All language subtitles for Superstition S01E03 Half Truths & Half Breeds_fgd

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Last time on Superstition...

Welcome home, son.

Would it have killed you to
let me know I had a daughter?

My father would have
stayed around to raise me.

Can you do a deep dive on the dark web

for anything on Calvin Hastings?

Looks like you're gonna be
the man of the house soon.

I want you to take this. You wear it.

And don't ever take it off.

Good morning.

Can I help you?

Um, water...

for now. We're waiting
on the rest of our party.

Thank you.

Very good.

Whiskey. Neat.

I'm a little lonely,
so keep the bottle here.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Friend of yours?

More like extended family.

Really?

Okay.

Wasn't that long ago when your kind

weren't allowed to masquerade
in public like this.

Simpler times.

What do you want, James?

You know exactly what I want.

You can hear the master's
call just as well as we can.

So whatever it is you
think you're gonna do to us

more are coming.

I'm counting on it.

Put your hands where I can see 'em!

Or I call the cops. Now!

I'll wait.

You know instead of raising my hands,

I'm gonna raise my glass.

I wouldn't pull the
trigger if I were you.

That dagger's wedged in there
tighter than a nun's chuff.

It might backfire.

As for them,

you can thank me later.

More are coming.

Salut!

What are you doing?

I can't... I can't even hear you.

Turn the party down.
Come to breakfast with me.

I'll make your favorite.

Scrambled... I haven't
had that in years.

No, I literally have to
run the Boston Marathon

to burn off those calories.

- All right. Call in a cheat day.
- Rain check.

- I'm already running.
- Run, dance.

Run, dance. It's your choice.

Running. I'm running late.

Aren't you the chief?

Doesn't it come with
some kind of privileges?

Yes. And responsibility.
Order doesn't keep itself.

What do you want, Calvin?

Nothing, it's just, uh...

I haven't seen you since I've been back.

And then there's... You know?

And the Garvey, of it all, right?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure she hates me.

She... She doesn't hate you. It's, um...

It's complicated.

Yeah, I still know
when you're lying to me.

Okay, well, hold on.

I just need a few pointers on

how to make up for 16
years as an absentee father?

Luigi's, 1900 sharp, Marine.

- Luigi's?
- Don't be late.

Yeah.

I'll be there.

Oorah.

Bye.

Oorah.

What? Come on, come on, come on.
Knees, knees. High ups, let's go.

You're going on a date with him.

It's not a date.

It's just...

I don't know, just two people
with a little something in common

meeting over dinner.

I'm not a little something.

- And that's a date.
- He knew what I meant.

- And no, it's not.
- Hook up. Whatever you want to call it.

- Definitely not a hook up.
- Right.

That's stranger danger.

Garvey.

Calvin is no stranger.

He is your father whether
you like it or not.

I want you to get to know him.

- Oh, I know him.
- Oh, really?

Yeah.

You know I did a
background check on him.

Past three years of his
military service are classified.

Government secrecy isn't out
of the ordinary for a Marine.

- True.
- True.

- But that depends what the secrets are.
- Garvey.

Your father is a good man.

Please just give him
a chance to prove it.

Right.

- Do good people hide things from their families?
- Garvey.

I'm just saying.

See now, that...

could make for an interesting
conversation on your date.

Not a date.

- Yeah.
- Not a date.

- I gotta go, Mom.
- I love you.

Love you, too.

Chief Westbrook.

I'm on the way.

Uh-huh.

- You found a notch?
- The mark of Asmodeus.

The inferno that helped
build King Solomon's tomb

before usurping the king

and ruling in Solomon's form.

Wait.

The king of demons, that's
who invaded our home?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, how was he even defeated?

The ring of Solomon.

The ring Isaac gave
Calvin before he left.

You know, this is true, it explains why

the Dredge is the most powerful
inferno we've ever had to face.

I wish Isaac was here.

This magic is older than him.

Wonderful.

Okay, look,

Isaac left to lure away the Dredge

so we could buy time to learn as much
as we could about his true nature.

Less talk, more research.

Okay, no, Bea. I have to ask.

What about the true nature of Isaac?

I'm sorry, but immortality is a
hell of a secret to be sitting on.

What is he not telling us?

What is he not telling you?

Isaac doesn't keep secrets from me.

Last time I checked, he was a man.

But seriously, I mean, how
would you even know for sure?

Mm. Superstition passed
down to me from my mother.

"Cut off the tongue

of a live goose and lay it on
the chest of a sleeping man.

When he wakes, he'll
tell you all he knows."

Well, that explains
our Christmas dinners.

Why would this drunk randomly
kill a couple at the Cottonmouth?

