All language subtitles for brimstone_s01e03_heat

I'm just a little nervous, professor.

It's normal to be nervous. I'm nervous.
I was nervous the first day

you walked in my classroom.

There was something different about you.

Something special.

Our lusty love is born, for which my
body yearns.

I've never heard the born recited like
that.

Yes, but I left a long time ago.

I'm afraid.

Don't be.

This is what you want.

I know what it is.

I was a cop.

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

Two months later, I died.

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 and the damned get a
one -way ticket back home to hell.

Well, it's not hell you should be scared
of.

It's losing a second chance at life on
earth. I believe the devil is due.

Is Stone her maiden name?

That's my name.

It was our name.

I'll check. It's undergrad, right?

Yeah, I think so.

She's in here. B .A. Education with
honors, 1989.

It has been a long time since you've
seen her. Yeah, B .A. and education.

She always wanted to be a teacher.

That's nice.

Do you have a current address for her?

No, sorry. She hasn't been a student in
so long.

Oh, Stacy.

Why were you?

I tell mom and dad to go to hell.

No, look, you're not at home anymore.
You're in college.

So why should you play by their rules?

If you think that the only way to pay
for college is by stripping at bachelor

parties, I for one say go, girl.

My next appointment's here. Stacy, we're
going to have to end this. Let me walk

you out.

And think about what I said, okay? Oh,
yeah, I will. Okay.

Sweet kid. I'm trying to get her on the
wrong path.

I like these college girls.

They're smart, brainy, like your wife.

Why didn't Rosalind finish school the
first time, Ezekiel?

Was it something about staying home to
start a family? That little pipe dream

didn't quite pan out, did it?

Temper, temper.

What are you going to do, detective?

Kill me like you killed your wife's
rapist?

All right, all right. Give me a second
chance. After all, I'm giving you a

second chance at life.

Oh, come on. You take it all so
personally.

You're not alone.

Free will leads naturally to damnation.

What do you want to tell me?

What is it?

Love wants a knight for a lover.

Good with his weapons and sweet tongue.

A lady who lies with a man like that is
clean of all her sins.

Get to work.

Heads up!

Hi. I'm sorry. This happens all the
time. Continuing education is next door.

So I'm just excited to actually...
Excuse me.

This is Medieval Studies, right?

Timothy, let me call you right back.

It certainly is. What can I do for you?

I'm having trouble with a quote.

I think it's medieval. It has to do with
knights or something.

Knights? Yeah.

It goes something like this.

Love wants a knight for a lover.

Good with his weapons and sweet
-tongued.

A woman. A lady.

A lady who lies with a man like that is
clean of all her sins.

If you are in the right place. It's
medieval, all right. It just doesn't

so good in English.

What was it written in?

Provencal. It's a French dialect. How is
it that you can quote Bethlehem de Bonn

but you don't know what language he
wrote in?

That's why we go to college, right?

So who do I talk to about this Bertrand
de Bon?

That would be Professor Albright. He,
uh, here, just published this new

translation of Corvinsal poetry last
year, actually. He's really an authority

the subject, but he won't be back here
for a couple weeks, a few weeks, really.

Why's that?

He was taken to the St. Luke's emergency
room two days ago.

Some sort of freak accident at home.

An electrical fire or something. His
whole back was burned horribly, they

Is this the address?

Professor, I could have worked better
than that.

I'm happy you haven't completely
forgotten about me.

I was about to add starvation to my list
of ailments.

What's for lunch? Let's see.

I think it was turkey meatloaf, mashed
potatoes, and green jello.

But they're only up to room 12.

It's going to be a while.

Who are you?

Just think of me as the library police.

What?

It's overdue.

As you can see, it's damaged.

Where did you get that?

Tell me, which of your lipstick -wearing
undergrads?

Check this book out.

You're a cop, aren't you?

Why do you say that?

Well, the coat's a little weird, but
it's that look of desperation.

And the eye is devoid of life. Who else
but the LAPD would pay your salary?

You'd be surprised.

I checked out the book.

Oh, so I suppose those second -degree
burns on your back are self -inflicted.

No, it was my microwave.

It didn't take to boil in the bag
asparagus.

I turned around and the damn thing
exploded all over me.

Professor, tell me about Bertrand de
Bourne.

I have nothing more to say to you.

I read your book.

