All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S03E14_Music of the Spheres.srt - 2

[gentle, pulsing
whooshing sounds]

Devon, what are you
listening to?

Listen, listen.
Can you hear that?

I hear noise.

No, no.
There's a pattern in there.
It loops over and over again.

I can just barely make it out.
Can't you?

No.

There's something
in there, I know it.

Uh-huh. Did you run it
through the computer?

Um...

Technically,
the pattern recognition program
says that it's just noise, too.

It came in from
the direction of Certus,
so it has to be something.

I hate to be
the one to break this
to you, Devon,

but I think
you're imagining things.

-Could you, uh, turn
that down, please?
-Sure.

[noise fades]

You know, you wouldn't be
the first student of mine

whose imagination turned
some background radiation

or atmospheric bounce into
messages from another world.

And of course,
because those students were
wasting valuable lab time

and not listening to
their professor,

I had to kill them all
and bury them
in the flower garden.

Mm-hmm.

Did you at least collate
that sunspot data
I asked you to?

Uh... Uh, yeah.

-It's right there.
-Good. Thank you.

Now, uh, go home.

You know, that place
that you go to sometimes
when you're not here?

Doctor, if I could just have
five more minutes--

Good night, Devon.

[sighs]

[rock music playing]

♪ Down by the river ♪

♪ Yeah, it feels like love ♪

Oh, God!

Devon, you weren't supposed
to be home till later.

What if dad walked in?
You're supposed
to be grounded.

He's working late in E.R.
all night.

Ugh! Would you please
just get dressed?

You could have knocked
first, Doogie.

I live here, Vic.
I don't knock.

Don't call me
Doogie.

[whooshing sounds on tape]

Um, Vic wanted
to make sure

you wouldn't tell dad
about anything.

Don't worry about it.

Just sorry I thwarted
your deflowering.

Walked in on you guys.

Oh. Don't worry about it.

What are you listening to?

Uh... Noise.

Nothing but noise.

I must be losing my mind.

You know,
Vic only calls you Doogie
as a compliment.

I mean, you were in college
when he was--

I know exactly what he means.

I'm going to bed.

'Kay.

[sighs]

Good night.

Yeah.
See you in the morning.

[whooshing sounds]

[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

[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.

For years we have searched
for the answer
to an eternal question.

Are we alone?

As yet, there has been
no answer.

Or perhaps the answer is
only for those

with the facility to hear it.

Joyce.

Joyce.

Have you been
down here all night?

Joyce!

Isn't the music beautiful?

-Music?
-You don't hear it?

Oh, it's the most
beautiful feeling.

Listen.

What did you take
this time?

I'm a doctor.
I can tell.

You be honest with me,
I won't be angry with you.

Nothing.

[sighs] Joyce...

You gave me your word.

Daddy, nothing.

I fell asleep listening
to music.

That's all.

What time is it?

It's just after 8:00.

Oh, late for school.

Got to go.

Dad?

You know...

Your mother was
a lot better at this.

I just found Joyce
sitting down here

listening to static
on the radio.

The noise was so loud,
I could hear it
through her headphones.

Her pulse was over 100.

Joyce, that's my tape.
I want it back.

[car starting]

Joyce!

Damn!

[sighs]

I can't let her
Do this
to herself again.

[Joyce]
Pull over a second.

I want you
to hear this.

[Vic]
We're going to be late.

[Joyce] Just pull over.
I got a surprise
for you.

Okay.
So what's the surprise?

Close your eyes.

[whooshing sounds]

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Isn't it beautiful?

God, Joyce.
What is this?

It's music.

Perfect music.

People got to hear this.

I know.

That's what the music wants.

[chattering]

Finally.

Doogie, you gotta
give me copies of this, man.
We got to spread the word.

Give me my tape
back, Vic.

Why?

Because it's mine.

Because you
don't even know what it is
you're listening to.

All right?

Just give me
the tape, Joyce.

I don't think he hears it.

Why not?
He's the one who found it.

I hear it fine.
I just want it back.

Well, you can't have it back.
Sorry.

If you could
hear the music, Dev,
you wouldn't want it back.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

It's not even music.

I mean, there's
an acoustic pattern
buried in the signal, but--

[Vic]
No, no, no, no.

It's more than that.

[whooshing sounds]

Describe it.
What do you hear?

There's a rhythm.

It moves inside you.

I know how it makes me feel,
and I know we have to share it.

All right.
That's crazy, okay?

Hey!

I said, "No."

