All language subtitles for the_outer_limits_s02e11_the_refuge

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 dilute 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.

power and 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.

Please stand by.

A safe place, warm and quiet. A place to
rest and recover.

When all is said and done, isn't that
what we all want? A safe place in

someone's home or someone's heart.

Evie, don't try and sit up.

Here, try this.

So what's your name?

Raymond Dalton.

Gina Beaumont.

You're a very lucky man, Mr. Dalton.

How long were you out there?

I'm not sure.

Where are you coming from? Another
enclave?

I don't know.

What do you remember?

Anything? It's all jumbled up.

Places and people. I can't really put
them in any kind of order.

All I really remember is that it was
cold and there was a storm. My God, it

so cold. Gina, may I speak with you,
please?

Of course, doctor.

I'll just be a moment.

It's warm in here.

What in God's name were you thinking of?

I was thinking of saving his life.

Someone had to.

My God, what will Valley say?

Another ten minutes outside, he could
have died.

Or doesn't that interest you, Doctor?

Young lady, I know my responsibilities,
and the well -being of the people inside

this refuge comes first. In particular,
your well -being. Freedom!

Who the hell took it upon himself to
lower the barrier?

Not me.

There was a man freezing to death
outside.

He had frostbite, hypothermia. I saw him
from the window. I told her not to. I

ordered... Please.

You're as moral as you are beautiful,
Miss Beaumont. I can't fault you for

But you should have come to me first.
Those are the rules, and I assume you

follow them in the future?

Of course, Mr. Bellay.

Well, what's done is done.

Introduce me to our new guest.

He seems to be suffering from partial
amnesia.

He remembers his name, but not how he
got here or where he came from.

Probably a result of the hypothermia.

As core temperature drops, a victim can
suffer from confusion, disorientation.

I'm Sanford Bellay.

Welcome to the refuge.

Ray, Dalton, what do you mean refuge?

Well, I built it before the collapse.

Totally self -supporting, self
-contained.

Collapse?

You really don't remember anything, do
you?

Nothing.

What the hell was it I hid outside?

A particle barrier.

A force field, it protects the house
from intruders.

Impressive, isn't it?

Where the hell am I, Alaska?

Not quite.

Try Florida.

It all started at an oil rig off the
coast of South America.

One of my competitors sank his well so
deep that it unearthed bacteria that

hadn't seen the light of day in 10 ,000
years.

Maybe longer.

No, you're kidding. How could bacteria
cause all this?

They tell me it did something called
polymerizing the water.

Changed it into a new kind of water.

The stuff freezes now 40 degrees
Fahrenheit instead of 32.

If it doesn't start to thaw out into the
mercury, it's 90 degrees.

And this bacteria is spread all over the
world?

Within a year, the earth's oceans are
all polymerized.

We're in the middle of a new life age,
my friend.

Every source of fresh water turned to
ice.

Temperatures drop 30, 40 degrees
overnight.

Our plants shut down, crops fail.

Folks who didn't die from exposure and
died from hunger.

A long, endless winter. How many others
have survived?

I can't imagine there are more than 2
,000 or 3 ,000 people left alive in all

North America.

I took the liberty of getting some
clothes for you.

You're about the same size as my son. He
donated some of his outfits.

Your son?

Uh, thank you.

You know, how many others are at this
place?

You make eight.

You'll meet them all soon enough.

Dinner's at seven, main dining room.

You don't have to dress up.

We like to think of this as an informal
sort of apocalypse.

Oh, Mr. Vallee, I, uh...

Certainly do appreciate your
hospitality. I know that I'm not exactly

invitation.

Nonsense. The more the merrier.

We needed some new blood.

It's a miracle.

Mr. Dalton, how are you feeling? Much
better, thank you. Let me make some

introductions. I believe you've met Dr.

Dreeden, Nurse Beaumont, of course, and
my son, Thomas,

and his lovely wife, Justine.

Ray Dalton, I guess you're the one I
have to thank for giving me the shirt

your back.

Thank my father, the source of all good
things.

Graciousness is not among my husband's
virtues, I'm afraid.

Welcome to our little sanctuary, Mr.
Dalton.

And my lovely fiancée, Debbie.

One B, one I. One for each brain cell.

