All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S03E02_Second Thoughts.srt - 2

[Karl] "Karl

is a good

B-O-Y."

"Boy."

Very nice, Karl.

But, remember how
we make our "B's".

It's a straight line down,
and a circle to the right.

See? There you go.

Looky here, Rose.

Oh, you finished
the whole page!

That's very good, Willy.

She liked
mine better. [chuckles]

Willy. Don't pay him
no mind, Karl.

He's just a big show-off.

[honking outside]

That's my ride.

Hey, Rose.

I made this.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Oh!

Oh, that's so sweet.

Thank you, Karl.

[honking outside]

Okay.

I've got to go.
See you tomorrow?

[door closes]

[car door slams]

[Louise] Come on, Karl.

You're gonna be late for work.

[car engine starting]

[piano playing]

[coughing]

[door beeping closed]

[ends piano playing]

Put the mop away, Karl.

You don't have
to clean up today.

Listen to me carefully.

I'm going to give you
something today, Karl.

Something wonderful.

I'm going to give you

a new mind.

You'll still be Karl,

but better.

You'll be able to do things
you've only dreamed of.

It'll be like having
an extra mind.

My mind.

Don't you need it?

[sighing] No.

The truth is I don't.

I'm dying, Karl.

But I don't want all
this to die with me.

I don't want you to die.

Then help me, Karl.

Help me to live on,
through you.

This is good, Karl.

Believe me.

You want to be smart,
don't you?

Rose likes someone
who's smart. [coughs]

All right.

[machine beeping]

Just watch how
I put on the machine.

When I'm done,
you'll put it on

and press the green button.

-Will it hurt?
-No.

It won't hurt you, Karl.
I promise.

Remember, Karl,
no matter what happens to me,

and how bad it looks,

you've got to put on
the machine
and press the green button.

You remember that, Karl.

[stammering] Press the button.

Uh-huh.

Goodbye, my friend.

[machine whirring]

[electrical buzzing]

[heartbeat accelerating]

[laughing]

Dr. Valerian?

Dr. Valerian! No!

No!

[machine beeping]

[whispering]
Press the button...

[gasping]

[playing classical music]

[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.

It is only human
to dream of rising above
one's limitations.

But what if we had the power
to instantly acquire

the qualities
that we envy in others?

Would it bring
real fulfillment,

or a hunger
that can never be filled?

-Two pin-sized burn marks,
one on each temple.
-Yeah.

You want my guess?

I'd say the man
fried his brain.

Let me see if I got this.

You arrive after 4:00,

and he's already dead?

I poked him and he didn't
move, so I called 9-1-1.

Huh.

Can you think of any reason
why he would use this
machine on himself?

Maybe because he knew
he was dying.

He told you he was dying?

Pancreatic cancer,
heavily metastasized.

Um...

Check. Check with his doctor.

You know, at the hospital.

[piano playing]

Rose.

I gotta talk to you.

What is it, Louise?

Karl, he's acting real funny.

-How do you mean?
-You hear that?

[piano playing continues]

It's beautiful.

It's Bach,
if I'm not mistaken.

It's Karl, Rose.

If it's bothering you,
just have him
turn down the radio.

Karl's playing that music
on some kind of a keyboard.

Oh, God.

I had no idea our Karl
was a savant.

Hello, Miss Rose.

Hi, Karl.

Your music was lovely.

Yeah.

No, I thought it sucked eggs.

That's not nice, Willy.

He's just jealous.

I am not!

Calm down, Willy!

Am not!

It's okay.

Pretty ring, is it new?

It's from my fiancee.

Mm. I bet he's rich.

Must have cost like
five zillion dollars.

Are you getting married?

That's the rumor.

Come on, why don't we get
started on our lessons?

Come on.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Karl, I work
for Dr. Valerian.

Valerian's dead.

I know that.

I'm William Talbot.

I know that too.

What are you doing
with those papers?

I'm just taking
what belongs to me.

To you?

Who do you think
paid for all this, huh?

I poured close to
half a million into
the ravings of that lunatic,

the least I can do is salvage
the wreckage.

