Constantine Page #10

John jerks her into action. They run towards the nextlight. It blinks out right when they reach it.

They race to stay in the light, aiming toward the safetyof the brightly-lit statue of the Good Shepherd.

EXT. HOLY CROSS CEMETERY

They make it through the gate, pass through an alley ofoverhanging trees. Something RIPPLES through thebranches --flitters right past Angela's face. She swats

at it, manages to get a branch across the cheek.

They near the Good Shepherd and the floodlights FLICKER,

fade out. Statues of saints become dark monoliths.

John stops in an OPEN AREA between trees and a mausoleum.

A lit CROSS on the wall provides the only illumination.

Angela feels the scratch on her cheek, sees a trickle ofblood. Now she hears SOUNDS in the darkness. Like

LEATHER RUBBING. Surrounding them.

ANGELA:

What is that?

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52.

CONTINUED:

John is just as surprised he's saying this --

JOHN:

Wings.

ANGELA:

Wings?

John rummages through his trench coat --fishes out that

cloth Beeman gave him. The one supposedly wrapped aroundMoses.

JOHN:

And maybe talons.

The cross is getting dimmer and dimmer...

ANGELA:

Are you kidding? Of what?

JOHN:

Something that's not supposed tobe here.

John quickly wraps the cloth tight around his hand.

Angela spins, eyes seeing only darkness as the sounds getCLOSER --ghastly sound of MOVEMENT in the fringes oflight.

The cross now resembles a dying wire filament and withevery second the circle of light gets smaller and thoseSOUNDS GET CLOSER. John takes out his special lighter.

JOHN:

Close your eyes.

They are now standing in pitch darkness.

ANGELA:

Why?

JOHN:

Suit yourself.

John flicks the lighter and in one powerful motion -sweeps

his arm up as he lights his hand.

Sacred cloth catches fire --then IGNITES with a

brilliant retina-searing FLASH --blinding Angela andilluminating a -

--CIRCLE OF WINGED DEMONS --a roiling broth ofreptilian death --right there --ready to pounce.

(CONTINUED)

53.

CONTINUED:

RED FLAME radiates from the cloth and DEMONS SHRIEK as

they are instantly vaporized.

John tucks his burning hand into a coat pocket,

extinguishes the flame. He leans down to a rubbery stainleft from one of the burnt demon carcasses. Shakes his

head in disbelief.

JOHN:

(to himself)

'I accidentally crossed over?' I

don’t think so.

ANGELA:

(coming up behind)

What was that? I saw wings --and

teeth --they were flying. What

the hell were those things?!

JOHN:

They weren't angels.

John scans the area, trying to think this through.

JOHN:

Seplavites, actually. Scavengersfor the damned.

(off her lost look)

Demons?

ANGELA:

What? You can't be serious...

this is impossible...

JOHN:

Yeah...

(to himself)

And I don't think they were after

me...

John looks at her with renewed interest.

JOHN:

You really believe she wouldn'tcommit suicide?

ANGELA:

(a bit thrown)

My sister?

(a beat)

Never in a million years.

John makes the decision.

(CONTINUED)

54.

CONTINUED:

JOHN:

Let's be sure.

He starts walking. Angela is now compelled to follow.

ANGELA:

How?

JOHN:

Simple. See if she's in Hell.

EXT. L.A. COUNTY MORGUE -NIGHT

Not exactly an inviting place.

Hennessey steps off the curb, looks up at his

destination.

INT. ANGELA'S APARTMENT -NIGHT

John stares at a photo of Angela and her father in policeuniform. Obviously happier times.

Angela walks out of her bedroom holding a cardboard box.

That gray cat follows close to her heels.

ANGELA:

These are all Isabel's things.

JOHN:

The cat too?

ANGELA:

Yeah, why...?

John ignores the box of items, picks up the cat. He

studies it a bit, then sits back in a chair with it.

ANGELA:

Don't you need candles and apentagram for this to work?

JOHN:

(deadpan)

Why, do you have any?

John puts his feet, shoes and all into a BUCKET OF WATER.

JOHN:

I need you to step outside now.

(CONTINUED)

55.

CONTINUED:

Angela wants to stay.

JOHN:

Angela? Please.

Angela reluctantly moves toward the exit. John holds the

cat, stares into its huge, unblinking eyes. There's a

moment where animal and man seem to connect.

The water around John's feet begins to BOIL.

ANGELA pushes the door closed behind her but it slows onits way to latch.

Bulbs pulsate as current ramps down. The room flickers,

is suddenly caught in a ghostly dim half-light and Johnhas now crossed over into --

APARTMENT IN HELL

Same layout, different decorator. John takes a deep,

raspy breath, slowly stands. He turns to the wall behind

him which is torn away, looking like some half-bombed

structure in Beirut.

Beyond the wall is no longer the blackness of anightscape but a sickly sepia glow. Not quite day, notquite night.

John steps over the crumbling wall into --

EXT. HELL LOS ANGELES

John walks out onto the top overpass of a crumbling mazeof intersecting freeways. Burnt-out husks of longforgotten

vehicles sit in rows of gridlock. A low DRONE

penetrates the silence.

JOHN:

Is she here?

On the horizon is a dying RED SUN. It strains to cut

through the putrid brown haze.

JOHN:

Is she here?!

His VOICE REVERBERATES to infinity.

(CONTINUED)

56.

CONTINUED:

John cautiously steps closer to the railing, looks downto the ribbons of twisting streets below. They'recrammed with teeming masses of the damned. All walkingdown in silence, faces numb with sorrow and grief.

JOHN:

IS SHE HERE?!

That low DRONE RISES IN PITCH and John now spots a hugeblanket-like BLACKNESS crawling over the cityscape,

rapidly closing in on him. You get the feeling thisisn't a safe place for the living.

JOHN:

It's a simple question! Is she

here or not?!!

John suddenly locks on something far off.

On top of a distant skyscraper is a FEMALE FIGURE in asheer white gown. John can't make out her face but knows

she's looking right at him.

JOHN:

Isabel?

She lifts something and tosses it. John watches as a

small object tumbles toward him just ahead of closingdarkness.

INT. ANGELA'S APARTMENT -HALLWAY

In that same motion we left her in --Angela finishespushing the door closed. As it LATCHES --

JOHN (O.S.)

(weakly)

Angela... come back in...

Confused, Angela pushes the door back open. Cat BOLTS

out. Angela catches her breath, moves inside.

INT. LIVING ROOM

John sits slumped in the chair, drained. Steam rises off

his skin. Angela sees the water in the bucket has almost

all boiled out. She walks in, kneels down to him.

ANGELA:

John? What happened?

(CONTINUED)

57.

CONTINUED:

Sweat drips off as he looks up. He opens his palm -reveals

to Angela a simple HOSPITAL BAND. The name

"ISABEL DODSON" is typed on it.

Even as a semi-convert, this news completely floorsAngela. She takes the plastic band --grips it tight -tries

to hold herself together. The adrenaline and painoverwhelm. Her knee buckle and she drops to the floor.

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