All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S05E22_Better Luck Next Time.srt - 2

You always have to do this
the hard way, don't you?

Why mess with tradition?

[sirens wailing]

You hear that?
They'll be here soon.

Maybe you should
just give me the gun.

I don't think so.

I'm gonna get it anyway.
I always do.

Not... this... time.

[grunts]

Wrong again.

Why mess with tradition?

So, that's another one for me.

You're keeping score, right?

-Better luck next time.
-[gun cocks]

[yelling]

Not again.

Not again!

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[indistinct radio chatter]

-Hold it right there, pal.
-[guns cocking]

You don't understand.

This isn't
what it looks like.

You get down
and you stay down!

Or you're
as good as dead, pal.

Go ahead
and shoot me, Officer.

It won't make any difference.

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You are about to experience
the awe and mystery

which reaches from
the deepest inner mind

to The Outer Limits.

Is violence born
in the heart or in the mind?

If we must kill
to protect ourselves,

what will that do
to our souls?

Hey, hey, partner,

I thought you were taking
the rest of the week off.

No, I okayed it
with the lieutenant
this morning.

Three days off the job
and they give you
your badge back?

IAB Review's
not what it used to be.

You should know.

I cleared those three cases
while you were gone.

Yes, so I hear.

So I was thinking,
if you're not up to speed,

I'll take the lead
on this one too.

Thanks for caring.

What have we got?

Well, according
to Rent-a-cop number one--

Name?

His name's Kimball.

He's going to go
check out front
when the phone rings.

It's Rent-a-cop number two
on patrol.

He starts freaking out
'cause he thinks he's seen
or heard something,

or somebody do something
real freaky.

All of a sudden, bang,
and the line goes dead.

So Kimball starts to freak
and calls us.

We're on our way in
when there's another bang.

Then we find number two
dead alongside John Doe,
also dead.

[male detective]
You guys took in
a possible, right?

Yeah, caught him trying
to leave the scene.

That's when he said
the other dude shot himself.

What?

-Matter of fact,
he insisted on that one.
-No doubt.

Okay. So, good guy comes across
two bad guys doin' business.

He tries to phone it in,
he gets a bullet
for his trouble.

Two bad guys have
a disagreement,
it gets physical.

So somebody pulls a gun
and then the argument's over.

This guy that you pulled in,

did he have
anything on him?
Drugs? Money?

No, nothing like that.
We was right on top of him.

He wouldn't have time
to stash anything.

So, what were they
fighting about?

Politics.

[chuckles]

Maybe religion.

It's more controversial.

Mr. Kimball, have you ever
seen this man, or the man
who was arrested before?

No.

-Do people
come down here often?
-Doesn't look like it.

The man you arrested,

without any witnesses
you'll have to let him go,
won't you?

-It's hard to say
at this point.
-Hmm.

-Possibly.
-That means yes.

It's always the same
with you guys.

Sounds like you've had
some bad experiences
with law enforcement?

Sorry, Detective, I just had
kind of a rough morning.

Am I free to go now?

Sure. Here.

Anything else you remember,
just give us a call
on that number, all right?

Go ahead.

This was all
he had on him.

-Yeah.
-What is he, an engineer?

He hasn't said
more than two words
since they picked him up.

So care to guess what it is?

I give up.

At least
the bomb squad assures me
it's not an explosive.

What about the gun?

Two shots,
too many prints.

It's going to be
in ballistics for a while.

So, uh, what about that other
security guard, Kimball?

He might be more involved
than he lets on.

We'll go back at him
after we talk
to the shooter.

You sure you're up
for this conversation?

Yes.

He's all yours.

All right, sir.

Excuse me.
Would you come
take a seat?

There you go. Sit down.

I understand you're
not much of a talker.

[chuckles] Boy, if you're going
to start out like this,

it's going to be
a really long day.

Well, you know, I feel that
the only point in talking is

if there is someone
who's willing to listen.

That's cool. 'Cause that's what
we're here for, so start nice.

You got a name?

Mm.

Too many.

Well, one will do.

You begin.

Teri.

