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Previously on "constantine.."

My name is John constantine.

"Exorcist, demonologist

and master of the dark arts?“

There's a darkness rising, John.

People can sense
what's on the way.

It's happening everywhere.

If you figure
out what we're up against

I will use that knowledge
to save lives.

- What about my life, eh?
- 'You damned a girl to hell.'

and along with her, your soul.
At least for a moment, anyway.

Are you suggesting that
it's not too late

for me to save my soul?

That mean
you're going to help us?

I walk my path alone.

Because, let's be honest

who would be crazy enough
to walk it with me?

Bad day?

Lannis?

Three more on my shift
threatened to quit today.

Candy asses.

They still hearing the sounds?

'Don't you start in, too.'

they put me in charge
of a bunch of Johnny newcomes

barely old enough to shave.

There's nothing down
in that mine for 'em to hear.

Why don't you go on
and get yourself cleaned up.

I'll have your dinner ready
when you get out.

I'm hungry now.

It's not ready.

'What the hell?'

- 'Uh, working on your skills?'
- Just one. Patience.

Where the bloody hell
have you been?

I had to wait
till the daily double.

It was your only pick
that paid off.

Capnomancy isn't an exact magic.

Divining the future through
the movements of rising smoke

it's a tricky business.

I would think
you'd be an expert.

Saddle up.

We're heading to Pennsylvania.

'Now, look at the map.'

'One of the drops is wet. Mmm.'

our destination
is the tiny town of heddwich.

According to local papers,
a mining boss

was just flash-fried
in his shower.

Well, you're on your own.

Pennsylvania?

The succubus on a freight train?

That warrant still stands?

Funny what a long memory
the law has

when it comes to train
derailments.

Who are you?

You're really starting
to piss me off.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh. Well, the apologies
are all mine, luv.

Let's, uh, get you sorted, yeah?

If there's one thing
I know my way around

it's rubbish.

It's... you. You're you.

That observation always ends

in the same way,
and it's never in my favor.

I dream about you.

I... was starting to believe
you weren't real.

'Who are you?'

Some kind of carnival
quick-draw artist, are we?

Perched and peeking in a window.

Scratch out the visage
of some poor lonely sod

and then bump into him as if
you're his long-lost lover.

Tongue in his ear,
hand in his pocket, I bet.

It's a nice play, luv, but
I think I'll sit this one out.

No. It's the dirty blond hair.
The curled lip.

- The bad posture.
- I have excellent posture.

- I've seen it all.
- Well, not well, apparently.

There.

Eyes are much darker
than this one.

No. I don't know who you are.

Please.

Okay.

You want answers.

One artist to another.

In light..

'...i always find mine.'

"John constantine."

Stout.

That kind of irony
is hard to ignore, isn't it?

The town's symbol
being a dragon and..

This sorry soul being
burned alive.

So what's your take
on what happened?

Fire through the pipes?
It's rare.

But it happens in mining towns.

Well, maybe if there's fracking.

But isn't this the land
of hard rock mining?

What do you know about it?

Grew up in liverpool, mate.

Breathed in more coal dust
than fresh air as a lad.

Lannis!

Hean

must've been a good bloke.

Lannis was a bastard.

But they closed the mine
for the day.

Fellas around here
don't need an invitation

to get a skinful.

'Another pitcher, Charlie.'

have you considered actual
dragons as the guilty party?

There's no natural explanation
of what happened

to poor lannis, is there?

You got that right.

But it weren't no dragon

that took lannis and the others.

- The others?
- Nine others.

All in the last year.

They died like this bloke?

Mining accidents.

'Some of the boys are saying
we dug a little too deep.'

we knocked on the door of hell

and now hell is knocking back.

- Someone heard knocking?
- Yeah.

Down in that godforsaken tunnel.

'Whoa!'

'Find what you're looking for?'

As a matter of fact, no.

My name's John constantine.
Philly enquirer.

I didn't notice you out front
with all the others.

I've been hiding back here.

My husband's death
hit me very hard.

You've got some, uh, coal there.

'On your arm.'

oh.

You can't escape it around here.

The soot. The grime.

Seeps into every pore and fiber.

Uh, this doesn't
really make sense, does it?

'And if you don't mind
me asking'

what do you think happened?

Does it really matter?
Lannis is gone.

Well, if you help me,
I might write a story

that celebrates his life.

Because our life
was just one big celebration.

Sorry.

You're sweet.

You know, I've heard rumors
that there's..

Something not natural
down in that mine.

'Your husband
ever talk about it?'

you want a story?

Yeah.

Okay. I have one for you.

It's about a romani girl.

She got letters from a man,
a rich man..

Who wanted to marry her.
Make her his queen.

Said he was the captain
of industry.

Failed to mention it was coal.

Now, will that story
sell papers?

