All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.S01E14.DVDRip.DD2.0.x264-MaG.eng

I hardly know what to tell you
about the next half hour...

except that it has been reported
as true

by those to whom it happened.

It has been investigated,

and no one, as yet, has been
able to explain it

or disprove it.

Where is Sylvia Ackroyd?

Many have asked that question...

her husband, her friends,
the police...

especially the police.

I'm not the first, nor will
I be the last,

to visit this room.

It's Sylvia's room...

now become one of the world's
more celebrated bedchambers,

thanks to Scotland Yard's
highly-trained clue seekers.

They began, as they usually do,

with personal effects.

With these dresses,
all knit by hand.

Lonely hands.

The hands of a woman
who had nothing else to do.

But where is Sylvia now?

Dead?

Well, not exactly.

Well, not officially.

That morning,
the fourth of April,

was an important day.

It was her birthday.

MAN:
Sylvia?

(knocking at door)

Her 40th birthday.

Good morning, my dear.

Harrison.

I have something for you.

You should have come down
to breakfast this morning.

Essie did something triumphal
with kidneys and bacon.

Kidneys make me nervous
at the best of times,

let alone breakfast.

Now, do you mind
signing here and here?

What is it?

It's a new stock
I'm buying.

Now, now, please, dear...
I'm in rather a hurry.

I'm sorry.

But I do like to be told
about things now and again.

Well, I'll tell you later.

Incidentally, I won't be
home for dinner tonight.

I didn't expect you.

It's Friday. You're
always late Fridays.

Merely because Friday
happens to be

the most opportune evening
for filling business associates

with expensive champagne.

Of course.

As a matter of fact,
I'm taking

Horton Bassler
down to Sunnyvale.

Really?

You remember Horton.

He was with me during the war.

The three of us used to go
out together in Paris.

He was with us...

the night we won that waltz
contest at Bricktops.

That was such a
beautiful, lovely night.

You have a very good
memory, my dear.

I need it.

Shall I give Horton
your regards?

Do.

Well...

have a good day.

You, too.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Good day.

A good day.

What is a good day?

WOMAN:
Mrs. Ackroyd,
where are you?

I'm down here, Essie!

(footsteps approach)

What are you
doing down there?

Celebrating my birthday.

Oh, thank goodness.
I've been wanting to get

this place cleaned up.

Ten years, this stuff's
been lying around here.

All the things
I had in Paris.

Ooh. The welfare people
could use some of these.

Here's a perfectly
good swea...

Oh, no, Essie.

This saved my life.

We didn't have any heat
during the occupation.

Oh. Living in the past,
when them things

could keep some
poor kid warm.

Oh, Essie, look.

Our transmitter.

We used to send messages
on that across the Channel,

and you don't know how...
Junk.

You know, we
really should send

some of these things
to the hospital.

Hmm, my diploma from the
Sorbonne before the war.

What's all this?

Oh, Essie.

Madame Saulon
and I made these,

the day the Allies
marched into Paris.

We-we dyed little strips
of rags with red and blue ink,

and, oh, we waved them
and waved them...

as the boys came marching
up the Champs Elys�es...

the day I met Harrison.

Oh, Essie, it was so exciting.

Well, it's over now.

Yes, it certainly is.

It's hard to believe
it was even me.

What's this?

"A game for young and old."

Oh, well, that can go
to the hospital.

No.
Rid us of some
of these clothes.

No, Essie.

Well, what is it?

Jeremy.

Jeremy.

Jeremy.

* *

Jeremy.

You remembered.

You remembered today.

Oh, bless you.

I needed it so much.

Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.

(Sylvia laughing)

(giggling)

Oh, Essie, that's
not very big.

You're lucky to get anything,

sending me down
at the last moment.

Three shops I had to go
to for enough candles.

And I got, uh,
lamb chops for your dinner.

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

Maybe I should
get some more.

There's, uh, only
enough for one.

No, that's right, Essie...
dinner for one.

I'll have it up here on a tray.

(sighs)

(laughing)

Sir?

Hmm?

I was wondering if you
knew a man called Jeremy.

Mm. Doesn't that look good?

Uh, Jeremy who?

I don't know.

He came to call on
Mrs. Ackroyd yesterday.

Jeremy, Jeremy...

oh, probably Jeremy Carlos
from the Spanish Consul.

What'd he look like?

Well, I didn't see him.

He, uh, came when I
was down at the shops.

Mrs. Ackroyd asked me to
get her a birthday cake,

and it was when
I got back...
Oh, was it her birthday?

Heavens, Essie,
why didn't you remind me?

Anyway, it was
quite a party.

Well, good. I'm always telling
Mrs. Ackroyd

she should have more
friends... have a few laughs.

Well, there were plenty
of laughs yesterday.

I could hear them even
when I was down here

dusting the sitting room.

SYLVIA:
Good morning, darling.

Good morning.

It's all right, Essie,
I'll help myself.

Oh, I'm so hungry this morning,
I could even eat kidneys.

HARRISON:
Scrambled eggs.