Well, you know that
you have to let me go, Teri,
because I didn't kill anyone.

That's right,
'cause your story is
what again now?

Yeah, that's right.
The guy killed
himself, right?

What a shame
we can't ask him that.

What a shame.

Was he a friend
of yours?

No, no, he was more
of an acquaintance really.

Oh, boy.

So, let me
get this straight.

You and your acquaintance
were at the scene,

you got pissed off
at each other, you fight,

the other guy
ends up with the gun
and he shoots himself.

Why?

Question's why?
Out of remorse for kicking
your ass, is that why?

Do you really
want to know?

No, we just want
to spend time

with fascinating people
like yourself.

Of course
we want to know.

I'd like to keep an open mind
about these things. I want you
to tell me the truth.

Then tell him
to wait outside.

Hey, look, I don't take orders
from her. And I do not take
orders from punks like you.

Why do you want him
to wait outside?

I don't think Detective Daniels
can appreciate
what I've got to tell you.

And besides
I don't like him really.

Oh, you don't like me?
I got news for you, pal.

-I don't like you
that much either.
-Frank.

All right.

I'll just go
run the pictures.

-Goodbye, Frank.
-I'll just be outside.

[sighing]

The name's Gerard.

Okay, hey, Gerard.

So tell me,
who's the killer?

It's not a who,
it's a what.

You're gonna have
to do better than that.

It's not human.

-They never are.
-That's not what I mean.

And I can prove it, of course,

and all you have to do
is look into my eyes.

-Give me a break.
-[chuckles softly]

Teri, has there ever
been a time where you wished

that someone
could just look at you

and know exactly
what was in your mind,

or in your heart?

Wouldn't it be nice
if people could just see things
the way that you did?

Not by making weak inferences
from some vague deposition

or a cold ballistics report...

...but by actually seeing
the events for themselves.

The way in which
they actually happened.

Have you ever
wished that before?

Do you expect me to believe
that you can do that?

Sure.

Hey, it's just a little talent
that I've developed
over the years.

Ah, come on, Teri.

What do you have to lose?

You better make this good.

Okay.

The place is London
and the year is 1888.

A man is drifting
through his life.

He's dissipating
his talent

and his privilege
in alcohol and laudanum.

A sad man, Teri.

A useless man
without a purpose,

until one night,
when the man saw something.

He saw something
that he would
never forget.

[women moaning]

[moaning loudly]

[woman screaming]

It's all right.

I'm a doctor.

[yelling]

Help, police!

Murderer!
Murderer!

[gasping]

-Get up.
-Why?

Damn it, get up! Move!

The disorientation that
you're feeling is normal.

It will pass.

Hey, you're not hurt.

Ooh. What are you so scared of?

I didn't try to escape,
did I?

What the hell
did you do to me?

I transmitted those
images that you saw
directly into your mind.

Don't give me that crap.
How'd you make me
see those things?

They're like memories.
It's a form of communication.

It's like telling
a story with pictures.

Listen to me.

I'm afraid that
I am not exactly
what I appear to be.

I am not a human being, Teri.

I am an energy being.

Devoid of any permanent
physical form.

It's actually like those things
I just showed you.

You expect me
to believe this?

Well, you know what you saw.

You read a book
on hypnosis, big deal.

Mmm, you don't believe that.

Ha! But I'm supposed to believe
that you're an alien?

Mm. Yeah.

Tell me something.

What is the difference
between you, Teri,

and a body
lying in the morgue?

I mean, chemically
you're pretty much the same.

So, what is the difference?

What's different is
the unique collection

of electromagnetic fields
and energy patterns

which you refer to
as Teri's thoughts,

Teri's consciousness.

You're talking
about a soul.

Well, whatever you like.

Where I come from,
that is what we are.

This body, it is a container.

It is a convenient means
for me to interact with you.

There have been
many others.

There will be many more.

The one responsible
for the murder,

he is also from my world,

but he is
a psychopathic killer,

and I have been tracking him
for over a century.

Are you telling me
that you're some kind of a cop?

Something like that.
The Englishman
that I showed you--

he is just one in a long line
of innocent victims.

