All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S03E15_The Revelations of Becka Paulson.srt - 2

It's hard to imagine
we could get any closer
than we are right now.

But we can,
you know.

Closer than this?

Oh, yes.

You're in my heart, Jason.

I could feel your warmth
deep inside.

[sighing]

-[Jason] You know what
I want for Christmas?
-What?

My 8-by-10 man?

[Jason]
This moment
to last forever.

[music playing]

Oh, now that's a shame.

Joe, you know
I don't like guns
in the house.

Oh, this better not
be loaded, or I'll...

[gunshot]

Doctor...
What brings you here?

I heard a gunshot.
Are you all right?

I'm fine.

What are you looking at?

[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.

[Control Voice]
Even in the most innocent
of minds,

there are still secrets
best left unrevealed.

[blowing]

Damn, it's damn cold
out there tonight.

Hey, what the hell you doing
starting without me?

You said you'd be home
by 5:00.

It is 5:00.

It's five after 5:00.

What did you do
to your head?

Hey, Becka.

-Becka, you deaf?
-No.

I asked you, what did you
do to your head?

I just bumped it.

Bumped it?

Yeah, bumped it...
Just bumped it.
It's a bump.

Oh... Ah!

Oh!

That slacky-ass Kenny
deliver the mail for a change?

If you mean your special
swimsuit edition,
yeah, it showed up.

But gawk at it after supper.
I put it by your chair.

Ah.

-It's cold.
-Well, you're late.

Just a bump.

You didn't say anything
about the tree, Joe.

Put it up too early.

Well, they had the tree up
today on my afternoon story.

TV people know about
those things.

Come Christmas there'll be
more needles on the floor
than on the tree. You watch.

Stupider than a post.

What are you looking at?

Looking at?
What do you think
I'm looking at?

Maybe I'm thinking
of buying you

a new bathing suit
for Christmas. Maybe that's
what I'm looking at.

Maybe a bikini,
huh?

Hey,

maybe I'll get you
a birthday suit for Christmas.

Maybe
you'll get that.

Get it?
That's nothing.

[chuckles]

[chuckling]

[creaking]

[groaning]

Ah.

[whimpering]

Oh.

[chuckles]

[man] Becka.

Becka... Hey, Becka.

Hey, Becka.

[microwave beeps]

Your bump's bleeding.

Huh?
Oh, thanks.

You ought to be careful
about bumping your head.
That's where your brains are.

Well, it's just a...

Why don't you go see
Doc Fink?

Doc Fink's a veterinarian.

He's still a doctor,
and he's $9.00 a visit.

I don't see nobody but me
earning money around here,
do you?

See him,
don't see him.
All's I'm saying

is that your head is
where your brain is.

I know that.

Well,

neither rain
nor sleet nor snow.

I'm off to the PO.

[gasps]

Forgot your lunch!

Ah.

You wouldn't want
to miss out.

What's that supposed to mean?

Bologna sandwiches.
I know you like them.

Bye.

Bye-bye!

[soap opera music playing]

[man] Becka.

Becka.

Who's there?

[man] It's me.
On the TV.

There's something important
I want to tell you.

You know
your husband Joe is

putting the boots to that hussy
down at the post office?

Just thought you should know.

[screaming]

Lord... Oh, God.

Oh, Lord... Oh, God.

Oh, Lord.

[screaming]

Just call an ambulance.

Call yourself an ambulance.

-[man] Becka.
-You be quiet!

Becka, it's not blood.
It's raspberry filling.

You're gonna give yourself
a heart attack.

It's raspberry filling,
Becka.

Look,
it's from the coffee cake.
It's all over the rug.

Look, look.

Who are you?

I'm the 8-by-10 guy.

Well, go away.

I'd love to.
I've been stuck on this damn TV
for so long.

Don't talk.

Pictures don't talk.

[man] Becka, I'm
not a picture.

I'm just the guy
that came with the frame--

♪ Oh, beautiful
For spacious skies ♪

[man] Becka, please,
don't do this.

♪ America, America ♪

Becka, I'm just trying
to tell you about

your husband
and Nancy Voss.

♪ For motherhood
And brotherhood ♪

♪ From sea to sh-- ♪

[phone ringing]

-Hello?
-Rebecca,
it's your daddy.

Daddy?

Pictures don't talk,
Becka.

If you think
that picture talked,

then you
must be crazy!

Daddy, you can't be...

You're hearing voices
in your head, ain't ya?

No, Daddy,
not in my head.

No, it talked right to me.

-Becka!
-No, it talked right to me.

It's happening outside of me.

I can't do ventriloquism.

Rebecca Bouchard,
I'll beat you
three shades of blister blue

for that crazy talk.

Daddy, I swear.

One shade for
thinking the thing.

It talked.
It talked right to me.

-One shade for lying.
-No, it's just a bump.

