All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s02e22 The End of Indian Summer

I can't understand it.

Of course.

How stupid of me.

I forgot to put in the water.

I must do that at once if I want to
catch anything today.

All of this is not as absurdly
irrelevant as you think.

For if you listen very closely, you will
hear the words bathtub mentioned in

tonight's script.

Of course, other topics are mentioned
which we could have discussed.

For example, the story is about
marriage.

However, I don't feel that marriage
should be discussed on television.

It's too controversial.

No question about it. We are much safer
with a bathtub.

And now, in a moment, here is tonight's
opera bouffe.

The end of Indian summer.

Like all stories about marriage, it has
a great deal of romance in it.

But watch for that bathtub.

All right, all right. You don't have to
shout. There's nothing wrong with my

ears.

Anyone can make a mistake.

No, I am not going to fire him. Not yet.

Oh, hello, Joe. I'll talk to you later.

Do you want to see me, Sam?

What's up?

I just wanted to talk to you. Sit down,
will you?

What is it?

Just wanted to go over something with
you.

Does the name Arthur Gillespie mean
anything to you?

No, not offhand. Why?

Well, he was married to a woman named
Marguerite Johnson, and he died on his

wedding trip. Oh, yes, I remember him.

That is one of my cases.

It was settled about two years ago.

What do you remember about it?

Well, we didn't come into the case until
pretty late.

He'd been dead about six months, I
think, before she applied for the money.

didn't know he had the policy until she
came across it in his papers.

Remember the amount?

About $50 ,000, I think.

Nice surprise for her, wasn't it?

I'd say so.

What did you think of the lady, Joe?

I never met her.

She was traveling abroad at the time.
She applied for the money through a

lawyer. She did?

You mean to say you settled a claim for
$50 ,000 without even meeting the

beneficiary? I didn't have to meet her.
I checked into the case the same way I

always do. Everything was open and above
board.

Didn't it seem even a little odd to you
that he died so conveniently six weeks

after a $50 ,000 policy was issued?

Did you ever hear of coincidence, Sam?

It's my least favorite word in the
English language.

Well, that doesn't mean he doesn't
exist.

Joe, what would you say if I told you
that I came across this when I was

rummaging through our old cases the way
I sometimes do?

I came across it and I pulled it out of
the files because I didn't like it.

It had a smell to it.

I'd say you were mistaken.

How many times have I been wrong?

How many times have I?

A few more than I have.

Well, this isn't one of them.

If I'd had any doubts about that case, I
wouldn't have closed it.

joe when i got interested in this case i
went through the old files very

carefully but it interests you to know
that this was her second marriage her

first husband was also insured with us
for fifty thousand dollars he died four

years ago also on his wedding trip you
sure that's the same woman quite sure

made names the same so is the
handwriting

Well, even so, that doesn't prove
anything.

I had an aunt once who buried three
husbands, not just two.

I doubt it. They were quite so heavily
insured. As a matter of fact, they were.

That's why we used to call her our rich
aunt. The $100 ,000 loss isn't funny,

Joe. It isn't necessarily true either. I
could still be right. Why didn't you

insist on an autopsy? Because it's a
little difficult after the body's been

cremated. It's another coincidence.

Listen, Sam. No, you listen, Joe.

I don't have any proof. I just have an
instinct.

You're going to go out and get the
proof.

That's why I wouldn't agree to having
you fired.

So that was me you were talking about
when I came in. Yeah. Now that was you.

Great. One mistake and they're ready to
give you the axe.

$100 ,000 is a lot of money, Joe.

Okay, you said that before.

What is it you want me to do?

Find her.

Find her?

Find out where she is and what she's up
to.

You mean you want me to go wherever she
is? Exactly.

But not as an insurance investigator.

We haven't got enough evidence to come
out in the open yet. Just go as an

ordinary businessman looking over the
territory.

And take your wife along with you.

My wife?

What for?

Well, if our Mrs. Gillespie is such a
femme fatale, you're gonna need

protection.

Well, now that we're here, what are we
supposed to do?

Oh, look the place over. Get ourselves
known around town.

Hmm. The best thing probably would be to
go to a real estate office if we're

looking for property.

What's the matter? Don't look now, but
do you know the man who's sitting in the

corner?

How can I tell if I don't look? I mean,
not just right now. He's been staring at

us all through lunch.

