All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s03e23 The Right Kind Of House

Good evening, fellow realtors and
clients.

I'm very anxious to call your attention
to the investment possibilities of our

new subdivision, Pitted Hills.

Naturally, it lacks certain of the
luxuries, but this is the price one pays

getting in on the ground floor.

The sewers are not yet in. However,
there are enough... craters to go around

for its lack of atmosphere and water i
don't expect that to deter those of you

with a real pioneer spirit those of you
with vision can i'm sure imagine the

beautiful sight of the moon completely
covered with the well -known inexpensive

hitchcock homes all with picture windows
giving everyone an unobscured view of

his neighbor's picture window

Naturally, each home would be
individualized, for there are seven

models to choose from.

Seven, mind you. Red, green, blue,
orange, lemon, lime, and the ever

chartreuse. For those of you who are
budget -minded, we do have cheaper lots

the upper area. Very fine, of course, if
you like a lot that completely

disappears at half -moon.

Like our prologue, tonight's story
touches on real estate.

It begins immediately after this brief
advertisement.

Sally? Yes, Mr. Hacker?

Seems like we've got a customer.

Think we ought to act busy?

Sure.

What should I type?

Anything. Write a letter to your
boyfriend, if you like.

Well, that's Philly. It's right across
the state.

Now,

just type what I just dictated. Mr.
Hacker?

Yes, sir.

Something I can do for you?

Might be, if I can find the right kind
of house. Well, you've come to the right

place.

Won't you sit down, Mr... Waterberry.

Hot today, almost as bad as the city.

Well, it's unusually hot for around
here, doesn't usually get this hot mean

temperature around 78 in the summer.

Isn't that right, Sally?

Sally! Pull out that darn racket!

Yes, Mr. Hacker.

Now then.

How'd you happen to come here, Mr.
Waterbury? See my ad in the Times? Nope.

take one every week.

Lots of city people interested in a town
like ours. You'd be surprised how much

business an ad brings in. I didn't see
it.

You didn't? Nope. Oh.

I just happened to be passing through. I
remembered the town. I used to drive

through here on my way to Albany before
I retired.

I always thought I'd like to settle down
here someday.

You couldn't do any better.

It's a nice little town.

I've got some real fine listings here.
Well, I've already seen a place I might

be interested in. Well, it's a little
run down, but a fella could have a lot

fun fixing it up if he didn't have
anything else to do.

Did it have a realtor's sign on it? Yes.

Yours. Oh.

It's that old house down at the end of
Elm Street.

That place?

Old Sadie Grimes' house?

What is it? What's the matter with the
place?

Well, it's not in very good condition.

Now, if you really like this town, if
you're serious about settling down here,

got any number of places that would suit
you much better.

Now, you look here, Hacker.

I think I know better than you what kind
of a place would suit me.

I'm interested in that old house, huh?

Do you want to sell it to me or don't
you? Oh, yes.

Yes, I'd like to move it, all right.

It's been on my books for five years.

How much do you think that place is
worth, Mr. Waterbury?

You name the price, Hacker, and then
we'll see.

Oh, I'm not diggering with you.

I'd just like to know how much you
figure it ought to go for.

Well, I don't know.

Nine thousand, maybe.

Nine -five tops.

Well, you're not far wrong.

But that isn't what Mrs. Grimes is
asking. Well, what is she worth?

Fifty thousand dollars.

Fifty? What is this, a joke?

I wish it was.

Do you know how many buyers I've had for
that place in the last five years?

Seven. She ought to know she could never
get a price like that.

She must be cracked.

Maybe.

Sadie's had her share of troubles.

Lost the youngest boy a few years back.

If you'd be interested in anything else,
Mr. Waterbury.

No.

No, I don't think so.

I kind of like that old house.

I don't know. It just seemed like the
right kind of a place for me.

You think maybe if I went out there and
talked to her?

You'd be wasting your time. I've been
trying for five years.

Maybe if somebody else tried, she might
listen to reasoning from an outsider.

Well, if you want to take the trouble,
it's all right with me.

That's worth a try.

Sally, call old Sadie and tell her Mr.
Waterbury's on his way out. Yes, Mr.

Hackett. Thanks.

Good luck.

Yes? Afternoon, ma 'am.

Oh, Aaron Hacker said you were coming. I
didn't get the name Aaron Mumbo, so...

Waterberry. Well, now you're here, I
suppose you may as well come in.

Thank you.

Mighty hot today.

Well, it's cool in here because I keep
the door shut.

Now, if you've come here to bargain with
me, Mr. Waterberry, you might as well

save your breath because I've set the
price and I don't intend to budge. So I

understand, but I thought we might just,
uh...

You know, talk a little. Well, talk is
free, but if you're not interested in my

house at my price, there's nothing to
talk about.

Ah, I wouldn't be here at all if I
wasn't interested.

Very well.

Sit down.

Miss Grimes, your real estate agent
says... Oh, Aaron Hacker's a fool.

He keeps sending people around to argue
with me. I'm too old for changing my

mind. I know I'm getting along myself,
Mrs. Grimes.

