All language subtitles for tales_of_the_unexpected_s04e07_the_sound_machine

Yes, yes.

No, this one.

Is it right?

Is it right?

Yes, yes, it is. It is.

Good, good, good.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Nothing to worry about, Mrs Saunders. He
should be up and about in a day or two.

Oh, thank you, Dr Scott.

Well, it won't be good of you to come.
Oh, not at all. I have a call to make

next door, so I should have been coming
this way in any case.

Mr Gardner? Yes, that's right. He's not
well?

Oh, nothing serious, I'm glad to say.

Well, goodbye, Mrs Saunders. He's all on
his own, isn't he?

I believe so, yes. Try and keep an eye
on him, you'll see, but it's rather

difficult. He keeps such odd hours.

Really? Oh, yes. I often see a light
burning in that garden shed of his.

Well into the night, and strange noises,
you wouldn't believe.

Noises? Yes.

He does experiments. He has all sorts of
peculiar apparatus in there. I don't

know what this is.

He's a botanist, isn't he? Yes, I dare
say. But you know what these scientists

are like. It could be dangerous.

I don't want to make a fuss, of course,
but he's an old gentleman.

Suppose something went wrong. Well, one
or two of our neighbours have even

suggested telling the police.

I don't want to go as far as that. Oh, I
shouldn't worry, Mrs. Saunders. I

expect he knows what he's doing.

Yes, well, I hope so. But he's certainly
a very odd man.

Well, it takes all sorts.

I'll look in again in a day or two. Oh,
thank you, Dr. Scott. Goodbye, Mrs.

Saunders. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Doctor.

So this is where you hide yourself in
the evening. Ah, Doctor.

I happen to be passing my way home, so I
just dropped in to see how you were.

There's no one in the house, so... I'm
fine, thank you. Much better.

No fever?

No.

Headache gone? Throat better? I'm quite
well, thank you.

Kind of you.

Headache? No, no, I have no headache.

Since I'm here, I might as well have a
look at them. No need, I assure you.

Quite good.

Good.

Good.

What are you up to? Oh, nothing. Just
fooling around.

Complicated. Yes, yes.

What is it? It looks rather frightening.

It's an idea. An experiment.

Oh? The sound.

Sound?

I like sound.

Well, I won't disturb you.

Please, the headache's gone.

What's it really for?

You've made me inquisitive.

All right, then.

I'll tell you if you're interested.

It's like this. The theory is very
simple, really. I've got a diagram

here. The human ear, you know, it can't
hear everything. There are sounds so low

-pitched or so high -pitched you can't
hear them. Yes, yes.

Well, speaking very roughly, any note so
high -pitched?

that it vibrates more than 15 ,000
vibrations a second. You cannot hear it.

That's it.

Now, dogs have better ears than us.

You know, you can buy a whistle whose
note is so high -pitched you cannot hear

it at all. But the dog, he can hear it.

I've seen one of those. Yes, yes, of
course you have. And up the scale,

than the note of that whistle, there is
another note. We cannot hear that one

eye. And above that, another and
another.

rising right up the scale for ever and
ever and ever an endless succession of

notes.

Well, there is a note.

Only our ears could hear it so high that
it vibrates a million times a second.

I believe, you know, there is a whole
world of sound about us all the time. It

is possible that up there in those high
-pitched...

In audible regions, there is a music so
powerful that it would drive us mad if

only we... If only... Maybe it is
possible that up there, I

wonder... Look! Look at that spider!

Now, what sort of a noise do you think
that spider is making now?

I've really no idea. I think the
creature might be whistling like mad or

squeaking or croaking or...

Even singing a song.

Fascinating. Yes.

And that machine will let you hear it?
No, not yet.

I'm still working on it all the time.

Every minute.

I've been for years.

But now, now, I think I've got it.

Tonight, out there, it is just possible
I may get through. I want to know. I

must know. Where?

These vibrations are coming from who and
what is making them.

These are the sounds I long to hear.

Songs.

Songs.

Beyond the planet.

Great heavens, I must be going.

Well, I wish you luck with it.

I'll call in again sometime and find out
what happened.

Thank you for telling me.

Cut another one quickly.

What's the matter, Mr. Clarkson? Please,
do as I ask. Cut me another rose.

Please, I beg you, cut me just one more
rose. Certainly, if you insist.

Yes.

Go on, go on.

All right, enough, enough. No more,
please, no more.

I'm going to tell you something, Mrs.
Saunders, something you won't believe.

have this evening cut a basket full of
roses.

You have with a sharp pair of scissors
cut through the stems of living things,

and every time you cut the rose, I heard
it scream. It was the most terrible

sound. You didn't know that, did you,
Mrs. Saunders? No, I certainly didn't

that. It happens to be true.

I heard them shrieking.