[sighing]

Maybe you can help me, Karl.

[stammering] I just clean up.

Your boss, he was working
on an electronic device,

a smaller version of this
prototype here.

He showed it to me once.
It fit in a small case, maybe
20 inches wide.

I'm just the janitor.

Idiot.

[sighing]
It's gotta be here somewhere.

It's all he ever talked about.

You shouldn't be doing that.

There it is!

Oh, yes.

Maybe this won't be
a total loss after all.

I'll send my people
over for the rest of it.

No! No! No!

Hey! Get out of my way!
Get out of my way!

-Damn it!

No! Stop it!
That's Dr. Valerian's!

Rot in hell.

I'm gonna tell!
I'm gonna tell!

You can't take that!
You can't take it.

Screw off, moron!

You can't take it!

No! No!

I didn't...

I didn't mean to...

I didn't...

It's okay.

It's okay, Karl.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

Maybe... Maybe
it was meant to be.

[machine beeping]

[machine whirring]

[muttering] Okay.

Hi, uh...

Yep.

Yes, this is Karl Durand,

and I'd like to open
up a trading account.

Stocks, commodities, options
mostly. Out of the money
calls and puts?

And I'll be funding those with
municipal bearer bonds.

A hundred thousand dollars
to start off with.

Okay, I want to buy
500 contracts,
Oscillator Technologies.

Oscillator, that trades on
CBOE, right?

Exercise price
of sixty dollars,
expiring next month.

I'll send my man by this
afternoon with the bonds.

Let's make some money,
shall we?

Okay, bye.

[gasps]

You're not really
reading that.

Uh-huh!

Yeah, right!

You don't have
a brain in your head.

I have three.

One, two, three.

[Louise] Karl,

this just came for
you in the mail.

Is it porno?

Hello, Karl.

If all has gone well,

you'll be watching this with
part of me inside you.

I pray that I haven't
saddled you with
too great a responsibility.

But if my theories
were correct,

we'll both have made history.

When the time is right,

we'll share our triumph
with the world.

I'm counting on you, Karl,

to continue recording

the progress
of our experiment.

If I'm right, you took
the video equipment
home with you.

What do you know.

Experiment log, day three.

It would be incredible
enough only to document
that the mind transport

device has proven
itself a success.

But something has happened

which makes the experiment
all the more remarkable.

Sorry, Dr. V, but I...

I took on a new consciousness,

I assimilated someone else.

Somebody... Somebody you know.

William Talbot.

Self-loathing has never had
a more literal meaning.

The feelings are mutual.
[chuckles]

That was him,
if you hadn't guessed.

As you can see,
it's not just his brain power
that I've absorbed.

Talbot himself surfaces
every so often,
the same as with you, Dr. V.

The amazing thing is his
brain was subsumed

in the minutes after his
accidental death--

Accident, my ass!

You just wanted to use
your machine on me.

The ability of the device
to transfer the mind's contents

postmortem, in the few
minutes that the brain
cells are still alive

is something that
you had theorized,

but now we proved it.

Now we proved it.

We're now three individuals
living in a single body.

We share knowledge, memories
both long and short-term,

and motor skills, and most
of the time I'm in charge.

Pretty neat, huh?

This all falls well within
the bounds of the experiment's
predicted results.

Well done, Karl.
Rest now.

I feel you slipping away,
Dr. Valerian.

Hey, what do you say we hit
the Castaway for a drink,
take in a strip show and

plan my next
stock manipulation.

[laughing]

This is too perfect.

I can break the law
and hide out in the
body of an imbecile.

[chuckling]

No! None of that!

All I want is Rose.

Karl loves Rose.

[knocking on door]

Who's there?

Karl, this is
Detective Landers

Just a minute.

Uh, Detective.

Yeah, just a couple
of questions have come up.

Is now a good time?

-I guess.
-Okay.

[clearing throat]

Does the name William Talbot
mean anything to you?

I heard something about it.

It's that businessman that
you found in the trunk?

Huh.

I... I read... I saw it on the
Channel 6 News.

Hm...

Live... Live Five.

