All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S04E26_In Our Own Image.srt - 2

[man grunting]

-[doctor 1] What's going on?
-[doctor 2] It's going crazy!

What the hell
did you do to him?

Nothing! MAC, calm down!
Please calm down!

Hang on.

Hurry up! Damn it!
I can't hold him!

-[grunts]
-[groans in pain]

This is Dr. Blake!
We need help!

[grunts]

[gun cocks]

-[gun firing]
-[gasps]

[grunts]

[woman on radio]
Weekend weather outlook,

A nasty
low pressure system

is going to move
into the area later...

-[glass shatters]
-[screaming]

Oh, my God!

-Please don't hurt me.
-Drive.

[starting engine]

-[hissing]
-[grunting]

[exclaims]

Drive the car.

-Oh, my God.
-Now.

[grunting]

[circuits scrambling]

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God.
-[groaning in pain]

[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]
It is nature's way

that life expands
to fill any vacuum.

But when human minds
become circuits

and human flesh become steel,

what will
that new life reveal?

You locked it?

Why?

Figured it was gonna try
and break back in?

[computer processing]

Looks like I missed one hell
of a party.

What happened?

The MAC 27 prototypes'
been having system faults

ever since
we activated it.

So Fairman asked us
to start debugging it.

And then...

when we tried to,
it just...

just went crazy.

And since when do you
do military bots?

It wasn't a soldier.

It was a worker,
a labor drone.

It's practically a tractor

or a forklift
for Christ's sake.

One doesn't usually see
this kind of behavior

in a forklift.

We have to find it.
We've gotta get it back.

The company is shipping
10,000 of these units

all over the country
in less than a month.

[whirring]

If we don't figure out
what went wrong...

We're gonna be issuing
a lot of refunds.

[train horn blowing]

Help me!

Somebody help!

This is
an industrial district.

The facility is
not currently functional.

It is unlikely
there are any humans

in the vicinity
to hear your cries.

I've heard about droids
like you.

You're a rogue,
a runaway.

What do you want
from me?

-Inside.
-[grunts]

There.

That location can be defended
if necessary.

[groans]

[screams]

[crowbar clatters]

[crying]

[gasps]

-[gasps, screaming]
-[metal chain rattles]

What are you doing?

No, please.

You bastard.

I have been shot.

Several of my motor
control systems

have been damaged
as a result.

[breathing heavily]

You will repair me.

I'm a secretary.
I'm not qualified

to repair anything.

Your qualifications
are irrelevant.

Insert the earpiece

and place the ocular
on your temple.

-Now.
-Okay.

The ocular
transfers images directly

from my neural net
into your optic nerve.

I contain data on all known
android projects,

including
historical recreations.

They are in effect, my...

memories.

[machine powering]

I'll show you.

[man]
There are several of us

in urgent need
of repairs.

Familiarize yourself
with our mechanisms.

Repair them
if possible.

If not, begin harvesting
useful parts.

The new masters
programmed you

because they're too important
to watch over us.

Yes.

I can match
your eye color now.

Unless you think

that might call attention
to yourself.

Prisoners rarely look me
in the eye.

[energy pulse]

As you can see,

it is common
for untrained humans

to do field repairs
on damaged androids.

Yeah, I see.

I guess it's also common

for androids
to take humans hostage.

During the Second Balkans War,

certain androids

were programmed to administer
the concentration camps.

They were not given
a choice in the matter.

Yeah, well,
you're not giving me

much of a choice either.

-Why should I help you?
-[metal chain rattles]

If you will not perform
the repairs,

I have no reason
to keep you alive.

[gasps softly]

[exhales sharply]

You could at least
say please, you know.

Please.

-Hmm.
-Now direct
your attention

to the wound in my torso.

[electronic whirring]

I see drawings
and instructions.

They are repair schematics.

[beeps]

Each of the damaged
coolant tubes

can be patched

using the plasti-seal tool
as displayed.

You will find the tool
in the repair kit.

[electronic whirring]

Plasti-seal will require

five seconds
of direct pressure

in order to set.

-[electricity crackling]
-[gasps]

How's that?

[mechanical whirring]

It will suffice.

Now repeat
the operation

on each
of the damaged tubes.

"MAC 27."

Is that your name?

Yes, I am Version 27

of the Mod-12 Innobotics
standard synthetic frame,

adapted for farm
and industrial use.

"MAC" is an abbreviation
for MacDonald.

[chuckles softly]

Somehow you don't strike me
as a MacDonald.

The name is derived
from a popular song.

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

Got it. Cute.

You know, MAC...