At you, probably.

I hope not.

He's not my idea of a conquest.

Look, look.

He's just going out the door.

His back doesn't look familiar.

Why do you suppose it always makes you
feel so guilty and uncomfortable when

someone stares at you? Guilty
conscience, probably.

Look, honey, would you sign the check? I
want to see if I have any calls.

Well, let me see.

Miss Gillespie has been living in Oxport
for a little more than a year now.

I see.

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

Yes, can I help you, sir? Yes, have any
calls for Joe Rogers?

Not yet, sir. Look, would you tell the
telephone operator I'll be out for a

couple of hours in case there are... Be
glad to. Thank you.

Is that the guy who was watching us
during lunch?

Yes, why? Do you know him?

You bet I know him. He's an
investigator.

You mean you've met him? No, but I can
spot one a mile away.

Not only that, but he's on the same
case. He was pumping the clerk about the

Gillespie woman.

I don't understand.

I do.

You make one little mistake on what
Henderson thinks is one, and he sends

somebody out to check up on you.

Give me change for this, will you? I
want to make a phone call. Sure thing.

Joe, you don't know it's true. You're
just guessing.

Who else but Henderson would be
interested in her? She wasn't involved

other insurance company. I know. I
checked. But if you call him and ask him

that, you'll look silly. You'll think
you... Your change, sir.

Thank you.

You're right.

Let him get his progress reports from
his little follow -up man. Come on.

Now, this is the best possible business
location.

Whatever your business is, we have some
very desirable lots for sale in this

area. Well, it certainly looks like it's
in the heart of things. Yes, but we

couldn't possibly live there.

Oh, we have plenty of houses, too.

I wonder if by any chance you handle
this darling little house we saw when we

were wandering around town.

Well, now, if you could give me the
exact location. I jotted it down. It's

Maple Avenue.

I should have known that. You know,
that's one of our gems.

Unfortunately, though, it's not for
sale. But you know who owns it?

Oh, yes. I know who owns every house in
this town, Mr. Rogers.

And the one you're talking about happens
to be one of the oldest in this part of

the country.

Mrs. Gillespie owns it.

Do you think she might be interested in
selling it?

Well, that's hard to say, of course, but
I'm inclined to doubt it.

You see, when she bought it, I handled
the deal myself.

And she said to me, I intend to live out
the rest of my life right there.

Well, it's too bad she won't sell it.
Oh, well, but Mr. Rogers, just a moment.

Now, if you'd care to see it, I'm sure
she'd be very glad to let you.

She loves to show it. That sounds like
an imposition.

Not at all.

You just tell her that I suggested it.
She'd be delighted. Well, if you're sure

she won't mind, we'd love to see it.

Not we, dear.

You mean I can't go along? No, I think
it'd be better if I saw her alone.

Well, I'm sure you do, but I don't think
that's such a good idea. Well, if I saw

her alone, I might be able to persuade
her to sell it.

Well, thank you so much. You're welcome.
Good day. Good day.

Good day.

Good afternoon, sir. I'd like to see
Mrs. Gillespie, please.

Won't you come in, please?

I'm Mrs.

Gillespie. What can I do for you?

Oh, good afternoon.

I'm afraid this is rather an intrusion,
but you see, I've been admiring your

house. And Mr. Graham suggested, well,
as he said, he was sure you wouldn't

mind... Showing it to you? I should say
I wouldn't. I'm very house -proud.

Will you come in? Thank you. I was just
going to have tea. Will you join me?

We can see the house afterwards.

Well, that's very kind of you if you're
sure that... I love company. Oh, I know

it's fashionable these days to be self
-sufficient and not need people around,

but I'm old enough not to mind being old
-fashioned.

What a beautiful room.

I think so.

You know, it's strange about rooms and
houses.

The moment you walk into them, you know.

All my life I've looked for this house.

And this room is my favorite.

I'm so happy here.

What's your name?

It's Rogers.

Joe Rogers.

And I'm Marguerite Gillespie.

You know, that's the wonderful thing
about a small town like Oxford.

Everyone's so friendly.

I can show you the house, ask you to
tea, and never give it a second thought.

Cream and sugar?

Yes, thank you. I take it that means you
haven't always lived here, then?

Oh, dear me, no.

By the town standards, I'm a real
newcomer.

