All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S02E11_The Refuge.srt - 2

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[panting]

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[grunts]

[gasping]

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which reaches from
the deepest inner mind

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[Control voice]
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.

Easy, don't try
and sit up.

Here, try this.

So, what's your name?

Ah...

Raymond Dalton.

Gina Beaumont.

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

How long were you
out there?

I...I'm not...
I'm not sure.

Where you coming from,
another enclave?

I don't know.

What do you remember?

Anything?

It's all, ah...

Jumbled up...
Places and people,

I, I can't really put them
in any kind of order.

All I really remember

is that it was cold
and there was this storm,

like, I was so cold.

[man] Gina.

May I speak
with you, please?

Of course, Doctor.

I'll just be
a moment.

It's okay.
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 Valle say?

Another 10 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.

Dreiden, 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--

[Valle] Please!

You're as moral
as you are beautiful,
Ms. Beaumont,

I can't fault you for that.

But you should have
come to me first.
Those are the rules.

I assume
you will follow them
in the future?

Of course, Mr. Valle.

What's done
is done.

Introduce me to
our new guest.

[Gina]
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 Valle.

Welcome to the Refuge.

Ray Dalton.

Uh, 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 hit outside?

A particle barrier.

A force field, it protects
the house from intruders.

Impressive, isn't it?

Ha.

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.

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
at 40 degrees Fahrenheit
instead of 32.

It doesn't start to thaw out
until the mercury hits
90 degrees.

This bacteria
spread all over
the world?

Within a year, Earth's oceans
were all polymerized.

We're in the middle of
a new Ice Age, my friend.

Every source of
fresh water turned to ice.

Temperatures dropped
40 degrees overnight.

Power plants shut down,
crops failed.

Folks who didn't die
from exposure
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.

Nice.

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 7:00,
main dining room.

You don't have to dress up.

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

Oh, Mr. Valle.

I certainly do appreciate
your hospitality.

I know that I'm not exactly
here by invitation.

Nonsense,
the more the merrier.

We needed some new blood.

[woman speaks indistinctly]

Every time you do
an act of kindness

for another person,
it's a miracle.

Miracles do happen.

[people cheering]

Miracles live in your heart.

Every time you do an act of
kindness for another person,

it's a miracle.

[people cheering]

Every time you throw a little
light into a darkened room...

It's a miracle.

Miracles do happen.

Mr. Dalton,
how are you feeling?

Much better,
thank you.

Let me make
some introductions.

I believe you've met
Dr. Dreiden.

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
off 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
fiancee, Debi.

One "B", one "I."
[chuckles]

One for each
brain cell.

[Valle]
Sister Angelique,
I'd like you to meet--

We've met.

You dress like a whore!

Thank you so much for
the fashion advice,
Miss Sackcloth and Ashes.

Angelique, please
behave yourself.

We have
a new guest.

Yes, Mr. Dalton,
Aren't you lucky
to have found us.

[Valle]
I must apologize for
my son's rude behavior.

At least Thomas
acknowledges
his greed and envy.

How many of you will
admit to your sins?

God's sake!

[Angelique] Own up 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.

Quiet.

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

Before the collapse,

Sister Angelique was
an inspiration to millions

and best-selling author.

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

[Valle] 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.

Then it's decided,
tomorrow afternoon
at five o'clock.

Right here in this room.

I'll see
all of you then.

[sinister laugh]

[knocking on door]

Whoa!

Let he who is
without sin

make up for lost time.

Well, I think
the good sister

2can help you with
some of
your Bible studies.

Sister? [scoffs]

Self-ordained
for God's sake.

Give me a break.

Ms. Valle, if you
don't mind me saying so,

I don't think
you're entirely sober.

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

Though things are
beginning to look up.

Why not?

Well, ah, two reasons.

You're drunk
and you're married.

And I don't think there are
a lot of divorce lawyers
left alive.

See, not such a bad world
after all.

Your loss.

Ha, maybe.

Oh!

All of the guilt
and none of the fun.

Hardly seems fair,
does it?

[knocking on door]

[door shuts]

[sighs]

[wind howling]

Gina, can we talk?

What do we have
to talk about, Mr. Dalton?

Well, last night,
it's not what you--

Morning, darling.

Hungry?

-[giggles]
-I've lost my appetite.

You adapt quickly,
Mr. Dalton.

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?

I knew exactly
where I 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.

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...

Out of 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.

