cult.
Sounds like a theory, detective.
Good luck.
I thought with your background,
you could at least...
...point me in the right direction.
Yeah, okay, sure.
It wasn't a suicide.
My sister was a devout Catholic.
Do you understand that?
If she took her own life--
Her soul would go straight to hell...
...where she'd be ripped apart over
and over in screaming, brutal agony...
...for all eternity. That it?
That about right?
Goddamn you.
Detective.
What if I told you that God
and the devil made a wager...
...a kind of standing bet
for the souls of all mankind?
I'd tell you to stay on your meds.
Humor me. No direct contact with
humans. That would be the rule.
-Just influence. See who would win.
-Okay, I'm humoring you.
-Why?
-Who knows.
-Maybe just for the fun of it. No telling.
-Oh, so it's fun.
It's fun when a man beats his wife to
death, when a mother drowns her baby.
And you think the devil is responsible?
People are evil, Mr. Constantine. People.
You're right. We're born
capable of terrible things.
Then sometimes something else comes
along and gives us just the right nudge.
Well, this has been real educational...
...but I don't believe in the devil.
You should. He believes in you.
It's a power outage.
Not likely.
-What?
-We should go. Now.
What is that?
Wings.
Maybe talons.
You're kidding. Of what?
Something that's not
supposed to be here.
That's really not going to help.
-Close your eyes.
-Why?
Suit yourself.
Demons stay in hell, huh?
Tell them that.
Don't worry. Happens to everyone
the first time.
It's the sulfur.
Sulfur.
What were those things?
Demons.
-Scavengers of the damned.
-No, no. It's impossible.
Yeah. And I don't think
they were after me.
You really believe
she wouldn't commit suicide.
Isabel?
Never in a million years.
Well, let's be sure.
Let's see if she's in hell.
Oh, was it supposed to be hot or cold?
In front of the chair.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
-These are all lsabel's things?
-Yeah.
-How about the cat?
-Duck?
Yeah, why?
Duck.
Oh, you think that's strange.
Cats are good.
Half in, half out anyway.
If this is some kind of spell
or something...
...don't you need candles
and a pentagram for it to work?
Why, do you have any?
-This is crazy.
-Yes.
I need you to leave.
-I'm sorry?
-Angela, please.
The apartment.
Okay.
Be careful with that cat.
God, I hate this part.
-lsabel.
-Constantine.
Angela.
Jesus.
-Constantine, what--?
-Twins.
Jesus. What?
-You were twins.
-What did you say?
-She killed herself.
-What?
And she's damned for it.
How is this possible?
I need to eat.
Hey! Hey, what are you doing in here?
Relax, man.
Slow down!
What the hell kind of place is this?
John.
When I was a kid, I could see things.
Things humans aren't supposed to see.
Things you shouldn't have to see.
My parents were normal.
They did what most parents would do.
They made it worse.
You think you're crazy long enough...
...you find a way out.
-You tried to kill yourself.
-I didn't try anything.
Officially, I was dead for two minutes.
But when you cross over...
...time stops.
Take it from me,
two minutes in hell is a lifetime.
When I came back...
... I knew...
...all the things I could see were real.
Heaven and hell are right here.
Behind every wall, every window.
The world behind the world,
and we're smack in the middle.
Angels and demons can't
cross over onto our plane.
So instead we get
what I call half-breeds.
The influence peddlers.
They can only whisper in our ears, but
a single word can give you courage...
... or turn your favorite pleasure
into your worst nightmare.
Those with the demon's touch...
...Iike those part angel,
living alongside us.
They call it the balance.
I call it hypocritical bullshit.
So when a half-breed breaks the rules...
... I deport their sorry ass
straight back to hell.
I don't get them all...
...but I've been hoping to get enough
to ensure my...