All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s03e25 Flight To The East

Evening Earthlings.

Now you housewives know what to do with
your rugs when the moths get in them.

Put the moths to work. After all, if you
can't lick them, join them.

This could be the transportation of the
future.

I'm certain that the day is not far off
when the two -carpet family will be

quite common.

No special launching platform is needed.

The well -waxed hallway of your home
will do.

Ten thousand feet up, and yet I could
swear I saw a billboard.

Over there.

Thanks to luck, my own brand.

Been smoking them ever since the war.

I was a correspondent during the war.

American Wire Service.

Berserdi, El Alamein.

I was a nurse's aide.

That's still your work?

No. I'm a governess.

What's your name?

Miss Denham.

Miss?

All right.

Barbara Denham.

I'm Ted Franklin.

Name familiar to you?

Yes.

I read your articles on the North
African campaign.

And later your dispatches on the Mau Mau
uprising in Kenya.

And what followed?

The trial of Thasha Ishma.

Thasha the Terrible.

Thasha the Terrible.

He was nothing but a puppet.

You still believe that?

Yeah. Mr. Franklin has many strange
beliefs.

Beliefs I'm going to prove.

Sasha had been an Englishman instead of
a half -caste French Arab from Algeria.

He'd never have been convicted.

You didn't say that at the beginning of
the trial. I didn't know that.

I spent every day in that courtroom.

Right from the start.

The Crown Prosecutor, Sir Robert
Wharton, made his opening speech.

And the Crown will prove that Sasha
Ishmael, the defendant in the dock...

was not only a scavenger who robbed the
bodies of the dead of their weapons on

the battlefields of North Africa, but
that he subsequently made an evil career

of illegally trafficking in such
weapons, coming from Algeria to Kenya

sole purpose.

The Crown will further prove that he
incited the Kikuyu tribe to rebellion,

bloodshed, and mass murder, supplying
them with German, Italian, English, and

American instruments of death.

and that he was paid for his nefarious
activities in stolen diamonds, an

inestimable fortune of which only a
small part has been recovered.

For his infamous crimes against all of
humanity, the Crown shall ask, nay,

demand, that Sasha Ishmael be made to
forfeit his life.

Of course I assumed he was guilty.

Sir Robert was very convincing.

You seem very bitter about Sir Robert.

I have my reasons.

Day after day I sat there listening
while he drew the noose tighter and

around Sasha's neck.

Witness after witness told of loading
crates or driving trucks under Sasha's

guidance.

They told of night trips into the
countryside, the crates delivered under

of darkness, Sasha getting small
packages in payment.

If they'd stopped the trial and hung him
right then and there, I wouldn't have

been surprised.

The repetition made me restless.

Only one thing drew my attention.

An old man in the spectator's gallery.

He occupied the same seat every day.

I took to watching him.

He must have become aware of it because
our eyes began to meet.

Then one day after the court adjourned,
I was a little slow in getting out.

And I saw him waiting for me.

He's not guilty.

I'm afraid you're the only one who feels
that way. I know it. I know it. He's my

son. He's not guilty.

He asked me to see Sasha.

To talk to him.

Somehow I couldn't refuse.

I was an accredited correspondent.

So I asked Sir Robert's permission for
an interview.

He didn't like the idea, especially
without an armed guard in the room.

But my wire service was a powerful one.

Yes, Mr. Franklin.

I was arrested during the transfer of a
wooden crate to the Kikuyu.

But I did not know its content, or that
the receiver was to be Mau Mau.

And it was the only such transfer I ever
made.

So far, ten witnesses have testified to
other shipments.

I had one small package of diamonds, Mr.
Franklin, one.

Did they find any others in the hobble
that was my home?

Does a man with a fortune live as a
pauper?

They have dressed me well for the trial.
I was arrested in rags.

The witnesses tell the same story you're
telling, but with you as the leader.

And there must be a leader, mustn't
there?

One master criminal to be hanged while
they get off with a few years in jail.

Why should they point to you if another
man hired them?

Perhaps because another man with a
fortune in diamonds could offer them

security.

You have heard the prosecution, Mr.
Franklin. Have you once heard the name

Arthur Smith?

