All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s02e05 None Are So Blind

Good evening.

The entertainment industry is always
crying for new faces.

I've decided to give them one.

Not that there's anything wrong with the
old one.

In fact, I think it's rather good.

Well, it could have been worse. What if
I had cracked?

Let's see. Here's the one.

always wanted to be someone else.

That won't do.

I look like a nearsighted heartthrob.

By an odd coincidence, we have a story
about a man who decided to be someone

other than himself.

And by an equally odd coincidence, it is
rehearsed and ready to start.

Here it is.

suppose you could say it began that
Easter Sunday.

I was spending the weekend at my Aunt
Muriel's house in Norwich, Connecticut,

place I was forced to spend many
weekends.

Not that I found my aunt's company
particularly congenial far from it, but

food was fair, and even she didn't have
the effrontery to charge me for my

visits. Not that she wasn't capable of
doing even that.

As a matter of fact, nothing my aunt did
would be too surprising.

But that weekend, she went too far, even
for a person of good natured as myself.

Can't you see my problem?

The shop is a veritable gold mine.

But when you work with Abjadar, you have
to begin slowly.

I don't think we'd better discuss the
antique shop anymore, Seymour.

I simply cannot let you have any more
money.

Well, I know it's true I wasn't cut out
to be a businessman, but the shop is

different. Now, it might interest you to
know... I'll tell you what it would

interest me to know.

Just what you think you are cut out for,
Seymour?

You don't understand.

I should have lived in the Renaissance
or some other period when refinement and

culture and taste really meant
something. I doubt if there was ever a

history when men could enjoy those
things without money.

Well, if it comes to that, if dear Papa
hadn't left all the money to you instead

of to me, I would have money.

Your father was a very sensible man,
Seymour.

He felt he must force you to make your
own way for a while. He thought it might

put some sense into your head about
money.

It's a pity Father didn't have any
understanding of what I'm really like.

Oh, you're wrong, Seymour.

Really, you are.

Perception and sensitivity don't seem to
run on your side of the family.

He couldn't help it any more than you
can.

Ordinarily, I'm a fairly good -natured
person, Seymour, but I find it

to spend any time with you and remain
that way.

Is it possible that you are suffering
from a feeling of guilt?

You mean guilt about the money? No.

I'm only grateful you live in the city
and aren't around to embarrass me all

time. Why should I embarrass anyone?

Oh, Seymour.

Your affectations.

Don't you see how people around here
laugh at you all the time? What people?

never see them, much less care what they
think.

The only way I could possibly survive in
this so -called civilization is

not to see anything unpleasant.

Just pretend it doesn't exist.

Oh, I give up.

Don't tell me you're running out of good
advice.

No, out of patience.

I thought that was something that you
and father had an inexhaustible supply

No one could have enough patience to put
up with you, Seymour.

Because of all the vain, silly,
egotistical, unattractive...

Of course, everyone has a right to his
own opinion, but... Unfortunately,

in the minority.

I'm going upstairs.

Seymour, do you realize that when you're
in a room with a person, you not only

get into a position where you can admire
yourself in a mirror, but where the

person with you can only see what you
call your best angle? It is my best

Oh, stop it.

I never heard such nonsense in my life.
Good heavens, this sort of thing is bad

enough in a woman, but in a man it's...
Well, it's embarrassing.

At your age.

Do you think it's wise to get yourself
upset like that? It might not be good

your health.

Don't worry about my health, Seymour.

Though I've no doubt you've given a good
deal of thought to it.

Why shouldn't I be concerned? After all,
you are my aunt.

Don't waste your time worrying about my
health, Seymour.

I know you can't wait to get your hands
on the money.

My dear Aunt Muriel, that is almost a
vulgar remark.

A little vulgarity in your nature would
be a very healthy thing.

That's beside the point at the moment.

Now, there's never been any secret of
the fact that the money is yours when I

die. But I wouldn't waste my time if I
were you, Seymour, waiting for it. It

take a long time.

