All language subtitles for brimstone_s01e07_executioner

Hey, you want forgiveness? Call a
priest.

Uh, Tommy, you there?

Yeah, no, I'm your lawyer. I don't care
if you did it or if you didn't do it. If

the prosecution can't make its case, you
get off. You're not guilty.

End of story.

Okay? Talking to me about this stuff is
just costing you nothing but money. You

know, Tommy, you take this stuff way too
personally.

I'm telling you, you gotta get a thicker
skin, pal.

Hey, my car won't start. Tommy, do me a
favor. Call the... Hey, Tommy. Tommy!

Hey! Hey, my battery's dead. My cell
phone isn't working.

I'm here all alone. Call the triple A
for me.

Whoa, hey.

That's quite a trick. How'd you do that?

Whoa, that was dead.

That's you alright.

What do you mean that's me alright?

Who the hell are you?

You feel that, do you?

Okay, here it is. It's yours. It's all
yours.

I don't want your blood money.

Blood money?

What is it you want? What do you want?

Just a confession.

A confession?

But I didn't do anything.

The final weeks of the regular season,
the Dallas Cowboys continue to struggle.

They had another injury -riddled season,
yet they may manage to sneak into the

playoffs. That brings us to today's
game, where two more teams continue to

struggle as well.

We're going to be sending you out to
Erickson Stadium, where the Carolina

Panthers take on the Baltimore Ravens.
Now, Carolina has been desperate... Who

take on the what?

Beer.

I don't want you to miss Breaches and
Kathy Lee.

I think they're doing grandmother
makeovers. Whatever happened on the

day he rested?

He?

You are no he, Ezekiel. Besides, the
game's a bust anyway. The Panthers are

going to lose 24 to 10 after their
quarterback suffers a crippling injury

fourth quarter.

What? Sorry. Oh.

Great, great. Thank you very much. You
just ruined my Sunday afternoon. I

send you back here to while away the
hours in front of the tubus bubus

But being an enormous fan of the mind
-draining little box myself, I'll allow

some idle viewing. As long as it's rated
TVD. D for diabolical, you know. Oh,

great. Let's see if there's a Giants
game on. They tortured me for years.

After your untimely demise, the Giants
won two Super Bowls, you know.

Two Super Bowl, 1986 over Denver and
again in 91 over Buffalo.

The Giants? World champions? You missed
it.

The city's torture continues.

Naturally, skeptics will score.

But we here at the Institute believe in
language. Language.

What happened?

Why did my head disappear?

Someone talk to me?

Public access. What do you need to do? A
true boon to mankind. Take the plug and

stick it.

Stick it.

I'm sorry.

It's just a technical glitch.

Oh.

Or was it?

Maybe it was someone trying to keep you
from the truth.

Doctor. Doctor.

Anyway, cases of spontaneous combustion
have been reported for centuries.

As recently as a few days ago, as a
matter of fact, I have asked Dr.

Woodbine to come and help me with a
demonstration today.

Dr. Woodbine. Doctor, the photos,
please.

Are we?

As you can see here, in this photograph,
of Attorney Errol

Lifter on his motorcycle.

Now, they would have you believe that
Mr. Lichter

died in an electrical accident.

But was it? Or was it a case of
spontaneous combustion?

We here at the Institute intend to get
to the bottom of this as soon as

possible.

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 and the mouth. 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 the devil his

Why don't you come over here, Mr. Stone?
I think I have some things that might

be of interest to you.

As you can see, the Institute suffers
from no shortage of documentation for

theories.

What file is this? Well,

I can assure you that everything there
has been checked and double -checked.

There we are.

Please sit down.

Here are all our most recent files
involving self -combusting individuals.

You'll notice that in every single file,
the cause of death is listed as

accidental.

Electrical malfunctions, lightning
strikes.

Those things happen every day, don't
they?

So you think, what, some of these are
just people who burst into flames?

I mean, you know, some people are
actually electrocuted, right? Or hit by

lightning.

Well, indeed they are, but these are not
simple electrocutions.

It was as if each and every victim were
cooked from the inside, like microwave

popcorn. Popcorn?

Please feel free to make copies of any
file that you might find helpful.

And please feel free to use the name of
our institute in your publication.

Yeah, of course.

What was the name of your publication
again?

Oh, it was the Journal of Science.

Good luck, Dodgers Stadium, with the
load this sucker was pulling.

So what do you think happened here?