Mr. Angelique, I'd like you to meet...
We've met.

You dress like a whore.

Well, thank you so much for the fashion
advice, Miss Sackcloth and Ashes. Can

you please behave yourself?

We have a new guest.

Yes, Mr.

Dalton. Aren't you lucky to have found
us?

I must apologize for my son's rude
behavior.

Miss Thomas acknowledges his greed and
envy.

How many of you will admit to your sins?
Only then can you find forgiveness.

Let me help.

How long has it been since we gathered
together in meditation? Not long enough.

I'm beginning to think the good sister
may have a point.

Before the collapse, Sister Angelique
was an inspiration to millions, a best

-selling author.

Now, of course, she's one tree short of
a hammock.

I think we could all benefit from the
sister's message.

What did you have in mind, Angelique?
Some sort of spiritual ceremony?

Yes. Yes, exactly.

It's decided.

Tomorrow afternoon at 5 o 'clock, right
here in this room.

I'll see all of you then.

Let he who is without sin make up for
lost

time. Well, I think the good sister can
help you with some of your Bible

studies. Sister?

Self -ordained, for God's sake.

Give me a break.

Ms. Vallée, if you don't mind me saying
so, I don't think you're entirely sober.

Well, if you lived in this house for
five years, would you be?

Though things are beginning to look up.

Why not?

Well, two reasons.

You're drunk and you're married. And I
don't think there are a lot of divorce

lawyers left alive.

Ah, see? Not such a bad world after all.

You're lost.

Maybe.

All of the guilt and none of the fun.

Probably seems fair, doesn't it?

Gina, can we talk?

What do we have to talk about, Mr.
Dalton? Well, last night, it's not what

you... Morning, darling.

Hungry?

I've lost my appetite.

You adapt quickly, Mr. Dalton.

You know what? You are some kind of
bitch.

Oh, Ray, I thought you had more of a
sense of humor than that.

Lost our way last night, did we,
darling?

No, I knew exactly where it was at all
times, Thomas. Believe me.

Morning, everyone.

Thomas, you look tired. Did you get
enough sleep?

It was fitful.

I have that problem myself sometimes.

Usually only when I sleep alone.

Last night I slept like a baby.

Justine, you're looking particularly
lovely this morning.

Why, thank you.

Excuse me.

Did I say something to offend him?

Gina, wait.

Is this place always this much fun?

You know what? You're wrong about me.

I did not sleep with Justine.

I'd rather sleep with a rattlesnake. At
least you can hear it coming when it's

ready to bite.

Why do you care so much what I think?

Well, I have this whole damn place.

You're the only one that I really
respect.

I'd like to have yours, too.

Not exactly the family next door, are
they?

Only if you live next door to the
Mansons.

You know, if you don't mind my asking,
what are you doing in this group?

Not that I'm complaining.

I, um, worked for Valet.

I still do, I suppose.

Where? For one of his companies?

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

How long ago did you come to this
refuge?

I don't remember.

This has been such a long time. I know
my old life just seems a million years

ago.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever happened
at all.

If the sun ever shone in the sky, if
there was ever a summer at the beach or

hot June night or a warm spring rain.

There were.

And I remember, too.

Do you?

Ray, do you remember who you are?

I, uh... I remember I moved around a
lot.

You know, from job to job, city to city.
I think I was, uh... a

journalist of some kind. I'm not sure.

You know what?

All I really trust is what I'm feeling
right now.

Cheer up, darling.

There's always the good doctor.

Thank

you

for coming today.

Miracles do happen.

They live in your heart. Sister, excuse
me.

Would this be a miracle?

This? Our being here, alive, when so
many others are not. Is this a miracle?

In a way,

I suppose. So all those other people who
died, they didn't deserve a miracle.

Whenever you do an act of kindness for
another person, it's

a miracle.

Oh, like my father letting you in here,
you mean?

Oh, yes. Hallelujah for that.

Hey, what else could I do if a woman had
nowhere else to turn?

Because her husband, the congressman,
took somebody else into the government

shelters. No. Was she young?

Did she dress like a whore, too?

Oh.

I don't believe this.

Every time you throw a

little light into a dark... He's the
Lord!

the service is not over. I think it is.