What do you mean?

Well, come here
and I'll show you.

Unless you don't care
to know
what happened to him.

Where's your cane now, Jack?

Right here!

Surprise.

What in god's name are you?

I'm a nightmare, Jack.

You're not even of this world,
are you?

Bravo.

Why don't you go back
to your own kind?

Why do you think?

You choose to be here.

I must applaud
your persistence, Jack.

No one's ever come
quite this close before.

It gives me a certain frisson
of excitement.

And are there...
Are there others?

Other races besides
your own out there?

Beyond imagining.

But why me?

Why did you have
to pick me?

You're the perfect
lightning rod.

They already have
enough clues

to suspect you
of the murders.

I'll just keep
entertaining myself

until they finally have
enough clues to convict you.

Goodbye, Jack.

No!

[grunting]

Ahh!

[screaming]

Better luck next time.

Ahh.

She's the one you want.
I'm telling you.

She's the one you want!
She's not even human!

Oh, Inspector Langford.

Inspector Langford,
you have to believe me.

That thing is still out there.

I'm afraid that's not
my concern anymore, Mr. York.

I'm retiring.

What?

I'm going to America
for my health.

I shall escort Lady Ellen
while she visits there.

It's the land
of opportunity.

Don't worry.

She'll hardly feel a thing.

No! No!

[gasps]

So, tell me
something, Teri.

Are you going
to help me,

or are you going
to stand around
until the killer kills again?

I need time to think.

Mm-hmm. You do that.

And I recommend that
you don't tell anyone else
what you saw here

because of course
I'll deny everything.

I won't have
your scientists

dissect me like
some laboratory animal.

And make no mistake,
it will be you who ends up
in an asylum,

just like Jack.

You go and think now.

[doorbell buzzes]

So, how's it going in there?

His name's Gerard.

Gerard? That's it?

Heh. He leads
a rich fantasy life.

I'm trying to figure out
the best way to come at him.

Look, if you're
having trouble--

I'm getting to him.

Sure. They got an ID
on the corpse.

Right on the top
of the stack
at Missing Persons.

Mark Esterhaus.
He's an insurance salesman.

The guy has been gone
for three days now.

What is an insurance salesman
with a home in the suburbs

and a wife and three kids
doing mixed up in this?

Exactly.

Excuse me.
Are you Detective Russo?

Yeah.

I'm Patty Ridell.
I'm Billy Ridell's mother.

Oh, ma'am,
we're very sorry for your loss,

but there's not much
we can do for you down here
right now.

-If you could come back--
-I... I need to speak to you.

-It won't take long.
-It's okay.

I heard that you were cleared
of doing anything wrong
when you shot my boy.

That's correct.

You people call that
a good shoot, don't you?

Yeah.

A good shoot.

[sighs] Billy's life started
with me and ended with you.

We're always going to be
connected that way,

you and me.

Because of that,
I just want you
to understand something.

[clears throat]

When Billy was really young,

he started hanging out
in some bad places

with some bad people,

so I started yelling at him.

You got to try
and discipline them
while you still can, right?

[sighs]

He kept telling me
that he wasn't doing
anything wrong,

but I didn't believe him.

I just kept yelling
and yelling and yelling

until finally
he just stopped denying it.

Mrs. Ridell,
your son was on crack
and was assaulting

a nine-year-old girl
when I found him.

He turned a gun on me.
I had no choice.

I know.

[sniffles]

I'm sorry.

I know that he hurt
a lot of people

and that
if you hadn't stopped him,

he would have hurt a lot more.

You're not the one
I'm pointing the finger at.

I just can't help but think
that if I believed him,

when he told me
he was being good,

that maybe he would have
turned out that way.

Because I know...

[sniffles]

I know that he was good once.

I just wanted you to know that.

Detective Daniels,
I think we should talk.

Sure.

[doorbell buzzing]

Answer a question.

If you are what
you say you are,

heh, then why don't you just
get up and walk out of here?

I doubt that
any of us could stop you.

And even if you were shot,
you could just transfer
into somebody else.

Yes, that's true.

