All language subtitles for brimstone_s01e02_poem

12 months, 12 astrological signs, each
bearing the name of a different

constellation. Not unlike the 12 -year
cycle of the Chinese zodiac.

Now, Charles, what's your sign?

Ah, yeah, Charles, speak English.

Excellent,

very good. Now, can anyone tell me
Charles' sign under the Chinese zodiac?

Oh.

1955 is Year of the Ram.

Very good.

Excellent. Miss Chow?

Yes.

What is your sign?

I'm born in September, so I'm a Virgo.

Sorry.

Hello?

Hello.

You're really something, Mr. Stone.

Let's see now.

Traveling from one end of the country to
the other on a desperate quest to

reunite with your lost love.

Yeah, that could be touching.

If it weren't so pathetic.

Oh,

the City of Angels.

That's a laugh.

Aren't you hot in that thing?

Yeah.

Heat doesn't bother me. Why don't you
buy yourself some new clothes? Live a

little. me a raise sure sorry sorry it's
not up to me you know you come back

with the same amount you went out with
36 and some change 27 cents every day i

get up in my wallet there's 36 dollars
and 27 cents god moves in a mysterious

way his wonders to perform you'll get a
job you have a job

I'm not the one who killed my wife's
rapist and cold -blood detective.

I'm the one giving you a second chance
at redemption You know

if you're not interested in rounding up
these fugitives, there's plenty of

others dying to take your place You mean
other damn souls?

What even can you trust?

Can I change for a dollar?

Sure.

Thank you.

She's forgotten all about you.

Fifteen years, ancient history. You're
nothing but a memory to her, a dream.

You get to work.

And remember, just because you're dead
can't be killed like the next guy.

That doesn't mean I'm not going to find
somebody else to destroy the windows to

your soul.

Bon appétit, detective.

You sure?

Thanks a lot.

Hi.

How many?

Um, just one.

I don't know, I already had them on you.
In fact, I know exactly what I want.

Um...

Cashew chicken, chicken chow mein, mugu
gai pan, sizzling black pepper

scallops, fried rice.

I'll have hot and sour soup, too.

I haven't had Chinese in 15 years.

What's wrong with you? What's wrong with
you?

I was a cop.

Then 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.

So how am I supposed to send them back?

The eyes, windows to the soul.

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

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

It's losing your second chance, my
mother.

Time to give the devil his due.

Second girl in as many weeks. Same MLO?

Yep. All her blood's gone.

Must be our guy.

There's just one thing missing.

No rice paper?

Uh -uh.

So where do you think this blood is
going?

Well, it ain't in her body, and it ain't
at the scene.

Another six quarts missing. That's a lot
of blood. Well, maybe the killer drank

it all.

Maybe we should be looking for Dracula.

There's such a thing as vampires.

Jerk alert.

You know, the only reason Mr. Assistant
DA is bribing this case, It's because he

wants to get into your bulletproof vest.

Think so, Clemens? I have a hunch.

Trust your hunches.

They're watching Dallas as a crime
scene. Actually, a crime scene on the

side of the tape.

Excuse me, Detective Stone.

Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to
ask you a few more questions. Enough.

Like upsetting old people?

No more questions.

Hey, we're trying to catch a killer
here.

Yeah, right.

A dead FOB?

Who cares?

Too many Chinese anyway, right?

I'm sorry about your daughter. Niece,
they don't speak English.

Si.

It's an FOB.

Rush off the boat.

She got here three months ago.

What can you tell me about her?

Not much.

I barely saw her.

All I know is Ye Bing spent all her time
in the community center trying to learn

English.

Folks want me to call her parents back
in China.

I keep telling them that I'm speaking in
Chinese.

Give me the name and address of the
community center.

I already gave it to the other cops.

Don't you guys talk?

Well, you know those guys.

It's like you and the FOBs.

Miss Chow? Yes.

For you.

Oh, you know, Mr. Cole, this assignment
isn't due until next week.

I was inspired to finish early.

How are you?

I'm great, thank you.

Miss Chow?

Yes. Detective Stone, I'm working on a
case involving one of your students, Y

.A. Bing.

She wasn't in today. Is everything all
right?

She was murdered last night.

Oh, my God.

She was just a child.

Anyone new in class?