We can talk at a later date.
It's fine.

Why?

I'm free now.

Uh..

Look, you're a lovely bird
and everything...

- Out.
- But I'm not being..

- Out!
- Alright, I'm going.

Alright. I'm leaving.

- Get out.
- I'm going.

- I want you gone.
- Alright, alright, I'm going.

There's no need
to cause a fuss, right?

Someone get him out.
I want him out.

Who is this?

He says he's a reporter.

- Yeah.
- Hey. Hey.

Hey! Nobody messes
with my people.

What is it you want here?

It's as the lady said,
I'm a reporter.

Check him.

Now, I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

- Oh.
- Who the hell are you?

I take it you're the boss
of the mine.

Yes. I'm the president
of the norpenn mining company.

You're upsetting the widow
of one of my respected men.

We both know that's not true.

Take it easy, thad.

He might be with environmental
protection.

This one? No chance.

Oh, in a way, your associate
there is not wrong.

You've got a not-so-natural
disaster down in that mine.

You know it and I know it.

What I can't figure out
is why it's come above ground

to kill one of your men.

You listen to me.

I don't know what sleazy tabloid

you write for, but I got
my hands filled here

with scared miners.

The biggest threat to them
are parasites like you spreading

panic and fear.

You heard it as well,
didn't you?

The knocking.

Go home.

Well, I'll give you this..

You are persistent.

The honeymoon suite?

I always get
the honeymoon suite.

Lots of extra space.

'There's a good energy to it.'

'You dropped this.'

There was 90 quid in there.

You must have dropped that, too.

You know, I described you
to the very nice young man

at the front desk, and he said

you're registered
under the name of, um, caligari.

Bud caligari.

But your ID
and the boarding pass

I found in the trash can

says your name
is John constantine.

The rubbish again?

You're a girl
after my own heart... zed.

How do you know my name?

Credit card receipt
from your trash.

So I did make an impression.

Well, call me balmy,
but I like to know

who's stalking me.

I'm not stalking you.

You know, you've just been
in my head for months.

And then, you know,
all of a sudden, you're here?

Don't you want to know why?

I don't seek answers
to questions

that needn't be asked.

Well, I do.

I don't know anything about you

but I feel like I should.

Running into each other today

that's destiny.

Well, if it's destiny that
you're after

then maybe you should take
that 90 quid

and put it on the lottery.

You mean something to me.

You know, and maybe

I mean something to you, too.

A reason to elevate my personal
security.

I have visions I can't control.

And sometimes, feelings.

Listen, zed..

I'm starting to like you.
A little bit.

But not enough to let you stay

so if you don't mind,
would you..

What is that?

Lonehness.

Pain.

Desperation.

These things motivate you.

What kind of person
is motivated by these things?

So much guilt, John constantine.

Clairsentient.

Or maybe just a good guesser.

Okay.

You want answers?

Let's see what you got.

Park it.

You'll do everything I say,
you understand?

- Yes.
- Close your eyes.

I want you to see an image
in your mind.

It's a total whiteout.

Absorbing all sound

except for the sound
of my voice.

Are you with me?

Good.

There's a white dove
lost in the snowstorm.

You need to save it.

Hold out your hand.
Open your senses.

And let the dove come to you..

Now.

Zed.

Zed!

Zed.zed.

You saw the fire.

Was that the man
in town who was burning?

What else did you see?

A tall cross.

Alright.

You did a cracking job.

Well, we're on to something,
you and me.

I'm just gonna take
a quick change

then we're gonna get to the
bottom of this, alright?

Good.

John?

John?

Constantine!

You'll make yourself known
if you know what's good for you.

Really?

- In a church?
- 'Sorry.'

don't apologize to me, mate.

Put your clothes on, will you?

- What's this business?
- Just a story.

You know, meant to be scary.

Tall man, no face.

Follows you home,
peeps in your window.

It's, it's not very original.

Alright, go on. Run home.

Alright.

Have you seen an English man?
Who wears a trench coat?

Stick you with a bar tab, too?

My advice, don't waste
yourself on that one.

I don't have a choice.

My son had that effect..

When he was alive.

Left behind clutches
of weepy girls

who swore he was the only one
to give their life meaning.

It's not like that.

It's like that,
but not the way you think.

I mean, it's just that...
He means something to me.

I don't know what.

Well, there was a time when

people came to me for answers.

But now our barkeep
hears more confessions

in one day than I used to hear
in a month of sundays.

- 'Here you go.'
- Thank you.

So, your son's the reason
you left your faith?

I left the church
when the mine swallowed him.

But I didn't leave my faith.

Can't say I had much
to begin with.

Faith is an unshakable
acceptance

with no room for doubt.

I'll never have that now.

Cursed mine has seen to that.

Hello, luv.
Is it mornin' already?

