All language subtitles for brimstone_s01e09_lovers

No. No.

No.

The trouble.

the trouble

Hey, I'm sorry. Damn you, straight to
hell. Okay, I didn't see you there.

Straight back to hell, that is.

Guess who?

Up you go, Mr. Stone.

You don't look like you're having very
much fun.

Fun? Yeah, I mean, come on. Like the
beach, for God's sake. Try and enjoy

yourself a little bit. I'm not having
fun, Ezekiel. You're wrong. Who wouldn't

be having fun with a... Sewage -filled
ocean overflowing with tainted

syringes and used prophylactics. The
sunlight streaming down through the

depleted ozone layer, helping everyone
to a little bit of skin cancer. Oh, come

on, admit it. I mean, look at that kid
over there.

He'll be mine as soon as he reaches
puberty.

What about those bodies, these
wholesome, life -affirming bodies?

Volleyball. A wholesome, life -affirming
sport.

All right, look.

I got a wild idea. Oh, good.

Why don't you try and just enjoy some of
the beautiful things in this world?

Maybe just one. Try it on for size.

Believe me, it won't fit.

Well, suit yourself.

So, you want to have fun, huh?

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.

So how am I supposed to send them back?

The Eyes.

Windows to the soul.

Destroy the highs and the downs. 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

I love the woman, Father.

And I want to make her my wife.

Marriage is holy, Paco.

Biggest step in life. I know that.

But for this girl, anything.

The moon.

She's as beautiful as... as the Madonna.

No woman is as beautiful as the Madonna.

Unless, of course, you mean Madonna the
pop star.

What?

You know, like a virgin.

Emphasis on the like.

Tell me more about this woman, Paco.

Where's she from?

Her friends, family.

Very important family, Father.

With very important friends.

Does she have a job of her own?

Will you be able to support her?

I can support her, Father.

Look at me.

Are you all right, my son?

Your dad, long time dad. I want my
money. I don't have your money.

Please, I don't have your money. It's
been years and years.

One thing I never forget, the faces of
people who owe me money. Please, help

Hey, leave the old man alone.

Go back to school, muchacho.

Sit down.

machine when he sees one.

Too bad he can't afford it.

Next time you get killed, try and have
more than $36 .27 in your pocket, huh?

Come on, it's not New York anymore.

No one likes to walk around here.

The buses suck.

Wait a minute, 15 years in hell, now
you're back on Earth and you're

complaining?

Oh, because you have to walk.

You're not going Hollywood on me, are
you, Zeke? Just practical.

The faster I move, the sooner we
conclude our business.

Ah, my dear boy. Time.

Time is relative. I watched the Hundred
Years' War from start to finish over a

particularly delicious breakfast. So how
could you possibly think I'd be in a

hurry?

Oh, come on.

You gotta admit, I mean, every day that
one of those damn whatever is loose is

gonna take a chunk out of that pride of
yours.

Ah, yes.

My pride.

Your reputation precedes you. No, stop,
please. I'm blushing.

But you know, Zeke, there is one card
that I think would be just perfect for

you. Now, let me see.

Right this way, please.

I happen to know this little honey has
been sitting back here for over a year

and no one has taken her home. Isn't
that sad?

Here.

Quite the peacherino, isn't she? And
look, this little honey can be yours for

$36.

27 cents. How did I guess? Trust me,
it's a steal.

Yeah, who stole it?

So what you're saying is it's this or
nothing.

I was going to say my way or the
highway, but get in.

worry about that thing. All she needs is
a little TLC.

TLC? Transmission, lights, chassis.

$36.

And 27 cents.

Zeke, I'm feeling very generous today.
Here, gas money.

And a little something for parking.

There you go. So kind.

Are we

having fun yet?

Is my body not green enough for you?

the trouble i see

nobody

knows

God, I've missed you.

I've missed you.

I thought we agreed you'd wait for me
around the corner. I couldn't wait, and

I'm tired of being careful.

Where'd you get this card?

I do have some money of my own.

Get in.

Come on.

I can't help you, mister.

Your card said you could fix anything.

Almost anything.

Maybe I ought to get me some new cards
printed up.

Come on, can't you at least stop one end
from smoking?

Maybe with a nicotine patch.

Look, it's the only car I can afford
right now.

Really?

I've seen homeless people with better
rides than this. I'll tell you what.

I'll give you 50 bucks and a tank of gas
for this hood on to me.

Don't see this sort of thing, bro.

Come on, I don't want to auction this
thing off in pieces. I want it fixed.

Look, I'd like to help you, mister, but
I'm shorthanded.

Chief mechanic just picked a hell of a
time to go wacko.

Been ranting and raving about the living
dead. Says some guy he owed money to 30

years ago has come back to collect.

