All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s02e10 Jonathan

Hiya. I'm not Hitchcock.

I'm Alfred. He's standing.

Someone has to stand here while the
lights and the cameras are adjusted and

that stuff, see?

And the old boy just don't have the
time.

I got the job because I look like him.

That's what they say, but not to my
face.

I'll see that rolling him in.

Suppose I look like that when I'm his
age?

That will be all, Alfred.

Out of it there, see?

Daddy -o.

Cheeky fellow, isn't he?

Unfortunately, he may soon be more than
a stand -in. We are planning to send out

a second company to two other provinces,
and Alfred will play my part, which

brings us to tonight's thrilling
shocker. It is called Jonathan.

Everything Jonathan ever told me, I
remember.

Even what he said about the water in the
boathouse.

Was I five or six when I asked him about
mother?

The waves, he said.

Your mother's dying was like the waves,
drawn away by a tide.

No longer an individual wave, but once
again a part of a total surface.

Every important moment of my life.

There's a moment I had with Jonathan.

Every incident, everything in this room
is a memory of Jonathan.

This table.

We made it together.

It took nearly six months because
Jonathan insisted it had to be perfect.

And this.

For the men's doubles at the club.

We'd lost the first set and we were down
four games in the second.

And Jonathan looked at me with that
funny little grin he had as much as to

all right, Gil, it's all right.

There's still time and we can do it.

And we did.

We were the perfect team. I wouldn't
even call him dad or father like the

kids did. To me, he was always Jonathan.

Jonathan, I was right about Rosine.

She made you think I was spoiled and
unreasonable.

Gil!

I expected you hours ago.

Hello, Rosie.

I read your wire on the way down.

Jonathan dead. Please come.

In sorrow.

Couldn't you even use the whole ten
words?

Well, I tried to call you while he was
ill, but nobody could locate you in

Mexico.

Then yesterday, he had a relapse. I took
a chance. You'd gone back to the

university, and I...

Why are you there?

In sorrow.

I like that part.

I thought that was the best part.

Yeah.

I know how you must feel.

On top of everything else, you're
probably exhausted after that all -night

drive. I stopped at the funeral parlor
on the way down.

Looks fine.

Well laid out.

That's the right phrase.

I delayed the funeral to wait for you.

That was very thoughtful of you.

The man in the gray flannel shroud, the
usher, told me it'll be tomorrow.

Tomorrow, he said.

And all the while, he was looking out
the window, seeing how they were doing

with the big black limousine, getting it
shined up.

By tomorrow, they ought to have a pretty
high gloss on it.

Don't you think, Rosine?

You know, this isn't pleasant for me
either.

Jonathan lies in a box.

And you're left with nothing.

Nothing but your youth.

Your looks.

The car, this house, the furs and the
jewels.

No, it isn't pleasant for you at all, is
it, Rosine?

I am trying to remind myself that you're
his son.

And it's for that reason that I am not
going to lose my temper, Gil. Does your

heart feel heavy that he's lying in the
vault next to my mother?

Do you feel badly that there's room for
Jonathan, but there is no room for you?

Maybe you want my little niche, too.

You've taken everything else.

Take that.

And you're welcome to it.

You made such a perfect team.

In everything.

Tennis.

Golf.

Swimming. Everything.

All these cups.

And you won them all together, I know.

Do you?

You really know?

Yes.

Yes, I know how much you meant to each
other.

You never gave me a chance to forget it.
I remember when we won this one.

It was the doubles at the men's club.

Didn't take you long, Rosine.

Tie him in knots.

Or untie me.

Gil, that was for your own good.

He wanted you to have friends your own
age to live your own lives, stand on

own two feet. So you could stand on his.

Well, he was entitled to something of
his own, too.

Something of his own, too?

I remember when he said the same words.

I thought they were his words, and
something inside of me died when he said

them.

They were your words, weren't they?

From the very beginning, they were your
words.

I remember what it was.

We were out on the lake, Jonathan and I.

And it was just when we were coming up
to the boathouse.

There we go.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

I've been warning you for a long time to
get yourself a younger partner.

The team's only as good as its weakest
player in it.

Looks like I'm just about had it.

But I can remember a time not too long
ago when I could take you at least three

out of four sets on the tennis court.

Three out of five, John.

All right.

I'm going to swim with you on my back
out to that island.

Bring me home, too.

Yeah. Look, son, you go back to college
next week.

I want you to make friends.

Not like last year, understand?

I'm not going back, Jonathan.

What do you mean you're not going back?

Look, I, uh, talked to Dr. Mack about
your hut.

Oh.

Well, he told you, huh?

He also told you that this wasn't too
serious.

Provided I took it easy.