A couple of homeless guys said they saw
bolts of lightning that night. That

wouldn't do it. I think it's a glitch
down at one of the substations because

there have been sudden spikes like this
all over the county for the last few

weeks. Yeah?

How many would you say?

This makes, uh... Four?

Yeah, about right, yeah.

As I live and breathe.

Yes, you do live and breathe, don't you,
Detective Ash?

You're my best.

If we keep meeting like this, folks will
start to talk.

Oh, yeah, you know, freedom of speech.

You know about this tendency of yours to
show up in the most morbid of places,

really. I got all sorts of tendencies.

You should tell me about the other ones
sometime.

You got any theories about all this?

I'm not so sure you're the person to
whom I'm most likely to reveal my

My tendency is your theory. Yeah.

I'm going to need a statement from you,
sir.

Well, uh... I'll see you later.

Around.

I'm sure that I will see you around.

Around is good. Yeah.

I go out.

So do you know anyone who would want to
hurt Mr. Lecter?

Oh, yeah, sure.

I don't have enemies.

Who doesn't in this business?

Anyone who'd want him dead?

His wife.

If she ever saw these.

Look at that.

Look at that.

It's nice.

I take it that's not her.

Well, not by a long shot.

Look at that one.

Where is she?

Please, let's not taint the man's good
name. Harold Lichter should be

as a great lawyer.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

He beat the Iron Maiden in a case just
before he died.

That's not easy.

The Iron Maiden?

Julia Trent, assistant DA from hell.

Now, that was a great piece of lawyering
from a man who... Whoa, whoa, whoa,

what's this?

Oh, God, I think these are Cubans.

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Hmm.

And here I am choking on white owls
right across from them.

Hey,

maybe his wife should see these, huh?

Oh, it ain't that good name. Come on. If
the guy wasn't dipping into our

discretionary funds half the time, he's
getting special client services in lieu

of payment.

You have a list of those clients?

Another bear.

Who's our first contestant tonight?

Put your gun away, Tommy. The baby could
get to it. Yeah, put the baby away. How

about that?

Shut that mutt up, too, will you? Yeah,
well, you would bark, too, if somebody

locked you up in the basement.

No. If somebody locked me up in the
basement, they'd be dead by now.

Shut that yapper up before it becomes
tomorrow night dinner. You know,

I wish that smart lawyer hadn't gotten
you off.

Yeah? What, he got some other guy
stashed away, maybe? If only I did.

Great.

You happy now?

Damn. Take that brat and go to your
mother's. Tommy, if I went to my

he'd never see me again.

Uh -huh.

Cry, cry, cry.

Teach that stupid kiss -a -mother trick.

Wow.

Bam.

Well, must be a fuse.

Oh, no.

No, it's the Martians' invade.

Oh, well, maybe you can sell them some
dope.

Come on, come on.

Whole building went.

No lights, nothing.

Cut right into my WrestleMania.

There's pay -per -view, you know, $29
.95.

$29 .95?

That thing's rough all over, huh?

Yeah. Hey, where's Ash?

That's getting right to the point.

Too bad she's got the night off.

She's going to have to go home to your
inflatable policewoman.

Who's the victim?

That is Tommy Funero.

That well -known dirtbag about Tom.

Also dope dealer, spouse abuser, and, of
course, murderer.

Convicted murderer?

No.

Tommy's one of those nasty little
piranhas that slip through the net.

Of course, the little piranha had a
shark lawyer to help him out.

A shark lawyer named Errol Lichter, by
any chance?

Yeah, something like that.

Did Assistant D .A. Trent prosecute this
one?

You mean the Iron Maiden?

How would you know that?

He was left in the basement.

He's small. He's white. He was in the
basement. Have you seen my dog?

No.

Excuse me.

Do you know where I can find Assistant
DA Trent?

Oh, Julia?

Yeah, yeah. I got her mail right here.
She's right around the corner. You give

me a second. I'll take you to her.

All right.

Oh, just hang on.

I'm not going to miss a hello to the
prettiest prosecutor in town.

What's the problem, Julie? The two of
your bad guys suffer horrible deaths in

less than a week. You should be breaking
out the champagne.

I don't like other people doing my job.

Hey, Ms. Trent, did anybody say come in,
mailman?

Stuart.

Hey, Willie, how you doing? I'm hanging
in. Thanks. Good. Got a fellow here

asking for you. I'll see you later.
Okay.

Uh, Ms. Trent, yeah, Detective Stone.

I just want to ask about the Thomas
Fennaro case.

Yeah, we just heard about it last night.