I

think

there's somebody to help us, Lee.

We have to get out of here.

There's nowhere to go.

Well, they said there's other enclaves,
other refuges.

Maybe, but where?

I mean, even if we knew, how would we
get there on foot?

Over hundreds, maybe thousands of miles.

There is no other refuge.

Not for us.

Well, there is one.

Hello, Tyler.

This is great.

How long have you been doing it? Since
the beginning? Since we moved in here?

Actually, even before that.

Isn't that right, Justine?

It wasn't long after the wedding, as I
recall.

Betsy!

Have you lost your mind?

If I move another inch, I'll blow her
worthless brains all over this room. I

mean it! Stop pointing that thing at
your wife, Thomas.

To me, you really want to point it at,
isn't it?

Of course it is.

Go on. Go ahead.

You'd have done this years ago.

When you put mother in the hospital the
first time. You didn't have the nerve.

You still don't. Shut the hell up!

You've been a failure. A coward all your
life. You're not about to change now.

For God's sake, darling.

Let me do this. Feel your finger on that
trigger, Thomas.

Feel the tension there.

That power.

You've been afraid of it all your life,
Thomas.

You've run away from it.

Rejected it. Disdained it.

What are you going to do now that you
have it?

You're going to run away again?

Or are you going to embrace it?

Son of a bitch!

What the hell?

What's your problem, Dalton?

Whatever it is, there's very little in
my experience that can't be cured with a

drink.

Scotch.

I assure you it is the best available.

My father does have excellent taste.
Your father?

Doctor, what happened? Doctor.

Hell, I barely got my B .A.

Dr. Drayden.

Scotch. At this hour, I think not.

Mr. Dalton, how's the memory? Getting
better?

Actually, I think it might be getting
worse.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you remember my nurse, at least?

I'm worried about you.

Perhaps we should run a few more tests.

Morning, Ray.

Hungry?

Lost her way last night, did we,
darling?

I knew exactly where I was every moment,
Franklin.

Believe me.

Ah, Mr.

Dalton. How are you feeling?

I don't know.

Still a little disoriented, I
understand.

Oh, you do remember my fiancée,
Angelique? Call me Angel.

Of course you do still know the good
sister.

Sister Gina, how are you?

As can be expected.

You're dressed like a whore.

Well, thank you so much for the fashion
advice.

If you want to rid yourself of sin, you
have to own up to it.

Let me help you.

All of you, please.

No, no. Perhaps a good sister has a
point.

I think we all could learn something
from her.

Perhaps some sort of spiritual ceremony.

No. Mr.

Dalton, is something wrong?

I don't know what the hell is going on
here, but I'll be damned if I let you do

it again. And not to her.

Gina, please.

How dare you?

Gina, please.

Don't touch me.

Yes, Ray.

Didn't you know? She's the Bloody Virgin
Mary.

Unless your sex is absolutely
immaculate.

Bless her.

Evil. All of you.

You wallow in evil. Gina, delight in
your wickedness.

What the hell is going on?

What do you mean, going on?

You know damn well what I mean.
Everybody's changing personalities

and me.

Since I'm not causing it, I'm betting
that you are.

I must admit I'm intrigued.

None of the others have been able to
resist my alterations. Why you?

How are you doing this?

Let's just say I can.

Let it go at that.

Fine. You know what?

I really don't give a damn how you're
doing it.

I just want you to change Gina back to
the way she was, her true personality.

What makes you so sure that was her true
personality?

Maybe you fell in love with the facade,
a mask that I created.

Maybe your beloved Gina really is as
cold and conniving as my son's wife.

I don't believe that.

Maybe what you just saw wasn't. Maybe he
really is Sister Gina.

You don't know for sure, do you?

anything for sure.

I don't know why you won't bend to my
will, Mr. Dalton, but the reality, the

only reality that matters to you is that
I am the master of this house, and if

you're going to stay here...

You're going to have to play by the
house rules.

Does that mean standing by and watch you
jerk these people around like puppets?

You can forget it.

Ben, I just dropped a barrier that
surrounds the house.

If you'd rather take your chances out
there, you're welcome to try.

Let he who is without sin make up for
lost time. Oh, you're drunk.

If you lived here for five years, you
would be too.

