All language subtitles for the_outer_limits_s02e16_the_deprogrammers

Jolum.

Miserable Jolum.

Has one of you drawn my bath?

Yes, my lord.

Your bath awaits you.

Is it hot enough for you, my lord?

It'll do.

But my Saragon oil, where is it?

I need the oil.

Bring it to me.

My Saragon oil. Where is it? You Jollim
are always so slow.

Always taxing my considerable patience.

What have you done, Jollim?

You realize how difficult Saragon oil is
for me to obtain?

What I have to go through to get it?

What?

Are you just going to stand there?

Mean to mess up?

Yes, my lord.

Ah, good.

When do you leave for rejuvenation
training?

Today, my lord.

Shortly.

Not that I care.

All of you Jolem are alike to me.

Still, I suppose you've been serving me
longer than most.

I know my happiness rests in my being
able to serve you, my lord.

Not like some of your fellow human
vermin.

You know a bomb went off outside sector
headquarters this morning.

Do these insurgent fools really believe
they can reclaim this miserable planet?

I have no idea, my lord.

Megwan is using the activities of these
so -called vindicators to undermine my

authority.

He's trying to take my command away from
me, I know it.

One of these days I shall have to crush
Megwan.

I'm sure whatever my lord decides to do
will be for the best.

How long will you be gone?

Rejuvenation lasts three days and three
nights, my lord.

Oh, I suppose it's necessary.

I hope they train you better than that,
worthless excuse for the children.

It would be a shame for you to suffer
the same fate.

Stay seated on the bus until the
lighting is back on live.

It's your wake -up call.

Don't you realize you've been kidnapped?

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.

For the next hour, we will...

about to experience the awe and mystery
which reaches from the deepest inner

mind to the outer limits.

Stand by.

At what point does a human being's free
will cease to exist?

And if we have forfeited our free will,
are we still human?

It's time to Out of that deep, deep
walking

dead.

It must have hurt.

Did it?

You can't speak.

Then just nod.

Did it hurt?

Did it?

It's hell throwing you jollam out.

You can do it. Stand up.

Okay.

Time for something different.

I ask, you answer.

I tell you to do something, you do it.

Knowledge me.

I'm a human being, just like you are.

Acknowledge that I'm real.

You feel that?

I know you do.

The Torcor didn't perform surgery on
you. They didn't cut the wiring. They

screwed with your head.

It conditioned you to ignore pain.

To pretend it wasn't there.

I don't want you to ignore it.

I want you to feel it.

I want you to rejoin the human race.

That old Jolum conditioning.

Pretty strong stuff.

You know, you're in quite a fix, my man.

You can't go back to your precious
malorty to ask why you're not in

rejuvenation. And then he'll rip your
insides out.

There's no help coming.

What are you going to do about it?

Answer me.

Do something to show me you're alive.

Come on.

What do I have to do? Break a couple of
ribs?

David.

That's it. That's enough.

Oh, yeah?

You think that's enough?

Well, I'm going to kill this son of a
bitch.

Look, why don't you cool off? Let me
talk to him.

Go ahead.

Be my guest.

But you're wasting your time.

This is just Torquard -generated waste.

Man, that was intense.

I had no idea it was going to be like
this.

I've never been through one of these
before.

I guess you haven't either.

and lay you down.

Come on, lie down.

Catch your breath.

There you go.

That's a little better, isn't it?

Yeah, you're going to be all right.

What?

I didn't realize deprogramming was this
brutal.

I remember watching westerns when I was
a kid.

The cowboys would go on a cattle drive.

The cattle would always get caught in a
flash flood and be too stupid to swim

for it, so they just stood there and
drowned.

That's what the Jolum remind me of.

Cattle.

You have to hit them over the head with
a sledgehammer to get their attention.

Just when they're reeling.

You hit him with a little sweet talk to
really confuse him.

Look, I know this is overwhelming.

I mean, if I were you, I'd be flipping
out.

Pounding the walls.

But trust me, there is no way out.

The only way to survive this is to
listen to what the man says and respond.

Even if it is just to tell him to go to
hell.

Don't worry, okay?

You're going to get through this. I know
it.

It's time that you wake up out of that
deep.

Stand up.

I know you've been hearing me. You can
do it. You have a human power.

That's awesome. You are really digital.

I don't think you're going to be able to
crack this one.

Want to bet?

A million dollars?

Two million?

This stuff's just laying around. We can
bet anything we want.

We only have three days to break him and
put him back together again.

I'm well aware of our time schedule.

Why did you leave him alone?

Give him time to think about what we
said.

I really like that try not to worry
part.

It's only natural for them to start
worrying even more.

This is just a game to you, isn't it,
Davis?

You don't know a damn thing about me,
lady.

Or the process.

So why don't you keep your judgments to
yourself?

