All language subtitles for The Outer Limits (1995) - S01E05 - The Second Soul - [DVD][480p][x265 10-bit][AAC 2

This is a news special
with David Aftergood.

/t’s 3:00 on what may well be
the most important afternoon...

in the history of this world.

Humanity’s first contact
with an extraterrestrial species.

Sources tel! Newsline
this broadcast is the result...

of weeks of communication
between UN officials...

and representatives
ofan alien race...

ldentifying themselves as the N’Tal.

That's a live satellite feed
of the alien mother ship in orbit...

where the N’Tal have said they will
speak to the people of Earth.

With us is Secretary of State
Randall Kelly, who is, like alf of us...

awaiting this first direct
message from the N’Tal.

Mr. Secretary, despite alf
the radio diplomacy...

we've heard that the Secret Service
will not let you or the president...

come into direct contact
with the N’Tal.

What does this bode for the safety
of the entire planet?

David, I've heard these rumors,
and that’s alf they are.

The N’Tal have never given any
indication of hostile intent—

Pardon me, Mr. Secretary.

Weve receiving the transmission.

Were seeing some sort of vapor.

/ don't know,
a gas or something.

Wait. Something is happening.

fam Kadmis.

The sole surviving member
of the Peerage...

the ruling council of the N’Tal.

This is Secretary of State Kelly.

On behalf of the United Nations
and the United States of America...

/ offer our warm greetings
and welcome to the N’Tal...

from the people of Earth.

/ wish we were coming
to you as explorers...

adventurers seeking out
other life-forms...

for the pleasures of mutual discovery.

Instead, we come to you as refugees,

Exiles from a planet
rendered uninhabitable...

by our own negligence.

We have come to Earth
seeking help.

What do you need from us?

Your dead.
Give us your dead,

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 controf
alf 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.

Contact happened
exactly one year ago...

and the world changed forever.

The fine between life and death was
blurred, crossed, then totally erased.

Not through divine intervention,
but another force from the heavens.

A force greeted not with rapture,
but with fear.

Grave robber!

- Are you gonna meet—
- Get out of here!

- Butcher!
- Have respect for our dead, traitor!

- How could you?
- Stop stealing our dead!

Body snatcher!

Gravedigger!
Grave robber!

Dr. Alders, what is your reaction
to this demonstration?

My reaction to being spat upon
is about what yours would be, I imagine.

Excuse me.

It’s been a year since
the arrival of the N’Tal..,

but the controversy
surrounding them refuses to die.

On this special edition of Newsline...

- we will explore...
- Just the way I like to start out my day.

- mankina’’s coexistence—
- Oh, Nancy.

- Dr. Alders, are you all right?
- I’m delightful.

- Tell Jeffrey I’d like to see him.
- He’s on his way in.

Our first guest today
has a unique perspective.

Her name used to be
Cheryl McRae.

She died ofan embolism two months ago
and was reanimated shortly thereafter.

- You name now is—
- Call me faru.

jJaru, protests against
the N’Tal have intensified...

and many of the reanimated N’Taf
have received death threats.

- What are your thoughts on this?
- Those people are afraid.

And fear translates here, as it does
throughout the universe, into hatred.

Don’t they have justification
for their fear?

Your people are,
by nature, parasites.

- We prefer the term “symbiote.”
- I’ve had enough of this.

Whatever you calf it—

- New status report.
- That’s good.

Okay.

Two thousand bodies processed last week.
A third eliminated right off the bat.

Internal injuries too extensive.

Another third— cancer, AIDS,
other blood-related diseases.

That’s only 600 suitable body donors.
That’s not good.

Well, there is a guy in Davenport, lowa,
who’s volunteering his body.

The only trouble is,
he’s still alive.

Well, he’s not alone. There’s a whole
cult of them now in New Mexico.

They think that if they
bond with the parasites...

they'll be elevated to
a higher spiritual level.

Well, the suicide rate has gone up
since the aliens arrived.

I don’t want to think about this,
Jeffrey. What else?

Councillor Kadmis would
like to speak with you.

He says he has more concerns.

Michael, you must understand, my people
cannot exist without host bodies...

for more than
one or two of your years.

There are 200,000 N’'Tal
in this ship.

And of them, / estimate a third
will not survive longer than six months.

Councillor, most deaths
in this country...

are the result of major trauma
or systematic disease.

It’s not our fault that
your science can’t regenerate...

more than one or two organs
ata time.

