All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S02E03_Unnatural Selection.srt - 2

Come on out, kid.
I know you're here.

I followed you.

Come on, boy.

Come on out.

Nobody's going to hurt you.

[rustling]

We know you didn't mean
to hurt that man.

It's not your fault
you're messed up.

It's your parents' fault.

[rustling]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[crack]

Hi. John Arkelian.

Howard. Howard Sharp.

Come in.

This is my wife.

Joanne, it's a pleasure
to finally meet you in person.

You, too, Doctor.

Actually,
I don't want you to get
the wrong impression.

-It isn't "Doctor."
-Oh?

I left after my third year
of medical school.

I would call myself
a highly skilled technician.

So, are you hoping
for a boy or a girl?

-You know?
-Of course, I know.

I analyzed
the genetic material
we took from Joanne.

Do you want to know?

Well, yes!

Before I tell you,

I want us to be
absolutely clear

on what you're
asking me to do.

[Joanne] Well, mainly
we want to assure

that our child is intelligent.

Uh-huh.
Oh, and handsome.

Athletic, too.

Yeah.
And if it's a girl,

we want to make sure
that she's beautiful.

You don't understand.

I need to hear aloud exactly
what you want me to do.

It's a legal thing,
you understand.

Well, we haven't
exactly decided to do it yet.

You want us
to say it out loud

to make sure we're
not law enforcement.

Is that it?

Okay, then.

We want you to...

genetically engineer
our unborn child.

[Control Voice]
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.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery

which reaches from
the deepest inner mind

to The Outer Limits.

[children chattering]

[Control Voice]
What will become of us

when we take a hand
in our own creation?

In trying to create
the new man,

will we condemn the old?

[Joanne] That's our boy?

After enhancement
at 8 months,

every shortcoming
smoothed over,

every flaw repaired.

In a word, perfect.

Oh, he's beautiful.

Could you show us
what he would look like
without the enhancement?

I don't have to, do I?

It's going to look
like you, Howard.

Excuse me?

Average looks,
average intelligence,

a slightly below
average imagination.

Average.

Now, you just
wait a minute--

I'm not saying anything

Howard doesn't already know.

Brilliant, athletic,
attractive people

don't require my services.

They know their children
will inherit those qualities

nature was kind enough
to bestow on them.

People like yourselves
on the other hand

want to ensure that
their children will grow up

with the same benefits as--

People like you?

You're wondering
if I'm one of them.

Are you?

Would it change
your opinion of me?

Let me put it
this way, Howard.

I was born this way.

Your son can be, too.

Before we say another word,

we should really find out

how much all of this
is going to cost.

Oh, yes.

We can provide financing,
if necessary.

Is there any way of, uh,
lowering this figure?

Oh. Well, uh...

intelligence is the most costly
part of the gene package.

I suppose we could, uh--

No. There would be no point
in doing this otherwise.

Mr. Arkelian, can we
get back to you on this?

Of course.

Oh, one more thing.
Uh, what about G.R.S.?

There's a risk.

In 1 in 10,000 cases,

an enhanced child
will develop G.R.S.

I've seen what happens
to them on the news.

It scares me.

Yes, it is
a frightening thing.

Genetic Rejection Syndrome
is arguably why

enhancing engineering
is still illegal

30 years after
it was developed.

Personally, I think
it's worth the risk,

and I have customers
lined up out the door

who would agree with me, but...

Right. Well,

we'll be in touch.

Give you a hand here, Jerry?

Yes. I, uh,
heard these sounds,

and, um, looked out
and saw... it.

-It was running away
down the street.
-Mommy! Mommy!

-Shh.
-[clears throat]

And you're, uh,
you're sure it was
one of them?

Positive.

I mean, who else would
do a thing like this

except for one of
those G.R.S. kids?

This is going to scar
my daughter for the rest
of her life.

Don't worry, ma'am.
We'll catch the kid.

Police should do more
to track them down

before they do things
like this.

Will you go there and look
at what that thing did?

Yeah, well, they're going
to find out eventually.

Their own son
was just killed

in an accident, Howard.

It's been eight months now.

Well, I know,
but it would have been
Timmy's birthday

a week Saturday.

I mean,
how would you feel?

No, I don't want
to hurt Fran.

Well, you know what's
going to hurt Fran

is when you're out to here
and you still haven't told her.

