Constantine (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 5 - Danse Vaudou - full transcript

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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.

(grunts)
Watch where you're going.

(scoffs)

That's a choice.

Do you think I'm pretty?



No. I think you're crazy.

(screaming)

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?

(gunshot)

This is weird.

WOMAN:
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.

CONSTANTINE:
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.

(clapping)

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?

(laughs)

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?

(chuckles)
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.

MAN:
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.

(elevator bell dings)

Whoa.
(chuckles)

That zoetrope
still working on you, eh?

It's not bad.

I'm in the woods.

Just remember what you see, now.

(echoing):
No detail's unimportant.

(horn blaring)

(short shriek)

Hey.

Hey, hey, you all right?

Uh-huh. There was a...

big tree with scars.

(elevator bell dings)

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.

(light thump)

Just a branch.

So, uh, anyone

waiting for you there, Philip?

In the city?

No, sir.

You sure?

No one's waiting on you?

(gasps)

(tires screech)

(grunting)

(gurgling)

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...

(gasps)
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.

It's not a blind corner, and
the road's in good condition.

(tires screech)

Well, Jim Corrigan.

You'll want to hear this.

You're under arrest.

What the bloody hell for?

Anyone who calls

the police about an accident
before it happens

isn't a psychic...
he's a murderer.

Ah.
(chuckles)

You two, divide
and conquer. Zed, dig

into the bail fund.
Chas, patrol downtown. Keep our

not-so-friendly ghost
from killing again.

You got it.

You three are some act.

Yeah. Well, it's no act,
super cop.

See, the police, they're looking for a
living killer in that alleyway stabbing,

and they're not
gonna find it.

Uh-huh.

Based on what I saw
in the alleyway

and out here on this road,
you got two perps

on the loose, and they're
very possibly dead. Or undead.

Can't believe
I gave you the time of day.

Out here you're looking for a
dead hitchhiker, name of Philip.

He's causing accidents.
Three of them so far.

And that stabbing,

I'll bet it wasn't
the only death by scissors.

Instead of looking at lineups,

you need to be looking
at obituaries.

Get in the car, con man.

Just check your bloody reports.

You'll see I'm right.

Sir.

You need to get
out of there!

Watch out!

Do you think I'm pretty?

Yeah, you're pretty.

How 'bout now?

Am I pretty now?

Am I pretty now?!

Yes. You're pretty.

Then why don't I make you pretty
like me?

(grunting, shouting)

(screeches)

(shouting)

(panting)

(door opens)

(door shuts)

What did I shoot?

In that alley?

I was right, wasn't I?

You ID'd the killer,
and it was a-a dead woman.

What... did I shoot?

A ghost.

You're struggling, Jimbo.

Catholic, right?

There's a Heaven and
a Hell and they keep

themselves to themselves.

Well, now you know better.

No. I don't know anything

right now.

I certainly don't know
who to arrest.

Well, you know
who not to arrest.

Don't push your luck.

I checked with the
M.E.'s office. We've had

two dead...

You mind?

We've had two dead bodies

in the past month with wounds
consistent with a pair

of shears as the murder weapon.

And suddenly three murders is
the work of one killer, right?

Misaki Ross.

Ooh.

Wouldn't kick her out of bed.

She was a model.

Until she had her face slashed
ear to ear by another model.

Here's a picture of Misaki
the day she came out

of the hospital.

Lost her moneymaker.

CORRIGAN: And her life.
Took a bottle of pills

in her French Quarter apartment.

The other model,

Tammy Fraser, she was
indicted for felony assault.

It was all over until...

Until Misaki started killing.

This bird, Tammy Fraser,
she still in prison?

Out in four. Good behavior.

We need to talk to her. And, uh,

what about our hitchhiker?

First person to die on the road
was Philip Carlberg.

Age 19.

Hitched a ride and was
killed, car versus tree.

He leave behind

any family?
Grandmother.

We'll need to talk to her
as well.

What good is talking gonna do?

Look, mate, I am fishing.

I admit it.
But...

what I want to know is why now.

You see, Misaki

died five years ago.
Philip, three.

They were resting in peace
until...

Whatever happened to wake 'em.

Congratulations.

You're part of the act now
as well.

How do you live with it?

The knowledge that all this
could be...

real?

How?

It marks you.

For life.

But it doesn't change
who you are.

Check his pulse.

I got nothing.

(inhales deeply)

(panting)

Sir,

are you okay?

I-I think I just... hit my head.

I'll be fine.

(moans) You don't happen
to have a spare shirt

in that ambulance.

TAMMY:
We were models together.

We walked the same runways.

We dated the same photographers.

And then one day...

Misaki just blew up, and...

her walk shut down every show

at Fashion Week. And...

I don't know. I just... snapped.

