"(man and woman shouting)" "(banging, crashing, shattering)" "(man shouts, woman screams)" "(banging on door)" "MAN:" "Dave!" "Callie!" "Hey!" "What's going on in there?" "!" "You guys okay?" "(pounding on door)" "(eerie screaming, crashing, shattering)" "MAN:" "Dave, Callie, what's happening?" "!" "Quit messing around!" "Come on, guys, what's going on...?" "(eerie groans)" "(weak groaning, gasping)" "¶ ¶" "Please... no more." "(gasping, groaning)" "(siren wails in distance)" "Just breathe deeply, baby." "Your grandma's gonna be here real soon." "She's gonna take you to..." "Hey, Sullivan." "Sergeant wants you back at your post." "Emily and I are having a visit." "You don't want to make the sergeant wait." "I'll take that chance." "Easy, Sullivan, I'm just trying to save you a reprimand." "Excuse me, baby." "That girl just lost her parents." "Yeah, and Social Services is on its way." "SULLIVAN:" "I'm done listening to you." "I said-- enough!" "Shots fired!" "What was that?" "It's okay, he didn't do anything." "It's okay." "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "Come on, let's go." "(alarm beeping) WOMAN:" "Hey, hey." "Get up, get up." "You got to get up right now." "Get up!" "Wake up." "(stammering)" "You got to go right now." "Good morning, sunshine." "Oh, wait a minute, w-what is it?" "It's, uh... it's Nora." "Right." "Uh, yeah, it's time to go." "Here's your tie." "Get up." "Or we could just stay in." "I cook a wicked breakfast." "Bacon, eggs, sausage, beans, tomatoes." "Perfect islands in a sea of grease." "No, um, my boyfriend just called, he's gonna be here he's gonna be here any minute-- you need to get out." "You didn't tell me last night you had a boyfriend." "(motorcycle approaching) Yeah, I did, get up, come on, get your stuff." "I'll set the table for three, then." "MAN:" "Hey, Nora, you up?" "Oh, he said "Nora," I was right." "MAN:" "Get your ass out of bed!" "Yeah." "Go." "(pounding on door)" "NORA (distant):" "Oh, hi, honey." "I-I..." "I was just in the bathroom." "CHAS:" "Okay,Zed'sin ourclass." "You'remyproblemtoday." "So, where do you want to start?" "Back in bed." "Just being honest." "Chas, I know what I need to do, and I'll get it sorted, all right?" "As soon as you go home." "I'm not going anywhere." "Fine." "Let's see." "Birmingham-- that's like what, two hours away?" "Well... we'll be there by lunch." "¶ Come with me... ¶" "¶ Through the sea... ¶" "Looks like we're late to the party." "Local police blotter reported a double homicide last night." "Man and his wife." "Battered beyond recognition." "Bite marks?" "Puncture wounds?" "Flesh torn asunder?" "No details in the report." "They had a young daughter." "Untouched in the attack." "We'll start by figuring out why she was spared." "I'm breaking in, you stand watch." "I-If I need you" "I shall give you a little whistle that suddenly chokes into silence." "(glass shatters)" "(sniffs)" "(sniffs)" "(groans)" "(startled gasp):" "Oh, sh...!" "You know, I've never punched an angel, but you are begging for it, mate." "I could announce my arrival with trumpets." "Used to have a tight horn section back in the day." "Mm, I'm sure you did." "Smells of burning, but there's no sign of fire." "Some serious telekinetic energy was spent here last night." "What is it you want?" "Battle plans, John." "Time to draw them up." "Battle plans, eh?" "You know bugger-all about what we're up against." "I know there's a darkness rising, John." "It's ancient beyond measure." "You're going to stem the tide of its attacks." "(wry chuckle)" "And, uh, what makes me so special?" "Nothing that I'm aware of." "St. Peter." "Ignatius of Antioch." "Joan of Arc." "Oh, John, they were special." "Mmm." "You're more of a... desperation move." "(chuckles)" "Story of my life, mate." "Well, as long as you're here, might as well make yourself useful." "Why was that girl spared from the attack?" "I can't tell you that." "Well, you're a divine messenger with an omnipotent boss." "Don't be stingy." "When humanity was granted free will, angels lost the power to directly influence events on Earth." "That's just the kind of double-talk" "I expect from your type." "The broken coffee mug pieces are on the floor, but the coffee stains are on the counter." "Doesn't add up." "Would it make you feel better if I told you you were getting warm?" "I need to see what happened here." "The rules have changed, John." "The things you're used to dealing with have more power." "They move faster." "Hunger deeper." "Your old ways might not work." "Be open." "Step aside, sunshine." "Ximbatikkaajal akbin-ka-aak-abtal." "Mayan." "Impressive." "She was possessed by the spirit of a child." "The daughter survived the attacks because she was the attacker." "That entity inside her, it was controlling her." "Now that it's loose, it'llbelooking fora newchildtopossess." "(boy screaming)" "(panting)" "What's going on?" "There's someone in my room." "(sighs) Again?" "Come here, sweetie." "You're just fine." "MAN:" "There's no one here." "Or here." "Oh..." "I know." "He's in the closet, right?" "It's just a closet, Henry." "Hey." "This happens at Halloween." "Your imagination runs wild." "Remember last year you didn't want to trick-or-treat 'cause you were afraid of the monsters?" "Yeah." "Don't worry." "I handled that." "(gasps) Darrell." "There's a whole costume that comes with this." "You wear that and the kids will be scared of you" " I promise." "You honestly think this is helpful?" "Honestly?" "Henry's a strong kid if we just let him be." "Hey... you are strong;" "you know that, buddy." "But you need to believe it." "You're just fine, sweetie pie." "Now try and go back to sleep, honey." "Have sweet dreams." "(deep, eerie growling)" "(aquarium filter bubbling)" "(Henry gasping anxiously)" "(closet door creaking)" "(grunts)" "(aquarium