Sure, I could go on for years, but not
with you hanging around here watching

every move I make.

Elser, back to school for you, and this
time you're going to be one of the gang

and mix with the fellas. Dad, I hate
school.

I hate the fellas in it.

You give it another try.

It'll be all right. You'll see. But
they're so immature. They're so stupid.

Jonathan, compared to you, they're just
plain dull.

That's very flattering, son, but it's
not the case at all, and you know it.

But it is.

Look. Yeah?

Suppose that I forget school.

Suppose that you and I take off
somewhere.

Like Mexico.

Mexico?

Look here, young fella, I've got an
office and I work in it, remember?

How do you think I support us?

I'm sorry.

No, son, I want you to go out and meet
some nice girls your own age, have a

ball, have fun. I don't want to be with
girls my own age.

What would you do if I went off and I
lived my own life?

Well, I'd probably settle down and then
marry again.

Marry?

Kill him.

Your mother died 18 years ago.

And during that time, I never thought I
could meet another woman that I would

really care for.

I thought that, you know, you and I had
such a great life together that you

wouldn't even want to... Sure, son, of
course we do, but... You know, when a

gets to be about my age, he... He misses
having a woman around to fuss over him,

put him in his place.

Besides, uh... A man is entitled to
something of his own.

You know such a woman?

Yes.

Oh.

And you intend marrying her, is that it?

That's right.

Son, I didn't mean to break this news to
you just like this, but maybe it's

better. It's all right.

Very surgical.

The operation was a success.

There's hardly any bleeding.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, son.

Who is she?

My secretary.

I think you'll like her.

She had a pretty rough time from her
first husband.

What does she look like?

I think she's very lovely.

When are you getting married?

Next month.

That's why I want you to begin
developing your own life.

Be with your friends.

With kids your own age.

It's my own age.

Gil, you just don't... Oh, she fooled
you!

Wasn't it enough for you that she was
married before?

She did not fool me. She loves me very
much. I love her and so will you. Well,

hate her.

And I always will hate her.

And I wish she were dead.

There is nothing I could do to prevent
you from marrying Jonathan.

I couldn't compete with you, Rosine.

Well, I tried to be friendly, Gil.

I'll see you at the funeral tomorrow.

You're not staying here in the house?

With you.

You hate me that much, huh?

All right.

I'll go to a hotel and you stay here.

Well, after all, he left you the house
that belongs to you.

You know the contents of the will.

That's interesting.

Yes, he read it to me last year.

I see.

Well, Rosina, I shan't ever live in this
house again.

You may have it.

The tennis courts, the lake, the lock,
stock and barrel.

Isn't there anything you want to ask me?

About your father?

No.

But how did he die?

And why?

Where were you, Rosie, when he had a
relapse?

No questions.

Just the overwhelming, driving need to
know.

How did you manage to kill him?

Here you are.

Go ahead, drink it. It'll do you good.

Sherry, it's kind of an unusual drink
for you.

Why?

It's so mild.

You see, I knew about your drinking,
Rosina, the week after you married him.

I didn't want to...

I didn't say anything to him because I
knew how much it would hurt him. Well, I

doubt if he'd have believed you.

Like most of your ideas, it's a fantasy
in your mind. Because I drink neither

more nor less than most people.

Well, I thought the funeral was very
simple and dignified, didn't you?

Just the way your father would have
liked it.

It was a good show, Rosine.

Can't you say one sentence that isn't
horrible?

All through the whole thing. To the
mocked sermon.

To the mocked tears.

I watched you.

I could see the wheels going around
inside your head.

Jonathan Dalliford is gone.

In a few more moments, mourning will be
officially over.

Sorrow will be officially ended. Oh, I
don't have to listen. I think you'd

better. Will you stop threatening me?

Stay here, Rosine.

My father was a very wealthy man.

He left not only you, but me.

Very well provided for.

So that I don't have to worry about
anything for the rest of my life.

Except the answers to some very
important questions.

Where was his lovely wife when he had a
relapse?

Oh, I think you already know those
answers, don't you, from Dr. Mack?

Now, weren't you satisfied with his
answers?

You fooled Jonathan, you probably found
it easy to fool Dr. Mack.

How did you kill him?

I didn't.

My father did not die from a coronary...
Oh, you're questioning Dr. Mack's word.

You must have done it before I left for
Mexico. Why did you go to Mexico, Gil?

Now, you knew that Jonathan and I were
coming back from our vacation.

We expected to find you here.

Why did you run off to Mexico? Well,
that ought to be obvious.

Couldn't stand being here and watching
you.

My friend, Don, really put him through
it that last day.

He was staying here in the house with
me. He was very anxious to meet you and

Jonathan.

Put an end to that.

