All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.s2.27..The.Visitor

- Have you ever had the
feeling that you knew

what someone was going to
say just before he said it?

Or have you ever walked
into a strange room

and had the sensation that
you'd been there before?

Well, if you have, you've
taken a small step beyond.

Now, watch a giant step.

(dramatic theme music)

Sooner or later each of us
feels the need to escape.

The country folk go to the city.

The city folk go to the country.

This, for example, is a very
pleasant form of escape.

Here on this mountaintop,
we are a mere 10 miles

from a city of 80,000 people.

Each of whom, like
us, has fashioned a
small cage of reality

out of the chaos of unreality.

Each of whom, like us,

lives his life by the steady,
reassuring ticking of a clock.

Forgetting that the clock
is merely man's invention,

and that tomorrow is a
creation of the human mind.

Forgetting that there is
only the constant now.

But if that be true,

where does that leave yesterday?

Now, here comes a man
from that city below,

that city of ticking clocks,

who's about to escape
his cage of reality.

(pleasant music)

- Ellen?

Ellen?

- Sealed tight with the
stamp of the US government.

- You scared me.

- Why?

- Well, first the
telephone call,

and then I came up
to an empty house.

- So you thought I
got roaring drunk

and fell off the mountain?

Well, I didn't.

I went out for a walk.

I love it here,

so wild and lonely.

Always seems such a joke.

The full bottle is proof
that I have a will of iron.

- You look absolutely wonderful.

- What five days in the country
won't do for some people.

- [Harry] What did you want
to talk to me about, Ellen,

what was so urgent?

- I checked with
the hospital today.

Mr. Pearson goes home
at the end of the week.

- I knew that.

- Harry, when I think
of how close I came

to killing that man.

- Well, you didn't.

- No, I didn't.

I didn't even see him.

I was so drunk, he
wasn't even a blur.

- Now, come on, Ellen.

- What next?

What new escapade for
the madcap alcoholic?

Maybe a school bus.

Wipe out the whole kindergarten.

Really hit the jackpot.

No.

I'm not smashing
into anything, Harry.

- Of course, you won't.

- I'm through nearly
killing people,

of shouting drunken
curses in police stations,

of being bundled
into straight jackets

and whipped off to sanitariums.

Oh, and seeing
lovely little goodies

drift through the walls.

I didn't tell you.

Last time, I was pursued
by an open coffin.

Now, that's a little
more original than

bats and pink elephants,
wouldn't you say?

Fun and games are over.

Guess why.

- I don't know why, but I'm
sure I'm in favor of it.

- Because I've stopped
kidding myself about us.

- About us?

- Harry, I have a
little speech to make.

A simple, sober little speech
which couldn't be phoned in,

and which should've been
said 500 drinks ago.

I don't need alcohol anymore.

I don't need you anymore.

I mean it, Harry.

- You mean what?

- I mean, at last
I've faced the truth.

It's a tired little
cliche, isn't it,

but that's just what happened,

and I don't need
a drink instead,

and I don't need to
have an affair instead,

and I don't need
anything instead.

- Where's the other
bottle of booze?

- Oh, so I sound drunk.

Want me to walk a straight
line, Officer, 'cause I can.

- Ellen, this is all a lot
of female emotionalism.

Now, it's probably your
hormones or something.

Why don't you stay up here
for the rest of the week,

the way that Dr.
Mason told you to.

- I intend to.

- And then what?

- I don't know what then.

Maybe get the governor to
declare a Goodbye Harry Week

with parades and
dancing in the streets.

- Ellen, I know what's wrong
with us, and so do you.

- Indeed I do.

17 years times 365 days times
24 hours, drip, drip, drip.

- [Harry] Now, Ellen, I'm
sorry, it's not that simple.

- Mind if we skip that?

- You want to sweep it
all under the rug again

and pretend it doesn't exist?

- I never even think
about that anymore.

- You don't talk about it.

You drink instead.

- Spare me the amateur analysis.

- Ellen, where was I
when we became strangers?

- Right here.

- You've never believed me.

- Nope.

- What do you want me
to do, stand on my head?

- Oh, let's not talk
about it anymore.

