All language subtitles for The.Outer.Limits.1963.S01E06.1080p.BluRay.X264-iNGOT

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or sharpen it
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and we will control
all that you see and hear.

You are about to participate
in a great adventure.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery

which reaches from
the inner mind to...

Here in the bright,

clustered loneliness
of a billion, billion stars,

loneliness can be
an exciting,

voluntary thing,

unlike the loneliness
man suffers on earth.

Here, deep in
the starry nowhere,

a man can be as one
with space and time.

Preoccupied,
yet not indifferent.

Anxious, and yet at peace.

His name is Joseph Reardon.

He is,
in this present here,

30 years old.

This is the first time
he has made this journey alone.

This is Starship One.
This is Starship One.

Request re-entry pattern.

This is Starship One,
Reardon reporting.

Request re-entry pattern.

Come in, project control.
Come in, project control.

Come in project control.
Come in project control.

Where am I?

What planet is this?

It is called earth.

Earth?

No, I left earth
8 months ago.

8 months ago?
Impossible?

No one has left
or returned to earth

in almost 200 years.

I did... 8 months ago.

February 3, 1963.

The year is 2148.

Well, it couldn't be.

It must be 1963.
It must be.

Time and space
are indivisible.

Somehow in your travels,

you moved from one
to the other.

You know,
something happened.

A chill, brightness.

I seemed
to collapse inside,

as if I were going
into a convulsion.

A time convulsion...

Which brought you
into the future.

Future?

Well, what could
have happened?

A hydrogen war?

No.

No, there was no war.

We are the remaining
survivors of the human race.

If you're human,
you're a mutation.

Aw, it couldn't
have happened

in only 200 years.

No, no.
Not a normal evolution.

It was not normal.

You said
there was no war.

When the concern of man
is only in preparation

for defense
against himself,

he is not prepared
for the unforeseen.

An extraterrestrial
microbe

was developed and corrupted
by a renowned biologist

for his own
ambitious reasons.

Bertram Cabot, Jr.

We've memorized
every detail of his life.

His various addresses...

His cares, his joys.

His friends, his family.

Noelle, they called
his mother.

Noelle.

A woman who
issued destruction

for all future
Christmases.

A microbe...

Destroyed humanity.

There were side effects
to the symbiont,

which Cabot isolated
and developed.

Side effects
he did not foresee.

Which brought about...

Genetic changes,
and inhibited

our ability
to reproduce.

What you see here

is essentially
the work of one man.

Bertram Cabot, Jr.

Come.

I will show you
all that is left

of moments, men,
and places.

Here... here lies

the protected
history of man.

The cherished words
and pictures

of all he has
known and loved.

The noble Hamlet...

Anna Karenina,
putting on her gloves

on a snowy evening...

Gatsby
in white flannels...

Moby dick...

And Mark Twain's whole
meandering Mississippi.

Melville.

"Hope proves
a man deathless."

There is no hope here.

There has to be.

There is no future,

only the safe and dear
upholstered memories.

You said your mind,
your psyches,

were so advanced.

Why couldn't you
find a cure or some way out?

It was too late.

The only positive cure

was in preventive
medicine,

but man was too busy,

too busy
going to the moon,

too busy clubbing
his brothers over the head

with his newfound toy,
the atom, to anticipate

and resist the parasite
that was to suck out

his right to immortality.

I can't believe
it's going to come to this.

I won't.

I can find
the time warp again,

go back through it.

Back? Back through time?

Well, I came here,
didn't I?

And nobody's proved
it's a one-way street.

I'll go back.
I'll tell them what's ahead.

What they have
to prepare themselves for.

But even if you
made it, they'd...

They'd hardly
believe you.

Well, I'll make them
believe me.

They'll think you are a fool
or a psychotic,

but there is a way.

You can take me
with you.

Well, there's
a possibility

we couldn't
make it back.

Well, it's better to die than
sit and watch the world die.

Well, if you're...

Afraid that I'll
frighten them unnecessarily,

I have the ability
to change my appearance

through hypnotic
suggestion.

