chapter 1
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 "JOHNIE'S ANGEL"




 EXT. SHOPPING CENTER. NIGHT.
 A quiet strip mall in the semi-burbs. A Light-up sign over a
 book store reads "A Novel Idea." The sign flickers off, and
 FAITH, a pretty brunette in plastic-rimmed glasses, exits the
 store and locks the front door. She unlocks her car and
 starts the engine, but before she pulls away a shadowed
 figure with a heavily tattooed arm knocks on the window. She
 rolls the window down.

 FAITH
 Yes? Is there something I can do
 for you?


 THE TATOOED ARM SHOOTS FORWARD AND PRESSES TO FAITH'S FACE AS

 SHE TRIES TO SCREAM, BUT SHE CANNOT MAKE A NOISE




 INT. JOHN'S BEDROOM. NIGHT.
 JOHN CONSTANTINE sleeps on a mattress on the floor, with no
 bed. His blanket and sheets are wrapped around him in a
 manner to indicate that he went to sleep without first making
 his bed. His clothes lie discarded on a chair in the corner.
 There is no nightstand, but atop a minifridge next to the bed
 is a deck of cards, a pack of cigarretes, a lighter, a
 walkman, and an empty bottle of whiskey. 


 JOHN BURSTS UPRIGHT, PANTING AND SWEATING. OUT OF BREATH, HE

 PULLS OUT AND SMOKES HIS LAST CIGARRETE. WITH THE CIGARETTE

 IN HIS MOUTH HE PICKS UP HIS DECK OF CARDS, SHUFFLES, CUTS

 THE DECK, AND PICKS A CARD OFF THE BOTTOM DECK. IT'S THE

 QUEEN OF HEARTS. HE EXHALES A CLOUD OF BLUE SMOKE.

 JOHN
 Well, this promises to be an
 altogether unpleasent experience.
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