All language subtitles for The Outer Limits s06e06 The Beholder

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and
common sense tells us that our existence

but a brief crack of light between two
eternities of darkness.

Yeah, the cradle rocks, and I think
you'll agree, so does Vladimir Nabokov.

Every time he sets pen to paper.

But whether old Vlad's description of
the human condition is born of hope or

dire pessimism is the question.

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

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 feed for the first
time since my childhood accident.

I'd give you the hard science, but
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 microelectronics.

and the use of a sophisticated drug, get
this, that could only be manufactured

in the zero gravity of outer space.

So if anyone asks you what the hell good
all those space shuttle missions are

for, you can tell them they may have
just made a miracle possible.

You're looking at areas V1 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 neuroprosthesis,
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.

Ready for the implant now?

Patrick?

How are you feeling?

Like I parted my hair with a jackhammer.

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

psychologist I was telling you about.

You're still convinced I'm going to need
therapy?

No.

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.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

There's light. I can sense light,
Doctor.

That's wonderful, Patrick.

Just now, just take it easy.

Oh, my God, there's light.

Oh, I can see your face.

I can see your faces.

Oh, it's incredible.

It's incredible.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

What is it, Doctor?

What is that?

Oh, my God!

Who are you?

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.

reaches from the deepest inner mind to
the outer limits.

The outer limit.

Please stand by.

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?

Come in.

Louise, I was hoping with you. I tell
you... Remember, you promised no more

jokes about a sight for sore eyes.

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?

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.

Yeah.

Tell me again, what did she look like?

Red eyes.

Red hair.

Red... Her skin, it was so pale.

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 this
woman?

You mean like the boogeyman?

Give it any name you like.

I had fantasies and phobias, you know,
like any kid.

Such as?

Well, 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.

I think I'm ready to face the world.

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

Twist my arm.

The tree, the sky, everything is so
beautiful.

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's a single -engine plane crash.

We were on our way to Alaska.

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?

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

She died of cancer a little over a year
ago.

Well, that certainly puts things in
perspective.

How do you mean?

Just those kinds of losses. The
emotional trauma can affect us in ways

well, sometimes unpredictable.

That psychoanalyze for this guy is a
whack job.

I'm not here to make judgments.

I thought that's exactly it.

What is it?

What do you see?

Patrick, talk to me.

It's a girl. You didn't see a girl right
there.

No headaches or dizzy spells?

No.

Any discomfort associated with shifting
focus from near to far?

No. Any halos around objects?

I don't think so, no.

Artifacts?

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

we could have ever hoped for.

So there's nothing abnormal?

Physically, I don't see anything
anomalous. Why?

Is it something that you're experiencing
that doesn't feel normal? No, I just...

You know, when the bandages first came
off.

Oh.

You experienced anything like that
again?

No.

No, no, no. Dr. Burroughs explained how
that was just a figment of my

imagination.

Vivid as hell from the sound of it. It
was.

I am going to give you another injection
of the iridium suspension.

part of the process yeah well patrick

you're going to have to hope that your
body becomes

acclimated to the side effects because
without the drug the

bridge to your neural prostate would
quickly disintegrate like i said best

feeling in the world

You didn't say anything to Dr. Lennox?

I did, actually.

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

best dealt with in a therapeutic realm.

Can you go back there?

Do you remember what you saw?

He's trying to talk to me.

I can't hear her, but I can make out
what she's saying.

She's crying for help.

Over and over and over and over.

Would you like to help her?

I'm not a child, Louise. I know what
you're driving at.

Which is?

Wish fulfillment, unconscious cravings.
I've created an imaginary girl to

fulfill some...

Somebody twisted me.

We do that routinely in our dreams,
Patrick. I wasn't dreaming. Both times,

wasn't dreaming. You were there.

But 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

assaulted with images. How can it not be
overwhelming?

When does it stop?

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 would be a shame to have as precious
a gift as your patience snatched away.

and happening?

You're not real.

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

I'm not dreaming, am I?

Here. It's beautiful.

You said you wanted me to help you.

How can I help you?

You're not alive, are you? You're
some...

No, Kira, wait. Please, Kira.

Kira, don't go.

Will I see you again?

Just tell me that.

The Outer Limits.

Please stand by.

All right.

Take it at face value, then. This girl
is... Kira.

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.

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 sakes, Patrick, I'm not going

be able to help you if you don't meet me
halfway.

Patrick. Patrick.

Is it happening?

Here. Here.