However,
if I did attempt escape,

many people would
be injured,
most likely killed.

The thing that I'm chasing
wouldn't care about that.

But I do.

Let me tell you something
about my acquaintance.

You see, every once in a while
we come across a human

with whom we share
a particular affinity.

It's in these bodies
we're able to exercise
certain natural abilities.

It would be as if
you woke up in the body
of a professional athlete.

Suddenly you'd be able
to breathe deeper,
jump higher,

run faster than
you ever could before.

After the incidents in London,

I eventually tracked my quarry
to the old American West,

where he had found
such a body.

Show me.

[crackling]

[hammer clanging on anvil]

Sorry, boys,
I'm closed for the day.

We need some new harnesses
and saddles.

Well, you come back tomorrow.
I'll be happy to outfit you.

Rather not.

This'll do. Try it out.

I'll pick out some bridles.

Hey, you going
to pay for that?

Wasn't planning to.

That's far enough.

The man's bent
on dying, J.D.

I think he is.

[gunshot]

Next one is dead center.

It sure is.

[grunting]

[boom]

You son of a bitch!

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

[gasping]

Now, that's the kind of man
that I'm trying to stop.

So, yes, Teri, I could
force my way out of here,

but I will not have
innocent blood
on my conscience.

One must have a reason to kill,
mustn't one?

If you want me
to believe you,

you're going to have
to tell me more,

a lot more.

The body you're in now...

who was it?

An indigent.

No friend or family.

A lost soul
bent on killing himself
with drugs

and alcohol.

I don't enjoy what I do.

I only do what I must.

As convincing
as your images are,

unfortunately,
they don't prove anything.

If you want anyone
to believe your story,

you're gonna have to
show me some hard evidence.

Have your doctors
completed their autopsy
on the one who shot himself?

I doubt it. Why?

Well, when they do,
they will find
his internal organs were,

for want of a better word,
consumed.

There will be
no explanation for this.

Why?

A side effect of the way
we occupy a host.

Sooner or later, the body,
it... it burns out.

Even if he hadn't been shot,
he would have died
soon enough in any case.

Why don't you just transfer
into somebody else
before that happens?

Unfortunately,
it's not that simple.

When we transfer into a human,
we bind to its nervous system.

The only way to transfer out
is when the host body
is at the point of brain death.

We must take over
a new host within moments,

or we cease to exist.

That's why Esterhaus
shot himself,

to get away from you.

Who did he transfer into?

I don't know that.

I wish I did.

Yes, this is Detective Russo.
I need the medical examiner.

Thanks.

Neidor, how are you doing?

[chuckles]
Well, that's very cynical.

Okay, you're right,
I need a favor.

Uh, the one that came in
this morning...

A .38 in the chest?

No, no, I won't hold you to it.

Like his insides were
all burnt up.

No, it doesn't make any sense
to me either.

Thanks.

I gotta tell you I'm real glad
you took that interview
by yourself,

'cause if you hadn't,
I might have missed out

on one of the greatest
loony tunes

I've ever, ever had
the pleasure to talk to--

Kimball, the security guard
who called it in.

Maybe he's angry
'cause he missed

the local Star Trek convention
or something.
But he's in there...

He's under the impression
that he's possessed
by some kind of

alien energy being,
or something.

What?

Oh, my god.

What?

You just made my job
a whole lot easier.

I see he's already made
an impression on you.

-What are you doing?
-He's been telling stories
again, hasn't he?

Showing you the terrible things
I've supposedly done.

-It's a pretty impressive list.
-Showing you?

He's been lying to you,
Detective Russo,

about a lot of things.

You see,
I'm not some kind
of psychopathic murderer.

He is, and I've been after him
for longer than I can remember.

Then why didn't you
tell us the truth
right off the bat?

Well, I wasn't sure
if you could be trusted.

He has always had this knack
for making friends easily.

Case in point.

You took the body
of an innocent man.

Would you prefer
I transferred into
a policeman's body instead?

-I didn't have many options.
-Okay, now, wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait a minute.

Do you believe this guy?