I wish you could hear it, Dev.
I really do.

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, so do I.

[Vic]
Check out this music.

[Joyce]
Can you hear it?

Isn't it incredible?

Devon, don't you have
a lecture?

Yeah.

Actually,
I was wondering

if I could get
a copy of that file

I uploaded into
the mainframe
last night.

It shouldn't take a minute.
30 seconds tops.

Okay,
I'll get it for you.

What do you want?

Uh, it's a wav file.
And it should still be in
the pattern analysis cue.

[Dr. Swift]
Certus.wav, I presume.

[Devon]
Yeah, that's it
right there.

I know
what you're going to say,

but I want to run
more tests on it.
All right?

There may be
something happening here.

Something is happening.

There's massive,
totally unprecedented
solar activity going on.

And instead of helping me
study it,

my brilliant young T.A.
is listening for E.T.

I thought
you made a tape.

I did.

My little sister took it.

She, uh...
She thinks it's music.

Music?

Great.

I'll see you later.

[whooshing sounds]

[contented sighs]

-[contented sighs]
-[protesting weakly]

[noise stops]

I told you kids
to disperse,

or you can consider yourself
suspended.

None of that matters anymore.

We'll just go somewhere else.

[students agree]

[car doors open and close]

[engines starting]

[beeping]

[dial-up connecting]

Moshi moshi, Kelly.
It's Dev.

So wonderboy
finally calls.

How are you?

I'm fine,
but I need your help.

I'm sending an audio file
over for you to look at.

Came from a blue dwarf
out in Certus.

A wav file from space?

What's it say?

Well, I don't know, actually.

Maybe nothing.
But if it does something
for you

Let me know,
all right?

You'll understand
when you hear it.

Whatever you say.

Sayonara, Kel.

[speaks Japanese]

[Dr. Emory] Devon.

[whooshing sounds]

So...

Did you talk
to Joyce?

Yeah.

And?

Devon, could you
turn that down, please?

Oh, right, yeah.

Sorry.

What is it?

Well,
according to her and Vic,

it's the most beautiful music
they've ever heard.

Vic?

Uh, the new boyfriend.

The one with the van.

Yeah, anyhow,
I came across this
by accident,

but this was what Joyce
was listening to last night.

It's a radio signal
from Certus.

A radio signal?

Yeah. It's not a quasar and
it's not encrypted telemetry,

But the subharmonics
in here are so complex--

Devon.

No, no.
I can almost
hear this myself.

So now,
go with this.

What if there's a message
buried inside this signal

that's somehow
affecting Joyce?

No, Dad,
I'm serious.

I know you are.

Why don't you just take
the car keys and go out
for a change?

You know,
see some friends.

You think I'm nuts.

No, I don't.
I don't.

I think you're worried
about your sister

and you're trying
to find some answers.

So am I.

But I don't think
you'll find them here.

[turns off tape]

[sighs]

[whooshing sounds]

[whooshing sounds]

[contented sighs]

Joyce!

Hey, Joyce--

Sorry.
I was just looking
for my little sister.

[all sighing]

Joyce! Joyce!

Devon! You came.

We got to get you home.

Wait, you came.

You must be able
to hear it.

What's happening to you?

We have to
trust it, Devon.

I know that now.

I can feel it.

Can't you see?

No, I can't.

[sighing and moaning]

Hey! Hey!
Hey!

[screaming]

What are you
doing, man?
What is wrong with you?

Hey! Give me this tape.

You wrecked everything.

Don't know what this is
doing to them.

Devon!

[screaming]

[operator] 911.
May I help you?

Yeah, I've got an emergency.

-[monitor beeping]
-[siren wailing in distance]

[Dr. Emory]
You're going to be
okay, Joyce.

[sighs]

So, how is she?

I don't know.

It could be poisoning.

Her heartbeat's erratic.

There's an unusual amount
of heavy metals
in her skin and blood.

-Metals?
-Could be
an isolated virus.

At this point,
we have 78 of these cases,

all of them from this rave,
or whatever it is they call it.

I alerted the CDC.

-The CDC?
-As a precaution.

[Joyce screaming]

Please, anyone!

I can't see.
Please help me.

Calm down, honey.
We're right here.

Joyce, it's Dev.

Now, you got to be still, okay?

Okay, honey.

Now tilt your head up
toward the ceiling, okay?

That's good.

Mm-hmm.

Ophthalmology, stat.

Yeah, Jenkins.
Uh... Taylor here.