If you don't
mind my asking,

what are you
doing in this group?

Not that I'm
complaining.

I, um, worked
for Valle.

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.

It's just been such
a long time, I don't...

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...

If there was ever
a summer at the beach,
or a hot June night,

or a warm spring rain.

There were.

And I remember them, too.

Do you?

Yeah.

Ray, do you remember
who you are?

I, ah...

I remember
I moved around a lot.

You know, from job to job,
city to city.

I think I was...

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.

Shut up.

Thank you
for coming today.

[all clap]

[organ playing]

Miracles do happen.

-They live
in your heart--
-Sister.

Sister, excuse me,
would this be a miracle?

This?

Our being here alive
when so many others are not.

Is this a miracle?

In, in a way, I suppose.

So all those 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.

What else could I do?
Poor woman had
nowhere else to turn.

[laughter]

Because her husband,
the congressman,
took somebody else

into the government shelters.

-No.
-Was she young?

Did she dress like
a whore, too?

Ooh.

-I don't believe this.
-[scattered laughter]

[organ music]

Every time you throw...

A little light into
a darkened room--

It's a miracle!
Praise the Lord!

[laughter]

Mr. Dalton,
the service is not over.

I think it is.

[laughter continues]

I gave her something
to help her sleep.

We have to
get out of here.

There's nowhere to go.

Valle 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.

[sighing]

There is no other refuge.

Not for us.

There is one.

[coughs]

Hello, Thomas.

We have to get
out of here.

This is just 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.

Bitch!

Have you lost your mind?

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

I mean it!

Stop pointing
that thing at
your wife, Thomas.

It's me
you really want to
point it at.

Of course it is.
Go on, go ahead.

I should 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, Valle!
-Don't make me do this!

Feel your finger on
that trigger, Thomas?

Feel the tension there?
That's power.

You've been afraid
of it all your life.

Thomas, you've
run away from it,
rejected it, disdained it.

What are you gonna do
now that you have it?

Will you run away again,
or are you going to embrace it?

Bastard.

[gunshot]

Thomas, God!

[Ray]
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's the best available.

My father does have
excellent taste.

Your father?

Doctor,
what happened here?

Doctor?

[scoffs]
Hell, I barely got
my BA.

Dr. Dreiden, scotch?

At this hour,
I think not.

Mr. Dalton,
how's the memory?

Getting better?

Ah, 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 our way
last night,
did we, darling?

I knew exactly where I was,
Franklin, believe me.

[Valle]
Ah, Mr. Dalton.

How are you feeling?

I don't know.

Well, still a little
disoriented, I understand.

Oh, you do remember
my fiancee Angelique?

Call me Angel.

[Valle] Of course,
you do still know
the good sister.

Gina.
Oh, my God.

Sister Gina,
how are you?

As well as
can be expected.

You dress like a whore.

Thank you so much for
the fashion advice.

[Gina]
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
the good sister
has a point.

I think we all could
learn something from her.

Perhaps some sort of
spiritual ceremony.

No!

Mr. Dalton, 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. Don't you know?
She's the bloody Virgin Mary.

Unless your sex is
absolutely immaculate.

Blasphemer.

Evil, all of you.

-You wallow in evil!
-Gina.

Delight in your wickedness.
Keep away from me!

[all jeer]

[laughter]

[Ray]
What the hell is
going on here?

What do you mean,
"going on"?

You know damn well
what I mean.

Everybody is changing
personalities
except you 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
resisted my alterations.

Why you?

How are you doing this?

Let's just say I can.
Let it go at that.

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 a 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
was her true personality.

Maybe she really is
Sister Gina.

You don't know
for sure, do you?

You don't know 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.

If that means standing by and

watch you jerk these people
around like puppets,

you can forget it.

[beep]

There.
I've just dropped the barrier
that surrounds the house.

If you'd rather take
your chances out there,

you're welcome to try.

[wind blowing]

-Oh.
-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.

[sighing]

Ah, not again.
Okay?

No.

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

-Your loss.
-Yeah, maybe, maybe.

Great.

Excuse me, sister?

I just wanted to apologize
for my behavior earlier.

I think it was completely
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!

[Gina]
You're insane!

[Ray]
That house is insane.

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

Maybe the further away
from it we get,

the better off we are.

[Gina]
I have to stop.

I have to rest.

[Ray] All right.

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

Please, take me back.

I can't.
Not yet, I'm sorry.

No sun.
Never any sun.

