Constantine Page #9

The RINGS HOP phone to phone in intimidating mockery.

Angela freezes, forces herself to stay calm. Sure

enough, the RINGS abruptly CEASE.

Angela reaches over, rips the page from the printer,

leaves.

INT. ISTANBUL AIRPORT -DAY

A police guard scans passengers and a printout of thePrisoner. He walks past a man standing in the metaldetector line.

This is actually the Prisoner wearing the clothes andglasses of the Driver. Is that a blood stain on the

lapel?

Sweat drops from his forehead and he nervously places theiron relic in a bag he took from the truck driver. He

has no choice but to place it on the conveyer belt.

MYSTERIOUS POV:

Watching the Prisoner. He looks back AT us, suspicious.

Nothing there.

PRISONER:

looks back nervously, as his bag goes through thedetector.

46.

DETECTOR SCREEN:

shows the folds of the bag, a wallet, a passport andnothing else. The iron relic doesn't even produce anoutline.

Bag slides out, untouched. Prisoner can't believe his

luck, grabs the bag and walks on toward the gates.

EXT. LOS ANGELES -NIGHT

VARIOUS of the city --the contrasts between the brightand cheerful and the dark and mysterious. That abandoned

mission behind Bob's Big Boy, the Islamic Temple wedgedbetween competing banks.

COME TO REST ON --

The towering statue of The Good Shepherd. His hands are

welcoming us into the "HOLY CROSS CEMETERY."

Right across the street is the 20 Lanes Bowling Alley.

INT. 20 LANES -THE BAR

John drinks alone. Pissed at life. At death.

That small black box of his lies on the table unopened.

Spider runs across the table. John flips an empty glass,

traps it underneath. He takes a drag on his cigarette,

tips the glass and blows smoke inside. Spider can'tescape the poison air, bumps the glass. Trapped. Dying.

JOHN:

Welcome to my life.

ANGELA (O.S.)

Mr. Constantine?

John looks up, spots Angela. Those eyes again.

ANGELA:

I saw you at --

JOHN:

--I remember.

ANGELA:

And --

JOHN:

Yeah.

(CONTINUED)

47.

CONTINUED:

She did make an impression.

ANGELA:

I'd like to ask you a fewquestions.

JOHN:

I'm not really in the talking moodright now.

ANGELA:

Could you just listen then?

Angela sets her LAPD detective badge on the table.

ANGELA:

Please?

JOHN:

Always a catch...

Angela sits across from him, puts the badge away.

ANGELA:

My sister was murdered last week.

JOHN:

Sorry to hear...

ANGELA:

Her name was Isabel. Isabel

Dodson?

She looks for a reaction. None.

ANGELA:

You don't remember her?

JOHN:

Never met her.

ANGELA:

You sure?

JOHN:

She look anything like you?

(as Angela nods)

I would've remembered.

Another beat as their eyes meet. John looks away.

(CONTINUED)

48.

CONTINUED:

ANGELA:

She was a patient at Ravenscar.

Then last Tuesday she just decidedto step off the roof.

JOHN:

I thought you said she was murdered?

ANGELA:

Isabel would never take her own life.

JOHN:

You'd be surprised at what peoplewill do.

ANGELA:

Look, I know I'm not making much

sense --hell I'm not really surewhat I'm doing here... I justfeel --the circles you travelin --the occult, demonology,

exorcisms...

John just stares at that spider in the glass. Trapped.

ANGELA:

I believe someone got to her, Mr.

Constantine, brainwashed her intostepping off that roof. Some kind

of legion or cult.

JOHN:

Sounds like a theory. Good luck.

ANGELA:

Well I thought with yourbackground and experience, youcould at least point me in theright direction.

JOHN:

Yeah, okay. Sure.

John points --toward the exit. Angela is not amused.

But she's not giving up.

ANGELA:

My sister always talked about aworld better than this. Heaven as

some call it. She wasn't afraid

of dying because she knew it waswaiting for her. What everyonefails to grasp is that if she hadreally taken her own life -

(CONTINUED)

49.

CONTINUED:

JOHN:

--she would have committed a

mortal sin and her soul would have

gone straight to Hell where itwould never feel love or

compassion or anything but painagain as the master himself ripsher apart over and over for therest of eternity.

(beat)

That about right?

The words have hit so hard that Angela is speechless.

John sees the hurt in her eyes, would like to take itback --but it's too late.

She turns and starts out, slows --

ANGELA:

You're not the only one afraid ofHell.

John tries not to let that get to him. She leaves. He

glances out the window, watches her pass by. So long.

Good riddance.

But something's not right. Those deep shadows on thebuildings seem to be moving. John watches, confused,

realizes they're heading in Angela's direction.

JOHN:

Oh sh*t...

He stands, gains his bearings. As he walks out he flicks

the glass over. Spider runs free.

EXT. 20 LANES BOWLING ALLEY -NIGHT

Cars are lined all the way down the street. Angela walksalong the sidewalk unaware of the shadow following her.

It's joined by another in the trees --both closing inwith each step.

JOHN (O.S.)

Detective!

Angela looks back, sees John in the street.

JOHN:

How open is your mind?

(CONTINUED)

50.

CONTINUED:

She doesn't answer, continues walking. What she doesn't

see are the shadows seeping back into the fringes. But

John does. He starts walking toward her.

JOHN:

Do you believe in Heaven and Hell?

(off no answer)

How about what comes out of each?

Angela keeps walking. He catches up with her.

JOHN:

Hey!

ANGELA:

You mean like angels?

JOHN:

And demons.

Angela stares at him, continues walking. He keeps up.

JOHN:

See, you don't have the mindsetfor this kind of work.

They walk together down the lonely street.

ANGELA:

Look, I see terrible things everyday. A mother drowns her baby. A

ten-year-old shoots his father.

But it's not demons, it's the evilthat men do.

Behind them, a streetlight BLINKS OUT. Then another.

They're not looking back so they don't see it.

JOHN:

You're right, we're capable of

terrible things but we usuallyjustify it with motives like moneyand power and jealousy.

Another LIGHT FIZZES, blinks out.

JOHN:

Then sometimes, something comesalong and gives us just the rightnudge and we do truly evil thingsjust for the kick of it.

(CONTINUED)

51.

CONTINUED:

ANGELA:

I don't believe in demons.

JOHN:

You should. They believe in us.

They pass another streetlamp as it goes bright, thenblacks out. Both look up.

The next LAMP FLARES then FIZZES OUT.

Angela turns and sees that there are no lights behindthem. She looks to John. But he's staring straightahead. Because now the light in front of them is FLARINGBRIGHT.

JOHN:

We should go...

Second later it BLINKS OFF. John grabs her hand --

JOHN:

Fast.

Angela's confusion turns to tension as a raspy gutturalWIND races toward them.

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