All language subtitles for brimstone_s01e11_its_a_helluva_life

She's aged well, hasn't she?

Your lovely widow.

Rosalind Stone.

You know, I think you'd better put your
priorities in order, Mr. Stone.

How did those marriage vows of yours go?

Till death do us part?

You're dead.

You've parted.

And you're not going to reunite until
you have succeeded in rounding up all of

my strays. Our mutual friend, Mr. Joseph
Rankmire, bank robber extraordinaire

included. What are you talking about?

Can't get back together until after.
That was never part of the bargain.

No, come, come, come. Come, Mr. Stone.
Why is it you think you've been back as

long as you have and still haven't
contacted her?

What would the fateful reunion be like?

How would Rosalind react when she found
herself face to face with the man she

loved? A man who's been dead and buried
for a decade and a half.

All I did is make one damn mistake.

Do you really believe that, Mr. Stone?
That's the truth.

Was it now?

If you think your fate was determined by
one momentary anomaly in your behavior,

you are woefully mistaken.

What are you talking about?

Killing Gilbert Jackson, the man who
raped your wife, was merely the last act

a life that would ultimately have
delivered you into my loving embrace.

Like hell it was.

You really believe you were zooming
along on the highway to heaven?

My word, you do. You really think
killing Gilbert Jacks was just a tiny

pothole on an otherwise righteous path?

I'm getting sick of your lies. I'm not
lying, detective.

Well, I do it all the time, but not just
now.

It was a good life.

I did well.

Self -delusion really doesn't suit you.

Oh, look, Mr. Stone.

Who's that over there?

I didn't hear an apology.

Did you, Zeke?

That's Harlow, Dad.

He's kind of weird.

It's not too weird to apologize for
spoiling your drink.

And you ought to pay for it, too.

Well? Hey, you made me drop my soda.

You should apologize, then pay me for
it.

But I don't have any money.

Can't let him push you around.

No, sir. You cannot let him push you
around.

Well, a little wretch had it coming,
don't you think, Mr. Stone? Of course,

carried the psychological scar around
for the rest of his life.

So I thought I was a son of a bitch.

You can't blame me for that. No, but you
don't need to lavish your

rationalizations on me, detective. I
love what you did. I thought it was just

elegant. And that glint of joy in your
eyes as the little type dropped to the

ground. Very revealing, if you don't
mind my saying so.

I do mind. I know, and I don't give a
damn. You pummeled a defenseless

and you felt good about it. End of
story. Or should I say, beginning of

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.

113 of the most vile creatures escaped.

They think they'll beat the devil.
Nobody beats me. How am I supposed to

them back?

The eyes.

Windows to the soul.

Destroy the eyes. We're down to 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

You pummeled a defenseless weakling and
you felt good about it. End of story. Or

should I say, beginning of story.

What about Max if it's a boy?

And Sarah if it's a girl?

Why, you don't like these names?

Okay? Yeah, okay.

I came to me this morning.

Damn it.

Where are you going?

Keeney's being interviewed this morning.

Be there.

Is that what you've been thinking about
just now?

Zeke, this is your day off.

I'm off, you lady, for God's sake.

I'm out. I know, that's why I'm here.

I've been working on this case for six
months, all right?

Mal needs me.

If I don't go in there, I'm gonna
feel... I'm gonna feel worse than you're

making me feel right now.

You can go in if you'd like.

Go on.

Come on, man. You gotta let me go to the
camp.

Start talking.

But I gotta go.

Hey.

I gotta hear if she got something to say
to me. No, listen.

I ain't no animal, you know. I got
rights.

And I got time.

For that whole day.

Seriously, Star. I don't think I can
hold it any longer.

Really?

See, what the hell is this? I told him.
I told him! Shut up!

Seems our friendly neighborhood drug
pusher doesn't want to talk.

You think maybe you're pushing this a
little too far?

No, I'm fine.

I got it under control. It's fine.

What are you doing here? It's your day
off.

Files under labor of love.