"All news, every morning."

Yeah. That's right, exactly.

You see, he died in
exactly the same way
as Dr. Valerian did.

Did the... Did the
doctor know him?

No, not that I'm aware of.

Oh. Karl?

We found this notebook.

In the alley outside the lab.

Is this yours?

-Mine?
-Yeah.

Are you kidding? No.

-No.
-Are you sure?

Were there any kids there,
at the lab? Did you see
anybody in the alley

with their grand kids,
at the doctor?

Maybe a neighborhood kid?

Yeah, a neighborhood
kid I was helping with
his homework.

He forgot it.

Neighborhood kids.

Is there anything else
you want to tell me, Karl?

No.

No.

If I have any more questions?

I can come back, right?

Yeah, I guess.

Thanks.

These emerald pendants
are very popular.

Rose would like that.
It's pretty.

Can I ask what you were
thinking of spending
for this gift?

Money.

What are you doing here?

I brought you some
cool presents.

Oh, you shouldn't do that.

Did Louise tell you
where I live?

I... I looked in the office.

Aren't you gonna open them?

Oh, God.

Where did you get this?

I bought it.
I got earrings, too.

Real diamonds.

You don't have
the money for this.

Yes, I do.

Isolator Technology just split
two for one, I cashed out.

Listen, Karl, I don't know
who put you up to this,
but you gotta take it back.

But I bought it for you, Rose.

I love you.

I have a boyfriend.

I'm gonna get married.

He says what you feel for me
isn't love, it's gratitude.

It's infatuation.

I'm not... I'm not
good enough, right?

Oh, no, that's not
what this is about.

You tell me what you want,
I can be anything
that you want me to be.

Okay, listen to me...

I could change!

I could be as good as he is.
I could--

Stop it. Stop it.

I don't know where you got
these things, but the last
thing that I want is for you

to get in trouble
because of me.

I can't... I can't live
without you, Rose.

I can't stop thinking
about you.

You need help.

I'm gonna get somebody
to see you.

No, it's not what you think.

I do not have bipolar disorder,
my serotonin
levels are stable.

I'm gonna call Louise,
I want you to go back to
the Claymore house right now.

When will I see you?

Goodbye.

[Dr. Behrens]
Now, we're almost done,
just a few more questions.

That's a very interesting
construction, Karl.

-What do you call it?

2-Methyl-hexahydroxy-p.

[Louise]
Phone call for you, Karl.

Who is it?

It's your broker. Again.

Uh, thank you, Karl, that
should be it for today.

It's my broker.

[Dr. Behrens] I'd like to check
in on him in a few days,

and in the meantime I'll be
talking to my colleagues

and, um, looking at
the appropriate literature.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well?

She wants us to keep a close
eye on Karl, let her know
if anything dramatic happens.

More dramatic than his reading
level going from grade school
to graduate school overnight?

Or him showing up on my
doorstep with thousands
of dollars of jewelry?

I didn't mention that.

Louise.

He has no family and no money.

They had to be stolen.

I don't think you
can assume that.

He's been getting calls from
a broker. Maybe he's turned
into a financial whiz, too.

I like Karl as much as you do.

But I gotta tell you.

He's beginning to scare me.

Experiment log, day five.

I have to fight now to keep
Dr. Valerian present.

The migraines

are continuing,
sometimes it feels like
my head's gonna explode.

I find... I find myself

obsessed with learning
everything I can about the man
Rose is gonna marry.

His name is
Thomas Langley Russell.

He's a prize-winning poet.

I always wanted to write.

Jealousy, you
green-eyed monster.

It seems to be devouring me.

What does she want?

Slow down, Karl.

What does she want?
The words keep ringing
in my ears!

Slow down, Karl.

Slow down.

If you love her,
or you don't want
to scare her away.

Shut up, old man!
This is all your fault!

Ah! Dr. Valerian began
this experiment

believing that I would be
the perfect subject

because portions of my brain

are supposedly dormant.

Now, I wonder

if it was ever vacant at all.

Maybe... Maybe
I've inadvertently found
the seat of conscience.

