All language subtitles for tales_of_the_unexpected_s07e07_the_gift_of_beauty

Mrs. Farrow, I worked with your husband
in the lab. He was a very fine chemist.

We'll miss him very, very much at Acme
Chemical.

And so will I.

Your husband was a good man, Elizabeth,
and the finest chairman of the board our

corporation ever had.

I'm terribly sorry to hear about your
husband, Mrs. Farrow.

you take a look at this.

Oh, Ray.

Oh, Ray.

He's dead.

Now we can be together forever.

Easy, babe, easy.

Forever's a long time.

Let me take a look at that gorgeous face
of yours first, huh?

You okay, sugar?

I am now, lover.

Just don't ever leave me.

No way, sugar.

No way.

Also in attendance at the services for
Professor Farrow were Drs. Kittman and

Schrager, the late chemist co -workers
at the research division of Acme

Chemical. The forward -thinking chemist
was also chairman of the board and major

stockholder of the Acme Chemical Corp.

He is survived by his wife.

one -time high fashion model, Elizabeth
Kendrake Farrell.

Is that what it says? One -time fashion
model?

That's what it says, Angel.

People certainly do just love to talk,
especially some of my close friends.

Robbing the cradle, dear Liz.

They're awful.

Promise me you won't let that happen to
us, Ray.

Oh, come on, babe.

What's a couple of years' difference
between us mean, huh?

A couple of years.

That's sweet, but we both know it won't
cut.

It might work.

If you're thinking about a facelift,
forget it. The idea of surgery scares me

death. That's not what I had in mind.

Well, what then?

A wig.

A nice, silky blonde one. You know, like
Mademoiselle Brigitte always wore?

That was her own hair.

It just looked like her own.

It was actually one of those expensive
custom -made jobs.

It looked so good you couldn't tell it
from real. Not even one of those

Hollywood close -ups.

Go on.

Well, my cousin Mickey's wife, Helen,
she turned 40.

And she looked 50.

One day I'm over there visiting, see?

And in walks this blonde bombshell. Now,
sugar, you know I'm not easily

impressed, right? But this lady really
had it. So I started making a move. Oh,

you did, did you?

Relax, babe. It was long before I ever
met you.

Anyway, all of a sudden, my cousin
Mickey starts to laugh. I mean, the guy

practically on the floor.

You know why?

I haven't the faggiest idea.

Because the blonde bombshell was his
wife, Helen.

I never recognized her. She was, like,
transformed.

She lost a few pounds. She got herself
some skin treatments, some new clothes.

And she started wearing that Brigitte
special. And wham, that lady lost 10

years, maybe 15.

I kid you not.

Complexion is still pretty good.

I wouldn't have any problems in that
area.

Or any other area, as a matter of fact.

Did you say that she lost ten years?

Even a little more.

Oh, if that was only possible.

It is, babe.

Ray, would you help me?

Why, sure, sure.

We'll start work tomorrow.

Ray.

Thanks for helping me kill my husband.

Well, it wasn't anything, babe.

All I did was mess around with his front
brakes a little.

Then old Cliff took care of the rest.

I, uh, have something for you.

A present to show my appreciation.

What's the key for?

It's for our villa in the Swiss Alps.

Just like I promised.

And next week I'm having all of my money
put in a Swiss bank account.

We're never gonna have to come back here
again, and you're never gonna have to

worry about money again

Okay.

Hey, babe, pick a number from one to
four.

Why?

I'll tell you after. Just pick.

Three.

Three, huh?

See you later.

Where are you going?

Nowhere. See you later is the name of a
horse.

Ooh -wee. Get a load of my baby.

You are beautiful.

You think so?

You have been transformed, sugar.

Ray, how old do you think I look?

I would say 30.

Cut it, Ray. How old?

32, 33 the most.

I'm being straight, Beth.

Really?

33, huh?

And falling fast.

I'll tell you, babe, in a few weeks,
you're going to be thinking I'm the one

that's robbing the cradle.

I knew it would work.

