All language subtitles for Brimstone s01e08 Ashes

Who are you?

Get one just right.

It comes back night after night.

Sometimes for years on end.

You gotta be kidding. What are you
reading?

What is this?

God, it's not bad enough you torture me
when I'm awake.

Until all of my damn souls have been
rounded up, there's no rest for you, Mr.

Stone. Oh, come on.

I'm doing my job.

What do you want, a pat on the back?

Stock options?

Not by the company car.

When not a single one of my wayward
children wanders the earth to disturb

natural order of things, you'll get your
second chance at life on earth.

As promised.

If you keep your word.

I always do.

But remember, more tears have been shed
for answered prayers than for those that

go unheard.

Oh, wow. You're a poet now?

You know, you should be grateful. You
should be happy.

Every week I send one of these sinners
back to hell. You do nothing but

complain. Don't get so cocky, detective.

You know what overconfidence leads to,
don't you?

Getting bit in the ass.

Believe me, I know.

Oh, my. I'm late for services.

Services? A dedicated group of devil
-worshipping youths who've been

the Black Sabbath.

preparing to deep six their gym teacher,
I'm going to give them a little

inspiration.

Oh, speaking of worship, you should
spend more time in church.

Good for the soul. Or so I've been told.

I was a cop.

When my wife was raped, I caught the guy
who did it, and I killed him.

Two months later, I died.

I went to hell.

113 of the most vile creatures escaped.

They think they'll beat the devil.
Nobody beats me.

How am I supposed to send them back?

The eyes, windows to the soul.

Destroy the eyes of the damned. Get a
one -way ticket back home to hell.

But it's not hell you should be scared
of.

It's losing your second chance at life
on Earth.

I believe it does.

Any idea how this thing got started?

Some kind of petroleum accelerator,
probably gasoline.

Yeah, that's what it sounds like.

Wanted to get right to the point, didn't
it? Yeah, but it's our same gang of neo

-Nazis. Two synagogues, a mosque, and
now a church.

Hey, Fraker, Fraker, wait a minute.

McDowell, do you see anybody back there
with you?

It's all clear over here, Detective Ash.

No sign of disturbance.

My cat Buster.

You know, Buster's probably in cat
heaven by now.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for Rabbi Samuel
Weisberg.

Please, Rabbi Sammy.

Like Sammy Davis Jr., another great Jew.

I'm Detective Ezekiel Stone.

I want to ask you some questions.

Okay, what about?

Why were you taking pictures of a burned
-out Catholic church?

For my scrapbook?

I've never seen a scrapbook quite like
this.

The first knife was found in a burned
synagogue.

The second, in a mosque that was also
incinerated. And now, this, in a

church.

An equal opportunity destroyer.

Sorry, Rabbi, but what are these doing
in your synagogue? Why aren't they in a

police evidence room?

We have our ways.

We? I belong to an interfaith committee
that was created to help deal with these

tragedies. From the very beginning, the
police have wanted to stereotype these

crimes to fit them into some kind of
pattern.

You're not buying into this neo -Nazi
angle. No. Let me show you something.

The inscription on these blades is in an
ancient Canaanite language that hasn't

been spoken for almost 4 ,000 years.

That's something that's your...

run -of -the -mill skinhead would
appreciate.

That's right. I don't think so.

Now, each knife contains a verse from an
ancient pagan cycle describing a series

of a ritual sacrifice to a serpent god.
It starts with food, then it's moving on

to from smaller to larger animals.

And now, with this edition of yours,
it's moving

on to a human sacrifice.

Nothing else?

Not until the bastards burn down another
holy place.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for a guy named Bush. Robert
Bush.

Yes, sir.

This is one of your custom pieces at a
place in Culver City called Jimmy G's.

Pretty expensive price tag on it. So I
checked your background and saw that you

learned your craft at the metal shop in
Folsom.

That's right, detective.

Special forces model.

It's our biggest cellist.

Sharp. Your guts could be spilling out
on the floor right now. You wouldn't

feel it would catch you.

Why don't we go into my office? We'll be
more comfortable there.

I'd like to bring those new world order
Marxist journalists in here just so I

can look at the expression on their
faces.

Kind of like yours right now.

Yeah, I suppose so.

You know, I'm up front about who I am,
detective.

What about you?

Can you say the same thing?

You know, I just need your opinion on
this here, all right? I need you to look

at this.

It's Damascus steel.

Old?

No, the technique goes back to the
earliest sword makers.

But this knife was made recently.

These alloys didn't exist five years
ago.

Whoever made this really knew their
stuff.