Yeah, Gerard told me
the same thing.
I believe him.

Do you have
a real reason?

Or is it just a feeling?

Because that's what
he's counting on.

All right, enough of this crap.

I want to know
what the two of you guys
are talking about right now.

Frank, believe me,
you don't want to know.

Don't tell me what I want
to know, partner, all right?

What the hell are you two
talking about?

I'd be happy to tell you.

Before he transferred
into the body of Gerard,

he was romantically
involved with
a young FBI agent,

who had access
to a remarkable piece
of technology.

[moaning softly]

[phone ringing]

Grand Central Station.

I have to get that one.
I have to.

I have to.

Hello?

[man] Agent Pratt,
please hold for the director.

We have a matter
that requires
your immediate attention.

Time travel,

a means by which
to stop crime
before it starts.

This is a really sick joke.

A fetus' pretemporal lobe can
regulate an energy field.

That field becomes
a doorway to the past.

Look within yourself.

Something has changed.

Can't you feel it?

Feel what, Dr. Givens?

Do you know why the NSA
is so interested in me?

Because I could have made
my time machine work even then,

but I didn't want them
to have it.

Not before I had
set things right.

Days like pearls,
a string of pearls,
each pearl an event.

The past seems
immutable, solid,

but go back in time,
and you change one event

and you liquefy every pearl
that follows.

You change the entire string.

I don't know
what you're talking about,

but I think I should advise you
of your rights.

I kept putting it off,
putting it off,

but now I am out of time.

And it's tearing me apart.

Put that weapon down.

Dr. Givens, I highly suggest
you put that weapon down.

[machine activating]

Even if this were possible,

why would anyone do
such a thing?

An opportunity
to kill the killers
before they can kill.

What the hell
could be wrong with that?

Dr. Givens,
you need help.

I'm sorry
you feel that way.

[indistinct yelling]

[indistinct chatter]

[both gasp]

That time machine--

We found plans
for it on Gerard
when we arrested him.

That's because
he stole them.

He murdered the agent who had
been using the device

and he's been trying
to reconstruct it for himself.

Why?

To enable himself
to travel wherever
and whenever he wants.

To prey on people
throughout history,

and to escape me forever.

And that's exactly what
he's going to do.

Unless you help me stop him.

The FBI will only confirm
that Agent Jamie Pratt

was reported missing
several weeks ago.

-Last seen in company
of her boyfriend.
-No.

They won't comment
on her assignment.
It's classified.

You mean, these guys could be
actually telling us the truth?

This is really nuts.
Know how nuts this is?

Time machines?
Alien energy beings? Come on.

-What am I supposed to do,
call NASA on this?
-[sighs]

If we do we'll probably end up
in Area 51

with bags over our heads,

if we're not
institutionalized first.

-Any progress?
-Uh, nothing definite.

But we do have twice
as many suspects
what we had this morning.

So, who do you like?

We need more time, Lieutenant.

Try not to keep me in suspense
for too much longer,

all right?

All right.

Okay, now one of these guys
has got to be lying.

Now Kimball came in here
on his own.

A guilty man does not do that.

-No. But Gerard isn't lying.
-How can you be sure?

-I can't.
-Right.

I want to see how he reacts
to what Kimball said.

All right.

He's here.
He's in this building.

We can sense when
the other one is near.
Do you know who he is?

Have you arrested
him yet?

On what?
On your say-so?

Oh, I see.

Oh, let me guess.

He's told you that everything
that I've said is a lie.

Actually, he's confirmed
just about everything
that you've said,

except he says
that he's the cop
and you're the killer.

That's not true.

He showed us
your machine.

Oh, my machine?

Yeah, the machine
that you killed
the FBI agent to get.

I had to kill her, Teri.
I had no choice.

It was the only way
to prevent him
from getting to the device.

I am not the criminal here!
He has killed hundreds.

Teri, please, you've got
to believe me.

You don't know
who you're dealing with.

I know what he's thinking!
I've seen it.

We're kind of on
the same wavelength, he and I.

Would you like to see
what I have seen?

Through his eyes.

-Are we finished yet?
-Not quite.