I've only been here a year.

I see.

Thank you.

You're surprised that a woman of my age
should come to a new place and start a

new life?

No, I don't think so. Yes, of course you
are.

Well, it is unusual.

But I had a great personal tragedy in my
life, which made it impossible for me

to return to the place where I'd been.

I'm sorry.

We all have our share.

Though sometimes I feel I've had more
than my share.

To have lost out twice seems unfair
somehow.

I'm afraid I don't quite... Understand?
Why should you?

Though there's nothing mysterious about
it.

It's just that I... I've been married
twice and I've lost both my husbands.

Now I know that I'm getting old. When I
prattle on about my personal life to a

total stranger... You're a remarkably
forthright woman.

I'm a remarkably lucky one.

In spite of what's happened.

I have a comfortable income.

A lovely home.

Good afternoon, May. And something else
besides.

Will you excuse me? Yes, of course.

Howard, how nice to see you.

I've been looking forward to this all
day.

Howard, this is Mr. Rogers. He was kind
enough to admire the house when I was

showing it to him.

Howard Fieldson, Mr. Rogers. How do you
do? I'm very pleased to meet you. I

don't suppose you'd like to buy it?

Howard! Well, why not? You know, we
decided we didn't want to be tied down.

This way we can make all the
arrangements before we go on our wedding

Well, what do you say, old man?

You want to buy it?

Well, I... I don't quite know what to
say.

Mrs. Gillespie was just telling me how
she loved the house, and I... It's true.

I expected to spend the rest of my life
here until I met Howard.

But he wants to travel. You shouldn't
have told him. We were going to keep it

secret until after our wedding trip. I
know, my dear, but it seemed like such a

good opportunity.

I don't mind, really. It's just that I
thought it would be sort of fun to...

well, to elope.

We hadn't made any plans until after the
honeymoon.

Well, sometimes it isn't necessary to
plan beyond that, is it?

I don't understand what you mean.

Well, I mean that when you're not sure
where you're going to travel, sometimes

it's better not to plan.

Of course, we're coming back here first
because Howard had so many friends and

he wants to see them before we go out on
an extended trip.

Yes, of course. Well, I'm sure I wish
you every happiness.

And as far as the house is concerned,
I'll have to discuss that with my wife.

But don't you want to see it all now?

I'd rather not bother you now. I'm
staying at the Manor Hotel.

But I would appreciate it if you'd get
in touch with me before you consider

anyone else.

You shall have first refusal.

We'll be in touch. Goodbye, Mrs.
Gillespie.

You will keep our little secret, won't
you?

Yes, of course.

Don't bother throwing me to the door.

Goodbye, Mr. Fields. Nice meeting you.

Any luck?

I said, any luck? I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, there's no need to take that
attitude.

I'm not taking any attitude. I just
don't think we have anything to discuss.

I tell you, I was fully convinced she
was innocent until that poor little old

man walked in.

You know something?

They should never assign you to cases
involving old people.

It's the only time you lose perspective.

That's ridiculous.

It is not.

You get very sentimental at the sight of
white hair, very protective.

Well, I'm not feeling protective about
Marguerite Gillespie, I can tell you

that. You were until the old man came
into the picture. Now you're feeling

protective towards him.

Well, I couldn't just stand by and see
him murdered, could I?

Joe, you have no more proof against this
woman than you had before.

The fact that she's marrying again
doesn't prove anything.

No, of course it doesn't.

But you know, I'll be getting your
answer to my wire pretty soon, and then

I'll know.

Well, maybe that's it.

Telegram, sir.

Thanks.

There's your proof.

I wired them to check our branches and
they found just what I expected them to

find. A letter requesting a policy for
$50 ,000 in the name of Howard

Fieldstone.

The letter was in her handwriting.

Well?

Nothing.

I can't find one single thing against
her.

If I come right out and accuse her
without any evidence, she can slap a

suit on us for a million bucks.

And if I don't... If you don't,
nothing's going to happen just yet.

Not while she's still in town.

And if she doesn't plan to come down...
She doesn't.

Look. Look.

There's the little man who sits and
watches.

Well, anyway...

She's sure to want to sell the house
before she goes.

By the time she can do that, you'll have
turned something up. Anyway, I'm not

taking any chances.

I've arranged for the real estate man to
let me know just in case she sells it.