Retired a few months ago.

I made a fair amount of money in my
time, and now I'm getting ready to

down.

So I started to look around for some
nice, quiet, small town.

Why did you choose Ivy Corners?

Oh, I don't know.

Always liked the place.

Then you've been here before?

I passed through here many times when I
was on the road.

A salesman.

Well, I thought I'd come up here today
and look the place over.

Town looked as good as I remembered, so
I decided right then and there that this

was the town and this was the house.

Why?

How do you explain a thing like that? It
just seemed like the right kind of

house for me.

I like it, too. That's why I'm asking a
fair price for it. Fair price?

Now, Mrs.

Grimes, a house like this shouldn't cost
more than $9 ,000, $10 ,000.

That's enough. I told you I wouldn't
argue. I've got better things to do.

Mrs. Grimes... If you're not interested
in my house, at my price, there's

nothing more to be said. Now, wait a
minute.

Now, look, I didn't say I wouldn't pay
your price, did I?

After all, I can afford it. I've got
plenty of money now.

Why shouldn't I enjoy myself?

I've worked a good many years to get it,
and I've got nobody to leave it to.

You don't have a family, Mr. Waterbury?

No. No, I'm all alone in the world. My
wife died a good many years ago. I got

nobody to account to except myself.

You know, I got a darn good notion to
take you up on it.

The telephone is right there. Why don't
you call Aaron Hacker and tell him so?

By George, I'll do it.

I've got some lemonade in the icebox.
While you're drinking it, I'll tell you

the history of this house.

Fine, I could stand something cold.

I'll get it.

That's 4 -1 -2 -1.

4 -1 -2 -1.

Aaron Hacker, realtor.

One moment.

It's Mr. Waterbury.

Mr. Waterbury? Well, I've still got some
mighty fine listings in my book.

You what?

Well, how much did she come down?

You wouldn't be pulling my leg, would
you?

Oh, no, no, I think it's fine, real
fine.

Congratulations, Mr. Waterbury.

Goodbye.

He's paying 50 ,000 for that old wreck.

She must have hypnotized him.

Well, sir?

This house has been in my family since
1872.

Thank you. All my children were born
here in the upstairs bedroom.

All except Michael.

He was the youngest.

He was born in the new hospital.

I guess he was my favorite.

Anyway, everybody says I spoiled him.

This is his picture.

He's a fine -looking young man.

Yes. He was handsome.

Black hair, dark eyes.

He was full of high spirits. He was not
like the others.

They were all steady, reliable.

Got married, raised families, bought
homes.

But Michael was different. He had big
dreams, ambition.

He couldn't wait to leave Ivy Corners
and go to the city. I know. I was

the same when I was young.

I didn't see him for nine years.

But he did very well in the city. And
regular as clockwork, every month

be a check in the mail for me.

Not that the money didn't come in handy,
but mostly it was because Michael had

sent it.

Mr. Hacker mentioned something about
him.

Yes, you can't have secrets in a small
town.

Everybody knows Michael got into some
kind of trouble.

He never told me what it was.

But I knew from the moment I saw him
that something was wrong.

He came home in the middle of the night.

The knocker woke me up, and I knew it
was Michael even before I got

It's not unusual.

I can't explain it, but a mother
frequently knows these things. I knew

had come home.

Ma.

Michael.

Close the door, Ma. I don't want the
whole town to know I'm back.

Oh.

Why didn't you let me know you were
coming?

Are you hungry? I'll get you something
to eat. Don't bother. I ate on the road

couple of hours ago.

You're thin.

You've been working too hard.

You're not sick, are you? No, I'm just
beat, that's all.

I've been on the road since yesterday
morning.

Michael.

What's wrong?

Wrong? There isn't anything wrong.

I get fed up with my job, so I quit,
that's all.

I needed a rest, so I thought I'd come
home for a little while.

Anything wrong in that?

Oh.

I'm glad.

Go on back to bed, Ma.

We'll have plenty of time to talk about
it. I'm going to be around for a few

weeks.

Give

me that!

What do you think you're doing?

Well, I was going to unpack it for you.

Oh, well, these aren't my clothes, Ma. I
had everything shipped on ahead.

Should be here tomorrow or the next day.

These are just some things I... I
cleaned out of my desk when I quit.

If you want to know the truth, Ma, I
didn't quit. I got fired.

I'm sorry, Ma.

Maybe that's why I'm so jumpy.

Don't pay any attention to me.

I'll be all right after I get a good
night's sleep.

Good night, dear.

Good night, Ma.

Nothing more was ever said about that
little black bag, and I don't know what

Michael did with it.

I never saw it again.

You know, Mrs. Grimes, I think I'm
beginning to understand why you set such

high price on this house. After all,
you've lived here all your life. Your

children grew up here.

It must hold a lot of memories for you.

Yes, memories.

Happy ones and sad ones.

I never had a family myself.

I missed a lot in life, I suppose.

Well, maybe I was spared a lot, too.

Just how much did Aaron Hacker tell you
about Michael?

Nothing.