[doorbell rings]

-Hi.
-Hi.

Fran, I'm sorry
we're late,

but the traffic
was terrible.

You need a new joke,
Howard.

I know.

Come on in.

[Howard] Oh, yeah.

We could have
a pie-eating contest.

We already did.

Yeah, but you have
to tie your hands
behind your back.

No. What we should do
is after dinner,

we should drive to the beach
and watch the sunset.

Whoops. A little late
for that, Jo.

Well, we will just
have to go later
and watch it rise.

I'm in. We've only got five,
seven, nine hours to kill.

Oh, God. We used to
do this sort of thing
all the time.

Remember the time we decided
to go to the mountains,

and we just left all
the dishes on the table

and drove all night long?

And all day back.

My leg was asleep for a week.

Remember? I didn't move my legs
the whole way back

because Timmy fell asleep
on my lap.

He was always
so comfortable with you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Can I get anyone anything?

Yeah. Grab another
bottle of wine

from the fridge,
would you, hon?

It's all gone.

[Fran crying]

You okay?

Yeah. I...

Everything reminds me.

I know.

I mean, when I wake up
in the morning,

I think I'm supposed
to make him breakfast

or I'm supposed to
drive him to school.

How's Tony handling it?

-He's fine.
-Is he?

I've heard, Fran,
almost every night.

Heard what?

Arguing,
things breaking.

I've been waiting
for you to come to me.

He's been drinking.

Tony's not a drinker.

He's on his second bottle
of wine right now,

just about to start his third,

or haven't you noticed?

Fran, you need help.

-Let me help you.
-No!

No. It's... it's all right.

If you just let us,
we can help you.

We understand the pain
that you're--

Don't.

Don't say you understand,

because, Joanne,
you can't.

I loved him, too.

Well, I was Timmy's mother,

not some nice lady
next door.

His mother!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

[Joanne] You've heard
the arguments.

Do you think
he's beating her?

No. Tony?

Come on, Jo.
We've known these
people for years.

The clock on the table
was smashed.

Well, maybe he's
beating the clock.

That is not even
remotely funny.

Look, Jo, honey...

Tony is not
abusing Fran, okay?

He's drinking?
I would be, too.

They lost their only son.

They're having
screaming matches?

Maybe it's put a strain
on their marriage.

Short of the thought
of losing you,

I can't begin to imagine
what that feels like.

I just wish
I could talk to her.

About the baby, you mean?

Oh, yes, about the baby,
about everything.

You will.

But when you tell Fran
you're pregnant,

you cannot tell her
what we're thinking
about doing.

I can't even ask her
her opinion?

No.

-Why?
-Because you can't, Jo.

It's just not done.

It carries a 5-year
prison sentence,

so if we're going
to do this thing,

you have got to keep it
to yourself.

I will.

Well, the ultrasound
went fine.

Your child takes
a good picture.

Uh, did you do P.G.S.?

You'll be happy to know
the prenatal genetic screen

showed no hemophilia,
anemia,

or genetic mutations
or deformities.

You're going to have
a healthy, happy baby.

Do you want to know if it's
a boy or a girl?

Um, no.
I think we want

to be surprised,
don't you, sweetheart?

Oh, absolutely.

Well,
I can keep a secret.

We'll schedule
another ultrasound
in about three months,

but otherwise...

Uh, was there anything
in the P.G... whatever it is

that could indicate

how tall he's going
to be, or--

How tall he's going to be?

Mr. Sharp, I cannot
and will not discuss

genetic alteration
of your child.

No, no, no, no, no.
I'm just asking.

I can repair
major genetic defects

that would seriously impair

the quality of your
child's life, yes.

Whether or not he's going to be
captain of the football team,

I cannot guarantee.

I know. I know.
I was just wondering

if there isn't some
legal procedure to.

No, not a legal one.

Well, thank you for
your time, Doctor.

Don't do it, people.

I'm sorry.
Don't do what?

Half the people
who come through here

obviously intend to have
their child enhanced,

as if life wasn't enough
of a miracle for them,

and I tell them all
the same thing.

Genetic engineering is illegal
for good reason.

It can lead to G.R.S.,

and neither I nor anyone else

can fix another
genetic engineer's code.

So if you change your mind--

We weren't even
considering it.

