All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.s2.31..Goodbye.Grandpa

- Is the story you're
about to see true?

Well, no one really knows.

No one as yet has been able
to prove, or disprove it.

And so it remains in limbo.

A part of that vast, unchartered
world of physic phenomena,

beyond our powers
of explanation.

(dramatic music)

And a lonely place, with a
rusty old railroad track,

long since abandoned.

And which, as you
can see, ends there.

Nowhere.

Or, is it nowhere?

Is this apparently
godforsaken place

perhaps not the
beginning of a world

that most of us
don't suspect at all.

Or completely over look?

- Boy, you, boy!

(door slams)

(coughs)

- It's her!

It's her and I'm not going
to miss her this time!

Callie, can you hear that?

- What, grandpa?

- It's her!

You hear it? Hear it?

Yup, that's her, sure
enough was her this time.

Oh, we must've just missed her.

Here, boy, hey.

- Where you been, grandpa?

- Oh, out.

[Boy] Toot, toot!

- [Callie] Stop with
the sounds and sit down!

(sighs)

Hey!

- Hey yourself,
straw is cheaper.

- Copy cat, you
copied that from me.

- You didn't think by any
chance it was original?

- What?

- Never mind, eat your
breakfast and shut up.

- Sure, sure, eat my breakfast.

(loud spoon clinking)

- Cut that out!

- You said to eat my breakfast,

so I'm eatin' my breakfast, see?

- I want raisins!

- You can't have raisins.

- I won't eat it
without raisins.

- Oh, don't then.

- You said I didn't
have to eat it!

- Eat it!

- I want raisins on it.

- Can't have raisins
on corn flakes, stupid.

Raisins go on mush.

- I don't care, I want raisins.

- You little stupe, you now
listen you boy, you, I told you,

in the winter you have
mush with raisins, get it?

- I like raisins on corn flakes.

- Oh, how do you know,
you never even had it.

- Oh, yes, I did, at that camp,

that time, with
grandpa, and that man.

(car motor whirring)

- He's stopping, the
mailman's stopping!

- Ain't nothin' but a bill.

- It's for you, mama.

- Package from him again.

Meaning some fool thing
we got no use for.

- Open it quick ma, open it.

- Yeah, hurry up!

- What you think I'm doing?

- Well, what's it for, exactly?

- Tell you what
it's for, exactly,

to get me hot and
mad and to marry him,

that's what it's for.

Look at that, five dollar
price tag still on the bottom.

I woulda write Nora
a check for months.

- Ma, ma, it's mine, isn't it?

Say it's mine.

- What?

- Look, ma, the bow!

The beautiful bow,
please say I can have it!

You've got to, ma!

It's the only beautiful
think in a hundred miles.

- I want it, why
can't I have it?

- Don't listen to that
sissy thing, ma, it's mine.

- I could cut it in
half and make two.

But I guess it's better
to have one good thing,

than two piddling.

- Gonna be another, certainly.

- You little boy,
didn't I tell you

you weren't to have any raisins!

- Oh, Callie, why don't
you tell him the truth.

Ain't any raisins left.

- That's not the point,
he's gotta learn.

In the winter, you
have mush with raisins.

In the summer, you have
cornflakes with milk.

- For heaven's sakes, Callie.

- Just, he's got to learn,
somebody's got to teach him.

- Why do you gotta have
that old stove running for

on a hot day?

- I'm dyeing.

- You're goofy.

- You're fresh.

- I'm dyeing your old tee
shirt for the school play.

- It's gonna be red.

- I don't know, maybe when
it's dry, it'll be passion red.

- What?

- Nothing, stupid.

- What is dye made
out of, Callie?

- Beet juice.

- It is not.

- I oughta know, I made it.

- Did you really, Callie? How?

- Easy, just beet juice,
and a pinch of salt.

- What's the salt for?

- Stupid, anybody knows you
always add a pinch of salt.

- Pinch, pinch!

- Ow!

- Pinch!

- Ow!

- Mama, something's gotta
be done about that boy.

- Callie, you go get that
boy and get him in here

to finish his breakfast.

- Yes, ma.

(melancholy violin music)

- Who couldn't do that?

- You couldn't.