That was right here in this room.

Well, where the devil did you disappear
to?

Town shopping.

Intelligently, I can see.

More intelligent than this is the jalopy
I just bought.

Jalopy? Yeah.

It's out in the driveway.

Let's hope that it gets us to Mexico
City.

Mexico City?

Have you flipped? No.

It was you who praised the virtues and
the vices of Mexico City.

Well, sure, but I was... All right,
let's take off.

We'll drive down and have a ball and
stay through the summer.

Hey, what's this all about?

You invited me up here as a guest until
Labor Day. Yeah.

Well, it's been swell, but your father
and Rosine get home tomorrow. I don't

want to be here when they arrive.

Look, Gil, it's none of my business, but
don't you think... Don, you want to go

down or not?

Not fine. You stay here. You create
them. I'll go down alone.

All right, I'll go with you.

Buddy.

Hey, let's not leave that behind.

This is a present.

French brandy. It's very expensive.

Enough to drown the sows of a lifetime.

That's for us. A present? Mm -hmm.
That's the first anniversary day after

tomorrow.

I thought you told me Jonathan never
drinks. Oh, no, well, he doesn't.

But his wife likes a few more than he
suspects.

I don't get it. Well, don't you?

Look, Jonathan doesn't drink.

Well, with this, the lady will know that
I'm wise to her drinking.

Huh? Come on, let's go look at the car.

And so, Rosine, I spent all those dull
weeks in Mexico City.

Came back to school and got your
telegram.

Well, that's interesting. It doesn't
answer my question.

Oh, it will.

I'll be back in a few days.

Well, where are you going?

Back to college, close up my room, say
goodbye to formal education.

Quitting? Yep.

Why?

Only stayed in the first place because
Jonathan wanted me to.

Now I have enough money not to have to
study medicine or law or even industry.

At present, I'm interested in only one
profession.

Criminal investigation.

Do you think I have a plan for it?

Good gracious.

Mr. Gill.

You startled me. Hi, Mrs. Duffin. I
didn't know you were expected home

Well, I wasn't.

Is Mrs. Duffin in?

No, she left hours ago.

She didn't even have her dinner.

It's a good brand, Gil.

Oh, don't you want to keep it?

Oh, Gil, now you're going to leave me
here all by myself.

This big house with all my money.

Here.

Now you take that.

You hold it.

Cherish it.

Well, you've been wondering what
happened, haven't you?

You've been a little too afraid to ask.

Do you know now, or do you want me to
tell you?

Yes, I was fond of Jonathan.

I really tried to make that marriage
work.

The two of you were so close that it was
a little difficult for anybody else to

get into the game.

And I guess we both knew that the
marriage wasn't going to work if it

two of you up completely.

Come here. Look at me.

Well, you were pretty smart.

Not quite smart enough.

Oh, Gil, if you'd only been here to
greet Jonathan instead of running off to

Mexico.

Now you'd have seen that he couldn't do
without you.

He didn't really need me.

See, you almost won. You didn't even
know it.

Because you hated me more than you loved
him.

So before you went to Mexico, you bought
me that nice bottle of brandy.

Oh, I appreciated that gift.

I saved it.

You know, Jonathan used to brag about
how well you were doing in chemistry.

He said that you had finally found
something that really interested you.

Well, he was so right, wasn't he, Gil?

You know, Dr. Mack prescribed alcohol
for Jonathan after he had his heart

attack. So I used to give him a highball
every now and then.

Oh, he enjoyed that.

He was getting so much better.

He was so excited about your coming back
from Mexico.

Making all sorts of plans for the two of
you, which didn't include me.

Well, then I knew you'd won.

And I'd be left with nothing.

So I just suggested that he have one
little drink of your brandy.

And that bottle that you intended for
me.

Well, I had noticed that cellophane was
torn. There was just that tiny little

pinprick in the cork.

Took hours for it to work.

I thought maybe I'd been wrong about
you.

But I hadn't.

Now, why did you do that?

I wasn't going to turn you over to the
police.

After all, they couldn't possibly have
anything on me, could they, Gil?

I didn't put the poison in the bottle.

I was just following doctor's orders.

So it was you, Gil.

You killed Jonathan.

You're going to have to remember that
for the rest of your life.

Those of you who like to see nasty
people receive their comeuppance will be

delighted with the result of tonight's
tale.

Gil took his story to the police and he
and Rosine were promptly punished.

She for murder and he for intent to
murder.

There is, however, a brighter side to
all this.

Both have become model prisoners.

This concludes tonight's divertissement.

but please remain tuned to this channel.
I am not familiar with the program

which follows, nor the one after that,
but I have seen the story we are

presenting next time, and I think it's
worth waiting for. Good night.