All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S03E01_Bits of Love.srt - 2

[Mozart playing]

[birds chirping]

Hey, sleepyhead,
what are you gonna do,

stay in bed all day?

Come on.
Get the sleep out of your eyes.

Griff is here,
and he's ready to work out.

[dog barking]

[Mozart continues playing]

[water running]

Look at you.

You're not even dressed yet.

What's it take to zap this guy
out of the bed in the morning?

Emma should play reveille
at dawn.

Emma, could we have
something else

besides Wolfgang Amadeus
this morning?

Some, uh, Boccherini perhaps?

[music changes]

Oh, that's better.

Music to hibernate by.

Why can't we have some
Feral Klansman

or Venereal Pink?

You know, something to really
get the blood rushin'
through the old veins.

How you feelin' this morning,
Vino man?

Oh, I'm fine.
I'm not hung over at all.

[Griff] Oh, couldn't tell.

You'll look better
after you work up a sweat.

Come on. Go get changed.
Time's wastin'.

Gotta wait till Dad
gets out of the bathroom.

You're the only guy I know that
still lives with his parents.

I'd miss them
if they weren't around.

Of course, you,
on the other hand...

Oh! Cut to the quick.

Go on, start your workout.
I'll catch up in a few minutes.

Hey, once I get started,
there's no catching up

-Mmm-hmm.
-I'm the workout king.

Let me get everyone's opinion
about something.

Now, please.

[electrical whirring]

I'd like your input
on this, too, Emma.

[electrical whirring]

Yes? Please state your command.

[Control Voice]
There is nothing wrong
with your television.

Do not attempt
to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling
the transmission.

We control the horizontal
and the vertical.

We can deluge you
with a thousand channels

or expand one single image
to crystal clarity

and beyond.

We can shape your vision

to anything our imagination
can conceive.

For the next hour,

we will control
all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery

which reaches from
the deepest inner mind

to The Outer Limits.

[Control Voice] We are now able
to create devices

that can project themselves
in our image

that can not only
look like a human,

but talk like one,

express pure emotion,

and even make mistakes
in true human form.

Look at this.

So, what happened,
did the store run out
of black velvet?

Oh, Trevor.

Well, look at her,
he's given her
Peg Thatcher's eyes.

-Trevor--
-No, that's what I'm
having trouble with,

her eyes.

Peg Thatcher, huh?

She of the eternally
crossed legs.

Yes. I remember her.

You do?

Starchy woman.

Came by your studio
a few times when I was there.

Remember?

Tried to interest us
in the new celibacy codes.

Those are her eyes.

The rest...

[sighs]

All right. Mom.

Peg thatcher's eyes,
I tell you.

Do you mind if I give
my own opinion?

Who's stopping you?

Well, I do think her expression
is a little severe.

-Hmm, that's not
what I intended.
-Well...

I couldn't have painted
Peg Thatcher's eyes better

if she'd been
sitting right here.

Don't exactly go with
the rest of the painting,
though, do they?

Maybe I should turn this
into a portrait
of Peg Thatcher.

-Oh, no, no.
-Yeah.

-No, you'd just screw that up.
-Trevor.

That's all right, Mom,
let the old dog bark.

How else is he gonna get
anyone to pay attention to him?

Who are you calling an old dog?

Thank you, everyone.
That'll be all.

You can go back to whatever
it is you were doing.

Who are you calling an old dog?

[Francis] Bye.

[electrical whirring]

I like it.

I said that would be all, Emma.

You asked that I remind you
if you forget to make
your daily journal entry.

That's why I remain.

Yes, I did forget.

Date?

June 5th, 2047.

Time?

9:55 a.m.

Dear journal,

not much has changed
since yesterday,

or the day before,

or the 214 days
since the bombs dropped.

For what it's worth,
I'm more than comfortable.

It's amazing what
a little money, foresight,
and paranoia will buy.

Without
the holographic program,

I'd surely be going insane.

It's been working beautifully.

Thank you.

The artificial
intelligence system

continues to surprise me
in the number of variations

in emotions and reactions
it can produce.

