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