Oh, so they are.

Darling...

I'm sorry
about yesterday.

What?

Your birthday.

Oh.

Well, darling, I forgot
yours last year.

Anyway, I...

I thought you were
just being tactful.

You know how women
dread birthdays.

I was saying to, ah...

I was thinking...

that's one advantage in
not having any children.

You never miss
an opportunity, do you?

I didn't mean it that way. I...

I just meant that this way

I can stay the same age
forever...

without suddenly finding
I have a daughter

years older than I am.

Anyway, I'm glad you
had a nice day.

I did. I did.

Essie tells me you
had quite a party.

Who was here?

Oh...

it wasn't really a party.

I just thought a-a birthday cake
would be fun.

That man from the consul?

Who?

Carlos?

Carlos...

Oh, no, Harrison.

Then who was here?

There was no one here.

Sylvia, what you do
is your own affair.

I use that word judiciously.

Frankly, I don't mind, as
long as you're clever enough

to keep it that way, but you
must understand my position.

I will not risk
adverse publicity.

I don't intend to find my
name in the morning papers.

I hope I make myself
perfectly clear.

(door opening)

(door closing)

Jeremy?

You know, Harrison thought I...

Oh, Jeremy.

Harrison, you're early.

Where did you go tonight?

Oh, I got bored with the house
so I thought I'd dine out.

Oh, so you thought
you'd dine out.

Yes, Harrison.

It's Friday... your night out.

I thought it was time
for my night out, too.

And where did you go?

Paglino's.

Did you see anyone we know?

Yes, I saw the Bradens.

And did they see you?

They were sitting
at the next table.

Well, you're going
to tell Lilly Braden

right now how
delightful it is

to have your cousin over
here on a visit from France.

And that you...
No, I won't, Harrison.

Because Lilly wouldn't know
what I was talking about.

Yes, they did see me.

In fact, they asked me
to join them,

because I was by myself,
dining alone.

You're a liar as well.

How dare you!

(choked gasp)

(door opens)

(sobbing)
(door shuts)

Now, what about this afternoon?

Oh, haven't had time to
type it up yet, sir.

Here you are.

Let's see...

"12:30, cold lobster and salad
at the Dover Buttery.

"1:15, proceeded along
Dover Street

"to Bailey's Gallery
in the Prince's Arcade.

Made purchase
of four pictures."

Did you see what they were?

Well, without getting
too close, sir,

they looked like
military prints.

Soldiers in different kinds
of old-fashioned uniforms.

Yes?

"1:40, took taxi

"along to
the Leicester Square Cinema.

An American musical starring
Cyd Charisse and Gene..."

Did she meet anyone?

Uh, not today, sir.

And, uh, Mrs. Ackroyd
left the cinema about 4:25

and took a taxi home.

No visit to the
museum today?

No, not today, sir.

And all this time, she
never talked to anyone?

Well, not to anyone, sir.

What do you mean?

Well, when she thought
no one was looking,

she talked a lot, sir,
in a... in a low whisper...

And laughing, sir. Oh...

Your wife laughs a lot,
but always to herself.

I see.

SYLVIA (on tape):
Jeremy, why can't I see you?

Oh, you're always saying,
"One day, one day."

It's maddening.

Jeremy, come over here
to the piano.

This little figurine...

see if you can move it.

It's not ridiculous.

Well, then show me.

Push it over, please, Jeremy.

All right, it's silly,
but-but I just want to see

if you can do
something physical.

Jeremy, no!

Harrison paid a fortune for...

(object crashing)
Oh!

What'll I tell Harrison?

But how? I don't know
how to play the piano.

But I can't.

(laughing):
All right.

What do I have to do?

Yes, yes.

I can feel your hands on mine.

(piano playing classical piece)

Jeremy!

That's beautiful.

Look at my fingers.

You never told me
you could play like this.

Jeremy...

Jeremy, please let me see you,
just once.

I'll do anything.

Yes. What?

(chuckles)

I promise.

This afternoon I'll go
to Hartnell's

and buy the giddiest thing
I can find.

You will?

Honestly?

Now, Jeremy, don't tease me.

I couldn't bear it if you...

When?

Jeremy, tonight?!

What time?

Oh, Jeremy, I want to know
how tall you are,

and the color of your eyes,

and what you look like
when you laugh.

Turn that off!
How could you?!

How could you?!
How could you spy on me?!

Sylvia, for heaven's sake,
calm yourself, Sylvia...

(sobbing):
How could you?

(sobbing)

Here, drink this.

(sniffling)

(sniffling)

It's pathetic, isn't it?

All these weeks,
you've been suspicious.

Now you know.

I do have a friend.

Now you know why I couldn't
tell you about him.

It wasn't because I was
frightened you'd be jealous.

I wish you could have been.

If you were capable of jealousy,
this wouldn't have happened.

I know one thing, Sylvia.

I know that you're ill.
You need a doctor.

No!

You don't know anything.

I'll tell you.

Do you remember me?

I don't mean the... the
heroine of the resistance

or anything like
that... I mean me.