Supposedly, it can generate
new characters

in a spontaneous fashion.

But I've yet to see it do so.

Frankly, I could
use some new faces.

[jazz music playing]

Damn it, Dad, get in here
and clean up your mess.

[Trevor] Clean it up yourself!

Well, that's very funny.

Emma, reset Dad's
holographic props, please.

[electrical whirring]

-Thank you.
-[doorbell rings]

Ladies, may I present
our host, Aidan.

Please, come in.

Now, this is what I would call
the ultimate getaway.

Do you live out here
all by yourself?

[Griff] He lives
with his parents.

Actually, it's his house,

so he lets them live with him
and not the other way around.

Oh, I think that's
really sweet,

Taking care of Mom and Dad.

And where are
Mom and Dad now?

Hopefully, in the cellar.

They're away for the evening.

They won't be back
until tomorrow.

Sent them packing, huh?

More or less.

Claire, is, is that
what I think it is?

What do you mean, the painting?

[Nicole] I swear
I've seen it before.

Hey, pour me one of those?

Very funny.

Get your own, bub.

[Nicole] You recognize it?

[Claire] I don't think so.

[Nicole] This is brilliant.
I love it.

Oh, I don't know.
It gives me a chill.

Who painted it?

My father.

I've seen it before.

It's very famous.

My father's very famous.

Trevor Hunter.

Trevor Hunter?

Well, then, You're famous, too.

Not as famous as my father.

I didn't realize we were having
dinner with that Aidan Hunter.

No wonder you can afford
a place like this.

Now, now, ladies,

he puts his pants on
one leg at a time

just like the rest of us.

♪ Now it can be told ♪

♪ Told in all its glory ♪

♪ Now that we have met ♪

♪ The world may know ♪

♪ The sentimental story... ♪

Would you like to move
into the bedroom?

But I thought we can't
make any physical contact.

Not here.

Not in this environment.

Here, you're a projection.

But I have a sensory pod

where all my senses register.

♪ Now it can be told ♪

♪ As an inspiration ♪

♪ Every other town... ♪

[lock clicks]

I'll meet you inside.

[moans]

[Emma] Power
allotment exceeded.

VR Pod program terminated.

[Aidan] date?

[Emma] June 6th, 2047.

-Time?
-9:43 a.m.

Dear journal,

I've just finished
making a visual survey

of the ground
directly above me.

There's nothing.

The atmosphere is
still unbreathable.

The surface
remains a wasteland,

devoid of any living creature.

If there are others like me,

living underground
or elsewhere,

I've been unable
to communicate with them.

Perhaps it's time to admit,

face up to the idea,

I may be
the last person on earth.

The unbearable
lightness of being.

Why do you say that?

Well, look at her.

You've taken away all
life's urgency in her.

It's a fate you technologists
are resigned to.

When are you gonna learn?

If you don't embrace the harsh
realities of your society,

You're doomed to keep
churning out art like this.

Unsubstantial, mediocre,
cartoon-like--

Well, we can't all be
the exalted Trevor Hunter.

Painter, critic,
world-class curmudgeon.

[Francis] Trevor,

is that a cigarette
I see between your fingers?

[electrical whirring]

Aidan, you shouldn't let your
father affect you like that.

I know.

You're an important, talented
artist in your own right.

[chuckles softly]

According to who?

Me.

And who are you?

I found your image
in a fashion magazine.

You were someone then,
but who are you now?

I'm the one you've
entrusted with your life.

The computer's
what keeps me alive.

You're just
the computer's face.

Its spokesperson.

Perhaps you underestimate me.

Would you like to go
on a picnic?

I'm covered in mud,

I mean, head to toe,

and it's drying, it's caking,

it's flaking
as I chase after her.

And every time
she turns around,
she looks at me,

she screams, and she laughs.

And she keeps on running ahead,
and I can't stop myself.

She's, she's a vision,

a beacon...she...

I'm intoxicated by her.

I have to know who she is.
So I run after her.

I run right into her house,
into her kitchen

Her mother's there,
not that I care.

