All language subtitles for brimstone_s01e04_encore

You know, this may actually be the
hottest place this side of hell, as our

record -melting heatwave just keeps
right on climbing. All right, now let's

our way back 15 years as we listen to
the hottest hit of 1983.

I walk along the city streets you used
to walk along with me.

And every step I take reminds me of just
how you used to be.

Oh, how can I? I think we're going to be
fine this year. I cannot believe that

you just said that. I'm not saying Kenny
O 'Brien is the next Joe Namath. I'm

just saying the kid's got a hell of an
arm. No, I'm just saying he's got a hell

of an arm. I just wish they'd trade it
off for Elway.

Elway's overrated.

Overrated? Or at least Dan Marino.

Marino? Yeah.

Let's go.

Go up and get her, you bum. When have
you ever known my wife to be late for a

Jets game?

Maybe she's pissed because I'm moving to
Jersey.

I am.

We're going. We're going.

Republican women won state Senate seats.

The minority leader of the Senate is
here at my table. Rosalind!

Rosalind!

Don't... Don't touch me.

Rosalind.

Rosalind.

The scene last night at Mile High
Stadium in Denver was one Bronco fans

soon forget. It was there that a
frenzied crowd of 65 ,000 plus stood and

as John Elway led his Broncos to an
incredible sudden death overtime victory

over Dan Marino's Dolphins in a game
destined to go down as an all -time

led by these two future Hall of Famers.

Shows you what I know.

The nation's leading research facilities
say more than 1 ,000...

Thanks to global warming, it gets more
and more comfortable for me up here

day.

Have a seat.

But you don't have the weather on your
mind, do you, Mrs. Stone?

You're thinking about something else,
about a certain day 15 years ago.

Get out of my head.

As if you could wrap your brain in
barbed wire to keep me out.

Ooh, that is a delightful image,
however.

What do you want?

Your every waking moment consumed with
holding up your end of our bargain.

Man's gotta eat. A living man, perhaps.
But for you, this would be classified as

recreation.

Like these idle thoughts of yours,
replaying that sweet bygone day over and

as if expecting a different outcome.

Some people would call that insane.

Yeah, what would they call having a
conversation with the devil over

The outcome won't change, Ezekiel.

Your beloved wife was raped. You
murdered the man who did it, and now

dead.

Defunct.

I would think after 15 years you'd
accept that.

I would.

You know, we've been calling this your
second chance, but have I made it clear

to you that it's also your last?

With over a hundred of my escaped souls
still roaming the planet, I expect a lot

more passion from you in Brazilian.

Passion?

Yes, sir.

Whoops. The rape victim, a 27 -year -old
newlywed, was treated overnight and

released. Police say the break -in and
her assault is the first to be reported

in this area.

It happened only three weeks after the
victim and her husband were thrown home

from their honeymoon.

Police say if you have any information
on the suspect... To succeed in this,

must employ the same rage that brought
you to me in the beginning.

Like that.

Excuse me. Have you looked in his eye?

Familiar? No?

The despair?

The anger?

Oh, I can smell it from here.

Smells like, um...

I was a cop.

My wife was raped. I got 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. Time to give it that let's do.

It's me, Ma. It's just me. Oh, dear God,
Gil.

I'm sorry.

You just can't sneak up on me like that.

You used to like it.

Well, I used to be younger.

I forget.

You look the same to me.

Butter me up now.

No, I mean it.

Better with age, even.

Oh, sweet Gil. I guess I'm just not all
the way used to having you back with me.

Not that I'm ungrateful.

But what I did to deserve the miracle of
you coming back, I will never know.

Maybe it's God's way of saying thanks
for keeping his roses so pretty.

That is a lovely thought.

Then that's why I'm back.

Well, I don't care anyway as long as
I've got my little boy back.

Oh, look at that. Damn birds.

Get out. Shoot.

Those little pests still bothering you,
Ma?

Leaving their messes all over my pretty
flowers.

On yours too, I bet.

No, they don't bother me too much.

So how'd you do today? Finding enough
work?

One thing that'll never change.

People too lazy to mow their own lawns.

Three new accounts I got.

Well, good for you, boy.

Look at that.

And how are you faring out there in this
dreadful heat?

Heat?

Well, my word, Gil, it's 100 degrees in
the shade.

Now promise me you'll take care of
yourself out there in this awful sun.

I promise, Mom.

Are you all right over there, Ev? I
heard hollering. Oh, fine, Mary. Just my

Gil sneaking up on me. I thought you
said your son was dead.

She means I'm like a son to her.

Nice meeting you, Mary.

Look, Detective.