Yeah, well, I hate to break your heart,
but we gotta let him go.

What? The warrant wasn't properly filled
out. Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding

me. You gotta be kidding me. Somebody in
the DA's office screwed up. He's

walking. He makes you 0 for 3 still.
Shut up. Hey, maybe you ought to mop

up.

Oh, that temper takes my breath away.

Only you, the mighty stone, could
possibly deal with Keeney. And on your

off, too.

You got up on technicalities twice.

I wasn't about to let it happen again.

Oh, well, that justified your treatment
of Keeney and your wife.

By the way, how'd you finally manage to
land the elusive Mr. Keeney?

I don't remember.

Well, I do.

Keeney. My good evening, detective.

You know the position, Nick. Come on.

Come on.

You got any school kids hooked today?
You know, you really need a new routine,

detective. I got a new routine.

All right, turn around and empty your
pockets.

Oh, come on. Hurry up. Hurry up. That's
so pointless.

Humors.

What is this? What do we got here? Will
you stop by the neighbor, maybe? Borrow

a cup of sugar? Kidding, Mike.

He planted that!

Hey, Professor, you want me to add that?

You're violating me!

You're a bullseye.

My rights!

You're violating my rights!

You can't do that!

You can't do that!

You just did.

No, you can't do that to me!

You can't do that to me!

He was getting kids addicted to drugs in
junior high school. And that's why you

planted evidence on his person?

Yeah.

What if he'd been innocent?

He wasn't. The jury deliberated for,
what, 15 minutes? Basing their judgment

the coke you slipped into Keeney's
pocket.

Fine. So that made us even. You stomped
all over Keeney's rights. You even

stomped all over Keeney.

Yeah.

Put him in prison.

It was my job.

Make the world a safer place.

Ah, but you forget, Mr. Stone.

For every action, a reaction.

Two dollars.

No.

Five dollars.

Okay.

And again, the whole title too.

Had you not planted evidence on Mr.
Keeney, the DA could not have been

Ergo, he would not have gone to prison.

Ergo, he would not have been murdered.
So, it seems the moral of the story is

the murder of Gilbert Jacks is not the
only premature death for which you must

take responsibility.

I didn't kill him.

Besides, whatever he got, he deserved.

That's my boy.

Ezekiel, listen to me.

Stay out of my head.

Dim the light.

It's quite enough.

What are you supposed to be, the ghost
of Picasso?

Oh, well, maybe I should introduce
myself

then.

Introduce yourself.

What are you talking about?

Uh -oh.

Is this how I look to you, Ezekiel?

Just like him?

I'm not who you think I am. Not at all.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy. I've heard this happen

sometimes. Once a mortal sees one of us,
they can't tell us apart.

They think we all look alike.

We all look alike.

Let me assure you, I am nothing like my
brother.

Your brother?

Yes, all angels are siblings, whether of
the fallen variety or not.

Now you're an angel.

That's great. I think it was Marcel
Proust who said... Oh!

Oh, here.

The real voyage of discovery lies not in
seeking new landscapes, but

in having new eyes.

What's your point? You can collect
evidence to support any belief, good or

My brother wants you to think that even
if you get your life back, you're still

doomed to go back down to hell no matter
what. Well, I say that's wrong.

Ezekiel, you come with me.

Come with me and let's look with new
eyes.

You know that stuff will kill you.

Forget it.

New eyes, Ezekiel.

New eyes.

Oh, great.

More Proust.

Look, you know, I think I've had enough
of remembrance of things past for one

day.

No. No.

It's not the past that's at stake here,
Ezekiel.

It's your future.

Why don't you just get someone else to
track down this wayward flock of yours?

You know, someone who's... Worthy of
redemption. You're more than worthy.

Oh, really?

What about the trail of victims that I
left as I bullied my way through my

You know what?

I quit.

All right?

I mean, I've had it. You win.

All right. All right. You win. All
right.

Let's make it simple, though.

All right?

Look. Look right there.

Those are the Forresters.