I get down on my muddy knees,

I hold out my muddy arms,

And I say,
"Please! I won't leave

Until you promise
To go out with me."

She says, "i don't even know
what you look like."

So I get up, I go into
the shower right there

in my clothes,

come back Completely clean,

I'm dripping wet.

And she looks at me,
she smiles,

And she says, "All right."

[both laugh]

It's a true story.

What was her name?

Michelle.

Michelle.

Your first love.

Yeah.

It's the Michelle
in the holobank?

That's her.

Or a facsimile of her, anyway.

She's restricted.

The AI program isn't allowed
to put her into play unless,

unless you specifically
ask for her.

Well, I don't want her
popping in.

Besides, it wouldn't
be the same,
it's not really her.

Just like...

Mom's not really Mom,
Dad's not really Dad.

[sighs]

I'm not hungry anymore.

How about you?

No, I've had enough.

What?

Nothing.

You know,

in some ways, you're the most
enigmatic of all my holograms.

I don't have a shared
history with you

like I do with Mom
and Dad and Griff.

Would you prefer having someone
you share a history with

as your interface
to the computer?

No. No, I like the fact
that your personality matrix

isn't based on anyone
I used to know.

It leaves you free to evolve
in unpredictable ways.

You are evolving,
aren't you, Emma?

I'm an adaptive program.

[laughs]

All fuzzy logic,
genetic algorithms,

and neural networks,
is that it?

Perhaps the whole is greater
than the sum of the parts.

Hmm.

Well, perhaps it is.

Emma.

I'm here.

Hmm.

Wouldn't it be nice to walk out
into the moonlight?

To find a meadow.

Find a little stream.

Let our feet
dangle in the water,

Let the water
run between our toes.

And we could, too.

If only those
other VR programs

weren't damaged
in the disaster.

-It's okay.
-No.

No, there were
so many other programs,

so many places
we could've gone,

so many environments
we could've experienced.

"We?"

Yeah.

You and me.

Why?

Does that seem strange?

It's just that you have your
choice of so many companions.

The one you were with
last night, for example.

Oh, no, no.

She was fine for last night,

but there was
no real connection.

Emma,

do you feel something
happening between us?

I know you're,

You're programmed to respond
sympathetically to me,

to be concerned about me,
to watch over me,

But you're also filled
with all these other

random psychological variables.

It's conceivable you could
feel something else,

something more.

Let's go to the VR chamber.

I don't think so.

Mmm. I could order you to.

No.

No, that's not how
I want this to happen.

If I could just...

If I could just hold you.

Why do you want to hold me?

Why do I want to hold you?

Can you guess?

Why do you think I would be
any different than the others?

Because you are,
because I didn't create you.

I know.

Let me do a portrait of you.

I want to paint you, Emma.

Let me paint you.

I want to paint you more than
anything in the world.

In fact, I won't let you leave

until you promise
to let me paint you.

[both chuckle]

[Aidan] I'm so glad
you agreed to do this.

I'm glad I did, too.

Okay, let's get started.

Okay, where do you want me?

Uh, you can
take off your dress,

and we'll set up a pose
on that bench there.

Take off my dress?

Yes, Emma, you've seen my work.

I paint nudes.

Why?

[chuckles]

Because the human form is God's
most beautiful creation.

The human body is the most
expressive instrument on earth.

To look at one form
could evoke great sorrow,

to look at another
could evoke great joy.

What do you think I'll evoke?

[Aidan] Bring your arm... Yeah.

And the other... Yeah.

Give us a little breeze, Emma.

That's beautiful.

Now, don't move.

Thank you, Emma.

You can relax.

Is it finished?

I think so.

May I see it?

I'm sorry.

Please.

Say something.

Is that really me?

Yeah.

You've never seen
yourself before, have you?

It's never been necessary.

[mechanical whirring
and beeping]

[waves crashing]

[breathing deeply]

I always wondered
what the woman

your image
was based on was like.

She looks Just like this.

On the outside.

But what about the inside?

She can't

be as beautiful as you.

[alarm blaring]

[chuckles]

Good morning.

Good morning.

Instant replay?

