All language subtitles for The Outer Limits s05e22 Better Luck Next Time

You always have to do this the hard way,
don't you? Why mess with tradition?

You hear that?

They'll be here soon.

Maybe you should just give me the gun.

I don't think so. I'm going to get it
anyway. I always do.

Wrong again!

Oh, I messed up the mission.

No!

That's another one for me.

You are keeping score, right?

Better luck next time.

You don't understand.

This isn't what it looked 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.

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

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.

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, 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?

I'd be reviewed that way used to be.

You should know.

I cleared those three cases while you
were gone.

Yeah, so I hear.

So I was thinking if you weren't up to
speed.

I'll take the lead on this one, too.

Thanks for caring.

What do we got?

Well, according to Rent -A -Cop number
one... Name?

His name is Kimball.

He's in the guard check out front when
the phone rings.

It's Rent -A -Cop number two on patrol.

He starts freaking out because 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.

You guys took in a possible, right?

Yeah, I 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 doing business.

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

Have a disagreement, it gets physical.

Until 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. He was right on
top of him. He wouldn't have had time to

stash anything.

So what were they fighting about?

Politics.

Maybe religion.

It's more controversial.

Mr. Pimble, 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.

Got any witnesses you'll have to let him
go, won't you?

It's hard to say at this point.

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.

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

All right.

This was all he had on him.

Yeah. What does he have here?

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.

Gonna be in ballistics for a while.

So, uh, what about that other security
guard, uh, Kimball? He might be more

involved than he left on. We'll go back
at him after we talk to the shooter.

You sure you're up for this
conversation?

Yes.

It's all yours.

Excuse me. Would you come take a seat?

There you go.

Sit down.

I understand you're not much of a
talker.

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 good, because that's what
we're here for.

Let's start nice.

You got a name?

Too many.

Well, one will do.

You begin.

Terry.

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

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

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?

The 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, sir. Of course we
want to know. I 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, 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

like him, really.

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

either.

I'll just go run the pictures.

Bye, Frank.

I'll just be outside.

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 going to 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.

Terry, 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.

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.

Oh, come on, Terry.

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 and alcohol and lauding him. A
sad man, Terry. A useless man without a

purpose. Until one night, when the man
saw something.

He saw something he'll never forget.

Danny, get up. Move.

Disorientation that you're feeling is
normal. It will pass.

Hey, you're not hurt.

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.

Just give me that crap.

How did 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'm not exactly what I
appear to be.

I'm not a human being, Terry.

I am an energy being.

Devoid of any permanent physical form.
Precisely like those things I just

you. You expect me to believe this?

You know what you saw.

You read a book on hypnosis. Big deal.

You don't believe that.

I'm supposed to believe that you're an
alien.

Yeah.

Tell me something.

What is the difference between you,
Terry, 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

patterns which you refer to as Terry's
thoughts.

Terry's consciousness.

Talking about a soul.

Or 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'll 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...

It gives me a certain resound of
excitement.

Are there others?

Are there races besides your own out
there?

Beyond imagining.

Why me?

Why did you have to pick me?

You're the perfect lightning rod.

You already have enough clues to suspect
you of murder.

I'll just keep entertaining myself until
they finally have enough clues to

convict you.

Goodbye, Jack.

No!

No!

Better luck next time.

Thank you.

Professional school lady Ellen
Washington sits there.

It's the land of opportunity.

Don't worry.

Your heart will feel the same.

No.

So, tell me something, Terry. Are you
going to help me or are you just going

stand around until the killer kills
again?

I need time to think.

You do that.

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

course I'll deny everything. I won't
have your scientists dissect me like

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

Just like Jack.

You go and think now.

So how's it going there?

His name's Gerard.

Gerard, that's it?

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.

I got an idea on the corpse.

Right on the top of the stack at Missing
Persons. Mark Esterhaus.

He's an insurance salesman. The guy's
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 Rydell, Billy Rydell'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 we could
come back... I... I'm...

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.

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.

When Billy was real young, he started
hanging out in some bad places.

With some bad people.

So I started yelling at him.

You gotta try and discipline him while
you still can, right?

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. Rydell.

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.

I'm sorry.

I know that he hurt a lot of people.

And if you hadn't stopped him, he would
have hurt a lot more.

