All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.S03E13.Legacy.of.Love.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor

You'll witness things strange,

unexpected, mysterious,
but not to be denied.

Join me now and take
one step beyond.

Asterias vulgaris.

The starfish.

Usually he has five points,

but sometimes in
the fierce struggle

for existence beneath the sea,

he loses a point, or a limb.

The parent body drifts
away and the lost limb,

willing somehow to become a part

of that which was once the
whole, is left by itself.

Lost forever.

By itself.

And then within
the billion cells

of the seemingly dead member,

longing is translated
into growth.

Now cell by cell
the limb remembers

that of which it
was once a part.

And now, cell by cell,
reconstructs itself into the shape,

the function and
the pattern of that

to which it once belonged.

Until finally,

memory becomes reality.

A new starfish has been created.

This was done by a
very common creature.

Asterias vulgaris,
the common starfish.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, you
gave me the wrong ticket.

This is for the
train to Seaside.

Well that's what you said.

No, I'm sure I said Woodmere.

Alright lady.

For Woodmere.

Thank you, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Please, miss?
- Yes.

You're on the wrong train, miss.

We're going to Seaside.

No, no I'm going to Woodmere.

Yes, that's what
your ticket reads,

but this train goes to Seaside.

Seaside?

Well, I, I, I
will have to change.

You can't, it's
nonstop all the way.

What can I do?

Nothing.

Seaside?

Let's order Peter
a chicken sandwich.

Norman that girl's
staring at you

with the most peculiar
expression on her face.

Norman, what's the matter?

Norman, do you know her?

Norman.

What?
- Do you know her?

No, I don't know her.

I never saw her before.

In my life.

Norman, please,
what's the matter?

I don't know.

Hello.

Yes, ma'am.

What time is the next
train for Boston, please?

There's three tomorrow.

No, tonight,
I mean as soon as possible.

There's none tonight.

Thank you.

Need a taxi, lady?

No thank you.

Yes, yes, I, I
want to go to a hotel.

Any one particular?

No, no, I, I've
never been here before.

Well I can make
a recommendation.

You can try the Hotel Alton,
it's the newest one here.

It's quiet, comfortable,
nice people go there.

I want to go to
the Sea Cliff House.

Those your bags?

Yes.

I thought you said you
were never here before.

Taxi's over there, lady.

Taxi, mister?

Yes.

Where'd you like to go?

Sea Cliff House.

Sure thing.

You hop in front with me, son.

Well here we are, two fares
and both to the same place.

Tell you what I'll do, I
won't charge you two fares,

or as little as one.

That fair enough?

You folks just make
yourself comfortable

and I'll take care
of your baggage.

It's a pretty town, isn't it.

I imagine it's busier
than it's ordinarily.

The season it is.

Thank you.

We know each other.

I know, but I don't
know how that is, though.

I live in Chicago.

Evanston, I used to
go down to Evanston

two or three times
a month on business.

Do you know Newton
Falls, in Massachusetts,

just outside Boston?

I lived there all my life.

That was your wife
with you and your son.

Yes.

Have you ever been
to this place before?

I think so, when I was a
little boy, with my father.

I think I was here once before.

As I remember, it
was late in the fall.

Why?

Why do you make me
feel so unsettled?

I've never been to
this place before.

I never heard the name of
this place before today,

and yet I,

I do know it.

I have a feeling that
this is second chance.

Yes,

this is the second chance.

Look!

There they are.

They fly south and
nest in far places.

And then something
draws them back again.

And the fledglings return from
wherever their parents came.

Did you know that
sometimes year after year,

without ever having
seen it before,

the fledgling returns to
the nest the parents used?

Are you married?

No.

But I will be, in a month.

There's something
I want to tell you.

No, no.

No please don't, please.

I've got to tell you.

My wife and I have been
married for almost 10 years.

I have never looked
at another woman.

I have never looked
at another woman.

Before.

Will not!

Please.

Don't avoid me.

I'm just trying to
straighten this thing out.

I'm not a boy, I don't play
games, and I, I don't flirt.