Is this something you could make?

Yeah.

But it's not my style.

I'm into pure functionality. Nobody's
going to walk down the street carrying

that. Well, if you didn't make it, who
could?

Beats me.

Oh, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Oh,

personally, Detective, I don't think it
could.

When I

dance all

night here, you could start talking.

Three, maybe four guys on the West
Coast.

What?

Name and address?

It's gonna take more than your hands to
get that out of me.

Yeah, but you're a liar.

And you got the wrong enemy, Stone.

The Millennium's coming, man. It's gonna
be war in the streets. And the only

uniform that's gonna matter is the color
of your skin.

You know where I'm going to be on that
New Year's Eve?

Having a party.

Probably in Times Square.

Hey, Stone.

Amen.

Put your hands where I can see them.

Sergeant Ash.

You know, we've got to stop meeting like
this. You're very lucky I was on watch

tonight. We've been running an intercept
on their alarm system just in case

something like this happened.

I thought you came here just to see me.

You know, you keep confusing my interest
in my job with my interest in something

else. What exactly are you doing here?

Same thing you are.

Really?

Okay. What is your take on this guy,
Bush, then?

I don't know.

He's just a front man.

One of these clowns who likes too much
attention to be our guy. And the one

we're looking for has got to be one of
his clients, employees, something like

that. While you're here, why don't we
take a look around?

You're not going to find much here. This
guy's clean as a whistle.

You're just looking in the wrong places,
that's all.

No one keeps information on paper
anymore. Where have you been?

Employee records, invoices.

We're never going to get through all
this tonight.

Yeah, that's why we will take it with
us.

Smile. We're on camera.

Hello.

All right.

Well, look, it's Starsky and Hutch.

So I guess I'm not under arrest, huh?

Not unless you want to be.

How long have you been with the LAPD?

Not long.

Transferred from Miami.

I like the heat. I'm used to it.

How about you?

Me? Oh, no, I hate the heat.

I ended up heat the last, uh... Never
mind.

I'm not tired, are you?

I like a little breaking and entering to
get me revved up.

You, um... Would you like a lick?

Sure.

So I'm curious, what really brings a
burned out New York cop all the way out

here?

Oh, I don't know. Let's just call it an
extended leave of absence.

It's personal business. Yeah, like hell.

I know you're working on something,
running around all my crime scenes with

jurisdiction.

There are branches of law enforcement
that don't recognize local boundaries.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe that still doesn't
explain this guy getting in my face on

these cases now, does it? Good looking,
with a big gun, just my type. But

there's only one problem.

What's that?

In all the cases, the perp turns up
missing.

So what are you?

Some kind of vigilante or something?

Just this one.

What a detective you are.

How about you? Is there a Mrs. Man of
Mystery in the picture?

Yeah.

There is.

So when was the last time you saw her?

I don't even know where she is.

That's just complicated enough for me.

Come on, let's dance.

Perfect. Most nights I end up dancing
alone.

Not tonight, okay?

Huh? Oh my God.

Come on, it'll be fun.

I heard you.

When the darkness in our soul comes
alive

Sometimes when you want to say

Sometimes you don't take it right

It's too much for you to take

And it feels like there is

Having a good time?

I like milk.

Hello.

Come in.

Thank you.

How'd you find me?

Yeah, I'm a detective just like you.

Wow, this place kind of needs them,
doesn't it?

What? A little disinfectant and a fire
hose, perhaps?

Want some coffee? Sure, wow.

Didn't take you for an animal lover.

Oh, yeah, he's a little skittish.

Yeah, just like his owner.

Yeah, um, listen, um...

I'm sorry about last night.

Yeah, me too.

After you ran out on me, I went back to
headquarters to drown my sorrows in

work.

I had a technician decode Bush's
employment records.

That cross -references the names of the
departmental records? Yep, exactly.

Found what?

Well, um... Hey, you know, there's two
ways we can do this. I can accidentally

leave this here, go get myself a real
cup of coffee, and then remember where I

put this.

That's where the other one is.

You come with me to check this guy out.
What do you say?

What did I do to deserve this special
treatment?

Hey, nothing special about it.

Just wanted you where I can see you.

The name is Lee Varner.

He's got convictions going back 14 years
for arson hate crime.

Ah, that's not our guy.

Really? Why not?

The guy we're looking for had to have
disappeared a long, long time ago.

Almost like he, uh...

Came back from the dead.

Where do you get this stuff?

Call it a hunch.

Well, you're gonna love this hunch, boy.

Varner was supposed to have died two
years ago in his last fire.

