All language subtitles for 003 - 01x03 - william and mary

This is basically
a very nasty tale,

but if I've managed
to learn one thing

in my 35 years of story writing,

it is this--

nastiness and horror
must be handled

with great circumspection

because, if left on their own,

they will always
taste bitter in the end,

but if humor is added
to the mixture,

then the tension
is relieved by laughter,

and the bitterness is banished.

In this story,
we have an actress

who knows a tremendous lot
about the importance of humor,

so I don't think you need worry.

Come along now,
Mrs. Pearl.

It's for the best.
Happy release.

Would you like to come
into sister's office?

That's right.
Quietly now, dear.

MAN: In midst of life,

we are in death.

Of whom may we seek
for succor

but of thee, O Lord,

who for our sins
art most justly displeased.

For as much as it
hath pleased Almighty God

of His great mercy
to take unto Himself

the soul of our dear brother
here departed.

Mary. My dear.

Hello, Arthur.
I'm sorry.

You'll have to
forgive me.

Oh, I understand.

It's nice to see you
again, Arthur.

It's very nice
to see you, too, Mary.

I wish it could have been
under happier circumstances.

You mean, William didn't
leave me very much?

It's a joke, Arthur,
just a little joke.

Oh. Oh, yes.
Yes. Of course.

Won't you sit down?

Yes. Yes. Of course.

Well, life goes on.

Yes. Yes. Of course.

Poor William.

I've been his lawyer
and his friend

for almost a quarter
of a century.

Great loss,
both to you

and to the university.

The university? Yes.

Well, all that was
in the obituary notices.

I'm sure you must
have felt

extremely gratified.

"The greatest
academic brain

of his day."

Academic. Yes.

Well, it's all
fairly straightforward,

but I'm afraid you're
quite right, my dear.

William didn't leave
a great deal--

this house and about
3,000 pounds.

I see. I'll just
have to go on living

in the style to which
I have been accustomed.

That's another joke,
Arthur.

Oh. Yes. Yes.

There is
something else, a...

a sealed letter.

It's addressed
to you,

but I'm instructed
to open it

and to read it aloud
in your presence.

I expect it's something
to do with the college.

Some wives compete
with other women, Arthur.

I had to compete
with the university.

Oh. Well, yes.

"To be read
to my widow

"Mary Luella Pearl

"by my lawyer
Arthur Baxter

"exactly one week
after my death.

"I hereby instruct
my widow

"Mary Luella Pearl

"to telephone
Dr. John Landy

"and to make
an appointment

"to see
the said doctor.

"This is to be
executed

in Mr. Baxter's
presence."

Dr. John Landy.

He works at the hospital
where William died,

doesn't he, I think?

Do you know him?

No, I don't.

He's some kind
of neurosurgeon.

Rather distinguished.
How very odd.

"And Mr. Baxter
is further charged

"with making certain

that my widow keeps
the appointment."

Signed,
"William Pearl."

Good gracious me.

Why--why would William
want me to see

a neurosurgeon,
I wonder?

I have no idea.

Th--this letter
was sent to me

through the post

some 2 or 3 days
before William died.

I've suddenly got
a kind of nervous feeling,

sort of shivery.

"P.S. I also urge
my widow

"to continue to observe
those precepts

"which have guided
our life together.

"Do not drink alcohol,

"avoid television
at all costs,

"do not use makeup,
do not smoke cigarettes,

"keep my rose beds
and rockery

"well weeded
in the summer,

"and incidentally,
I suggest that you have

"the telephone
disconnected

now that I have
no further use for it."

He really did genuinely
care about me,

didn't he, Arthur?

Well, like
the dead man says,

in the presence
of Mr. Baxter,

I have to make
a phone call.

[Telephone buzzes]

Yes?

WOMAN: Mrs. Pearl
and Mr. Baxter are here.

Show them in.

Mrs. Pearl.

Dr. Landy.

Well, I have
discharged my duty.

I have seen to it that you
have kept this appointment.

I bid you good day.

Do sit.

Thank you.

It was, um, good of you
to see me, Dr. Landy,

at William's request.

Would you like to tell me
why he wanted us

to get together?

He told you nothing
about me?

No. Well, yes.

He may have mentioned
your name once or twice.

His research into
criminal psychopathology

brought us
into contact.

I had developed
a new

prefrontal lobotomy
technique

in certain cases
to remove

the abnormal portion
of the brain.

It was not
unsuccessful.

I'm glad to hear that.