- You wanna bet?

- You couldn't hit a tin can.

Let's see you hit that cat.

- Easy as pie.

- Sissy, you missed it purpose.

You're a nice kitty.

You're a nice kitty.

- Yeah, yeah, sissy boy,
petting a mangy old stray cat.

(meows)

(meows)

- Uh huh, looks like somebody's

been feeding that
mangy old stray cat?

- It's nothing but
canned milk and water.

- Oh, Callie, Callie, Callie.

You want to answer your
old grandpa something?

- I got time,
dishes aren't done.

- Why you always making
out to that little lad like

you're so tough?

- I am tough!

I'm hard as nails.

And the sooner I teach
him how to be the same,

the better off he'll be.

- Who told you that?

You don't have to answer.

- Nobody told me, I
got eyes, and Grandpa,

you're old enough to see
yourself that sissy boys

just got to wake
up to the facts.

Raisins on cornflakes.

He don't half know the
hard facts of life.

- Oh, yeah, the
hard facts of life.

- Go ahead, make fun.

- Callie, I gotta tell you one
little thing, dishes or no.

- Go ahead.

- Well, it's about this ugly old

world we got ourselves into.

Now, now, I admit looking
off from where we sit,

it don't look much.

It's kinda sad, isn't it?

- It's sad and terrible.

- But then, if a
person takes the time

to look real careful,
and listen hard, look.

Look here, Callie girl.

Pink, and orange and yellow,
where the sun kisses it.

(crow cawing)

Aw, I know that ugly old
crow's got a harsh old voice,

but listen.

Listen now, you
listen real hard.

What do you hear?

(birds chirping)

- Wild quail?

- Sweet, sweet, isn't it?

- Ah, Callie, there's plenty
of beautiful things around.

For anyone who has the
patience to look and listen.

- Callie, come on in
and finish the dishes.

- Look, you look and listen.

(harmonica music)

- Little dipper, big
dipper, you see 'em?

Can you see 'em?

- Where, grandpa, where?

- Up there, they're all there,

they just sorta move around,

I reckon.

Moving around, boy, now
that's one of the best things

in life, and you take
that from a traveling man.

- Boy, you gonna come in
here and clean up this

mess of glue and tape you made?

- Sure, ma, in a minute, now.

Tell about it again, you used
to travel to different states,

and cities, big cities,
like Topeka and Omaha.

- Oh sure, sure, you
mean when I was engineer

of the Silver Streak.

- Yeah, that's when.

- Aw, you mean, when I used
to take that train of mine

along the tracks before they
tore up all that section?

Take her along, 60,
70, 80 or 90 miles per!

- Whiz, the fastest
train in the world!

- Clear about, in
them days, anyway.

- The engineer of
the Silver Streak.

- Yeah (laughing, coughing).

- You sure traveled.

- You know it. Beautiful
things I seen, too.

Lakes, big lake waters
as far as I could see,

and blue, blue as the sky.

Blue as Callie's bottle
of poster paints.

- Grandpa, you gonna keep
this boy out here all night?

- Just a little bitty more, ma.

- Now, now, the boy likes
to hear about the old days.

- Grandpa was the engineer.

- He was the engineer's
brakeman, that's what he was.

- Ma, why do you always
have to spoil everything?

- Well, he was!

Anyway, why do you want to
talk about all that nonsense?

Oh, come on, come on,
you get to bed, boy.

I cleaned up your mess for
you now go on, get to bed.

- Goodnight grandpa,
I believe you.

I believe you were the engineer.

- I only meant, I didn't ...

- It's alright, my
dear, it's alright.

Your ma thinks I'm
getting so old.

What she don't notice,

is that she's getting
old faster than me.

- Just kind of forgot how, when
she was just a little thing,

her and her grandma used
to sit up nights waiting

for the old Silver
sSreak to go by,

and how, when I'd be
gone for a few days,

I'd toot them a signal.

Two long, three short.

- Two long, three short.

- (laughs) oh,
those were the days,

we used to have some
good times, Callie.

Your old grandpa, he
lived a full life.

Sometimes I almost think
I had more than my share.

- Grandpa, what
did you ever get?

Nothing, that's what.