I have a wife in there crying her eyes
out to some counselor she hardly knows,

while me she can barely even look at.

So don't be telling me you know how I
feel.

My wife was raped a few years ago.

What, does that put me in some kind of
club now?

Look, all I'm saying is don't go after
the guy who did this. I know it's his

boyfriend of hers.

I know it.

Two restraining orders we've had on this
jealous bastard.

Son of a bitch.

Deserves to suffer.

He'll suffer.

Just don't go there with him.

Where?

Look, all I'm saying is take care of
your wife.

You're no good to her in jail.

You're dead.

Laura Miller.

I'm a rape counselor with the Community
Crisis Center.

The detective's telling this to me. Oh,
Janice.

You just have to be patient with her,
Tim.

You can go in.

Detective, I counsel partners of great
victims, too.

Forgive me over hearing.

Yeah.

It was a long time ago.

How is your wife now?

You know,

I really don't think that's any of your
business.

Yeah, you gotta understand, Mom. The big
man upstairs, there's one of his

miracles publicized.

Oh.

So I did wrong introducing you to Mary.

Well, he won't take you back, will he?
No, no.

As long as we keep it between us, I'm
here to stay.

No way do I want to go back.

But heaven's a wonderful place, isn't
it, Gail? You almost sound like it's

Well, don't get me wrong, Ma.

I mean, heaven's great.

Big clouds, angels strumming their
harps, the whole bit.

It's just that... Well, you're not
there.

And I miss you.

That is the sweetest thing.

Just think, a second chance for my boy.
That's right, Mom, a fresh start.

And believe me, your boy's making the
best of it.

Mrs.

Nowak, I'm Detective Stone.

I was talking to your husband out front
on the porch.

Another one?

Look, I think she's seen enough cops
today.

I'm sure she has.

Do you mind if I looked around?

Go ahead.

And wore gloves.

Yeah. And a mask.

An awful devil mask.

Must have put up quite a fight.

Didn't hurt him any.

Not until I caught his face in his eyes.

Then he went crazy.

This ex -boyfriend.

How long have you known him?

We split two years ago, but it wasn't
him right now.

Why are you protecting him? I'm not
protecting anybody. I would just know if

was him.

How can you be so sure?

Because I am.

How? How? How could you know? Don't ask
me that. I just know, okay?

Watch the eyes, baby.

Listen, listen.

It's gonna take time. You're not gonna
get past this in one day, Janice.

Detective Stone.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Yeah, I, um...

I'm sorry your door was open. I'm glad
you came.

Will you take off that coat? You must be
dying in that thing.

Is that you?

Yeah. You like boxing? Yeah.

You box other women?

So far.

I haven't been really following sports
much lately.

I guess not.

Now, if you have a seat inside, I was
just showing Janice out. No, no, I was

actually here to see Janice. I went by
her house. No one was there, so... He

wasn't home?

No.

You know, I see him get angrier and
angrier, and nothing I say

seems to make a difference and
nothing...

He's his to me.

It makes a difference, either.

I'm Laura Miller.

I just wanted to ask you a few more
questions.

I pretty much told you everything I told
the other detectives.

No. Oh, no.

Another victim.

Same M .O.

I'll talk to you later.

Detective, you're welcome to come with
me.

Come on.

You're going to have to do it again.

No, no, no, no. No,

I am telling you, if that goes on the
report, I am not signing it. All right?

Hey.

Who's this?

Detective Stone.

A few miles north of your jurisdiction,
aren't you, detective?

I suppose.

It's okay, Cal. He's with me.

All right. Come here.

The NOAC woman.

Samples we took from her fingernails.
The labs came back. I'm quoting you,

They say the samples were an inert
matter with a molecular structure of

flesh. Inert matter?

Yeah, it's science double -talked to
avoid saying that the tissue was... It's

not... What?

Living, all right?

They're saying that the tissue wasn't
alive.

It's been dead a long time, as a matter
of fact.

That's crazy.

You're telling me. First thing tomorrow,
I ain't personally having those lab

guys pee in a cup.

Well, I should be getting in there.

Yeah. Her name's Marie Topekian. She's
34.

Husband's away on business. Breaking and
entering.

Devil mask, just like the last time.
Which probably clears the NOAC woman's

jealous ex -boyfriend.

Uh, Detective Stone, wait here.

It's with the coat.

What are you, in the French Foreign
Legion or something?

I guess I, uh, just cold -blooded.

Um, that report, it could be published?

Not if I can help it.

And I'd appreciate it if you don't say
anything about it.

No, of course not.

I was going to believe it anyway, right?

