All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.S03E20.Person.Unknown.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor

Come, you'll witness things

strange, unexpected, mysterious,

but not to be denied.

Join me now and take
one step beyond.

These columns, centuries
old, are almost as ancient

as Mexico City itself.

Our search for the
true story of a ghost

has brought us here to the
great capital of Mexico,

and this historic
monastery, now school.

What's more, there
is a man yet alive

who lived a century in one
night within these very walls.

You will meet him as
soon as you have seen

his terrifying experience.

Abuelita, it's
getting late, vaminos.

I will be there in momentito.

There is plenty of time.

He's just seeing that the
other gates are locked.

What happens if we have
to stay here all night?

Don't you say such a thing.

Go, go help your abuelo,
ande, ande, listo, listo nino.

Help, acio!

Abuelita, Abuelita, acio!

Take a little tequila,
it will give you strength.

I fainted?

Jorge frightened you even
more than you frightened him.

Where am I now?

El convento.

I must go.

No, no, no, no, no,
senor, no, no, no.

A hospital is what you need.

No!

Maria, Maria, go
to the authorities--

No!

But you should be
taken care of, senor.

Por favor, just
give me a moment,

and I'll be able
to leave on my own.

I'm afraid.

Take the child and go.

Y tu?

I will join you at
Emilio's, muy pronto.

No, I won't go without you.

He should be in the hospital.

But he does not want a hospital.

If you'll give me
just a few moments rest.

Afraid?

Of me, nino?

No, no, no, senor, not of you.

Take the child to the
wagon and wait for me.

Not to long, Carlo?

No, no, no, not too long.

Jorge, vamos, vamos.

If not me, who is
the child afraid of?

I'll go find some food
for you in the kitchen.

Carlos, it's eight o'clock.

He tried to get up and
almost fainted again.

Shouldn't we call
the authorities?

Yes.

You are about to become a
very popular man, senor.

For what reason, amigo?

You will get your name
in all the newspapers.

You will make a lot of pesos.

Why?

I am Dr. Pino Atl.

Who?

Such is fame?

I'm sorry, senor, but we,

we live a simple life here.

I was very close
to the Presidente.

The one, the one they killed?

The one they killed.

But to have been a friend
of his, is that a crime?

The new government believes
I was too much a friend.

They put me in prison.

I escaped, for a while.

Maria, the gentleman is
going to spend the night here.

Here?

We will stay with him.

It, it going to be all right.

No, it, it's dark already!

Go to Emilio's.

You don't think I believe
in those stupid stories.

But can't he go to the hospital?

Senor, I plead with you.

My husband, he is not well.

You see his arm?

He had paralysis.

Please, senor, he cannot
stay in this place tonight.

But why?

Do not ask her why.

She will fill your
head with foolishness.

Ay, why are women such
superstitious fools?

She will tell you that
the convent is haunted,

that this is the night that
the ghost wanders around.

Ghost?

Yes, everybody will
tell you, this is--

All women will tell you!

Now go, go, take
the child with you!

I order this!

She actually believes
it, she was terrified.

Ghost?

My, my.

And coming back
right on schedule,

like in all the terrifying
children's stories?

No, senor.

Is not a children's story.

Senor,

this is not the result
of a children's story.

How, how did this get here?

At this time last year, a
soldier was quartered here.

He was alone in here.

He screamed, we came.

He said a terrific force had
pushed him up against the wall.

Then we found this.

It must be some trick.

But who would play such a trick?

But this is the hand of a giant.

Yes.

You do not believe this.

I don't know.

I am not sure.

This was once an Aztec shrine.

Two days a year,

terrible grave days
in their calendar,

slaves are put to death here.

It is said this is one such day.

An old man can be as silly
as an old woman, senor?

But you think this
is all foolishness.

Yet everyone in this neighborhood
believes in this ghost,

this, this specter.

It is said that he
was an Indian warrior

whom the Aztec king sacrificed

in the fullness of
his youth and power.

It is said that he
was seven feet tall.

If that is his hand,
then he must have been.

Si.

You, you are amused
at me, senor?

I'm afraid I was born
a skeptic, mi buen amigo.

Look about us,
my dear benefactor.

It is time now for
his appearance,

but where is he,
this Aztec giant

who chants and thrusts
his hands against walls.

Where is he?

A man from the market
outside the convento

came to the prison.

He said, there is a man
lurking about suspiciously,

hiding.

Somehow, he looks like the
pictures of this Dr. Atl

I showed the papers.

The man must have been blind.

How could this be
my late prisoner?

How could this be Dr. Atl?

Dr. Atl is a man of
magnificent appearance.

His face is always clean-shaven.

He is a great artist,

a profound philosopher,

a confidant to your president.

Poor stinking wretch,
how can you be Dr. Atl?

How, how, how?

It hurts.

My head has been
hurting for five days.

Who helped you escape?

No one.

We shall see about no one.

Out that gate, and into
the car at the curb.

What, what are you
going to do with him?

Feed him to the
pigeons in the square.

Why?

What are you?

He is only the porter here.

He did not know who I was.

Let him talk for himself.

You feel that?

A cold wind.

A cold wind on a,
on a windless night.

Que pasa?

Caramba!

Sit down, sit down, doctor.

Doctor Atl, you are an
exceedingly intelligent man.

But there comes a time when
even an intelligent man

has to cease being ridiculous.

Porter regains consciousness,
he will tell you.

That a ghost killed
Captain Alvarez.

I did not say a
ghost, you said it!

I said he was killed by
someone or something unseen.

I've said it 10,000 times since
they have brought me here.

You're a man whose
luck has really run down.

The new regime would not
have treated you so badly.

You're good friends
with the new Presidente.