You might just as well make up your
mind. If you want any more money, you've

to go to work. What about my shop?

Your shop is just an excuse not to work.

Now, thank you not to make derogatory
remarks about that shop, Aunt Muriel.

you or will you not give me that money?
No.

Not one cent.

Not one cent of the money do you get
while I'm alive.

I didn't answer her.

I simply smiled.

Obviously, there would have been no
point in prolonging the discussion with

any further. For while I had no
intention of descending to her level and

bickering about anything as sordid as
money, it was at that moment I made up

mind. Now there was no alternative.

I would simply have to murder my aunt.

I moved slowly, discarding plan after
plan as unworthy, until one day when I

eating, certainly not enjoying my meager
lunch, it happened.

It was a wallet.

A wallet, obviously dropped by someone
else.

My first thought was it might contain
money.

A shocking comment on the position my
aunt had placed me in.

However, it contained only a driver's
license.

But after my first disappointment, I
realized suddenly that fate had placed

solution in my hands.

As I looked down at the license, the
whole plan came to me.

Complete and perfect in every detail.

Seymour, why on earth did you drag me
down here in the middle of the

And why are you closing the shop at this
hour?

A, I want to talk to you.

B, I don't wish to be disturbed.

If you mean by a customer, I don't think
there's much danger.

If I wasn't in such a good humor today,
I might be a little annoyed by your

attitude.

I'm terrified.

I'm also getting extremely impatient.

What's so special about this afternoon?

Don't tell me your aunt had the decency
to die.

Not quite.

Let me ask you something, Liza.

Have you ever been presented with a
large, complex idea, complete,

down to the last detail?

I wouldn't know.

Ideas aren't my specialty.

Like leisurely unwrapping a large
Christmas parcel full of the most

surprises.

I've almost forgotten what that's like.

I've been going with you for so long
now, Seymour.

That's unworthy of you, Liza.

You've always known that even if things
are a little tight now, as soon as I...

As soon as your aunt dies, it'll all be
different.

The only trouble is, by the time she
does, if she ever does, we'll both be so

old it won't matter.

I never worry about age.

I have the kind of bone structure that
lasts.

Well, I haven't.

I want my share of the cake now.

That's right. You don't have that kind
of bone structure.

For your information, I've about decided
not to sit around here any longer

admiring your bone structure.

There's no point in both of us doing the
same thing. If an answer to your voice

lies, it means you want a quarrel.

You know how I abhor quarreling.

Then suppose you stop talking in circles
and tell me what this is all about.

Let me ask you one more question.

What, in your opinion, is the most
important thing in the world?

Money. I'm serious.

All right, I'll play.

What is the most important thing?

It's not money.

It's not taste or personality or
distinctive features.

It's a passport.

A what?

A passport.

An official document. A social security
card. A driver's license. In other

words, an identification.

Because it is only by an official
identification that we really exist.

I don't get it.

Sit down.

Why, did you know what that is?

A driver's license.

Correct.

California driver's license in the name
of Antonio Bertani. I found it quite by

accident at lunchtime.

Pity it wasn't a hundred dollar bill.

It's worth a great deal more than that.

With this license, I can create a
person.

A person who will do exactly what I
require of him.

Would it interest you to know that I
have no idea what you're talking about?

How can you be so stupid?

My dear Liza, don't you understand that
with this license, anybody can become

Mr. Bertani?

He can buy a car and register it in his
name.

He can rent a house in some little town,
let's say in New Jersey. Now, wait a

minute. I want to be sure I've got this
all straight.

You're going to hire someone to
impersonate this Bertani.

Bertani. My dear Liza, it is not a
question of impersonation.

I shall create a fictitious person by
the name of Bertani who will do anything

want him to do, including the all
-important last act, my aunt's demise.

And who, if I may be so bold, is going
to play the part?

I am.

You?

Me.

Liza, why are you laughing?

I can't help it. It's too funny.