Sometimes I wonder
if it ever shone at all.

It's been so long.

I wonder if there
really ever--

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, ours.

Ray.

Moving,
tremendously moving.

Much better at this
than I thought.

You bastard,
I was getting
through to her.

I allowed you
to get through.

Nothing happens here
that I don't control,
Dalton, nothing.

You want more proof?

Ray, have you met
my fiancee Gina?

Gina with a G.

Damn you!

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.

[gasps]

Oh, what, ah...

Where...

It's okay.
We found a cure,
you're going to be fine.

I think we can
move him now.

[Ray]
No, please, wait.

I have to go back.

Listen to me.
Everything's going to
be all right.

You had a brain tumor.
A legion in your brain.

You were placed
in cold sleep
until it could be removed.

You're going
to be fine.

No, I... I was in
a house in a storm.

You were dreaming.

Just relax.

This was more
than a dream...

It was his dream.

He... He was controlling...

He's 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, I have to...

Ugh.

[Ray]
I was not hallucinating,
damn it.

Mr. Dalton,
people do dream
in cold sleep.

In fact, for their
psychological health

we use bio-feedback
regulators to ensure they
dream more vividly.

It wasn't
just a dream.

I was connected with
the other sleepers.

No, Mr. Dalton, impossible.

Why?

The bio-feedback regulators,
you admit

they can alter
our brainwaves,
right?

Well, yes, but that's
a huge jump

to a kind of telepathic link
between sleepers.

And even if this were true,
why would one person

be able to control
the entire dream?

Maybe Valle
knows he's dreaming.

Maybe that allows him
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

and as their
body functions accelerate,
so do their diseases.

And without a cure
waiting for them,

we simply can't
take that risk.

Mr. Dalton,
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 living trusts for
people to manage their estates

while they're in cold sleep.

Some of them stay in there
for decades, man.

You got revived
in less than five years.

You can get on
with your life.

You think I'd be
good at that?

Oh, 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.

Now you want to
put down roots
in a dream?

She isn't a dream.

Look, 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

until she 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 this?

I'm a journalist,
remember?

I know about
all of them.

I looked them up
on the Net.

I found birthdays,

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 hour.

You didn't try to get them
to thaw out their relatives,
did you?

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.

[exhales]
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've got to help me.

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

He obviously
had a dream.

A very vivid,
a very disturbing dream.

I told you,
it wasn't just a dream.

-She was real, I--
-Ray.

Yes, I believed
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

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 to me.

Mr. Cohen,
you have no case here.

Whether or not,
I hope you have 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, Dave.

Hey, maybe some day
you'll get to meet her.

[Valle]
Welcome back, Mr. Dalton.

Dom Perignon, 2002.
Join me?

Why bother?
None of this is real.

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

I looked
you up, Valle.

Made your 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.

Just the application of
total and absolute control

over another human being.

There is 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.

[Valle]
When someone dies
in a dream,

do they die in reality?

What do you think, Ray?

Kill him.

Thomas, listen to me,
this is all just a dream...

You're not a killer.

You're not his son.

Your name is
Thomas Lawrence.
You're a teacher!

He lies!

He just wants
to destroy the Refuge.

Kill him.

[hissing]

You have...
You have a wife

and three children.

Your wife's name is Anne.

Your children are
Denis, Kimberly, Michelle.

You're not a killer.
You're a good man.

This is just
a bad dream.

Kill him!

Anne! Denis.

Kill him!

Justine, you have
a brother named Howard

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

-Marie?
-Marie.

He's trying to
confuse you!

Your wife Emma, she comes
and visits you every week
at the sleep chamber!

He just wants to destroy
the Refuge!

Gina.

-You tried to save thousands
from the Osaka virus.
-We'll all die!

-Do you remember?
-No, damn you!

You have minds and souls
and memories of your own.

-You're mine!
-Try to remember the people
that love you.

The people that you loved.

[scream of agony]

[alarm sounding]

I'm telling you,
he moved!

Moved? Impossible.

I saw it!

Something went wrong.

Look at this.

My God,
his brain stem.

It shattered.

It looks dead.

We're losing him!

[alarm sounding]

[cries of joy]

My God!
I can't believe
this is all a dream.

It's our dream now,
not his.

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.

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--

Don't worry.

They'll thaw me out
as soon as they thaw you out.

As soon as they find a 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 a dream.

You and me,

this is real.

[Control Voice]
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.