No. No, will you?

Because he is the man for whom I must
die.

The man who hired me for the errand that
brought me here.

He hires a man in rags to ride with a
truckload of guns and pick up a payment

diamonds? Why?

If he knew there was going to be an
arrest.

Wealth buys many things, Mr. Franklin.

Information.

False witnesses.

Protection. Why didn't you tell Sir
Robert?

I did.

But I doubt that you will find any
mention of it in my statements. And when

mention it in court, they will become
indignant, outraged.

Sasha the Terrible is lying to save his
life.

Glad they're your brand.

Thanks. Is that what made your articles
change so radically?

Sasha's story?

No. I'm too good a reporter for that.

I asked for Robert's permission to
examine the pre -trial statements.

He refused, but I bribed a clerk and got
them anyway.

Arthur Smith's name never appeared.

Sasha might have lied to you.

You must have missed my second article.

Oh, yes. The diamond.

One uncut stone worth a thousand dollars
left in my hotel room with a note

saying there'd be a similar diamond
every night until Sasha's execution.

If I would see things clearly.

That convinced me.

Well, your articles were not without
effect. They aroused a lot of people.

Why not?

Sasha became a symbol of injustice and
persecution.

People don't like that.

Sir Robert didn't either.

I couldn't be bribed.

Killing me would have been further proof
of Sasha's story.

So he did the next best thing.

On the day he was to conclude for the
prosecution he sent for me, the manager

my European bureau was in from Paris.

Now, calm down, Frank. When a man's
going to die, you have stirred up an

international storm.

If it's in the interest of truth, it's
all right.

But there's one thing I don't like. Not
one other correspondent has followed

your lead.

Because they were denied access to Sasha
in the records. That's not true. It is

true. Several of them interviewed Sasha
days before you did. I granted your

request immediately, just as I made
available all records.

You did not.

Franklin, I've spoken with the others.

They did see Sasha, but he never
mentioned Arthur Smith.

How do you account for that?

Maybe they don't have my immunity to one
-cut diamonds.

The prosecutor, the court, the
witnesses, and now the correspondents.

All but you.

You're fired, Franklin.

You too, huh?

There is a man from immigration waiting
outside, Mr. Franklin.

You will leave Kenya on the noon plane.

That was it. I was deported.

A month later, Sasha was hanged. What
have you done since?

Roamed around.

Europe, Australia, Africa.

Looking. For Arthur Smith?

Yes. Followed rumors, tips, anything
involving uncut diamonds.

Did Sasha ever describe the man to you?

Yes. Dark complexion.

Stocky. Neck like a bull. Not British.

That description could fit your
companion.

Yes, it could, couldn't it?

You're a very surprising man, Mr. Frank.

Well, the story isn't over yet.

The part that brought us together.

That started in Cairo just a week ago
today.

You were there?

Uh -huh.

Still searching for Arthur Smith?

Yes. But it was a wild goose chase, like
a hundred before it.

I should have been used to it by then,
but I was depressed.

I walked.

I found myself on a side street.

Odd little shops, art galleries,
antiques.

Something in the window of one of them
caught my eye.

An ancient Egyptian luck token.

I guess I needed luck. I went in.

The proprietor didn't seem to be there.

Don't you remember me?

Ted Franklin.

I remember you.

You killed my son.

You sold his life as you would sell the
life of an animal in the marketplace.

I was the only friend he had in the
world.

I tried to save him. Until the price was
high enough.

Until enough diamonds were offered.

I'm broke. I haven't had a job since.

I've done nothing but search for Arthur
Smith.

Why? Were you not paid in full?

I lost my only son, Mr. Franklin.

My only son.

Are you the only son of your father?

I pray that you are.

Then I might believe in justice again.

You ran away?

Yes. I caught the first plane out to
Johannesburg.

He must have been insane.

I had to kill him. It was self -defense.

Well, running didn't help.

No, but I remembered what happened to
Sasha.

And you met him in Johannesburg?

Yes.

Will he testify for you?

Hardly.

I'm afraid I've been a little unfair.

Dramatic effect, I guess. Or perhaps
I've developed a warped sense of humor.