My daughter is
suffering

some kind of
corneal occlusion.

I don't know.

Dad.

Her iris is changing.

So you can see here where
the iris is reconfigured

and the clear liquid
that protects the cornea...

altered chemical composition.

We don't have a clue
why this is happening.

Dr. Riddle.
This is my son
Devon.

Devon, Dr. Riddle
from the Center
for Disease Control.

Hello, Devon.

So it's a disease then.
That's what's happening?

Well, w don't know
what it is., Devon.

We've isolated all the victims
in a biohazard ward

and we know the transmission
is not airborne,

But we need more to go on,
which is why it's important

we take blood from the person
exposed to the disease

who didn't catch it.

Right.
But what's happening
to my little sister?

It could be a variant
of something called
chromaphobe adenoma,

A disorder of
the pituitary gland

which affects
the melanin
in the skin

and promotes
the release
of endorphins.

Endorphins?
So then it acts like a drug?

Thus far,
everyone affected
is a teenager.

Or they may be suffering
from a reaction

to a substance
you didn't take.

Did you notice any,
witness any drug use?

-No.
-Any form of ecstasy or acid?

No...The D.J.,
he didn't have it.

Well, I'm afraid he's showing
early symptoms.

His fingernails have altered.
Same iridescent changes.

I'm telling you, Doctor,
that's not it.

I don't know how, or why,
but this is what's causing it.

They were dancing to it.
They couldn't get
enough of it.

Have there been
outbreaks anywhere else?

No.
We can connect everyone--

Because I e-mailed that signal
to my friend Kelly
in Nagamo, Japan.

If there's been
an outbreak there,
it proves my theory.

I don't see how
sound of any frequency

could have a causal
relationship with a disease,

but we can do that.

Great. Thank you.

-In the meantime--
-I want to see my sister.

Now, don't let it scare you.

She's in
an oxygen tent.

We've found that it
eases their pain.

[woman over p.a.]
Dr. Anderson,
please come to cardiology.

Dr. Anderson to cardiology.

[ehoing] Help!

[beeping]

Who's there?

I can't see.

It's still a blur.

It's just me, Joyce.

Devon?
It hurts so much.

I know.

Where's Vic?

He's here
in the hospital.

So are all the kids
from the rave.

Why did you take away
our music?

I had to, Joyce.
Look what it's doing to you.

If I had it,
I'd be better, I know it.

Please, Devon.

-Joyce, I can't.
-Please.

[sighs]

They're going to find a way
to cure you.

Dad's working on it
right now, all right?

Mom was like this
before she died.

She must have felt
like this.

I didn't know
she was hurting this much.

Don't talk about that,
okay?

It hurts so much.

I know, Joyce.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You got to take care
of Slash, okay?

He's just a baby.

He needs water every day.

Of course I will.
I promise.

You better.

[beeping]

Devon.

Well, there's no sign
of the infection.

We don't know why,
but you're fine.

Why don't you go home,
get some sleep?

Come back tomorrow.
I'll watch out for Joyce.

And... Her eyesight
is clearing.

[sniffles]

Is she dying?

She's very sick.

[woman over p.a.]
Dr. Taylor to pathology, stat.

Dr. Taylor to pathology.

You need some
sleep, too, Dad.

Yeah. Well, maybe when
this is over, huh?

Now, I'll call you
if anything changes.

[TV newsreader]
And there's still
no word

as to the cause
of the disease.

Speculation that it's
a Legionnaire's-type virus

has yet to be confirmed
by officials from the CDC.

Meanwhile, scientists aboard
the space shuttle Columbia

conducted detailed
solar measurements of
increased sunspot activity,

which is expected to affect
weather patterns
for the next several years.

[turns off TV]

Sorry, Slash,

But in hamster years,
you are a teen.

Trust me, though.

It's all for a good cause.

[whooshing sounds]

Somebody turn
that damn noise off.

You Devon Taylor?

Yeah. What's going on?

Have a seat now, son.

Hey, you don't have to
frighten him.

After
what he's done?

I want all this equipment
packed up.

-Everything
you can find.
-Yes, sir.

What did I do?

Hey, hey, be careful
with that.

[Slash squealing]

Dad...

You were right about Nagamo.

There's been
an outbreak,
it's worse than here.

So what about Kelly?

She's infected, too,
but that's all we know.

Nagamo is
completely isolated.

And during the night,

the government declared

a national state of emergency
here, too.

We're being quarantined
to protect

the rest of the country
from becoming infected.

