All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S06E06_The Beholder.srt - 2

[Patrick] "The cradle rocks
above an abyss

and common sense tells us
that our existence

is but a brief crack of light

between two eternities
of darkness."

Yes, the cradle rocks,

and, I think you'll agree,
so does Vladimir Nabokov...

[students laughing]

Every time
he sets pen to paper.

But whether
old Vlad's description

of the human condition
is born of hope
or of dire pessimism...

-[watch beeping] 3:56 p.m.
-...is the question... [sighs]

[stammers] Is the question
we will come back to

when I return from my leave.

Now, before you go,
no doubt a lot of you

have heard the rumors
circulating around campus

about my upcoming operation

and I figured I'd better
set the record straight.

The next time I see you,
I may actually see you.

Dear sweet Molly Bloom here
may be out of a job.

I know that sounds
kind of crazy,

but I volunteered
to be a guinea pig

in a medical procedure
that I and my doctors hope

will allow me to see
for the first time

since my childhood accident.

I could give you
the hard science,

but, uh, [sighs] yeah,
there's a reason
I teach the humanities.

What I can tell you
is that it involves
a combination of an implant

of some state-of-the-art
micro-electronics

and the use
of a sophisticated drug,

get this, that could
only be manufactured

in the zero gravity
of outer space.

So if, uh... If anyone asks you

what the hell good
all those space shuttle
missions are for,

you can tell them... [sighs]

they may have just made
a miracle possible.

[Joseph] You're looking
at areas B-1 and 17
of the occipital lobe,

better known as
the primary visual cortex.

By removing
the damaged portion

of the necrotic area
I'm pointing to,

and replacing it
with our neural prosthesis,

we expect to fully restore

the patient's visual circuitry.

Syringe.

I'll now be injecting
the cerebral sheath

with the same
iridium suspension

which has been part
of the patient's
pre-surgery drug therapy

for the last seven days.

[heart monitor beeping]

Ready for the implant now.

[Doctor] Patrick?

How are you feeling?

Like I parted my hair
with a jackhammer.

[Joseph] We've cut down
on the painkillers

until we can assess
the results of the surgery.

Does that mean
you're going to take
the bandages off now?

Before we do that,
I want to introduce you

to Dr. Louise Burrows,
the consulting psychologist
I was telling you about.

You're still convinced
I'm gonna need therapy?

Oh. Regardless of the results,

you will be facing
a period of adjustment.

Hi, Patrick.

It's a pleasure
to finally meet you.

Are you as attractive
as you sound, Dr. Burrows?

Let's hope you'll be able
to answer that question
yourself, Patrick.

[Patrick chuckles]

Okay.

[Patrick] Oh, my god,
there's light.

I can sense light, Doctor.

That's wonderful, Patrick.
Just now... Just take it easy.

[Patrick] Oh, my god,
there's light.

[sighs] Oh, my god.

Oh, I can see your face.

I can see your faces.

Oh, it's incredible.

It's incredible.

Thank you, Doctor.

-Thank you...
-[whooshing]

What is it, Patrick?

What is that?

[woman shrieking]

What is that? Oh, my god!
Who are you?

Oh, my--

[inaudible]

What are you...

[screams, whimpers]

[groans]

[Louise] Patrick,
what do you see?

[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.

It is said that
what we behold

with our eyes is merely
the surface of reality.

But if we could see

beneath that facade,
what would lie within?

-[knock at door]
-Come in.

Louise, I was hoping
it was you. I tell you--

Remember, you promised,

no more jokes about
"a sight for sore eyes."

All right, I'll try
to restrain myself.

-Thank you.
-Have you talked
to Dr. Lennox?

-Yes.
-And?

Well, he can't really keep you
in the hospital

against your will,

although it is
his strong preference,

and I did manage
to convince him that

what you experienced
is not likely to recur.

So what happens now?

I get remanded to the custody
of my personal shrink?

[chuckles] No, Patrick.

