Constantine Page #4

Chaz turns back, catches an object John throws him.

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JOHN:

A little something from Delphi.

It's a dashboard air freshener shaped like a cow.

Chaz tips it. Moooooo. John finds it rather amusing.

CHAZ:

Gee, thanks.

Chaz leaves. John removes a small BLACK BOX from his

jacket. He sets it carefully on its own shelf by thewindow --stares out.

BEEMAN (O.S.)

'Provisions depleted?'

John turns to see BEEMAN waddle in.

BEEMAN:

I gave you three months worth.

You were gone only one.

This diminutive occult version of Bond's "Q" carries acustom bowling bag and squints in the light like a mole.

JOHN:

What can I say, Beeman, India wasa real drain.

They shake hands. Beeman sets his bowling bag onto thetable, unzips it.

BEEMAN:

So what do you need?

JOHN:

Everything you got.

BEEMAN:

(pausing)

You smell something, John?

JOHN:

Maybe. Incubus in this girl Ijust exorcized seemed a bit morespirited than usual.

Beeman starts pulling things out. First is a frayed RAG.

Then glass containers...

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BEEMAN:

Well, I've got your stonefragments from the Road toDamascus, dust from the Dead SeaScrolls --oh, you'll love this --

Out comes a little MATCHBOX with a smiling bug graphic.

BEEMAN:

Screech beetle from Mount Sinai.

He shakes the matchbox and the BEETLE flutters inside.

It's WINGS create an eerie HIGH-PITCHED WHIRL. John

shrugs. So?

BEEMAN:

Yeah, to you it's nothing but tothe Fallen --like fingernails ona chalkboard.

JOHN:

What is it with you and bugs?

Beeman pulls out a set of sculptured BRASS KNUCKLES.

Actually solid gold and engraved with religious markings.

John takes them, tries them on. Nice fit.

BEEMAN:

Gold was blessed by the BishopAnicott during the Crusades.

John spots a foot-long COPPER TUBE in the bag, pulls itout, grips the bicycle handle on one end.

BEEMAN:

Watch it there.

With this puny little thing? John gives the handle asqueeze and WHOOOOSH --ten-foot FLAME BELCHES out.

BEEMAN:

Dragon's breath.

JOHN:

I thought you couldn't get it

anymore.

Beeman shrugs, modesty. John starts to put it down onthe table and Beeman quickly pulls the frayed rag away.

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BEEMAN:

Whoa, don't want to get a flamenear this.

(off John's look)

Piece of the shroud Moses wore to

the mountain.

John picks it up --You're shitting me, right? Nope.

JOHN:

Got any callinicus?

BEEMAN:

(intrigued)

How spirited was this incubus?

JOHN:

(coughs)

Like it was trying to come rightout through the girl

Beeman just stares at him --is this a joke?

JOHN:

I know how it sounds...

BEEMAN:

We're finger puppets to them,

John, elaborate costumes --theycan work us but don't come through

us. They can't. You know that.

JOHN:

Check the scrolls anyway.

Corinthians. See if there are anyprecedents.

BEEMAN:

Sure, John. Anything else?

JOHN:

(coughs again)

Wouldn't happen to have anythingfor --

Beeman sets down a bottle from the bag --Vick's 44.

BEEMAN:

On the house.

EXT. LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT -DAY

Lots of blue on blue in this parking lot.

20.

INT. LOCKER ROOM

Locker door opens and Angela is there, covered in thegrime of the subway. She's pained as she pulls off hershoulder holster. Looks at herself in the door mirror.

Tired, aging eyes stare back.

WEISS (O.S.)

Gutsy move out there, Dodson.

Angela glances at DETECTIVE WEISS as he opens his locker.

ANGELA:

Gutsy? Well that's a new one.

The two exchange a look.

WEISS:

You're alive. Bad guy's dead. No

point in using the other words.

ANGELA:

Thanks.

WEISS:

(shuts his locker)

Even though it was reckless -irresponsible

--stupid...

ANGELA:

I knew you still cared.

WEISS:

You're good, Angela, real good butone of these days...

ANGELA:

(heard it before)

I know, nobody's luck lastsforever.

He meets her eyes. Exactly. He really does care.

Weiss breaks it off, leaves. Angela turns to close herlocker door, notices her reflection does not turn.

She grabs the door, looks back in. Reflection is as it

should be. She shudders, slams the locker door.

EXT. CLUB MIDNITE -10 PM

So exclusive there's not even a line out front. Just a

pair of bouncers waiting to roll someone just for fun.

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Chaz follows John from the cab to the entrance. A

Bouncer selects a PICTURE CARD from a deck. On the front

are TWO FLYING DOLPHINS. Only we can see the back, whichis --

JOHN:

Two frogs on a bench.

Yep. They let him pass. Chaz steps up and lucky him -he

gets the same TWO FLYING DOLPHINS.

CHAZ:

Two frogs on a bench.

But Chaz is stiff-armed because the back of this card

shows a BEAR in a dress.

CHAZ:

What? But I'm with him! Right,

John? John?

John glances back --gives him an impassive look. Chaz

backs away, stares after him. Someday.

INT. CLUB MIDNITE

MUSIC FLOODS this exclusive establishment. It's a clash

of cultures and influences not easily dated. A retro

speakeasy for the new millennium.

John walks through a maze of passages while the fantasiesof a twisted city play out in the shadows. He pauses,

sees a clan of suited businessmen in a corner, showingoff for several ladies.

One fills a line of shot glasses from a pitcher of water.

Another waves his hand over them, turns the water intoRED WINE. The ladies are very impressed, drink up.

NICO, a young black man, walks past John.

NICO:

Neighborhood's going to Hell.

John offers a half smile. He likes this kid, walks on.

One of the men in the group turns, watches John.

Balthazar. He grins and pockets that odd COIN.

INT. HALLWAY

John starts up a long flight of stairs, stops in front oftwo very large doors.

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Their surface is ancient, the wood petrified overcountless centuries. John places his fingers into thegnarled folds, closes his eyes --

JOHN:

Numquam leadatur a morsu.

A living GROAN BELLOWS from the rigid seams but the doorsdon't budge.

JOHN:

Bastard changed the code again.

(bangs the doors)

Midnite! Come on, do I have tohuff and puff here?!

The doors unlatch.

INT. MIDNITE'S OFFICE

SWEEP ACROSS a meticulously-crafted ORRERY, a scientificsculpture that normally displays our solar system inrelative motion. But the planets here are ancient RELICSwith symbols and names --MATERIAL, ASTRAL, SPIRITUAL,

ICONIC, etc. And the globe at the center --"CREATOR."

This is an orrery of the forces of the Universe. And

it's not moving.

MIDNITE (O.S.)

Et separatur a plasmate tuo, Utnum quam laedatur amorsu antiquiserpentes...

John steps in through the doors behind.

JOHN:

Deciding which color to paint thisplace again?

PAPPA MIDNITE stands in the jungle he calls an office.

Part African witch doctor, part savvy businessman. A

full six and half feet of solid contradictions.

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