Me, the way I was.

Fun and pretty and
enthusiastic about things.

Do you remember?

What happened to
me, Harrison?

I died.

It wasn't getting
older that did it.

Harrison, I loved
you very much.

Sylvia, you must...

Just listen.

When I found out
about you...

...I should have fought to
keep you, but I didn't.

I... I just gave in.

I stopped...

I stopped living.

Until three weeks
ago, Harrison.

On my birthday, something
happened to me

and all of a sudden,
I was moving again

and there was color
and fun and...

and sunlight.

Because someone was
showing me some affection.

Who?

Someone incredibly kind.

But who, Sylvia?

Do you know what
a ouija board is?

A ouija board?

What are you talking about?

You remember when-when
Pierre Dardet was captured,

um, and we couldn't get any
messages across anymore?

Well, Madame Saulon had
read a book on telepathy.

It seemed pretty farfetched,

but-but we were desperate
enough to try anything.

The nights were long anyway.

So, somewhere she
find a ouija board.

Well, you've seen them.

You-You put your hands on it,
and they write messages.

It's a board.

Well, anyway, it didn't work,
not for the purposes we wanted,

but we did make a friend.

Go on, Sylvia, go on.

Before God, I'm
telling you the truth.

At first, the writings
were-were meaningless.

But-But slowly,
there was sense

and then...

Jeremy.

Jeremy?

Yes, he was a soldier who fought
for France in 1870, and...

Oh, I know this sounds
unbelievable,

but I-I've checked it.

I've checked in every
book in the library.

Everything he told
us, it's all there.

His name, his regiment,
where he fought.

I swear.

Go on, Sylvia, go on.

Well, we began to depend
on Jeremy very much.

He used to tell us where we
could find food from the Germans

and he-he warned us
before the Gestapo
made searches and he...

Best of all,
he made us laugh.

Well, that's my lover.

A man who's dead 80 years.

(phone dialing)

Operator, would you
give me the number

of the Beldon
Nursing Home, please?

What are you doing?

4-5-6-1.

Harrison, Harrison, why are
you calling that place?

I'm sorry, Sylvia.
We need a doctor.

That's not a
nursing home.

Hello.

Can I speak to the doctor
in charge, please?

But you can't.

You can't.

Everything I told
you is the truth.

Hello, Doctor?

This is Harrison Ackroyd
speaking.

Could you come over to my house,
please, as quickly as possible?

It's my wife.

Yes, we live quite nearby.

There's nothing the
matter with your wife!

443 Queensgate.

As soon as possible, please.

I'm not insane! I'm not!
I can prove it!

Sylvia?
I can! I can! I can!

Sylvia.
I...

I can.

Jeremy promised...

Jeremy, you promised.

What time is it?

Almost 7:30.

7:30.

Jeremy...

Jeremy, please,
I need you.

Harrison...

If you wanted to get
rid of me so badly,

why didn't you tell me?

I would have given
you a divorce.

This was a cruel way
of doing it.

Sylvia, I don't want to
argue at this moment.

I want to argue.

You can't see
it clearly now,

but what I'm doing
is the best for you.

You see, you need care.

No!

Yes, I do need care,
but not from a doctor.

When the doctor comes,

I'm sure he'll make you
understand better than I.

I won't see him!

You mustn't do this.

Harrison, please,
don't do it.

I'm sorry, Sylvia.

Now, listen to me.

If you heard him,
if you heard him, too,

if you heard his voice,
if you saw him...

Jeremy?

Jeremy...

Jeremy, you promised.

I never needed you so much.

Jeremy? Jeremy!

Sylvia!

Harrison, the tape recorder.

The piano.

Now, you know I can't play the
piano, Harrison,

but you heard me play it
on the tape recorder.

That was Jeremy.

If-If I can do it now...

Jeremy, help me.

Help me.

(sobbing): Help me!
Help me! Help me!

(bangs keys)

ESSIE:
Sir, the doctor's here.

Doctor, I'm Harrison Ackroyd.

That is my wife.

You can trust me.

You'll be happy
where you're going.

Come on now.

HARRISON:
Is it necessary for me
to come with you, Doctor?

Not at all.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, don't bother
to make up the fire, Essie.

I'll be going out
almost immediately.

(doorbell buzzes)

Oh, I hope the doctor's
not having any trouble.

Sir...

Mr. Ackroyd?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Werner.

Who?

Werner.

We talked earlier
on the telephone.

From the hospital.

I've come for your wife.

Where is she,
Mr. Ackroyd?

Where is she?

When she left this house,

Sylvia Ackroyd joined that
bizarre band of human beings

who have simply vanished
from this earth.

Finally, utterly.

It would be nice to believe that
Jeremy did keep his promise.

He told her she'd be happy
where she was going.

Wherever that may be.

In a moment,
a word about next week's story.

Next week, we will take you
beyond the gay, grinning face

of the circus,
into the very private world

of the Flying Patruzzios,
aerialists unsurpassed,

in a nightmarish performance for
which no tickets were ever sold.