I'm only here
when you need me.

Just like Molly.

Louise, do you still think
it was all a hallucination?

This was the first use of your
eyesight in almost 20 years,

and they tell me your brain's

visual cortex is actually
being retrained.

It was so damn real. [sighs]

Yeah.

Tell me again,

-What did she look like?
-Hmm.

Red eyes.

Red hair.

The rest...

[stammers] Her skin, it was...

It was so pale.
It was strange,
almost like a ghost.

Is that what you think
you saw then, a ghost?

You just got finished

with a perfectly
plausible explanation.

Okay.

When you were a child,

when your vision
was still intact,

did you ever see anything
like... Like this woman?

You mean like the bogeyman?

[chuckles] Give it
any name you like.

I had fantasies, phobias,

you know, like any kid.

Such as?

[sighs]

Well, um, I remember
lying in my bed,

staring at the half-open
closet door.

I swear, the door
started to move.

It doesn't mean we're crazy
when we see something
that's not there.

[sighs]

Well, I think I'm ready
to face the world.

You don't mind
if I accompany you, do you?

[chuckles] Twist my arm.

[Patrick] The trees, the sky,
everything is so beautiful.

[Louise] So they tell me

you lost your sight
in an accident

When you were,
what, seven?

Going blind
was the least of it.

I lost my parents
in the same accident.

I'm sorry.

It was a single-engine
plane crash.

We were on our way to Alaska.

They wanted me to see
the aurora borealis,

the northern lights.

My father was at the controls
when we lost power

over Fort Yukon
in the Arctic Circle.

So who raised you?

Hmm. My aunt,
my mother's sister.

She never let me
wallow in self-pity, you know?

If it wasn't for her,
I don't think I would have

gone on to college
or teaching.

She died of cancer
a little over a year ago.

That certainly puts things
in perspective.

How do you mean?

[ducks quacking]

Uh, it's just,
those kinds of losses,

the emotional trauma
can affect us

in ways that are, well,
sometimes unpredictable.

That's psychoanalese
for "This guy's a whack-job"?

I'm not here
to make judgments.

[scoffs] I thought
that's exactly--

[woman shrieking]

[Louise] What is it?
What do you see?

Patrick, talk to me.

Did you...

She's gone.

Who's gone?

The girl.

You didn't see
a girl right there?

[sighs]

[Joseph] No headaches
or dizzy spells?

[Patrick] No.

[Joseph] Any discomfort
associated with shifting focus
from near to far?

[Patrick] No.

Any halos
around objects?

I don't think so, no.

Artifacts.

[Patrick] I'm sorry?

Oh, um, spots
of light or dark

that seem to float
over your field of view.

Not really, no.

Well, everything looks good.

Very good.

No evidence of rejection,
no brain swelling.

Except for the restricted
peripheral vision, Patrick,

you're doing better
than we could have
ever hoped for.

So there's...
There's nothing abnormal?

Physically, I don't see
anything anomalous.

Why? Is there something
that you're experiencing
that doesn't feel normal?

No, I just...

You know, when the bandages
first came off.

Oh. You experience
anything like that again?

No.

Uh, no, Dr. Burrows
explained how that was

just a figment
of my imagination. [chuckles]

Hmm. Vivid as hell
from the sound of it.

Yes, it was.

I'm going to, uh, give you
another injection

of the iridium suspension.

[groans]

[Joseph] Are you all right?

Yeah.

Not my favorite part
of the process.

Yeah.

Look, Patrick.

We're going to have to hope

that your body
becomes acclimated

to the side effects

because, without the drug,

the bridge
to your neural prosthesis

would quickly
disintegrate.

Well, like I said, [sniffles]

best feeling in the world.

You didn't say anything
to Dr. Lennox?

I did, actually.

[scoffs]

He pretended
he hadn't heard a thing.

Maybe he wanted you
to volunteer it.

Why are you all
playing games with me?

