All language subtitles for brimstone_s01e05_slayer

Careful, hombre. That's salsa habanero.

Liquid fire.

I've had harder.

I bet you have.

Excuse me.

Can I ask you a question about your
food?

Huh? You fool what you're eating.

I mean, a man like yourself could sample
any taste in the entire world, but

choose not to eat it all.

But instead, you spend your time in this
hellhole.

I know you.

I heard an incredible story the other
day from a man I met on the street.

Just like you and me.

Imagine that, you and me.

You know him.

I'd love to sit here and chat with you
all day, but I'm only trying to watch

game. He told of a tear in the fabric of
the underworld.

A tear through which over a hundred
damned souls made their way back to the

world of the living.

Not only one thing stands between each
of them and whatever they desire.

What's that?

Another dead man set to roam the earth.

He was a policeman, they say.

Highly decorated.

With a beautiful wife.

Who left as a widow.

Now his task is to track down each of
these escapees, one by one, and send

back.

Sounds like a real tough guy.

A worthy opponent, especially for one of
the runners.

A legendary soldier named Hastrebo
Scaris.

A slayer of men who killed hundreds of
enemies during his lifetime.

What was it? Hastrebo what?

Hastrebo. Ooh, scary.

I have them all, Scott.

Never heard of them.

You notice how the blades are exactly as
far apart as your eyes?

Coffee?

No, I don't waste my time with food and
drink.

Look, let me ask you something.

If this, um, has your balloon, whatever,
suppose you did catch this poor idiot

whose job it is to take him back.

Why not just take the sap out right
away? Why sit there and piss him off by

breathing all over his dinner?

If I destroy the hunter, another will
surely be sent to take his place.

On the other hand, If we were to join
forces, my

brains and your looks, we could take
what we want when we want it.

We could live life without worrying
about the one thing all men fear.

What if I, um, let's say no.

Instead of a truce war?

Yeah, how about that?

Well, war is a surprising animal.

It preys on the fighters, but often the
innocents suffer as well.

It bothers you.

Innocent suffering.

Yeah, it bothers me.

You know what bothers me more?

The smirk on your face.

Yeah, some punk looked at me like that
when I was walking the beat.

I smashed him against a brick wall.

I was a cop.

When my wife was raised, 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 and 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 down as doom.

Now that was a close call.

How does it feel to be in the eye of the
storm?

Nerve -wracking?

Oh, look at the bright side, Mr. Stone.
At least that soul of yours is still in

one piece.

Though how long it will stay that way is
anyone's guess.

Thanks for your concern.

Let me be honest.

If... Astro Ball Scaris, right?

Scaris. Is powerful enough to send you
flying back into my loving embrace, then

I have to admit, I picked the wrong man
for this little gig.

Has anyone ever told you you're a pain
in the ass?

Good.

Nice show of bravado, but you know what
they say.

The one who makes the most noise is
really afraid of his own shadow.

Hmm?

Detective.

You know, if that cut had been just one
centimeter deeper into your eye, I don't

think it would have healed as quickly.

And then if Scorus had gotten the other
eye, too, well, time to put your head

between your legs and kiss your soul
goodbye.

This is the best I could do.

This is unfamiliar.

This blade is definitely pre -classical.

Hittite or Philistine.

But Hasdrubal, that's a Carthaginian
name, dating from later, the period of

Punic Wars.

For someone who barely survived high
school history.

Around 200 BC.

You see, there were actually three
separate wars fought between Rome and

Carthage. What can you tell me about
these Carthaginians?

Well, they were Rome's archenemy.

bloodthirsty mercenaries from all over
North Africa and Europe.

Their ranks even included Celtic
guerrillas who could blend seamlessly

terrain. They were famous for taking no
prisoners and delighted in the slaughter

of innocent bystanders. They even had
Libyan elephant archers who drove their

enemies' horses insane with their
pachyderm smell.

Well, then I want to know.

So you say they can blend into the
landscape.

Well... Not anymore.

There are no more Carthaginians. The
Romans wiped their civilization off the

face of the earth more than 2 ,000 years
ago.

I would explain why I've only met one.

Is that you, Detective Stone?

Father Horn.

What the hell are you doing here?

Am I mistaken?

Or was that a gun you were pointing at
my face?

How'd you find me?

A young detective named Kane from the
11th Precinct.

Perhaps you remember him.

He remembers you.

You know, that elevator's broken.

I had to take the stairs.

It's quite a walk.

Mind if I sit down?

You walk all the way from New York?

I considered it.

But my archdiocese has a good deal with
Greyhound.

Look, Father, I'm sorry I almost shot
you.

But I'd feel a lot better if you'd just
get out of here.

First you tried to kill me.

Now you're trying to protect me. You've
just got to leave.

On one condition.

You'll come to my new parish sometime.

Just to talk.

Shoot the breeze.

You can't miss it.

One of the only churches next to the
airport.

Right.