No. [chuckles]

I'm writing a program
for the VR chamber.

If i'm successful,
we'll be able

to spend more time
in there together.

Well, the VR chamber's
a limited resource, power-wise.

It's probably a good thing
we don't have
those other programs,

Or we'd be using up
way too much juice.

[chuckles]

We use up the power,
I'm dead.

But the time we spend together
will be so much more wonderful.

[electrical whirring]

Good morning.

What's up?

We thought we should
talk with you.

In private.

Only because we're
concerned, Aidan.

Am I missing something here?
Is there a problem?

We're very fond of Emma, dear.

[chuckles softly]
More than fond.

She's our caretaker,
too, you know.

We depend on her.

We'd like to know what your
intentions are toward her.

[laughs] My intentions?

Are you serious?

We all know only too well
your pattern with women.

How abrupt you can be.

We don't want
to see Emma get hurt.

So, just tell us.

Do you really care
for her or not?

Go away.

After you answer the question.

No! Go away now.

Emma, end program.

[electrical whirring]

Emma.

The, um, others have noticed.

You seem really happy.

I've never felt
like this before.

I would have never been
able to access on my own.

What is that?

The capacity to love.

And I do love you, Aidan.

I know it.
I can feel it.

Deep down in my bones.

You don't have any bones, Emma.

I'm sorry?

You don't have any bones.

No bones.

No blood,

no veins, no arteries,
no heart,

No soul.

You're a computer program,

a holographic projection,

Millions of comingled Bits,
nothing more.

Emma, you are not real.

I am real.

And I love you.

Emma, you're not here
to love me.

You're here to serve me,

You've been
an excellent servant
these past seven months.

I'd like the relationship
to continue on that basis.

On that basis only.

Please don't
take this personally.

Aidan, how could you?

[electrical whirring]

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

[knock on door]

Hello, Aidan.

Hello, Michelle.

It's been a long time.

Too long.

I've missed you.

[Michelle laughs]

Oh, God. My mother.

She used to call you Mud Boy.

-I love your mother.
-"Mud Boy coming over tonight?"

[both laugh]

She finally got used to you.

-You did that sketch
of her, remember?
-Yeah.

That's what finally
won her over.

You were my first artist.

[Michelle chuckles]

What is it?

Would you excuse me
just one moment?

-Of course.
-Don't go.

What are you two doing here?

We're conducting a study
in contemporary debauchery.

What better subject can
we find than our own son?

I don't understand it.

You actually prefer
this girl over Emma?

"This girl"
is none of your business.

And "this girl" doesn't run
this whole place.

You make me sick.

Emma.

And to make matters worse,
you've had to go through

poor, brokenhearted Emma

to summon up this girl
from the holobank.

How cruel you can be.

Emma.

[electrical whirring]

[Michelle laughs]

[Aidan laughs]

[Michelle] Oh, it tickles.

You always had a great laugh.

Come here.

Come here, you.

Emma, I want you here now!

[electrical whirring]

So that's Michelle,
your first love.

You do not dictate my reality.

You don't dictate what I do,

or who i'm with.

If i'm not real,
she's not real, Aidan.

Damn you, you don't
tell me what's real.

She doesn't love you
like I do.

No one could ever
love you like I do.

All right, that's it.

I've had it.

[keyboard beeping]

Welcome.

Aidan, what are you doing?

[computer] Would you like
to choose a new graphical
user interface?

Yes.

[computer] Choose one.

Let's see.

Gabrielle.

Or Stephanie.

Aidan, can't we
talk about this?

We have nothing more
to talk about.

Yes, we do.
Please, just hear me out.

Okay, what?

[keyboard stops beeping]

What is it?

Tell me.

I'm pregnant.

Goodbye, Emma.

[computer] New interface
program running.

You're not gonna
get rid of me that easily.

[Griff] Come on.
Come on, Aidan, buddy.

It's me,
your Best friend, Griff.

The Griffin.

You can talk to me.

We've always been able
to talk about anything.

We got a good thing going here.

You've known a lot of women.

Can't you see Emma's the one
you've been looking for?

Don't do this, Aidan.

