Constantine

Manuel.

Manuel!

Manuel.

I think...

I think I found you one.

Look, I called you, right?

Soon as I couldn't pull it out myself, I called you, John.

It's okay, it's okay. We had to tie her down, okay?

It's okay.

This is Constantine.

John Constantine, asshole.

Sure.

What the hell?

I need a mirror.

Now. At least three feet high.

Move! Go, now!

This is Kramer.

Chas Kramer, asshole.

Asshole.

What? Oh, this is Kramer. Chas Kramer, asshole.

- Chas! - What?

- Move the car. - Why?

Move the damn car!

"Chas, move the car."

There, car's moved.

Lift it up over the bed.

Tie that end off. Hennessy, over the top.

Close your eyes. And whatever happens, don't look.

No!

Show yourself.

Smile pretty, you vain prick.

For your boss.

Pull it!

Ma? Ma?

Like I said, I found you something, didn't I, John? Didn't I?

What happened in there?

Going to a lot of meetings, I see.

Keeps the voices out so I can sleep.

I have to sleep, John.

I need some help, Father.

You do?

From me?

What kind of...

- Hey, listen, I... - That exorcism wasn't right.

Listen to the ether.

Anything unusual, you let me know.

Come on, you don't need its protection. It'll be like back in the day.

A few days.

Okay.

Okay. For you, John.

John, why would you do that if you know it's not my car?

- I told you to move it. - You did tell me to move it,

but if you'd said you were dropping a 300-pound mirror with a demon,

I would've moved it further, John.

- Take Alvarado. - Yeah, thank you. I know what to take.

You ever think if you told me more now that maybe I could help out?

- No? - Nope.

Nope?

Of course it's a nope.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been...

two weeks since my last confession.

I killed a man today.

Another one.

I didn't even see his face, I just...

pulled the trigger, and he went away.

Most cops go 20 years without firing their guns.

Why do I always know where these guys are?

Where to aim, when to fire.

I'm wondering, is there something wrong with me, Father?

Something damned?

God has a plan for you. He has a plan for us all.

You mustn't let your faith be overshadowed by guilt.

Yeah, I'm trying.

I'm trying real hard.

Isabel.

Isabel.

Things I've beaten.

Things most people never even heard of.

And now I'm gonna be done in by this.

Wouldn't be the first, John.

Come on, Les.

You saved me before, you can do it again, right?

This is aggressive.

Twenty years ago, you didn't wanna be here.

Now you don't wanna leave.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

John, you really need to prepare.

- Make arrangements. - No need.

I already know exactly where I'm going.

- Morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning. - Detective.

- No, no, no. - Angela, wait.

You don't need to see this, okay? No.

Give us the room, please.

Isabel.

She fell from the roof?

She jumped.

- No. - Look,

I know it's hard to accept. She was sick.

- Isabel wouldn't kill herself. - Angie.

- She wouldn't kill herself. - Detective.

- Period. - Detective.

Period!

Angie, there were security cameras.

- Hold the door. You going down? - Not if I can help it.

A new case?

The big score? The mother lode? The one you've been waiting for?

- Humor me. - Don't I always?

Oh, yeah, that's... Much obliged. Thank you.

How you feeling, John?

So, what's new?

Uh...

Bullet shavings from the assassination attempt on the pope,

holy-water ampoules from the River Jordan,

and, oh, you'll love this, screech beetle from Amityville.

Yeah, it's funny to you,

but to the fallen, that's like nails on a chalkboard.

What is it exactly with you and bugs?

I just like them.

Yeah. Who doesn't?

Yeah, easy there, hero.

- That's dragon's breath. - I thought you couldn't get it anymore.

Yeah, well, I...

know a guy who knows a guy.

So, what's the action?

I just pulled a soldier demon out of a little girl.

Looked like it was trying to come through.

Yeah, I know how it sounds.

No, we're finger puppets to them, John, not doorways.

They can work us, but they can't come through onto our plane.

Check the scrolls anyway. See if there's any precedent.

Sure thing, John. Uh...

Anything else?

Wouldn't happen to have anything for a, uh...

On the house.

All right, question.

How much longer do I have to be your slave, John?

You're not my slave, Chas.

You're my very appreciated apprentice.

Like Tonto or Robin.

Or that skinny fellow with the fat friend.

Right. So then why don't I apprentice something besides driving, then, John?

John? John.

I love our little talks, John.

May I take your coat, Mr. Constantine?

No, thanks, I'm not gonna be staying long.

- How about you, ma'am? - Oh, no, I'm not staying long either.

I really need to speak with him. It's very important.

First come, first served.

Oh. So you're rude no matter where you are.

- Father. - Hi.

- You have news. - Yes, I spoke with the bishop.

Yes.

I know what you want, son.

Still keeping your all-seeing eye on me, Gabriel?

I'm flattered.

Well, I could offer something

about how a shepherd leads even the most wayward of his flock,

but it might sound disingenuous.

She has to have a Catholic funeral, Father. She has to.

Angela, it's still considered a mortal sin.

She didn't commit suicide.

The bishop believes otherwise. You know the rules.

Oh, rules.

Father.

David.

This is Isabel.

God was the only one she ever believed loved her.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I've been seeing some unusual soul traffic lately.

You might consider giving me an extension.

I could do your side some good these days.

You still trying to buy your way into heaven?

What about the minions I've sent back?

- That alone should guarantee my entry. - How many times have I told you?

That's not the way this works.

Why, haven't I served him enough?

- What does he want from me? - Only the usual.

Self-sacrifice, belief.

- Oh, I believe, for Christ's sake. - No, no, you know.

And there's a difference. You've seen.

I never asked to see.

I was born with this curse.

A gift, John.

One that you've squandered on selfish endeavors.

I'm pulling demons out of little girls.

Who's that for?

Everything you've ever done, you've only ever done for yourself.

To earn your way back into his good graces.

Impossible rules, endless regulations,

who goes up, who goes down and why.

You don't even understand us.

You're the one who should go to hell, half-breed.

Why me, Gabriel?

It's personal, isn't it?

I didn't go to church enough, I didn't pray enough,

I was five bucks short in the collection plate. Why?

You are going to die young