Damien: Omen II

All right, let's go on.
(Paul) One person dies of starvation
every 8.6 seconds.

Seven every minute.
420 every hour. 10,000 every day!

To feed these people,
we have to farm the ocean.

We have to develop new strains
of high-yield, disease-resistant grain crops.

The oil countries didn't hesitate
to squeeze ourjugular vein.

So, what's so different about food?
If you've got a knife at your belly,
you'll keep still.

Why, then, call my policy unethical?
It's callous and inhuman...
and in my opinion, illegal.

What is inhuman about feeding people?
- Telephone, Mr Thorn.
- I'm busy.

It's an emergency, sir.
Bill's point is, if we control the food people
eat, it's tantamount to making slaves of them.

- Ah, customers!
- But you want us to buy up their land.

Thorn's have the hardware and knowledge...
...that's easily adaptable
to the purpose of large-scale farming.

This, with the pesticides
and fertilisers we produce...

...gives us the jump
on any corporate entity in the world.

If we control their land,
we make them tenants.

- Bill... we make their bellies full.
- I have to agree with Paul.

I'll be right back.
Marion died in her sleep last night -
a coronary.

- I'm sorry.
- I've got to go. I'll talk to you later, Bill.

- Paul, how about breakfast in the morning?
- Certainly.

- Have they moved in to the apartment yet?
- Today.

Winter is here again.
That's Damien's father right there in the back.
My old man played on that team, too.
That's him.

He was on the line,
but Robert Thorn was quarterback.

Even back then he was calling all the plays.
- You're next, Damien.
- Hey, Teddy.

Don't ever talk about my father again.
Do you understand?

Can't you take ajoke?