Well, let me finish
just in case.

Have you ever seen what
a full-blown case of G.R.S.

could do to the human body?

We think that the proteins
that bond to the altered DNA

break down after
several hundred
cell regenerations.

It can cause deformities
and mutations.

That's horrible.

They're already responsible
for 3% of reported crimes.

That's going up.

Their capacity for violence
grows in step

with their
physical deformities,

and there's no end to it.

They keep changing until
they're no longer recognizable
as people.

But the odds...

10,000 to 1.
That's almost astronomical.

Maybe...

but how can you trust
those stats

when nobody admits to having
done the procedure?

How could they be accurate?

What happens
to these people?

Well, they're usually
caught by the authorities

before they reach
the final stages.

And after they're caught,
what happens then?

It's not generally known,
but...

the law requires that
G.R.S. victims be destroyed.

[indistinct chatter]

I'll be right with you.

No. I see.
But Mrs. Parkinson,

these limited partnerships
are virtually guaranteed

to return, uh, 17% after taxes
with a minimum amount of risk,

and the projected earnings
are, um...

Just a moment.

Um, I had it right here.
Wait a minute.

Hey, let me tell you.
I am buying shares
in this L.P.

It should return
17% APR after taxes.

The P.N.E. is 14,
paid off 1.

It's a moneymaker.

Mrs. Parkinson?

[knocking at door]

Hey, it's me.

I was just wondering
if you wanted
to go shopping.

Oh, Joanne,
I don't think that--

Fran, you're bleeding.

Oh.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
It's fine.

It just looks worse
than it really is.

What happened?

Well, I--I--I was
in the kitchen,

and--and--and--I was
opening the cupboard--

Did Tony
do this to you?

Joanne.

Fran, you said yourself

that Tony's been
drinking, and you--

Look, Joanne,
this just happened
while you were knocking,

so I think I should really
go put some ice on it.

Look, why don't
you go ahead,

and I'll
call you later, okay?

-No. Fran...
-No, really.

Look, I can't stress enough

what a great opportunity
this issue is.

[James] Yeah, that's what
you told us last time.

I know I said that about--

-You know, which way
it's going to go.
-I know,

but there was
no way to predict

that they would lose
the lawsuit.

Now, I can,
however, predict

that this company
is not involved
in any litigation.

[James talking inaudibly]

Mr. James,
you think about it.

Think about it.
I'll call you back.

I'll call you back.

-Got a second?
-Yeah.

Have a seat.

So, Howie...

Oh, no.

Don't.

Don't what?

You can't fire me now, Ty.

My wife just found out
she's pregnant,
for crying out loud.

Jeez, Howard, calm down.

You're 10 steps
ahead of me here.

Well, am I right?

Am I?

Yeah.

You can't do it, Ty.
My numbers are too good.

They used to be good.

Well, they haven't changed.

I know, Howard,
but they've changed.

They've blown the curve.

These kids, they're 25,
23, for God's sakes.

You should see the
volume they turn over.

I'll bring them up.

I'll work some more hours.

You have got to at least
give me the chance to try!

It's not up to me, dammit!

I didn't decide this.

[kids shouting]

[boy] Car!

[whistle blowing]

Hi.

-Hi. How you doing?
-I'm okay.

Whoa.

I'm okay.

Are you hungry?
Dinner's almost ready.

No.

[indistinct chatter]

We got to do it, Jo.

We don't have
any other choice.

Are you sure?

I mean, you just lost
your job, Howard.

That's why I'm sure.

If I'm obsolete,
what's will happen to
our son when he's my age?

Unless we go through
with this thing,

he'll be a second-class
citizen.

You are not obsolete.

Joanne, it's not because
I didn't work hard enough

or because I messed up.

I got let go because
I wasn't good enough.

Somewhere along the line
it happened without our
knowing it, and--

What happened?

Well, there's
two kinds of people
in the world now.

It's a matter of evolution,

and we're about
to become extinct.

Howard, you're upset.

Maybe we should wait.

Wait until it's too late
to save our son

from what happened
to me or worse?

We've been assuming
that we can't have

a wonderful, healthy,
happy child on our own.

I mean, who's to say
we can't?

You're the one that
wanted to do this.

Well...

what about G.R.S.?