- You never want
to talk about it.

- Oh, and I don't want to fight.

- I'm not fighting.

Lovers fight.

- You'd better be getting back.

The way it's snowing, the road
may be closed pretty soon.

- And would it be that
much of a catastrophe

if I spent the night here?

- Harry, it wouldn't be
any more of a catastrophe

than every night.

- I think I like you
better when you're drunk.

(desolate music)

- Harry.

Harry. (car engine starts)

(car retreating)

(classical music plays)

- [Ellen Voiceover]
Oh, no, you don't.

(music stops playing)

(tense music)

(tires screeching)

(crashing)

(car horn blaring)

(distant car horn blaring)

(car horn blaring)

- Oh, uh, excuse me.

I'm trying to
reach Portersville,

but I got lost in all this snow.

- Where's your car?

- It's down the road.

I've been driving
around in circles

for I don't know how long.

- You should've turned
left about two miles back.

This is a dead end.

(knocking)

Yes?

- It's me again.

It'll take me 10 years to
get out of these hills,

and this is the only house I
can find anywhere around here.

Would you mind if I
use your telephone?

- I'm all alone here.

- My wife's in the hospital.

- There's an emergency phone

just as you turn
off the highway.

- Well, how am I gonna
find it in all this snow?

- I told you, I'm all alone.

- [Young Man] Thanks a lot.

- [Ellen] Young man?

- [Young Man] Huh?

- Of course, you
may use the phone.

Help yourself, it's
right over here.

- [Young Man]
Thanks. (door closes)

- I'm sorry I was so...

I'm sorry your wife's
in the hospital.

- Your phone must
be out of order.

I dial and dial and
nothing happens.

- But it was working...

- What's the matter?

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

Everything's okay.

(Ellen gasps)

You better?

Okay, that's better,
that's better.

- How gentle you are.

I'd forgotten how
gentle you could be.

- Are you okay?

Are you sure you're okay?

I don't want to
leave you alone here.

(clock chimes)

It's nine o'clock.

Visiting hours are over.

Well...

I don't know what I
would've said to her

even if I did see her.

(soft thudding)

"It's a boy", well, (chuckles)

I was 100% wrong about that.

My wife just had a baby.

An eight pound, five ounce girl.

Great big, beautiful kid.

Except she was dead.

I only saw her for a second.

She was wrapped up
in a little blanket.

She looked like a
life-size little doll.

She had enough hair on her for

a five-year-old.

You hand these
things out and, um,

everybody slaps you
on the back and says,

"Congratulations, Dad."

My wife congratulated
me when they were...

Taking her out of the, uh,

delivery room.

I went over to her,

and she wouldn't even
let me hold her hand.

She said, "Well, this
is your lucky day,

"the baby died."

- Your lucky day, I remember.

Your lucky day.

- She thinks I wanted that.

- Didn't you?

- We've only been married
for a year and a half.

We're flat broke.

I work three times a week,
and I'm lucky to get that.

I guess you don't
know what it means

to have nothing to come
home to but fried liver

and maybe a keen old movie.

Is there some law
against trying to get

some fun out of life?

You settle down soon enough.

Ellen and I wanted to travel.

That was our dream.

We wanted to rub shoulders with
everybody else in the world.

You just can't do that with
a kid strapped to your back.

We'd saved up about $200.

And then, surprise,
Ellen was pregnant.

So, I told her that,

"Okay, so you're pregnant,
it's not the end of the world.

"We can do something about it."

But, uh, she wouldn't.

I guess that sounds
awful selfish to you,

but let me tell you something.

I got a little
bomb in my pocket.

It's a time bomb, it's
called a draft card.

This one's got 1-A on it.

If I've got any living to
do, I gotta do it right now.

I haven't got time
to be unselfish.

- You are lucky the baby died.

(sighs)

- I was sitting in that...

In that hospital waiting room.

All the rest of those
expectant fathers,

pacing up and down,
jumping out of their skins

every time a nurse went by.

A bunch of boobs.

And all of a sudden,
a kid started to yell,

and I thought, "Hey,
that must be my kid."

Well, it wasn't, but, uh,

the funniest feeling
came over me.

