at the window
And crying through the lock
"Are all the children
in their beds?
"It's past 8 o'clock"
I... I have to go. I'm sorry.
What the hell, man? Hey!
What are you doing?
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey. Say hi to Mom. Say hello.
-Hi, Mommy!
Go on, go on. Good!
What are you
doing out here?
I was...
I was just on my phone.
Can we have
pizza for dinner?
Sure, yeah.
I can't believe
he did that.
What did he say?
He just wanted to make
sure Jacob was okay.
And what did you tell him?
I don't know. I...
I mean, last night in the
room, and then the church.
You have to admit, he hasn't been
the same since he came back.
I can
hardly blame him
after everything
he's been through.
I knew things would be
different for a while,
but these last couple days...
Maybe we should take
Jacob to a specialist.
-You mean a shrink?
-No, I mean someone to talk to.
Someone who can tell us if there's,
you know, something wrong.
What happens when the specialist
figures out who he is?
Fifty people at his funeral.
We had to leave everything
-and everyone behind.
-I know.
We have a new life,
a new home.
Can't just keep running.
We promised to protect him.
I know.
I thought
you were doing better.
I thought the meetings
were helping.
What does that have
to do with anything?
You know exactly
what I'm talking about.
You weren't
exactly there for him.
Or me.
We were having trouble.
Our marriage
was falling apart.
And we're better now.
I'm better now.
But what's happening with
Jacob, this is something else.
Jacob, honey?
How long have you
been standing there?
Why did you kill me?
How's he doing
this morning?
We're going to the park later.
You want to come?
I think I'm gonna hit up
a couple temp agencies.
-Mind if I take the car?
I could use the fresh air.
Go get 'em.
I will.
Bye, Jacob.
How come Daddy didn't come?
He had an interview.
Is he getting a job?
I certainly hope so.
Can we get a cat?
No, honey.
How come?
Your father's allergic.
You know that.
Can we get one
when Daddy dies?
Mrs. Field.
You go ahead and play.
Mommy will be right there.
-I'll hold that.
How'd you find us?
Don't be alarmed.
I just wanted to see
how things were coming along.
What a fine,
young, handsome boy.
So innocent.
My husband's
concerned about him.
Thinks we should take him
to see a specialist.
What do you think?
He's a seven-year-old boy.
Moved to a new home,
a strange new town.
I'd be alarmed if he wasn't
feeling a little awkward.
Well, Jacob's
an extraordinary child.
As with many
extraordinary children,
you'll find that some people take
an unusual interest in them.
You mean hurt him?
You have to remember,
Rachel, Jacob is a miracle.
He needs your love and devotion
if he's to live a normal life.
Promise me you'll
continue to protect him.
-Of course.
-At all costs.
Even from those
who are close to him.
I promise.
I'm gonna give
you an address.
If things become difficult, you
and Jacob will always be welcome.
Jacob? Jacob?
-Hey, what do you think you're doing?
-I was waiting.
Why don't you go back
to where you came from?
-Yeah, we don't want you here.
-Get lost.
Leave me alone.
That's right, go home
to Mommy and cry.
What's going on?
Is he doing that?
got to be kidding me.
What the hell is
going on out there?
We were just kidding.
We didn't mean it.
-I think we better get out of here.
-Let's go.
Can anybody hear me?
Somebody, help me!
Open! Please!
Somebody, help me!
Go, go, go.
Run home.
Jacob? Jacob?
Here, Mommy.
I just heard
about what happened.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah, we're just a bit shaken up.
They said a number of people were
brought in to the emergency room,
but nobody seems to
know what caused it.
Well, the news is calling it some
kind of freak weather thing.
We got lucky.
I'm just glad
you both are okay.
Hey, what do you say we get
some pizza on the way home.
-Would you like that?
Come on.
Time for bed.
Make sure
he brushes his teeth, too.
You hear that? Mommy says it's
time to brush your teeth.
Are you here?
What is it?
Have you seen Jacob?