I understand now that I didn't
have any coping mechanisms.

I have a mental illness.

CONSTANTINE:
Oh, um,

they haven't sent me
all the files yet.

I'm... just trying to get
ahead of myself, you know?

Meeting my new parolees.

I got out six months ago.

I work half the week in a rehab
clinic and half the week here.

Sounds like you're hell-bent
on a path to redemption, luv.

(sighs) I can never get rid
of the guilt for what I did.

Every time I help
someone, I ask

Misaki's spirit for forgiveness.

(bell tinkles)

ZED:
I know this is painful,

but can you please tell me

why your grandson
was hitchhiking that night?

Philip flunked
out of high school.

I had talked the junior
college into accepting him.

And every day he'd
pack up his backpack.

I thought he was
going to class,

but he was out
smoking weed,

playing video games
with his buddies.

It must have been rough
for you.

When I found out, I just...

I just had it.
I-I kicked him out.

Tough love, you know?

I thought if I would
cut off his support,

it would scare him straight.

It scared him away?

He hitched a ride into
the city that night.

Police said that the driver
lost control of the car,

and Philip...

he died.

CONSTANTINE:
A lot of my clients

are, uh... haunted

by the people they've
hurt with their crimes.

What about you?

You mean am I haunted
by Misaki?

I don't know. Are you?

It's, um...

it's funny you'd ask that.

MRS. CARLBERG:
What kind of magazine story

did you say you
were writing?

About how, um, people survive
the loss of a child.

And how they find the
strength to move on. (scoffs)

I didn't have any strength.

I was gonna end it all.

But then I talked to him.

You talked to Philip?

TAMMY:
I went to see someone.

A man.

And he said that he could

help me contact
Misaki's spirit

to ask for her forgiveness.

Right. Like a... medium?

MRS. CARLBERG:
He can call to the spirits

in heaven,
so you can ask 'em questions.

Who's this man?

TAMMY:
He calls himself

Papa Midnite.

CONSTANTINE:
Papa Midnite.

That's what she said?

He tried to kill you back
in Chicago.

No, I can handle Midnite, luv.
You handle

Dead Man's Road, okay?
Put up a flare.

Don't let anybody crash
into that tree.

Are you gonna be okay?

Of course.

Voodoo's nothing but a magical
excuse for a party, isn't it?

(drumming, chanting)

Attention!

Why do you wish to speak
to your husband?

Clarke had cancer.

He died at home in our bed,

and I wasn't there.
I didn't...

I didn't get a chance
to say good-bye.

I-I w...

Papa Legba...

(Speaking Creole)

(responding in Creole)

(Speaking Creole)

(others gasping, murmuring)

Maddy.

Maddy, are you there?

I'm here!

Clarke, I'm here.

What's happening?
I can't see you.

I'm so sorry.

It shouldn't have ended
like this.

I should have been there.

I just wanted to
hold your hand...

PAPA MIDNITE:
Maddy.

I miss you so much.

Oh.

I miss you, baby.

CONSTANTINE: Papa Midnite.
Hell of a party, mate.

(people groan)

Sorry I came empty-handed.

It's kind of hard
to find a dessert

that pairs with pig's blood.

Oh, Constantine!

Who are you?

I'm the man
that's gonna keep your husband

where he belongs, luv.

You can thank me later.

You would trespass here?

Now?

While I'm helping people?

Wow, is that
what you call it?

Resurrecting the dead's
bad form, Midnite.

Not a resurrection spell.

Well, then, your magic's
out of control.

You think you're talking
to the dead?

You're raising them.

Flesh and bone.

Sending them on a killing spree.

What's he talking
about, Papa?

He's a liar and a parasite.

And he recently cost me

a very valuable piece
of music history.

If you didn't owe me
for that acetate,

you'd be a corpse yourself.

I'm sure.
You think

you can run your game on me?

(coughing, crowd chatter)

You just

talk to one of your clients,
all right, just one of them,

and you'll be back here

begging me for just...

(mumbles)

(crowd chatter)

Get in there.

Keep it going.

(brakes squeak)

Detective Corrigan,

what are you doing here?

Probably the same thing you are.

Off duty?

My sergeant banned me from
the streets near the stabbings.

Said I needed some rest.

She's probably right.

You know, I thought
I'd seen it all, but

you and your partner have me
more than a little freaked out.

It's a bigger world
than we ever dreamed, Detective.

Call me Jim.
So, what's your plan here?

Trying to keep people
off the road, Jim.

In case he comes back.

(insects trilling)

I have a better idea.

Instead of stopping other people
from picking him up...

why don't we pick him up?

(bird calling)

PAPA MIDNITE: I wasn't just going
to let him walk away, dear sister.