/am not placing blame, Michael.

just trying to impress you
with the urgency of our situation.

Consider me impressed.

You've helped save tens of thousands
of N’Tal already, Michael.

It’s not that we do not
appreciate your efforts.

I don’t need appreciation.

The president asked me
to do this job. 1 am doing it.

/ saw the protests outside your office
this morning, Michael.

- Are you... unhurt?
- I'm fine.

l’ll fax you the current
status report within the hour.

Alders, out.

Last time 1 remember
you having two drinks before dinner...

was back in the old frat-house days.

Well, l don’t plan to make a habit of it,
but it’s been a bitch of a day.

I don’t know which are worse,
Congress or the leeches.

I thought they were the same thing.

Leeches? The N’Tal?
Now, that’s a new one.

Well, what would you call them?
They're parasites.

On their home planet, they took over
the bodies of the most promising mammals.

Dominated a sentient species,
for God’s sake.

I didn’t know
you hated them so much.

In premed,
we studied certain Diptera—

flies which lay eggs
inside cattle and sheep.

Sometimes in open wounds.

The larvae hatch
and feed on the flesh...

literally eating the animal alive.

The first time I saw the N’Tal take over
a human body, I thought of that.

I can’t help feeling
we're just cattle to them.

Well, how would you like
your hamburger cooked?

Why'd you take this job?

Well, I’m an oncologist.

I’ve fought death all of my life.
Most of the time I’ve lost miserably.

The N’Tal don’t just cheat death,
they defeat it.

Their cellular regeneration is limited,
but the potential is enormous.

And they allow me to study it...

in hopes that it might someday
be adapted to living humans.

It’s too important not to do.

But that doesn’t mean I have to like
the miserable leeches.

Oh, they’re not leeches.
They're more like ghosts.

Ghosts who come back to life.
Yeah.

Sanitarium in upstate New York.

Fire broke out, 43 fatalities.

Smoke inhalation mostly,
requiring minimal regeneration luckily.

Yeah, lucky bastards.

No, we have been over this
before, Michael

Bodies with neurological defects
are unacceptable.

The N'Tal inhabiting them would suffer
from the same mental deficits...

- as the original owners.
- Yes, they would.

So what, for God’s sake?
Isn’t that a small price to pay for life?

Don’t tell me about the price
for life, Michael!

/just watched my oldest friend
die before my eyes!

Damning me
with his dying breath.

/ know only too well
what the price can be.

I’m sorry.
I didn’t know.

Your friend.
There was no body available for him?

There were bodies,
but there are also other N’Tal.

Younger, stronger,
better able to make the transfer.

It is not an easy thing
deciding who must live...

and who must die.

Nancy, please
don’t interrupt me. 1 am—

Okay, put him on.

- fim, what—
- Michael, ! need your help.

Jim, what is it?
What’s wrong?

Acar, it... rana red light
and sideswiped us.

Jim, is Karen all right?

Michael, you gotta help me, man.

Just help me.

My God.

Michael? What is it?
What is wrong, Michael?

There’s an old,
commendatory prayer that says—

“Life is eternal and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon.”

And a horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight.

Karen Heatherton is
beyond the limit of our sight...

but never beyond
the limits of our heart.

Michael, for God’s sake,
can’t you do something?

Mike, at least let me see her again.

I know it won't really be her...

but I just want to see her
breathe again, walk again.

Jim, you can’t.
Policy prohibits relatives seeing—

You make the policy.
You're my best friend.

You can make an exception for me.
Come on.

Please, don’t let my last memory
of her be like this.

Let me remember her
like she was.

That’s all I’m asking.
One last look.

-1 gotta go talk to her.
- It’s against the rules.

- Forget the rules! 1 wanna talk to her!
-Jim, no.

Councillor, I’m sorry to have been out
of touch these last few days.

No apologies necessary, Michael.

/ heard about your friend.
I'm very SOrry.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Ifit’s any comfort to you...

her death was not entirely in vain.

Thanks to her sacrifice,
someone else will live.

That is no damn comfort at all!

-/'m sorry. did not mean to—
- Tell me, Kadmis.

What do your people really know
about death anyway?

One host body dies, you go on
to the next. For how long?

And how old are you, Kadmis?
In Earth years? Just an estimate.

/t would likely
be measured in centuries.

You're the ultimate disposable culture.

You cast off your bodies
like you would a suit of clothes!

Except this time, the parasites get
a taste of what true death is like.