bubbling)" "No... (gasping)" "(screams)" "(Henry screaming)" "Is everything all right?" "I'm sorry." "I don't know why I screamed." "You can go back to bed now." "Really?" "I'm feeling much better." "You'll see." "(rock music playing)" "You know, I could lose my paralegal license, meeting you here like this." "But I owe you, honey." "I sweet-talked this from a guy in Child Services." "Cute, but clingy." "Here's your girl." "Emily Cooper." "Any chance I can get close to her?" "She's untouchable." "Not only is she under psychological care, but she's in protective custody." "Why?" "The coppers can't possibly have a suspect." "No, but there's been a series of killings like this across the southeast." "Dead parents, beaten to a pulp?" "They all had one child." "The children all survived the attacks." "Cases were never connected, because of the time between the killings." "First one on record, 35 years ago." "One after that, 16 years later, then 18 years." "Now three in the last month." "That's when the cops smartened up." "These children, have they got anything in common?" "What, you mean, like horns growing out of their heads?" "No, but they did start throwing fits days before the killings." "Just angry outbursts at home, at school." "I suspect that's because they had a malevolent spirit inside them." "You mean like my Roger?" "No, luv." "Your dearly departed husband wasn't inhabiting bodies, he was just pissing and moaning about being dead." "Well, it is a lot quieter around my house since you helped him cross over." "I need to find out who this spirit was when it was alive." "Sometimes they can forget who they are, and just naming them releases them from our world." "I wonder if any of these survivors remembers the name of the soul that possessed them." "Well, you won't get near the kids from the recent cases, but one of the early survivors lives nearby." "Marcello Panneti." "He'd be in his 40s now, I suppose." "Where can I find him?" "Local mental hospital." "(chuckles)" "Perfect." "I'll feel right at home." "(short chuckle)" "Marcello introduced his Daddy's head to an axe." "Mommy's head went into the thresher." "At least they think it was her head." "So I'm not surprised nobody comes to visit him." "Especially not his... family." "Ten years old, dismantled two fully grown adults." "Bit unlikely, don't you think?" "Oh, no." "Kids are sponges." "They soak up whatever you give 'em." "And Marcello, well, his handiwork with an axe is something of a... family tradition." "Rumor is there's a bloody tree stump outside the farmhouse where he grew up." "Whenever Marcello misbehaved, his punishment was... severe." "Ah." "It's beautiful this time a year, innit?" "Not one for a wee natter." "Then you're my kind of bloke." "But I'm trying to prevent someone from going through the same experience that you did as a kid." "Bloody hell." "(distant clattering)" "Hello?" "Henry?" "(thumping)" "Who's there?" "(taps echoing)" "(switch clicking)" "Aah, aah!" "Oh." "(groans)" "Did you do this, Henry?" "No." "I just walked in." "I heard noises out here." "Yeah, same here." "I think somebody was in the house." "(groaning, wound squishing)" "Gonna go back to my room now." "(groaning) Hey, Dad?" "What?" "Be careful." "CONSTANTINE:" "Marcellowasuseless, thepoorbastard." "Fullycatatonic." "You know, most people who survive a possession-- they're downright chatty about the ordeal." "Tough break for him." "Not entirely." "His parents got what they deserved." "But we have to stop this evil entity, mate." "It's a bloody serial killer through the ages." "Well, if it's been around for that long, maybe we can track down another living survivor." "No time to mess with that." "With the rising darkness, we got to stop this thing before it has a mind to kill again." "Take a look at this." "What kind of map is that?" "These are Ley Lines." "Mystical trackways flowing with electromagnetic energy." "These X's mark the home address of every victim whose parents were slaughtered." "They all fall on the same line." "Yeah." "Ley Lines are a psychic railroad, easy for a child's soul to travel." "To find the next victim, we just..." "CHAS:" "Follow the line." "...follow... the line." "(laughing)" "(barking fiercely, growling)" "(creaking)" "(whimpering)" "We know which Ley Lines the spirits are following." "Now we just need something to detect the malignant thing." "(chuckles)" "What's this do?" "Oh, put that down, that can't help us." "That's not what I asked." "I asked you what it does." "But you're too self-involved to hear me, like always." "Like Renee." "She's gone." "I'm afraid I wasn't enough to keep her from leaving." "Can't bring myself to tell you about it, though." "Not that you'd hear me" "This is the Sword of Night." "It compels the holder to speak the truth." "Oh." "Is there anything you... want to talk about, or..." "No, no." "Well, you got to hand it to Jasper." "This old mill's a treasure trove, eh?" "Yes!" "There she is." "What is it?" "Oh, there's no time for explanations." "You'll see." "Right-- now all I need is some frankincense." "Let these cool." "They'll make a good snack while we work." "What are they?" "Your favorite-- pumpkin seeds." "Oh, markers." "I'll be right back." "Got 'em." "Henry, what did you do?" "Carved the pumpkins." "You know you're not allowed to pick up knives." "Give me that." "I'm not done carving." "Henry, hand me the knife." "Now." "I'll put this inside." "(crow caws)" "(crow cawing)" "(shrieks)" "How long do we got to do this for?" "We walk until the frankincense directs us." "According to Jasper's maps, the Ley Line continues on this road for a quarter mile and then we veer right." "Whoa, stop." "Look." "Wrong way, mate." "Frankincense flees the presence of malevolent energy." "What we want..." "is behind you." "S"