I feel as if I'm
being, torn apart,

and I know you
feel that way, too.

Please, please leave me alone.

You cut your cheek.

I'm, I'm alright.

Come on, why did you go
riding off by yourself?

Because I had to have
time to think about us.

Because I had to be by myself.

I don't want you
to be by yourself.

Why do you always
run away from me?

I don't want to let
you out of my sight.

How do you think I must feel?

You're another woman's husband

and I've got you in my
thoughts all the time.

Whatever I do, wherever
I am, I think about you!

Then don't think about me.

Need me, I need you, be with me.

No, no I want to
go, let me go, please!

I don't know,

what it is,

but it's clearer now.

Yes.

Yes.

I'll tell you something else.

The fight ends,

and we go walking
together in the woods.

And, and there's a waterfall,

and we sit there hand in hand.

It's the last day,
it's all we have,

but it's full.

It's a wonderful day.

It ends sadly, not painfully,

there's just emptiness
and sorrow for awhile,

and then it's forgotten.

This is all we have, then.

What?

I think we can find
the waterfall that way.

Are you ashamed now?

No, because it's
part of goodbye.

Please, please
let me persuade you,

please stay with me.

You are married
and I am engaged.

We're not children.

No.

I'm going home.

I know.

I take the morning train.

I know.

Which of this is real
and which is fantasy?

Can you sort it out?

I love you.

I know.

Norman?

I love you, have you
stopped loving me?

Or is this something else?

This is something else.

Can you explain it to me?

I don't know.

Would you try?

I'd have to understand
it myself first.

I was talking to
the manager earlier.

He said in the old days
people used to dance out here.

That's why the Japanese
lanterns are still here.

There were lanterns out
here and a band every night.

He said he'd love to see
people dancing again.

Japanese lanterns.

And on Thursday
nights, fireworks.

Why, why yes.

That's what he said.

Did you talk with him, too?

I have to see her once more.

Come on in, Harriet,
I'll be down in a minute.

John?

Mother!

I need to tell you something.

I need to tell you.

What is your first name?

Norman Bromley.

Yes, of course.

When I was young, before
I married your father,

I went on vacation to Seaside.

I met a young man
there, John Bromley.

He had a very
young son with him.

I imagine that was you.

I understood that
he was married.

Just the same, I
was drawn to him.

And he to me.

We met simply enough on a
cliff overlooking the sea.

There were wild birds
flying overhead,

and we talked of the
strange compulsion,

that marvelous impulse
that causes them

to migrate so far each year.

His wife was jealous.

She saw him talking to me
one morning and made a scene.

I didn't really blame her.

Out of shame and guilt, and
I must confess, out of anger,

I took one of the horses and
rode out along a road I knew.

Your father rode after me.

We quarreled and then made up.

We walked in the woods
and found a waterfall,

and held hands, no more.

That evening we danced
and I kissed him, no more.

The next morning I went home.

I loved your father dearly.

I thought little about Mr.
Bromley after that time.

I want you to understand, I
never thought of him again.

Until after your
father died last year.

You must believe me.

But lately I've thought
about it all again,

and again, and again.

Shortly after I came back from
Seaside, John came to see me.

He said that he was making a
good marriage with his wife.

He brought me a present,
this, I've always kept it.

Do you remember when
you were a little girl,

how you used to love to listen
to the sound of the ocean

captured in this shell?

Mr. Bromley, do you understand
why I've told you all this?

Marianne came back from Seaside

and told me what had happened.

I realized that somehow,

in some way that I'm
not able to explain,

you two were living
out my dream.

I want to free you, I
want to free you both.

Thank you.

I'm free.

I'm free.

He's left his package.

When Marianne is married
and her daughter is grown,

do you suppose there'll
be three shells?

The wild bird is drawn to a nest

it has never seen.

The part remembers the
whole, and out of it,

the limb of a starfish
creates the parent

from which it was torn.

How do you suppose that
we only inherit the color

of our eyes, the
shape of our heads,

or is there a deeper
memory in every cell,

a genetic memory.

Now we don't really know, do we?