All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s02e17 My Brother, Richard

Good evening.

I firmly believe that everyone should
indulge now and then in some form of

athletic sport, don't you?

Personally, I don't require much
exercise, since I lead a very spartan

existence.

But when I do, I find my needs are
adequately filled by such sports as

reading the less violent portions of the
Sunday papers.

Of course, for a true test of bodily
coordination, I think there's nothing

better than lying in a hammock.

But I suppose that would only appeal to
those of you who enjoy living

dangerously.

As for tonight's play, it is called My
Brother Richard, and it begins in a

country club.

By the way, golf is one game I've never
cared much for.

I don't like the paperwork.

I find adding up my strokes too
fatiguing.

um

keep stuffing papers in that case,
Martin, you won't have room for a clean

shirt.

It's just the notes for tonight's
speech, hon.

Can't expect me to ad lib my way into
the governor's mansion.

Isn't that how you became district
attorney?

A little more respect, please.

Yes, sir.

Well, now, what's this for?

Just in case I get lonely.

Well, you'll only be awake 24 hours.

Besides, I thought you saw my face in
your dreams.

Supposing I get insomnia.

Well, that'll be the night.

Now,

Martin, you'll be late.

Where is everybody?

We're in here, Richard.

Greetings. Hello, Richard.

Hello. You almost missed me. I'm on my
way to the State Committee dinner in

Bridgetown. Oh?

For my favorite sister -in -law.

Oh,

you spoil me.

Well, of course.

Why bother with Bridgetown? It really
isn't necessary.

Well, it is if I want the nomination.
Everything counts.

You'll have the nomination. That's what
I've come to tell you.

There you go with that crystal ball of
yours again.

But thanks for the confidence.

Well, you two admire each other and I'll
get dressed.

Are you coming to the station with us,
Richard? I hope to persuade Martin not

go. And waste that case full of speeches
prepared?

Never.

Truthfully, Richard, I've made a few too
many speeches of late. I wouldn't mind

skipping a few.

I wish you'd try my tailor, Martin.

I can't afford him.

I'm a public servant, not the owner of a
successful construction company. The

governor of the state will be able to
afford my tailor.

There you go, calling the shots again.

Aren't you forgetting my worthy
opponent?

If you're referring to Burton Reeves,
you don't have to worry.

No, he's just one of the most important
men in our party.

Fine record in state politics.

Third term member of the legislature.

And I... Well, I'm your brother.

My brother happens to be a man who can't
lose.

All right, if you say so.

I'm going to send you a case of my
vermouth, Martin. It's so much drier.

I promise you, Richard, that if I win
the nomination, I shall drink your

vermouth and I'll go to your tailor.

I'll even recommend you as a fortune
teller. But right now I'm on my way to

Bridgetown. Martin, Burton Reeves is
dead.

What?

Dead? Yes.

Dead.

When did it happen?

About half an hour ago.

I killed him.

I did it for you.

I should say us.

At any rate, Mr. Reeves has conceded the
nomination with my assistance.

You killed Reeves? You couldn't.

I must say that I was very pleased to
find that I could.

See how that suits your taste.

Oh, I forgot you don't take an olive.

About half an hour ago, in the shower
room at the club.

I very neatly and nicely shot Mr. Reeves
in the back of the head.

No one saw me come in. No one saw me
leave.

So, no one will ever know.

Come, Martin, stop behaving as though
I'd committed a crime.

Burton Reeves meant nothing to me. He
was in the way. You wanted to be

I wanted you to be governor. Now you
will be.

We both know that whoever wins the
nomination wins the election.

I made sure that it was you.

Kill a man to win an election?

Perfectly acceptable motive for murder.

Answer it, Martin.

Hello?

Yes, it is.

Sheriff Griggs, I... Reeves?

How did it happen? I... I see.

I'll have to call you back.

Well?

It happened exactly as you said it did.

I'll have to resign.

But you needn't worry, Richard.