Though, things are looking up.

Not again, okay?

What? No.

Why not? Because I refuse to play
valet's games.

Say a lot. Yeah, maybe.

Maybe.

I just wanted to apologize for my
behavior earlier. I think it was

inappropriate.

Well, I suppose you're not a man of evil
intent, Mr. Dalton. No, absolutely not.

If God can forgive our mistakes and
indiscretions, so can I.

Your apology is accepted.

Thank you.

I just hope God is equally as forgiving
as you are for what I'm about to do. Oh.

That house is insane.

Maybe it's the source of LA's power.

I mean, maybe the further away from it
we get, the better off we are.

I have to stop.

I have to rest.

Why?

Dear God in heaven, I've never been so
cold in all my life.

Please take me back.

I can't.

Not yet. It's all right.

No sun. Never any sun.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever shot at
all.

It's been so long.

I wonder if there really ever were... If
there really ever were summers at the

beach.

Or hot June nights.

Warm spring rain.

How did you know what I was going to
say? Gina, look at me.

Don't you remember?

We were starting to mean something to
one another.

Can you feel that?

Can you feel anything when you look at
me?

There is no other refuge.

There is one.

Ray? Yeah.

How?

Ray.

Moving. Tremendously moving.

I'm better at this than I thought.

You bastard. I was getting... Thing
happens here that I don't... Control,

Dalton. Nothing.

You want more proof?

Ray, have you met my fiancée, Gina?

Gina with a G.

What are you doing to me?

Take it easy now, Mr. Dalton.

You've been under for quite a while.

BP 110 over 70.

Respiration normalizing.

It's okay.

We found a cure. You're going to be
fine.

I think we can move him now.

No, please, wait.

I have to go back.

Listen to me.

Everything's going to be all right.

You had a tumor, a lesion in your brain.

You were placed in cold sleep until it
could be removed. You're going to be

fine.

It's in a house, in a storm.

You were dreaming. Now just relax.

It's more than a dream. It was his
dream. He was controlling.

Still disoriented.

Is the anesthesia ready?

Now look, you're going back to sleep for
a while.

When you wake up, you're going to be
good as new. No, no, no. No, I have to

say... I

was

not hallucinating, damn it. Mr.

Dalton, people do dream in cold sleep.

In fact, for their psychological health,
we use biofeedback regulators to assure

they dream more vividly. It wasn't just
a dream. I was connected with the other

sleepers. No, Mr. Dalton, impossible.

Why?

The biofeedback regulators, you admit
that they can alter our brainwave

patterns, right?

Well, yes, but that's a huge jump to a
kind of telepathic link between

And even if all this were true, why
would one person be able to control the

entire dream?

Maybe Valet knows he's dreaming.

Maybe that gives them the edge to
manipulate the others.

Lucid dreaming.

I've heard of it.

But you didn't know you were dreaming.
Why weren't you controlled just like the

others? I don't know.

Maybe it was the tumor. I know their
names, for God's sake. Which in all

likelihood you saw written on their
chambers before you entered cold sleep.

Look, just wake one of them up. I can't
do that, Mr. Dalton.

For one thing, it takes a full day to
bring someone out of cold sleep.

As their body functions accelerate, so
do their diseases. And without a cure

waiting for them, we simply can't take
that risk.

Mr. Dolphin, you had a dream.

Put it out of your mind. You're whole.

You're healthy.

You have an entire life to get back to.

He's right, Ray. You're one of the lucky
ones.

I've written a living trust for people
to manage their estates while they're in

cold sleep.

Someone's staying there for decades,
man.

You got revived in less than five years.
You can't get on with your life.

You think I'd be good at that?

What's that supposed to mean?

All my life I moved on from one city to
the next. One lover to another.

Never putting down any roots. Never
wanting to.

Come on, Ray. Now you want to put down
roots in a dream? She isn't a dream.

Her name is Gina Beaumont.

All right.

She isn't a nurse.

She's a doctor.

Harvard Med, class of 99.

She worked in Thailand for a year
helping people with the Osaka virus

came down with it herself.

Even then, she wouldn't leave until she
was told if she didn't go into cold

sleep, her body would have too much
damage, she wouldn't survive.