Yeah. Unless you pair the lab screw -up
with what this latest victim says.

What'd she say?

She claimed she pumped two rounds into
the guy. Point blank.

Didn't even slow him down.

Could be PCP.

Yeah.

Not for the two spent shells.

Not a drop of blood would be found.

Thinking about her vest.

I'm hoping.

I want to be retiring early.

I'll take her in my car.

How am I going to get my ring back?

He stole my wedding band.

Oh, beautiful.

Collector we got now.

Tooken memento from each of his victims.

Because Janice and I weren't taking.

Not that she reported.

And that's not something you leave out,
is it?

Yeah, it's Cal.

Yeah, they're heading in.

Was it him? Is it the same guy?

Can I take a look at your hands?

What?

Just show me your hands.

What is it?

What is it?

This is a weird question. Do you have
anyone, someone who does your lawns?

Landscaper?

Gardener? Sure, yeah. For a few weeks
now.

George.

George what?

I don't know. Smith?

Maybe I pay him in cash.

Are you thinking it's him? I don't know.

He took hers too, didn't he?

Her ring, he took it too.

This is, um, junk jewelry.

Tim hasn't noticed yet, but, uh, it was
his mom's ring.

Are you okay?

What's the matter?

Stay here, just...

You!

cancer raped my wife get away from him

i

wonder

which one is gilbert

jacks

Thou should not steal, Darnell.

Oh, you know it's me.

You're blind.

And yet I see.

Now a better man would simply ask for
another robe.

May I have one, please?

No.

You may have two.

Thank you.

Father Horne.

You take this stone.

I didn't know where else to go.

Come.

We should all take the violation of
women so personally.

It's more than that.

How?

I should never have come in.

I was never very comfortable in church.

I have a sense about you, detective.

Without the gift of listening, really
listening, I might have missed it

altogether.

Don't be afraid to confide in me.

Yeah, I think his name was George Smith.

Yeah, I know Smith.

He outbid me on a job up in Pelham.

Some lady.

When? When was that?

This morning.

Look, I don't like the guy, but I just
turn the other cheek.

Let the good Lord deal with him.

Got an address?

You bet.

So after George mowed your lawn, did he
happen to ask for a glass of water?

Well, it was like a desert out here. How
could I say no?

She let him in.

Just in the vestibule. I mean, he stayed
right here, I'm pretty sure.

Mind if we check your windows?

You could tell me what this is all
about.

You know, my husband, he said that he
was going to mow that lawn for years. He

never mowed the lawn. So I decided to
hire someone to do it for me. And my

friend told me about this guy named
George.

That's weird.

Why? We usually keep this locked.

You know, then again, my husband, he was
supposed to lock it before he left.

He's not always the handiest guy around.

Where is your husband?

His mother's.

Any chance you could join him there?

Oh, no, no. See, his mother and I, we
don't get along.

I don't think we got along well with my
in -laws either.

You want to tell me what this is all
about?

Well, there's a serial rapist loose, and
your George is one of the suspects.

You think you could bury your mother -in
-law for a night?

Yeah.

Sure.

Having trouble, Jax?

Stone!

I like the mask.

Nice touch.

Where the hell did you come from?

Where you're going back to.

Whoa!

That was different.

And you went to hell for killing me?

Almost makes my last 15 years
worthwhile.

What's wrong, Zeke? They changed the
rules on you? Looks like the eyes don't

have it today, huh?

Hey,

Zeke, don't feel so lucky!

My turn, Zeke! My turn!

So long, buddy.

Now it's my job to send all the damn
souls back to hell.

The devil.

He appears to you as a man.

Oh, yeah.

Looks a lot like a kid I beat the crap
out of in sixth grade. I'm sure that's

purpose. You realize if what you say is
true, you've just turned my lifetime of

Roman Catholic faith into reality.

I hate to burst your bubble, Father, but
when I gathered, no one was down there

for eating meat on Fridays.

That was never a mortal sin.

At the very least, if, as you say, the
devil exists, that would absolutely

confirm the existence of God.

I suppose.

I never met him. If I could believe
everything that you're telling me, This

would be a remarkable day. No, Father,
this is a day on which another woman is

going to be raped by a man who can't be
kicked, punched, stabbed, or shot.

But you just told me, destroy the eyes
and the damn get sent back to hell. It's

supposed to work.

It's not working that way now for some
reason. I don't know why.

I wish I could help you, Ezekiel.

You know, the first time I killed him, I
was so angry, so enraged.

Now, 15 years later,

it's just not the same.

This rage, was it soothed by killing
this Gilbert Jackson?

Did you feel any relief at all?