I can...

No. No!

That's the one thing
we want them to do:

See you exactly
as you are.

That will make them
believe us.

I'm almost positive
it happened here.

I've established
a correlative azimuth

of 1.25 minus 16 mils.

Blue wave length velocity,
300,000 kilometers.

I'm gonna put it
on automatic pilot,

in case I'm right.

Now, we hope.

What course might
history have taken

if Alexander,
Napoleon, Hitler

had never existed?

What if Bertram Cabot, Jr.

Had never been born?

What is it?

The warp...

What's wrong?

I... I'm not going
to make it through.

You must. You must.

I... I'm dying.

No. No!

What will happen
to the world?

What will become of the world?
What will I do?

Go on. Go on.

You must come with me.

They won't believe me
if you're not there with me!

Find Cabot.
Find him

and kill him
if you have to.

But... kill Cabot.

Kill Cabot.

Aah!

Wait!

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to frighten you.

I didn't hear you
come in.

I've seen you.

Somewhere.

Yes, but not in the way
I wanted you to.

This is a boarding house,
isn't it?

Yes.

If you're looking
for a room,

I think there are
a couple of vacancies.

Mrs. Mcclusky, the landlady,
will be here in a minute.

Do you live here?

Yes.

A lot of the students
from the university

live here.

It's quite beautiful.

I like it.

It's old-fashioned.

It's good
to cherish old things.

Beauty is always
on the edge of being lost.

Did I hear someone
talking about me?

I thought I heard
the expression "old things."

Oh, I think
he was talking

about the furniture,
Mrs. Mcclusky.

I'm looking
for lodging.

Well, now, don't tell me
a respectable-looking

gentleman like you wants
to plunk himself down

in the middle
of a day nursery.

I'm sure it's not
as bad as all that.

Well, no.
Not if you don't mind

the telephone jabberers
and the, uh...

Patter of little feet
all night.

There's a great deal
of comfort

in the sounds of youth.

Well, then, I'm sure
you'll enjoy them in stereo.

Come along.
I'll show you to a room.

Don't you have
any baggage?

They will come later.

You sound like
an Englishman.

Yes, I...
I'm from London.

Oh, are you going
to be a professor

at the school?

Possibly.
I'm an archeologist.

Archeology? No wonder you're
interested in old things.

It's very nice.

It's $10 a week,
professor...

Andro.

Professor Andro.

Thank you.

House rules are on the back
of the closet door.

The bathroom
is down the hall.

Thank you.

I was told a young man
lives here, a student,

by the name of Cabot.
Bertram Cabot, Jr.

Oh, yes.

Bert did live here,
but that was a year ago.

He's been in the army
since November.

In the army?

Oh, yes.

He's at some big base
up north.

You should have asked
Ms. Anderson about him.

Ms. Anderson?

Noelle Anderson.

The girl downstairs.

She's Bert's girlfriend.

Yes. As a matter of fact,
they're going to be married

when he comes home
on leave this weekend.

What, are you an old
teacher of his?

No.

But I do want to talk
with him about...

About his future.

From what I gather,
Uncle Sam has him

for another year,
and then, I think

he's coming back here to do
some post graduate work in,

um, biology or something.

I see. But he will
be here this weekend?

With bells on.

Good. I'll talk
with him then.

Thank you
for your kindness.

Aah!

Mrs. Mcclusky?

Mrs. Mcclusky?

What happened
to her?

She opened the door,
she screamed,

and then she fainted.

I'd better call
a doctor.

No, no.

I'm fine.
I'm all right.

What made you faint?

I thought...

For...
forgive me. I...

I feel very foolish.

Please don't.

Why, it must have been
a shadow on the mirror.

It must have been,
or you're not

what you seem to be,
professor.

Few of us are,
Mrs. Mcclusky.

You couldn't be what
I thought I saw.

Nobody could.

Well, I... I brought you
some towels.

Excuse me.

When a woman
combs her hair,

she imitates
the motion of the stars.

