Constantine

Dangerous? Girl, please. I'll tell you

what's dangerous... leaving this project till the last minute,

losing my scholarship,

and never working for Chanel.

Oof.

Girl, I got New Orleans' finest right here.

Watch where you're going.

That's a choice.

Do you think I'm pretty?

No. I think you're crazy.

Stop... hands up! Now!

Hold it.

Drop the weapon!

What?

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh.

Nothing's coming to me.

Well, then, try again.

I've been trying for two hours

and all I've gotten is a migraine.

What if my powers are slipping?

A migraine's good. Pain's good.

It's how you build muscles.

Just find something that just guts you and do it over and over again.

That's how Chas learned how to cook, isn't it, Chas?

I've got the burn marks to prove it... well, metaphorically.

What is that thing, anyway?

A zoetrope. Belonged to Queen Victoria.

Her court magician used to use it on his séance guests

to induce a hypnotic state.

- Does it work? - Uh, the wheel was stuck, but...

Ah. Result.

Gather round, it's story time.

Zed?

Zed?

Are you in there?

This is weird.

Nicely done, Jimmy.

If he comes at you again

when he's drunk, what do you say?

Slow and smooth.

Smooth is fast.

And squeeze.

What was it? What did you see?

I was...

out in a field, and...

there was a woman teaching a boy how to shoot a gun.

Hang on.

Incoming.

Back in business.

I was worried Old Faithful had dried up on us.

Are you talking about the map?

Maybe. But no matter.

Seems we've opened a psychic connection between you

and the map, which is what I wanted.

So, Chas, where we headed?

New Orleans, Louisiana.

According to the police report,

this is the spot. A woman in a surgical mask

stabbed a person to death with

fabric shears yesterday. Then she vanished.

Spirit of darkness between matter

and time, cast thy shadow before me,

reveal forces past.

Blue.

Means there was a spirit here recently.

Our killer is nonhuman.

Or ex-human, anyway.

Green means it's in the vicinity.

What about red?

We wouldn't still be standing here

if this thing was glowing red, luv.

News said the cop on the scene

fired to subdue the suspect,

but he missed.

Well, if he missed, the bullets would've hit someone or

something, but these walls, they seem pretty smooth to me.

Very good.

Uh, think I got a couple of junior detective badges

back at the station.

Jim Corrigan.

NOLA PD, Homicide.

And you are?

- Here to help you, Jimmy boy. - Jimmy?

John Constantine.

This is Chas and Zed.

We're investigating the occult phenomenon that

happened here last night.

Whoa.

Occult investigators?

Con men don't normally introduce themselves as con men, that's...

Well, that's novel.

"Slow is smooth, smooth is fast."

And squeeze.

Where'd you hear that?

Was that your mother teaching you to shoot?

What?

Don't mind her, she's, uh,

psychic. So, this stabbing...

is it your case?

I was on the scene when it happened.

Fired a full clip into that killer, but she

just kept going. Now I'm out of the field.

They think I'm crazy.

Am I?

You're not crazy, Corrigan.

Just up against a different shade of evil

than the usual New Orleans street crime. That's, uh,

our department.

Be nice to have an ally in blue.

"Master of the dark arts."

Wow.

We'll, uh, have a little kip

and then we'll hit it fresh in the morning.

Where's Chas staying?

He prefers chain hotels.

He's racking up the points.

Thanks. I'll be right back with both the keys to your rooms.

Thank you.

Two rooms?

Oh, I'm flattered, luv, but

we really ought to keep this professional, yeah?

Yeah.

Does that mean you do respect me?

I respect everyone I sleep with.

But I usually like to get to know something about them first,

if you know what I mean.

Hmm. If you want to know something about me, just ask.

Where do you come from? Why are you running?

And how bad was it that risking your life on the daily with me

seems like a pleasant alternative?

Can I offer you

complimentary champagne in your rooms?

No, thank you.

I don't like champagne.

Now you know something about me.

Where you headed, son?

The city.

Will you take me?

All right.

What's your name?

Philip.

Are you cold?

Yeah. Cold.

Maybe we could get you warmed up some.

Whoa.

That zoetrope still working on you, eh?

It's not bad.

I'm in the woods.

Just remember what you see, now.

No detail's unimportant.

Hey.

Hey, hey, you all right?

- Uh, yeah. - You okay?

Uh-huh. There was a...

big tree with scars.

You didn't happen to see a woman in a

surgical mask behind the wheel, did you?

No.

You must be picking up a second signal.

Well, why have one case when you can have

two with twice the trouble, eh?

Where's that copper's card?

I've an accident to report.

You nervous?

I just want to get out of here.

Will you take me to the city?

Yeah, I'll take you to the city.

Just a branch.

So, uh, anyone

waiting for you there, Philip?

In the city?

No, sir.

You sure?

No one's waiting on you?

You said you would get me to the city.

Help me.

Help me.

Police scanner said it should be

right about...

here.

Well, you might want to keep the car running, mate.

What are you gonna use?

The Interpol bit? Paranormal division?

I thought I'd just wipe his mind.

I got this one.

- Step back, ma'am. - My sister.

She was supposed to be home by now, and she's not answering

her phone. And then I heard there was a crash and...

- Oh, my God. That's her car. - Ma'am,

it's okay. There was no woman in the car. It was a man.

Are you sure?

You see, I told you, luv. She probably just forgot

to charge her cell phone.

That poor man. What happened to him?

It's hard to say. EMTs pulled the driver out of the wreck

and kept asking about a hitchhiker. "Where's Philip?"

There was no one around. Driver died in the ambo.

Third time in two weeks I've had to babysit an accident

- around this tree. - Well, that's strange.