Did he tell you
I had been in to see him

about 6 weeks
before he died?

No, he did not.

I admired him
enormously.

First-class brain.

Yes. He was clever,
all right.

"William," I said,

"you're just the one
I want."

Want for what?

Mrs. Pearl, do you
believe

in life after death?

Dr. Landy, you're
making me very nervous.

I didn't mean
to do that.

Yes. Well, it's just
that, um,

ever since Mr. Baxter
read me William's letter,

I've...

had this feeling.

Yes?

About William.

Yes?

I've had this feeling--

you'll probably
laugh at me,

but I--I have had
this feeling

that William is
watching me.

Go on now.

Thank you.

I expect it's
the aftereffects

of--of grief.

Perhaps.

Perhaps not.

You'll understand more
when I tell you

about the agreement
William and I reached.

Agreement?

Shortly
before his death.

About what?

What would you say
if I were to tell you

that William is alive?

Well, I--I'd say
that you were in need

of one of your
prefrontal lobotomies.

That--that's what
I'd say, I think.

I'm not joking.

We buried William,
Dr. Landy, remember?

Nevertheless,
he's alive.

He's in there.

I didn't mean
to upset you.

Feeling better now?

Dr. Landy, may I
ask you a question?

Please.

If William is alive
and behind that door,

why don't you ask him
to come in here?

It's not quite like
that, Mrs. Pearl.

Don't you think
you ought to tell me

what it is quite like?

Now, what does that
look like to you?

I don't--it's a--
it's a dog.

On a plate.

On a plate?

The dog's head
is on a plate.

His name is Igor.
He's Russian.

The head has been
completely severed

from the body.

Oh, God.

But it is alive.

As you can see,
a normal blood supply

is being maintained

with an artificial
heart.

The brain is
functioning.

Now, as you can see,
food is being offered.

The dog's tongue comes
out to lick it away.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.
What in God's--

Not so fast,
Mrs. Pearl.

What--what in God's--

I put it to William.

I said, "If it is
possible

"for a dog's brain
to remain alive,

"why should
the experiment

not be perfected
upon a human being?"

Oh, my God!

You--you've got
William's head in there--

I put it to William.

I said, "What I need
is a guinea pig,

a human guinea pig,
of course,"

and he agreed.

He what? He did--

Said yes.
He--he--he agreed.

I don't believe you.
I don't believe you.

William would never have
agreed to anything so--

he was much too--

Cautious?
Well, I put it to him

exactly how
I would proceed.

First, I would have to
enlist the aid

of an artificial heart.

Second, I would
have to step in

at the right moment
just before death

to remove the brain
from the skull

because the object,
you see,

was to keep
the brain alive.

But William is dead.

How can his brain
be alive?

It was rather tricky.

We only had 3 minutes
to complete the transfer

of blood supply
to the brain.

It's all we had,
just 3 minutes.

God. What about the pain
when you started--

William asked me
that question,

so I agreed to give him
a shot of procaine

just in case.

You gave a--

you gave a dead body
an anesthetic?

No, no.

At that moment, the body
was not yet dead.

So William insisted.

Well, I won't go
into the vast amount

of technical problems
we had to overcome,

but suffice it to say
that the experiment

was a complete
and unqualified success.

But I don't understand.

What--what is the point
of just having a brain?

Because it continues
to function.

It continues to function?

Yes. We've got it
hooked up

to an encephalograph.

The slightest response
is recorded.

Now, I have transferred
it to a basin

containing what we know
as Ringer's solution.

It's used for irrigation
in neurosurgery.

The stubs
of the arteries

and the veins

are connected
to the heart machine,

and all his
thinking processes

are working beautifully.

You mean to tell me
that--that this brain--

I--I mean, William
can--can talk?

I knew I had
forgotten something.

I hadn't told you
about the eye.

The eye?

Yes. We kept one of
the optic nerves intact

together with the eye.

William wanted
an ear, as well,

but that wouldn't
have been practicable.

Now, we know it's seeing

because the slightest
response is recorded

through the deflections
on the encephalograph.

And he's in there?

Yes.

In a basin?

Yes.

I see.

And now--ahem...

I want you to go in
and talk to it.

No. No, doctor, I--

We want to do all we can
to keep it happy.

What do you mean, "it"?
You mean him, don't you?

Keep him happy.
I beg your pardon.

Of course.

Yes, yes.
It would do it--

uh, uh, him good
to see you.

You could smile
at him,

blow him a kiss,
that sort of thing.

Oh, God!