- Listen, listen,
do you hear that?

- Hear what?

- Shh!

- What do you hear, grandpa?

- Oh, just silly, sometimes
every now and then it seems

to me like I hear my
dear old Silver Streak

coming to get me.

- Toooot, Toooot,
toot, toot, toot.

Coming to take me home.

- Grandpa, you are home.

Are you going somewhere?

- No, don't you worry
boy, your old grandpa's

never going to get
away from here without

saying goodbye to you.

And that's a promise (laughs).

- See, dry as a
bone, hard as a rock.

Couldn't even grow
a turnip on it.

Just about the
lousiest land anywhere.

- I don't know, I like it.

- That's 'cause you've
never seen any place else.

- Have you, Callie?

- It's got nothing
to do with it.

In geography, oh, what's the
use of telling a dumb boy.

Now, if you were Mary Agnes,
that sure was a mean thing,

her parents taking her off
to live in Kansas City.

- And I guess Mary
Agnes was about

the only real close
friend you ever had.

- If Mary Agnes was here, I'd
be only too happy to tell her

about geography.

Lovely places like
Vermont, or Connecticut,

where green grass
grows under big trees,

and winds from the ocean
make everything smell

divinely salty.

- Why is salty divine?

- Oh, shut up.

- Callie, your grandpa,
he had a stroke.

- A stroke?

- Callie, good girl, Callie.

- Grandpa, I don't
want you to be sick.

- Goodbye, Callie.

- Grandpa, grandpa, wait,
wait grandpa, the boy.

(melancholy violin music)

- These old raisins will cake
if someone don't eat 'em.

- That's a brand
new box, Callie,

I only bought it yesterday.

- Hot weather, they don't keep.

- Son, you cleaned
up that sink for me

real nice for a little boy.

You're not such
little boy, after all,

you're the man of the house now.

You're taking things real good.

(meows)

- Shut up, you.

(meow)

I said shut up,
you mangy old cat,

think someone's gonna feed you?

You better learn,
nobody keeps promises.

Nobody, nobody.

- It's grandpa's promise
you mean, about going away,

and not saying goodbye.

- Huh, you think I care?

(can clanking)

- Ornery old fool, what'd
you have to go and die for?

You're nothing but
a mean old cuss.

Breaking your promise,
going off like that, without

saying goodbye to the boy.

Don't see why you had
to tell me goodbye,

I told you, I'm tough,
and hard as nails.

I can take anything.

But boy, boy, sissy pants boy.

Don't see why you
didn't tell him bye.

You oughta have known.

- Don't need to go
to be so soon, boy.

Maybe you'd like to
go out on the porch

and sit with Callie awhile, huh?

Wish I'd never said
that about his grandpa.

- I know, ma.

- Boy? Boy?

Grandpa, you crazy old
coot, what'd you ever know

about the world and things?

You had it all wrong, grandpa.

It's not true about
beautiful things

and happy things all around.

I've looked and looked,

and I've listened and listened.

(train whistle)

Boy! Listen, listen!

- I don't hear anything.

- You've got to!

Can't you hear, listen
you little stupe, listen!

(train whistle)

It's the Silver Streak!

- It is, Callie, it's grandpa's
train, it's taking him home!

- It's his signal, remember,
two long, three short.

(train locomotion and whistles)

- Bye grandpa, bye!

Gosh, wasn't it super, I bet
nobody'd be able to believe it.

- We won't tell them,
we won't tell anybody.

They won't believe it,
but who cares, we know.

You, and me, it's
just between us.

- You mean a secret, like
you and Mary Agnes had?

Just between friends?

- What else?

Now that grandpa's gone,

you gotta have some
friend now, don't you?

- Gosh Callie, thanks,
I like you too.

- It's nothing, just don't
let it go to your head.

Now get inside there boy
before you catch cold.

Thanks, grandpa.

Thanks ever so much.

- It's a well known fact that

the desert land produces
all types of mirages.

It is also true that sounds
have been known to carry

over great distances
on the dry desert air.

(train whistle)

But have you ever
heard of a mirage

that makes a sound like that?

In any event, the children
will sleep well tonight.

For the young do not question
that which is miraculous.

Do you?