The body was burned so badly, the ID was
never 100 % positive.

That's more like it.

The Mayo Clinic.

That's what I called it.

I never had a tenant leave a place so
clean, especially a young man.

Not so much as a youth. So, uh, when did
he leave?

Yesterday, one hour's notice.

Didn't say a word about the deposit.

Boy, do I wish they were all like that.

Believe me, you don't.

Pull the door shut on your way out.

Well, scouring powder.

We're not going to find any prints here.

White by a pro.

Yeah, he must have been a warrant.

Probably by Bush.

wrong. Something's too impersonal about
this.

Freeze, police!

I'm sorry.

Sorry, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

And they say postal workers are gun
happy.

A young man with an attitude.

What are you doing?

Pardon me for interrupting you here, but
that happens to be a federal crime.

Is that within your jurisdiction, too?

I answered with a lower power.

This is from a pipe manufacturer.

The pipes were sent to a different
address.

That's up the coast from here.

Postmarked in Sacramento six weeks ago.

Some things never change.

Well, looks like somebody's home.

Ever heard of the concept of backup?

Backup?

I got your back.

Oh, look at this.

A bomb factory.

Okay, let's clear out and call for some
backup.

We need some experts in here.

Hey.

What are you doing back there, bud?

What's up?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's all right. Relax.

What are you doing?

Do you have any questions?

Zeke, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Damn it.

I love this coat.

You, uh, saved my life. I risked yours
to do it.

How do you adequately thank someone for
doing a thing like that?

What is your name?

Do you know anything about the fire at
the Glad Tidings Church on Central

Avenue?

Are you listening to me, Lee?

I want you to tell me what you know
about the fire at the Glad Tidings

two years ago.

No. No what?

No.

I don't know anything about that.

I've never heard of that church.

Well, have you ever been to St. Mary's
Catholic Church in Hollywood?

No.

We went at him with everything we had.
He passed a lie detector test. It wasn't

even borderline.

Okay, five minutes alone with him.
That's all I need.

Thank you.

Sounds like you're out for vengeance.

Repentance. Well,

there's an old -fashioned concept.

I'm an old -fashioned guy. Listen, I
just need five minutes.

Five minutes alone with Varner.

I'm not going to make you regret this,
are you?

It's a police station, what can happen?

Where is he, sir?

Officer?

Officer!

Hey, where are you going?

Oh, Detective Stone.

Didn't expect to see you so soon. I was
just studying the Torah, but for you,

I'll take five. Tell me.

Exactly. Who is this culprit?

The one who got away?

Well, his name's Lee Varner.

Okay. And why is Lee Varner burning
Place of Worship?

I don't know. Maybe he was burned at the
stake in the Dark Ages, or maybe the

nuns beat him up in catechism.

Excuse me?

Forget it.

Oh, no, I'm sorry. That's me.

Rabbi Sammy here.

Yes.

Yes, right.

Okay, right away.

I'm afraid this is the call we've been
waiting for. It's a mosque downtown on

4th Street. There's been a break -in.

4th Street?

Bye. Bye.

What the hell is that all about?

He's not the one.

What?

Cut him in the axe, don't. That boy is
somewhere over the rainbow.

He's not the one. I made a mistake.

His name is Bush.

Okay, why?

I can't tell you why.

No matter how cooperative I am with you,
you keep playing games with me.

Who's your source?

If I told you, you wouldn't believe.
Well, try me. I'm just a little fed up

you being so mysterious all the time.
I'm not being mysterious. I'm just

to solve the case. Well, that's fine.
All I'm asking is for you to be straight

with me.

I am.

All right, with your hunches and
theories and things that little birdies

you, hell, maybe you got a Ouija board
under your bed, huh?

It's like you're deliberately
withholding information.

I'm withholding nothing you need to
know.

Why don't you trust me, Zeke? I have put
up with so much of your crap, and I

don't even know why. Sorry. All right,
I'm sorry.

the best I can under the circumstances.

Now, kiddies, let's not have a lover's
quarrel.

What we're having here, Fraker, is a
professional disagreement.

Whether Varner's a babbling psycho or a
choir boy, we caught him red -handed. I

say the case is closed. No, you're
wrong. I'm filing this with the DA's

whether you approve or not.

Fine. Fine.

Excuse me. May I help you? Yeah, I just
want to get some flowers for a... What

are you seeking?

Repentance?

No?

Forgiveness. For what? For making a
mockery of your task?

I just want to buy some flowers for a
friend.

Sorry to remind you, Ezekiel, but you
have no friends.