I'll defend you.

Don't be so melodramatic, Martin.

Sometimes that halo of yours gets a bit
tiresome.

Of course you don't have to resign.

You certainly don't have to defend me.

All you have to do is find yourself
another murderer.

No one will know that it was I. Find
someone else, that's all, anyone.

There must be half a dozen of our fellow
club members who had something against

Burton Reeves. Pick the most likely one.

Build your case, and at the proper
moment, they'll find this in his

Exhibit A in the state's case.

This conviction will get you more votes
than a hundred speeches in Bridgestone,

I can tell you that.

Go to it, Governor.

Only remember, I get all of the
construction work in the state from now

I always knew you were ambitious,
Richard, but I never realized it was a

disease. Now, look, I've been to a great
deal of trouble for you, and you don't

appear to be very cooperative.

Now, do as I say.

Calmly announce that you've murdered a
man and ask me to find someone else to

take the blame, and then you expect me
to say, congratulations, brother, well

done? Why not? It was well done.

I'm the district attorney, Richard. I
can't go around framing people.

It's insane.

I'm ready.

Oh, my.

Doesn't she look lovely, Martin?

You'd better do as I say.

If you want her to stay alive.

You've been doing a lot of thinking,
Martin. I hope it's been productive.

I'm just remembering, Richard.

When you started in the construction
business, you had a partner.

Whatever became of him? I didn't kill
him, if that's what you mean.

Not with a gun, perhaps.

I remember you said that he...

He wasn't aggressive, and his ideas
weren't big enough to suit you.

So you taught him.

You taught him how to live, how to
dress, how to spend.

And you taught him so well that he wound
up exactly where you wanted him.

Up to his ears in debt.

And you were the noble friend who bought
him out. At your price.

You didn't kill him, Richard. You ruined
him.

That was only good business.

Yes, it was good business to ruin a man.
It was good business to kill a man. But

what good is it going to do to kill
Laura? Oh, I can't listen to this

don't want to hear it again.

But darling, please.

Now, Laura is upset and there is no need
for it.

Just do what I told you to.

You know perfectly well I'm not going to
allow an innocent person to take the

blame for your crime.

And I know your threats against Laura
are just that, threats.

How do you know? How can you be sure?

My sister -in -law seems to understand
me better than you do.

I'm very fond of you, Laura. Really, I
am. I always have been. I hate seeing

upset like this.

Perhaps if I left you two alone, you
could persuade Martin that the only way

all of us is my way.

Let's get this unpleasant business over
and begin behaving normally again.

I won't be far away. I promise.

I advise you to listen to Laura and
don't use the phone.

Don't use the phone.

Can't you see he really needs it? He'll
kill me.

No, sweetheart, he won't.

What would be the point? He can't get
away with it, even he knows it. I'm

that he will.

Darling, that's exactly what he wants,
to frighten you into forcing me to go

along with him.

But there's no logic to his plan.

It might take weeks, even months, to
find a patsy for him.

And he can't hold you, not even for 24
hours.

He has to fall asleep sometime.

Can't you see how insane the whole thing
is? Yes, exactly, because Richard is

insane. That's why I'm afraid.

We're going to leave here now, together.

No. No, Ron. He's probably waiting for
us. No.

He's not going to do anything.

You trust me.

Laura.

She's only frightened, poor darling.

I didn't hit her. Not this time.

Are you all right, Laura?

Answer it.

Answer it.

Sheriff Briggs?

Who?

I'll be right down.

It's Briggs.

He says he has the murder of Burton
Reeves in his office right now.

By all means, send him in.

It's the DA. I guess you'll start
talking now.

Martin. Hello, Tommy. Sorry to bother
you at home, but we've got this kid dead

to rights. It's all down here. He just
had to sign it.

Hello, Tommy.

You know him?

One of the best caddies I ever had. Will
you tell him he's nuts, Mr. Ross? Will

you stop?

