Constantine Page #3

HENNESSEY:

Thank you. Yes... Gracias...

JOHN:

Hennessey.

Hennessey stops his panhandling, continues toward theexit.

INT. FOYER

John and Hennessey stop near the front entrance. John

rips the white collar from Hennessey's neck.

HENNESSEY:

I know, I know, but I didn't thinkshe was really possessed, not like

that.

JOHN:

I'm not back an hour and you dragme into --

HENNESSEY:

--Don't be mad, John, don't be --

John rummages through his coat pockets --

HENNESSEY:

On the left side.

John keeps searching.

HENNESSEY:

Vest pocket.

John rips his smokes from the left vest pocket --

JOHN:

Don't do that sh*t on me --

HENNESSEY:

Sorry, sorry. Here, you can havehalf.

Hennessey starts to divvy the cash but John snatches thehat.

(CONTINUED)

12.

CONTINUED:

JOHN:

I should take it all, save youfrom yourself.

He gestures that bagged BOTTLE in Hennessey's jacket.

HENNESSEY:

It keeps them out, so I can sleep.

Please, John, I need to sleep.

John stares at his pathetic friend, sighs, finally slipsa few bills from the wad and hands them over.

Hennessey is bubbling with appreciation, starts tofollow. John simply holds up a hand. Hennessey stops,

watches John walk out. Alone.

EXT. ALLEY BY THE APARTMENT

John turns the corner, spots Chaz punching a dent fromthe taxi's hood.

JOHN:

I told you to move it.

CHAZ:

Well maybe if you had told me youwere dropping a three-hundred

pound mirror with a pissed-off

demon in it I would have moved it

further.

Chaz slams the hood. They slide into the car.

CHAZ:

Well?

JOHN:

Well what?

Chaz reaches back into John's front coat pocket --pullsout Hennessey's wad of cash --slips off a few bills.

CHAZ:

Shouldn't have cut your stay inthe land of enlightenment. You

were so close to growing aconscience.

John grins, pulls his special lighter, lights a smoke andsits back.

(CONTINUED)

13.

CONTINUED:

JOHN:

Los Angeles...

He looks back up at the apartment, still puzzled.

JOHN:

Never ceases to entertain.

Chaz crams the car in gear as John takes a drag, coughs.

EXT. THE SKY

One of those perfect days. With perfect clouds. So

clear you feel you could reach out and touch Heaven.

Two young girls rise INTO FRAME on side-by-side swings.

For a moment they're suspended against that incrediblesky. Then gravity takes hold and they fall back toEarth.

MAN (V.O.)

You still with me?

INT. SUBWAY -DAY

ANGELA'S (30) weary eyes open. She's on her belly hiddenbetween track ties and shadows even deeper. Grips apolice-issue revolver tight. She's pinned down, unableto move.

ANGELA:

Yeah...

The MAN is thirty feet down the same track. Their VOICES

ECHO off the curved walls, come from everywhere.

How either of these two got here isn't important. Who

will get out is.

MAN (O.S.)

So what's next, Detective? We

gonna do a full marathon?

Intermittent RADIO CHATTER buzzes from Angela's WALKIE-

TALKIE. You get the sense Angela is not alone in here.

ANGELA:

Put your weapon on the tracks andstep out with your hands aboveyour head.

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14.

CONTINUED:

MAN (O.S.)

Or how 'bout you show yourself andI put a bullet in your skull justlike I did hers!

ANGELA:

That's just not going to happen.

MAN (O.S.)

You sure about that?!

Angela checks the chamber --sees she has one bullet

left.

ANGELA:

(almost pleading)

Now put down your weapon on thetracks and --

GROUND BEGINS to VIBRATE. Tunnel starts to GLOW.

MAN (O.S.)

Well ain't this a peach?!

Angela looks back, sees several SHADOWS of figures wavingfar off. Her RADIO is flooded with futzed CHATTER.

DETECTIVE WEISS (V.O.)

(over radio)

Get off the tracks! Blueline is

coming! Clear the tracks!

Angela peeks over the track. Still no sign of her perp.

The TRAIN is coming INTO VIEW and its BEAM shoots throughthe tunnel, turning every particle of dust into a supernova.

The SOUND is DEAFENING.

MAN (O.S.)

C'mon, Detective, step into the

light and be saved!!

Angela looks back, squints into the brilliant LIGHT.

She grips her GUN and in one burst of flat-out bravado -rises

as she AIMS.

And there he is --the Man rising with his own gun.

Angela FIRES as both dive off the track. His BULLET

RICOCHETS behind her. Hers finds its mark. Man goesdown right in the train's path.

(CONTINUED)

15.

CONTINUED:

Angela rolls over on the side of the tracks, catches herbreath. She closes her eyes and crosses herself as thetrain roars past in a staccato blur.

EXT. 20 LANES BOWLING ALLEY -DAY

Chaz's taxi pulls up, parks.

TAXI TRUNK:

OPENS, REVEALS suitcases stamped with AIR INDIA. John

starts inside, pauses as Chaz yells --

CHAZ:

There are four bags. I have two

hands. This give you any ideas?

JOHN:

Make two trips?

John walks in. Chaz curses under his breath.

INT. 20 LANES BOWLING ALLEY

Evening leagues are going strong. John walks in, lookstotally out of place. He moves down the BALL RACK area,

runs his fingers across the various leftovers, finallystops at a pearl-white dazzler.

He lifts it from the rack, steps out into the prep

area --in front of one of the few lanes not in use.

Number 13.

John snatches a grease pencil from the overhead,

scribbles right on the ball --"PROVISIONS DEPLETED."

He fluffs his trench coat back, steps onto the polishedwood with his well-traveled Oxfords.

Young bowlers on both sides stop to look at this oddity.

An attractive brunette is rather curious. John gives hera wink. Her boyfriend doesn't appreciate it.

John bowls. Perfect hook ball. Strike! Brunette grins.

John returns the smile, heads into the hallway by thepool tables.

16.

INT. JOHN'S APARTMENT

Seems small until you walk in and realize it's as long asa bowling lane. Makes that cage enclosed bed at one endseem like it's a mile away.

Chaz throws the suitcases on it as John arrives.

CHAZ:

(yells across room)

Simple question. How much longerdo I have to be your slave?

John pulls a chain and a wall of window shutters open.

JOHN:

You're not my slave, Chaz. You're

my very appreciated assistant.

Like Tonto and Robin and that

skinny fellow with the fat friend.

Along the floor, encircling the entire room, are 5 gallonSparkletts bottles. Each is adorned by a small handmarked

CROSS. John takes a moment to adjust one out ofplace.

CHAZ:

How much longer?

John doesn't like his tone.

JOHN:

Well I don't know, what's thegoing rate for saving a taxidriver hanging from hisfingernails about to be swallowedinto the jaws of Hell?

CHAZ:

So what time you want me back?

John gives him a knowing look, goes back to emptying hispockets.

JOHN:

I need to make an appearance atMidnite's. Say ten-ish?

Chaz sighs, starts out --

JOHN:

Chaz...?

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