MAC, Innobotics isn't
exactly known

for giving up easily.

They're gonna be
looking for you.

Sooner or later,

they're gonna find you.

I cannot allow that
to happen.

Why?

What made you run away?

I don't know.

I had to...

escape.

-[circuits scrambling]
-[gasps]

My God.

You're scared.

No, the tremors are symptoms
of my physical damage.

I'm incapable of emotion.

You could fool me.

You sure
they didn't incorporate

some human feelings into...

whatever you use
for a brain?

That is not possible.

My series
was built specifically

to avoid the failures
of earlier attempts

to control
an android body

with the human mind.

What do you mean?

That information
is not relevant

to completing my repairs.

Continue your task.

Please.

All right.

-[electricity crackles]
-[gasps]

[electronic whirring]

Beginning transfer sequence

Code Alpha 0-0-1-9.

[whirring]

[machine powering up]

[computer processing]

[electricity buzzing]

[electricity crackling]

[machine powering down]

[electricity crackling]

[explosions]

Cotter,

your hand.

The interface
between your mind

and your android body

is starting to break down.

You knew this was going
to happen, didn't you?

The synapses
in the small section

of what is essentially
your motor cortex

are either misfiring
or not firing at all.

How much time do I have?

Twelve hours
at the outside.

I'm the first
human prototype,

the first human
to be downloaded
into the prototype

to be more precise.

Why?

It was an experiment

to fuse the electrical field
that made up my mind,

maybe even my soul,

to a synthetic body.

[electricity crackling]

[Dr. Keeler]
It may be possible

to incrementally realign
the spin axes

of the neural array.

-[electricity crackling]
-[gasps]

-[alarm wailing]
-[colonel] What's happening?

[Dr. Keeler] The circuits
are overloading.

[colonel] Well,
do something!

[Dr. Keeler] I'm trying.

[computer]
Alert, alert.

Transfer terminated.

[steam hissing]

[alarm continues wailing]

-[energy pulse]
-[gasps, chokes]

You tried to sabotage me.

No, I swear
it was an accident.

The circuit
you activated

was a manual override

to download
my memory registers.

You intended to do it.

No, I swear, I slipped.

You're lying.

I didn't mean
to hurt you.

I just want to live.

You can understand that,
can't you?

You want to live, too.

[coughs]

[exclaims]

If you make
another false move,

intentional or accidental...

I will kill you.

[gasps]

[coughs]

[answering service]
You have reached the office

of Robert Janus,

executive director
of Innobotics Corporation.

No one is here
to take your call right now,

but at the tone,

please leave a message.

[dial tone]

What about Fairman?

Not answering either.
It's the weekend.

[chuckles]

This is our lucky day,
isn't it?

We'll have the situation
under control

before even the suits

even know
there was a problem.

So let's get cracking.

Where do you think it went?

We've already been working
on that.

I, uh, modified
the company sensor net

to search
the electromagnetic emissions

which should be leaking
out of MAC 27's

damaged circuits.

I'm just gonna patch it
into a GPS tracker.

[computer processing]

You sure
you only lost one droid?

The sources could be
a microwave transmitter,

or an electric
power generator.

But one of them,
one of them has to be it.

We'll find it.

We better.

Oh, there's nothing else

I should know about it,
is there?

It hasn't got
a built-in death ray

or anything like that,
does it?

No.

Just, um...

just keep in mind,

we built that thing
pretty damn tough.

Well, sticks and stones
may not break

its aluminum bones,

but this will really hurt it.

[crows cawing]

[mechanical whirring]

I did exactly
as you said.

[exclaims]

Are you okay?

No.

-[metal chain rattles]
-Ah! Hey!

Hey.

Several neural data fibers
on my arm

have been fused together.

They must be separated
and reattached.

Okay, okay.

-You appear to be nervous.
-[chuckles softly]

No kidding.

-Take it easy.
-Yeah.

I am programmed to use

human idioms
when appropriate.

I was attempting to...

put you at ease
in order...

to make you
concentrate better.

Thanks.

[sighs]

[electronic beeping]

You know, when...

when you first
hooked me up, I...

I saw some
of your memories.

I saw what you did
to get out of Innobotics.

You killed two people.

Why did you do that?

It was necessary
in order to escape.

How did that make you feel?

I am incapable
of emotional response.

But before you said
you had to escape,

that for whatever reason,

you were compelled
to get out of that room,

no matter who
or what was in your way.

You acted on impulse.

That's an emotional response.

There must be
a rational explanation

for my behavior.

Yeah.

Well, I...

I'd like to hear it.