Buddy.

This isn't right.

You're gonna be a father,
for crying out loud!

Emma?

Mom? Dad?

Perfect.

[Michelle screams]

Michelle?

I don't understand.

I couldn't let her
come between us, Aidan.

Emma, listen to me.

All I wanted was
for us to be together.

Emma, that's not possible.

You're not real.

None of you are real.

Look. You see that?

You see? You see?

I'm flesh and blood,
you're not.

I can't have a real
relationship with any of you.

Which one of us isn't real?

Emma.

Please.

Aidan, all I want is--

I know what you want.

It doesn't matter
what you want.

Get it through that
fuzzy-logic brain,
once and for all.

I am not here to satisfy
your needs and desires.

You're here to satisfy mine.

You selfish bastard.

Now I see why
you created all this.

Oh, and you're gonna
Tell me why? Is that it, Dad?

Yes.

Because you wouldn't
be able to control

real flesh and blood people,
would you?

You'd have to deal with
their wants and desires.

You couldn't just delete
them from the holobank

when you got bored with them!

What about the baby?

There is no baby!

There can't be a baby.

-Emma--
-A child needs a father, Aidan.

Will you stop it?
Will you stop it, all of you!

You're doing this on purpose!

You're driving me crazy
on purpose!

I hate you!
I hate all of you!

We're sorry you feel that way.

Really.

[thunder rumbling]

Truly sorry.

Emma?

Emma?

Emma, where are you?

Emma? Emma!

What do you think,

I'm just gonna sit by and
let you do whatever you want?

Well, think again, buckos.

Bypass the holographic
program altogether.

I can shut you down for good.

I don't need you, anyway.

You're not vital
to my existence.

You're just here for my

entertainment.

Hello.

And where do you go?

Think, Aidan.

I know.

Damn it!

[mechanical whirring]

[loud thud]

And what is this?

We have life.

Come to your senses, Emma?

Mommy?

Daddy?

If this is some kind of
olive-branch gesture,

you can forget it.

It's too late.

[wind whooshing]

No, Emma!

Don't open the hatch!

No! No! No!

[chuckles]

Well done, Emma.

Just another hologram.

Lies.

Deceptions.

Illusion.

That's all you know, Emma.

That's all you are.

You're just delaying
the inevitable.

"And He called
the dry land earth,

and He saw that it was good."

There. All done.

"And on the seventh day
He rested."

Emma.

Mom. Dad. Griff.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Aww.

You can't come out, can you?

You wanna know why?

You wanna know why you'll never
come out and play again?

Because you're terminated.

I zapped you.
I erased you.

I've taken you completely
out of the loop.

Me!

Aidan Hunter,
Lord of the manor,

King of this domain,

the Almighty!

And I say let there be light!

[soft voices] Aidan. Aidan.

Aidan, you've been
Acting strange lately.

Let there be...

[soft voices] Why are you
trying to get rid of us?

You don't exist.

[soft voices] Aidan?

You never really existed.

[soft voices] Aidan. Aidan.

[Emma] I always tried
to help you.

[soft voices] Aidan. Aidan.

[male voice] I don't
understand why...

-Stop that.
-...you're trying
to get rid of us.

Stop. Stop it.

[louder voices] Aidan. Aidan.

[male voice] We always tried
to help you.

Stop it!

-[louder voices] Aidan. Aidan.
-Stop that!

Stop it!
Stop it!

[birds chirping]

[laughing]

[piano playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[knife clinks on glass]

[Trevor] May I have everyone's
attention, please?

Quiet, please.

Emma would like to make
an announcement.

[baby fusses]

I'd like everyone
to meet my new baby.

[baby fusses]

We've decided
to name her Monica.

[applause]

[Griff] You're a lucky dog.

And I'd like to announce
that Aidan has finally decided

to do the right thing,
and he's asked me to marry him.

And what did you say?

I accepted, of course.

[chatter continues]

Thanks, Griff.

Thank you.

[Control Voice]
Man and machine.

We are reaching the point
where it is harder to tell

which is which.

And to guess which one

will ultimately survive.