All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s02e16 Nightmare in 4-D

Good evening.

Tonight's play is entitled Nightmare in
4D.

It will be presented in only two
dimensions, however.

We could present it in 3D. In fact, we
did in America, but the viewers kept

getting involved, and during one of the
more violent scenes, we lost half our

audience. We wouldn't want that to
happen here.

In this case, 4D indicates the number of
an apartment, and Nightmare in 4D

concerns the goings -on in that
apartment.

The goings -on will begin going on in
just a moment.

All right. Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Clark.

You're a life saver.

Here, that one. Oh, no, no, I can manage
this one. That's much too heavy for

you. Well, let me get the elevator.

Oh, I'll get that, too.

I don't know how you do it. Oh, it's
nothing for an old cliff dweller.

Say, Miss Elliot, I haven't seen you
around lately.

Must be two weeks now.

Well, didn't I tell you?

I got my first break, a Broadway
musical.

No. Yes, we started rehearsals last
Monday. That's wonderful.

Well, I suppose you'll get to be a big
star now and forget all about your old

friends. Well, I won't forget about you,
Mr. Parker.

You're about the only friend I have.

Here, I'll get the bus. Well,

you don't know how hard it is being
alone in a big city.

Oh, go on.

I'll bet you have company all the time.
You didn't buy all this stuff just for

yourself. Champagne?

Oh, a friend of mine's coming by this
evening to help me rehearse my song.

Uh -huh.

Okay, you know.

If I thought you'd go to opening night,
I'd send you a ticket.

Well, you just try to keep me away.

Of course I'll come.

I'll take him in for you. No, no, no.
Now I can get them. You think you can

handle them? Uh -huh. All right.

There you are. Thanks so much.

You're very welcome.

Bye. Bye.

How are you, Mr. Parker?

Never felt better, Charlie. How's
everything in your happy life, huh? Oh,

know, bottles and cans, cans and
bottles.

That's the way it goes.

That's the old fight, boy.

You going up?

Yeah, going up. Going down. I don't
care.

You're late.

I stopped to help a young lady with her
packages.

Well, aren't we the Boy Scout?

Who was it?

Tenant in 3D.

Oh, that one.

She's got every man in the building
turning handsprings.

What, did you expect me to let the
packages fall all over the floor?

Well, I thought you might stand on your
head for it here.

I was merely being neighborly.

Your dinner will be ready in a minute,
lover boy.

You know what would be fun to have with
dinner?

No, what?

Champagne.

Are you kidding?

I think there's some cooking sherry
left.

No, thanks.

You're safe now, Miss Elliot.

That is a good thing I got here on time.

Bronson! You and your dirty gang.

Well, you'll get me.

But remember, there's still nine bullets
in this Luger, and I intend to take a

few of you with me.

What happened? I think you took a few of
them with you.

Oh.

Oh, I had it.

Terrible nightmare.

You always do when you read this stuff.

This one was terrible.

This terrible.

What time is it?

It's after midnight.

Well, I think I'll read a little.

Not in here, you won't.

I sat around all evening and listened to
you snore. Now I'm going to sleep.

Well, I'm not.

Maybe I can get a good movie on the late
show.

Keep the volume down. You'll have Mrs.
Bolton pounding on the ceiling again.

All right.

All right, all right. Don't wake up the
whole house.

Oh, Miss Elliott.

Mr. Parker, I'm awfully sorry to bother
you, but...

Well, I saw your light on the fire
escape.

Well, that's all right. Is something
wrong? Yes.

Something's happened and I don't know
what to do.

I was hoping... Listen, could you come
down to my apartment?

You mean right now?

It's two o 'clock in the morning.

Can't it wait till tomorrow? No,
tomorrow would be too late.

There's nobody else I can turn to.

Nobody I can depend on.

Well, if it's an emergency, you just
give me a minute to get dressed. No, no,

no, no, please. There isn't time for
that.

But if anybody saw me going in your...
And 2 a .m. In the morning just like

but he knows you're a perfect gentleman
Please I need your help

Well, all right Well,

I guess we really ought to have some
light What

seems to be the trouble

Who's that?

Bill Nielsen.

Oh, that piano player in 2A.

Yes. He was just helping me rehearse my
song when it happened. And I can't move

him.

Well, let's pour a little cold water on
him.

He hasn't been drinking.

Then why's he lying there?

I think he's dead.

Dead?

He just passed out or something.

He was shot.

You mean with a gun?

From out there.

He was just pouring his champagne when
somebody shot him from right here.

See?

Miss Elliot, that's murder.

I know it is.