It’s a little late in the game,
but you finally learned what mortality is.

Well, excuse me
for not giving adamn.

You call us parasites.

Perhaps we are.
That is our nature.

But you tell me, Michael,
are we really so different from you?

You've wiped out dozens of species,
plant and animal...

inyour drive
to dominate your world.

What do you calf it—
natural selection?

And how many millions
of your own species have died...

inthe name
of your manifest destiny?

Like your original natives
of your own continent...

who were slaughtered for the simple
misfortune of having been there first.

Perhaps we are more alike than
you would like to believe, Michael.

We cannot help being what
we are any more than you can.

We have made mistakes,
tragic mistakes, just as you have.

But you have the benefit
of learning from our mistakes.

The knowledge we bring can help reverse
the ecological damage to your world...

50 that in the future your people
will not have to flee to the stars...

to search for another home.

Michael, the most
either of us can do...

ts to hope that our intelligence
triumphs most of the time...

over our instincts.

This was a mistake.

I shouldn’t have spoken with you
this soon after—

Both of us have been shaken
in recent days.

And you are right.

Death is new to us.

Few of us have been
this close to it before.

It is frightening...

to feel it hovering so near.

Kadmis?

Are you all right?

/ have been without a host body...

for close to two years.

But surely you're on the list?

Yes, but f have
no special privilege.

Michael, do you suppose that
Auman souls and those of N’Tat...

go to the same place
when they die?

I don’t know.

lf they do, 1 shall look
for your friend...

and tell her how much
she is missed,

- Oh, hi. Is he around?
- Hi.

No, he’s in the cold room.
Didn’t I tell you that this morning?

Yeah you did. Sorry.
Do you mind if ! wait?

Oh, no, not at all.
Come in.

- Can get you something?
- No, I’m fine, thanks.

- That’s a nice jacket, “Nance.”
- Oh, thank you.

Yeah.

Ravil, is that you?

You don’t cut it.
You pick it up with your hands.

I wasn’t sure.
Thank you.

You look familiar.

I saw you in the observation room
when made the transfer.

Jim Heatherton.

She was your wife.

Would you mind if! joined you
just for a moment?

I’m not a crackpot.

A crazy person.

- just had to see you. I had to see—
- If look like her?

If l sound like her?

Maybe... ! might be her.

I suppose.

I don’t blame you.

But I’m afraid the answer is no.

My name is Llanar Dy Na.
I’m a botanist.

I was born on a planet
12 light-years from here.

I have no memory of ever
being on this world of yours...

as you can tell
by my restaurant etiquette.

I think you should go now.

Thank you...
for talking to me.

You must have loved her very much.

Yes. Very much.

I’m sorry.

What the hell did you
think you were doing?

I know. I’m sorry.
It was stupid.

No, it transcends stupid.
It was actionable.

We promised these people
complete confidentiality, privacy...

precisely to avoid things like this.

- Was she pissed off?
- No, concerned.

And feeling a little betrayed by this
agency, which damn well can’t blame her.

How did you get her address
in the first place?

-l used your computer.
- You used—

I don’t know what the hell
got into me, okay?

I went a little nuts.

Look, I had to see her.
I had to talk to her.

We have known each other 20 years.

I don’t remember
you ever lying to me before.

Mike, I’m sorry.

I never meant to hurt you,
personally or professionally.

And if I’ve done either of those things,
then I apologize.

I just couldn’t help myself.

Now, it’s out of my system, okay?

I’ve seen her.
It’s not Karen.

I know this.
l accept this.

And Iam ready to move on
with my life.

Good. Because, so help me,
if you ever do anything like this again—

I won't.

I won't.

I’ve asked you to leave me alone.

Now my only recourse
is the law. Your law.

Damn.

- Dr. Alders.
- I’m calling for Councillor Kadmis.

/ regret to say that Councillor Kadmis
1s too ilf to speak with you now.

- Too ill?
- He’s being looked after...

but in the interim,
/ will be your liaison with the N’Tal.

- My name is Vila.
- Will Kadmis be all right?

The only thing that will
help him now is a host body.

That is more under
your control than mine.

/fyou cannot find a way to accelerate
this tortuously slow process...

the consequences will be
on your head, not ours.

Hey.

I’ve got good news
and bad news.

Well, good news
would be a novelty.

Well, the good news is
that she’s not suing us yet...

for breach of confidence
or invasion of privacy.