Where is he? Praying to the good Lord to
regain his senses. But if he doesn't

pick up his grease gun real soon, he's
going to be praying to regain his job.

Excuse me.

I was just talking to your boss out
there. He, uh...

He said you had some sort of an
encounter with... Who are you?

It doesn't matter.

I just thought maybe I could help you.

Who are they going to help you with?

What's your name?

Ziggy.

Help me with a ghost?

Ghost? Yeah, a ghost.

Today I was taking a walk and... I don't
know, I can't have this guy.

There's something about his eyes, you
know, and I'm thinking, Paco, that can't

be.

But it was.

It was.

And then the next thing I know is he
grabs this poor kid by the chest, you

and burns the heart right out of him.

And what? I saw it with my eyes. He
killed him.

What did Paco look like?

Young. Still young.

That's what's so weird. The whole
thing's so weird.

He's got a last name.

Yeah, Gomez.

Paco Gomez.

I just can't believe he hasn't aged.

You got this car to impress me, didn't
you?

Didn't you?

What if I did?

You used to nice things, and I have to
be able to give them to you.

I don't care about things.

I care about you.

Nobody's going to say that Paco Gomez
lives off his woman.

Who cares what people say?

I do.

We're not going to be here much longer
anyway.

It's going to work out just like we
planned.

We're going to have all the money, and
we're going to have each other.

I do love you, Paco.

I need you so much.

Another delivery?

No. I just wanted to get my fortune
told.

Ah.

And how'd you find out about me?

There's a guy named Ziggy.

Ah. He told me you were the best.

You have known great pain, I believe.

I can tell you about such things.

Come in.

Thank you.

Mi casa es su casa.

What happened? Did you win a contest?

Price is right?

For years, I had to contest with
nothing.

Then suddenly, every day, some new
price.

Is that your son?

Yes, that's my Paco.

Mi alegría, mi vida.

He died in 1967.

How he loved that car.

He would drive to lookout point, stare
down at the big houses of the rich

people, and tell me one day he was going
to buy one for me.

That cross, he wore it always, never
took it off.

It belonged to my mother and then me.

I miss him.

Sit.

Dios mio.

My young face.

Que guapo.

But I know so.

Ay,

el diablo has his hand on your heart muy
fuerte.

Ay, madre de Dios.

Your lifeline.

You don't have one.

Justin.

Justin.

Marry me.

Thank you.

We are so close to getting control of
Aunt Ruth's estate that the slightest

thing could spoil it if we were to get
married now.

I'm tired of hiding, baby.

I'm a man. I can face anything.

I know. Just wait just a little bit
longer.

Okay,

Juco. Get your spicy little ass out of
the car.

Come on, you two, lady. Why? We haven't
done anything wrong.

Don't make me do something I'll regret.

Now get out of the car.

Turn around.

Put your hands on the car.

I'm going to take you both downtown.
Excuse me, officer.

I'm Jocelyn Page.

Perhaps you've heard of my great -aunt
Ruth Page.

You talking about the Ruth Page?

Yes, sir.

Look, Miss Page.

I'm sorry, everyone. I called in the
license plate number. They said this car

was stolen this morning.

That must be a mistake. We've been
driving this car for months.

You have my word on it, officer.

Well, still, I should really call it in,
you know, for your own safety. Do you

mind if she gets back in the car,
officer? It's chilly out here.

Yeah, that's fine.

You come with me.

Everything okay?

No problem. Took care of it.

She'll be traveling in the Serengeti for
the next five weeks.

I wish I could have gone with her. I'm
glad you didn't.

Brad, I thought you were going to be
playing for hours.

No, I won too quickly.

You know, I was going to say, you look
more beautiful than ever, but then you

always do.

Oh, Brad.

Business managers don't talk to their
clients that way.

Well, I'm not your business manager, and
I would like to think we're friends.

Aunt Ruth is so lucky.

I wish I had someone like you running my
affairs.

You know, I will never forgive Aunt Ruth
for hiding you away all these years.

Oh, by the way, Aunt Ruth called before
she left on safari last night, and she

wanted me to let you know to take care
of that power of attorney issue. You

know, I looked into that, and the truth
is, I really don't think I can do

anything without Aunt Ruth's signature.

I would really appreciate it.

And I know you wouldn't want to let us
down.

Well...

It is pretty standard paperwork.

I might be able to get something ready
by tomorrow.

Oh, Brad, that's great.

Do you think you could bring the papers
by the house?

Max, over here.

Classy joints, Stone.

Sorry I didn't dress for dinner.

Hey there, what do you have?

Hey.

I haven't seen you for a while. I've
been on vacation, honey. Two weeks in

France, blue skies, blue water, and new
beaches.

Male and female.

I'm just going to have a chicken fried
steak, french fries, and coffee. What do

you want? How can you eat that?

Why don't you just ask a lady for a
chicken fried heart attack?

