All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s02e33 A Man Greatly Beloved

Good evening.

Good heavens, he looks like a toothpick
holder on an hors d 'oeuvre table.

Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to
practice some more.

So much for the sideshow.

Now turn your attention to the center
ring, where you will find our main

attraction.

My name is Hildegard.

Hildegard Fell.

I'm writing about my hometown, Essing,
Massachusetts.

And especially about Mr. Anderson.

Mr. John Anderson.

I'm trying to be absolutely honest about
everybody, including myself.

And that's the hardest part of all.

My mother and father don't understand
me. No one does, really.

My father is a minister, and it's not
nice to criticize him.

But I think he's just a tease. he's a
bit too good -looking for a minister.

Now, my mother, she's not a bit too
beautiful.

She's just right.

Someday when my teeth grow back in, I'll
probably look just like her.

I must say, whenever Hildegard is this
quiet, it usually means the worst is

about to happen.

Richard, she's behaving beautifully.

She's probably just doing her homework.

Homework? She's probably writing a
poison pen letter. Richard.

You see what I mean?

Nobody understands me.

But I mustn't get off the subject.

My story is really about this Mr.

John Anderson, a stranger in our midst.

The only thing we knew about him was
that he came from Boston. I found that

by peeking in his mailbox.

He turned out to be the kindest man I
ever knew.

Of course, it didn't start out that way.

It seems he wouldn't let the church
bazaar committee use his garden for

annual affair.

That's when I decided to take matters
into my own hands.

I thought, how could he resist me?

I knew I could make you look up again.

It's called thought transparency.

What do you want?

Oh, nothing special.

Well, go away.

Thank you so much for asking me to come
in.

I didn't, as I remember.

I'm sure you meant to.

I'm Hildegard Feld.

My father's the minister, but we're not
a bit alike.

No, I'm quite sure of that.

Now, if you don't mind running along,
I'm busy.

I guess you're not used to having
visitors, are you?

Well, at home, whenever we have company,
we always serve tea or something.

Of course, personally, I prefer a
lemonade.

All right.

With an olive.

Lots of whites, please.

Which will I be, the white or the black?

Now, look here, you leave that
chessboard alone. I'm right in the

game. Hmm.

I've been playing for years.

I suppose your father taught you.

Oh, no, I taught him.

But he isn't very good.

He doesn't concentrate very well, except
when he's in the middle of a sermon.

Then he goes on and on and on.

If you'd ever go to church on Sundays,
you'd see for yourself.

You seem to know a lot about my
activities, or lack of them, young lady.

Oh, I know everything about everybody
and everything, except you.

Mr. Anderson?

Doesn't seem so, does it?

Well, that doesn't mean anything.

Your wife could have died or something.

What made you say that?

Nothing. I just think everybody ought to
be married. Thank you.

Of course I'm not married yet, but I
have someone picked out.

Oh, and who is the fortunate young man?

His name is Clarence. He works in a bank
in Boston.

And since you come from Boston, I
thought you must know him.

How do you know that I come from Boston?

Well, there are a number of banks, and
Boston is a big place.

I only see him when he comes to visit my
best friend in the whole world, old

Mrs. Whiteford.

She's his aunt. Do you know her?

No, I can't say I've ever had that
pleasure.

She's just about your age. She isn't
married either.

Oh.

Do you play chess with her?

Oh, no.

We hold sciences together.

He's taking a correspondence course on
how to be a medium.

And what does your father, the good
reverend, have to say about that?

Oh, he doesn't mind too much, because he
doesn't know about it.

And besides, it's only pretend.

I'm about the only friend Mrs. Whiteford
has.

Well, she's very lucky to have a friend
like you.

I could be your friend, too, if you'd
like.

I'd have to think about it first.

Oh, I wouldn't waste your time on me,
Hildegard, if I were you.

I'm too old and weary to be rewarding.

Check.

Well, Hildegard, I'm afraid the game is
over.

Not yet.

Mate.

Good heavens.

You've won.

I did.

Mr. Andrews.

Would you please show all the people in
town that you're not the mean old

selfish man they say you are? I beg your
pardon?

Well, that's what everyone's saying.
Just because you won't let the bazaar be

held in your garden, it's been held in
this place for the past 75 years.

So, now they're sending children out and
trying to accomplish the work they

couldn't do for themselves.

Well, I intend to remain the mean old
man they say I am. The answer is no.

I won't have people prying into my
private affairs.

Now you run along, hmm?

I never thought you'd be such a bad
loser.

Well, my first attempt to win Mr.
Anderson wasn't very successful.

That's when I decided to discuss it with
Mrs. White for it.

Crad... Cree... Cree... Crad...

Crow... No.

Oh, I've forgotten again.

I'll never make a go of it, Hildegard.

I'll never get through to my contact
level.

Why can't I remember?

You're just not concentrating.

Oh, but I am.

But how will I ever get to be a full
-fledged medium if I can't contact the

spirit world?

And Naomi will never get to know me.

Oh, dear.

