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I-2 - The Devil & Rayanne Graff

written by Collin J.H. Chang

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Published: 1997 | Size: 8 KB (1584 words) | Language: english | Rating: R
Average: 2.7/5   2.7/5 (6 votes)
Abstract:
A MSCL and "John Constantine, Hellblazer" crossover

based on stories and characters created by Winnie Holzman

FADE IN:

INT. JORDAN'S CAR - NIGHT

Angela and Jordan make out in the front seat of the infamous Plymouth.

ANGELA (VO)
Why is it that, when you're, like, making out with someone, you can never really keep your mind on, like, making out?
They come up for air. Angela looks at Jordan. A beat.
ANGELA
So, did she, like, say where she was going?
Jordan looks at her with his patented, melting stare.
JORDAN
No.

ANGELA
You mean, she didn't say a thing? Not one word?

Jordan stares vacuously, slowly shakes his head "no."
ANGELA
That's strange. That's not like Rayanne.

JORDAN (sighs)
She said, something about, having to...
(he gropes for the words)
confront him, or something, and get it over with. You know...whatever.

A pause, as Angela stares at Jordan.
ANGELA
And, what, you just let her go?!

JORDAN
Yeah. So?

ANGELA
"So?"

JORDAN
So what?

ANGELA (VO)
It's weird how you can, like, want to just melt together with someone one moment, and then, a minute later, want to sort of, strangle them...

A long beat.
ANGELA
Rayanne's in trouble...I've got to find her.
Angela turns to Jordan, as if seeking permission.
JORDAN
(a beat)
So...go.
An awkward beat. She leaves the car.


INT. THE CATALANO HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT

A FLASHLIGHT
pierces through the blackness. Cobwebs and multi-colored utility wires illuminated by the flashlight hang in bunches. The oval of LIGHT stops on an OLD OAK CHEST. A HAND reaches forward with a BOBBIE PIN, begins to jimmy the lock.

SHARON AND BRIAN
crouch over the ancient chest, the wavering flashlight offers a noirish quality to the adrenaline-charged setting. Brian continues jimmying the lock.

SHARON
Hurry--!

BRIAN
I'm going as fast as I can, Cherski--!

SHARON
You said you could do this--!

Brian stops, turns..
BRIAN
This isn't like taking apart a bed... there are interlocking tumblers in this lock, and at least three--
Brian has a moment of clarity.
BRIAN
What am I doing here?!

SHARON
(flattering)
Angela said you were probably the only one who'd know how to do this, Brian...

BRIAN
We're probably breaking, like, sixteen different state laws here. We could go to prison for this! We're breaking and entering into another person's house!
(a beat)
Why am I doing this?!

Sharon squints her eyes, parts her lips in a nervous smile.
SHARON
Because...because Rayanne could be in trouble...

BRIAN
Rayanne?! Rayanne Graff?! Because Rayanne Graff could be in trouble, 'ol Brian's gonna risk going to jail and getting a record! Hah! "Get Brian! He has nothing better to do. He won't mind risking getting arrested on a Friday night, because he has no life!"

SHARON
(a beat)
Brian, Angela's really worried about Rayanne...
(a beat)
And so am I...


INT. THE LOFT - NIGHT

A HUGE BLOODY, BEATING HEART
sits in the palm of an equally large hand.

THE DEVIL (Vic Racine)
lifts it to his lips, takes a deep bite from it, as if gorging on an apple.

THE DEVIL
The best time to eat them is when they're still beating.
He finishes off the heart with one last bite.
THE DEVIL
I'd forgotten what a delicacy Heart of Angel could be. Next time you seek the protection of an angel, you'd best make certain it's an Archangel.
RAYANNE
kneels in front of The Devil, holds out a LARGE BRONZE CRUCIFIX, to ward him off. Racine casually lifts it from her hands, holds it to the light, smiles.

THE DEVIL
Will He ever come back? Good question, yes. He'll be born of Man once more. This time He'll be a construction worker who moonlights as lead guitar in a grunge band.
He slowly crushes the crucifix into a lopsided ball of bronze.
RAYANNE
(voice choking)
Great. Like we really need Eddie Vedder to tell us how to get our shit together.
Rayanne is sprawled on her knees, her arms barely supporting her wavering torso. She COUGHS; a wet, congested bark. Blood and bile spew forth from her lips.
THE DEVIL
He'll become an international superstar by the time He's twenty seven, but won't realize who He is until the age of thirty--at which time He'll begin to use His fame as a podium for His political agenda--
Rayanne spits out another wad of blood, struggles to breath through the swamp issuing from her throat. This time, more than just liquid splatters the floor.
RAYANNE
(clears her throat)
What the hell have you done to me?!

THE DEVIL
Good question, yes. What have I done to you? Given you back your AIDS--
(a beat)
His Drummer, whom He will consider His closest friend, will engineer His frame-up, and all but railroad Him to His death in the electric chair on the very day He turns thirty three. And the cycle of pain will begin anew.

RAYANNE
You son of a--!

THE DEVIL
Don't blame me for the disease. I wasn't the one who lured everything with two legs and a heartbeat into her bed since the age of thirteen.

Rayanne lifts her head, squints a poison dart at Racine.
THE DEVIL
I wasn't the one hell-bent on destroying herself before her sixteenth year of life. I'm not the one marinating my liver daily in a sea of numbing alcohol.


EXT. OUTSIDE THE LOFT - NIGHT

ANGELA
creeps up the narrow wooden stairs leading to the loft. She spies through a crack in the splintered door.

THE DEVIL (O.S.)
You brought this all on by yourself.

ANGELA (VO)
Actually hearing the Devil speak is kind of exhilarating, in a really, sort of warped way. It was kind of like creeping downstairs at one in the morning just to get a glimpse of the Playboy Channel when I was eleven.

ANGELA'S POV
THE DEVIL walks out of Angela's line of sight. She looks to the left, and see's Rayanne, sprawled sickly on the cold loft floor. Rayanne turns, seemingly, to look at her.
THE LOFT DOOR
is suddenly flung wide open, and bursts off its hinges! Angela looks up, frozen in shock, a deer in the headlights.


INT. CATALANO HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT

THE OAK TRUNK
sits wide open as jagged shadows cast by Sharon's flashlight dance around it. Brian holds up a browning, weathered PARCHMENT.
CLOSE ON THE PARCHMENT
At the top, the word CONTRACT can be seen. Below that the words: BINDING FOR ETERNITY are written.

BRIAN (O.S.)
Oh my God...

SHARON (O.S.)
What...? What is it...? Brian, what's--?

Then she sees it.

MOVE TO REVEAL THE BOTTOM OF THE PARCHMENT
CLOSE ON THE NAME: Jordan Catalano
It's written in what looks like red ink.

SHARON
That's not...that's not what I think it is...is it?
Brian licks his finger, touches the signature, and it begins to run, deep red.
BRIAN
It's not ink. It's definitely not ink.

SHARON
(gasping)
oh my god...Ooooooohhhhhhhh, what do we do, Brian?!

BRIAN
(thinks hard)
Angela. We've got to show this to Angela. Where'd she say she was--?

SHARON
The loft--! Tino's loft. She said she was going to look for Rayanne there!

BRIAN
(a beat)
I have a bad feeling about this.


INT. LOFT - NIGHT

Racine stands towering over Angela.

THE DEVIL
I see you've failed to heed my advice, Amanda. You should have "waken up!"

THE END of Episode 2

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