The fact is...

our son has
a 1 in 10,000 chance

of turning into a monster
if we go through with this

and no chance at a future
at all if we don't.

-We have to.
-No, Howard.
We don't have to.

We might be able
to have a...

wonderful, handsome child

without altering it.

No. Look at us.
Look at who we are.

I'm not ashamed
of who we are.

I am!

I am ashamed, Joanne.

I can't keep up.

Everywhere I look,
there's one of them.

Let me tell you,
I am inferior to them.

It's just a fact.

I don't want my son to be.

I say we call Arkelian.

What do you say?

[John] Now, Joanne,
I want you to breathe deeply

and stay perfectly still.

This is only going to hurt
a tiny little bit,

and then it's over.

Now, all I'm doing is
introducing the retrovirus

that carry the engineered
genetic material

into the amniotic fluid.

It'll be over
before you know it.

Ow! Howard!

[shushing]

It's okay.

There.

All done.

That's it?

That's it.

The lion's share of my work

is in the assembly
of the gene package.

Mother Nature
will take care of the rest.

-Want to sit up?
-Yeah.

So, um...

is there anything else
we should know?

Nothing at all.

I just want you
to put this room,
put me,

this procedure
entirely out of your mind

from this day forward.

Thank you, Mr. Arkelian.

We're going to have
a beautiful baby boy.

Yes, we are.

Believe me,
you won't regret this.

But if you do happen
to change your mind,

the procedure's
only reversible
for 21 days. After that--

Well, why would we want
to change our minds?

Exactly.

Why would you?

Take your time.
There's no rush.

When you want to leave,
just knock,

and Mr. Stark
will show you out, all right?

[glass breaking]

[woman shouting]

My God, Howard.
What was that?

Is that Tony shouting?

We ought to call the police.

Oh, Jo, I'm not going
to call the police

just 'cause Tony's
raising his voice.

No, Howard.
You didn't see her
the other day.

She had a big gash
across her face.

[glass breaking]

Well, I'm not going
to let him do that to her.

Shh. Whoa.

It stopped.

You should still
go over there.

It's none
of our business.

Howard, they're
our best friends.

Which is exactly why

I don't think that Tony
would physically hurt Fran.

Come on. You know him.

Yeah, I guess so.

Good. Now, I got
an early meeting tomorrow,

so I think right now
we should get
some sleep, okay?

[glass breaking]

[Tony] Open the door!

[Fran screams]

[line ringing]

[Fran on voicemail]
Hi. You've reached
Fran and Tony.

We're not available to take
your call right now,

but leave your name
and number...

Fran?

Fran?

Is something wrong?

Fran?

Fran?

[rustling]

[screaming]

Timmy?

Oh, my God.

[Howard] Joanne,

it's impossible.

It was him.

There was no accident.
He developed G.R.S.

The eyes...

they were
in so much pain.

It was Timmy.
I know it.

We went to his funeral,

we stood over his casket.

We never saw the body,
Howard.

-What?
-Listen.

They were supposed to go
on vacation with us.

They insisted
that we go alone.

So they could fake
their own son's death?

We sat through his service.

We laid him in the ground.

They bribed the funeral home.

-They had to.
-Listen to yourself.

They couldn't tell us
or anyone.

They had no choice.

Honey, you're pregnant.

Your hormones are
all over the place.

Oh, for God's sakes!

Just go over there.

Okay.

Okay.

If it will make you
feel better, I'll go.

No, no, no.
I want you to stay here.

No. He recognized me.
I know it.

-Jo, I want you to stay.
-I want to see him.

[knocking at door]

Fran?

Tony?

[Fran] Who is it?

It's us, Howard and Jo.

Now is not a good time.

If you don't
let us in right now,

we're going to call
the police.

[Howard] Fran, uh...

look, I know it's none
of our business,

but it sounded like
the seventh circle of hell
here last night.

What are you and Tony
arguing about so much?

[Tony] Fran?

What are they doing in here?

I thought
we were friends.

If you're my friend,
you'll stay the hell
out of this.

For God's sake, Tony,
we're worried about you.

-Howard!
-How'd this happen?

I tipped it over.

We're having
trouble, Howard.

I... I was drinking.

-Ever since Timmy--
-I want to see him.

What are you talking about?

Timmy.
I want to see him.

Timmy is gone, Jo.
Now, for God sakes,
that is not funny.