No one's playing games
with you, Patrick.

I think
Dr. Lennox just feels

it's best dealt within
a therapeutic realm.

Can you go back there?

Do you remember
what you saw?

[sighs]

[inaudible]

She's trying to talk to me.

I can't hear her,

um,

[stammering] but I can make out
what she's saying.

She's crying for help.

Over and over and over
and over and over.

Would you like to help her?

[scoffs] I'm not
a child, Louise.

I know what you're driving at.

Which is?

[sighs] Wish fulfillment,
unconscious cravings.

I've created
an imaginary girl

to fulfill some...
Some twisted need.

We do that routinely
in our dreams, Patrick.

I wasn't dreaming.
Both times, I wasn't dreaming.

You were there. [groans]

Why would my mind
fantasize something
so terrifying?

Patrick, listen to me.

For 20 years, you were blind.

You lived in a world
that was cloaked in darkness.

And then, as sudden
as turning on a switch,

your senses are
flooded with light.

Assaulted with images.

How can it
not be overwhelming?

When does it stop?

I don't think anyone can
answer that question but you.

This is everything
we could have
hoped for and more.

I'm still not persuaded
that it is anything more

than an emotionally
inspired vision.

The Madonna appearing

in the reflection
of an office building,
that sort of thing.

Listen to the tape
of Dr. Burrows' session.

I defy you to write that off
as a fantasy, a mirage.

Maybe you're just seeing
what you want to see.

Joseph,
I don't have to remind you

that without the iridium
we supplied,

your experiment
would have had
no chance of succeeding.

I would like
to be able to report

your continued cooperation
to my superiors.

It'd be a shame to have
as precious a gift

as your patient's
snatched away.

[groans]

[shrieking]

[faintly] Help me, Patrick.

[gasps]

[screaming]

[exclaims]

[panting]

[door clattering]

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

[sighing]
This isn't happening.

[breathing heavily]

-[whooshing]
-[exclaims]

[gasps]

[growling]

[gasping]

[inaudible]

You're not real.
You're not real.

You're not real.
You can't be.

I'm not dreaming, am I?

Who are you?

Kyra.

It's beautiful.

You said you wanted me
to help you.

How can I help you?

You're not alive, are you?

[stammering] You're some...

[dog whimpering]

No.

No... No, Kyra,
wait, please.

Kyra.
Kyra, don't go.

Will I see you again?

Just tell me that.

All right.

Let's take it
at face value then.

-This girl--
-Kyra.

She has a name.
She told me her name.

Okay. She appears to you
and no one else.

She can't be heard,

so she communicates
by writing in the air.

And she tells you

she's from where?
Another planet?

Another world.

I never should have said
anything. [sighs]

Your mother had red hair,
didn't she?

Who told you that?

I read about it
in the story of the accident.

She looks nothing like
my mother, Louise.

And please stop twisting
everything that I say.

I am just trying
to make sense of it.

For God's sake, Patrick.
I'm not gonna be able
to help you

if you don't meet me
halfway... Patrick.

Patrick, is it happening?

Kyra, Kyra.

Kyra.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I thought you were
someone else.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Leave me alone, okay?

Get the hell
away from me.

All right.

[groans]

[sighs]

[Patrick on recording]
I wasn't dreaming.
Both times, I wasn't dreaming.

You were there.

Why would my mind fantasize
something so terrifying?

[Louise on recording]
Patrick, listen to me.

Where did you get
that tape?

Oh, Louise.

I never recorded that session.

And if I had, it would
have been for my own use.

You were told
from the moment you came in

how important
this experiment was.

I feel like I've already
betrayed Patrick's trust.

He opened up to me
with the understanding

that it would be
strictly confidential.

Louise, please try
to understand
that your participation in this

is just one part
of a much larger picture.

Well, if you expect me
to continue to participate,

I won't have you spying on me
or my patient.

With all due respect,
I won't have you
laying the ground rules.