You're dead.

In fact, you are not merely dead. You're
really most sincerely dead.

Is that from The Wizard of Oz? I hate
that movie.

I just want some flowers. Some flowers
for this lady you keep running into,

Oh, she is really doing a number on you,
isn't she? Going right to your heart

and soul.

When are you going to tell her the truth
about your condition?

I haven't come quite to figure that out
yet.

I haven't really worked that out yet.
Listen to yourself.

Take your head out of Cupid's ass,
Ezekiel. You've got more pressing

take care of.

How much are the flowers?

Thirty -six bucks.

Twenty -seven cents.

But for you, my friend, on the house.

Did you know the thorns were originally
my idea?

How nice. Someone bought you flowers.

Come on. Good for you.

How do you know I don't hate roses?

Calculated risk.

Story of my life.

It's what you give someone when you
can't quite say you're sorry.

So, Zeke, this might interest you.

I had someone down at NYPD personnel dig
a little deeper for me.

It seems that Detective Ezekiel Stone
has been dead for 15 years.

Either you faked your death, or you're
faking your life. It's playing. It's

being somebody else.

Let's go.

No. Just get the hell out of here.

Way to do your stretch.

McNeil Island, Quentin?

No.

It's worse.

It's funny that I knew all the prison
gang tattoos.

What's the matter?

I don't know you.

I thought I did, but I don't.

Varna's cursing God and praising pagan
idols.

But he's using the most ancient biblical
given name of God.

Yahweh. Yahweh defeated the pagan gods
of the Old Testament age, Baal, El, the

serpent deities.

The spread of faith in one God
vanquished them. It shattered the

their worshippers.

And today, Yahweh is the godhead of all
Jews, Christians, and Muslims.

So we have a serial arsonist who's got a
grudge against God? And God's people.

If this vonar had succeeded in burning
our mosque, it would have devastated the

entire community.

All right, what else does he say?

Listen to this.

I'm not sure what all of it means.

But most of the other sounds were the
nouns representing the objects of

sacrifice.

A cat, a goat, various items of food.

This should be the name of another
sacrificial object.

And you said this thing ends with a...
It's a human sacrifice, yes.

It is, and these sounds could very well
represent the name of an intended

victim.

Ash.

What is it, detective?

Who are you calling?

The name, Ash.

You know it?

Yeah, it's the name of the detective in
charge of this case.

Yeah, Fraker here.

Fraker Stone, is Ash there?

I assume you didn't get the message?

What message?

Oh, she had me call that run -down
fleabag where you sleep to tell you to

her at St. Mary's. I don't know
something about you being right about

Thank you.

What? What?

I didn't really know who you were, Zeke.

I wouldn't believe what I was thinking
until last night.

When I saw my name tattooed to your
chest.

You lied to me.

Oh, you're one to talk.

It's not the same.

I didn't lie like this.

What'd you do?

Why were you in hell, Ash?

My daughter.

My little girl.

I killed her.

What?

Don't judge me.

Don't you dare judge me. I loved her.

So I sacrificed her to my gods.

It was a great honor I gave her.

An honor?

Sick, Ash.

To you, maybe.

But to me, it was the greatest honor I
could have given her.

We're talking 4 ,000 years ago, Zeke.
Before Yahweh.

His self -righteous followers destroyed
everything and everyone I knew.

And after I was slaughtered, in the name
of the one God,

I was judged by his rules, not by mine.

Judged and condemned, just like you.

Not like me.

Nothing like me.

So what, you're burning churches now?

For what?

Revenge. Against who?

Come on, Zeke, you're a detective, you
figure it out.

Against God?

There is no Ashti.

I never was.

I am Ashura Badaktu of the Temple of
Tyr, priestess of Ashura, the

Serpent Queen.

I'm going to destroy this world's self
-righteous faith in one god.

Why didn't you pull the trigger?

You're afraid of her, aren't you?

You have no idea how dangerous she is.

Why was she running around playing cop
all this time? Same reason you are. To

track down all the damn souls.

Only in her case it's to get rid of the
competition.

The ones who don't want to play on her
team.

You think you've stopped her from
burning any more houses of God?

Don't fool yourself.

She'll be back.

I know her.

She was the ringleader, wasn't she?

The brains behind the breakout.

What do you think?

And you?

You fool.

You've fallen in love with her, haven't
you?

That's why she's so dangerous.

So powerful. Power over the heart.

The strongest weapon of all.

That's how she got away from you.

Don't be a fool.

The only thing I ever loved was God.

And that was a long...

Time ago.