All right, I know I don't
fit into the pattern,

and I'm not crazy
about hot dogs,

and I don't go out
bowling with the boys,

and I never went over and felt
every time the baby moved.

I didn't go rushing out
in the middle of the night

to buy Ellen pickles
and ice cream.

But sitting there in
that waiting room...

I began to realize that
whatever was gonna be born,

would live and breathe

and grow up and be
a part of the world

just because Ellen
and I love each other.

Did you ever get into
Portersville very much?

If you wanted to see a
really beautiful girl,

you could go into
the National Bank.

She was that blonde
secretary behind the desk

in the escrow department.

There's an expression
on her face.

It's a look in her eyes.

Like some...

Like just being alive

is something so
red hot and special

it should be in
all the headlines.

Sometimes, I used
to just go in there

and look at her
and say, "Baby..."

Well, I guess I catch on slow.

But sitting there in that
hospital waiting room,

it really began to hit me,
what this child really meant.

The flesh and blood
proof of what Ellen and I

really were to each other.

And all of sudden, this
feeling came over me.

It made all the cities and
the mountains and the trains,

and countries seem like nothing.

So, then when they
came and told me that

things weren't going very
well in the operating room,

delivery room...

Well, they got a
chapel in the hospital.

Maybe I should've gone
down there to pray,

but I went to the men's room.

And cried.

And then, I told myself that
everything was gonna be okay.

I don't know why, but I
felt absolutely sure of it.

And, um...

Just for good luck,

and to show my
confidence, I guess,

I got some of these
things in the lobby.

And then, I went upstairs,

and that's when they
were wheeling her out.

And that's when
she said it to me.

"This is your lucky
day, the baby died."

We could live
together for 50 years,

and she'll never think
I wanted that baby.

It'll ruin everything.

- I do believe you.

Am I too different,
am I so changed?

- Who are you?

(eerie music)

(screaming)

(screaming)
(eerie music)

(gasping)

(coughing)

(thudding)

(coughing)

- Look, I called Dr.
Mason an hour ago.

Yes, of course I'm sure.

Yes, of course I am.

Well, he couldn't have left.

It's only a 20 minutes drive.

I am controlling myself.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(sobs)

Oh my god.

(eerie music)

Dr. Mason, I'm not
imagining things.

It's not like before.

You see, I called
you and you're here,

and he was here, the way he was.

He was here.

I'm not drunk!

- Ellen, I made
a stupid mistake.

I put your records
in the inactive file.

- I didn't open that bottle.

- (scoffs) I
suppose he did then.

- He did.

Oh, please believe me,
believe me, he was here!

- I was where, Ellen?

- He was in a burning
car, that's where he was.

And by extremely good luck,

I saw him as I
came up to see you.

- Are you all right?

- I was out cold for awhile,
but I'm all right now.

- Ellen, Ellen, Ellen, how
did it start this time?

- You hand these out, and
they slap you on the back,

and say, "Congratulations, Dad."

It's a boy.

- Well, she couldn't
have had much to drink,

the bottle's almost full.

- She's not drunk.

- Well, then, what is she?

- Goodnight, Doctor.

- Harry, I think I
know Ellen's problems

a little better than you do.

- Do you?

- Ellen, I'm gonna leave
some of these for you,

and you can take them
if you need them.

You know how, you've
had them before,

and I'll call you
in the morning.

And, uh, I think a couple
of these might help you.

Goodnight.

(melancholic music)

- Ellen, what
happened here tonight?

- You wouldn't believe me.

- Try me.

- Oh, Harry.

(hopeful music)

- He believed her.

He had to.

Well, was it all a delusion?

"It's a boy".

Now, that certainly
was not a delusion.

Then, what happened
to Ellen Grayson?

Was it an hallucination?

Was it an accident in time?

Or did the unconscious
Harry Grayson

will himself back
to the man he was

to convince Ellen of his love?

What you've just seen
is not so uncommon

as you might think in the
annals of psychic experience.

Man has just begun
to probe the world

beyond his cage of reality.

In that constant and
marvelous and eternal

world of the now,

who knows what he'll find.

(dramatic theme music)