No, it's not.

You'd both better leave.

Now.

-I saw him.
-[Tony] Don't think I won't
throw you out.

I saw him this morning
from the basement window.

I know he's in the house.

I know he has G.R.S.
Don't lie to me.

We won't say anything.

No.

Oh, please.

I just want to see him.

[Tony]
Go home, Howard. Please.

Would you just
tell him that I...

-[door opens]
-[Timmy] Mom?

-Mom?
-Oh.

I heard Auntie Jo.

[Fran] She has to go now,
sweetheart.

Auntie Jo?

I'm here, Timmy.

Why'd you move away?

We didn't want to.
We had to.

You didn't say goodbye.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
We wanted to.

Don't go near him.

It's okay, honey.

I got him.

Auntie Jo?

Timmy, stay here.

[both grunting]

No! Timmy, Timmy,
let's go downstairs.

What else?
I'll spend some
time with you.

Okay?

No. Come back.

I'll try.

[Fran] Come on, sweetheart.

But I really
miss her, Mom.

[Fran] I know.

I know, sweetheart.
But Auntie Jo...

Let's play a game.

Okay.

Please.

If they find out...

[door opens and closes]

Uh-uh. Arkelian's
not answering.

Keep trying.
We've got to do it tonight.

[dialing]

[knock on door]

Howard, I don't want
to see anybody.

Okay.

It's Fran.

Come in.

Joanne, forgive me.

I-- I have to hear you say
you won't tell anyone.

Try again, Howard.

We just didn't know
what else to do.

You know what they do
to G.R.S. victims,
don't you?

They destroy them...

like animals.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

We keep hoping that
it won't get any worse.

And at first,
we could manage it.

You should have
told me, Fran.

Oh, Joanne, I know.

You really care for Timmy.

[Joanne] No.

That's not why
you should have told me.

I'm pregnant.

Timmy. Timmy?

Timmy, this has
got to stop, son.

You can't keep going out
and hurting people.

Timmy?

You come out right now
and listen to me.

[Timmy]
Leave me alone.

[Tony] I don't want to have
to lock you down here
all the time,

-but I will if I have to.
-Go away.

[Tony] Now, you listen to me!

[Timmy] You lied to me
about Auntie Jo.

[Tony] Sometimes grownups
do things that don't
make a lot of sense.

[Timmy] Liars! Liar!

[Tony] We didn't want you to
get your feelings hurt, son.

[Timmy] Liar!

Why don't you
just come out from
wherever you're hiding

and we can talk about...

[screaming]

[fighting]

[Tony yelling]

You didn't do it, did you?

Oh, Joanne,

please tell me
you didn't make

the same mistake
as Tony and I did.

[Howard] Mr. Arkelian?

Oh, thank God.
Hi. It's Howard Sharp.

Listen, we need you to
undo the procedure right now.

Well, I don't care
if you have a dinner date.

We want the procedure
undone now!

I'm sorry!

Mr. Arkelian, please.

Yes, we're certain.

We can be there
in 15 minutes.

He'll take us
if we come right now.

[beeping]

For God's sakes,
Howard, drive!

[Howard] Mr. Arkelian
is expecting us.

Doing the right thing, Jo.

He did it.
He's the only one
who can undo it.

Mrs. Sharp, your husband
tells me you want to--

Reverse it. Stop it, yes.

But why?

I mean, it cost you

a small fortune
to have it done.

It doesn't matter.

Just do it.
I can't wait any longer.

All right.

You get undressed.
I'll be back in a moment.

[creaking]

[screaming]

It can be reversed
quite easily, in fact.

I have a solution that will
undo the chemical bonds
in the altered DNA.

Of course, now,
you realize I'm going to
have to charge you

for this procedure
as well.

We understand.
Just do it.

Okay, Joanne,

this is going to hurt
a little more than
the last time.

Ready?

[screams]

Security! Security,
get in here!

[Timmy]
You leave her alone!

Timmy...

I didn't want him
to hurt you.

-No!
-[gunshots]

[door opens]

[woman] Here he is.

Your little boy is back
from his very first bath.

You must be so proud.

[baby gurgling]

Look at him.
He's just perfect.

Yes, he is.

[Control Voice] What are
children but an extension
of our own selves,

a reflection of who we are
and what we want to become?

[theme music playing]