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

I just can't help but think that if I
believed him when he told me he was

good, then maybe he would have turned
out that way.

Because I know... I know that

he was good once.

I just wanted you to know that.

Dr.

Daniels? I think we should talk.

Sure.

Answer a question.

If you are what you say you are, then
why don't you just get up and walk out

here?

I doubt that any of us could stop you,
and even if you were shot, you could

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 are 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

could before.

After the incident in London,

I eventually tracked my quarry to the
old American West, where he had found

a body.

Show me.

All right, boys, I'm closed for the day.
We need some new horse, 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 gonna pay for that?

Wasn't planning to.

That's far enough.

Man's been on dying, J .D. Think he is.

Next one is dead center.

It sure is.

Oh shit.

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

So yes, Terry, 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.

Must have one.

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

If you want anybody else to believe your
story, you're going to 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 that
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.

You know, sooner or later, the body...

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 Esther helped 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 a
medical examiner.

Thanks.

Nidor, how are you doing?

Well, that's very cynical.

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

The one that came in this morning, the
38 in the chest?

No, I won't hold you to it.

Like his insides were all burned 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, because if

you hadn't, I might have missed out on
one of the greatest Looney Tunes I've

ever, ever had the pleasure to talk to.
Kimball's the security guard who called

it in.

Maybe he's angry because 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

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 pretty impressive lift.

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's 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

Cleason's body instead?

I didn't have many options.

Okay, now wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

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

know what the two of you 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

a young FBI agent who had access to a
remarkable piece of technology.

Grand Central Station.

Hello?

Time travel.

A means by which to stop crime before it
starts.

That's a really thick joke.

A fetus with pre -temporal lobe can
regulate an energy field. That field

a doorway to the past.

Look within yourself.

Something has changed.

Can't you feel it? Feel what, Dr.
Gibbons?

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

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

I didn't want them to have it.

Not before I had said things right.

Days are 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. He's putting it off.

Putting it off.

But now I am out of time.

It's tearing me apart.

Put that weapon down.

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

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

wrong with that?

Dr. Gibbons, you need help.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

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'd 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 the company of
her boyfriend.

They won't comment on her assignment if
classified.

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

This is really nuts. You know what nuts
is this?

Time machines?

Alien energy beams? Come on. What are we
supposed to do, call NASA on this?

If we do, we'll probably end up in Area
51 with bags over our heads.

If we're not institutionalized first.

Any progress?

Nothing definite. But we do have quite
as many suspects as 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.

One of these guys...

It's got to be lying.

Now, Kimball came in here on his own.
Now, a guilty man does not do that. No,

but Gerard isn't lying. How can you be
so sure of that? I can't.

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.

Oh, let me get her.

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 that 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, Terry. I had no
choice. It was the only way to prevent

from getting to the device.

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

Terry, 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, me
and I. Would you like to see what I

have seen?

Through his eyes.

We finished yet?

Not quite.

Mr. George admits to the killing of the
FBI agent, but what I don't get, why

does he confess to a murder and then be
telling lies about the rest of it?

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

Detective Daniel, you have a simple
decision to make.

Are you going to arrest him or not?

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

Detective Russo believes that the
innocent doesn't cheat.

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.

I'm too careful.

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

I gotta tell you, 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 gonna 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

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 cracked him here when I was in
Esterhausen's body.

I found him building the device.

That's when he caught me snooping
around.

Then he shot me when I tried to get
away.

If this doesn't constitute evidence, 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,

Russo, if you wouldn't mind.

We'll get the lab boys down here and see
if they're going to 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 received 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, Terry. You're
backing the wrong guy.

That's not Daniels anymore.

I said move away from him!

It's not him, Terry.

Terry!

No!

Oh, my God.

What do you mean?

You won. No, no, no, no.

I won. No. He believed me enough to
shoot you. So what? I had her convinced

enough to shoot her own partner. All
right.

What does that make it then? I don't
know. I've lost count. And next time, I

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.

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 chilled, you get bored.

We just do this to relieve the boredom.
And you know, Terry, with your police

credentials, it'll make it so much
easier to complete the time machine. And

we are going to have some fun.

Come on, your body's done. 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.

Take them all out, Karen.

Back off! 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!

In

the

struggle between life and death,
sometimes survival is not the only way