Don't feel bad, Mrs. Whiteford.

You'll get through to Naomi someday.

And when she gets to know you, she'll
love you just as much as I do.

Mrs. Weitzel, since Clarence works in
the bank, it means he ought to know

everybody, doesn't it? Or at least he
could find out. Find out what?

About Mr.

Anderson. I wonder what he's hiding. If
I could only make my contact with Naomi,

I could ask her.

Here, you read the formula to me again.

I feel that Naomi is very near.

Cradledy, crow, cradledy, crow,
cradledy, crow.

Oh, dear. We were just starting our
exercise.

We're just going to have tea. Hello
there, Hildegard. Good evening,

What about a big hug?

Not until we're engaged.

Oh, I see.

Blackmail, huh?

Blackmail? What's that? Well, that's a
payment extorted by intimidation, a very

powerful weapon.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, it means that I can't hug you
until I agree to become engaged.

Now, do you see?

Well, will it work if I wanted something
from someone else? Well, knowing you,

it probably would.

Now, can we at least shake hands?

Oh, come on.

Clarence, do you know a man by the name
of John Anderson in Boston?

John Anderson?

Yes. Why, what did he do to you?

Nothing, but you know a man by that
name.

Well, there was a Judge Anderson that I
knew about.

A judge?

Oh, dear.

This Judge Anderson was known for being
a recluse.

Recluse? Here, here, here, that's
enough. That means a hermit.

He was also known for some of the
strictest decisions ever.

He retired a short while ago, but I have
no idea where he is now.

I'll bet I do. He's right here in
Essingham.

The meanest, hardest -hearted hermit
that ever lived.

Perhaps it wasn't the same man
Hildegard.

But it could be.

Well, then, Essington should be proud of
such a distinguished citizen.

He has sent more bloodthirsty murderers
to their just rewards than any other man

on the bench. How exciting.

If he is the judge, he certainly doesn't
seem to want anyone to know about it.

He just sticks around that old house of
his and won't let anyone come near him.

You don't like him very much, do you?

He doesn't want anyone to like him. But
I think I do anyway.

There's something sort of sad about him.

Maybe he's hiding out there.

Maybe some of the murderers he sentenced
are still alive and out of prison by

now. They may be out to get him. I doubt
that, Hildegard.

Now, let's see. What were some of his
most famous cases?

There was the cave murderer.

Oh, tell us about it.

I certainly will not. You're much too
young for that.

And let's see what else. Oh, yes. There
was a man by the name of Loughton who

murdered his wife.

He got all the way to Morocco before
they caught up with him.

And, oh, yes, then there was the, uh,
the cistern murder.

But I'll save telling that for some, uh,
nice stormy night, huh?

I

know

who you are, Mr. Anderson.

Or I think I do.

Oh?

Who am I?

Does the cave murder or the Cistern
murderer mean anything to you?

Should they?

How about Morocco and Mr. Loudon?

Who told you about this, Hildegard?

A friend.

You're Judge John Anderson, aren't you?
The man who sentenced all those

criminals.

It has to come out sometime, even in
this small town.

Have you told anyone about this,
Hildegard? Not yet.

But I should think you'd be glad to have
people know how famous you are.

Think of all those bad people you've
punished.

Well, being sent to the gallows or
spending years in jail isn't very nice

think about, Hildegard.

But if they deserved it, it's right,
isn't it?

Only the good Lord can answer that,
Hildegard.

He alone knows who the guilty really
are.

Are you afraid one of those bad people
you've sentenced will come after you?

I hardly think so.

I think they feel as I do that their
punishment was just.

Well, then, I have to go now. I have to
tell everyone in Essingen who you are.

No, I don't want you to do that, little
girl.

I know how hard it is for anyone to keep
a secret, especially little girls.

But won't you do this for me?

Okay.

But you'll have to do something for me.

Oh, what is that?

If we can use your gardens for the
bazaar, I won't let anyone in Essingen

who you are.

Blackmail, hmm?

Yes. Don't you know that is against the
law?

You'd have to tell them first.

But Hildegard, please.

Think of all those people tramping
around my garden, stepping on my grass,

spoiling my roses.

I knew you'd say yes.

Let's shake.

You promise you won't mention my name?

You can imagine how pleased I was with
having won Mr. Anderson over that way.

And I didn't mean to keep my promise,
even though I did cross my fingers.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly
till the day of the bazaar. Then it

started to rain, and the Melrose
Quartet, the star attraction, got an

Mother was terribly upset, but then I
fixed everything.

Won't you have some cake? You know, I
made it myself. Oh, so punch, Mr.

Anderson. You'll just love the punch.

Oh, Mr. Anderson.

Mr.

Anderson.

Reverend, isn't it wonderful?

Oh, yes.

Mr. Anderson.

I want to thank you for your kind
generosity.

The church is indebted to you. Since it
did rain, we could have held a bazaar at

someone else's house. Then why didn't
you?

Well, it was a little late to notify
everyone about a change, and we did want

get to know you better, Mr. Anderson.