All right, I'll call you.

Hey. It's Claudio.

Back to Samoa.

Yeah?

When?

This morning. Yesterday was his last
day.

Listen, last night I told Claudio not to
let anyone up to my room.

Right?

Anyone. Yeah, but not even a blind
priest?

I'll put it to you this way.

Not even God.

Who are you ducking?

IRS, INS, DEA, CIA, FBI, ATF.

You want to know the truth?

Yeah.

Actually, he's an ancient Carthaginian
warrior.

We interrupt our regular programming to
bring you this special news report. In a

terrible twist of irony, the victim
herself was a policeman's widow.

The grisly message scrawled beside her
body in her own blood.

They vicked us.

An ancient Latin phrase which translates
as, woe to the vanquished. The brutal,

apparently motiveless slaying of a...

I

understand it.

What are you staring at, detective? Been
that long?

Longer. Just may have you beaten that
department.

Mind if I join you?

Please do.

Don't you ever eat?

Not when I'm alone.

Let me guess, you're not here to see me.

You have some questions about a case,
right?

Could be.

Cop's widow, huh?

Right.

How'd you figure that?

Oh, I see you. I start reaching for the
weird file.

So, what can you tell me about it?

Why am I talking to you again?

So you can eat again.

Well, it was pretty grisly. She was
killed with something called a quarrel.

a crossbow arrow.

What can you tell me about her?

27, former beauty queen. She married her
high school sweetheart who had four

years of service before he was gunned
down. So, um, what are we ordering?

Chicken salad, no mayo.

What else can you tell me about her?

Ah, her husband.

He didn't die alone.

What do you mean?

He was one of four officers killed in a
bank robbery turned firefight in Mar

Vista. Worst one -day casualty count of
the department's recent memory.

Rough.

You know, they formed a group, the
widows of that day.

Did it on their own, wouldn't take any
union funding or anything.

They call themselves Blue Survivors.

You know, you ought to try the fries.

I hear they're really good here.

Hey!

The innocent suffer as well.

I'm as close to you as death is to the
best.

But I'm not here to kiss you still.

I'm here to ask you one last time.

Put your hand in mine.

We'll strive this earth together.

How would you say kicking ass and taking
names?

Mrs. Gelson could be the last blue
survivor we claim as a victim.

On the other hand, if the casualty list
mentions, well,

there's one policeman's widow I'm sure
you don't want me to find.

But how could you warn your wife I was
coming without leading me straight to

doorstep?

A typical dilemma worthy of a great
general's attention.

Personally, I don't care much for
generals.

I followed one across the Mediterranean,
up the Alps, and all over the Italian

peninsula, only to be deserted by him in
the end.

No more ransom to Satan.

No more being the devil's lackey.

One last chance.

Oh, look.

More lambs for the slaughter.

Freeze!

The

suspect,

reported to be over six feet tall, well
built, with sandy hair, was

identified... I don't understand.

Why can't you find this guy?

He used a copy of last night's news, and
there's a suspect caught on home video.

He just killed Randall Gelson's widow
and then entered a patrol room while

making his escape.

What's that?

Well, his name's Stone.

You know him?

Claimed he was a New York cop.

You didn't check him out?

He seemed legit to me. What can I say?

Really?

You didn't jump his bones, did you?

Oh, now, counselor, don't take your
sexual frustrations out on me. Let's try

keep this professional, shall we?

Okay. Let me rephrase the question.

Do you have any personal conflict of
interest that disqualifies you from this

case? No, not at all.

All right. Thank you.

I'm going to nail him.

Gina Breaker?

That's me. What can I help you with?

I need to talk to you about Susan
Kelson.

What?

I just can't believe it.

She was like a favorite aunt or uncle.

After it happened, she spent all of her
time down at the police station,

bringing in homemade lunches, baking
cakes, doing whatever she could for

boys down at the division.

It was like she was taking care of them,
making sure that they made it through

our husband's death okay.

It was her idea to start the group.

Him.

She didn't believe in shrinks.

Neither do I.

Yeah, so now you're telling me that some
psycho is running around town killing

members of the group. Why?

It doesn't matter why.

Do you have a relative you can go stay
with?

Someone who lives out of town.

Detective Stone, right?

Yeah.

See, my husband never made detective.

Street smart.

Partied a little too much.

cared a little too much.

But he was a good man.

This whole thing was his idea.

My husband is gone, detective.

But having this shot makes me feel like
I've got a little bit of him around me.

I am not running from anyone.

Zaya's flowers. How can I help you?

Uh -huh. The suspect is IDing himself as
Detective Stone.

He is armed.

Right. And extremely dangerous.

Yes, okay.

I understand.

I understand, yes. If anything comes up,
I will, um, I'll be sure to give you...

You have to trust

me.

You have to come with me if you want to
live.

What is going on? Why is this happening?

It's personal.

It's my fault. They must have followed
me to your store.