Now, if you choose to withdraw
from this project,

there is no shortage of
mental health professionals

who would jump at the chance.

I have a connection
to this young man.

There is no way I'm walking.

I mean, after all,
this is the kind of case that
could make one's career.

Or am I reading
between the lines?

Besides, he's not
just your patient.

He's our patient too,
and something of a milestone.

He's a human being, Joseph.

And a very troubled one.

He insists on going back
to the classroom,
but he's not ready.

He's clearly delusional.

And if he deteriorates
any further,

I'm concerned it might develop
into a serious psychosis.

If, in fact, the symptoms
that he is exhibiting

truly are signs
of a psychosis at all.

Joseph, I have
the strongest feeling

I haven't been as thoroughly
briefed on this case
as I could've been.

You know as much
as you need to know
for the moment.

[Louise] No, that
is not good enough.

I want to know what the hell
is going on here,

and I wanna know now.

Louise, have a seat.

Please.

You know the iridium
that has been an integral part

of Patrick's
post-operative therapy?

The synaptic stimulant,

the one that helps
stroke victims.

There's compelling
scientific evidence

that it doesn't just enhance
the brain's receptivity,

but it enhances perception,
heightens the senses,

even in faculties sometimes
referred to as extra-sensory.

What are you
trying to tell me?

That what Patrick
is experiencing,

it just might be real.

[Patrick] Aside from their
immeasurable genius,

what Virginia Woolf,
William Faulkner, James Joyce

all had in common
was their use
of a literary technique

that we've come to know
as stream of consciousness,

in which the characters'
thoughts, their actions,
their emotions

all have an associative
pattern rather--

No.

No.

Uh...

Uh, stream of consciousness,
right, where...

The characters,
their thoughts, their--

Is everything okay?

If I had a trophy room,
I'd probably hang a picture
of your brain scan in it.

You are the real-life
Six Million Dollar Man.

[Patrick]
I better warn
my insurance company.

-[Joseph chuckles]
-So is that it for today?

Not yet.
I'm gonna be giving you
another injection.

As a matter of fact,
I'd like you to come in

-every day this week
for a treatment.
-Every day?

Doctor, I don't know
if my body can handle that.

You don't want
to backslide now, do you?

Of course not.

It's just...The drug wreaks
havoc on my system, Doctor.

I can't eat
for hours afterwards.
The headaches are unbearable.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

No, nothing is wrong.

I don't believe you.

Patrick, you're living proof
that the treatment
is a success.

It's the drug, isn't it?

It's the iridium
that's allowing me
to see her.

See who?

Oh, I know Louise
has told you everything.
This is crazy.

Why won't you tell me
the truth?

[Borden] He's right. We should.

It's time you were told
the truth.

[Joseph] Oh.

Mr. Borden, I didn't know
that you were observing.

[door opens]

What truth?

I wasn't aware
there was more than one.

Who are you?

Forgive me.
Dwight Borden.

I work
with British intelligence

and the National Security
Agency.

National security?

The iridium drug that
was produced on the shuttle,

Mr. Borden's agency
made it possible.

Rarer than
a flawless diamond.

And far more costly.

It wasn't developed
for your procedure per se.

You might say that its use
in your case is one of those
unexpected byproducts

of scientific research.

What was it produced for?

Actually, Mr. Tarloff...
May I call you Patrick?

Patrick, eight years ago,

a small group of scientists
within the government
discovered

that a drug originally
developed for stroke victims

had some extraordinary
properties.

It allowed certain subjects
to perceive

faint but consistent signs
of what we could only call

a non-visible lifeform.

Now, we surmised
that if we refined the drug

and found
the right person,

we could track these signals,
amplify them,

that he or she might become
a receiver of sorts.

A receiver?

We tried it on hundreds of
volunteers in a dozen studies.

We never got further
than trace evidence.

Until now.

Patrick, these visions
you've been experiencing,

we believe they are
the first corroborative proof

of the lifeform
I'm talking about.