They're taking you
and everything
you've been working on

back to the hospital
to help us.

We're going to fight it
from there.

What have I done?

It's not your fault, Devon.

I should have listened.

[man]
Ladies and gentlemen,
this briefing is classified.

Present...

The infection has been limited
to this city and Nagamo, Japan,

But given the disease's
mode of transmission,

the prospect of containment
is unlikely.

This disease stems from
a cellular reaction

to certain subharmonics of
a series of radio frequencies.

Essentially it's a biological
response to a sound.

If we lose containment,
the number of people infected
could reach

the hundreds of millions
within a few days.

Dr. Hamblin,
epidemiology.

How difficult
can it be

to keep a sound
from spreading?

If I may.

The sound or signal
is perceived

by those susceptible
to the disease as music.

The listener experiences
an intense euphoria

which is highly addictive,
and this is accompanied

by an equally intense desire
to share the experience.

Several such raves
have been sprouting up
through the city all night

despite our best efforts
to impose curfew.

And this signal
is coming from space?

The short answer to that
is yes.

A number of our observatories
have now picked it up.

The signal is repeating,

and is apparently
of artificial origin.

[woman]
Who's sending it?

We don't know.

The signal composition is
highly complex.

It's extremely difficult
to interpret.

Doctors,
the military believes

this signal is no accident.

It seems very likely
an act of war.

[Dr. Swift]
we do know that it was
generated by a race

far more advanced
than we are.

The best people
in the world
are analyzing it.

And we're currently exploring
many possible ways

to reverse the effects.

However, at the present,
there is no cure.

Excuse me.
Isn't it dangerous to expose
yourself to the signal?

Not to adults.

The disease seems to affect
young people exclusively,

especially those
in their teenage years.

Right.
And not just people.

I exposed several different
plants and animals
to the signal.

Apparently whoever sent it

intended it for a wide spectrum
of life forms.

You were the one
who picked up the signal
in the first place?

Yes.

So why hasn't it
affected you?

It has.

[Dr. Riddle]
Devon is on the cusp

between his teen years
and full adulthood.

That is how
he was able to hear
something in the signal

Without suffering its effects
right away.

Between the ages
of 20 and 24,

the disease seems to progress
at a much slower rate.

Over the age of 24,

people seem to be
completely immune.

So, what you're telling us
is that they're
trying to hurt our children?

So it would seem.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the clock is running.

Let's get to work before
this becomes pandemic.

Daddy.

Hi.

How are you feeling?

Have the painkillers
helped at all?

Remember when mom said,
"No more"?

Yes, I remember.

Joyce, we have something
we want to try.

A reverse
of the signal.

Daddy, I don't want it
to go that far.

Please, I want to know
you won't do that to me.

Joyce, it's going
to make you better.

It's going to stop whatever
the signal is doing to you.

Oh, no.
If I had my music,

then everything would be
the way it's supposed to be.

You've been infected
longer than anyone else

so we want to try this
on you first.

It's been tested on animals,
and it is gonna hurt,

but we'll do
everything we can
to control the pain.

You don't understand.

Sweetheart,
I know you're frightened.

I'm not going anywhere.
I'll be right here.

[shrill, piercing noise]

[screams] No!

B.p. 140 over 90.

-Joyce.
-Ouch, it burns.

Stop it!

Start her on
Morphine drip, stat.

Please!

B.p. 180 over 120.
Pulse is erratic.

Oh, Daddy, please.
The music!

Just a little longer.

Don't do this to me.

-[rapid beeping]
-Daddy! Daddy!

-[flatlining]
-[alarm blaring]

She's arresting.

Code blue.
Shut that down.

Devon, out of the way.

Two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

She's not responding.

We're losing her.
Adrenaline.

[whooshing sounds]

-What are you doing?
-It's what she needs.

You don't know that.
Turn it off.

Dad, trust me.
It's what she needs.

[whooshing sounds]

[gasping]

[whooshing sounds]

You see?
We can't fight
the change.

We just have to
let it happen.

Let what happen?

[moans softly]

It's all right now.

You can turn the music off.

Joyce?

It's all right now, Daddy.

The pain?

Gone.

All gone.

I'm ready now.

Ready for what?

I think I know
what's happening.

Devon, the entire
scientific community

is studying
this problem.

We haven't even
scratched the surface.

Because they can't hear it
like I can.

The more I listen to it,
the more beautiful it sounds.

The more I learn
to accept it like Joyce.