Travis witnessed the
altercation, signed an affidavit.

He had a crap load of weird
weapons on him. And a cool flask.

I think it was an antique.

I locked it all up in the evidence room.

And Norman Bates, he hasn't said a word.

I was kind of waiting on you
to interrogate him, Chief.

He gives me the willies.

Really, Deputy?

You could always just try
looking into his good eye.

Can I get you some water, some coffee?

Whiskey will do mighty fine.

Oh, yeah. I'll get right on that.

You care to tell me what
happened this morning?

You can't hear, can you?

Hear what, hmm? Voices?

Did the voices tell you
to murder that couple?

More are coming.

Who is coming?

Hey, you can answer my questions now

or you can sleep it off
here and answer them later.

The ball is in your court.

- More are coming.
- Yeah. We've been over that.

Fine.

So, you're going to
need a public defender,

a change of clothes and
from the smell of things,

a good hosing down.

So you just sit tight,
I'll be back in two shakes.

Calvin Hastings.

- How do you know him?
- I'll only speak to Calvin Hastings.

More are coming.

You have had a busy day.

How do you know my name?

I'm pretty sure I'd
remember a face like yours.

Calvin, son of Isaac.

Thought you'd be taller.

I thought you'd be clean and sober.

We can't all be winners, can we?

Drink, there was a noise.

You can't hear the
herald's call, can you?

The only thing I hear is the
sound of my time you're wasting.

How do you know my father?

Release me and I'll tell you.

And why would I do that?

Because more are coming.

- What does that mean, "more?"
- More are coming.

An immortal sworn by holy pledge

must live his life on razor's edge.

Before this templars of
war which began as a moon

but will as surely end with the Dredge.

You wacked two people.

If you're looking for
help, you're gonna have to

help yourself.

The hell was that?

The technical term is a "nutburger."

Was that rhyming nonsense about Isaac?

Still waiting on that whiskey.

The ramblings of a drunk.

You know most of this town
thinks that Hastings is just a

Southern reboot of the Addams Family.

Just a cook looking for attention.

The state of Georgia tends
to frown on double homicide,

so his fate is sealed.

Then I guess we're done here.

There's something you're not telling me.

Why did he ask for you?

No idea.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Oops!
- Excuse me, sorry about that.

No, it's quite all right, we're...

too busy looking for a
place to eat around here.

- Oh, new in town?
- Guilty as charged.

Oh, the Cottonmouth's your best bet.

The gator bites are
to die for, trust me.

What a lovely spawn you have there.

Pay no mind, he's teething.

Oh, not yet ripe.

Pity.

Come on, baby.

Patience.

There'll be plenty to feast upon
after our brethren have gathered.

But I hunger now.

Our master has called to sit
and wait for his instructions.

And then?

And then we'll take the
abuse of this planet,

and bring it back to its source.

All of our show will be
cleansed and rectified.

He spun his head clean around, Calvin.

I ain't ever seen anything like it.

Not even in Nam.

Anything else you recall?

The couple said he was extended family.

Said somethin' about a master's call.

So what was it, huh?

His Axe body spray?

Why was I stood up in
Luigi's for a nut burger

who you yourself claimed you didn't
want anything to do with, huh?

When did the romance begin?

Not so much of romance, it's more like

- just male companionship.
- Calvin Hastings...

Chief.

Calvin... Uh, I'll leave the two of you.

Wow.

I am really sorry, I left you hangin'.

That was really raggity of me.

I just, I got caught up.

Not as caught up as I am with
you in this dress right now.

It's very nice, by the way.

Caught up with what, Calvin?

Due diligence, crossing my T's and
dotting my I's that kind of thing.

***

You and your family are
involved with this, aren't you?

Could there be more to this
guy than meets the dead eye?

I doubt it.

But he did mention
another possible attack,

so the questions are still
nagging at me, that's all.

But that monster carved up
two innocent people, Calvin.

And if I need to question him, alone...

He broke the law, that's
my jurisdiction, Calvin.

What if you're wrong and this is mine?

Listen, he's goin' to remain in
my custody until he stands trial.

- May.
- No.

If you talk to him, it
will be on the record.

Isaac understood that.

You need to let me do my job.

If you're not gonna show your
intel on my investigation,

we have nothing else to discuss.

It's really not wise to
keep secrets from me, Calvin.

We keep secrets for a reason.

You know that.

Enjoy your night, Calvin.

- Where are you taking me?
- The holding into your arraignment tomorrow.

If you behave.

Get you some clean clothes to sleep in.

That won't be necessary, Deputy.

Here we are.

My turn.