And what's really going to start eating
at him is what I said about his precious

master.

The idea of doing something against its
wishes is enough to scare the ever

-loving piss out of him.

Pretty soon he'll get the urge to
escape, run back to his master and beg

forgiveness.

It's all part of his conditioning.

So then you can use that fear against
him. You're damn right.

Look, we're trying to reclaim a life
here.

You of all people should want that.

We should have made that bet.

You find this interesting?

There are no mirrors in the torquers'
house.

They have no use for them.

Well, they're vain about their
possessions and their accomplishments,

about their looks.

You ever gotten a good look at one of
those guys?

Come on.

You know you're carrying.

What's happening?

Just watch.

A bank of images is rushing up from his
unconscious.

An hallucination planted by the Torcor.

Triggered by his realization that he
shouldn't be here, shouldn't be looking

himself.

Now he's paying the price.

Rise and shine!

How isn't that better than that yucky
yellow stuff your m 'lord bathes in?

What is that crap, anyway?

What's wrong?

You don't like water spraying in your
face?

Well, showers are one of the greatest
inventions of mankind!

They're invigorating.

They make you feel alive.

Huh?

You're no fun at all, you know that?

Dry yourself off, will you? You're
dripping water all over the floor.

Then put that on.

I gotta hand it to the tour corps.

Anything that might confirm your old
sense of self, they take away.

Your clothes, for instance.

And replace with this bland, boring rag.

Something a eunuch might wear.

You'd like your security blanket back,
wouldn't you?

Take this out and burn it.

Yes, yes, yes.

Sound the alarm.

You love your master, don't you?

You'd do anything for him.

What is it exactly that you love about
him?

It can't be his looks.

What is it that binds you to him?

What is it that makes you want to serve
him without question?

Could it be... his boyhood?

He is a thing of the past. I got to
admit, he has a wonderful voice.

All of the Torque Horde do.

You will love the sound of his voice.

The sound of your master's voice.

Listen to him.

Listen to him now.

Listen to what the master really sounds
like.

Hypnotism.

During bliss training, they conditioned
you to think that each time you hear one

of them, you're hearing the voice of
God.

I'd hardly call that the voice of God,
would you?

What's your master's name?

His real name?

What is it?

Colsis? Col... Coltock.

Jolam are never allowed to call my lord
by his real name.

I'm not Jolam.

He's not Jolam.

Nobody here is Jolum.

I am Jolum. No.

You're not.

Not deep inside.

I know you don't remember, but there was
life before the Torcor.

The reports are coming in fast and
furious now.

What started with the ship landing on
the mall in Washington, D .C. only a

ago... The invasion happened less than
two years ago by our calendar.

The human calendar.

They came and damn near wiped out a
civilization that lasted for over 2 ,000

years. A civilization of people.

Human beings.

Like you.

Me.

It wasn't a perfect world by any means,
but it was our world.

The joy we were able to feel was our
joy.

The pain we suffered was our pain.

Torkor took all that away from us.

Destroyed it.

They killed millions.

Millions more were shipped off the
planet.

Who knows where, for what purpose.

Those still alive here on Earth, those
who didn't escape to the underground,

they turned into what they called Jolum.

Jolum is my only reason for being.

They programmed you to think that.

The Lord is everything to me.

Programming. The Lord is all -knowing,
all -seeing, and I am truly blessed to

able to serve him. I know that my
happiness rests in being able to serve

programming.

You had a life before the tour court
took over.

And with that life, you had a name.

The name you were born with.

Evan.

Hi, Jill.

I hope you receive this. Things don't
look too good right now.

We don't know who or what we're
fighting.

The weapons these invaders have are
beyond anything we could conceive.

I just want to get this off before I go
back out on patrol again.

I miss you, Jill.

God, I realize I miss you so much.

I don't know if we're ever going to see
each other again.

I hope that you know I love you.

Hello,

Evan.

I never thought I'd see you again
either.

I hate what they're doing to you.

I'd heard about deprogramming, but I had
no idea what it really entailed.

I am not proud to be a part of this, but
it's the only way to get you to

remember who you were.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Who am I?

What am I supposed to be?

You're Evan Robert Cooper.

And you?

What are you supposed to be?

Your wife.

My wife, is that supposed to mean
something to me?

It did.

Once.

You need to eat.

Look. Chicken.

They tell me the mush the torcor make
the jala meat have an appetite

in it.

That it's been a while since you've had
any solid food.

So you shouldn't eat too much.

Believe it or not, it's really pretty
good.

You try it?

Please?

For me?

Ever watch a tiger pace back and forth
in its cage at the zoo?

Last time you looked here, you had a
terrible hallucination.

But it's out of your system.

Don't be afraid.

Look.

It's you.

Evan Robert Cooper.

The man I married.

Relax.

Get to know that person again.