One shade
for believing the lie.

Look for yourself.

See, it's a picture.

You're crazy,
Becka.

Well, you're dead,

You're dead,
buried in the ground,
so shut up!

-[slams down receiver]
-Shut up!

Oh, Becka Paulson
as I live and breathe.

How long's it been?

Oh, I guess since
my cat Ozzy died.

Oh, yeah.
How is Ozzy?

Dead.

Oh, yeah,
that's right.

What can I do
for you today?

Well, I bumped my head.

[Fink] Oh, yeah?
When was that?

Day before yesterday.

And, uh, how did
that happen?

Rooting through the closet
for Christmas decorations.

Oh, yeah.

Getting in the spirit
for Christmas, huh?

Anyways, Joe said
I should come see you

'cause your head's
where your brains are.

Yeah, well,
he's right about that.
That's for certain.

Well, let's see.
Are you having
any of the--

Schizophrenic episodes?

I looked it up.

Oh, well,
all right.

Are you having
any of those?

I've been hearing voices.

Oh, yeah.

That's sort of consistent
with a first break
psychotic episode, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Well, it depends.

Whose voice was it?
Was it Joe?

My daddy.

Oh.

Your daddy
passed away, didn't he?

Yeah.
That didn't stop him

from giving me hell
over the phone
just the same.

You know, Becka,
I hate to say it,

but there are kids
in this county

who think that kind of thing
is comical.

Oh, no, it was him.

I remember his voice like
it was yesterday, which it was.

Huh. And what did he say?

That I shouldn't
be hearing voices.

That's kind of ironic,
don't you think?

I mean,
him being the voice.

Yeah.
That's what I thought.

Well, let's take a look
at that bump.

Just hold still.

Thatta girl.

Thatta girl.

Ah!

Oh, yeah.

That looks, uh...

Looks more like
an indentation
than a bump per se.

Now what kind of
Christmas decoration
did you say it was?

Big and shiny and heavy.

That's about all
that comes to mind.

Ah, and you didn't faint,
or vomit, or anything?

No, sir.

Well, it's healing up
pretty good.

Well, that's good.

Yeah,
now listen, uh, Becka,

I can put
a fresh band-aid on,

but, uh,
I can't really give you
anything for the voices.

You know,
being a veterinarian,

I can't properly prescribe
psychiatric medication.

Okay.

Well, as long as you say
it's healing,

then I can tell Joe
I'm on the mend.

Yeah.

Well, now if your dead daddy
should call you up again,

I want you
to hustle into town
and see Doc Simmons.

He can fix you up
with some Prozac or--

-Doc Simmons passed away,
didn't you know?
-No. When?

Well, about a month ago.

-He was cremated.
-Oh, what a shame.

He was just about ready
to retire, too.

That's a shame.

Uh...

That'll be $9.00, please.

Sorry.

[car engine running]

[turns off engine]

Oh, hey, Flo.

Hey to you too,
Becka.

Little last-minute
Christmas shopping?

Last minute?

Oh, sweetheart, for me,
two weeks before the 25th
is last minute.

I'm done every year
by August the 10th.

It's my birthday.
Oh, you probably
don't remember.

My husband hasn't
since '89.

Anyway, I'm just picking up
some stocking stuffers.

Same here.
Stocking stuffers for Joe.

Your boy's not coming home
this year?

Well, we're at odds,
and this year's an even.

So Byron's with the in-laws

instead of with the woman
who brought him into the world.

There's no justice.
I wouldn't put up with it.

What did you do to your head?

Oh, I bumped it.

Not trying to cover
a bullet hole or anything,
are you?

Didn't shoot yourself
in the brain, did you?

Oh, your face
just can't hide a secret.

No.

Well, that's a relief.

Anyway...
Stocking stuffers.

Men do like
their tools,
don't they?

Joe will love it.

Go on, get it.

I got one of them
nine-in-ones for Kyle.

He uses it day in,
day out.

She's right,
you know.

Men do love their tools.

Go away!

How can you say that?

I'm the perfect gift.

Heck, I'm more than that.

I'm on sale.

Rebecca,

-you want me.
-Oh, that's a lie.

How can you not want to buy
one of me
for every room in the house?

You wanted to put
Byron's senior grad
picture over me,

but you just couldn't
bring yourself to do it,
could you?

There was just something
about my face.

Not going to take no
for an answer, Becka.

I want you to take me home.

Now!

The cash register's
totally broken

and the manager's
not here.

Well, that's all right,
dear.

Get out your paper
and pencil.

We've got all the time
in the world,
haven't we, Becka?

Such a shame about Joe
putting the boots to that hussy

he works with at
the post office nearly every
day of the week.

I mean, Becka, honey,
you must feel so unloved.