I'm tellin' you, he knew
about Pop and the Dredge.

He could have claimed
the information from me.

That's why I can't tell about anything.

The only way this guy can
know what he knows is from Pop.

Hmm.

I guess keeping secrets
runs in the family.

Isaac doesn't keep secrets from me.

It's cool. It's gotta be him.

Mmm.

So cool, he's greeting him with a gun.

English.

Malocchio.

- The evil eye.
- Mom, it's cool. Relax.

Hastings, you have nothing to fear.

Though I am indeed evil by half.

Forgive my manners.

I would introduce myself but I
was never given a proper name.

Though Isaac always called me James.

How did you get out of jail, James?

Deputy... was kind enough to
offer me a rid of safe passage.

After assume, mildly applied
inspiration, of course.

Of course.

- Did you know that was there?
- No.

Isaac's secret stash?

We used to in our rum-running
days during Prohibition.

Mortlach 1938, single malt whiskey.

You're not human.

- What kind of creature are you?
- All right, Mom...

It's quite all right.

Your mother's very astute
and only half wrong.

I'm half human, half infernal.

If that's true, how did you get
past the words protecting the house?

I helped Isaac build those words.

Their protective magic is easy to skirt

if you know where they're buried.

Isaac would never invite
an infernal into his house.

How do you really know him?

He's the reason I'm alive.

Our human half in constant
war with our infernal one

makes us a rare and
self-destructive breed.

Violence is the only bond to
soothe that dark dichotomy.

Violence onto humans.

Quite the opposite.

See, most humans killed
my kind upon discovery.

Isaac Hastings saved
me from such a fate.

He taught me how to redirect my
internal war to hunt infernals.

Hunt them we did.

Why else would he
send me in his absence?

Do not believe a word
this vile creature says.

I don't know, Bea.

Seems like something Isaac would do.

Doesn't explain the couple
people you killed today?

I am many things, son of Isaac,

but a murderer, I am not.

Not of humans. Of course.

Not yet.

I say you don't look back.

No ribs. No bones.

Chest cavity is made
up of some kind of...

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's not human.

I told you, they're infernals.

Skeleton explains your kind's
enhanced agility and strength.

My kind?

I have never had the opportunity

to study an infernal sample this close.

It's fascinating.

How'd you know they weren't human?

When I wake the sleeping giant inside,

I see my kind, as you
say, for what they are.

Handy for tracking, but it comes
with a nasty side effect of sobriety.

Luckily there's a remedy.

Isaac sent you to baby sit me

while he chased across the
globe lookin' to lure the Dredge.

You can't hear it.

A low frequency hum
that's blanketing the town?

I don't hear anything.

The Dredger's sent his herald.

War is coming to La Rochelle.

And he's called in reinforcements.

That's why you say more are coming.

Are you expecting company?

Front door.

Calvin!

Back door.

I have all night.

Back door?

You seem to hear it a little better.

Where is he? That murdering
lunatic escaped our custody today.

In the process, he injured
four of my deputies.

Did he kill any of them?

No, he didn't kill anybody. But you
and I both know that's not the...

He's in there, isn't he?

- Let me in.
- I can't do that right now. Um...

You know, Mom is sleeping...

- Don't...
- She's been sick, and,

- I think you're in heightened excitement.
- My heightened excitement?

You are harboring a
fugitive right now, Calvin.

- That's a very serious allegation.
- It is serious!

I'm gonna try not to take it personally.

I would love to be wrong.
Prove me wrong. Let me in.

- Okay. As soon as I see a warrant.
- Thank you.

- Calvin, please, don't...
- You explained to me

that the police station
is your jurisdiction,

consider the Hastings funeral home mine.

Look, May...

I need you to trust me on this, okay?

- When I come back... When I come back
- There is no other way around this.

with my warrant,

that murderer will not
be the only one in cuffs.

Trust that.

Thank you.

Thought you were supposed
to be on your date.

Not a date.

Listen, do you still have
that file we discussed earlier?

Secret life of Calvin Hastings?

Yes. That one.

Yeah.

Wait a minute. You're no hacker.

How did you get your hands on that
information in the first place?

Classified.

That means it was Russ.

We need to talk about him,

I'm not sure that he's
the best fit for you, okay?

Yeah, yeah, we're both shattered.

What did you say?

Nothing. I said I have it.

Listen, just bring the
files to the office, please.

Okay. I'll be there in ten.

Thank you.

Son, we need to talk.

Ma, I'll smooth things out with
May later. I just can't right now.

It's about James.

You know better than anyone
you can't trust infernals.

- Arlo died because...
- Arlo died because of Isaac.

You know it wasn't as simple as that.