It's a nervous habit.

Are you disturbed?

I had a hallucination
in the woods this afternoon.

It was horrible.

Yes, horrible.

My psyche professor
would consider it

part of the secret
nature of my dreams,

some great trial
I'm about to face...

Like getting married.

I know.
Mrs. Mcclusky told me.

His name
is Bertram Cabot, Jr.

He's all the things
I ever dreamed of in a man.

He doesn't play at life
or dream it.

He lives it,

in all its seriousness
and pleasure.

Why did you
call Bert junior?

Well, I understand
he'd been given

his father's name.

Bert's father's name
is Arnold.

No, no. That can't be.

But it is.

I'm too early.

I'm too early.

Is something wrong?

He isn't born yet.

Who isn't born yet?

Bertram Cabot, Jr.

Of course
he isn't born yet.

Bert and I won't be
married until this weekend.

You will be his mother.

You will be the mother
of Bertram Cabot, Jr.

Noelle!

I'll be down
in a minute.

You are Bertram Cabot?

Yes.

Are you waiting
for Noelle?

She said she'd be down
in a minute.

I've often wondered what
that quality of mind is

that enables a soldier
to encounter death

with firmness,
valor, and boldness.

It's like stepping
on a rattlesnake.

You learn to bite first,
so you don't get bitten.

May I ask you
a question?

Of course.

To save your own child
from destruction,

would you press a button
destroying all the children

of another land?

Are you asking me
as a future father

or as a prospective
scientist

with a duty
towards humanity?

I wasn't aware
there was any distinction.

But you do have a very
practical and objective mind.

Like father, like son.

Did you know my father?

No, I didn't
know your father.

You are going to marry
a very lovely

and wonderful girl.

I think so.

Do you love her?

Who are you?

What does it matter?

Will you answer
my question?

Do I love Noelle?

Do you?

Yes, I do.

Then you must not
marry her.

Not marry her?

You'll destroy her.

Look, maybe it doesn't
matter who you are,

but my personal life
is none of your business.

To save all the future
children of the world...

I must somehow prevent
one child from being born.

What are you
talking about?

You must not marry her.

Everything depends on it.
You must believe that!

How long have you
known Noelle?

Not long, but...

Long enough
not to want her harmed.

You're that professor
Andro she mentioned.

Yes.

Well, stay away
from her.

I want to help her!

To help you!

To help everyone!
You must believe that!

"Help me." Come on.

Who do you
think you're kidding?

If you try to marry her,
I'll have no choice!

Listen, you just
stay away from her,

or I won't
have any choice!

Come on.

We've had
our first argument.

Over an outsider.

Noelle, look, I don't...

Do you have to go?

Yes. I've got to go
to the school. I...

I've got to arrange
for all my post-grad courses

next year, when I get
out of the service.

Next year.

We'll be married
a year.

Do you still feel
you don't want to wait?

Mrs. Mcclusky
would be devastated.

She's had the parlor
drapes cleaned

and the rugs
shampooed.

Oh, she's always
wanted to have a wedding

in her parlor.

OK.

I'll try to hurry back.

I followed you.

I know.

I felt you.

May I sit close to you?

You know bees sleep?

Do they?

Like a baby.

When there's
an eclipse,

almost the whole
insect population

goes to sleep.

The ones I've seen
since I came here

seem so sure
of themselves.

Tell me who you are.

Noelle, I don't know
how to tell you

to make you understand.

Noelle, you must love me.

Please, don't say anymore.

I have to go!

Noelle, listen to me.

I can't let you
marry him.

I have yo go!
Please let me go!

No, please! Together
we can save eternity.

Noelle!

Go to the house,
Noelle.

I'll catch up.

But please...

Go on!
Do as I tell you.

We are going
to be married.

Not if I can help it.

You can't help it
or stop it.

I have to stop it.

I will try anything
to stop it.

I must no longer
concern myself

with your innocence.

I can think of only
one thing now...

The children of all
the world.

You're out of your mind.

You don't even make sense.