We better call the police right away.
No, no, no. You've got to help me get

out of here. You mean carry him?

Well, he's too heavy for me to lift.

And you're strong.

Miss Elliot, we can't do... Moving a
dead body will get in trouble with the

police. The police never even have to
know that he was here.

Nobody knows he was visiting me.

We could put him down in the basement.
Miss Elliot, I can't get involved in a

murder. I'm a married man.

If I did a thing like that, people would
think we were... What would people

think of me if he's found here?

My reputation would be ruined.

Now listen, Harry. If this gets out,
they'll take me out of the show.

I already wrote home and I told my
family all about it.

And now this.

Oh, please help me.

Well, maybe we could drag him out in the
hall.

It would be so much safer in the
basement.

And nobody would ever know.

And I won't lose my part.

Oh, couldn't we just see if we could
lift him?

You grab his hands.

Now, pull as hard as you can.

Here we go.

Here we go.

I'll turn him.

Oh, gee. Now, hold him.

Hold him.

Now, let him go.

Okay, I'll get the door.

The rug's all covered in blood.

You'll have to think about that later.

You can put him down now.

Put him down?

I'll never get him up again.

Find the trunk. Would that be a good
place?

Any place.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Okay.

Wait.

What? We ought to make it look as if
he's been robbed.

Then nobody would ever suspect us.

What do you mean us?

I'll... I'll get his wallet. Oh, please
don't.

Oh, come on.

My salad.

What are you doing?

Well, I... Here.

Here, you can have it.

No, I don't want it. I'm emboldened up
to this. Come on, let's get out of here.

Oh, Harry, I'm so grateful.

I don't know how to thank you.

I just don't know what I would have done
without you.

Sleeping Beauty, come on. Wake up. It's
after 8 o 'clock.

I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him. I
only helped hide the body. Well, I hope

you have it well hidden. It's down in
the cellar, behind the trunk.

You had a double feature last night.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Norma.

This wasn't a dream.

Somebody shot him from the fire escape.

There was blood all over the rug.

And technically yet.

I'll get you some coffee. Oh, listen.

This really happened.

It's about two o 'clock this morning.

I heard a knock at the door.

I went to the door and Miss Elliot was
there.

Do you mean she was up here last night?
Yeah, she came to the door.

It was an emergency.

So you went galloping off like Sir
Galahad in your robe and slippers.

Well, I wanted to change, but there
wasn't time. I thought a pipe had burst

something. So you went down to her
apartment.

What could I do? I didn't know there was
a body there.

A man?

A piano player from 2A.

Nielsen.

Somebody shot him here.

At 2 o 'clock in the morning and nobody
even heard the shot?

Well, I had the TV playing pretty
loudly.

So she murdered her boyfriend and you
helped her do it? No, she didn't kill

The shot came from the fire escape.

You believe that?

Well, of course I believed it. Listen,
Norma, I'm an accessory to murder. I'll

go to jail.

Well, don't give yourself up just yet.

Don't you understand?

I carried the bucket down to the cellar
and hid it.

I lost the sash to my bathrobe.

I had to go down there again to get it.

Did you find it?

It's in the pocket of my bathrobe.

You almost had me believing it for a
minute. It was just another nightmare.

Oh, no, it wasn't.

Well, it isn't in the pocket.

It's through the loops.

I remember stuffing it in the pocket.

Maybe you'll put it back.

I haven't touched your robe. It was just
another nightmare.

Well, it was awfully real.

Well, I remember the time you dreamed
that somebody broke into the apartment.

That was awfully real, too.

It sure was.

You're not just saying this to make me
feel better. You really think it was a

nightmare? Why don't you go down there
and find out?

I don't want to go down there.

Oh, Harry.

Don't think I met you yet.

Harry Parker.

How do you do, Mr. Parker? My name's
Osari.

You just moved in? Uh -huh.

I think you'll like it. It's a nice
apartment, nice neighbors.

Plenty of storage space, too. You could
hide a body down here.

Yes, you could if you wanted to, I
suppose.

I guess somebody wanted to.

We just found one over there.

A dead body?

Yeah.

Behind that trunk over there.

I'm investigating it.

You're a detective.

Lieutenant Orsatti, didn't I tell you?

No, I don't think you mentioned him.

Yeah. A man named Nielsen, Bill Nielsen.

Do you know him?

I've heard him playing the piano.

Kind of a lover boy, we've been told.

Somebody shot him.

Here.

Here, I... Well, we figured it.

He was murdered upstairs and the body
was brought down here at night.

Probably took two people to handle it.

Going up, Mr. Parker?

