Constantine Page #14

ANGELA:

What?

John heads across the lanes. Swarm gets thicker andthicker. Angela keeps up with him, covers her mouth.

They approach the pin area of the center lane. The

source of the swarm is slowly revealed. In the catch

trough is a solid mound of flies.

John leans closer, spots a HAND protruding from themound.

JOHN:

Oh Jesus, no --

He rips his coat off, flings it at the mound and millionflies scatter --revealing the body of Beeman. Ravaged.

Flies pouring out of his mouth, his ears --

ANGELA:

(stepping back)

Oh God --

John goes ballistic, screams to the walls --

JOHN:

Who are you?! Answer me!!

Goddamit --reveal yourself! I

summon you!

He angrily rips his sleeves up --revealing two distinctTATTOOS on his forearms. Slams them together with allhis might --clenching his eyes tight --concentrating --

Veins in his arms and neck bulge, look ready to explode -

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Angela steps back in awe as the air around hisoutstretched arms begins to WARP --to tear a faint hole

from the bowling alley right into another world righthere --darker --Hellish --

JOHN:

Into the light I command thee!!

Into the light I --

John is choked by a cough --can't finish --arms

separate and he buckles to his knees, reveals to Angelajust how ill he really is.

She leans down to him, sees hints of blood on the floor.

JOHN:

... this is my fault... I sentthem in... I sent them right totheir deaths... a damn one-man

plague.

ANGELA:

John, you need a doctor.

JOHN:

I've seen a goddamn doctor!!

Angela glares at him --understands now. He's dying.

John stands, almost stumbles. Angela tries to help.

JOHN:

Get away from me!!

ANGELA:

John?

JOHN:

Stay the hell away -(

tortured look to her)

Please --

He uses the handrail to walk away. Angela stands there,

confused by her own emotions. She turns back to the

carnage, hears the distant SIRENS.

INT./EXT. JOHN'S APARTMENT -NIGHT

John sits in his opened window, simmering. He holds a

lit cigarette but doesn't dare put it to his lips.

Outside the city goes about its unending churn.

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Down on the street are several police vehicles. ENGINES

START and they drive away. Swirl of blue and red lightsflash across John's moist eyes.

ANGELA (O.S.)

There were no trees in our back

yard.

John finds Angela across the room in his doorway.

ANGELA:

But you knew that already, didn'tyou?

John meets her eyes. Sees the questions piling up.

ANGELA:

(walking towards him)

You see something in me...

Something Isabel had.

JOHN:

Go home, Angela.

ANGELA:

I need to understand --

John just shakes his head.

ANGELA:

Why not?

JOHN:

Because you open up to that world,

you're inviting whatever's outthere back in. That's what

happened to Isabel.

ANGELA:

I'm not Isabel.

JOHN:

No, she embraced her gift whileyou denied yours and that denial

is exactly why you're still alive.

Stick with me, that'll change.

John gets off the window, starts walking away.

JOHN:

And I don't need another ghostfollowing me around.

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ANGELA:

Dammit, John --they killed mysister!

That stops him cold.

ANGELA:

I can't let them get away withthat. Even if it means going downthe same path she did. Now if youwon't help me get there, I'll find

my own way. But I won't run.

Never.

The two stand there --locked in this moment.

ANGELA:

Please...

John can't believe this day --looks her dead in the eye.

JOHN:

You do this, there's no turningback. You see them --they see

you. Understand?

Angela never blinks as she nods in agreement.

INT. JOHN'S APARTMENT -LATER

Pushing slowly through a lifeless apartment --drawingcloser to the opened bathroom door. WATER is pouring.

ANGELA (O.S.)

Do I take off my clothes or leavethem on?

(a beat)

John?

JOHN (O.S.)

I'm thinking.

ANGELA (O.S.)

John.

JOHN (O.S.)

On is fine.

INT. BATHROOM

John fills a 70-year-old porcelain BATHTUB. Angelastands in the center.

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ANGELA:

Why water?

JOHN:

It's the universal conduit.

Lubricates the transition from one

plane to another. Now ask me if

there's water in Hell.

John turns off the faucet.

JOHN:

Sit.

Angela grabs his shoulder for balance, lowers herself.

When she's sitting, the water is all the way to her neck.

JOHN:

Normally only a portion of thebody has to be suspended but youwanted the crash course...

ANGELA:

(teeth chattering)

What will I see?

His eyes say it all. Enough.

JOHN:

Lie down.

ANGELA:

(gesturing the depth)

Lie down?

JOHN:

You have to be fully submerged.

ANGELA:

For how long?

JOHN:

As long as it takes. Here --

John cups the back of her neck, holds her face just abovethe water as she lowers down. Her breathing is picking

up. John leans over the tub, looks straight down at her.

JOHN:

Last chance...

(off her look)

Take a deep one.

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Angela takes a deep breath, holds it. John pulls hishand away and she settles to the bottom, her eyes rivetedon his the entire time.

ANGELA'S POV

A silent John ripples above. His hand grips her arm,

skin to skin.

BACK TO SCENE:

Angela lies there and panic sets in. She starts to

surface but John pushes her head back to the bottom,

holds it firm. Her eyes dart about. Air is running out.

She can't hold her breath much longer. It's not

working --

But the room's lighting begins to pulsate --as if the

current were ramping down. It slows to that dim halflight

as --

JOHN'S EYES --CLOSE. A single blink.

ANGELA is lying in now BOILING WATER, screaming for allof her life. Water muffles the sound but not the fury.

Huge TUB SHUDDERS hard --snapping out of the hold downbolts. John is stunned --how powerful is this woman?

Another SCREAM and the inch-thick TUB CRACKS. Water

starts streaming onto the tile.

John lunges, grabs Angela and PULLS her up from thewater --her muffled SCREAMS SHATTERING the air as her

mouth breaks the surface. She SLAMS hard against hischest --arms wrapping tight --fingers digging into hisback --leaving marks that might just scar.

TUB GIVES WAY and the damn breaks. John and Angela godown --hit the tile as one --water washing over them

both.

ANGELA lies there on top of John. Trembling. She looks

up him, eyes filled with revelation.

ANGELA:

All those people... so sad...

John nods, helping her understand.

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ANGELA:

... I've always known... where thebad guys are... where to aim, whento duck... it's not luck... I've

always known...

Tears stream down her cheeks. John reaches out to touch

her when her eyes CLAMP TIGHT in pain --

JOHN:

Angela?

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