You are a beautiful man and a wonderful
lover.

29. That's how old we're both going to
be by the time we leave for Europe.

29, huh?

That's right, babe. You'd better get
used to the idea.

My cousin Ernie recommended you.

Ernie Thompson?

Uh -huh.

Listen. I want the lady to look good,
you know?

Right.

And younger.

You got it.

Number two diffusion ought to do it.

There ain't a Hollywood actress over 30
that ever did a picture without one of

these things attached to the camera.

Could even make Grandma Moses look 15.

All right, honey, let's go.

What do you think, Beth?

Pretty good.

Pretty good?

Hey, babe, that's perfect.

I tell you, the doctor that made out
this birth certificate must have been

Chinese. You can hardly read any of it,
so how's anyone ever going to know

what's been changed?

I guess so.

Hey, Beth, relax.

I mean, what difference does it make
what age you put on a passport anyhow?

It's not just my passport.

I am now 29 on every piece of ID that I
own.

Suppose somebody finds out that it's not
true.

Oh, now, babe, who's going to find out?

Especially in Europe.

And who'd care, anyway?

I guess you're right.

I'll see you later, babe. Okay. I'm
going to take this all down to the

office right now.

Dear Mrs. Farrow, we wish to offer you
the gift of beauty.

We feel that the serenity of age is a
myth created to ease the pain of growing

old. How much better it would be to
banish the pain by banishing age itself.

And that is precisely what we offer.

We can completely arrest the aging
process, in many cases reversing its

noticeable signs.

These are monumental claims, but we are
prepared to prove them.

This miraculous process is available to
a select, hand -chosen few with the

courage and will to remain young, vital
-looking, and beautiful.

You have but to make a single telephone
call.

It would then be our honor and privilege
to send one of our beauty specialists

to your home.

There, in complete privacy, the secret
which millions have striven for

throughout the ages will be made
available to you.

Flawless, timeless beauty can be yours
forever.

airlines you say you're with?

Transnational. Transnational, huh? Are
you based here in town? Yes, I am. Hey,

maybe we can have a drink?

Yeah.

Ray?

Ray?

What's the matter, babe?

Who's your friend?

I never saw him before in my life. Yeah?
Well, you'd never know it. He looks

so... So cozy.

Oh, come on, Beth. She's just a kid.

Exactly. And I'm not just a kid.

I'm just someone who's breaking her back
to look like a kid so that her young

stud lover won't leave her for somebody
who is just a kid.

Now, Beth, that's not so.

I'm not leaving for anywhere.

Come on, you're exaggerating. I am.

You're beautiful, babe.

And you're getting younger and more
beautiful every day, so why should I

Well, what about in five years, Ray,
huh?

We'll figure that out then.

In the meantime, we'll keep working.

I can't.

I can't keep working.

I'm exhausted.

We'll take a few days off.

That won't cut it, sweetheart.

Not at my age.

Like the man says, the spirit...

is willing but the body keeps saying

We can completely arrest the aging
process, in many cases reversing its

noticeable signs.

You have but to make a single telephone
call.

Hello, my name is Rebecca, and I bring
you the gift of beauty.

Well, hello, I'm Elizabeth Farrow.

Yes, I know.

Well, um, won't you come in?

This is it.

What a charming room.

Uh, can I fix you a drink?

No, thank you.

Well, why don't you put your pants down?
They look very heavy.

Have a seat.

I want to say that, um, your company,
Miss...

Moreau. Ah, French.

A long time ago, but please, call me
Rebecca.

Rebecca.

What I meant to say is that your people
certainly do know how to write a

provocative letter.

Provocative, perhaps, but completely
true.

Before we go any further, Mrs. Farrell,
permit me to extend my deepest

condolences on the passing of your
husband.

I read about it in the newspaper.

Thank you.

But please, call me Elizabeth.

Elizabeth. Thank you, Elizabeth.

Miss Moreau. Rebecca.

Rebecca.

What exactly is it that you're offering?

The dream of generations.

Eternal beauty.

Eternal? For all intents and purposes,
yes.