Devon, look at yourself.

You have to stop
listening.

The disease is starting
to affect your thinking.

But what if it's not a disease?

Dad, isn't it true that
the only ones
who've died so far

are the ones
we've tried to cure?

-Yes.
-Right. You see?

The signal is not meant
to harm us, only to change us.

Every living thing.

The more I listen to it,
the more I hear that.

I feel it.

But that's
the endorphin effect.
It's like an opiate.

No, that's just to make
the change less painful,

More easy to accept.

Didn't Joyce even say
that she was ready?

Right?

Deep down inside, she knew.

Her body knew that
it was time to change.

What kind of change?

Look, I bombarded everything
on this table

with high levels
of ultraviolet radiation,

Enough to kill
any normal plant or animal.

The only ones
that managed to survive

were the ones that I exposed
to the signal.

We're changing.

We're--
We're being changed
for a reason.

[Dr. Swift] How far back
do you want me to go?

As far
as possible.

60 years?

Sure.

[keyboard clacking]

My God, Devon.

What are we looking at?

This is the star that
our radio signal came from

as it appears in 1937.

It's a Yellow Dwarf,
much like our own Sun.

[Dr. Swift]
and this is the star
as it appears today.

A Blue Dwarf.

I don't understand.

Their sun changed.

It shifted, rather,

towards the ultraviolet.

And ours is about to do
the same thing.

All that increased
solar activity, the sunspots.

They were warning signs.

We didn't even
see it coming.

But they did.

Because it happened
to them.

To survive,
they had to adapt, to change.

And they're offering us
that same choice.

The music wasn't
an act of war.

It's an act of mercy.

[sighs]

They're trying to save us.

And we have received
international confirmation
of our findings.

Although it's still now
barely detectable,

the sun's spectrum
has begun

a definite shift
to the ultraviolet.

The CDC has made
its official recommendation.

Wherever possible,
the transformation
should be encouraged.

To this end,
a hormonal treatment

is already
being developed

that should allow
everyone over the age of 20

to hear the music
as well.

In light
of these developments,

the President has issued
the following directive
effective immediately.

All civil defense
installations,

including the emergency
broadcast system,

will begin
continuous transmission
of the alien signal.

We believe that exposure
to the signal

is the only way to ensure
our survival

in the face of the impending
solar shift.

The President has ordered
the launching of satellites
into orbit

which will broadcast the signal
via microwaves

to both unpopulated areas
of this country

and to less-developed
countries

unable to expose their own
populations themselves.

Ladies and gentlemen,
for better or worse,

this is a time
of momentous change for
all the people of the world.

And through this adversity,

we have been given this chance
by friends far, far away

to witness the dawn
of a new era.

[indistinct chatter]

[Joyce] Devon...

Since the music stopped,

I don't even know who I am.

I bought my prom dress
because it matched my hair.

[sighs heavily]

Oh, Daddy.

I must look hideous to you.

Never!

Joyce, before long,
I'll be the
strange-looking one.

You know, most people have
decided to make the change.

Even Dr. Riddle.

You should see her.

She looks
very smart.

But you...
You will always be

the best-looking girl
at the prom.

So why didn't you change, Dad?

Well, I--
I've been thinking about
your mother a lot lately,

and I think
she would have made
the same choice.

What's going to happen
to you?

I'll have to stay indoors
during the day

for the rest of my life,
but I won't be alone.

There are millions of people
who decided
not to make the change.

Especially my generation.

What's important is the future.
Your future.

And besides,

this way your mother
will recognize me in Heaven.

[chuckles]

I wish you could have heard
the music the way we did.

[sighs]
I'll never forget it.

Well,
I'll never forget the '60s.

That was music.

Excuse me.
It's time to go.

They say the shift
is going to happen
this afternoon.

Right, well,

Better get you home, Dad.

Guess so.

And for the millions
who've chosen to stay behind,
including yours truly,

we hope that
this new beginning,

year one
of the second age of man,

will bring a renewed sense
of purpose to our planet.

I've just been told
the final shift

will be taking place
at any moment now.

We repeat.
Those who have not made
the change

are warned to stay indoors.

Direct exposure to the new sun
will kill within hours.

This is Marcus Gilbert
for IBS,

on the verge
of the new millennium.

Isn't it beautiful?

Happy new year,
sis.

[Control Voice]
it is said that music
is a universal bridge,

crossing the barriers
of culture, age and language.

Perhaps eventually
we will learn

that it also spans
those of time and space.