That family's alive because of you.

Why are you surrounding us? If you
hadn't arrested Nick Keeney when you

would have gotten into his car, high on
drugs, and crashed into the Forester's

van. They were on a trip to Connecticut.

That van would have plummeted right over
an embankment, and all five of them

would have died.

Thank you.

Wave.

Wave.

Vanilla? That was a quick change.

What is this, some kind of joke? What
are you doing? What are you talking

Who ordered this?

Vanilla?

Where's the waitress? They only eat
Rocky Road.

Do you have, like, a twin brother?

What?

Is it... Is it possible that I've been
speaking with an angel?

Him? Don't make me laugh. You could
never live up to his standards.

Really?

What can I tell you? He seems to think I
have. Oh, nonsense.

This pious, saintly life you've been
imagining for yourself never existed. I

never said saintly.

I never said saintly. I said good. I
said I lived a good life. That doesn't

I didn't run a red light or I didn't
cheat on an algebra test. Don't kid the

king of kidders, Mr. Stone. Let me
explain to you why you failed to live a

life. No, I'm not interested. I don't
want to hear it. I'm not interested.

Capisce? No, you're over. You're past.
Passé. You're a pet rock.

A Nehru jacket.

That King of Kidder's line.

He got that for me.

I used to call him that.

Yeah. Oh, my God.

What?

I don't believe.

This is Lightning Hopkins.

This is an incredibly rare version of
Trouble Stay Away From My Door. Who is

Lightning Hopkins?

Oh, my God.

I saw him play with B .B. King and John
Lee Hooker in 1969.

Which means nothing to you.

No, it's not true.

When I hear you talking about this, I
want it to mean something.

So it does.

If you heard it, it means something to
you. Well, why don't you buy it?

It's 50 bucks.

So what? It's 50 bucks. Just buy it.

No, I can't afford it.

Nope,

nope, nope. No can do.

This I can do. You can't do that. This I
can do.

Sorry Yeah,

oh wait a minute I'm sorry No, and I bet
it's back at the antique store. I'm

gonna be right back. Yeah, I did so just
stay right here. I'll be right back

It's for you.

Take it.

Man.

You're so gullible.

I mean, when have you ever once seen me
wear a scarf?

Yeah, I can't.

It's true.

Did you know that his full name is Sam
Lightning Hopkins and that he was

the founding father of blues guitar?

Yes.

I don't want to know. Yeah.

Where did you hear that?

From Bob.

Bob. Yeah, he is my new best friend now
from the used record store.

Why'd you do this?

Think about it.

They'll figure it out.

Kind of makes your teeth hurt, doesn't
it, Mr. Stone?

That's why I loved her.

So you say?

Ah, lust and adultery.

They never seem to go out of fashion, do
they?

You should run for political office.

It's just a kiss.

Forget the kiss. It's the thought that
counts.

I threw her number away.

I never called her.

You threw it away?

Or did you lose it? You chose not to
call her? Or did you chicken out?

None of your business.

You were meant for me, to quote an old
song.

And I was meant for you.

Oh, nothing like a nice bloody armed
robbery to get your heart pumping, is

there? Thank you so much, Mr. Stone, for
so clumsily bungling Mr. Rentmire's

capture. You know, I can understand
damning him for eternity.

Why me? I've just given you a walking
tour of your sins.

They're hardly sins.

No, but they add up. Life is cumulative.
In my business, you don't start fresh

every morning with a nice clean slate.

Hey, Cassie.

How you doing?

I need some help. Uh -uh, nothing doing.

No more snitching for me. Too dangerous.

I prefer my skin to stay on my body
where it belongs. Yeah, you know, but I

think you're going to really want to
help on this one.

I've got a bus to catch.

Come on, let's sit down.

Sit, sit, sit.

I'm going to tell you about a case I'm
working on.

Yeah, well, you know, this one, you
might even recognize this one.

He's a 16 -year -old boy, right?

Lives in a penthouse in French Park
West.

See, there's this girl over there. This
girl was making eyes at him.