Not since earlier.
I thought he was in here.
My God. Jacob.
He couldn't have
gotten far. Come on.
Such a shame
about Jeremy.
I don't think I got a chance
to offer my condolences.
Tell me, Father...
What was it like to bring that
blade down on your own son's neck?
He wasn't my son.
Father, you're
losing your touch.
Such a pity.
I'm not gonna let
you do what you did
to my son and I,
to anyone else.
-I gave him a little life.
-You turned him into a monster.
Well, one man's monster
is another man's God.
Yeah, but my God will win.
Good-bye, Vetus Amicus.
So filled with anger,
consumed with vengeance you could
smell, but you couldn't taste.
Tell me, old friend.
Where's your God now?
So much suffering.
What kind of a God would
let his child endure it?
Did your son cry out for mercy
before you cut his head off?
Perhaps he's watching now.
I wonder whose side he's on.
Come on.
He's getting
stronger, isn't he?
He's the one.
I feel it.
-My God.
I'm ready
to come home now.
I think we'd better go.
Now, you can't
just run off like that.
You understand that,
don't you?
I understand, Mommy.
There's something
I need to do.
"The Discipuli is a secret
society of wealthy noblemen
"dating back to
17th-century Rome.
"They dedicated their lives
to manipulating bloodlines
"in order to give
birth to a true Antichrist,
"Satan himself
reborn in human form.
"The Discipuli believed
"that the birth
and rise of Satan
"would usher in a new age,
"in which they could achieve
limitless power and wealth."
My God.
Father Francis?
Yeah, he was in room 156.
Hey, what are you doing here?
Officer? Officers?
Officer, you need to
talk to this guy.
"After initial efforts failed,
the Discipuli realized
"that their young subjects
must be offered willingly
"by their
parents as sacrifices."
"The children would become a
vessel for the Antichrist
"until reaching maturity,
"at which point
their real potential,
"the devil within,
will awaken."
-What are you doing?
-You scared me.
I scared you?
-What the hell is going on, Michael?
Is this about what
the priest told you?
-Where were you tonight?
-It doesn't matter.
Look, I've been thinking.
We should leave.
-Everything that's happened tonight...
This week...
We should leave
town for a while.
-For Jacob.
-For... for Jacob?
And where would you
like to go, exactly?
-What's this?
-It's an address.
The Stranger gave it to me.
The Stranger? When?
At the park, he said
we'd be safe there.
What do you mean, safe?
We promised to protect Jacob.
You remember?
You remember what he said? We can't allow
anything to happen to him at any cost.
And he's our son.
So what's the problem?
You're probably right.
Why don't you put a bag together,
and I'll finish up here, okay?
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Why don't you go in and get some
snacks for the road while I fill up?
Good idea.
I'll be right back.
We'll be here.
Quiet tonight?
Have a good one.
I'm sorry.
What happened? My God,
we have to save him.
-No, no, no. Don't.
-Get off of me!
-Help me. There's a child in the car!
He's your son!
No, he's not!
It can't be.
-Rachel. Rachel, no.
How could you do this?
Rachel. Rachel,
Rachel, please.
Have you found
my wife and son?
We'll get to that, Mr. Field.
No, you don't understand.
You have to find them.
You know how many murders we
had in this town last year?
Go on, go ahead, guess.
-We're wasting time.
You know how many we had
the year before that?
Smarter than you
look, Mr. Field.
Do you know this man?
That's funny, 'cause
I got three witnesses
that put you in his hotel room
hours after the time of his death.
We'll get back to him.
How about this man?
It's that...
That priest from the church.
Now, the witnesses say
you were the only one
that went up there
and tried to help him.
In fact, you were the one that
actually put out the flames.
Is that true?
Okay, well,
here's my problem.
I haven't had a murder in
this town in two years.
Now I got two dead priests,
and the only connection
between them both is you.
Are you sure you
don't know this man?
Father Francis and I met up at a
restaurant a couple days ago.
I was having family issues.
He said he wanted to help.