Shrieking? Yes, shrieking. Who?

did you hear shrieking? The roses, I
said, the roses.

I'm not quite sure I understand you. You
say you heard the roses shrieking.

Each time you cut one, I heard the cry
of pain.

I didn't hear anything.

No, of course not. How could you? But I
did. I heard it.

Yes. Now, what would you say if I told
you that your rose bush can cry out and

that cry can be heard and the sound is
very disturbing, Mrs. Saunders? Yes.

It is a sound that has never been heard
before this day.

It is very, very disturbing.

and beautiful, all creatures great and
small, all things wise and wonderful.

Lord God made them all.

Perhaps it is only very delicate, very
tender hearts and flowers that feel this

pain. Would they call it pain? It could
be that larger,

older things and women, perhaps the
larger and more massive,

are not so terribly sensitive, do not
feel.

I wonder, I wonder.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so very sorry.

But it will heal.

It will heal.

I promise.

Operator, 246. Quickly, please.

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Ah, Dr. Scott.

Dr. Scott, come quickly, please, please.

Who is that?

What's the trouble?

You remember yesterday I told you my
theory about sound and that I hoped...

What's the matter? Are you ill?

No, no, no, I'm not ill. Well, damn it,
Klausner, it's half past six in the

morning. You wake me up and tell me
you're not ill.

Dr Scott, please come quickly.

I want someone to hear it. It's driving
me mad. I can't believe it.

Now, take it quietly, Mr Klausner.

I want someone to tell me I'm not mad.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Are you there, Mr. Klausner?

There is something else.

Your medical, your surgical skill may be
required.

I'll come at once.

Mr. Klausner, what's the trouble?
Doctor, I want you to come with me. I

to hear it as proof. Will you come?
Where are we going? To the churchyard.

Now, look here, Mr. Klausner. I think we
ought to go back to the house. We can

talk about it there. Look, I want you to
listen to something, something quite

extraordinary. Will you come to the
churchyard? Five minutes, five minutes,

that's all.

Very well, five minutes. Very good,
fellow. This way, through here, round to

left, there's a shortcut.

I don't suppose you know.

I wanted an old tree. The trees in my
garden aren't old enough.

And why the axe?

Well, you'll see in a moment.

It's this way over here.

Now, here it could be.

250 years old, if not more. That way
around, please.

Now, please put these on and listen very
carefully.

Afterwards... Tell me precisely what you
hear. I want to know. It is very

important.

Now, what do you hear?

What do I what? Do you hear anything?

Oh, just a humming noise.

What are you waiting for?

Oh, nothing.

Watch out!

Quickly, Dan! Run!

Quickly!

Good heavens.

What an extraordinary thing.

Did you hear it in the earphones? Did
you hear anything when the axe struck?

As a matter of fact, I...

No, no, I'm not sure. I couldn't be
sure. I don't suppose I had the

for more than a second after the axe
struck. Yes, yes, but what did you hear?

I don't know. I don't know what I heard.
Probably the noise of the branch

breaking. What did it sound like? I
don't know. Now, let's leave it. Dr.

what did it sound like? Oh, for God's
sake, how could I tell without the tree

falling on us?

I was more interested in getting out of
the way.

Look, I... Let's go back to the house.

I think perhaps you ought to... I might
prescribe something mild sedative.

Stitch this up.

I beg your pardon?

You stitch this up quickly.

Now, don't be silly, Mr. Klausner. You
do as I say.

Stitch it up. Now, calmly, Mr. Klausner.
I can't stitch through wood.

Now, come on. Let's go back.

Have you any iodine in your bag?

No, I haven't. Open your bag.

This is ridiculous. Open your bag!

What if I do have iodine? Paint the cut
with it!

Now, look, Mr. Klasner, I can't... Paint
the cut with the iodine!

All right. All right.

It'll sting, but that can't be helped.

Now, make sure...

You get it right in.

Yes.

Right in.

Good. Now, this one. This one here.

Below.

There.

That should do nicely. Yes, yes, sir.
Should do nicely.

You come again tomorrow and see them
again. Yes, yes, of course. And put more

iodine on.

If necessary, yes. Thank you, thank you.

Oh, dear.

Come on. We must go now.

What about my machine?

Oh, don't worry. I'll take care of that.

Operator, get me dear Fallon.

Mrs. Gunnington, Dr. Scott speaking.

Hello, Norman Frank here.

Someone I want you to have a look at.

They're sending an ambulance.

No, no, not violent.

I've already done that.

Five CTs.

may want to sleep in a moment.

I suppose they don't call it pain.

I expect plants and trees have another
name for it.

Toin, or spur, or predicament.

Not pain.

The noise was worse than anything.

Think of a field, a field of wheat,
standing up straight and yellow and

And then the reaper goes through it,
cutting the stems.

500 stems a second every second.

Oh, my God.

It's alright.

It's alright.