[exhales]

It's... It's... I can't...
It's too bizarre.

You are
that human receiver, Patrick.

[grunts]

[gasps]

Are you all right?

I can hear you.

That's what I'd hoped.

[stammering]
What was that thing?
What did you do to me?

It's something I salvaged
from my craft.

I can only use it
in limited areas
like this one.

Magnetic nodes,
where currents cross.

I'd hoped it would
break down the rest
of the remaining barriers.

But you're still visible
only to me?

I can feel you.

I can really feel your hand.

It's been so long
since I felt another's touch.

I don't know how long
this will last.

[Kyra] We were warned about
coming too close

to the magnetic field
of your planet,

but my father wanted
a better look.

I was the only survivor
of five.

It was almost seven years ago.

I was orphaned
in a craft
that crashed too.

It was just
a single-engine plane.

All these years,
I've wandered your planet,
seeing everything

but unable to be seen.

Until you.

I still don't
understand

how you found me,
how you knew.

The system,

the substance that
was created in space.

The iridium drug.

As soon as it was returned
to Earth,

I found myself
drawn to it,

drawn to the people
who were treated by it.

I was scared though.

I'd seen so much
cruelty here,

so much darkness
and suffering.

But when
it was used on you,

it was so intense,

became irresistible.

[sighs]

And like a moth to flame...

[Kyra] Why do you say that?

Because I could pose
a danger to you.

I don't understand.

[sighs] The people
who created it,

they know about you.

They used the iridium
before I even saw you

to somehow detect
your presence.

The worst... [grunts]

The worst of it is,

now they think I have
a way to reach you.

-Through you.
-[sighs]

I can't go back
to being alone.

You have no idea
what it's been like,

to have no one to talk to,

share my feelings,
my thoughts,

to touch, to embrace.

It's still so hard
to fathom.

We need your help,
Louise.

We want him to bring
the alien to us.

How can you be so certain
that this energy phenomenon

is an alien or a lifeform
at all, for that matter?

We've heard them
communicate.

Of course,
all we hear is his side
of the conversation, but...

They speak?

Yes, it's a recent
development.

They were up half the night,
talking, laughing.

Sensory exchange is even...

tactile.

It's quite astonishing,
really.

[Louise] You bugged
his apartment.

Louise, the scientist in you
has got to realize

the importance of what
we stumbled upon here.

-Oh, I do, but--
-[Borden] Louise,

it seems Patrick
trusts you.

We want you to assure him
that we mean this being
no harm.

On the contrary, we want
to learn all we can from her.

Eventually we might be able
to return the favor.

Our telemetry might be used
to signal her world.

We know
she wants that.

I just don't know.

Louise, Patrick's
psychological state depends

on his being able
to help this creature.

And you thwart that,

and he may never recover.

I don't know, Louise.

Bringing Kyra to meet them,

it scares the hell out of me.

What's scary is making
the scientific discovery
of the century

and not being able to share it
with the rest of the world.

[sighs]
And you really believe...
I mean, you really believe

that Borden is willing
to help her make contact
with her home planet?

All they want is to be able
to ask her questions,

and you'd serve
as interpreter.

[sighs]

You're in love with her,
aren't you?

You must really think
I'm crazy now.

No. No.

On the contrary,

it's enough to make a cynic
believe in fate.

[beeping]

Welcome...

to both of you?

What's all this?

[Borden]
Oh, uh, some instrumentation.
Measuring devices.

She is with you, yes?

She's right here.

Uh, would you direct her
to take that seat?

She can hear you.

She can understand
everything you say.

[chuckles]

Uh, Kyra, please.

Let's start, shall we?

Ask her where
she comes from.

Beyond your reach.

Could she be
a little more specific?

You would call it
a neutron star.

[chuckles]
How is that possible?

The temperatures
are unthinkable.

Only by your measure.

What are the coordinates
of the star?

Something's wrong.