I don't want
to kill you!

But I will!

You and her, I must!

I must!

Dearly beloved, we are
gathered together here

in the sight of God

and in the presence
of this company

to join together this man
and this woman

in holy matrimony.

Into this holy estate,
these people present

come now to be joined,

and if there be anyone
here who maintains

that this man
and this woman

should not be united
in holy matrimony,

let him speak now
or forever hold his...

Bertram Cabot,
do you take this woman

to be your lawful
wedded wife,

to live together
in sickness and in health...

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!
Aah!

Noelle!

Andro!

Andro!

Andro?

Andro!

Andro.

Go away.

Please, go away.

They've hurt you.

No. I'm all right.

How could you come here?

I wanted to see you.

You saw me.

Weren't you frightened,
like the others?

All men have their
moments of violence.

In some, it passes.

I saw yours pass.

But didn't you see my face?

The change?

The others did, I know.

I...

I lost control.

I didn't see anything.

Except that
you couldn't bear

to have me marry him.

You tried to stop it.

You didn't see
what I really am?

Tell me...

What you really are.

Ugly.

There's no ugliness
in you.

I know there isn't.

Not in me, Noelle.

Not in my heart
or my soul.

Not in your face, either.

This face?

This face is
a suggestion...

A mask to cover up
a surface

as corrupted
as the world

into which I was born.

I am that hallucination

you saw in the woods,
Noelle,

the great trial
you are about to face.

But it's all over now,

so go back
to your wedding.

There isn't going
to be any wedding!

I don't love him.

I don't think
I ever did.

But you'll still marry him
eventually.

I know now that

you can't change things
that are meant to be.

Noelle, I have to leave,

I must go back
to where I belong.

Andro.

Andro!

Take me with you.

It's impossible...

Please.

It's you I love.

I don't know
how it happened

or why.

And I don't care.

I only know
that I want you.

I need you.

Noelle, Noelle,
I didn't mean for you

to fall in love with me.

I didn't.

Did you mean to kiss me?

Yes...

To touch me?

Yes, but I couldn't
help myself.

It must've meant
something to you.

I know it did!

Noelle, I... I can't love you.

You must not love me.

Why?

Because there's no hope
for us!

Because we cannot
change destiny!

Now, please try
to understand.

I can't.

Look at me.

There are travelers
in time, Noelle.

There are people
in tomorrow's cities,

living,
breathing strangers,

whom you never see

but who are there
just the same.

Instead of the glorious
future all men envision,

there's only a dark
and empty road

leading to misery
and mourning.

This is the world
from which I came, Noelle,

the world of tomorrow.

A world you will
help make.

I wanted to change it.

I tried.

You know what
I had to do?

I had to prevent you
from bearing a child,

Cabot's child...

Destined to grow up
to be the catalyst

for the world's end!

The truth is
in my eyes, Noelle.

You served your purpose.

I'll never have that child.

The world will be different.

No. In a year,
perhaps more,

you'll find Bert
or he'll find you.

You'll marry and you'll
have that child,

unless you were to...

Die now.

Or...

Or go with you.

You can change destiny,
Andro.

Take me.

Keep me.

Don't let Bert and I
find each other again.

Is it possible, Noelle?

Could we make
another future,

a better world?

I wonder what it's going
to be like where we're going.

If it's ugly,
I won't care.

I'd be with you.

No, it won't be ugly.

We're changing that.

It will probably
be beautiful.

The future usually is.

Noelle!

Noelle!

Noelle!

Andro?

What's wrong?

Noelle, listen.

We created a future into
which I was never born.

If you'd married him,
had his child...

My world would've come.

But we have changed
all of that.

It would be
all different.

And I was never born.

Andro!

Andro.

Andro.

Andro.

It is said
that if you move

a single pebble
on the beach,

you set up
a different pattern

and everything
in the world is changed.

It can also be said

that love can change
the future.

If it is deep enough,

true enough
and selfless enough,

it can prevent a war,
prohibit a plague,

keep the whole world whole.

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