Even now they point
out that you were

merely trying to bring
peace between the factions.

So I was.

But,

when you kill a public official,

that is a different matter!

I did not kill him.

The porter will tell you.

The porter will not tell me.

He cannot.

He died 10 minutes ago.

So, doctor.

He would have
told you the truth.

How safe you
are in saying that now.

I did not kill him!

How strong you become,
when you get angry.

Would you like to hear
the surgeon's report?

Fracture of left mandible,

fracture of maxilla,

fracture of temporal bones,

gross abrasions on
left side of neck,

multiple fractures of clavicle.

How could I have done that?

The captain lies dead
in the basement morgue.

Have you seen the body?

Isn't the report enough?

It's too much!

That's the point.

If you will go and see
the body, you will see

that I could not have done it.

Will you see the body with me?

Yes!

Muy bien.

Vamos.

Vamos!

Captain Alvarez's widow

claimed the body
early this morning.

Where was it taken?

Apparently the captain
was not a religious man.

Still, the body could not
have been buried so quickly.

No, he was not buried.

Where can we see the body?

You cannot.

The captain was cremated
about four hours ago.

You are quite correct, sir.

My luck has run down.

Perhaps not.

I must admit, Dr. Atl,
I was deeply impressed.

I was angry before because I,

I thought there
was another fraud,

you know, an insult
to my intelligence.

Now I think that you
actually believe the story.

I do.

Isn't the mind
absolutely remarkable,

and yet, it is so
understandable.

A man like you
would find violence

utterly repugnant, naturally.

Your whole, your whole
personality would reject it.

The porter and the
other obviously told you

about this specter,
this phantom?

Did you not find it utterly
ridiculous at the time?

At the time.

But it was planted in your mind,

and look how your
mind has used it.

Why, you have managed
to absolutely blot out

the whole truth with this fable.

Of course, of course, doctor,

you killed Captain Alvarez.

No.

No!

Come, come now, doctor.

Surely you do not believe in
phantoms any more than I do.

But I saw something.

Of course you did.

Of course you saw something.

Your mind created
something to shield you

from this act of violence which
is so against your nature.

You have heard to such things.

But this was different.

Every time it happens,
the person always says,

yes, but this was different.

Come, come now, my friend.

It is not so bad.

I'm sure our office
would consider a plea of

temporary derangement.

Frankly speaking,
this Captain Alvarez

was somewhat of a sadist.

But a man of your stature,

your intellect, would
be treated gently?

My head is buzzing.

What are you doing?

Gomez wants to borrow
it, just for an hour,

and since I'm about
to go off duty anyhow.

Go on with this.

Senor Alvarez is
paying him 300 pesos,

so he wants it to be perfect.

And how much is the
vulture paying you?

Nothing, sir, I assure you.

You assure me?

Get out, go on!

300 pesos.

The vulture.

Well, now Dr. Atl, let
us seriously consider

how it must have happened.

I did not do it.

I cannot make myself believe

something that is not true.

But it is true.

No, I did not touch him.

You didn't touch him?

We will go to Almez.

Come, Dr. Atl.

Come, you poor innocent man,

you grand intellectual, come!

Gomez, I brought
this gentlemen along

to show him what you are doing
for Captain Alvarez's widow.

But it's not ready.

There is much work
yet to be done.

Show us what you have.

But Colonel, it's impossible.

Muy bien, you are
barred from entering

any public building
under my authority

or dealing with any of my men.

No, no, no, por favor.

Show us what you have.

I suppose it must be dry by now.

Though I would like to
wait a few more minutes.

Now, now.

Gomez is also a very
fine artist, Dr. Atl.

He does very well
making death masks for

grieving orphans and widows.

You see why I
needed the photograph,

why I didn't want you
to see it just yet.

That's the trouble with
working with plaster of paris,

it picks up
everything, even hair.

But of course, with a
death, it's more difficult.

The flesh does not
spring back into place.

Look what the murder hand did.

Did you ever see such marks?

But I assure you it
will be first-rate

when I deliver it to the senora.

What fingers this
brute must have had.

Look here, and here.

This, this strangler,
Colonel Ferrero,

what kind of a creature was he?

He must have been a giant.

What kind of a
creature was he, Ferrero?

What kind of a creature was he?

Well, all we can say is
that the man who was there

when all this
happened, 40 years ago,

is here with us now.

We are indeed honored
by the presence

of perhaps one of Mexico's
most distinguished

living artists, philosophers,
and critic, Dr. Atl.

Doctor, for the purposes
of a dramatization

and condensation, you
allowed us certain liberties

with your incredible story,
but the psychic occurrence,

that happened exactly as
we enacted, isn't that so?

Yeah, in 1920 in the

of El Convento del Armasted.

El Convento del
Armased is the convent

that we photographed in the
first part of the picture.

I saw an officer
is strangled to death

by someone or something
not visible to the eye.

The officer was
strangled by someone

or something not to
be seen by the eye.

It is an incredible
story, doctor.

And you were saved
from a murder charge

by the use of a
plaster of paris cast,

similar to this one,
taken of the dead man, no?

That's correct, for
the marks on the throat

could only have been
made by a giant,

and plainly I am far from that.

Doctor, show me
exactly how you put

your hand on the throat
to defend yourself.

Is that incredible,
how small your hand is

compared to this
hand of the giant.

Dr. Atl, how close were
you to whatever happened?

As close I am to you, and
I see you quite clearly.

Thank you, doctor.

Explain it?

We cannot.

All we can say is
that it happened,

and to that man.

Why was El Convento del Armased
haunted by that specter?

Could it be that among
all those millions

sacrificed savagely
throughout bloody history,

something remains here on earth?

A troubled shadow
to remind the living

that injustice has been done?

I wonder.