She got him to take her back to his
apartment.

Her parents weren't there.

Could I go now?

No.

The junior has his fun.

The woman drugs him.

And he goes on a little shopping spree
around the apartment.

Yeah, see?

Here's a problem.

I know who this woman is.

And I should turn her in, but she's got
five or ten priors. And if she gets

convicted, she's going to be sentenced
to a long, long time.

All right, all right. What do I have to
do?

That rains.

That's old news.

Ned and I are just friends now. I got me
a new man.

A cop that Ned shot, or we could go in
the Bronx.

Just died.

That's all I want. Wow.

You don't ask much, do you?

Where is he, Cassie?

He cut my heart out with a spoon.

That's why I gotta lock him up.

All right.

You gotta promise to leave me and my
boyfriend G out of it, okay?

Deal. I gotta tell you, Detective, it
was getting pretty hot in that ritzy

apartment. Do you watch him while I took
that kid's cherry?

You know what?

I don't care if you and G want to have
sex in Macy's window.

I just want Reigns.

Can I trust you?

Of course you can.

454 West 47th.

Apartment 2B.

Okay.

West 47th.

To me.

So?

So?

Yeah.

Arrested Raines.

You're convicted.

Sends to life at Attica. But you got
promoted for arresting Mr. Gaines, if

not mistaken.

That's right. So then you let Cassie and
her boyfriend off the hook for your own

personal gain.

Well, yeah.

She returned the stuff they stole. The
kid was fine. I put a piece of scum in

jail. It's called good police work, and
I don't regret it.

It's all still sailing right over that
fuzzy little head of yours, isn't it,

Detective? What are you talking about?
Connect the dots, kiddo. The boyfriend

she called G, the one who helped her
loot the apartment.

G. G. G is for Gilbert.

Gilbert Jacks.

And you let him go.

Two months later, he rapes your wife.

No, that's not true.

No.

Why should that be true?

I don't believe you. You're the Prince
of Lies. Oh, but you do believe me,

you, Mrs. Stone? You know I wouldn't go
to all this trouble to make it up.

You're not worth it. You son of a bitch.

You really push a man to the brink.

I am the brink.

There, Ezekiel.

You see?

You are a good man.

What are you talking about?

You shot the devil, didn't you?

We're here.

Your new best friend.

I feel so hurt, so tossed aside.

Don't worry, Ezekiel. He's not going to
fire you. He knows there's nobody else

down there who could be trusted with the
job you're doing. Wait a minute!

I'd like to talk about your little
outburst on the street, Mr. Stone.

Imagine my surprise at being shot. I was
dumbstruck with terror. The gun, the

bullets, the flames. Ooh, ooh, scary,
scary stuff.

Nothing like that will ever happen
again.

Will it, Mr. Stone?

Maybe not.

You're not up for grabs, you know.

You're mine.

You were mine long before you ever came
to hell.

Don't listen to him, Ezekiel. He has
lies to tell.

And he thinks you're vulnerable.

Your future hasn't even been written
yet.

Ezekiel. And when it is, you and you
alone will be its author.

Oh, come on, detective.

Enough already.

This is boring.

No, he wants you to think human beings
aren't redeemable.

that once you've sinned, you're through.

Well,

it just doesn't work that way. Look,
look, look at that family. Right over

there.

One time, they hired a landscaper who
used the alias George Smith.

That's right.

Gilbert Jax. The lady's name is Irene,
29 years old. If you hadn't stopped him,

she would have been Jax's next.

victim. In fact, every lady in this park
is somebody you saved from Gilbert

Jacks. Wait a minute.

You're justifying me killing Jacks?

Oh.

No. But even universal law has what they
call... Ooh.

What is it?

Mitigating circumstances.

Well, just about everything I did had
mitigating circumstances, and I still

straight to hell.

It's my old CO.

It's Carrie of Salem.

I'm out.

I'm gonna go dance.

I'm gonna lose the hat.

God. Careful.

Erase my cracks.