Us library police have a lot of time on
our hands.

Now let me see if I got this right. He
was a 12th century troubadour.

A warrior poet, right?

But before he died, he decided to make
up for a life of sex and violence

by becoming a monk.

Is that right?

You might want to consider that.

We'll talk later when you're feeling
better.

Enjoy the jello.

Hi, Suzanne.

Hi, Suzanne.

Dearest, it's been 47 hours, 32 minutes,
20 seconds since I last touched you.

Wow.

I'm not really sure what I'm doing here.

I mean, usually I would just go to the
church.

Why aren't you at the church now?

Seems like all the magazines, all the TV
shows.

Seems like this is where you get help
now. Where you confess your sins.

That's what I need. To confess and give
a candle. Take the relic of St.

Gerard to keep on my person day and
night.

Making a cross over my womb.

Are you taking any medication?

No.

Why?

Why don't you just go on and tell me
more?

Well...

The other night I was with this man.

I have very strong feelings for him.

I love him.

And I wanted to be... You wanted to make
love with him. Yes.

That's exactly what I wanted.

And I think that's what he wanted, too.

I know it is.

But then... It happens.

What happens?

I...

He comes near me.

Touches me.

And the fire.

The fire?

You mean passion?

Isn't that what you want?

You don't... I can't.

I'm so angry.

I'm so angry and hot.

It's like that day...

What day?

I'm four.

Look, I want to help you.

We have to face this head on.

It's tremendously important that you
tell me what happened on that day.

What you think, what you feel about it.

I don't think I could do that.

You can do anything you put your mind
to.

I used to smoke. I smoked for 25 years.

I quit six months ago and I haven't
looked back.

Can I help you?

Sir, you're not supposed to be in a
university building without a student or

staff ID.

How about a police ID?

Oh, how about that?

Not bad.

Did something happen to your officer
that I'm not aware of?

Could be.

What's your name?

Carl. Carl. What do you do here, Carl?

RM, sir.

Resident monitor.

Right.

There's probably not much that goes on
around here you don't know about.

Yeah, well, I thought so, until you
showed up.

Couldn't you tell me about a student on
this floor named Valerie Suzanne?

Yeah, I know her.

Yeah?

She's scary.

Scary how?

You know, just...

Scary. Hold on.

Susanna, here it is.

She's into death metal.

She's one of those black magic kind of
girls.

There's strong suspicion that she
sacrificed to marry Chadley's cat,

the dorm roof last Friday.

Nice girl.

How long has she been a student there?
She just transferred here a few weeks

ago, sir. Major?

Medieval studies.

So, um, what's the deal, officer? I
mean, just...

What you want it for?

It's an old crime.

Where's your room?

In the hall on the right -hand side,
sir.

You'll know when you get there.

A nice, nice rum.

Old Rocky Todd.

Rokey L. Meninde. I feel this one.

Loser.

Nice, nice rum.

Old Rocky Todd.

Rokey L.

Meninde. Ow!

Damn it!

You're alive.

Stay away from me! I'm sorry.

Stay away!

No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare
you. What are you doing in my room?

I didn't mean to... I'm calling the
police. No, I am the police, all right?

the police.

I'm a detective, all right?

Okay? I just needed to ask you some
questions, and I didn't mean to scare

much. I'm sorry.

About what?

These yours?

How did you get these?

Did John show you these?

What a pig!

No, it's just...

Part of the ongoing investigation, all
right?

A few nights ago, Professor Albright was
attacked.

Unfortunately, you're one of the
suspects.

What?

Oh, great.

So, uh, so what did John tell you? That
I'm some kind of psycho stalker or

something?

Well, you know, he's got a point.

Hey, I am totally nonviolent, all right?

Now, I was just trying to put a curse on
his arrogant ass.

I see.

You know, there is no law against
worshipping the devil.

No?

Why'd you do that?

Because we're in the middle of a
conversation, aren't we?

Not as 69 and later.

What?

Star 69 pervert.

You know, it dials back whoever just
called you.

Huh.

Um, so when was the last time you saw
Albright out of, you know, class?

Oh, um... Do you mind?

No, um... Over a year ago.

He's the reason why I transferred here.

I really thought I loved the guy.

He was just so brilliant, you know?

So what happened?

He didn't quite go for the black magic?

I found out that he has sex with
everything that moves.