Where the hell did you get all this?

I'm a journalist, remember?

I know about all of them. I looked them
up on the net. I found birthdates. I

looked up addresses.

Look, I phoned New York.

I talked to Gina's sister and her
father. I spoke to Tom's wife for an

You didn't try to get them to file their
relatives, did you? Come on, they would

have thought that I was crazy.

Dave, this is the woman I knew.

All right, I may not have known all
the...

Little details of her real life. But
this woman, this is Gina.

She wasn't a dream.

I don't think I've ever heard you so
passionate about anything before, Ray.

I never have been.

I love her. I gotta do something. You
gotta help me.

Mr. Cohen, we have run extensive systems
checks since Mr. Dalton awoke.

He obviously had a dream. A very vivid,
very disturbing dream.

I told you it wasn't just a dream. She
was real. I'm frank.

Yes, sir. I believe you explained to Mr.
Dalton that there was reason to believe

that cold sleepers might dream more
vividly than normal.

Exactly. And Mr. Dalton is suffering
from a cryonically induced delusion of

sorts. Nothing more.

Oh, so you admit that this cryonically
induced delusion is a result of your

negligence.

I, uh... I never said that. You knew
sleepers were prone to these kinds of

nightmares, yet you took no steps to
guard against it. Sounds like negligence

me.

Mr. Cohen, you have no case here.

Whether we do or not, I hope you had
your spin doctors ready to handle the

public fallout from this when it hits
the media.

I see.

Tell me, Mr. Cohen, what exactly would
it take to make your client, uh, whole,

as you'd say?

Not much, really. I just want to be put
back into cold sleep.

Ray?

Are you absolutely sure about this? I've
never been more sure of anything.

We're ready, Mr. Dalton.

Thanks, Dad.

Hey, maybe someday you'll get the meter.

Don Perignon, 2002.

Join me?

Why bother?

None of this is real.

Oh, it's real enough to suit my taste.

I looked you up, Val. I made you money
in oil, billions in assets.

Doesn't this all seem kind of low rent
in comparison?

Quite the opposite.

In business, you exert your power
indirectly at best. You know, so many

variables. But here, here I exert power
directly.

No variables, no go -betweens.

It's the application of total and
absolute control over another human

There's nothing else like it.

Recreational therapy for sociopaths.

Like I said, I don't like variables.

And you've become altogether too much of
one.

When someone dies in a dream...

Do they die in reality?

What do you think, Ray?

Hello.

Thomas, listen.

It's all just a dream.

You're not a killer.

You're not his son. My name is Thomas
Lawrence.

You're a teacher.

He lied.

He just wants to destroy the refuge.
Kill him.

Do you have a wife?

Three children.

Your wife's name is Ann. Your children
are Dennis.

Kimberly, Michelle, you're not a killer.
You're a good man. This is just a bad

dream. Kill him!

Ann, Dennis, Kimberly, Michelle, Steve,
you have a brother named Howard

and a sister that died at the age of
five. Her name was Marie.

She comes to visit you every week at the
sleep chamber.

He just wants to destroy the rest. Gina,
you've tried to save thousands of your

sacrifice. Do you remember? You all have
minds and souls and memories of your

own. You ought to remember the people
that love you and the people that you

love.

I saw it.

Something went wrong.

Look at this.

My God.

Break them.

Shut up.

My

God,

I can't believe this is all a dream.

It's our dream now, not his. I mean, you
can tell already.

Look, the snow is melting. It's
beautiful.

We're together.

When you left, was it because they found
a cure?

I couldn't help it. You know, I came
back as soon as I could, but... Ray.

Yeah?

You can't stay.

You have to go back. You're cured.

I'm not. I could be here for years. I
could be here for decades before...

worry. They'll thaw me out as soon as
they thaw you out, as soon as they find

cure for the Osaka virus.

Ray, I can't let you do that. Stay here
in this dream world just because of me?

Go back.

If you really love me, go back to your
own life. You don't understand.

Life out there without you, that's the
dream.

You and me, this is real.

A poet once wrote, in dreams begins
responsibility.

So too, perhaps, with love.

Without dreams, without the hope of a
better life, a brighter future, it is

difficult for love to flourish.

And without love, there are no dreams.