Shocking. This is A .D .A. Lambert,
detective.

He attempts to find humor in tragedy,
and he often fails.

Is there any way we could talk about
this alone?

I'd rather stay.

At least until I know the nature of your
questions.

Okay. It's regarding Thomas Fennaro. Let
me save you some time, detective. I

prosecuted Thomas Fennaro for killing
his landlord.

Then his esteemed counsel, Errol
Lichter, got him a walk on one of the

of technicalities.

Frankly, I'm not terribly inclined to
lose sleep over the loss of either of

them. Spoken like the Iron Maiden we all
know and love.

You know what, Stuart?

On second thought, there's really no
reason for you to be sitting here

to any of this, is there?

This Iron Maiden thing gets around, huh?
Oh, well, Iron Maiden, Dragon Lady, and

let's not forget the ever -popular
bitch.

Heard them all so much, he just kind of
shrugged it off.

I don't understand that.

I doubt that you do, detective. Have I
addressed everything you came for?

Yeah, except I was wondering what you
thought about all this wayward

buzzing around.

Well, I have to admit the similarities
in the two deaths have me a little

spooked. Sure.

Five deaths.

Excuse me?

Five deaths.

Four months.

Oh.

Before Lichter and Fennaro, it was Wolf,
Bondstead, and Pritchard.

Let's see.

Electrical fire, blow dryer in the
bathtub, lightning strike.

Can I see those, please?

Oh, my God.

Gosh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lambert. I didn't
see you listening at the door there.

I wasn't listening at the door, you
idiot.

You ran the damn thing right over my
foot. I'm sure it was an accident.

Hey, hey, hey, calm down. You calm down!

Mr. Lambert.

What the hell is the matter with you,
Stewart?

Take it easy.

You okay, Willie?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Your life's a little too short. Why
don't you go cool off?

All right.

You don't know who I am, what you're
dealing with, all right? You just watch

your step.

You too, pretty boy.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

It was an accident, really. Yeah, yeah,
of course it was. I think he's just

having a bad day.

I want to work with you some. Yeah, I'm
fine. Please? I'm fine. I'll see you

later. Okay.

Yeah, Assistant D .A. Trent, this is
Detective Sergeant Ash.

Yes, I've heard of you. Oh, yeah.

Okay.

Would you excuse us just for a minute?

Of course.

Yours and... Things aren't usually quite
this exciting.

Of course.

You certainly cover the waterfront.

What are you doing here?

Well, this is the way it works. I'm an L
.A. cop, and this is L .A.

You know, one of these days, somebody's
going to take a closer look at that New

York badge you flash around.

You think?

This is not an alleyway stone. This is
the DA's turf.

You could find yourself in a lot of
trouble.

I didn't know you cared.

Oh, don't flatter yourself. You're
simply in the way.

This is me.

I'm needed.

See you around.

Yes.

I said I'd get off, and I did.

Detective Kelly. Now get these things
off me!

Yeah, thanks and have a nice day

What

are you looking at you never

seen a brother get sprung before

It's all real.

You want to get the sign of the swing?

Heard you wanted to see me.

Yeah, I wanted to ask you about some of
them.

Darnell Wolfe. Two counts of murder,
right?

What happened to him?

The case was thrown out because of
improper police procedure.

Right.

Louis Pritchard.

Assault with intent, armed robbery.

What happened to him?

There was something about a neighbor's
alibi, I believe.

Bonstead. Who?

Agnes Bonstad, she's the neighbor with
the alibi.

She's also the third victim, which means
we've got two who walked, one who

opened the door, and all three are dead,
electrocuted.

I don't connect it.

That's impossible.

Who would do something like this?

Someone who felt strongly enough that
these people deserve to die.

It sounds like something out of the
tabloids.

This world you people live in is right
out of the tabloids.

Well, in case you haven't noticed,
you're living in it too.

Sort of.

Look, in other states, Fennaro might
have been facing the death penalty.

I mean, maybe this is just fate's way of
playing judge, jury, and executioner.

Executioner? I don't know how or why
these people died, but maybe it was just

act of God.

No, believe me, this is not that.

How well do you know Lambert?

Lambert?

Yeah. Wolf and Pritchard were his cases,
right?

Mm -hmm.

And for now, it was mine.

What's your point?

He's kind of new, isn't he?

Don't even go there, detective.

You know what? I have a case to beat
you, so...

Wait, one second.

Is there any way I can get a list of all
of his cases passed and pending?

Absolutely not.