Maybe even the soul.

How... How else could
I have sunk to such depths?

[sighs]

What is it?

Deep poet ruminations?

If you must know,

I was thinking of this.

[chuckling]
That's deep.

A dirty mind is a terrible
thing to waste.

[giggling]

[breathing heavily]

[curtain rustling]

[Landers]
How long has he been
a boarder here?

[Louise] After his aunt died,
three years ago, he became
a ward of the state.

At first, he was
institutionalized. Then they
realized he was ready for

a transitional facility
and he came here
to Claymore House.

-Do you recognize this?
-Oh, yes!

It's Karl's workbook.

Although, to tell
you the truth,
I think he's outgrown it.

[Landers]
You think Karl's capable
of taking care of himself?

[Louise] I know that's
what he wants.

He talks about moving soon,
getting a place of his own.

Can he afford that?

Actually, Karl's doing really
well for himself.

Has his own stockbroker
and everything.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

He's onto us, Karl.

[Landers]
This isn't working for me,
because you're giving me

the same information
that I got yesterday.

I need more information.

No, this is not good.
Hold on a second.

The captain wants to know
if we made any progress
on the Valerian murders.

Tell him we're working on it,
we'll have something
for him tomorrow.

Gotcha.

Lieutenant, phone call for you
on line two.

Guy says he's got information
on the Talbot case.

I gotta go. Landers.

[Karl]
Wanna know how Talbot died?

Meet me in the alley behind
the Castaway bar. 11:30.

Hello?

[breathing shakily]

What do I... What do I do?

What do I do?

My father always said,
"Know your enemy."

[machine whirring]

[straining]

[Thomas]
"Bereft of all remembering,

the sound of breaking glass,
jagged shards of memory,

dissolving dreams in silence.

Cascading into dark,
strung like paper lanterns
across the void.

Gasping, spilling hot breath
from open mouth to open mouth.

Succor and warmth,
with the turning cries
of last love,

everlasting love,

sharp dominion..."

Garbage!

It's beautiful.
How can you say that?

How can you trust a critic
who's buffing the artist?

[sighing] I am such a fool.

Forgive me?

You are so delicious.

When are we gonna
make it official?

How official do you want it?

I'm serious, Tom.

Book tour's next month.

-As soon as it's over?
-You mean it?

It may be the only
thing I do mean.

Why do I feel so worried?

Think I'll backslide?

I couldn't go through
that again.

Finish your wine.

She loves me.

She loves me not.

She loves me not.

She loves Tom!

Give it up, you moron!

My head.

It's getting too crowded
in here, just let me think!

Notes, Tom.
The experiment!

Experiment log, day eight.

Anxiety, stress overload.

Third assimilated brain.

What does that make,
three and a half?

You blew it big time,
you killed a cop,
you half-wit!

You know what they do
to cop killers? You're gonna
get us all put away!

Some of us should be,
by the way.

We're gonna make
the best of it, all right?

We're alive right now,
that's all that really matters.

Survival, Karl.

Problems come up,
you deal with it!

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

He's a liar, Karl,
don't listen to anything
he says.

I should lock
the both of you up.

I just want Rose to kiss me
the way she kisses him.

Forget Rose!
She loves you not, remember?

Besides, women like that
are a dime a dozen!

-Don't listen to him, Karl--
-I would kill
for a woman like that.

He already did.

It's your life.
Your life.

You took our lives,
you pathetic piece of crap!

Problem comes up,
you deal with it.

Experiment log, day eight--

That's bull, who gives a damn?
That's bull, who gives a damn?

The experiment!

Just relax, Karl, just relax.
One thought at a time.

Just one thought
at a time, okay.

If a problem comes up,
you deal with it.

You deal with it.

What's the problem?

What's the problem, Karl?

What the hell's
the problem, Karl?

[yelling] What's the problem?

Thomas!

Thomas.

Thomas.

Thomas Langley Russell.

The man Rose loves.

She'll never love anyone else.

It's not... It's not
Tom she loves.

It's the way he is with her.

It's his poetry.