A 1980s policeman's ball.

Come on, Mark.

Just gonna ask you to dance?

Oh, no, Zeke, really, I'm cool.

It's not that.

You said you wanted to cut in?

I thought you... Did you just say that?
Yeah, sure.

Oh, okay.

I bet that's okay with you.

It's all right.

Okay, this is Marv.

Marvin. Marvin.

Hi, Marvin.

Margie. Hi.

Hi.

His uncle's sweet, are you?

What's that?

You know perfectly well what.

The guy's just a little shy, that's all.

That was still very nice.

I'm Zeke.

Roslyn. Yeah.

Oh.

Roslyn.

Do you like to dance?

What, you've got more shy friends?

Just me.

You want to hear what they're saying?

Is he cute?

Every word.

You think that's why you haven't really
tried to find her?

Maybe she fell in love again.

Got married.

Had kids.

Maybe you couldn't face it.

How could?

the citizens of New York.

The city should weep with sorrow in the
night.

Bank robbery.

Wrong place, wrong time.

The Monument Bank on Addison Street.

But she died instantly as he killed her.
She was killed by a stray bullet fired

by Joe Renkmeyer, that creature that got
away from her this morning.

4th, 1999.

That's today, isn't it?

She was killed today.

Exactly 45 minutes from now.

From now?

Well, then you gotta get me to L .A. I'm
sorry, Ezekiel.

This is as far as I go.

What are you talking about?

The rest is up to you.

Up to me?

What do you mean, up to me?

Get across the country in 45 minutes.
Remember, the future hadn't even been

written yet.

Faith, Ezekiel. Have faith.

Faith.

It's not about my wife's life.

I thought that glow worm would never
leave.

I need to get out of here.

May I remind you for whom you work? I
brought you back here to chase down my

escaped souls. I don't have to let you
save your precious Rosalind.

Do you have a precise time? How much
longer does she have left? Please don't

this. Nine minutes? Eight minutes? I
want you to fully experience each

moment. She should have known. You work.

For me.

Say it.

All right.

I'll work for you. You do my bidding,
don't you?

Yeah.

I do your bidding. Shall I forgive you
your transgression?

Sure. Forgive me.

Now get me back.

You really fancy me the forgiving sort?

No.

Not really. So here's the bargain. Oh.

A bargain? Yeah.

Keep your redemption.

Your second chance.

I'll return all your damn souls with no
strings attached.

Just get me back.

No, I can't, Mr. Stone. This is too
good.

This has to be a lesson you'll never
forget.

Damn! If I could only alter time. Make
these eight excruciating minutes last

forever.

You can't.

Can you?

You can't alter time.

You can't mess with reality at all.

You can only mess with my perception of
reality.

None of this is real, is it?

I'm not in New York.

I'm not even in a cemetery.

You know anything about faith?

Faith? I was present at its creation.

Look at you now. You really think faith
is going to set you free?

Y 'all be kind enough to kiss the floor.

Let's not be getting heroic now.

Get that money out.

Open the drawer, please.

What are you looking at, doll face?

Drop it!

You're a real pest, you know that?

And I'm done dealing with you.

Oh my God, everybody move,

move, move.

Let's go.

No,

no.

No, this. This way.

This way. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go.

I think you're right, Ezekiel.

You should keep your distance.

For now.

Look at her.

She's so spooked.

She'll be alright.

This will all just be a blur to her.

So beautiful.

And you're happy to see her.

Aren't you? You're not troubled at all.
Yeah.

I guess so.

So, then don't underestimate yourself
again. The world is full of Roslins.

And they need you to succeed.

Never mind what my brother says.

Yours is a divine purpose, Ezekiel.

He'd freak if he heard that.

Good, let him freak.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Oh, there's one more thing you should
know.

Your fate.

But never determined until you killed
Gilbert Jacks.

All in all, you lived a good life,
Ezekiel.

Have faith.

Your work's appreciated.

Let's go down to the war

Coming inside out.

Coming inside out.