Now, if I lose this motion because
you've wasted my time, he will not be

the favorite people.

It's an unhealthy place to be these
days.

Oh, you are way out of line.

Do you know where he lives?

Max, I owe you a quarter for the candy.
No one at the counter.

Max.

Please. The creative process.

Pac -Man?

Pac -Man.

Welcome to the planet.

Thank you.

You look a little more lost than usual
today.

Is something wrong?

No, there's just, um... I'm trying to
get some information. The damn library's

closed. The library?

Who needs a library?

Hi, we are surfing the web.

Give me a keyword.

A keyword?

Yeah, a topic. You know, like, Spice
Girls.

Spice Girls?

Yeah, like, something like Spice Girls
or blow dryers or... Oh.

Um, okay, uh...

Electrocution. Ah, see, now that would
be good for the Spice Girls.

So, Stone, what's all this about?

Some little kinky fascination you want
to share with me? Actually, no.

I don't even know if I'm on the right
track.

Well, that makes me feel better about
giving you all my valuable time.

Here we go. In the early 1900s, Thomas
Edison was commissioned by the New York

Correctional Institute to design the
electric chair. A city with a heart.

How about, uh, executioner?

We can do that.

Ah, there's a bunch of them. Oh, and
they have cute little nicknames, too.

That's good. All right. Francis, Big
Boat Dodd, Dentist by Day, Grim Reaper

Night. See, that's just the same job.

Frederick Wilcott Graver, a .k .a. the
Dog Man, Backwoods Attorney, embittered

by his own success at getting clients
off scot -free.

Oh, so he quits so he can execute
people.

That's nice.

Cooper, a doomsday Samuel's tax
collector who freelanced as a

killer. Well, that's just redundancy. Go
back to the second one, the attorney.

The dog man?

Yeah, the dog man.

Ah, serving smaller jails of California
in the late 20s was Frederick Wilcott

Graver, known for his profound love of
dogs.

Graver charged a nominal fee to employ
his custom -built truck -mounted

chair, believed to be in the possession
of a private collector.

Can you run a classified ad on this?

This thing?

Yeah. You loves it?

What? Well, no, they get dates and stuff
on here nowadays.

Oh.

Well,

I'm glad I saw your ad on the Internet.

I haven't had to call or rent any of
this stuff for the longest while.

But, you know, I spend a major part of
my...

Time with the computer, you know, these
kinky porno sites.

You know what I mean?

Anyway, what's your movie about?

It's a thriller.

A thriller, huh? A thriller, yeah.

Listen, what do you know about Graver? I
just don't know about Graver. I knew

the man personally.

Just a boy I was.

Very famous in his day he was. Why is
that? Once he wouldn't stop a killing,

even though he knew that the governor
was on the phone with a pardon.

He simply refused to pick up the phone
and he threw the switch himself.

He insisted that he made the world a
better place.

Listen, you don't buy any chance.

have a picture of him do you the only
picture of gravel on record i got it

yeah here it is

i'll

be damned well what's the matter i mean
he's been dead for years sometimes

that's not enough

Got your little note, Willie.

You know, you oughtn't to startle a man
like that, Mr. Lambert. You oughtn't

direct idle threats at those more
powerful than yourself, Willie.

You been drinking, Mr. Lambert? You
think you can squeeze cash out of me?

An upholder of justice with this bogus
lawsuit? You are insane!

That note don't say nothing about no
lawsuit.

You just hurt my back when you gave me
that... Who do you think you're dealing

with here?

Do you have any ideas for the things I
could dream up to do to you?

Mr. Lambert, I had no intention of
causing you any trouble.

You don't fool me for a minute, Willie.

I don't?

So if you think you can in any way,
shape, or form intimidate me, if that's

game... It's not my game at all, sir.

Not by a long shot.

Then tell me, after humiliating me,
leaving this little moat under my door,

playing the pathetic little victim, just
what?

Mr. Lambert?

Well, my game was simply... simply to
get you here.

I just wish I could do more for you,
Miss Trent.

There's not really much to be done at
this point, is there?

Well, like it says in Proverbs chapter
10, treasures of wickedness profit

nothing, but righteousness delivereth
from death.

Why don't you go make your other rounds
now, Willie?

Forgive me.

Miss Trent, it's just the tragedy of Mr.
Lambert and all.

Oh, I can appreciate the tragedy of it
all.

Take care.

Hey, you're working for him, Willie.

Stay away from me.

You're the one who wanted Lambert's
address.