That's all he keeps on saying. Now, here
are the facts, Martin.

This kid had an argument with Burton
Reeves less than an hour before the poor

guy was found with a bullet in his head.

What was the argument about, Tommy?

Reeves said that he stole his wallet.

From the size of that guy's tips, I
never know he had a wallet. All right,

you didn't steal it. We're not accusing
you of stealing anything.

Yeah, thanks for nothing.

Here's the way I got it figured.

When Reeves threatened to have this boy
arrested, he panicked because he'd been

in trouble with the law before.

Now he catches Reeves alone in the
locker room, waits until he gets in the

shower, and while the water is running,
he shoots him and walks out.

Sure, the perfect crime.

All you have to do is sign the
confession.

I ain't signing nothing.

I'd like to talk to him alone, Jim.

All right, Martin.

If you need me, I'll be outside.

Thank you.

Hey, Mr. Rose.

You don't think I did it.

Sit down, Tommy.

You needn't be frightened. Nobody's
going to hurt you.

How's your ball club?

Pretty good, I guess. You the pitcher?

No, sir, shortstop.

I bet you're pretty good.

Look, Mr. Ross, what's going to happen
to me?

The sheriff keeps telling me I killed
this guy.

A thing like this could be serious.

It is serious, Tommy. That's why I
wanted to talk to you.

I need your help.

My help?

I want you to sign that confession.

You're just like all the rest of them.

Just because I got into trouble once
when I was a kid...

Everybody wants to blame me for
everything that happens in this town.

What kind of trouble, Tommy?

Look, I've never been in jail or
anything.

One time these kids borrowed a car
without asking.

I went along for the ride.

Boy, was I a dope.

And you've never been a dope like that
again.

I'll say I haven't.

I haven't been in trouble since.

Look, I made the ball team. I got myself
a swell job down at the club caddy.

Well, at least it was a swell job until
this guy Reeves gets himself bumped off.

I'm right back where I started.

Tommy, how would you like to help me
catch the man that killed Mr. Reeves?

The man?

Then you don't think I did it. I know
you didn't do it.

But I want you to pretend that you did,
just for a little while.

It's very important.

You mean you want me to take the rap?

Then you're going to start looking for
some other guy? I don't get it.

I'm afraid I don't have to look, Tommy.

I know where he is and who he is.

He's a very sick man and a dangerous
one.

Will you help me?

Gee, I... I don't know.

How do I know this just isn't a trick?

I'm asking a lot, Tommy.

You just have to trust me.

If we can make him believe that you've
confessed to the crime...

We can throw him off guard and prevent
another murder.

And put him where he won't do any more
harm.

And you'd be the one who made it
possible.

Will you do it?

Yeah, I guess so.

If you're really sure it's going to
help.

Thank you, Tommy.

Look, Mr. Ross, can I tell my mother?
See, she's kind of nervous.

She worries about me a lot.

It'll have to be a secret between us.

But it won't be for long, I promise.

Okay.

Sure hope I'm not signing my life away.

Laura?

Hello? Hello, Laura.

You all right?

Yes, Martin, I'm all right. But please
come home.

I'm on my way, darling.

You can tell Richard to put that gun
away.

Tommy Kopek has confessed to the murder
of Burton Reeves.

Tommy Kopek.

That was very accommodating of that
caddy to pop up like that just when we

needed him.

Wasn't it, Laura dear?

I've seen Tommy at the clubhouse.

Rather surly fellow.

Not overly bright, I imagine.

I never cared for him very much.

There must be more likely suspects.

Still, I suppose Martin knows what he's
doing.

After all, time is of the essence, isn't
it?

I hope Martin hurries. I'm eager to know
the details.

You know, Laura, all one really needs
for success is a worthwhile plan and the

courage to follow through.

Have a drink with me, my dear.

We do have something to celebrate.

Oh, come now. That's a strange attitude
for you to take.

I think what's in store for you. You're
going to be the wife of a governor.