Now, if you could just
help me find my wife and son.
Wait. What's going on?
What are you doing?
What's going on?
Too many eyes and ears.
Here's the truth.
I've been following Father
Francis for a while now,
ever since he fled the city
after murdering his son.
That's not
exactly what happened.
I know about
the Discipuli cult.
I know that Father Francis
was following them.
Children rising
from the grave,
death and destruction following
them wherever they go.
Six victims succumbed
to their injuries
just this afternoon.
If you knew it
was happening...
Why didn't you do
something about it?
I told you,
lots of eyes and ears.
We're talking about
a secret society here.
It's been around
for hundreds of years.
That's a hell of
a lot of influence.
What I need is
an active case.
You're talking about Jacob.
Do you happen to
know where they went?
They gave my wife an address.
Can you write
that down, please?
No, I don't need to.
I'm going.
You're the prime suspect
in an attempted murder case.
-You're not going anywhere.
-I don't care.
You can cuff me,
shackle me, do what you want.
But I'm going with you.
Is there anybody here?
I'm glad to see you.
What is this place?
Someplace safe.
Do come.
Please, make
yourselves at home.
After all,
it's been put here for you.
Quite the collection.
Reminders of
a rich and storied history.
You know, we've been waiting
for this a long time.
I want you to know
how dedicated we all are
to seeing you reach
your full potential.
What potential is that?
Don't be
concerned, Rachel.
You and your son
will be safe here.
Is he my son?
Even if he weren't,
would he be less deserving
of your love, nurture, care?
Every boy
deserves a mother.
Your husband's arrived, and
he's brought some friends.
I'm gonna need
you to stay here.
You can't leave me.
If your wife and son
are here, we'll find 'em.
You... you don't understand.
It's being handled.
No. Hey!
There's a threat.
We need to move
to the next step.
Can you do it?
Good boy.
It's police. We have a warrant
to search the premises.
Open up.
Jacob? What's he doing?
What's going on?
What's happening?
What's he doing?
Doing what needs to be done.
You have to stop him.
We can't let
them hurt the boy.
But he's killing them.
Get me out of here!
Let me out!
Open the door!
Open the door.
Please, move!
Here, here.
Come on.
Okay, Mr. Young.
-What now?
We find my son. Come on.
Come on.
We're all clear.
Thought I saw something.
He's toying with us.
Might be the Antichrist,
but he's still a child.
I think it's time we give that
son of a bitch a time-out.
Yeah, come on.
He's got to be up here.
Come on.
I know you're in here.
Show yourself.
Let's play, Daddy.
My friend,
he'd like to play, too.
Is that okay?
What are we gonna play?
How about we play...
Jacob, stop.
You stop that this instant,
you understand?
It's your choice.
Look out.
You know what
needs to be done.
He's the only one
standing in your way.
Please, don't hurt him.
I know you're not my son.
But I also know there's still
part of him in there somewhere.
I'm sorry...
For everything I've done
to you and your mother.
I'm so, so sorry.
But you don't
have to do this.
We can end this
nightmare right now.
All you have to do
is come with us.
You're lying.
Finish him.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be...
We've got to go.
We've got to get out of here.
Come on.
Come on.
Okay, baby, gonna
get you to a hospital.
Faster. Go faster.
I'm trying.
Get off the road now.
-Just get to the house.
-What are they waiting for?
-I don't know.
-Come on.
Upstairs, now. Now.
Mommy? Daddy? I'm home.
Where are you, Father?
You think you can defeat me?
You think you
have power over me?
I'm the Father now.
I am the Father, the Son.
I am the unholy trinity.
You should know, Daddy,
this is all your fault.
Are you okay?
It has to be me.
Wh... What you mean?
I have to do it.
It has to be me.
Go to hell.
Try to take it easy
for a couple of days, okay?
Keep off your feet,
if possible.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Doctor.
It's never easy, is it?
So young.
So vulnerable.
You have my condolences.
What if I told you I
could bring him back?