No, I know all about Lambert. This isn't
what you think.

Willie's into this a lot deeper than you
realize.

Willie has nothing to do with this.

I'm sorry you're wrong.

Why don't you sit down? I'll explain
what I can.

Well, this is fairly creepy.

And dirty.

You sure he's got a locker down here?

Uh, well, I know he does the mail for
the entire building.

And I think he comes down here, he has
his lunch sometimes, too.

Some lockers in here.

Bingo.

You know what?

Let me do that. Come on.

You really think Willie's a friend of
yours, don't you?

Honestly, I get a lot more respect from
Willie than I do from half my

colleagues. He just kind of gets my
frustration, I suppose.

Oh, he gets your frustration.

I mean, what, in a system where guilty
people get off once in a while?

Am I alone in that?

Exactly what is it that we're looking
for? I don't know exactly.

Talk about your sweet tooth.

That happens when you haven't eaten for
50 years.

What?

Nothing. Oh, God.

What is that?

Oh, God.

Fennaro.

Wolf. Richard.

And Birch.

Who's Birch?

Luther Birch. My hearing yesterday took
count as a child molestation.

Failed to a day um it was another
technicality an improper search I

Can't believe this Can you help me?

Help you what I have no time to explain
this to you I Need to do this by myself

No one else could know about it What
about birds look you have to trust me?

And exactly why is it that I'm trusting
you again? All right, fine. Don't trust

me. Trust your instincts.

I bet they're pretty damn good.

Look, I just need a few hours to do my
thing.

What, do your thing?

Yeah. People still say that, don't they?

Yes, they still say that. Just a couple
of hours.

You have two hours.

Thank you.

Julie Trent.

Uh -huh.

What?

He confessed, are you sure?

Um, all right.

All right, thank you for letting me
know.

It's Julian Trent.

Who?

Assistant DA Trent.

Mr. Burch. Trent.

Sorry, no Burch here. Don't hang up.

Don't hang up.

I think that you're in danger. In
danger, yeah, from the likes of you.

Isn't it enough you ruined my life?

All right, look, I'm sorry. I had no
idea that you were innocent.

Another man has just confessed to the
crime that you were accused of, and I

that this sounds insane, but I think
that someone is on their way to murder

for it anyway.

Murder me?

You flipped out, lady. Mr. Burch, look.

You gotta trust me on this one. I need
you to get out of there, alright?

Damn. Crazy.

Telling me to leave my job. You leave
your job, bitch.

Nothing like public transportation.

And for free.

Crazy. You know, you'd think the devil
could afford a limo. No, the devil

You can't. Great.

Let's talk about my race.

Oh, let's talk about Willie Graber.

You getting a charge out of this one?
Take it to Vegas.

Vegas. Ah, the devil's playground.

You know, something very interesting has
occurred to me.

You and Graver have a lot in common.
You're very alike.

Positively kindred spirits.

I don't like it at all. You are. You
are. You both killed those you deemed

unworthy of life.

Like him, you appointed yourself judge,
jury, and executioner. You know,

depending on the outcome of your current
mission, Graver's efficiency would

certainly make him the favorite to
replace you.

This is my stuff. Good. That's the
spirit. The kindred spirit, you might

Off you go.

Sorry.

My eyes are closed.

My eyes are too closed.

Willie? Willie?

Willie?

Miss Trent, let's just say neither of us
was ever here.

You murdered an innocent man.

Oh, no.

No, I didn't murder him.

I executed him.

None of these people deserve to die.

Sure they did.

I'm just trying to make the world a
better place.

Just like you.

Don't you see? I pick up where you leave
off. You of all people can appreciate

that. No, I can't.

We were friends, Miss Trent.

I thought you were one of the good ones.

One of the righteous.

I should warn you ma 'am, I don't suffer
enemies real well.

from a familiar place.

Here's my best if it bolts back home.

Yeah, we're getting some balls.

Choose your weapon, sir. Anyone, anyone.

Want a break?

Balls. That's my job, clearly.

You've done this before.

I have done everything before. Not to
brag.

You know, you still haven't told me how
long you're going to be around for.

That depends on circumstances beyond my
control.

Way beyond.

Yes, well, that seems to be the trouble
with most circumstances.

Here we go. A beer for Mr. Stone and for
the little... Oh, come on. I'm so

sorry. It's all right.

The lady will just go to the little
lady's room.

Accidents will happen.

Accidents?

I'm sorry.

I confess.

Your friend back there gave me 20 bucks
to do it.