I fail to see any humor in the situation
whatsoever.

I don't doubt it, Seymour.

Humor was never your strong point.

Honestly, I can't take it seriously.

I can't do anything but laugh.

As a matter of fact, at this moment, I
can't think of anyone in the world who's

safer than your aunt.

I had no intention of allowing her
attitude to stop me.

The only effect it had was that I made a
mental note that at my convenience,

Liza, too, would have to go.

Meanwhile, I wasted no time putting my
plan in operation.

I purchased those items necessary for my
disguise.

The actual creation of the good Signor
Bertani was extremely simple.

I had only to use my purchases
skillfully.

I was no longer Seymour Johnston, but
Antonio Bertani.

Mr. Bertani? Yes?

I'm your neighbor. What do you want?

I'm soliciting funds for our new church
order. I don't give to any churches.

Oh, I'm sorry. And what's more, I don't
like to be bothered. You can tell that

to your friends.

Well, really... And don't let it happen
again.

I... I had no doubt as to how she would
describe Signor Bertani when the police

finally traced him there.

I made the same impression on other
neighbors during the weekends I spent in

that ghastly little apartment during the
summer.

Then with this last purchase in
Bertani's name, I was ready.

The plan was complete, but for the final
act, the murder of my aunt.

I was full of satisfaction as I arrived
on the grounds of my aunt's estate in

the car I had purchased in the good
Bertani's name.

or that i perhaps call him the bad
britanny has something very satisfying

drawing to the end of an extremely
complicated and delicate operation i hid

car in the bushes a short distance from
the house and since my plan called for

to be found there by the police i made
certain the wheels were deeply embedded

in the soft earth then i walked the rest
of the way to the house

The evening went as usual with an
endless lecture of my failings.

In a way, I was glad of this.

For it reaffirmed the rightness of what
she was forcing me to do.

What are you looking at me like that
for, Seymour?

I was just thinking how nice you look
this evening.

I see.

You sound unconvinced.

I am.

As a matter of fact, everything you've
done this evening has been very

unconvincing.

You've been more peculiar than usual.

I thought I'd been particularly
charming.

You have been trying to be.

Trying? Yes.

You're the most exasperating woman I've
ever known.

I don't know why I put up with you.

It's the other way around, isn't it?
This is my house, Seymour.

I'm the one putting up with you.

Yes, it is your house.

Temporarily. Yes, temporarily.

Oh, it's silly of me to play this game
with you. What game?

I know perfectly well what's wrong with
you tonight.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't you think I know that it was you
who sent me that silly letter?

Letter?

What letter?

The letter threatening my life.

Unless I pay $10 ,000 by the first of
the month to some man by the name of

Antonio Bertani.

No one else in the world would think of
anything so childish.

My dear Aunt Muriel, if you've received
a letter threatening your life, don't

you think you ought to go to the police
about it?

The police?

Of course.

If your life is in danger, shouldn't the
police know about it?

So that's what you wanted.

You wanted me to take it to the police.

Well, now I... Oh,

Seymour, it isn't possible.

Don't tell me you were planning to kill
me and then have it blamed on some

fictitious character that you invented.

You'll find that amusing.

Oh, it's wrong of me to laugh, I know.

It's so silly and childish and typical
of you.

What have you done with the letter?

What have you done with it? I put it in
the waste paper basket. What else would

I do with it?

Now, what are you doing?

Shut the desk drawer.

This has gone far enough.

That's right. So it has.

You're right. I did send that letter.
And I did want you to turn it in to the

police. It will be just as well if they
find it in that drawer. It will serve as

a motive.

You don't have to worry about paying up
by the first of the month. Don't worry.

You won't be overdue.

Now, put that thing down, Seymour. You
might hurt yourself.

Dear Aunt Muriel, always so concerned
with other people's welfare.

What was that noise?

I don't know, sir. That's what I came to
find out. It sounded like a shot.