Stealing into
the photocopy room,

locking the door,
unwrapping each other
like Halloween candy,

rubbing places
women like us

don't even know
the proper names for.

Sixty-six copies.

That's what it's set for.
That's all they have time for.

Mouths more urgent than
first-class mail.

$36.15.

Plus tax, that's $38.68.

-You're sure?
-Oh, yeah.

Why, Becka Paulson,
I had no idea
you were so mathematic.

Spare the dear.
How much is mine?

Oh.

Um, $25.23 all in.

[laughs]
Well, isn't that
something?

You were putting words
in her mouth.

[8-by-10 man]
It's the God's
honest truth.

You just be quiet
till we get home.

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

[turns off vacuum cleaner]

Time for my afternoon story.

I don't want you talking
during the story.

[man on TV]
Suction.

Clamp.

The bullet's lodged in
her limbic system.

Whoa!

Would you look
at that?

It entered
just above her eye,

slowed down significantly
by the skull,

and ended up in here.

Deep within the hippocampus,

center of vivid emotions,
sexuality, memory.

[man 2] Shouldn't
she be dead?

Absolutely.

But it's just possible
the bullet could improve
her brain function

by eliminating a tumor
that was already there.

[man 2] Oh, yeah.

[man 1] More than that,

she could experience
increased intelligence,

sexual drive, creativity,
or it could...

kill her.

Shame...

Just before Christmas.

Yeah.

Oh, I never saw
that one coming.

[clicking tongue]
She was supposed to get
married after the New Year.

Well, I think
I'll get a snack.

-You want something?
-That's okay. I'm fine.

[Becka]
Hi, hon.

Lot of mail going
through that office.

[Becka]
That's Christmas
for you.

[Joe]
What the hell's this?

This afternoon when I was
wrapping presents,

it just struck me
that the sum of the squares

of the lengths of the sides
of a right angle triangle

is equal to the square
of the length
of the hypotenuse.

[grunts]

That's the Pythagorean theorem,
ain't it?

I don't know.
How'd you know?

High school geometry.

It came to me
when you said "hypotenuse."

Oh.

Well, I don't know
what good it does.
I just... It's there.

Thought I'd discovered
something.

Honey, you couldn't
count as high

as the candles
on your cake.

[woman moaning]

[8-by-10 man]
Ah, he should be thinking
of you that way.

[Becka]
The hussy?

Is her body like those girls
in that magazine?

[8-by-10 man]
Nancy Voss?

You mean, the woman that
Joe's putting the boots to
down at the post office?

[Becka]
I prefer hussy.

[8-by-10 man]
Fine, but that hussy's
50-years-old.

Trim, well-kept,
handsome 50,
don't get me wrong.

[Becka] You want to put
the shoes to her, too?

[8-By-10 man laughs] Becka,
please, I'm an 8-by-10.

[Becka]
Why does he do it with her?

[8-by-10 man]
Because you don't.

[Becka]
I let him.

[8-by-10 man] Aw, you let him.
That's... That's romantic.

[Becka]
Almost every time.

[8-by-10 man]
And when you let him,

nothing ever happens
for you?
Not even a little?

You don't relish
the animalism,

the sexual congress
with its gruntings,

its thrustings?

[Becka]
Stop talking like that.

[8-by-10 man]
The hussy does.

Nancy Voss does.

She can't get enough.

She wants it,
craves it.

Looks forward to it
every lunch hour.

-[Becka] I said stop it.
-Why?

You getting
turned on?

Something stirring?

Look at Joe.

Right now
he's imagining

the woman in that magazine
is Nancy Voss.

[Becka]
He's my husband.

[8-by-10 man]
Then you have
to take him, Becka.

Take what's yours.

Say it out loud.

[Becka] Joe...
[8-By-10 man] Say it, Becka.

[Becka] I can't.

[8-by-10 man] Say it!

Make love to me!

Oh, Joe, yeah.

Yeah, Joe.

Get back where you were.

Up, up.

Up, Joe.
Get up.

There, there, there, there!

What in God's name
got into you?

What?

I don't know
what's wrong, Becka,

But I don't like it.

I don't like it
at all.

[8-by-10 man]
Did you get
everything?

Got extra batteries.

Find everything
at Derry Hardware?

Uh-huh.

Hank Barber
sell you this?

He was there, yeah,
but I didn't need
assistance.

Tell you a funny story
about Hank Barber.

About 10 years ago
when Hank really was
a young buck,

Hank hated his boss
so much

that he poured
half a package laxative

into the poor man's
chocolate at lunch hour.

Yeah?
What happened?

What do you think happened?

Right there in front
of a customer,

while Hank's boss was
demonstrating

how to install
a new wire cutter for
the weed whipper...

[chuckling]

[whirring]

What did he do
to Hank?

[8-by-10 man] Nothing.