You leave when I want you

'and you're here when I don't.'

I'll make it easy for you.

Get out! Get up!

- Oh, don't be that way, luv.
- I don't want you!

I had to verify that
which you provided.

A strict security protocol
is, in fact

required in my business.

I still don't know what you do.

What I am, as you have so..

Conventionally portrayed

an exorcist, demonologist

and occasional dabbler
in the dark arts.

Now, the question is..

Who are you?

- I'm zed.
- Right.

Zed Martin.

I found your three-month lease.

So, what's a chica bonita
in her mid-205

doing slumming it in a one-horse
Welsh mining town

in the middle of Pennsylvania?

I travel a lot.

Right.

Well, there's only two types
of people who travel a lot.

Those in the circus and..

Those on the run, and curiously

I'm not seeing any funny wigs
or face paint.

I know what I'm running from.
Do you?

You came to me, not the other
way around.

You step into my world

you'll be staring down demons,
devils and the like.

Those things in your paintings
they're real.

Yeah.

It won't be bad memories

nipping at your heels

but the scourge of hell
gunning for your soul.

And when the bell rings

then you'd best be ready,
willing and able

to answer with something
far more deadly

than a charcoal pencil.

Now, if you can handle that,
then we can talk business.

If not, then we go
our separate ways

and I never see your
pretty little face again.

I ain't going nowhere.

Is that what I think it is?

'A mine collapse.'

Hey. Hey, what happened here?

It all came down
right on top of us.

Before it happened, knocking.

Did you hear knocking?

Yeah. It's in there.

Alright. Thanks, mate.

John!

If thad catches you here,
he's gonna make good...

Men are dying in your mine.

Five years ago,
heddwich was dead.

'Norpenn saved this town.'

they-they, they said the mine

was tapped out,
but we gave it new life.

Because you're a rogue
operation, digging unauthorized

tunnels into regions
of the earth

where mortal man
has no rightful place.

It's true, isn't it?

What the miners are saying?

They hear sounds?

And they'll keep on hearing them

and people will keep dying

until you shut down that mine.

What is that? What the hell?

We need something to break
the windows now.

Check under the seat.
What the hell?

Damn it!

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah.
I had it under control.

You almost drowned in mud.

No, I was, uh..

Thinking up a spell in my head.

Go check on the driver.

Don't torture yourself
over it, luv.

There was nothing we could
do for the blighter

and the last thing we want
to do is stick around

and get drawn into a police
investigation.

I don't understand.
What was in the car?

That's the price of doing
business with yours truly.

I tried to warn you.

I know. I'm still here.

Piss off.
There's nothing to look at.

What's going on?

Back home, our miners

called 'em "coblynau"

but you see 'em
in every culture.

They're the spirits
of dead miners.

They knock on walls
to warn of danger.

So, these coblynau..
They're protecting the miners?

They warn them of danger
instead of causing it?

That's right.

Traditional coblynau,
they never rise to the surface

and they certainly don't murder.

So, what's the explanation?

Could be the rising darkness.

Something's forcing evil
to the surface in waves.

It's changing the rules.

I'm sensing a little
of the human touch.

Like someone's... calling
these spirits on purpose.

Nothing says payback better
than death by demon.

If I'm right

then someone's conjuring
these bad boys from close by.

Like a miner.

I heard that they're all
gathering at the pub

for an emergency meeting.

Think we need to change, luv.
I'll meet you there.

'Alright, look, if you're
just gonna fly off the handle'

and turn this into
some kind of a spook show

then I have nothing to say
to you right now.

'Crazy rumors
aren't gonna help anyone..'

curious.

Skeptical drunks
nowhere to be seen.

You mean the ex-priest?

- Come again?
- Ellis.

He used to be a priest

before his, uh,
son died in the mines.

Which could be a good cause
for payback.

When I gave you the slip
yesterday

I found evidence of one of those
slurry things being raised

in an abandoned church
outside of town.

The church that Ellis turned
his back on.

So, he could be the one that's
conjuring the evil for revenge?

Come with me.
I'm taking you for a spin.

Excuse me, mate, um,
but, look, my lady

she's having
a bit of a turn, you know?

Do you mind if we commandeer
your seat right here?

Is that alright?
Oh, thanks a lot, mate. Thanks.

- Take a seat.
- I get it, okay?

This is his stool,
his spot, where he drinks

but I can't control my visions.

Well, you did yesterday.

Just remember what I told you.
Now close your eyes.

Lock out the world.

It's cold.

- What's that, luv?
- My feet.

Slowly, without losing
the vision, open your eyes.

Look at your feet.'

There's a river.

There's a waterfall.

Stay in the vision.

'Look for clues.'

there's a... tent

and an old chair in front of it.

Like a sofa chair.

Looks like a campground.

You two decide yet?