- Llanar?
- Yeah.

She just filed a complaint against
your friend, Jim, for stalking her.

Did they arrest him?

No. But Judge Bertoldt has
issued a restraining order...

prohibiting him from going
anywhere within 500 yards of her.

Stupid. Stupid.

This is fim.
Leave a message.

Jim, this is Mike.
Call me.

I’m sorry, Mike. You wanna go over
the donor status list?

Okay. Later.

I’ve got the disks.

I’m sorry.

It’s Llanar.

Dr. Alders, I’m sorry
to disturb you so late.

-Is this about Jim Heatherton?
- Yes.

I’ve just had him arrested for violating
a restraining order against me.

He needs help, Dr. Alders.
I’m not his wife.

I will never be his wife.

You're his friend and I was hoping that
you would help him understand that.

I’ve tried.

As unnerving as it is for you and him,
it’s just as unnerving to us.

When we take these bodies,
we can’t access on a conscious level...

- the memory from the previous—
- Tenant!

Inhabitant.

But sometimes in our dreams, we get
bits and pieces, fragments of memories—

a lover’s face,
a child’s laugh.

You think you live with ghosts?

We live with ghosts every day, every night,
every minute for the rest of our lives.

She’s not Karen. Look, Jim,
I’ve talked with her, looked in her eyes.

Karen is gone.

Michael, do you think that it’s natural
that your loved one should die...

and then come back to remind you
of everything that you've lost?

Is that right?

I don’t think that’s right.

Jim, you need help. Therapy.

You've got to make some effort
to deal with your grief.

No, it’s more
than that, man. Okay?

I think that there is something
happening with the aliens.

What do you mean, happening?

I mean... meetings.

I mean, reanimated aliens
getting together...

and exchanging data,
planning something.

-1 don’t know.
- Look, Jim—

I know it sounds weird, but I’m telling
you, I’m not making this up, all right?

I watched her for an entire week, and
I saw her give other N’Tal these things—

electronic equipment,
this weird liquid in vials.

And they are up to something, okay?

Now, maybe they’re
not getting enough bodies...

or maybe they are planning
on taking more bodies, I—

Jim, stop it!
Don’t you see what you're doing?

You know that she’s not Karen...

so you're creating a conspiracy,
a reason to be around her.

Well, maybe I—
Maybe.

Jim, as your friend...

look, if you truly want Karen to
rest in peace, let me get you some help.

- Hello.
- Dr. Alders?

1'm Detective Jacobs with the District
of Columbia Police Department.

Yes?

/ believe you know aman
named James Heatherton?

He’s not in jail again already?

No, sir. 'm afraid he’s dead.
/t appears to be a suicide.

Just check around.
See what you can find.

Yeah. I will.

By the trauma to his spine,
l assume he hung himself.

This was addressed to you.
It’s how we knew to call you.

“The dead are among us,
and we are the dead.

Man wasn’t meant to live like this.

My only fear in doing this is that...

when ! get to the other side,
Karen isn’t there.

Say a prayer, Mike, that it isn’t so.”

“Thanks for being a friend.”

“Thanks for being a frie—”

Does that sound like him?

Yeah.

Is there any indication
that it wasn’t suicide?

Nothing.

Do you have reason to believe
someone may have wanted to kill him?

I don’t know.

/'m not convinced he’s a good candidate
for reanimation. Have them do it over.

Look, we could do it over a dozen times.
We're just postponing the inevitable—

We'll do it a dozen times!
Send it back!

Hey, you’re the boss.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
to bite your head off.

Ah, forget it.
It doesn’t matter.

If he was my friend,
I might do the same.

Do you trust the N’Tal?

Well, don’t you?

I don’t know.

Before he died, Jim said
he saw groups of N’Tal meeting...

exchanging data,
electronics devices.

He thought they were
planning something.

Some sort of conspiracy going on.

- Then he shows up dead.
- Exactly.

So, this morning,
I did a little digging of my own...

to see if any N’Tal have made
visits to the Earth...

for purposes other than reanimation...

and they haven't.

But several transport shuttles
have left the mother ship...

transferring electronics equipment to
a company called Synergistic Technologies.

Hey, that’s owned by
a reanimated N’Tal, isn’t it?

You know,
I have a friend in Customs.

I bet l could wangle a copy of
the cargo manifest for those transports.

Jeffrey, be discreet.

We don’t know what
we're dealing with.

It could turn around
and deal with us.