All right, fine.

Die young, leave a cute corpse here if I
care.

Hello. Hi. I will have the chef's salad,
everything on the side.

Glass of mineral water, no ice, and
that's all.

Thank you. You got it, Mama.

So, tell me, a lavish meal at a chic b
-show? Is this my payoff for being your

hard -working yet unofficial research
assistant on whatever this mysterious

project is?

Yep.

Well, that's under minimum wage. I'm
talking to my congressman.

When did you find out? All right.

Paco Gomez is a very common name.

There were 64 Paco Gomez's in the
newspaper in 1967.

But luckily, only 23 of those involved
criminal activity.

And of those 23, only three of them
died.

A man drowned in the L .A. River.

Gomez, dead of a heart attack at 38.

Ah, leave too many chicken fried steaks.

June 1st, 1967.

Paco Gomez, 28, died in a fiery crash
off Lookout Point yesterday after a

chase that began in Beverly Hills where
Gomez allegedly killed two residents

during an attempted robbery.

This has got to be it.

Gomez worked as a valet attendant at
Goldcrest Hills Country Club.

Do you remember the ice stone?

Where's your car?

I parked it around the corner.

You know me, Mr. Very Careful.

What's in the bag?

I sound trippy.

It's perfect.

Damn, that's Brad.

I didn't expect you this early.

Can I come in?

There's nothing I'd love more, but I've
got a ton of stuff to do for my Aunt

Ruth.

Is that what I think it is?

Power of attorney.

There's just a few more documents to be
drawn up, and we'll be all settled.

What do you mean, a few more?

They'll be ready tomorrow.

Did you get my flowers?

Yes, and they're beautiful. I have an
idea.

Why don't we look at the last of the
paperwork tomorrow night?

I know this great little place up north.

I can think of nothing I'd rather do.

Terrific. I'll pick you up at seven.

We can travel on the coastline and watch
the sun go down.

Yes, sir. They'll be on the green at 3 o
'clock.

Yes, sir. Party at 4. Very good. Thank
you.

Ah, Mr. Armstrong.

Have a good game?

It was all right.

Where the hell's my car?

Ah, the valet's called for it. I
don't... Ah, here it is, sir.

That's not my car.

Thank God.

This is not Mr.

Armstrong's car.

We can't get it started, sir. I'm sorry.

You've got to be kidding me. I just had
a tune -up.

Take me down there, would you please?

Maybe she just needs a good swift kick,
huh?

Si, senor.

Right away.

That's it, right there.

Let's go.

Forgot to fasten your safety belt, rich
boy.

Well, don't we seem to be having a
lovely little day today, detective?

Actually, I was catching up on some
history that I missed while I was gone.

Have you seen Drew Barrymore?

The last time I saw her, she was hugging
E .T.

Rollerblading on the boardwalk.

Joyriding in your new convertible. And
now, a little light reading.

Hmm. What do you think this is, Club
Med?

You know, I gotta tell you, I am getting
a little tired of... Breaking into

desks and rifling through filing
cabinets.

I feel like I'm on a rerun of Magnum P
.I. I know, I know. We have an

I just need a few days off.

You have a point, detective. You have
been working awfully hard.

A few days.

A few days off? That doesn't seem too
much to ask. The question is now, where

and how do you spend...

These few precious days.

Oh, oh, oh.

You could share a prison cell with some
of the now deceased felons you helped to

convict. Think what a wonderful welcome
they'd have for you.

No? All right.

Back to the drawing board.

Uh, oh.

A virtual reality performance of the
rape of your dear wife, Rosalind. Played

over and over. And you are...

There. I think I'd go with that choice.

More bang for your buck.

Don't you think?

I suppose Cancun's out of the question.

Oh, nothing tickles your fancy, eh? I
was going to suggest a session with that

abusive father of yours.

Go back to your boyhood. Of course, we'd
have to find someone to play your mom,

but I've got a wonderful supply of
really talented actresses on hand. So

get some golf balls.

Mark up when you're done.

Oh, sure thing. I will.

What can you tell me about Brad
Armstrong?

A nice guy. Great guy. A nice tipper on
the holidays. Everything.

Sir? Excuse me. Just a second. Sir? Sir?
Sir? Sir?

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Police officer.

Oh, Lieutenant Columbo, no doubt.

Love that show.

What are you doing here?

I'm a caddy in my spare time.

That spiffy side of wheels you got,
that's dumb.

No, the wheels are fine. It's just the
car on top of it is crap.

Well? Well, what?

Aren't you going to ask me if I know
where Detective Ash is?

Um, no.

As a matter of fact, no, I don't.

Weird, isn't it?

Ugh. Man, what a mess.

Where's the driver?

Good question, because it only should be
dead.

Johnny, you're going to be here late.

Expensive clothes.