Not after he cost me
the bluesman's hell song.

The English dog doesn't know
when he's whipped.

He had the gall
to disrespect me.

But, Cedella...

in the underworld
you can see all.

I have to know,

is Constantine
telling the truth?

(indistinct female whispering)

(reggae music playing)

Keep it running.
Yes, sir.

(loud thumping)

Sleeping Beauty's
waking up, huh?

(thumping)

CONSTANTINE:
If nothing else, mate,

then just turn down
that bloody reggae, will you?

(sighs, muffled sound
of music on radio)

(sighs)

MADDY: Papa, I just don't
know how to thank you.

I mean, I always know
your ritual was gonna work

and allow me
to speak to Clarke.

I just didn't know it was
gonna bring my baby back to me.

This was not the miracle

I intended.

(coughs)

It won't end well, Madeline.

(coughing)

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

She'll be fine.
She'll be fine, Papa.

(coughing continues)

I'm taking care of her now.

(chuckles)

Pop the trunk.
I need to question him.

Have at it, mate.

Ask me anything you like.

The driver's in the boot.

He's taking a bit of a kip,
in case you're wondering.

Was I right?

Did you drag that
poor woman's

husband back from the grave?

He's killing her, draining
her energy. I could feel it.

Oh, marriage can be hell, eh?

There's something wrong
with my magic.

Another force is working
against me.

It's the rising darkness.

I'm surprised it's taken you
this long to notice.

It's causing havoc everywhere.

We have to stop this.

We have to put these spirits

back down.
Right.

So, it's, uh, "we" now, is it?

I could help you
for sure, but, uh...

but I'm going to need
something from you.

Your debt is erased.

Ta for that.

And, uh, I have a question
for your sister.

Only if we're successful.

Good enough.

(engine starting)

You've been driving
for a while.

Want to let me take a turn?

Why?

Are you tired of looking?

Is this your first stakeout,
Detective?

First time staking out a ghost.

Mine, too.
I thought

you people were experts.

That would be Constantine.

Afraid it's all new to me.

Huh. Couldn't tell. That whole

psychic thing... that...

that threw me.

I don't blame you.

I sure wouldn't want anyone
reaching into my mind.

Of course not.

Considering what
you're running from.

What are you talking about?

Finally figured out why
you're so familiar to me, Zed.

When did you change your name?

There he is.
Lucky he didn't stop.

- All right then.
- Here we go.

(brakes squeak)

Do you need a ride?

Yes.

Will you take me to the city?

Get in.

So, what's in the city?

I don't know.

I just know I need to get there.

It must be hard to leave home,
isn't it?

It was for me.

Why did you leave?

It was time.

Is that why you left, Philip?

(whoosh)

Where'd he go?

In front of you.

(engine revving)

What are you doing?
Watch it!

Stop!

(tires squealing)

(panting)

You know, there are
better ways we can do this.

I will perform
a ritual tonight

and ask the Loa
to rest these spirits.

You know that old song
about the hammer

- that thinks that everything is a nail?
- No.

You may be grand
poobah of voodoo, mate,

but that's one very specific,
very narrow modality.

And what do you know, jackass
of all trades, master of none?

What I know is, my people are
out there playing Whac-a-Mole

with the newly risen.

Misaki, Philip, Devereaux.

They need to be put down
at the source.

(sighs)

Age before beauty, mate.

Here lies Clarke Devereaux,

first of the three bodies
we're snatching today.

Your turn.

This is disrespectful.

(groans)

Those people came to you
for closure, mate,

and you took their money

without thought
of consequence.

Because of you,

they've got more blood
on their hands.

That's disrespectful. (groans)

And you're the one to lecture me
on guilt and responsibility?

(yells)

(grunting)

(coughing)

Are you sure only
three bodies have risen?

Only three I know of, mate.

What is this spell?

Relictum spiritum
expurgationis.

We bless each corpse, bring
them back to your ritual place

and burn them.

Should release their
ghosts from this plane.

I don't like it.

It's sloppy.

You're like a child
with your father's spell book.

The only magic
my old man ever did

was making a pint disappear.

Now, talking of dead weight,
give us a hand, will you?

(sighs)

He disappeared.
The car went right through him.

Each one
of these ghosts is operating

by their own set of rules.

They must have
something in common

other than Papa Midnite.

What did the hitchhiker's
grandmother say to you?

She feels responsible
for Philip's death.

Yeah, Tammy's the same.

She's riddled with guilt.

That bird did her time,
but she's still in prison.

I'm gonna try to pick him up
again, John.

I think I can get him to stay.

Good. Keep him off the road.

I'm combining spells
with Papa Midnite

to put these spirits
down for good.

Constantine, it's time.

Got to go, luv.

Hear us, gods,

this spell
is of our own creation.