Infernals are still serving
backstabbing creatures of chaos.

And you're putting your trust in him?

- Not all of it.
- James possesses only half their traits

and even he can't escape their violence.

Then why would Pop send him here?

That's got to count for something.

Maybe Isaac sent him, maybe he didn't.

But you're going to take
the word of a half-infernal?

If James is telling the truth,

and the Dredge is sending
an army of infernals

to La Rochelle, he can help
us. I can't just ignore that!

- Isaac wouldn't just ignore that!
- If you're wrong,

and he's running a
game on you, then what?

Look, Ma...

You raised us to always
look beyond the skin

and into the soul.

Infernals don't have souls!

I guess we're about to find out.

How did you beat the lock on the door?

A blind halfwit warlock
could pick that lock.

Perhaps you should consider a
glamour ward to mask the door.

Good to know.

Apologies. I couldn't resist.

I didn't have much time
to gather my belongings.

They are in police custody.

Yeah.

Just your hat and flask, right?

Just the essentials, yes.

I don't mean to seem ungrateful,

but this thing you have
with killing infernals...

- Why?
- Huh?

Remember when you were a kid

with a magnifying glass?

And then you found the anthill.

It's like that.

What are we up against?

The herald was once a
handmaiden to Persephone,

with a voice so beautiful

that when she sang...

Siren's call.

In Greek mythology, they used it
to lure sailors to their deaths.

That's a superstition.

But now she works for the Dredge.

And he has cursed her with
the most monstrous form

and a voice so cruel,

it's a herald of war.

- You can still hear her call.
- Yes.

She is luring the most vile

and ruthless infernals
from miles around.

Even now, it pushes me towards violence.

Good.

That means you can track them.

We can hunt this herald
and kill the rest.

Hmm.

This is my jam.

Yeah, this is a great idea!

- Boom! Boom!
- Oh, my God!

- What?
- We should totally go skinny dipping!

What?

Oh, come on!

- The water's just right.
- My trunks are in the tent.

- Who needs a suit?
- That's right! Whoo!

Okay. I'll be there in a second, okay?

Funny, funny, guys.

You guys got me! Whoo.

All right, if you're not gonna come in,

I'm gonna come out after you.

All right, here I come!

Come on, you guys. Game's up.

Where are you?

Help me!

- Help! I can't...
- Nancy. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Nancy, stay with me.

Hey, it's okay. Come on.

Nancy. Nancy, stay with me, okay?

Are you okay? Shit!

Oh... Shit!

Oh, shit! Nancy!

Hi, Caroline.

Let's make sure this is
done right, all right?

I need all of that
evidence bagged and tagged.

Calvin, where are you, huh?

Got a bloodbath over here at the quarry.

Seems to be your guy's M.O.

We've got heads twisted
around the bodies,

and from the looks of things it seems

that he has extended his repertoire.

Calvin, where are you?

Message from May.

Attack near the north quarry. Five dead.

- You are the primary suspect.
- Hmm.

This will be your lady friend,

- the police chief?
- Ah, don't.

You can't tell her you're with me,

because if she interferes
it'll slow us down.

Yet you need her information.

Complicated by the
fact that you fancy her,

and this could do some
irreparable damage.

On the other hand,

if you like her and she
likes you, who gives a shit?

You should really write Hallmark cards.

My point is, complications are
where the good stuff is in life.

Huh.

- Didn't think you'd notice that.
- Yeah. I did.

It's going back in the Alchemy room.

The trail?

We'll circle back and
the trail will be fresh.

No, we can hunt down
the stragglers after.

What if we kill the herald,

then the stragglers are
scattered in the four winds

and the town will be safe?

I don't want to go after the herald.

Infernals from miles around

are gathering to hear the songs.

We could kill all of them.

In the quarry.

Quarry.

Slow down.

I'm human.

I don't have your infernal stamina.

English!

The apple has certainly
fallen far from the tree.

I am not my father.

Then Isaac never could've
kept up with his pace.

Are you familiar with
the Battle of New Orleans?

In 1815,

the British decided to take the
newly annexed port city for the Crown.

Everyone, town folk, pirates,
General Jackson and his army,

united to rebel against
the British invasion

in what is known to be the most
lopsided victory on record to this day.

The Brits lost 2,000
to New Orleans's eight.

Top marks!

What you didn't know was that
two men went behind enemy lines,

decimated the British before
Americans ever got to them.

- You?
- And your daddy.

Try to keep up.

What do we have here?

A fumbling half-breed.

And his sidekick.

Shall we kill them both?

The human.

But let's save James for the Dredge.

His suffering will be legendary.

Two more at our six.

