we're not still whining about manhattan, are we? john's attempt to disguise his anger fails.
that expression alone has made my entire night.
perks of becoming a primary investor.
things change, balances shift. get used to it, constantine.
i'm sorry, i didn't catch that. john tries to catch his breath, can't. and that scares him a bit. he tries to hide it, pushes out.
phillip morris. as balthazar admires himself, his reflection distorts slightly. the demon in him? he touches his face, does a vowel stretch. his face distorts even further. that's got him moving closer to the mirror. balthazar's concerned because now his skin appears in motion, rippling as if liquefied. and just when he sees the surface of the mirror blistering and starts to move --
this is in direct violation of the balance!
i will see you very soon.
you can't cheat it this time.  you're going back to hell.
what are you doing?
your remedial incantations have no relevance to my kind.
you're not a priest, you have no power.
-- it may not even work.
 sangre de dio. john is stunned -- did he hear right? balthazar nods.
what killed the son of god will give birth to the son of the devil. john's mind races and he finally puts it together.
one more chance.  shadow darkens and his decimated form shudders.