Look. You mustn't
be too surprised

by what he
looks like.

It's bound to be
a little bit

of a shock at first.

He's not very attractive
in his present state,

I'm afraid.

I didn't marry him
for his looks, Dr. Landy.

Good, good.
Well, then?

All right.
This way then.

Look. He won't be
able to see you

when you come
into the room

until you, um, put
your face

directly
above his eye.

The eye is always open,
but he can't move it,

so the field of vision
is narrow.

It always was.

Come along then.

[Machinery pulsing]

Where's--
where is he?

No need to whisper.
He can't hear a thing.

All right? Let's move
a little closer.

That's right. This way.

Now, you see?

It's his eye, right eye.

Now, the brain
in the Ringer's solution

in the basin is contained
by this box

with leads
to the artificial heart.

His eye is floating--
Ringer's solution again--

in this plastic container
with a lens attached

similar to one that he had
in his own spectacles.

So at the moment,
he's looking up

at the ceiling.

Not much to look at,
is it?

Oh. Don't worry
about that.

No, no.

We're going to rig up
a little device

to widen his vision.

We're working out
an entire program

to keep him amused--

books to read,
television.

Not television.
He disapproved--

I mean, he disapproves
of television.

I'm most grateful
for the information.

Don't want to upset him,
do we?

No.

Now shall we come
quite close?

There is William.

Now, you have to
put your face

right above his eye.

[Pulsing speeds up]

Now he--now he can
see me. Yes.

And he can see you,
and you can smile at him.

Of course, he can't
smile back.

[Pulsing slows down]

Hello, William.

It's me--Mary.

He's seeing you!
He's recognized you.

[Pulsing speeds up]

[Pulsing slows down]

[Pulsing speeds up]

You're look-look-
looking well--

He can't hear
a word you're saying.

Oh.

But he can--
he can see me?

Perfectly.
OK.

Must be wondering
what's happened to him.

Not at all.
He knows perfectly well

where he is
and why he's here.

You mean, he--

he knows he's in--
in this--in this box?

But of course.

William is his brain.

There is no difference
between this William here

and the one
you were married to.

Is that a fact?

Quiet now, isn't he?

Naturally he's quiet.

Odd--William quiet.

It's not like him,
not like him at all.

You'll get used to it.

I don't know.

Funny feeling,

that eye...

still watching me
after 22 years.

Exactly.

You know something,
Dr. Landy?

What?

I'm beginning--
I'm beginning

to feel a--an affection
for William.

I mean, an enormous
affection for William

like...like this.

Now, does that sound
strange to you?

Not at all.
I'm delighted

to hear it.

He's like a--he's like
a baby, isn't he?

He's just like a--
like a little baby.

We never had
any children, Dr. Landy.

William didn't like
children, did you, dear?

[Pulsing speeds up]

Well, never mind.

Mary's going to
look after you

from now on.

When can I take him
home, Dr. Landy?

I beg your pardon.

I said, when can I
take him home,

to my--to my home,
to...our home?

Oh. He couldn't
possibly be moved.

I don't see why not.

This is an experiment,
Mrs. Pearl.

One man's experiment

is another woman's husband,
Dr. Landy.

You're joking.

No.

No. I'm not joking.

But this entire
equipment.

I have plenty of room
in my house

for all this equipment.

I couldn't possibly
permit it.

Dr. Landy,
you mustn't come

between a husband
and a wife.

But you're a widow.

But that's not
what you said.

"William is alive.

"There is no difference
between this William here

and the one
you were married to."

But--

No more buts, Dr. Landy.

He bequeathed
his brain to me.

Nuts, Dr. Landy!

He's my husband.

And I want him home.

[Rock music playing]

Now, come on, William,
admit it.

Perfect, isn't it,

the two of us alone...

here together?

Take it easy, William.

You'll do yourself
an injury.

I don't know about you,
but I feel wonderful.

I mean, we don't
argue anymore.

You don't criticize me
all the time.

I don't have to wash
and iron your shirts.

I don't have to cook
your meals.

All I have to do
is to listen

to the throb
of your heart machine.

Do you know it's

a rather soothing sound
actually

and not loud enough
to interfere

with the television?

Oh, I'm sorry.

There. Can you see
all right?

Now, don't
look cross, William.

It's no good
looking cross.

[Pulsing speeds up]

Cheer up! Ha ha ha!

Here's mud
in your eye.

I just have to say,
William,

it's heaven
having you home.

It's like they say.

Life goes on...

and on...

and on.

Sorry.