Oh, well.

I can hardly believe that.

Only because you've been programmed not
to believe it.

What is aging?

A slowing?

A decay?

A degeneration of faculty and function.
These are all chemical reactions.

And there are substances that can stop
this breakdown.

That's what I have in these bags,
Elizabeth.

May I see?

I thought you'd never ask.

See? It's largely a matter of
relaxation.

And a positive attitude.

What was in those bath salts?

Some herbs, a little lemon.

Like soaking in a giant cup of tea.

Stretch out.

Okay.

This will deal with any character lines.

Mmm, it's cool.

It smells sort of like, uh, like ether.

It has the same base.

You may feel the slightest bit sleepy,
but don't concern yourself.

Enjoy it.

Very important that this be done soon
after your bath when the pores are open.

Your late husband.

Yes, that's my husband.

My late husband.

You know, Elizabeth, I feel a great
affinity for you.

An empathy, as it were. You see, the man
I loved.

Died of an unfortunate auto accident,
just like your husband, Claude.

Close your eyes and relax.

Are you feeling the tiniest bit drowsy?

A little.

Must have been the bath.

There's a chance it might be a reaction
to the lotion.

But don't be concerned.

It's funny the way different things
affect different people.

That's what I've always found so
interesting about chemistry.

Your husband must have been fascinating
when he spoke of chemistry.

I wasn't particularly interested in my
husband's work.

That really is a shame.

I think you would find him fascinating.

For example, do you know what happens
when ethyl chloride acts on a powdered

alloy of lead and sodium?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

You get T -E -L.

Tetraethyl lead. The very substance I
brushed on your face.

Oh, really?

Mm -hmm.

So you know what else T -E -L is used
as? You'll never guess.

What? Go ahead, guess.

No, no, no. Tell me. I'm not very good
at guessing games.

You're not going to believe this.

There's an anti -knock additive to
gasoline.

Isn't that fun?

That's remarkable.

Now, where did you get this fund of
knowledge?

From the man I worked with.

The man I was hoping to marry.

The young man that was killed in the
automobile crash?

He really wasn't a young man. He was
very mature.

Was he a chemist?

Oh, yes.

A very good one.

What was his name?

At moments of high passion, I called him
Claudie.

What did you call him?

You mean...

You were my husband's mistress?

Yes, that's right.

And I was his laboratory assistant for
five years as well.

That stuff.

The T .E .L.

Tetraethylate?

It's not anything dangerous, is it?

It's remarkably lethal.

But only if you swallow it, right?

One of the most interesting things about
T .E .L. is that it can be absorbed

directly through the skin.

Isn't that fascinating?

Works quite fast when the pores are nice
and clean and open. Sort of instant

lead poisoning, working on the nervous
system first.

I'll bet you can't wiggle your toes.

Go ahead, try.

I can't.

What did I tell you?

You're not... You're not serious, are
you?

You're not actually trying to murder me.

I'm not trying.

I already have.

After all, you murdered Claude.

You cheated me out of any future I might
have had with him, including financial

security.

I promised you eternal beauty, and I
plan to deliver.

Do you have them?

I surely do have them.

Here's her passport.

And here's her Swiss bank account ID
card.

It's a good likeness.

No one will ever know you're not Mrs.
Elizabeth Farrell.

Not even the tellers at that Swiss bank.

I know this may sound strange, but...
Well, thanks for your help.

Hey, babe, it beats spending 30 years to
life in prison for murder.

Ray.

Hey, I thought you said she'd be dead by
now.

She will be.

Very soon.

Sorry, Beth.

She found out we killed Claude.

She was going to turn me in if I didn't
help her, sugar.

I know you can see that.

Did I ever tell you that I am a first
-class cook and a top -notch chauffeur?

And not that I recall.

Why?

Well, now you're going to need some help
out of that villa of yours, aren't you?

You know, people you can trust.

Why don't we go somewhere, have a quiet
little drink together?

I'll bet you there are things we can
talk about, find out ways we can be of

to each other.