We bow to you, united.

Well, if it's come
to that, mate,

these are dark days indeed.

Hi, Philip.

Do you need a ride?

Yes.

Will you take me to the city?

Hop in.

I met your grandmother.

I know she wanted you to
be something you weren't.

And when she kicked you out, she
did it because she loved you.

And you just wanted

to get away.

You didn't know how
to talk to each other.

Could you, um...
could you pull over?

Relictum spiritum

expurgationis.

(Speaking Creole)

(speaks Creole)

I call to you, Loa!

Work through me!

Aah!

Bodies are barely
bloody singed.

PAPA MIDNITE:
This is your fault.

Salting and burning the bodies

does no good without
the cooperation of the Loa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa... my part of
the spell went perfect, mate.

You're the one that was
jilted by your big bad

- bloody voodoo gods.
- It's your lack

of respect
that keeps them away.

The Danse Vaudou
is about letting go

of your ego and allowing
a more powerful

force to enter you.

Yeah, well, I'm
an exorcist, mate.

I spent half my life
kicking demons out.

Why would I want
to invite one in?

You are a magpie of magic.

A thief of tradition.

You steal from other people's
cultures and beliefs

to suit your own purposes.

Oh, yeah?

Well, whatever works, eh?

It worked wonders
on that little girl

you sent to hell.

Well, at least it wasn't
my own bloody sister.

I need to do this alone.

I'm the one with the power
to raise the dead.

(grunts)

Bollocks!
It wasn't even you.

If it wasn't
for those women

bringing their pain
into your house,

they'd be...

Oh, Johnny boy,

Johnny, boy, you are such
a... Give me the phone.

I know what went wrong.
Just give me the bloody phone.

Hey, kid, get out of here.

(gasps, shrieks)

Do you think I'm pretty?

I don't know, uh...
Do you think I'm pretty?

Do you... What do you mean?

I wonder, d-do you
think you're pretty?

Do you think I'm pretty?

Uh, do you think
it's gonna rain?

Do you think I'm pretty?

Can you believe
it's taken me this long

to start asking you
questions?

Guess this is
the right place.

Here's everyone
you asked for.

(coughs)

Filled them in on the way.

Nice one, Corrigan.

What's going on, Papa?

We tried a spell
to put your ghosts down,

but, unfortunately,

it didn't work.

You see,

Midnite didn't
raise those spirits.

Not really.

You three did.

How?

All three of you...

you keep the dead alive

because you can't
forgive yourselves.

Guilt is a very powerful
emotion.

There's a lot of energy
in that pain.

No. I won't lose Clarke again.

I can't.

PAPA MIDNITE:
Madeline.

Look at me.

It was Clarke's time to go.

You understand?

(crying)

It's not your time.

Papa.

(coughs)

Okay.

Do it.

We have her consent.

All right, then.
Let's do this.

Great Loa, we have

offered you something
deeper than blood.

Please accept...

(yelling)

(choking)

I see them, Zed.

Maddy?

(flames whooshing)

(loud, guttural gasping)

PHILIP:
It was right in front of me.

The lights of the city.

Good. You're almost there.

(whoosh)

(whoosh)

(whoosh)

(whoosh)

(crickets chirping)

(car door closing)

(insects chirping and trilling)

Thank you for helping us...

even if we sounded crazy.

I'm the one who's crazy.

Running after a ghost
with a gun.

(laughs)

Won't make that mistake again.

A year or so back,
I worked missing persons.

Terrible gig.

But I was good at it,
good at faces.

Hard to forget a face
like yours.

(gasps)

You were reported missing
by your... family.

You were never found, but

you were spotted once
on a security camera,

shoplifting
at a gas station mart.

It was an apple...

and a stale cheese sandwich.

It was delicious.

That, um,

missing persons file...

does it still exist?

Not anymore.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(whooshing)

(guttural gurgling)

(guttural gurgling)

You Okay?

You Okay?

Yeah.
Yeah?

I'm fine.

Our truce is over

at the bottom of that glass,
so sip cautiously.

Mm.

A rich man's Scotch.

It always comes
with an aftertaste.

The sour taste is in
your mouth, street wizard,

because the old gods
don't honor you.

Your magic isn't strong
enough to raise the dead.

Oh, the dead are better
left buried, mate.

Is that so?
Mm-hmm.

Even if I offered you a chance
to talk to your mother?

Huh.

That's not what
you owe me, is it?

I'd like you to get on your
hotline to hell, find out about

this rising darkness.

The rule book's been thrown out.

I want to know what
I'm dealing with.

Sister...

(indistinct female whispering)

Thank you, Cedella.

Well?

All your efforts are in vain.

The darkness is coming,

heralded by someone
close to you,

someone who will betray you.