All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s03e12 Miss Paisleys Cat

Oh, good evening.

The leading man in tonight's saga is an
alley cat.

He must be fed before each performance.

It keeps him from eating the actors.

Today he's having a finely chopped mice
burger.

Naturally, we use nothing but contented
mice.

For two weeks they have been fed nothing
but tranquilizers.

Now... Just as soon as I can feed our
star, you shall see our story, Miss

Paisley's Cat.

Oh, dear.

There's a spot on the table.

What would Papa have said?

Must have been something hot.

How could I have been so careless?

Papa always told the servants there is
no excuse for carelessness.

Even when one is always alone, it
doesn't do to let down.

Papa always said a lady behaves like a
lady whether anyone can see her or...

How on earth did you get here?

Oh, animals aren't allowed in the
Piedmont apartments, so you must go.

Go, please.

What

an

ugly cat.

I don't suppose anyone ever wants to
stroke you.

I suppose you may stay for dinner.

Goodbye, Danny.

Now be a good, good kitty.

Or be as good as you can.

And do try to stay out of trouble.

Good morning, Miss Paisley. Good
morning, Jenkins.

Excuse me, miss.

Would that striped cat be yours by any
chance?

It is my cat, Jenkins.

I realize he's not supposed to be here
and... I'd be very glad to pay you a

dollar a week for... for any trouble he
might be to you.

Oh, that's very kind of you, miss. And
thank you. But what I was going to say

was... I saw it jump out of Mr.
Rindich's window with a bit of food in

mouth.

You know what Mr. Rindich is?

I know he's a bookmaker and a vulgar
man.

Yes, miss, he sure is.

He's a violent man too, miss.

That's what I wanted to say.

Yes. Yes, I understand.

I shall give Stanley raw meat.

Then he won't steal.

Cut up your meat, Stanley, and I'm
rather dreading it.

I always pick up my steak and chops with
a fork to put them in the pan.

I've never actually handled raw meat
before, Stanley.

That wasn't considered a necessary item
in my education.

See, Stanley?

I wore these gloves when I used to ride
during my holidays from school.

They're the best leather.

Papa always bought the best of
everything.

Now, I hope this will discourage you
from sneaking into Mr. Rindage's

Stanley.

That man is not fit for anyone, not even
a cat to associate with. The other

people in this building are common.

They cannot help that.

But he is also vulgar.

And that is a matter of character.

I'll show you your present, Stanley.

You may not like it, but it's for your
own good.

See?

It says, $5 reward for return, and it
gives our name and address.

Now, let me put it on you.

Now, don't fuss.

You brought this on yourself.

Good afternoon. Afternoon, Jenkins.

Afternoon, Miss Paisley.

Your cat, is it?

Well, I thank you to keep it out of my
apartment.

I regret the trespass. I do, too.

But if I catch him in here again, you
won't have no cat.

This is outrageous.

Jenkins, I am going to file a complaint
against Mr. Rendich for cruelty to

animals. You won't bother him none
getting him fined. He's a bookie, you

He gets fined many times. It's part of
his business expenses.

How revolting.

You'd be surprised the cash that he
handles.

The night before a big race, he'll be
home with that bag of his stuff full.

Then he'll go out around eight and do
his round of the bars and be back at ten

with that much again.

The amount of the fine is irrelevant,
Jenkins.

This is a matter of principle.

Principal don't mean a thing to Mr.

Ringditch, miss.

Stanley, are you all right?

are in great danger.

Don't you care?

How can I make you realize, Stanley?

We're helpless, Stanley.

Helpless.

He's a dreadful man.

And we've no recourse in law.

We can't prove anything.

The lawyer said we'd be left out of
court.

Oh, Stanley, why must you be so
independent?

Run away! Run away!

I'm sure sorry, ma 'am. He took the
leash right out of my hand. Sure hope he

hasn't hurt your cat.

On the contrary, I'm afraid my cat may
have injured your dog.

I'm very sorry.

If there's anything I can do... No,
that's all right, ma 'am. He asked for

and he got it.

Your cat knows how to take care of
himself all right. Get in under and

up.

Oh?

I have some iodine in my apartment.

He don't want none of that.

Maybe your cat has saved him from losing
an eye to the next one.

Don't give it any more talk.

You're very kind.

Thank you.

Good day.

Good day.

Right I've had.

And I didn't know whether you were hurt
or not.

Oh, I'm so glad you came in.

That huge dog.

Oh, Stanley, I was so proud of you. You
know just how to defend yourself.

Get in under and strike up.

Oh, Stanley, do be careful.

I don't know what I'd do if anything
should happen to you.

Stanley?

Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Stanley.

Where are you?

Stanley?

Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty.

Come on, Stanley.

In 24 hours?

How can you treat me this way?

I must find him.

Something may have happened to him.

You must not be in here, Kitty.

Come on, Stanley, come.

Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.

Jenkins.

Jenkins, I'm afraid something terrible
has happened.

Why, miss, what seems to be the trouble?

Stanley, my little cat, is missing. And
I... I just saw his collar in the waste

paper basket in Mr. Rindage's room.

What a pity, Miss. Jenkins, you must
investigate this at once.

It's your duty.

Yes, Miss.

I sure hate to do this, but there's
something I think you should see

In back.

Very well, Jenkins.

He was in Mr. Renditch's room again soon
after you came home last night.

You shouldn't really be surprised. He
was bound to do it sooner or later.

Maybe he didn't do it.

Maybe that wasn't his collar I saw.

Oh, yes, it was, miss.

When my wife went in this morning to
straighten up his apartment, she spotted

the collar in the wastebasket.