Come on, Miss Watson. Come on.

Oh,

look at the cakes. Aren't they
beautiful?

Hi, Mrs. Watson. Oh, my God, how sweet
you look, Mrs. Watson. Isn't this fun,

Mr. Anderson?

Daddy, guess what? Thank you.

I'd rather not.

Since the Melrose Quartet is
incapacitated, Mrs. Whiteford has

take their place.

How nice, Mrs. Whiteford.

I didn't know you could sing.

Oh, I can't.

She's not going to sing.

You go get ready.

I'll handle this myself.

All right.

How nice of you, dear. What are you
going to do?

Richard, what do you think she's going
to do?

Daddy, how do you spell seance?

Seance?

Seance?

Hildegard, don't you realize this is a
church bazaar? I can't sanction anything

like that.

Oh, Daddy, it's only pretend.

Everybody knows that except Mrs.
Whiteford. It's absolutely out of the

Oh, Richard, it's just for charity.

And besides, it may be lots of fun. Come
on. Well, now, this might make the

whole thing worthwhile.

Seance.

Seance, hmm?

S -E -A -N -C -E.

S -E -A -N -C -E? Mm -hmm.

All ready for the seance?

Daddy, when I tell you to, you turn out
the light, huh?

But supposing I forget the formula?

I won't let you forget the formula.

I'll stand right behind the screen and
prompt you to do it. Now go on.

Daddy, turn out the lights, huh?

Good evening.

Now, if you'll please put your hands
before you on the table.

I must caution you. We must have
absolute quiet.

Cradley Crow.

Cradley Cree.

Cradley Crow.

Naomi. Naomi.

Naomi.

Come out. Come out wherever you are.

Crad. Cree.

Naomi, please come out.

You know how much this means to me.

I'm here.

What do you wish?

Is that really you?

Of course.

Remarkable. How good to hear your voice.

Could you speak a little more clearly?

You sound as though you had marbles in
your mouth.

Oh, dear, I don't know.

Is there anything you want to say?

Is there anything you have to tell us?

Help me, Naomi, please.

Forgive me, Mr. Anderson.

I have to do this for Mrs. Whiteford.

There is something else, something very
important.

It's coming clearer, much clearer.

Yes. Yes, what is it?

coming to your town.

He calls himself Mr.

John Anderson.

I can see him with a hammer in his hand.

Wait, it's a wooden hammer.

And I see him on a big high bench.

Yes, he's in black robes. He's a judge.

Is this true, sir?

Judge Anderson.

I know it was a mean thing to do to tell
on him that way.

But it was the best thing that could
have happened.

Mr. Anderson became a changed man.

He couldn't do enough for everybody.

was particularly delighted because Mr.
Anderson donated his stained glass

to his church.

And now comes the sad part of the story.

Mr. Anderson died.

It was inevitable, they said.

But he was my first friend who did that
and it made me feel awful.

He contributed much to his community.

He was a man most respected.

I'll get it.

He was a man greatly respected.

Oh, Clarence, come in. Good afternoon,
Reverend Felt. Good afternoon, Mrs.

Hello, Clarence. Good to see you again.

Hi, Eldegard.

Hi, Clarence.

Nothing wrong with your aunt, I hope?

No, Aunt Aggie is fine, but I, uh... I
wonder if I could speak to you alone for

a moment. It's, uh, about Mr. Anderson.

Of course. Come into my study. Excuse
me.

Sit down, Clarence.

I was, uh...

Just going over my eulogy for Mr.
Anderson's funeral tomorrow.

We're all going to miss him.

Especially Hildegard.

I know. That's why I had to speak to you
in confidence. You see, sir, it... It

seems I made a mistake about Mr.
Anderson.

What do you mean, a mistake?

Well, I found out today at the bank
that... Well, Judge Anderson did retire,

he went to California.

The man here in Essington who called
himself John Anderson...

was actually a fellow by the name of
John Loughton.

Loughton? Yes, sir. John Loughton, the
man who strangled his wife.

I guess he thought it was a good joke to
take the name of the man who sentenced

him. He spent 15 years in prison.

The whole town is going to be very
upset.

Especially Hildegard.

I guess he made a fool of all of us.

I don't agree with you, Clarence.

But I suppose I will have to change the
text of my sermon.

Now, let me see. There's something in
the book of Daniel, I think.

Oh, yes. Chapter 10, 11th verse.

A man greatly beloved, understand the
words that I say unto thee.

As far as we're all concerned, that's
all we have to remember.

And all we ever have to say.

And Mr. Anderson was a man greatly
beloved.

He did good things and never told on
anyone, even when they told on him.

He was the kindest man I ever knew, next
to my father.

Thus ends tonight's story.

After seeing it, I think you'll treat
your neighbor more kindly.

After all, he may be a former axe
murderer.

Of course, there's nothing to worry
about. He's probably out of practice.

I hope you'll join us next time when we
shall present another story of mystery

and or suspense.

Good night.