So I decided to do the same thing and
make him jealous so he'll come running

back to me.

It didn't work.

The black magic came afterwards.

Well...

Keep up the good work.

God,

there you are. I've been waiting for
these painkillers for the last hour.

I'm sorry, John.

Nurse?

Nurse?

Somebody help.

We have to set up things.

Okay, how about the voice?

Excuse me?

The nurse said she heard voices, plural.
So describe the voice.

This person who allegedly spoke these
allegedly threatening words to you, if

couldn't see their face, describe the
voice. Was it male or female?

I couldn't tell.

You couldn't tell.

All I know is that it was the same
voice. Right, I know. The same voice as

person who snuck into your house and set
you on fire in your living room on

Saturday night, at which time you were
also unable to get a good look at them.

Why didn't you tell us the truth about
the first incident?

I told you I was scared.

They threatened to come back and finish
the job.

I need police protection, Detective Ash.

Professor, you are obviously a very
intelligent man, so...

Could you explain something to me?

What?

If this person were here, alone with you
in this room, why not finish it?

Why not strike a match and turn you into
the Human Torch, hmm?

Take the stone!

What are you doing here?

Sergeant Ash.

I didn't recognize you.

Just getting a physical.

Really? You look like you're in pretty
good shape to me.

Thanks.

Thanks, but actually I'm in a mess.

You know, it's all those years on the
force.

Bad back.

Low blood pressure.

Practically dead.

Well. It was nice to see you.

Maybe we'll see each other again
sometime.

I bet on it.

And I concur with Dr. Albright's
contentions that these extreme issues of

and violence were at the very root of
much of this literature.

Now, the church itself did try to
repress some of these writings, but they

tried to address some of the problems.

Papal orders protecting those that were
at risk for falling prey to the chaotic

violence of the times.

Like hell they did.

Excuse me?

That's not how it was.

They only tried to protect their own.

Prelates and chaplains. They never
defended those who remained in their own

homes. They never issued one of their
worthless pieces of parchment.

For the serfs or the freeholders or even
the guildsfolk, simple.

People who are trying to feed their
families.

People who were destroyed at will.

You know, I think what I'm going to do
is just go ahead and end class early

today.

And remember your assignments, okay?

And we'll just finish this discussion
next.

Hey.

Hey, that was really weird what you said
in class.

Intense weird, I mean. Cool weird.

You ought to be teaching that course,
not taking it.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I signed up for Professor Albright's
class, actually. I stuck with that loser

instead.

I was going to drop the class, but... My
name's Gwendolyn.

My name's Todd.

It's nice to meet you, Gwen.

Yeah, Gwen.

So, how do you know so much about
medieval literature anyway?

think one of your students did this to
you.

Now, I know you couldn't care less about
protecting her.

You only want to protect yourself from a
scandal.

You know what? I don't care.

I just need her name.

I'm a police officer.

I tried to tell something important to a
man I cared about.

It was supposed to help me overcome a
problem.

Did it work?

He didn't even listen to me.

I find that hard to believe.

It's the problem anyway.

Todd, are you ever afraid?

Sure.

When I was a kid, I was afraid of the
water.

What are you afraid of, Glenn?

Never getting out of hell.

You're not in now.

Yes, I am.

Still, I thought I'd escape.

But the truth is, nothing's changed.

And that's what hell is.

Everything you want is just out of
reach.

You can smell it.

Your fingers can almost touch it.

But it's like you're stuck in mud.

Unable to move.

Forever.

What are you reaching for, Clem?

Love.

but the same thing keeps happening over
and over.

Gwen, it's obvious you're not taking the
medication I prescribed.

That's not true. I have.

What dosage?

All of it. That's impossible.

If you take it all of it, you'd be dead.

I am dead!

Gwen, I've

been dead since that morning.

The morning when the young squires came,
three lances of them

came to take our oxen, burn our home.

And after they had their way with me

and left me in a pool of their filth, I

cried from the hour.

of complain to the hour of vigils.

I look for help, but the reverend
master, he

turned his gaze away from me for the air
of the baron's household, that the

pastor, young noblemen having their fun,
said the sheriffs.

So,

I took a torch made from soiled rags
that had been my clothes, and

I burned them.

All.

The boys, their families, fathers,

mothers, sisters, brothers.

I burned them all.