It's his mind.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?
-[Karl] Thomas Russell?

-Yep?
-This is the police.

Lieutenant Landers.
There's been an accident,
a girl named Rose Ciotti,

she asked me to call you.

My God, is she all right?

There's an ambulance
on the way.
She says you're not far,

you should be able to be here
before they are.

It's the corner of 4th
and Pomerantz, in the parking
lot of the plating plant.

-Tell her to hold on, I'll--
-[hangs up receiver]

Rose?

Damn.

[engine starting]

[yelling] Whoa!

God forgive us all.

[machine whirring]

[grunting]

[Thomas]
A signal between serifs,

clumped in innocence,
a whispered trail of glory.

Violence, pale, blush,
careening through
seven dawns.

A single, fearsome twilight,
all of it speaking
a single name.

Your name. Rose.

Thomas, Thomas!

"Rising spires
of fractured light,

lingering whole..."

[Karl] "Water-color bleeding,
reflections of a tender heart,

perfect heart.
Your heart, Rose.

You're the sadness,
the prophet,

the listless gatekeeper.

Teeming raptures
of heart and soul,
unspoken vigils of desire.

An icy hollow that
cannot be filled,

but for a perfect love,
your love, Rose."

Marry me, my Rose.

Karl, this is crazy!

What do you mean?
You don't like my poem?

This is not your poem!
This is Thomas' poem!

You don't understand,
I wrote that...

Stop it, Karl!

...every word of that.

I did write that!

Don't you think I know
Thomas' writing?

For God's sakes, it's even
his handwriting. He left
the poem, you found it!

No, that's not what happened!

You have gone too far.

If you ever come
back here again,
I am going to call the police!

I want you to go!

And I want you to marry me!

I'm gonna change!
I'm gonna change, I'm gonna--

You can love me, Rose,
if you would just take
the time to find out!

Find out what!

To find out who we--

Who I am.

Get out!

I want you to go!

For God's sakes, get out!

[sobbing]

I'll go.

I'll go now, Rose.

Karl, listen to me.

I never meant to hurt you.

I can forgive you for this.
I can help you, if you let me.

Was gonna help me,
was gonna help me.

She said she can love me.
She can.

[mumbling]

[echoing voices] Drumbeats,
pounding relentlessly.

Nowhere for you to go.

[chants of all voices]

[yelling]
Pounding relentlessly!

Rose Ciotti?

Yes?

Uh, police.
Lieutenant Krakowiak.

What is it?

I'm afraid I've got
some bad news.

You hurt her, Thomas.

She said she was
gonna help me,

and you closed the door,
dimmed the light.

Stop whining!

We don't need Rose,
we don't need anybody!

We have it all,
money, power,
strength in numbers.

There's always hope.
One day at a time.

Take it easy, Karl.

Focus. Focus.

She can love you, Karl.

Destroy the machine.
It was never
intended for this.

Save yourself, life is a gift.

It's a precious gift.
It's a curse!

Dark. Comfortless.

Dark! Comfortless!

A smothering eternal night.

A smothering eternal night.

She's dimmed the light.

Closed the door.

[sobbing] ...Dimmed the light!

She's closed the door.

[laughing]

I'm sorry, ma'am, he's been
dead at least 12 hours.

The coroner thinks he might
have hit the abutment
on the way down.

He jumped?

That's what we're going on.

The body was only
100 yards from the bridge.

God. Thomas.

[Rose] Thomas.

No!

No.

[sobbing]
No. No.

I don't wanna die.

We can work it out.

There's always...

[sobbing]
No! Please.

Please! Please!

I really flattered myself.

I thought I could save him.

I thought marriage would
turn everything around.

I wanna live.

I wanna live.

Had he threatened something
like this before?

Didn't you see the
scars on his wrist?

-Do it, Karl.
-He'd attempted
suicide before.

-Goodbye.
-Three times.

In the last year alone.

Goodbye, my love.

[Control Voice]
How easily we scorn what
fate has dealt us

and dream of what it has not.

Before we cast aside our lots,
it would be wise to remember

that dreams have a way
of turning into nightmares.