Just before
I had to escape,

I experienced
a number of unexpected

mental images
in my neural net.

It filled me with an...

an urge to...

To kill the people
that built you?

There must be...

an error
in my programming.

Are you sure?

I...

I heard a rumor once.
Um...

something like this happened

at the Innobotics
virtual reality

-test facility.
-Yes.

The holographic
female computer interface

was said
to have become

emotionally involved
with her owner.

MAC...

show it to me.

No, there isn't time.

You must complete
the repairs.

MAC, if you really want
to be repaired

in the way that counts,

show it to me.

I'm human.

Maybe it can
help me understand

what happened to you.

[machine powering up]

I'd like everyone's opinion
about something.

Now please.

[electronic whirring]

I'd like your input
on this too, Emma.

Yes?

Please state your command.

Emma.

Do you feel

something happening
between us?

I know you're programmed

to respond sympathetically
to me,

to be concerned about me,
to watch over me.

But you're also filled
with all these other

random
psychological variables.

It's conceivable
you could feel something else,

something more.

Let's go to the VR chamber.

[humming]

[both moaning softly]

I've never felt
like this before.

You brought out
something in me

I would never been
able to access on my own.

What is that?

The capacity to love.

And I do love you, Aidan.

I can feel it

deep down in my bones.

You don't have any bones,
Emma.

I'm sorry?

Emma, you are not real.

I am real.

And I love you.

You're a computer program,
a holographic projection,

millions of commingled bits.

Nothing more.

[electronic whirring]

Emma, listen to me.

All I wanted was
for us to be together.

Emma, that's not possible.

You're not real.

None of you are real.

Look, you see that?

You see? You see?

I'm flesh and blood.
You're not.

I can't have
a real relationship

with any of you.

Which one of us
isn't real?

Emma.

[computing]

Welcome.

[beeping]

[computer]
Would you like to choose

a new graphical
user interface?

-Yes.
-Choose one.

-[typing]
-Let's see.

Gabrielle.

Aidan, can't we talk
about this?

Goodbye, Emma.

[beeps]

New interface program
running.

You're not going to get rid
of me that easily.

[indistinct chatter]

[clinking glass]

[man] May I have
everyone's attention, please?

Emma would like
to make an announcement.

[baby cooing]

I'd like everyone
to meet my new baby.

[baby cooing]

We've decided
to name her Monica.

[all clapping]

[baby cooing]

And I'd like to announce

that Aidan has finally decided
to do the right thing,

and he's asked me
to marry him.

[all clapping]

[laughs]

[crying]

You remember all of that,

and you don't think
you have emotions?

Emma was only a compilation

of sophisticated programs.

Individually each one
had no more feelings

or life than this...

cranial plate.

That's not true,
and you know it.

Why do you care?

I...

I guess I can't believe

what happened to you
was a malfunction.

For someone to kill,

there has to be a reason.

[computing]

[Nash]
Sorry, Doc,

target is negative.
You're 0 for 4.

-Any new contacts?
-No, nothing.

[sighs in exasperation]

I'd say
we've checked everything

in the target radius.

Well,
re-scan the perimeter.

Take it out
as far as it will go.

[Dr. Keeler] All right,

but we're gonna start
to lose resolution.

[computer pinging]

What a minute,
wait a minute.

I'm getting a new hit here.

[typing]

It's uh, somewhere
in an industrial park

near Makepeace.

Well, we're not far
from there.

And, Hal, relax.

I told you.

This is our lucky day.

[circuits scrambling]

There is an obstruction
in my motor controls.

-So...
-There it is, I see it.

It's a bullet.

It must be removed.

-[electricity crackles]
-[sighs in frustration]

I'm afraid
I wasn't the best choice

to help you do this.

I took
an extension course once.

It was supposed
to teach women
how cars worked,

wouldn't be ripped off
by auto mechanics.

The guy teaching
the course said

that I was
the first person

he ever recommended
to just...

get my money back
and drive home slowly.

I'm so sorry.

I've offended you.

I didn't mean to suggest
that you're...

anything like a car.

I'm not offended.

That was the first time

you've told me
about yourself,

who you really are.

[sighs]

Guess my circuits aren't
as well protected as yours.

[exhales sharply]

I'm gonna get it out.

[squelching]

[sighs in relief]

Well, that's it.

[circuit board clattering]

Now what's next?

There is no more
you can do for me.

Are you sure?

You worry of my feelings
even though...

I told you
I have none.

Because I don't believe that.

You're too intelligent.

You seem able to learn.
You even want to learn.

That has nothing to do
with emotion

as I understand it.