You don't have any idea what I'm talking
about.

Do you?

Do you?

Gwen, I think I do.

You were raped.

I can't.

It's a loft.

I'll be across the street all night.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Is it just
you?

Yeah. Well, what happens if you have to
go to the bathroom or something?

Look, you're not the president.

So just deal with it.

Need some help?

You stay away from me. I'll call the
police. They're right outside.

How's your back, Professor?

It still hurts.

But it doesn't hurt as much as this.

See this?

See this?

20 -year -old kid.

Pre -med student from Jersey City.

He was also in your class. You probably
don't remember him because he didn't

wear a skirt.

He was boiled alive.

My God.

I didn't force her or hurt her or
anything. You've got to believe me.

name?

Gwen Dubar.

Where can I find her?

I have no idea. We never went to her
place.

She did say something about a school
psychiatrist.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

A police officer.

Looking for one of your patients. Going
to the bar?

You're about 20 minutes too late.

Do you know where she went?

If you're a cop, you should know all
about the doctor -patient privilege.

Doctor...

This woman put one man in the hospital
and killed another one.

She's going to kill again.

And if you know where she is and you
don't do anything about it, then you're

responsible.

For all I know, she could be hitching a
ride to Camelot on Sir Galahad's white

horse. She's completely delusional.

She's channeling past lives.

I'm sure it's due to post -traumatic
stress.

The aftermath of a rape.

What? You heard me.

she be lying?

No. Not this one.

You sure?

I do this for a living.

She's crying out to be healed and the
sad truth is I can't help her.

Doctor, it's not always true, is it?
What do you mean?

I mean...

Some women who experience this are
helped.

You know, before they invented the
elevator, I had to walk all the way from

hell. Glad to hear it.

Second thoughts, Ezekiel?

Can't you find someone else to torture?

Millions of them. They can wait.

Everyone's in such a rush.

I say, stop and smell the burning flesh
of sinners.

Something of a quandary, isn't it?

Dear, sweet Gwendolyn.

condemned to hell for taking the lives
of those who took her innocence, as well

as the lives of their family and
friends. Of course, even you didn't go

far. But then, of course, it wasn't you
who was raped, was it, Detective?

I won't do it.

I beg your pardon?

You heard me.

We don't play dealer's choice, Mr.
Stone.

113 wayward children sent back to my
loving embrace, or one bereaved husband

whose heart was in the wrong place, will
wake one morning to find himself easily

replaced. You fill me by choice,
Ezekiel, and I'll find someone to

shatter the windows to your soul, to
destroy your eyes.

And once you're sucked back home, I'll
put you through 113 times the hell you

knew during the first 15 years of our
relationship. And it will never, ever

Excuse me.

Ma 'am, you're going to have to take it
somewhere else.

John, it's time to finish what we
started.

Make

sure

you get the interior, too, please.

Can you stop for me, please?

Yep, he's done. You get a good shot in
there, too.

excuse me a detective you should be here
for a second all right so we need that

Hi.

Hi.

You look sad.

Why? Well, it's nothing.

I really don't want to talk about it.

Me talking.

I want you.

Now.

just like you said, and it's paradise.

Gwen, we have to talk.

I want you to come back in.

Don't you understand, Doctor? This is
what I called to tell you.

I'm cured.

Gwen?

She hung up.

Do you have, uh, Star 69?

I haven't been used to that.

Really?

How old do you think I am?

18?

19?

You're only off by 600 years.

someplace.

I have a brief to prepare tonight.

It has to be ready first thing in the
morning.

Hey, damn it.

You get my dry cleaning bill, man.

Sorry.

I'll be right back.

What?

No, not at all.

not as young as i look

maybe

we should go someplace good idea

Not much.

you something.

I'm married.

I don't care.

That's not the point.

A few years ago, my wife was raped.

I did horrible things to her.

To us.

And I wanted to

So I did.

And afterward, I paid for it.

Why are you telling me these things?

Because I want you to know that I
understand.

Listen.

You're a man.

I'm a woman.

We can love each other.

We're both human.

Not anymore.

They sent you to take me back.

It's not right. I've suffered enough.

I'm sorry.

He said you understand.

I'm not a witch or a monster.

They were the demons.

I'll show you what an evil piece of ass
I really am.

The hell's going on out here?

Where's Lolita?

We had a falling out.