Anyone seem out of place?

All my students seem out of place,
Detective Stone.

That's why they're in this class, to try
to...

fit in to assimilate.

If you think of anything, anything at
all, go on.

I don't know.

Charger, are you okay?

You cry because far from home.

Because boy I like only want

one thing, not love.

How'd you find me here?

I'm a detective.

You know, after you left, more police
showed up.

You know, I've seen that guy all over
Chinatown.

Who is he?

Some sort of Chinese devil?

No. He's Guang Gong.

Central figure of Taoism.

Fierce, generous.

Always fighting to protect his friends
and followers, even though he does look

like a devil.

A good guy who looks like a devil.

Did you really come here to ask me about
the statue?

No.

I was wondering if you could translate
this.

Hmm, that's strange.

It's a Chinese poem written in Tang
Dynasty style.

Tang Dynasty was a thousand years ago.
Tang Dynasty poetry is the most perfect

in all Chinese literature.

It's as if Shakespeare, Byron, Chaucer
all wrote in the same lifetime.

Very good.

It's very good.

It's about the love of a young poet.

for an unattainable virgin princess.

Yeah.

Well, it's only the first two verses.

What about that?

It's a name stamp, the poet's signature.

It's not in Chinese, though.

Hello. For you.

Oh, it's beautiful.

And pure, like you.

Why didn't you tell me where these poems
came from?

I didn't want to scare you.

Well, now I am scared. It's the third
verse.

It grows quite tragic. The princess
loves the poet back, but ultimately

him. He kills her in a fit of rage.

Distraught by his deed, he vowed to
write an epic poem celebrating the

princess's perfect purity.

His love made him kill her.

Or what he thought was love, more like
possession. The two are often confused,

especially by men.

Sounds like you're speaking from
experience.

Let's just say some come to this country
to find a new life.

Others come to escape an old one.

Did it work?

Not yet.

Still looking.

Even Chinese medicine says the heart is
the most difficult organ to understand.

The same name stamp again. Why would he
sign his name to his murders?

He's signing his poems with the blood of
his victims.

Part of the third verse, the English
translation.

One of my students from Yebing's English
class, the assignment was to write a

short essay in English.

This phrase, I've put my past away in a
treasure chest of memory. And this,

It's exactly the same.

What's his name?

He's my best student.

I'm afraid he has a crush on me.

How many verses in a time dynasty poem?

Four.

I must always four.

for you.

Who do you think you are? This private
property.

Get out. Police officer.

So what?

So I'm investigating a crime your tenant
may have committed.

Oh, that crazy.

Mr. Poe, very good tenant. Very good
man.

Always pay rent on time. Steady job at
restaurant.

Work very hard. Get out my property. But
you listen. No, you listen me.

You got search warrant?

No.

Where you think you are?

People's Republic of China?

This America.

No search warrant? You get pretty boy
white ass off my property now.

Okay.

Hey, what's going on with the police?

Do you have any trouble?

No.

Because if you really have trouble, they
will make you look good.

You know, these police really hate our
workers.

If there is a reason, they will kill us.

They will be happy.

Really?

Believe me, don't go to trouble.

If you say so, I will solve it now.

Excuse me. I wish to confess a crime.

Great. What'd you do?

I kill people.

Three girls.

I... I take their blood. Don't move.

I'm sorry.

No! No!

Somebody call an ambulance!

I don't know,

call

it instinct.

I got a theory.

I was wondering if you could check it
out for me.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Okay, thank you.

Autopsy's confirmed it. All three
victims were virgins.

Statistical rarity in this day and age.

Guess your instincts are pretty good,
huh?

I try.

So do I, detective.

Sarge, we gotta go.

Some Chinatown dishwasher just walked
into Central Division.

confessed to murdering i three girls and
then stabbed himself to death with a

butcher knife he can't be dead what did
he say nothing

suicide

wound to the heart of a butcher knife
nice

Where's your fatal wound, my stiff
friend?

Oh!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Thank you.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Not a problem.

You look like a deer caught in the
headlights.

Sorry? You know, deer, headlights.

Forget it.

Hey, I'm a snake.

You know, Chinese astrology.

Yes, born in, uh, you have baby dragon.

What you call snake.

Baby dragon?