What he looks like.

What he feels.

I always liked your lips.

You were always...

She's doing very well.

Okay, you win.

I missed you, Evan.

I can't tell you how many times I cried
myself to sleep.

When you were there.

I just wanted to touch you. Why?

Because that is what human beings do
when they're attracted to each other.

Drone aren't allowed to touch anybody.

Ever!

What's that you were saying about a
tiger?

You're having a dream.

Go ahead, baby.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. Let it out.

Let it out.

We've all had to cry.

We've all had to cry until we can't cry
anymore.

Why can't you just leave me alone?

Because the Torker delighted in turning
our best and brightest into slaves.

And you were a terrific soldier, Evan.

And we need you.

We?

We're Vindicators.

Rebels.

Rebels.

Vindicators. The Underground.

Whatever you want to call us.

David found me not so long ago, hiding
out from the Tor Corps.

He trained me.

And now I help to preserve what it means
to be human.

Let's take a walk.

I thought you were going to do this
part.

No, no.

Let her do it.

It's just up here.

Come on.

We called it the museum room.

The people who used to own this place
called these things props.

But now they're remnants of an earth
that once was.

For us, this is a place of memories that
we can't allow ourselves to forget.

Look. Credit card.

Do you remember credit cards?

You and I had more of these than we
should have had.

Guess we don't have to worry about
paying them off.

We still have music, thank God.

As long as we have batteries and
generators.

You used to love big time action hero
movies with all those big stars.

I wonder where they are right now.

I wonder what happened to all the famous
people.

We've

lost

everything.

No.

We're still alive.

We're still fighting.

Too strong. I've worked for them. I've
lived with them. They underestimate us.

They think we're just some low form of
animal.

We know more about life than they ever
will.

That's where our strength lies.

That's what gives us hope.

I've never

stopped loving

you.

I've wanted to do that since I first saw
you.

Jill? What happened to her? What
happened to our daughter?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

They killed her.

Who?

The tour car?

They killed all the children, Evan.

They didn't have any youth for them.

And guess who ordered it done?

Your beloved master, Koltok.

You want to kill Koltok, don't you?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

For what he did to your daughter?

Yeah.

Good.

Because we want to kill him, too.

We've made several assassination
attempts on Koltok, and all of them have

failed. It's hard to get close to any of
the Torcor leaders.

They're so damn security conscious.

Especially Koltok. He's so paranoid
about that rival of his, Megwan.

You just can't walk into my lord's house
anymore.

Who?

Koltok.

Good.

I know I wasn't at rejuvenation.

Yeah, well, that's where I lied.

Someone's filling in for you there.

Luckily, the Torcor don't keep picture
IDs of slaves, so it wasn't hard to make

the trade -off.

We'll switch you back after rejuvenation
concludes.

I won't be able to sneak a weapon in
there, let alone get close enough to use

on them.

Ah.

Well, that's where this comes in.

Just listen to them.

I'll be waiting for you here when you
get back.

And then we can be together.

Forever.

Dolo. Dolo.

What's taking you so long?

You're about to wait.

I

brought

this back from rejuvenation, my lord.

Proceed, Jolum.

It is your favorite.

As you said, difficult to obtain.

Yes, yes. Cease your prattling and get
on with it, Jolum.

You miserable fool.

Wish to suffer the same fate as another
pitiful Jolum? Now get on with it.

Brave as an idiot.

My name is Ebony.

My name is Ebony.

It's done.

I can't believe it.

I did it for Nicole.

I did it for all the children.

I know, honey.

We're not going to bring her back, are
we?

No.

No, it's not.

You think I'd be happy it's dead?

Of course you should be.

We're all happy it's dead.

Especially my lord.

My lord?

You Jollim have done me a great service.

Your Koltox rival, Megwon.

Yes. And now thanks to you, his
successor.

I take it my lord is pleased?

Yes.

This means you can continue your
research on your fellow human beings,

Davis.

And enjoy your privileged status among
us.

I am truly glad.

No, you were never part of it.

The underground.

Afraid not.

The rebels are at you!

Let me at them! The rebels are nothing.

The rebels are a minor nuisance at most.

Don't you see?

No real resistance is possible.

You!

Traitor!

Each of us survives in our own way.

And your way is to once again be nothing
more than Jolum.

Plain, simple, obedient Jolum. Take
these two to bliss training.

It will be interesting to see how many
times a human being can successfully be

reprogrammed.

No, no,

no, no.

Isn't that what you wanted?

The two of you together?

You serve my lord.

You are Jaller.

You serve my lord.

You are Jaller.

You serve my lord.

You are Jaller.

You serve my lord.

You are Jaller.

You serve my lord.

You are Jaller.

For centuries, philosophers have
wrestled with the question, is man able

decide his destiny through his own
actions?

Or does fate have the final say?