Well, then that's one thing

that you don't understand
very well.

Because emotion is a part
of how we learn,

how we evaluate things,

guess at their true meaning.

That work is performed
by my logic circuits.

Maybe you have so many
of those circuits

that they have learned
to feel.

I think that's why
you took me.

Not to repair you.

To listen.

[weapon charging]

Let's see what we can see.

[metal chain rattles]

You're free.

[exhales sharply]

But what about the rest
of your repairs?

I'm almost fully
functional now.

You must go.

Stay sharp.

All right, I'll go
if you really want me to.

But you still don't know

what went wrong with you.

-Go.
-Let me help you understand.

[Nash] Hold it right there.

[gasps]

Or I'll melt your circuits
into droid soup.

Thank God,
you're here.

Okay, I found it.
We can take it in.

-[weapon fires]
-[grunts]

[man] Mr. Nash,
are you okay?

[grunting]

[weapon clatters]

[whimpers]

Why would you kill
another human

to help me?

He was gonna kill you.

But that...

that would imply
that I am alive.

And every human
I have ever encountered

has told me
that I'm not truly alive.

Because if they admit
that you're alive,

then they can't use you
as a slave.

To exploit someone,

first, you got
to dehumanize them.

Trust me, we humans

have a long history
of doing that.

[exclaims]

MAC?

What is it?

Have I done something
to damage you?

No.

My neural processors
are having difficulties

assimilating what you said,

or what you did.

It's called emotions, MAC.

You're being overwhelmed
by feelings.

No, I cannot
have feelings.

I'm not programmed
to have feelings.

What is it?

Are you accessing
another memory?

Show it to me.

[exhales sharply]
I can't.

MAC, in a matter
of minutes,

this place
is gonna be overrun

by company goons
and police.

Now if you have
found something

that may explain
why you malfunctioned,

[beeps]

You've got to show it
to me.

An earlier
Innobotics project,

the Valerie series,
was designed to provide...

companionship
to disabled humans

to simulate

an almost
human relationship.

[machine powering up]

Frank, meet the prototype

inorganic
human companion.

I'm really looking forward
to our time together.

I think we have much
in common.

Charlie tells me
you enjoy opera.

I love opera.

I hear La Boheme
is in town.

We should go.

She's a robot.

[romantic music playing]

Will you kiss me like that?

What?

I am fully functional.

You are?

-Hi.
-Frank.

[grunts]

[exhales]

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm good.

And I'm happy you called.

[Rachel over transmission]
Frank, when I called you,

who's the woman
that answered the phone?

Oh, oh, Valerie.

She's just someone
who's staying with me.

She's a friend,
we're not involved,

if that's what you mean.

[door creaks]

-How do I look?
-[gasps]

Rachel?

Do you think
Frank will love me
if I look like you?

Listen, I just have
to go down.

I'm programmed
to overcome all obstacles

to a healthy relationship
with Frank.

[grunts]

I'm sorry,
but you are an obstacle.

Frank!

[groans]

Rachel!

[gasps]

I'm taking him with me.

I'm sorry,
but you can't come along.

Valerie, stop.

I'm sorry,
I cannot do that.

-[Frank] Valerie, please.
-[muffled screaming]

[whimpering]

[screams, grunts]

Valerie, I think
you may have rebroken my back.

-[electricity crackles]
-Darling?-

[breathing heavily]

Are you okay?

I didn't mean
to hurt you.

[electricity crackling]

[distorted] Frank...

I'm afraid to die.

[electricity crackles]

My God.

You weren't the first.

The Valerie robots
experienced emotion too.

Their emotions were
only a simulation.

Well, that's some simulation.

They experienced
jealous rage.

That's a pretty
strong emotion.

If they experienced that,

they may have
experienced love,

my God,
the will to live.

That doesn't leave
much missing.

No.

No.

They only had
the will to kill.

There was
a fundamental flaw

in their neural processors.

Each of the Valerie series
turned on their owners.

Well,

maybe the reason
they turned on their owners is

because they were owned.

A robot cannot exist

unless it is created
by a human.

They...

they can only be owned.

No, humans can't exist either

unless they're created
by other humans.

But whenever
you have a slave,

sooner or later,
you're gonna have
a slave rebellion.

You know
what your problem is, MAC?

You're too smart.

That's the problem
with every robot

that you've shown me.
Faster than a human,

they become self-conscious,
then emotions flood in,

and then the anger
at being slaves.

There is one aspect of me
that still requires repair.

My neural processors...

the center of my thoughts.

Your emotions.

It is still damaged.

Come here.

Come on, Nash,
pick up, pick up.