Yeah, it's a country club, you know.
Rich people, movie stars.

Beverly Hills 90210.

Look, when I get back here, don't be
here stoned.

Look, Johnny, are you sure they're not
abstaining from all these employees

around here?

Yes, sir.

Even the ones up, the guys up top. I
double checked.

I want copies of all this stuff.

Look, Stone, I thought I told you to
beat it.

Sorry.

You're right.

You can get that thing smug -checked
while you're at it.

Hi.

Hi. Jocelyn, uh... Jocelyn Page?

Yes. Do I know you?

No, I'm a policeman.

A detective, actually.

Detective Stone.

I know this is probably a bad time. I
just wanted to talk to you about your

boyfriend.

My boyfriend?

Do you mind if I come in for a minute?

Sure.

It's about Brad.

Brad?

He's hardly my boyfriend.

I don't have a boyfriend.

You don't?

No.

You're Catholic?

This is a gift.

Uh -huh.

Maybe you should tell me what this is
about if you're going to keep asking me

all these questions.

You know, uh, you should know.

Paco Gomez is a very dangerous man.

Paco Gomez?

I don't know anyone by that name.

Could you go now, please?

I think I've been very cooperative.

Some other time.

And then again, maybe not.

Thank you for stopping by.

Just in case you need him.

By the way, you should know that Paco's
probably the one who killed Brad

Armstrong.

Brad's dead?

Why would anyone want to harm Brad?

Ask Paco.

For the last time, I don't know anyone
named Paco.

Did you do it, Paco? Do what?

That policeman said that you murdered
Brad.

Damn right I did.

What about all our plans?

What are we gonna do now?

Let's just take off, Jocelyn. With what?
We've got nothing.

No, you're wrong. We have everything.

We have each other.

What am I gonna do with you, Paco?

Who sent you?

What do you think?

Well, I don't know where you've been,
but you look like hell.

Thanks.

Detective Stone?

I just, uh... I'm sorry. I don't mean to
barge in on you.

I took a taxi. Here I am.

I didn't know where else to go.

Well, when in doubt, turn to stone.

You want to shut up?

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry for lying to you.

It's about Paco.

Paco? I don't know where he is.

And I'm afraid something might have
happened to him.

Why would you think that?

I just do.

Something I can feel.

When you love somebody that much.

I'm sorry. I don't want to be alone
right now.

Would you mind terribly taking me home?

There you go. Thank you, gentlemen. How
are you doing, Mr. Stone?

Actually, it doesn't open from the
inside.

No, you should probably get some sleep.

Please stay.

Talk to me.

So, what do you want to talk about?

Love.

Love, huh?

I'm not so sure that's such a good idea.

Love is always a good thing, isn't it?

Well, not necessarily.

Why do you say that?

Because sometimes the more you care
about someone, the more you can get

Then you know how I feel.

Look, this may not make much sense to
you, but...

There were some things about Paco that
you didn't know about.

Things you wouldn't want to know about.

It's better this way.

Better what way?

Paco's gone.

Gone? Yeah.

He's dead.

No! No!

Why would you say such a thing?

And believe me, I know.

And I'm sorry.

I guess John Lennon was wrong when he
said all you need is love.

Love isn't enough.

If it were, Paco would be here with me
now.

We were going to see them in concert.

Them?

On their next tour.

The Beatles?

Looking for me?

How'd you guess?

Wonder what I missed most when I was in
hell, Mr. Stone?

Everything but my family.

Money, love, power.

I vowed I'd get them all back when I
returned.

So why wasn't your name in the newspaper
stories about Paco's death?

You obviously went up the cliff with
him. Fringe benefit of coming from a

prominent family.

The self -righteous pages would never
let their friends know that their

was dating below her class.

They froze my trust fund.

They threatened to have me disinherited
if I didn't stop seeing Paco.

So the Beverly Hills couple that you and
Paco killed were your parents? My

parents were cold, heartless bastards,
and I enjoyed killing them.

Well, at least you're being honest.

Oh, I shouldn't. You know the whole
truth.

It's not as if you'll ever leave this
house alive.

I got news for you.

I never entered it alive.

You think you're gonna like being alone?

Shut up!

It's like you could have anything in the
world, but you got nothing.

Shut up!

Now you go to hell!

I'll slay Anabocco for you.

Look what you've done to us.

And now the only place I'll ever be able
to see him is there.

And there is such an awful place.

Ezekiel. Two birds with one stone.

I didn't think you'd be up to it.

Now, I'm going to give you credit for
Jocelyn, even though you have to admit

did all the really hard work herself.

Thanks.

You couldn't have just told me there
were two of them?

You said you wanted to have some fun.

Besides, I knew you'd figure it out.

Eventually.

I do have a modicum of confidence in
you.

You do?

What are you doing?