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.

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

there. Why would my mind fantasize
something so terrifying?

Patrick, listen to me.

Where did you get that tape?

Ah, 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 would be strictly

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... to continue
to participate.

I won't have you spying on me or my
patient. With all due respect, I won't

you letting in 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

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's exhibiting truly are signs of

psychosis at all.

Joseph, I have the strongest feeling I
haven't been as thoroughly briefed on

this case as I could have been.

You know as much as you need to know for
the moment. No, that is not good

enough. I want to know what the hell is
going on here, and I want to know now.

Louise, have a seat.

Please.

You know the iridium that has been an
integral part of Patrick's post

therapy? The synaptic stimulant, the one
that's helped drug 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
extrasensory.

What are you trying to tell me? That
what Patrick is experiencing, it just

be real.

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 than...

It's a stream of consciousness.

Right. Where the characters, their
thoughts, their...

The Outer Limits.

Please stand by.

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.

I better warn my insurance company.

So is that it for today?

Not yet. I'm going to 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 are 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?

I know Louise has told you everything.
This is crazy. Why won't you tell me the

truth? He's right. We should.

It's time you were told the truth.

Oh.

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

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 it's used in your
case as one of those... unexpected

byproducts of scientific research.

What was it produced for?

Actually, Mr. Tarlow, 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 life form.

Now, we surmised that if we refined the
drug and found the right purpose, 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
and a dozen studies, but 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 life form I'm talking about.

It's too bizarre.

You are that human receiver, Patrick.

Are you all right?

I can hear you.

That's what I'd hoped.

What was that? 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 or current growth.

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

But you're still visible only to me.

I can really feel your hand.

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

I don't know how long it's been.

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.

For all these years, I've wandered your
planet, seeing everything, but unable to

be seen.

I know you.

I still don't understand how you found
me, how you knew.

The system, the substance that was
created in space.

The iridium truck.

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.

It became irresistible.

Like a moth to flame.

Why do you say that?

Because... I could pose a danger to you.

I don't understand.

The people who created it, they know
about you. They used the iridium before

even saw you to somehow detect your
presence.

And the worst, worst of it is, now they
think they have a way to reach you.

Through you.

Can't go back to being alone.

You have no idea what it's been like.

I have no one to talk to.

Share my feelings, my thoughts.

The outer

limit.

Please stand by.

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 life

at all, for that matter?

We've heard them communicate.

Now, 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.

Center exchange is even tactile.

It's quite astonishing, really.

You bugged his apartment.

Louise, the scientist in you has got to
realize the importance of what we've

stumbled upon here.

Oh, I do, but... 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.

You thwart that, and he may never
recover.

I don't know, Louise.

Bringing Kira to meet them 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.

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

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

You must really think I'm crazy now.

On the contrary.

It's enough to make a cynic believe it.

What's all this?

Some instrumentation measuring devices.

She is with you, yes?

She's right here.

Would you direct her to take that feed?

She can hear you. She can understand
everything you say.

Kira?

Please.

Ask her where she comes from.

Beyond your reach.

Could she be a little more specific?

You would call it a neutron star.

How is that possible?

The temperatures are unthinkable.

Only by your measure.

What are the coordinates of the...

Something's wrong.

Something very wrong.

He's not comfortable giving that
information.

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.

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.

Once she's over her conditioners, we'll
switch it off. We'll debrief her. You

can both go. That's a promise.

If she's still alive, turn it off now!

Gordon, maybe he's right.

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

With the scientists who gave you back
your sight? Or with an introvert whose

agenda you don't really know?

No. When she is ready to talk to us, we
will be ready to listen.

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

my fault.

I never should have brought you here.

I need you 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.

Kira.

Kira.

Kira, no.

Kira, you can't. Kira.

No. No, Kira. You can't. Kira.

You need help.

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.

I 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.

I thought you struck a deal with the
devil.

Patrick.

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

perfect bait to lure Kira 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.

Goodbye Patrick

You're

up

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.

Patrick, please.

The Iridium is the only thing preventing
you from being consigned to darkness.

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
going to let it happen again.

You'd rather lose your mind than to see
something so wondrous, so beautiful,

picked at and prodded by their damn
machine.

We have no right.

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

Wait!

Stop!

Stop!

You

have

no idea.

John. In closing, for those of you
who've expressed concern about my

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
discernment.

See you next time.

Of all the gifts his maker has bestowed
upon man, none is more precious than his

ability to love another.