Charlie, is there a..

A campground on a river
hereabouts?

Rooster creek's the closest.

Rooster creek.

How can such a weak man
be capable

of so much destruction?

Well, people aren't all good

and they aren't all wicked.

Here, bristles up
to ward off evil.

- What are you gonna use?
- My wits.

Are you the pastor Ellis McGee
of the good Shepherd church

of St. asaph?

Not anymore.

- You know it.
- Of course I know it.

The breastplate of St. Patrick.

What the hell's going on here?

I'm here to end
your spiritual warfare.

'Your skills
to channel the divine'

'can also be used
to unleash evil.'

you think I'm behind
the killings in this town?

Your desecrated church
has all the power of evil

you need, mate.

You need faith to raise evil.

In case you haven't noticed here

I'm all tapped out.

You know, John,
maybe we should listen to him.

Fools. You got to get your
head out of the hogwash.

You can't even see the facts
right in front of you.

Like what?

'The men killed aboveground'

they're not miners...
They're the bosses in charge.

'Somebody's
finally making them pay.'

You might be right.

How many of the bosses are left?

Just one. Owner
of the company, thad bowman.

You have art supplies
in your car, right?

Yeah.

Spray paint's what we need.

Come on.

Coming, boy?

Yeah, I'm right here, dad.

Peterson said
he cleared the east shaft

but I also know that
little yellow-belly

was scared to go down there.

I want to see it for myself
before the men

start showing up again
at first light.

Listen, you really think
that this is a good idea

opening the mine after
what happened yesterday?

Men want to work, boy.

You got to respect that.

It looks clear to me.

Let's check the down shaft.

You really think
we should be doing this?

Don't you start, boy.

Nathan!

It is real.

Paint.

Protector of earth.

'Guardian of the soils
of foundation'

be welcome in this sacred space.

By the earth that is your body

and the wisdom of the ancients.

Hail and farewell.

What did we do?

I reminded it of what it is.

A protective spirit.

As I said, coblynau
are peaceful buggers at heart.

He's still breathing. He's okay.

This one's not so lucky.

So we're back
where we started from.

These handprints..

I've seen this before.

Where?

We need to make sure that
no one comes down here again.

Even take him home.

What are you gonna do?

There's only one thing
I can think of.

What's the priest doing here?

He needs to be here to see this.

You did good earlier.

If I failed to mention it.

Well, now I know
what line of work you do.

It's not for everyone, luv.

So, after this, you find
a nice, quiet new town?

Yeah.

Because I'm that kind of, uh..

Chica bonita.

We really don't want
to be standing here.

Sometimes appeals of faith
just need

a little time to be answered.

Care to do the honors?

For my son.

I need your car keys.

They're in the truck.
Where are you going?

To do the hard part, of course.

- We just blew up the mine.
- Oh, that we did.

And the coblynau will stay
at rest if they're left alone.

But someone
with a very powerful magic

summoned them to the surface
in the first place.

This isn't over.

The reporter, right?

Philly enquirer?

Can I come in?

I'm afraid I have guests.

I know who killed your husband.

In that case..

I think you should meet
my guests.

Well, aren't you going to
invite me in, then?

No need.

Now... you had news for me?

I'll give you one chance.

Send your pets away
and I'll spare you.

How did you know?

The coal Mark on your arm
when I first met you.

I saw one just like it
on a young lad

the coblynau
were trying to kill.

And then... I remembered
what you said.

You're romani.

There's nothing blacker
than gypsy magic.

When I left home,
I promised myself

I'd never use
my family's magic again.

'And then
it all came back to me'

'more powerfully
than ever before.'

the only reason
you could do what you did

is because there's
a darkness spreading everywhere

even to lonesome little
backwaters like heddwich.

It's infecting you.

No. You're wrong.

Send these poor sods back
to where they belong.

Kill him.

You forgot one thing
you stupid bat!

These are the spirits
of dead miners

and your husband,
that you murdered, was a miner!

Oh, restless spirit
of this house

I summon thee
to seek thy revenge!

Lannis? No!

Let go of me! No!

I'm the victim!

Moving in, are we?

You wish.

Well, I'm afraid I'm in no mood
for sparring tonight, darling.

Of course not. You almost died.

I just wanted to make sure
you're okay.

No, you didn't.

You just wanted to make sure
I didn't run out on you again.

- Was that the plan?
- Listen, zed.

There's no denying
that you provide

moderate value in the field.

- I saved your life.
- Well, that's open to debate.

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.

You see, John..

I've been waiting for you..

And you found me.

I don't know
what I've been waiting for

and you don't know
what you've found.

The question is, are we gonna
help each other out or not?

If you'll excuse me

I'm bloody knackered.

[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 there are those
who prey on you.

And no matter
how careful you are

sometimes you just can't
tell the difference.