Well, he just mentioned that you'd lost
him about five years ago. He didn't

explain what he meant by it.

Well, you won't live here long before
you hear it from somebody.

So you might as well hear it from me.

Michael stayed at home that whole
summer.

He never went out any further than the
front porch.

That wasn't like him. He was always on
the go when he lived at home before.

So I knew there was something bothering
him.

But there was no use questioning him
about it. If he was going to tell me,

do it in his own good time.

The rest was good for him. He got back
some of his weight and his nerves were

better. He was much more like his old
self.

And I was happy as a mother could be
having him home again.

Then one night...

It ended.

Hello, Mike.

I told you once and I'll tell you again.
It wasn't me. I didn't get it. I don't

know who did.

You can take it if you need me.

Where is it, punk? I haven't got it.

I'm sorry I have to burst in on you at a
time like this, but I got to. It's all

right, Joe. Sit down.

Oh, this is Detective Sergeant Singer
from New York.

How do you do, Mrs. Grimes?

Seemed like a real nice funeral, Sadie.
Over half the town folks turned out.

Mike had a lot of friends.

Curiosity, that's what brought them out.

Yeah, I guess so.

Sadie, you're going to have to hear this
sooner or later.

I hate to be the one to tell you, but I
guess it's up to me.

Mike got himself into a lot of trouble
in New York.

Yes?

Serious trouble.

Him and three other fellas held up a
bank and stole over $200 ,000.

The way it looks now, Mike made off with
all the money and came back here to

hide out.

One of the gang found out where he was
and came here to get his share.

Now, from what you told me the night he
was shot, Mike wouldn't hand it over.

I never told you anything of the kind,
Joe Taylor.

I said Mike told the man he didn't have
it.

So you did.

Well, that's why Sergeant Singer is here
from New York.

I guess you better take it on from here.

Mrs. Grimes, it's my job to find that
money and to return it to the bank.

I think you can help us.

Who's going to find the man who killed
my son?

Chief Taylor's working on that.

We are, too, to a certain extent, but
the murder's out of our jurisdiction.

Now, did you ever see the money?

No.

Did your son ever say or do anything
that would indicate he had the money?

You think maybe it's hidden somewhere in
the house? I don't know.

Have you looked for it?

Why should I look for the money?

I don't want the money. I want the man
who killed my boy.

Now, Sadie, we're doing everything we
can.

You know we don't have much to work on
if you'd just gotten a look at him. I

heard his voice, that was all.

Mrs. Grimes, when the bank was robbed,
the loot was carried away in a small

black bag.

It might have been transferred into
something else, but then again, it might

have been.

Do you recall whether your son ever had
such a bag?

Do you, Mrs. Grimes?

No. You never saw a small black bag in
this house?

I never saw it.

That was five years ago.

I buried my boy and then I put this
house up for sale.

For $50 ,000.

It's a strange story, Miss Grimes. I'm
glad you told it to me.

I had my own reasons for telling you.

I need advice.

Mr. Waterbury, you're a businessman.

Do you think the bank will accept $50
,000 as the full restitution?

Why shouldn't they? It's a bird in the
hand.

But it's only a quarter of what Michael
stole.

Well, I don't imagine they expected to
get any of it back. They probably wrote

it off years ago.

Very well, then.

That's settled.

Have you had any more trouble from the
police?

The police?

Well, you did lie to them about the
stolen money. I said I never saw that

You told them you never saw a little
black bag, either.

But you told me Michael had one the
night he came home.

Yes, I lied.

Michael hid that little black bag
somewhere in this house.

To this day, I don't know where. I never
tried to find it.

I left it for the man who killed my son
to come back and get it.

How could you tell? You said you never
saw him.

I didn't.

That's why I put this old house up for
sale for $50 ,000.

Only someone who knew there was $200
,000 hidden here.

would pay five times what this old place
is worth.

And that person would be the man who
killed my boy.

I see.

Very clever of you, Mrs. Grimes.

I don't think it took cleverness.

Just patience.

I knew someday you'd come back to get
the money.

All I had to do was wait.

Until I could find a man who was willing
to pay too much for an old house.

Now I suppose you'll phone the police.

Yes, I'll phone the police.

I don't see how I can let you do that.

If you'd been smart, Mrs. Grimes, you
would have phoned them before you told

the story.

Mr. Waterbury, I didn't tell you the
story until after you drank your

Poison? Enough to kill you three times
over.

This is Sadie Grimes.

You can put my house back on your books.

Mr. Waterbury has decided not to buy it
after all.

So much for life in these United States.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Grimes' crime...
Mrs.

Grimes' crime was discovered and her
reputation ruined.

Prior to this, she had never been known
to make a bad glass of lemonade.

Prices have gone sky high on the moon,
so I'm seeking land that isn't so close

in. I think I shall have a look at
Venus.

Most of you seem too young, however, so
I think you should look at something

more wholesome.

I suggest the following, after which I
hope you'll rejoin me.

Very dull.

I couldn't see anything but a planet.

I might as well have looked at the
commercial.

A practice I may take up at our next
meeting. Until then, good night.