That's kind of cute. I think I like that
better.

Not as wicked, you know?

You are not wicked.

I must go away soon.

Leave this place, this city.

Would you like to spend some of my last
night together?

Jumpy, aren't we?

Careful, Mr. Stone. Wouldn't want to
kill someone.

By mistake, that is.

What were you ten minutes ago? I could
have used your help.

Help? I don't do this if I know you well
enough.

What's with you?

You want me to catch these freaks or
not? Of course. I want you to catch

last one of them. But I'm the devil, old
boy. I can't change my stripes any more

than you can.

Funny, isn't it?

How much you have in common with the
venerable Mr. Poe?

Got a line?

What are you talking about?

A lesson.

All right.

He may be a tongue dynasty poet with a
taste for young virgins, but

what led him to the end of his rope is
what led you to yours.

Love. Love.

What the hell do you know about that?

Love? The most delicious emotion of them
all.

Without love, you and I would both be
out of a job.

You're not like some sort of psycho
killer.

My dad would go crazy if he knew I was
doing something like this. He's very

protective.

What's on your gene guide?

He values you.

He's a very lucky man to have such a
treasure.

No one's ever called me treasure before.

More precious than gold or jade.

Words. Your skin is like

silk.

Those people at club, they are devils.

But you, you're my angel.

I don't even know your name.

What are you doing?

The same thing you are?

No, not same.

Oh, no?

Well, then what are you doing?

I saw you in the crowd and I thought you
were really hot.

Maybe you're not sure yet if you think
I'm really hot.

I can help you decide.

No.

What's the matter with you?

It's not right. You're not pure. What?

What the hell's wrong with you? We're
having fun.

Fun? You had this fun before?

Virgin.

You're not virgin.

Virgin?

You're kidding, right?

You've ruined it.

The last verse was to be my last verse.

out of my sight.

Happy birthday.

Hi, can I help you?

Uh, yeah, where's Miss Chow?

Oh, Mr. Litchin's taking her class
today.

Miss Chow took the day off.

It's her birthday.

Nina?

Nina?

Nina?

Please forgive me for the pain.

My English is improving, though.

You should be very proud.

Such a good teacher.

I, too, was a teacher once.

I was called to the court to tutor my
princess in the art of words.

My princess, she was so pure and
untouched. But she was a princess,

and I was just a poet.

When she spurned me, I saw only fire.

When the flames faded,

I had taken her life.

So the bailiffs took mine.

Now I've returned to honor her memory,
to compose a

poem of love, celebrating her virtue.

No, not a poem. A living shrine created
from the essence of women.

Like her.

I know you are not...

Pure, like my princess.

But you do have her beauty.

This is a new land.

A new dynasty.

And I will live by its rules.

In this land, you shall always be pure.

For you were born under the sign of the
Virgin.

Why are you back here? Don't you watch
TV news, Mr. Poudet?

I must thank you, teacher.

For helping me to complete my poem.

I want your badge number.

666. Okay, okay.

You know how much you need for a car?

What's upstairs?

Nothing. What's upstairs?

Crazy cop. It used to be a sweatshop.

Backfire, many people died.

Angry spirits.

Backbone shape.

Excuse me?

Backbone shape.

I saw you killed by a car, yet you live.

A starving demon?

If you could taste my flesh and blood,
you would sing a song to Yan Wang, huh?

But I will stop you.

And when your spirit...

Returns to the dark place.

I will write a poem. Of your journey.

For demon.

You don't understand.

What I do.

I do.

Is each one... Another one like him.

Yan Huang is the king of hell.

What happened tonight?

Ancient history.

There's a story I first heard as a
child.

108 of the most fierce and powerful
warrior spirits in the universe were

imprisoned atop a holy mountain.

A great emperor made a mistake.

He allowed them to escape and descend
upon an unsuspecting world.

No one on earth could stand up to them.

So the emperor convinced a small group
of the 108 spirits to...

Become heroes and fight to destroy their
comrades

Thank you You

saved my life

Those guys

The ones the Emperor convinced to become
heroes what happened to

After many terrible battles they
succeeded

But they all ended up defeated.

Or dead.

Beggars.

See him.

Zeke.

Where are you going?

I'm not like you, Nina.

I can't escape my old life.