She said the strap part had been cut,
like maybe with a razor.

Oh, a dreadful Stanley.

Dreadful.

Mr. Rendich is a beast.

No. No, he's much worse.

You were the beast, Stanley.

A dear, good little beast.

And Jenkins is a cruel man.

I can see that now.

He's always mocked me.

I think...

I think he was

hoping this would happen.

It excites him to see us suffer.

It is now five minutes past eight.

In less than two hours, Mr. Rendich will
come home.

You could defend yourself against other
animals.

But I taught you to trust human beings.

And I couldn't defend you against them.

I've allowed myself to become excited.

I must be calm.

I don't remember turning out the lights.

Good heavens.

It's four o 'clock.

Almost daylight.

They took him away.

Handcuffs and all.

What is all this noise about?

The bookie on the ground floor, Miss.
Somebody cut him up with a knife last

night. The cops have arrested Bob
Jenkins.

They took him away in handcuffs.

I see.

Hey, Myrtle.

Thank you very much.

to remember.

Get in under and strike up.

I went out.

I returned.

Five dollars reward for return.

Return.

Oh.

Oh, please help me.

Committed murder.

Miss Paisley, do you really think that
you killed a man while in a state of

trance because you believed he had
killed your cat?

I knew he had killed my cat.

Jenkins showed me the cat's body, and I
myself saw my little cat's collar in Mr.

Rindich's waste paper basket.

Well, then that collar should still be
in the basket, shouldn't it? Naturally.

There was no collar in the basket,
Inspector.

Oh? Well, I... I must have taken it away
with me. It must be here somewhere.

Can't think what I could have done with
it.

At what time did you kill him?

I don't know.

I have no memory of the act itself.

I can only say that it was fixed in my
mind that I must get close and strike

upwards.

How did you get in?

Again, I can't say.

I might have... I must have got in
through the window.

So you don't remember anything. You're
simply working out what you think you

must have done.

I appreciate the force of your remark,
Inspector.

But I must ask you to believe that at
five minutes past eight, I sat in that

chair waiting.

That my next clear memory is of starting
up in that chair at about four,

noticing that it was nearly daylight and
someone had turned off the lights.

Quite so, quite so.

Now, we accept the fact there's a period
you don't remember in which you have

done various things. But I don't believe
that you killed Rindage.

What about the knife?

I can identify it. And so can dozens of
people. It's a very common kind of

knife, Miss Paisley. Any hardware store
has sold hundreds of them.

But my knife is gone.

Miss Paisley, if you had entered
Rinnich's apartment and done everything

said, your fingerprints would be all
over the place.

I was wearing leather riding gloves.

May I have a look at them, Miss Paisley?

I... They're gone.

And the raincoat, too.

Well, what raincoat? My gabardine
raincoat.

I was wearing it and the gloves when I
sat in that chair to wait for Mr.

to come home.

When I came to, they were gone.

You don't believe me.

Well, I believe that you believe it all,
Miss Paisley.

You felt that you had to kill the man
who had killed your cat.

But you knew you couldn't face up to a
job like murder, especially with a

So you had a brainstorm, or whatever you
want to call it, in which you convinced

yourself you had committed the murder.

I don't understand.

Even if I can't prove that I did it, why
do you think Jenkins did it?

At 7 o 'clock this morning, before the
murder was discovered, a police officer

found Jenkins trying to sink a bag in
the river.

Now, that bag belonged to Rindage. He'd
collected money in it and kept it

overnight.

And Jenkins has more than $500 in cash
that he can't account for.

Oh, yes.

Jenkins was always interested in Mr.
Rindich's money.

Well, he must have discovered the body
and been unable to resist the money.

I suppose he thought he could get rid of
the bag, hide the money, and the police

would think that the murderer had taken
it.

And that's exactly what we do think,
Miss.

Now, do you still believe that you
killed him?

Well, then remember this.

If the brain can play one sort of trick
on you...

It can play another, just as it's doing
now.

Well, don't try to figure it out.

Just relax. After a while, the whole
thing will come back to you.

Goodbye, Miss Paisley.

Goodbye.

I tried.

I told him everything.

He was very kind.

Very considerate.

Well, I suppose I must just do as he
says.

Try to relax and not think about it.

But it does seem a little hard on
Jenkins.

Undesirable as he is.

I still miss you, Stanley.

Though it's been six months.

Six months and three days.

And I still find myself looking toward
the window.

Listening for you.

I'm lonely, Stanley.

I was used to it before you came, but
now I'm lonely.

Perhaps I'll get a kitten.

A very young one that I can train so it
won't... Oh, dear.

I'm down behind the cushion.

Well, I don't see how it... Oh?

Five dollars reward for it.

Now I remember everything.

I took it out of the basket afterwards.

I didn't want to get blood on it.

So I took off my glove.

I took the collar out of the basket and
put it in the front of my dress.

Then, yes, I put on my glove and went

out the window to the river. That's
where the coat and knife and glove are.

Oh, I must tell that nice inspector.

What a pity poor Jenkins has already
been executed.

But the new superintendent is much
nicer.

Almost a gentleman, in fact.

Unfortunately for Miss Paisley, murder
will out.

She was finally uncovered.

chiefly through the efforts of the SPCH,
the Society for the Prevention of

Cruelty to Humans.

It's not a very powerful organisation,
but it's growing.

As for the star of our show, Miss
Paisley's cat Stanley, he went down in

line of duty, making a revival of our
play impossible.

But all is not lost.

He is being used for dog food.

And on this pleasant note, we conclude
tonight's entertainment.

Until next time, good night.