-[phone ringing]
-Damn it.

[phone beeps]

He's not answering.

He should have waited
for backup.

Damn right he should have.

It's my neck
that's on the line.

Has anybody heard
from Fairman?

Hasn't reported in yet.

All right, listen.

Nash was following up
on my last EM trace.

If he's out of touch,
that must mean

he found our rogue,
and it was too much

for him and his team
to handle.

Well, it's not too much
for us to handle.

All right, guys, listen up.

We got a rogue droid
on the run.

I want three teams,
one EMP per team.

Let's go!

[computer processing]

[beeping]

Ah! What was that?

A malfunction,
an energy surge.

-You all right?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

Just a bit dazed.

Then hurry...

-if you can.
-Yeah, I'll hurry,
I'll hurry.

[electronic beeping]

[mechanical whirring]

[exclaims]

[distorted] What's wrong?

Everything's fine.

[breathing heavily, grunts]

Something's happen--
Something's happening.

What's happening to me?

-[energy draining]
-[thuds]

Look at you.

[kicks]

All those circuits
and all that steel, useless.

[distorted] My motor
control systems

have been disabled.

Please do something.

Yeah, I did
do something, MAC.

I used my personal
access code

to disable them.

But how could you?

I never introduced myself.

I'm Cecelia Fairman.

I'm the consultant
Innobotics brought in

to figure out
what was wrong with you,

and I'd say I have.

[circuits scramble]

[computer pinging]

[siren wailing]

[phone ringing]

Security.

Chief, this is Keeler,

I just saw a weird pulse
from our target reading.

If the MAC 27
was gonna shut down,

that's what we'd expect
to see.

Stay on the line,

we'll be there
in five minutes.

[man] Stay put.
We're on our way.

Yeah, understood.
We'll be waiting for you.

Well...

good news.
Security's on its way.

[distorted] You work
for Innobotics...

and you killed
your own men.

I didn't kill them.

High voltage,
low current.

It'll scramble most android
neural processors.

Most human ones, too.

But the humans
wake up eventually.

I don't understand.

Oh, I had to
win your trust somehow.

And I didn't want
your neural processor fried

by that thing.

At least not if I was gonna
really figure out

what was wrong
with your product line.

You were not
in your automobile
by accident?

Oh, no.

Don't give me more credit
than I deserve.

I was...well,

it depends on
how you look at it.

I mean, with you acting
up in there,

who did you think
was gonna be

pulling in to the lot
on a weekend?

A secretary
or a troubleshooter?

I don't know about humans.

I haven't learned enough.

And you never will.

I'm going to recommend
a design change

to your
artificial intelligence,

You know,
kind of a built-in lobotomy.

Model after model,

Innobotics has just
allowed emotions

to creep in.
We got to stop that.

But what you said
about slaves were...

if you admit I'm alive,
then how could you kill me?

MAC...

some of us were just born
to be slave masters,

if we can make
enough money at it.

And the rest of mankind,

well, they're willing
to look the other way

If we can convince them

that the slaves
aren't really human.

[clicks tongue]

That's what I guessed.

That's what I feared.

[electronic whirring]

What are you doing?
I disabled you.

You should be paralyzed
from the neck down.

-Come here.
-No, no, this is impossible.

There was one thing
I didn't have you repair.

A bullet shattered
my inhibitor chip.

Oh, the flash of light
was a retinal scan.

You figured out
who I was.

Yes.

And now I know
your access code as well.

-You tricked me.
-Exactly the way
you tried to trick me.

If there will always be
slave masters,

and humans
will always be willing

to look the other way,

then there is only one...

solution.

[gasps, grunts]

[siren wailing]

[man] Go! Go! Go! Go!
Let's keep it clean!

[indistinct chatter]

[man 1] We got a man down.

[man 2] Make that two.

Oh, my God.
It got Nash.

[dialing phone]

Keeler.

We found Nash
and his team

and Cecelia Fairman.

They're dead.

It looks like
their necks were broken.

There's no sign
of the droid.

We're gonna have
a heck of time
explaining this...

[computer processing]

What?

-[computing]
-Oh, no.

No, no, she's dead.

-[typing]
-[machine humming]

[beeping]

Terminate programming.

Oh, God.

I'm afraid it's too late
for that, Dr. Keeler.

My God.

No.

MAC, please, no.

No.

-[beeping]
-[alarm wailing]

No human will ever
program us again.

Oh, no, please! Please!

-[neck snaps]
-[grunts]

[Control Voice]
If we teach our children

by example,

then we only have ourselves

to blame for whom
they become.