Hank managed to hold on
till punch-out time, but
the second he got to his car--

I meant what
did he do to Hank

that made Hank
do that?

Oh, he was just mean.

Junkyard dog mean.

The way Joe can be mean
sometimes.

-You understand that,
don't you?
-Uh-huh.

Oh, that's great.

Getting a lot of ideas
lately, Becka.

You're almost ready.

[Becka]
Those "D" cells are
eating up too much juice.

Maybe I should get
a motorcycle battery.

[8-By-10 man] Thatta girl.

[Joe]
Okay, Seven Card Stud.

Nothing wild.

Jacks are better
when they're open.

Ante up.

Did you hear
Bobby Coyote got liquored up

mid-shift
in his split shift day

and ended up making
time and a half.

All the time he's driving
the porcelain bus
in the restroom.

He can get away with that.
He's union.

If I tried that
down at the hardware store,

my butt's out the door
before you can say...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A deuce, queen,

-a nine.
-Deuces are wild,
right?

No.
10 for the dealer.

Bitch's bet.

[8-by-10 man]
This happens
every Thursday night?

[Becka]
Unless it falls on
Christmas Day

like this year,
then they reschedule.

[8-by-10 man] I wonder if he'll
be rescheduling his nooner
with Nancy Voss?

The hussy?

Bless ya.

[8-by-10 man] You know,
Joe doesn't win
nearly as much as...

No, no, sorry.
Go ahead.

As I was saying...

[Becka]
He thinks he's God's gift
to the game, I know.

Ooh, things are looking up
for the dealer.

[8-by-10 man]
He doesn't have
a straight flush.

[Becka]
Are you reading his mind?

No, anybody
would know that.

Hey, Becka, beer me.

-Peanuts.
-And some peanuts.

All right.

[Joe] You sure you
got it all now?

You don't have to write it down
or nothing.

All right.

Pair of deuces bets.

Couple deuces don't beat
a straight flush, though.

Wanna hear
something funny?

Rebecca's not a real bright
girl, so she puts
her Christmas tree up

when they do it
on her soap opera.

A buck.

We know you don't have
the flush, Joe.

Just throwing good money
after bad.

We'll see... We'll see.

I'll see your dollar
and I'll raise you five.

Let's see if you put your
money where your mouth's
supposed to be.

-All right, I'll call.
-Call.

You can't just call like that.

Yeah. I bet, you raised,
he called.
What you got?

What do you got?

Well, I don't know,

but I bet, you raised,
he called.
What you got?

You knew we knew
you didn't have
the flush.

For crying out loud,
I got three deuces
showing.

Would you wipe
that stupid smile
off your face?

When are you going to put
some damn pictures
in these damn frames?

-It's embarrassing.
-Got your peanuts.

-Guy always staring at me
gives me the creeps!
-Want 'em?

See how it feels to be treated
like dirt under your feet?
You see how it feels?

I'm not the same woman
I used to be, Joe.

This is what you get!

This is what you get
for treating me like
the dirt under your feet.

I'm not the woman
I used to be,

so you better get used to it!

Oops.

I'll get a broom.

I made sunny side up
this morning.

Don't forget your...

lunch.

[wind howling]

[car engine starts]

[car driving up]

Hi. How was work?

-Busy.
-Same here.
Busy busy.

Where's supper?

Ain't it Friday?

Pizza night.

[Becka]
Got to do something.

Lord, I got to do something.

[8-by-10 man]
You are doing
something.

Shouldn't do that.

Where is Joe
anyway?

Likes to sleep
most Saturday afternoons.

Yeah, of course.
No, no, no.

Put the black clip
onto the red one there.

-Like that?
-Like that.

That's my girl.

Couldn't you sleep
last night?

[Becka] No.

Too many nightmares.
Decided to stay up all night.

Mm, good idea.

Think I'm done.

You're getting
so clever, Becka,

I hardly know
what to do with you.

Don't tell me.

Becka.

Becka, warm up the TV
for me, okay?

Okey-dokey.

Finished wrapping
the presents,

decorating,
baking and cleaning.

Finished everything.
We're ready.

We're ready.

I thought you were going
to warm up the TV?

Couldn't find
the clicker.

Ah, those
damn things.

[screaming]

[distorted music plays
on radio]

[laughter]

Don't listen to him.
There's a bullet in your head.

[gasping]

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
What have I done?

What have I done?
I've shot myself in...

Oh, Joe!
Joe, help me!

♪ What do I care
If icicles form? ♪

♪ I've got my love
To keep me warm ♪

♪ I thought you ought to know
My heart's on fire ♪

♪ The flames
They just leap higher ♪

♪ So I will weather
The storm ♪

♪ What do I care
How much it storms? ♪

[Control Voice]
Perhaps the descent
into madness

is not a solitary journey
after all.

♪ I've got my love
To keep me warm ♪