That's impossible. It must have been a
car backfiring.

First we'd better look.

Good heavens.

Oh, sir.

Poor Mrs.

Drummond. How could such a thing happen?

There's a man out there. Who?

Don't worry. I'll get him.

It all worked beautifully, just as I had
planned.

But then, of course, if you're
intelligent to plan well, it always

I started the motor, even though I knew
the car was deeply embedded in the soft

ground.

And then as I left the gun in the car,
my work was done.

I had nothing else to do but return to
the house, call the police, and act the

part of the bereaved nephew.

I'm so ashamed, Inspector. I mean, to
think I had so little courage.

You mean you could have caught him?
Well, I don't know about that. I heard a

sound at the gate and I... Well,
frankly, I was frightened. You see, I

remembered he had a gun.

I was simply afraid.

What happened then?

Well, I waited at the gate for a while.

And then I heard a car start up back in
the woods.

I went toward it.

Not very fast, I'm afraid.

Well, did you get a look at the cars
that came out?

It didn't come out.

What do you mean it didn't?

It's not still there. Well, yes, I heard
someone starting the motor... Never

mind. Tell me the rest on the way. Come
on.

When we returned to the house, the
detective found the letter in the deck

seemed dissatisfied not only with it,
but also with everything.

He was that kind of person, an
unnaturally suspicious, pleasureless

depressed me even to talk to.

However, although it wasn't necessary, I
decided it would be a nice touch to win

him. Didn't your aunt ever tell you she
was receiving this sort of thing?

Never. I don't understand it.

We were so close.

She never had any secrets from me. Well,
as far as that goes, I know your aunt

pretty well myself. I would have thought
she told me.

That's so strange.

Why should anybody want to blackmail
Aunt Muriel?

I mean, she had nothing to hide.

Well, I imagine we'll find the answer to
that when we trace the car and the gun.

Well, I imagine that won't be too
difficult for you. I suppose you're very

experienced at that kind of thing.

It's my job.

Good morning, Inspector.

Have you found out anything?

We've traced the car, Mr. Johnston.

Then you have traced the murderer.

Have you arrested him? Well, not yet.

But I think we're pretty close.

Of course, he wasn't at home when we
paid him a visit.

His name was Bertani.

Have you ever heard that name, Mr.
Johnston?

Bertani.

Isn't that the name of the man who wrote
my aunt that letter threatening her

life? I wondered if you'd remember.

In any case, we found that he lived over
in New Jersey.

The people there thought that he was
hiding out.

Well, he certainly won't go back there.
Didn't they give you a description of

it? Oh, yes.

We got a description.

A very complete description.

Well, then you shouldn't have any
difficulty in picking him up.

We don't expect to.

Why are you staring at me?

Because I can't believe it.

I'm looking right at you and I can't
believe it.

Mr. Johnston.

I think I told you that your aunt and I
were very good friends.

She used to talk to me a good deal about
you. I wouldn't pay any attention to

anything she might have said. Tell me.

Why is it when you're talking to
someone, you always keep your right

turned away?

I wasn't aware of it. I didn't... Just a
minute.

I remember that once she told me that
when anything annoyed you, you simply

pretended that it wasn't there.

She said you were able to do it.

So that you never really saw anything
you didn't want to see.

Well, what's so dreadful about that?

There's nothing dreadful about it.

It's just a little difficult when you
want to disguise yourself.

And you've managed to convince yourself
that something isn't there.

So you don't bother to disguise that.

Particularly something as conspicuous as
that birthmark of yours.

Poor Seymour.

It couldn't have happened to a more
deserving person.

I've decided not to be someone else
after all. If I won't be myself, who

However, allow me to indulge my
exhibitionist tendencies with this quick

demonstration.

The Alfred Hitchcock of today.

The Alfred Hitchcock of 30 years ago.

The secret of this transformation is
rather simple.

I just removed my wallet.

And now I shall remove myself.

But soon I shall return with another
story.

Good night.