Oh, yes.

Just a few questions, Mr. Parker.

Won't take long.

I dare say you two know each other.

Miss Elliott, Mr. Parker.

You live upstairs, don't you? Yes, I do.

So this is the guy, huh?

Yes, Sergeant.

No, I'm not the guy.

You mean you don't live in Forty? No.

I do, but I certainly didn't kill him.

Nielsen was shot between 110 and 130.

Where were you at that time?

I was upstairs watching the late show.

You can ask my wife. She knows I was
there.

The way we figure it, we got a jealousy
angle here. Nielsen was romancing Miss

Elliot and... He was only helping me
rehearse.

At 115 in the morning?

Yes.

Well... Whatever it was, somebody didn't
like it and shot Nielsen. We found a

revolver in the alley. One bullet fired.

Matches up. Well, I didn't shoot him. I
only carried him downstairs.

That's very interesting, Mr. Parker.
Why?

For her.

I see.

No, you don't.

I scarcely know, Miss Elliot. I've only
carried her packages a few times.

Now, let me get this straight.

You mean you made yourself an accessory
to murder for a girl you hardly know?

That's not exactly the way it was.

I didn't think so.

Miss Elliot didn't kill him. You don't
seriously think she did, do you?

He was shot while in her apartment.

Anybody could have climbed up that fire
escape.

You've got a point there, Mr. Parker.

And if she didn't kill him, I'm not an
accessory to murder.

You move the body, that's tampering with
the evidence.

I guess I didn't think of that.

If you don't mind my saying so, that was
a pretty stupid thing to do, and the D

.A. is going to want to talk to you
about that.

You can go now.

Miss Elliott, did you get a look at the
person who fired that shot?

I told you, no.

I didn't even know what had happened at
first. Then when I finally got over to

the window, there was no sign of
anybody.

And you have no idea who it might be?

No.

And I've got to get to rehearsal.

Harry,

what are you doing back?

Why aren't you at the office? They found
Nielsen's body.

Did you hear what I said? They found the
body.

I know. They've already talked to me
about it. I told them everything.

I told them I took the body down to the
cellar and hid it.

What did they say?

I may be charged with tampering with
evidence.

It's all that girl's fault.

The shot came from the fire escape. How
do they know? It could have been fired

from inside and the window broken later.

How did you know the window had been
broken?

That's probably the police.

Shall I let them in?

What else can you do?

Mrs. Park, I'm afraid you haven't told
me the truth.

You said you scarcely knew Nielsen.

Now we find out that you were in the
habit of seeing him regularly while your

husband was at work.

Norma, you weren't... It wasn't what you
think.

He was nice to me.

At least he didn't seem to find me dull.

You don't even notice what I'm wearing
anymore.

Seems Miss Elliot moved in, kind of
busted things up between you and

Isn't that what happened?

I can't believe it.

I can't believe you were...

It wasn't.

It was just because I was lonely. You
haven't paid any attention to me since

that blonde moved in.

I didn't kill Nilsen.

I don't know anything about it.

Somebody must have come up the fire
escape and shot him.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker, but that's
impossible.

The killer couldn't have come up the
fire escape because the retractable

hasn't been lowered.

No, there's only one way he or she could
have gotten out there, and that's

through the window of your apartment.

Where's the apartment upstairs? Mrs.
Bolton's apartment.

She's 74 years old and has arthritis.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker.

I'm going to have to take you downtown
for questioning.

Don't say anything more, Norma.

I'll get you the best lawyer I can.

No matter what you've done, you're still
my wife.

That's mighty decent of you, Mr. Parker,
but you better get that lawyer for

yourself. I'm arresting you for the
murder of William Nielsen.

Me? You.

You had the same motive and the same
opportunity.

You were jealous of Nielsen because you
had a yen for Miss Elliot and he beat

you out.

There was never anything between us.
Because he got there first.

And you had a wife.

So you killed Nielsen and almost got
your wife arrested for it.

That's ridiculous.

You thought you'd have a clear field.

You're trying to frame me.

I was sitting right in this chair
watching television. I fell asleep.

She could have slipped past me.

She could have.

But she didn't.

She was in the bedroom.

Mrs. Bolton had her on the phone
complaining about the TV being too loud.

The murder was committed while they were
talking.

Any other ideas, Mr. Parker?

I didn't think so.

You can call your lawyer now if you
like.

That was amusing.

Although I think Norma was a poor sport
about it all.

And now the time has come for us to
part.

But please, no long goodbyes.

Don't even look back.

I want to remember you as you were.

So until next time, good night.