Constantine

Liv:
I'm trusting you with my life here. The least you can do is to share one small personal detail.

John:
My mom died giving birth to me.

Liv:
Or one big detail.

John:
My dad said it was my fault. He had a nickname for me, I heard it every night. Hey there "Killer". And after a night at the pub, which was every night, he'd punch my head and say "That's for what you did to your mother, Killer."