So Gerard admits
to killing the FBI agent.

But what I don't get,
why does he confess
to a murder,

and every time lies
about the rest of it?

Well, maybe that's exactly
what he wants you to think.

Detective Daniels,
you have
a simple decision to make.

Are you going
to arrest him or not?

I don't know if we can make
anything stick on this,
you know what I mean?

Detective Russo believes
he's innocent, doesn't she?

[exhales deeply] And you know
she's making a mistake.

Or do you trust her judgment
better than your own?

I trust her judgment a lot
better than I trust yours.

You want some proof
of my judgment?

These mental movies
will not constitute proof
to anyone.

I said proof--

Something tangible,
something real.

[woman screaming]

[man laughing]

[gasps and screams]

No.

Please.

No.

You're never going
to know where I am, buddy.

I've been too careful.

I've been looking all over
for a good clean host.

Gotta tell ya
they're very hard to come by.

Dr. M. here,

oh, she's my last hope
of getting a good one.

But once you're rotting
away in jail,

I'm going to have
to stop looking.

Serial murders.

Simple, vicious acts
of brutality.

He enjoys them.

He taunts me
with them.

And every time that
I've come close,

he's always found
a way to escape.
And now it's up to you.

You are the only one
who can stop him.

How?

Put a bullet in his head
and hope that he doesn't jump
into somebody else?

You're not telling me
anything new.

If you let him go,
he's only going
to do it again!

I tracked him here
when I was
in Esterhaus' body.

I found him
building the device,

and that's when he caught me
snooping around.

Then he shot me
when I tried to get away.

If this doesn't
constitute evidence...
[grunts]

I don't know what does.

It's not finished yet?

No, but it's close.

Looks like
you stopped Gerard
just in time,

no pun intended.

Well, I couldn't have done it
without you, Chief.

Yeah, make sure
you mention that
to Lieutenant Bates

and my partner Detective Russo,
if you wouldn't mind.

I'm getting
the lab boys down here.
They'll love this.

Actually I have a better idea.

What?

Here.

Let me show you.

Turn around.

They're moving you
down to City Center.

-I'll take you there myself.
-You let him go?

We couldn't hold him.
He wasn't under arrest,
you are.

Wait. I told you we could
sense each other.

I know where he is.

Look.

They've gone back
to the warehouse.

He's deceived
your partner.

Now, tell me something.
If he really is
who he says he is,

then why do you think
he would be starting up
the time machine?

-How can I stop him?
-You can't do it by yourself.

Good.

I knew you'd come.

Frank, where's Kimball?

Move away from him, Teri.
You're backing the wrong guy.

That's not Daniels anymore.

I said, move away from him!

That's not him, Teri.

Teri!

[gun cocking]

No!

[gunshot]

Woo-eee!
Looks like I won.

[laughing]

Oh, my god.

What do you mean?
You won.

No, no, I won.

No, he believed me
enough to shoot you.

So what? I had her
convinced enough

[stammering] to shoot
her own partner.

[imitates stammering]
All right, what does
that make it then?

I don't know.
I've lost count.

Next time,
I get to kill myself first.

No way. We wrestle for it just
like we always do, buddy boy.

I don't believe this.

You are a traditionalist!

-Yes!
-This was just all for fun?

It was some kind
of a game?

Hey, let me tell you something.
You live forever,
you get bored.

You can't be killed,
you get bored.

We just do this
to relieve the boredom.

And you know, Teri,
with your police credentials

it will make it so much easier
to complete the time machine,

and then we are going
to have some fun.

Come on, your body's dying.

Wherever and
whenever we choose.

-Come on. Take her
and get it over with.
-All right!

We're going to have
a wonderful time together.

[laughing manically]

[gunshot]

Take them all out, Teri.

[exhales]

-Back off, she's mine!
-What about me?

I don't care.
Her body belongs to me.

Where am I going to go?

Nowhere ever again.

Neither one of you.

Better luck next time.

-No!
-No!

[gunshot]

[Control Voice]
In the struggle between
life and death,

sometimes survival is not
the only way to win.