Hey, come on.
Let’s get those out.

The equipment’s going to
a warehouse on the South Side.

I haven’t been able to get a look inside.

There’s too many workers during the day,
and it’s locked by night.

One thing I did overhear is that there’s
going to be some sort of a meeting...

held there this Friday night.

Did your friend in Customs
come up with anything?

According to the cargo manifest...

the transports contained air filtration
systems, gas spectrometers...

and pressurized tanks
containing various rare gases.

Some terrestrial, some not.

And some of these in certain combinations
can be toxic as hell to humans.

Deadly.
But mostly asphyxiants.

Not likely to cause a lot
of cellular deterioration.

- My God.
- Michael, what the hell do we do?

- Nancy.
- Yes, sir?

- Get me Secretary Kelly’s office.
- Right away.

The last pathology report
on Jim Heatherton came in.

Same conclusions
as the previous three.

We just can’t stall it
any longer, Mike.

I don’t want to know what happens
to the body after it leaves here.

Is that understood?

Understood.

Let me see if
l understand this, Doctor.

These gases can be deadly to humans,
in some combinations...

but you have absolutely no proof
that they're intended as weapons.

Well, no sir, but—

The N’Tal’s natural form is,
in fact, gaseous, isn’t it, Doctor?

Might these gases not be something
necessary to their survival?

No, sir.
Once inside a human body...

the N’Tal’s physiology
becomes entirely human.

Mr. Secretary, there are meetings going
on, equipment is being transferred.

All out in the open,
from what you tell me.

And what better way
to avert suspicion?

It seems to me you're the one
who’s being clandestine.

Skulking around like something out of
a mystery novel, searching out foul play.

But, for God’s sake, at least alert
the FBI and have them look into this.

Doctor, your private feelings
about the N’Tal are well-known.

I wouldn’t call you a bigot.
Maybe xenophobe is more accurate.

But like it or not, humankind
is no longer alone in the universe.

You, all of us,
have to get used to that.

- This is not about—
- As for the charges you're making...

they're more than serious,
they're libelous.

Before I can so much as whisper it
to anyone in the FBI or NSA...

I would need one hell of a lot more
evidence than you've given me.

Good day, Doctor.

They're afraid.

They've always been afraid of the N’Tal.
That hasn’t changed.

Yeah, but would the government really
let the N’Tal get away with mass murder...

out of fear of something worse?

Well, l hope not,
but I really don’t know.

This is everything we've got.

Ifl don’t return from this meeting
tonight, you get this to the president.

Use my name and hope
it’s still worth something.

Right.

Oh, what are you—
What is that for?

If my body turns up,
I don’t intend to qualify for reanimation.

- Clear.
-All right, let’s go.

Hans?

What are you doing here,
my friend?

Who are you?

How do you know me?

Itis . Kadmis.

You will not need that here.

Come.

Welcome, all of you.

It’s all right.
In fact, may I hold her?

It’s for her and others like her
that we've created this place.

She’s human,
so very, very human.

Within the space of a single generation,
there shall be no N’Tal left.

Our children and our children’s children
shall all be human.

And when those of us
who immigrated here finally die...

the N’Tal shall cease to exist as a race.

But we can bring our children here.

To show them where their parents
and their grandparents came from.

Show them this small bit of beauty
that used to be N’Tala.

Perhaps they will learn to appreciate
the beauty of this planet...

our adopted planet, Earth.

And hope they learn
from our mistakes.

Now, let us all prepare to honor our past
and pray for our future.

Welcome home.

Amazing. It’s just like home.

The atmosphere isn’t quite the same...

and, as you can see, some of the plants
and vegetation are native.

Others have been genetically altered to
resemble those indigenous to N’Tala.

And as they say here on Earth,
it’s the thought that counts.

I never thought about
what it meant for you as a race.

Neither did we,
until it was too late.

And now, amid this beauty...

let us bid farewell to our past
and to the world of our birth.

Dr. Alders.

Would you do us the honor of joining us?

I don’t deserve to.

No, Michael. None of us
is innocent here. Come.

You know, it takes a long time
for the old ways to die.

But I think we should be happy
that they do eventually die, don’t you?

- Will you help us? Help us say good-bye?
- Please.

What if you were to wake up
to a different world tomorrow?

A world of invaders.

Would you raise your voice with the aliens
ina chant of remembrance and regret...

bidding farewell to a vanished world?

Or would you fight against those
who might ultimately help us.