Not the best odds.

Do your thing, son of Isaac.

- What?
- Use the ring.

Oh, you've got to be shitting me.

Let's go, half-breed.

Aah!

No.

He's got Solomon's ring.

- Brothers, flee!
- Go!

What are you lookin' at?

Hey, hey, hey, you OK?

Come on, come on. You all right?

- I got you.
- I can barely see, this is your fault.

My fault?

You are welcome for me
saving your life back there.

They took my eye,.

What am I suppose to
check them with now?

It's your desperado bullshit

that got us into a
trap in the first place.

If the infernals take over,

they will turn this plane
into infernal Garden of Eden.

You had the ring of Solomon,
why didn't you use it?

Then why bother, huh?

There's a chance they will take me...

Whatever, man, it's not what I did.

The ring was made to bend
infernals to its wearer's will,

and you use it like a damn trinket.

Why didn't you use its power?

I don't know how to use it.

Isaac never taught.

Isaac teaches all his descendants

how to fight and eradicate evil.

Haven't you ever wondered what happened

to the rest of your
brothers and sisters?

Isaac never told you.

I had one brother, his name was Arlo.

Your roots go far deeper than that.

Isaac has had many
families over the years,

he's turned warriors
of them all, except you.

No wonder he sent me,

he can't trust his own son.

Now why would that be, huh?

What was your failing?

Are you responsible for
the death of a friend,

a family member?

Ah...

Your brother, Arlo?

Infernal, you will keep my
brother's name out of your mouth.

He'd still be alive if it wasn't for...

If it wasn't for
infernals, is that right?

You can't get past the infernal blood
that's coursing through my veins.

You don't give me any reason to not to.

Congratulations. Racism suits you.

Racism?

Admit it, you hate all infernals.

You Hastings are born to hunt
us down and kill us on sight.

If I wanted you dead,

you would be dead.

Was that good for you?

I love the sound of an empty threat.

Isaac has made warriors for centuries,

look at the weak litter
he's made now. Pathetic.

You're no warrior.

Warriors don't go out like cobardes.

You play at war.

When you play at war, soldiers die.

Like your brother Arlo.

Hit me again.

Won't change the fact that
Arlo died on your watch.

The fact that you can't
recover makes you damaged goods.

Isaac knows it. Now so do I.

You knew.

Suspected.

I thought again you fired
up, I sharpen up your focus.

Enough to activate the ring's power.

I've seen Isaac use it.
But I don't know how.

Because I'm a mixed
heritage, I can't touch it.

Hey,

I'm sorry about your eye.

I'm gonna find another
way to track the infernals.

Well, you're the hero now.

Not gonna take you
before you were ready.

Can you fight?

A la fiesta.

A la fiesta.

Remember, the herald will lure you.

To stop it, you must use the ring

or all is lost.

You sure it's here?

Herald's using the
cavern as an echo chamber.

The call's deafening from here.

I'll take lead.

You're so beautiful.

I've never heard
anything like this before.

Focus!

Focus, Calvin.

Focus on Arlo!

Waste not, want not.

How do you think I got the last one?

Hey, James,

sure you can't stay?

I still have a lot of questions
about Isaac and this ring.

I could use another warrior.

You forget I'm a wanted man.

The herald's call still went out.

More are coming.

The Dredger's marked
your family for death.

I'm gonna go after the
infernals that answered his call.

Buy you more time to learn
about the ring and your heritage.

For what it's worth,

Isaac will be proud.

See you around, son of Isaac.

I'll keep an eye out for you.

In English.

Yeah, that is a warrant, all right?

Sorry about last night.

Nobody here but us.

Feel free to take a look around
if it'll make you feel better.

Two hunters spotted
my perp, earlier today.

I put out an APB, so I will get him,

but you need to understand I
am not one of your subordinates.

Isaac and I have an understanding
as to how to keep La Rochelle safe.

He trusts my judgment and so
should you, but even if you don't...

Know this, I am the law.

Fair enough,

no more secrets.

Next time, we work together, Chief.

Conrad, it's me.

Yeah, uh...

Listen, um, I'm calling
in a solid. I owe you one.

I need the military records
for one Calvin Hastings.

Hunter Hastings.

Iris Hastings.

Demi Hastings.

Hastings.

Hastings.

You found them.

They're all Hastings.

James said Isaac had other families.

I wasn't expecting all this.

He felt it best to keep it for you

until you're old enough to understand.

- But then you...
- Then I went off to the Marines.

So many secrets.

From the outside perhaps.

But now that you've
begun to come back in.

What does all this mean, Ma?

Why do we do

what we do?

Only Isaac has the answer to that.

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