Well, then, now, will you please relax?

Let's have another drink. Where's the
waiter?

Oh, Mr. Pilsen.

I don't know if you know me.

Oh, yes, of course. You're the young man
who was interested in Mrs.

Gillespie's house. That's right. I
wonder if you'd come over and have a

with us and meet my wife. I'd be
delighted.

Oh, waiter.

What'll you have?

Scotch and soda. Two scotches and soda.

Helen, this is the gentleman I was
telling you about. Mr. Fields and my

How do you do? I'm delighted to know
you, my dear. Won't you sit down? Thank

you.

My husband tells me you're going to be
married.

I'm a very lucky man.

You see, my wife died quite a few years
ago, and I've been alone long enough.

Mrs. Gillespie was telling us yesterday
that she'd been married once before,

too. I think you must have misunderstood
her.

She's lost two husbands.

Naturally, we're hoping she'll be
luckier this time.

Well,

you certainly look the picture of
health.

I'll bet you could even pass an
insurance physical without any

I have no use for insurance.

Never have I.

But as a matter of fact, I had a
physical checkup only this morning.

Please, Marguerite, you know.

Was she worried about your health?

A little.

Yes, a little. She'd been after me for
days to do it.

Finally, I said if she would, I would,
and we both did, and we're both fine.

Well, that's nice, isn't it?

About the house, Mr. Fielton.

We've been talking about it. It's still
in the market, isn't it? Oh, yes.

But there are several people interested.

I wouldn't wait much longer if I were
you.

Well, then you plan to be married very
soon.

It can't come too soon to suit me.

I wonder if you'd excuse me. I have an
appointment.

Of course.

It's been so nice meeting you, Mrs.
Rogers.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

How do you like that for gore?

10 to 1, that physical report's on its
way to the office right now. Calm down.

You said yourself she can't do anything
until she sells the house. Don't worry,

she'll sell it. And when she does, she
won't waste much time after that.

She never has before.

But there must be something in her
record somewhere.

Why did she quit teaching school?

Voluntary, huh?

Well, keep checking and see what you can
come up with.

No luck.

No. Hello?

Yes, it's Mr. Rogers.

You what?

What do you mean they told you not to
tell anyone?

All right, all right.

They sold the house this afternoon.

Oh, no.

What can you do now?

I'll tell you what I can do. I can go
out there and tell her who I am.

She may not be so anxious to go through
with it if she knows we're on to her.

But you said yourself she could sue you.

Well, let her sue. I can't let that
little old man walk into a death trap.

Okay, all right. It'll only take you two
minutes to change. No, honey, I'm going

to get out there right away. Really, it
won't take one minute, Joe. Please wait.

No, you better stay here, huh? Joe!

Please!

Well, hello, Mr. Rogers.

Don't you recognize me? I'm the real
estate man.

Oh, yes, I recognize you. Yes, well,
come in, Mr. Rogers, come in.

I'm so glad to see you again.

Where's Mrs. Gillespie? Oh, she left.

She left?

Yes, yes, to be married.

To be married? Well, she wanted to keep
it a secret so there wouldn't be any

fuss. Well, do you know where she went?

Why, I don't think they told anyone.

Where's Mrs. Gillespie?

Skipped and no one knows where.

Oh, no.

That's just what I didn't want to
happen.

Well, now that it won't do any good,
maybe you'll talk to me.

I'm Saunders from Reliable.

Reliable? I thought you were with my
company, Triumphant.

Why should they be interested?

Why should Reliable? None of her
husbands was insured with you.

What are you talking about?

I've been checking up on Fealston.

Fealston? Yes.

That old character has had four wives,
and they were all drowned in the bathtub

on the honeymoon.

Well, she's had two husbands who were
both cremated before we could find out

she poisoned them. No kidding.

Well, they sort of deserve each other,
don't they?

And since we don't know where they went,
there's nothing we can do.

Not a thing.

Well, I suppose it all depends now on
whether she takes her bath before he

breakfast.

Or vice versa.

Theirs was truly a wedding of December
and December.

It ended in a draw.

with no one the winner except the
insurance companies.

And now for the epilogue of tonight's
story, after which I'll scamper back.

We have now passed another tombstone
along television's highway to culture.

Please join us next week when we
continue our pilgrimage.

Good night.