What do you want to hear? What do you
want to hear?

You want to hear that I enjoyed it?

That I took pleasure in it?

You bet I did.

Then that was your true sin.

Almost there.

You a friend or a relative?

Neither. So why are you here?

Let's just say he had a big influence on
my life.

Who brings the flowers?

His mom.

Every week for 15 years.

That's the worst, you know.

Parents outlive the children.

No.

Maybe it is.

You look dead on your feet.

Want a ride?

Now, let me guess. You're angry about
the eyes, right?

Upset, confused.

You're thinking, here I am, average
working stiff, trying to do my job, and

boss is screwing with me. Am I right?

You've changed the rules.

It's my game. I can do what I want.

How do I take him out?

Have you no sense of sport?

I haven't really changed the rules. I've
just added a little twist.

Just this once.

Because this one is personal, isn't it,
Mr. Stone?

A little twist.

What if I just quit?

You're on dirty work.

What a big fat lie you just told,
Ezekiel. You couldn't possibly quit now,

with Gilbert Jacks back doing what he
does best.

Not that you have much of a chance of
stopping him anyway.

Though I do appreciate the spirit behind
the attempt.

Denial.

pride, self -righteousness.

Who knows? Maybe the next time we bump
into each other, we'll be back home.

May the worst man win.

Jackson. Who are you? A friend of Gil's
from work. Oh, dear God.

Is he hurt?

No, he's fine.

We were going to grab a bite later
together. Tell me to meet him here.

Oh, well, please come on in.

I always like meeting Gil's young
friends.

Mr. Smith.

George Smith.

Really?

Well, you know, He worked with another
George Smith in the city years ago.

Don't tell me.

Well, you're much better looking than he
was.

Honey, go on in.

I'm afraid that Gil ran with a rather
shady crowd back then.

You're not into the drugs, are you?

Too much to live for.

Now that's the message I want Gil to
receive every single day.

In my heart, I know he's determined to
be a much better person this time

I mean now.

A much better person now.

Certainly trying.

Well, why don't you sit down? I'm going
to get you a glass of my iced tea.

It really beats the heat.

You'll see.

Thank you. Funny, I haven't heard that
Mrs. Jax in such a long time.

I went back to my maiden name after...
Gil's father left us.

He died?

Not soon enough.

That wasn't a very nice thing to say,
but he ran out on us just after that

picture was taken.

I'm sorry.

Well, now, George, you go ahead and sit
down.

Yes, he... He took my wedding ring one
day, and he said he wanted to clean it.

Huh.

Well, he got enough money to run off to
Mexico with this Jezebel from the

office. A married one, too.

I bet she wouldn't let him pawn one of
her rings.

Why'd you leave the picture out? Well,
you tried to give your children a sense

of family.

I never wanted to show Gil how bitter I
was about everything.

I didn't have much success considering.

I'm just dithering.

Well, that was then, Georgie.

My Gil is a good boy at heart.

And he's going to prove that to
everybody. You'll see.

I'm sure.

Come home!

Speak of the devil.

Oh, hello, sweetness.

Your friend Georgie Smith and I are
having the nicest chat.

Well, that's interesting, Ma, since
George Smith died three months before I

No, no, the new Georgie from work.

He's in the living room. Oh, is that so?
The new Georgie from work.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, his hair was not again!

Stone,

you bring my Ma into this?

Get in the bedroom. No!

Jack? Oh,

my dead body.

Oh, yeah?

We got two here already. I'd be happy to
arrange for a third.

Huh?

What's the matter?

Oh.

Looking for this?

Huh? Do I want to arrange right here?

Are you going to shoot me? Come on, pal.
Are you going to shoot me because I

raped your wife? Come on, I raped your
wife. She liked it. Get out of here,

Nowak. Nowak, get out of here.

Which one of these is yours?

Huh? Did I ever tell you that your wife
was one of the best?

And you know why she was so good?

Because I think she really got into it.
You know what I mean? I think she liked

it. Let me ask you a question. Did you
guys ever do it again after we were

together? You know, after we, you know,
did you do it? Huh?

Oh!

Are you some kind of angel?

Well, you just hadn't changed one bit.

Send back to heaven where he belongs.

Right?

Nice work, Mr. Stone. See how effective
a little anger can be?

Now that's the old Zeke Stone I've been
looking for.

I bet you enjoyed the show.

Didn't you?

I mean, what could be better than
killing your worst enemy than killing

twice? I don't like being manipulated.

You should thank me. You needed a little
boost? Some fire in your belly?

You always gotta be playing games with
me.

What do you expect, Mr. Stone? I'm the
devil.