My name is John Constantine. And I'm an exorcist. In my line of work, there are days you just need to forget. But some you never will.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
Before you checked yourself in here three months ago, you were working as an exorcist, demonologist and master of the dark arts.
It says master, does it? I should really change that to petty dabbler. I hate to put on airs.
No, no, nobody can survive what I saw.
Excellent. If you're not confused, you're not paying attention. Now, time for your famous rack of lamb. Nobody should fight demons on an empty stomach.
I'm trusting you with my life here. The least you can do is to share one small personal detail.
My mom died giving birth to me.
Or one big detail.
My dad said it was my fault. He had a nickname for me, I heard it every night. Hey there "Killer". And after a night at the pub, which was every night, he'd punch my head and say "That's for what you did to your mother, Killer."
What brings you back to the streets, John?
A young lady, of course. I was asked to protect her by an old friend.
Dead friend, more likely.
Well, he did have to possess a body but he got my attention.
It's you. You're you.
That observation always ends in the same way and it's never in my favor.
The honeymoon suite?
I always get the honeymoon suite. There's lots of extra space. There's a good energy to it.
What is that? Loneliness. Pain. Desperation. These things motivate you. What kind of person is motivated by these things? So much guilt, John Constantine.
The truth is, I work best alone.
Me, too.
I always put myself first.
That's the only way I've survived.
Everyone who puts their trust in me dies.
Okay, you got me.
I suppose it could be liberating to take a leap of faith, to shrug off the burden of proof for the promise of hope. It takes trust to turn darkness to light. And those who trust risk putting their faith in the wrong hands. For there are those who pray for you... and those who prey on you. And no matter how careful you are, sometimes you just can't tell the difference.
You Zed? John said you might show up. Kind of hoped you wouldn't.
I gather that, seeing how he didn't actually give me an address.
How'd you find us?
[shows her drawing] Not a lot of mill houses in Atlanta.
John did say you are persistent.
She's a regular psychic smorgasbord, this one. Picks up impressions from tactile stimuli. Which I'm guessing is kind of a buzzkill in the sack.
Just one thing I never understood is why he even wants our souls.
The Devil used to be an angel. That's why he's called "The First of the Fallen". You ask a holy type and they'll tell you the soul is the purest expression of God's love, the spark of creation. Every time the First takes a soul, he's exacting revenge, paying back the Almighty for casting him out.
What are you doing?
I'm breaking into the mansion.
Isn't that illegal?
Almost everything I do is, love. C'mon!
That recording in your hands gives you more power than I'm comfortable with, mate.
Name it and claim it.
Come again?
It's the basic building block of televangelism. There are promises out there waiting for us, if we only had our courage to name them and claim them.
That's exactly the kind of backward-thinking I'd expect from a cheating, drug-dealing, voodoo priest like– [gets knocked out by Midnite's henchmen]
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