And perhaps someday even the wife of a
president, yes.

That's not beyond the realm of
possibility. Martin, President of the

States. I think we'd all enjoy that very
much.

Except, of course, for Tommy Kopeck.

It's not true about Tommy. I don't
believe it. What isn't true, my dear?

Martin wouldn't force someone to confess
to a murder they didn't commit. He

couldn't do that. Not even to save your
life?

No, not even to save my life. Oh, such
noble sentiments.

I'm afraid you're wrong, my dear.

My brother's a bit more realistic, also
ambitious.

I don't think his conscience will
trouble him too much.

We're really very much alike.

Oh, if I believe that, I don't know what
I... Poor little Laura, with her head

in the clouds.

I'm afraid you have quite a shock
coming.

Well, he'll find some other way. I know
he will.

There is no other way.

Martin?

Very sensible of you, Martin. I'm
trying. Darling, I was so afraid.

Everything's going to be all right. Of
course it is. You had no trouble getting

his confession, did you?

It wasn't easy, Richard.

I had to talk to him about
circumstantial evidence, his past

And because he trusted me, he admitted
to everything I asked for.

The verdict will have to be guilty.

Martin, you're not going through with
it.

What else can I do?

Richard's made me a proposition.

Your life for Tommy's.

It's just a simple matter of an
exchange.

From now on, there'll be no gun
necessary, right?

Right. May I have the confession?

After I have the gun, Richard, that was
our deal.

You can trust me.

I'm afraid I can't afford that luxury.

Confession, please.

Now get out of here.

Of course.

Ready, Laura?

Laura? You don't expect me just to go
conveniently off like that alone?

Afraid I can't trust that conscience of
yours, Martin. It might tempt you to

confide in the police.

But if Laura is with me... Oh, no, you
can't take her.

Of course I can take her!

Sit down!

Sit down.

I give you my word, the day that Tommy
Kopeck is executed, I'll bring her back.

Now, come, Laura dear.

We have a long trip ahead of us tonight.

What?

You were right, Laura.

He's not like me at all.

All my trouble was wasted.

I'm sorry, Laura.

We won't be taking that trip together
after all.

We'll answer that together.

You are Mr. Martin Ross?

He's... Laura.

Who are you?

Do you see what you see about my son?

It's a lie.

A terrible lie. It's the truth, Mrs.
Cope. Laura.

Your son has made a full confession.

No. No, he couldn't.

They made him do it.

Tommy's a good boy. A little fresh
sometimes, maybe, but he could not kill.

It's impossible.

Your faith in him is very touching. The
facts are that your son committed a

particularly cruel and senseless crime,
and he must pay for it. You do not

believe this.

You are a good man, Mr. Ross. Tommy has
told me this.

You would know my son could not kill.

You will stop this terrible thing.

Please, Mrs. Kopeck. I wouldn't think of
obstructing justice.

Justice is only some bad mistake.

You will tell them and we will let Tommy
go, please. I cannot abide sniveling

women. Show her out, please, Laura.

I am poor.

I can give very little, but I know how
to be sold. That's how I make my living.

I could come to your house many times.

I would make many beautiful dresses for
you. I don't understand, Mrs. Kopeck.

Are you suggesting a bribe?

Please, Mr. Ross. I've heard enough.

There is nothing I can do for your son.
The law must take its course.

What is this course?

It's very simple.

He'll be hanged. He's only 18.

In the eyes of the law, he's a man.

Now, if you will excuse us.

Laura.

I only did it to make my boy safe.

Only to make him safe.

But, Laura.

What?

Your boy is

safe now, Mrs. Kopech.

We all are because of you.

That'll be our defense, yours and mine.

Thus ends my brother Richard.

Needless to say, Mrs. Grant was brought
to trial, but fortunately the jury took

into account many of the circumstances
which we saw reenacted tonight.

On our next program... We shall present
another story, and I will also be back

to provide the marginalia.

Until then, good night.