Look, if they're following you, you need
to drop me off at the nearest police

station. I'd still have friends if I
wasn't in the precinct.

He could take out an army of cops.

We've got to hide you someplace he
doesn't know.

It's a place safe.

How do you know it's not following us
right now?

I don't.

Hold on. Hold on.

Son of God shall send his angels.

Father Holland shall get the door.

Ezekiel? I've got a friend.

I need your help.

It's a freaking war zone out there.

The guy takes out two innocent people.

The innocent must pay the price.

Tell me about it.

I've been to Nam.

Women, children, civilians.

Then you know.

When you walk into a village whose men
you've just defeated on the battlefield,

and not a soul can stop you from
slaughtering the old, selling the young

profit, or taking the women for
pleasure.

It's the only thing that makes life
worth living.

Not very good.

Who's that for?

I thought these were for the dead.

So who else is there?

What?

The blue survivors.

Wait a minute.

Maddie. Oh, my God. Madeline Fuller.
She's young. She's like 19 or 20.

Her fiancé was killed with Randall at
Mar Vista.

Just a couple days before the wedding. I
mean, she... Oh, I have a picture.

I don't know. Yeah.

Susan Gilson had a cookout last Fourth
of July. That's where I met her.

The police will have her cut through by
now.

We should wait here.

But you have to help her.

I said we're safe here.

He is doing this because of you.

And you said you could stop him.

I'm not sure I can.

What? Good night, man.

Take it easy, girl.

to come with us why right away let's
play your own protection this right now

watch your head

Maddie, we need you to keep the curtains
closed, okay?

Sorry, I forgot.

You know why you're here, don't you?

Yeah. One of the other officers turned
on the television.

I saw what happened to Mrs. Gelson.

Don't be afraid. We're here to make sure
nothing happens to you, okay?

Are you hungry? We'll get you something.

Fifty -three -seven.

Coffee and donuts?

Oh, excellent.

Sorry.

Cooper, check in.

Cooper?

Just sit tight. I'm going to check this
out, okay?

I'm gonna have you step over here,
please, just for a minute.

What? Just for a minute, please.

I can see your shadow.

Come on out here.

You're the guy.

Stay away from me.

I'm here to protect you. Gina Breaker
sent me.

What are you talking about?

The compliment you kidnapped her. Where
is she?

I was supposed to believe you.

She, uh...

Look, she told me about the 4th of July
cookout, right? Where you and your

fiancé went into the bathroom to fool
around, and you got into a fight about

where you're going to have your
honeymoon.

How do you know that?

Come on, I just got to trust me.

I'm going to protect you. You have to
trust me.

Step away from her, Stone.

You gonna shoot me, Ash?

Where's Tina Breaker?

She's safe.

Prove it.

Let her go.

You got it wrong.

I'm trying to protect her.

You call this protecting her?

Doesn't look so good from here.

I don't care how it looks.

I'm not the guy you're going after, Ash.

You know what the worst of it is, Stone,
huh?

I trusted you.

Gave you information.

So, all this is my fault.

Get down! Get down!

She

just

doesn't understand me.

I can't see the candles, Ezekiel, but I
can feel the flame.

You're creating a fire hazard.

Just testing out a theory.

It's weird.

Twice he could have done it.

He could have sent me back to hell, but
he didn't.

Maybe he just thinks eventually I'll
come around to his point of view.

Actually, I think he's just lonely.

He'll find us, though.

And when he does, it's going to be ugly.

You blame yourself for all this,
Ezekiel?

Well, those people who died the last few
days, they were killed because I wasn't

able to stop him.

What if in the end I can't save these
two either?

I'd be just as dead as if I killed them
myself.

Hi, Mom.

It's me, Maddie.

Look, um... I know you gotta be worried,
Anna.

I don't know what the police have told
you, but... Mom, I just wanted you to

know that everything's okay.

church!

Rest easy, mother.

You'll see a little girl soon.

It's okay. I wasn't asleep.

She's scared.

She should be.

My husband used to get that same look.

Not before a big bust.

An important stakeout.

We knew something bad was going to
happen.

You're scared just like him.

You miss him?

Every day.

Let me ask you something.

If you were to wake up one morning and
answer the knock on the door,

and it was him,

It would never happen.

It never did.

I would love him the same as always.

No questions?

No questions.

Where is he? He took Maddie. He came out
of nowhere. I don't know. He went

through the door.

No, don't leave us.

Don't leave us.

soldier wouldn't care.

That's why I will defeat you.

You are weak.

I strolled this earth before you, and
I'll be here after you go.

You have skills, Stone.

Follow me.

Learn some of my tricks.

If you still want to serve the same
master after that,

I'll crush you then.

You fight your general's war, but you
will never see the personal victory he

promised you.

He is the prince of lies, and he will
trick you in the end, just like every

other prince.

And you will have nothing, and he will
steal all your souls.

Break free as I have.

Join me.

You son of a...