Something's very wrong.

She's not comfortable
giving you that information.

[Borden] Tell her we've been
to a lot of trouble
on her behalf.

Patrick, please.
I want to go.

We're not
doing this right now.
We're leaving.

[snaps fingers]

[machine whirring]

[screaming]

Don't!
What have you done?
My God, Kyra!

[gasping]

Patrick.

[Borden] Do you really
think that we would do
anything to harm her?

This is a strong
magnetic field.
Nothing more.

-She can't pass through it.
-[continues gasping]

Once she's over
her skittishness,

we will switch it off.
We'll debrief her.

You can... You can both go.
That's a promise.

If she's still alive.
Turn it off now!

Borden, maybe he's right.

I want you to consider where
your allegiance lies, Patrick.

[stammering]
With the scientists
who gave you back your sight,

or with an interloper

whose agenda
you don't really know?

No, when she's ready
to talk to us,

we will be ready to listen.

She's not the enemy.
We're the enemy!

[whimpering]

[groans]

[sighs] This is all my fault.

I never should have
brought you here.

It's the nature of your kind.

Fear what you don't know.

We don't have any choice,
you know.

You have to tell them
everything.

You know better than that,
Patrick.

I'm a trophy now.

They'll never let me go.

How much time
do we have?

I don't know.

Hours, maybe less.

Kyra... Kyra.

Kyra, no.

Kyra, you can't. Kyra!

No, no, Kyra.

You can't! Kyra.

You need help.

[machine powering down]

-[door opens]
-[Louise] Patrick.

[Patrick sighs]

I have to talk to you.

Just for a moment.

Patrick, I swear,
I knew nothing
of Borden's plan.

I'm as appalled as you are.

You expect me
to believe that?

It's the God's truth.

All right.

All right, you told me.
Now go.

[sighs]

I, uh, wanted to leave you
with this.

What is "this"?

It's the remaining stores
of iridium suspension.

It's all that's standing
between you
and total blindness.

So you struck a deal
with the devil?

Patrick.

As long as there's iridium
pumping through my veins,

they figure they've got
the perfect bait
to lure Kyra back.

They knew about her
before you gained
your eyesight.

She was only a shadow.

She was a whisper
in the void.

She was free.

Thank you.

[sighs]

I better go.

Goodbye, Patrick.

[exhales]

[Patrick] Kyra!

Kyra!

Kyra!

[Kyra] No!

You can't.

I didn't think
I'd see you again.

You're the only thing
I have in this world,

the only thing that matters.

I thought going home mattered.

It's never going to happen.

The only people
who can help me
are so ignorant

they'll wind up
killing me first.

That's why I'm doing this.

[Kyra] Patrick, please.

The iridium is the only thing
preventing you

from being consigned
to darkness.

[breathes heavily]

It's also the only thing
that's guaranteeing your doom.

As long as there's
a link between us,
they can track you.

They can hunt you down
and imprison you
like they did before.

I made
that mistake once,

and I'm not gonna let it
happen again.

You'd rather lose
your sight?

Than to see something
so wondrous,

so beautiful
picked at and prodded
by their damn machines.

[sighs] We have no right.

I have no right.

[breath shaking]

I love you.

That's enough for me.

[men shouting]

I knew I'd be followed.
There isn't enough time.

[rock pounding]

-[rock pounding]
-[glass shattering]

[man 1] Stop! Stop!

[man 2] Freeze!

[gun cocks]

[whooshing]

[Borden]
You have no idea
what you've done.

In closing, for those of you

who've expressed concern
about my condition,

I refer you to Victor Hugo's
Les Miserables.

"Possessing love,
he is not deprived of light.

A love, moreover,
that is wholly pure.

There can be no blindness

where there
is this certainty."

Well...

see you next time.

[students chattering]

[Kyra gasping]

[Control Voice]
Of all the gifts his maker
has bestowed upon man,

none is more precious
than his ability
to love another.