Constantine: City of Demons (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
John and Chas arrive in Los Angeles while Rachel and Asa watch over Trish.
That's the same dream I had
before all the psychisms
came crawling out.
Someone's messing with my head.
Maybe it's early-onset dementia.
Ah, I should be so lucky.
Ladies and
gentlemen, as we prepare for landing,
please be certain your seat
belts are securely fastened.
No problem.
Beautiful, isn't it?
We're not on a sightseeing
tour, knob-head.
I don't know how I let you
talk me into taking you along.
It's my natural charm.
You can't resist it.
She's my kid, John.
I have to be part of this.
Besides, you need a driver.
I can drive myself.
Ha! Come off it. Five
minutes behind the wheel,
and you'll be wrapped
around a palm tree.
Good thing I can depend
on your nerves of steel.
Listen, we're messing with
deep, dark magic here, Chas.
Deeper than Newcastle?
Can't change the past, Chas.
No.
But you can change this.
Even if we can save Trish...
We will.
You will.
If there's one thing I've
learned over the years,
it's that there are no happy endings.
There never are.
There's always a price to pay.
No price is too high when
it comes to my little girl.
Tell me that after you've paid it, mate.
Yeah. You're gonna be a huge help.
Come on, knob-head, let's go
pay a visit to the bastard
who's got your girl.
You think it's a trap?
- John.
- What?
You think it's a trap?
Chas, it's always a bloody trap.
Are you sure we're the only
ones who can see that...
whatever it is?
The Shield of Ermed will
protect Trish's body,
anchor it here while John
searches out her soul.
Lost souls, mystic shields, demons.
This is...
Oh, this is crazy.
You people go about your lives
like sleepwalkers.
You have no idea what's out there.
The darkness that's hovering on
the periphery of your vision.
I know more than you think.
The darkness you talk about.
It nearly destroyed my husband.
He was with John in Newcastle.
- So you know the story?
- Just scraps of it.
Johnny boy likes to brag
about his exploits.
But not that one.
It was years before
Chas finally told me.
- Tell me.
- About Newcastle?
No.
I can't. I just...
It wasn't a request.
They were inseparable,
John and Chas,
from the time they were kids
growing up in Liverpool.
Looked after each other.
God knows their families couldn't.
Opposites, you know?
Chas was attracted
to John's unpredictability.
And John, he was drawn
to Chas's soft heart.
I think it was the music more
than anything that bonded them.
They were obsessed.
Had to learn to play.
Had to form a band.
They spent years performing in shitholes
for a percentage of the door.
They always thought they were a
day away from fame and fortune.
Maybe it would've worked out
if they hadn't ended up in Newcastle.
The Casanova Club was run by a
twisted bastard named Alex Logue.
Fancied himself a sorcerer.
Had what he called "magical
convocations" in the rooms
under the club.
Don't ask me what that means.
I don't wanna know.
before all the psychisms
came crawling out.
Someone's messing with my head.
Maybe it's early-onset dementia.
Ah, I should be so lucky.
Ladies and
gentlemen, as we prepare for landing,
please be certain your seat
belts are securely fastened.
No problem.
Beautiful, isn't it?
We're not on a sightseeing
tour, knob-head.
I don't know how I let you
talk me into taking you along.
It's my natural charm.
You can't resist it.
She's my kid, John.
I have to be part of this.
Besides, you need a driver.
I can drive myself.
Ha! Come off it. Five
minutes behind the wheel,
and you'll be wrapped
around a palm tree.
Good thing I can depend
on your nerves of steel.
Listen, we're messing with
deep, dark magic here, Chas.
Deeper than Newcastle?
Can't change the past, Chas.
No.
But you can change this.
Even if we can save Trish...
We will.
You will.
If there's one thing I've
learned over the years,
it's that there are no happy endings.
There never are.
There's always a price to pay.
No price is too high when
it comes to my little girl.
Tell me that after you've paid it, mate.
Yeah. You're gonna be a huge help.
Come on, knob-head, let's go
pay a visit to the bastard
who's got your girl.
You think it's a trap?
- John.
- What?
You think it's a trap?
Chas, it's always a bloody trap.
Are you sure we're the only
ones who can see that...
whatever it is?
The Shield of Ermed will
protect Trish's body,
anchor it here while John
searches out her soul.
Lost souls, mystic shields, demons.
This is...
Oh, this is crazy.
You people go about your lives
like sleepwalkers.
You have no idea what's out there.
The darkness that's hovering on
the periphery of your vision.
I know more than you think.
The darkness you talk about.
It nearly destroyed my husband.
He was with John in Newcastle.
- So you know the story?
- Just scraps of it.
Johnny boy likes to brag
about his exploits.
But not that one.
It was years before
Chas finally told me.
- Tell me.
- About Newcastle?
No.
I can't. I just...
It wasn't a request.
They were inseparable,
John and Chas,
from the time they were kids
growing up in Liverpool.
Looked after each other.
God knows their families couldn't.
Opposites, you know?
Chas was attracted
to John's unpredictability.
And John, he was drawn
to Chas's soft heart.
I think it was the music more
than anything that bonded them.
They were obsessed.
Had to learn to play.
Had to form a band.
They spent years performing in shitholes
for a percentage of the door.
They always thought they were a
day away from fame and fortune.
Maybe it would've worked out
if they hadn't ended up in Newcastle.
The Casanova Club was run by a
twisted bastard named Alex Logue.
Fancied himself a sorcerer.
Had what he called "magical
convocations" in the rooms
under the club.
Don't ask me what that means.
I don't wanna know.