His name isn't Arthur Smith.

It's Caffier.

Inspector Caffier, the Cairo police.

I see.

They had my description.

Newspaper men can't hide. Too many other
newspaper men know them.

Well, do I rate another one of our
cigarettes after that?

Of course.

I'm afraid I have a confession, too.

I said I was a governess.

My employer is Sir Robert Walton.

I hope you do a better job with his
children.

Sir Robert wasn't present, of course,
but he had quite a different theory

your interview with Sasha.

I'll bet he did.

He's a clever man.

Shrewd, unscrupulous, and clever.

Strange. Those are the very words he
used about you.

He said that your demand for an
interview without the presence of a

unusual, but he granted it out of
respect for your reputation.

I will tell you what I have told the
others. I have nothing to say.

You're going to hang, you know that,
don't you?

I can prevent it.

A journalist? Listen to him, my son.

What can he do in the paper such
evidence?

Use it to save your neck.

You've been smart in spots.

Being dressed in rags when you were
caught.

Living in a hovel.

That's good.

But you were stupid, too.

Hiring so many drivers.

One driver would have known.

Would have given them one witness to use
against you instead of ten.

Very well, Mr. Franklin, you've made
your point.

I can regret my error while I hang.

What would it be worth to serve a short
jail term instead?

And who arranges this?

I do.

For what price?

And even half the loot.

Does he know where the diamonds are?

Only I know.

Until after I am sent in.

I'll need one diamond in advance.

A reward for wasting my time?

Do you want to die?

No.

No, I do not.

But how can you save me?

With a typewriter.

The story of my life? Not your life.

The life of the mysterious, unseen,
untouchable Arthur Smith.

Who is Arthur Smith?

The man who hired you on the streets of
Nairobi to make the one delivery of arms

that led to your arrest.

The man who committed the crimes for
which you stand accused.

The man you told Sir Robert about in
your statements.

But they have records. They didn't put
it in the records. They ignored it. Why?

The witnesses identify me. That's the
beauty of it, Sasha. You're so guilty.

A master criminal would create some
doubt.

Or maneuver a victim like you into his
place.

I am grateful for a friend who will
prevent such an injustice.

You'd better be.

That was Sir Robert's version.

Your editor seemed to agree.

Do you?

I wasn't there.

That's what I've been getting for years.

I don't know. I wasn't there.

Isn't your own knowledge enough?

Yes, but my own life is at stake now.

You know what they'll say about Abdul's
death, don't you?

I think so.

They'll say you were searching for him
rather than for Arthur Smith.

A search that ended when you traced him
to Cairo and entered his shop.

To kill him.

And they'll be speaking the truth, you
know.

You did set out to murder Abdul.

Sir Robert Walton will prove this at
your trial when he tells the story of

really happened that day in Cairo.

You haven't been easy to find, Abdul.

You've been seeking me?

Yes, I've been seeking you.

I want my half.

Half?

What half?

Half of the diamonds.

I don't know where they are.

You're wasting my time.

I don't know.

After the trial, I never saw Sasha
alone. You could not tell me.

You're wasting my time, Abdul.

What are diamonds? I lost my son.

I don't care about your son.

But you're going to join him unless you
talk.

Come on, Abdul. No, no, no.

Right now.

I will get to him.

claim, isn't it?

Sure.

With Sir Robert leading the pack.

Got another cigarette?

These are the last until Cairo.

I'm gonna beat them now.

I've got them stumped on one thing.

One beautiful thing.

What?

The knife and the gun were German war
weapons, weren't they?

That's what Sir Robert hanged Sasha for
dealing in.

So, who'd own them?

Me or the father of Sasha the Terrible?

The newspaper said the gun and the knife
were of a special design issued only to

Nazi generals.

So? The set in question belonged to
General von Kronk.

He was killed at El Alamein.

Yes, I know he was.

I told you I was a nurse's aide.

I met a lieutenant in the hospital base
after El Alamein.

We fell in love.

He might have lived, but the doctors had
so little to make do with.

We had nothing to give each other.

But he managed to give two cigarettes
for me the day before he died.

That's why I'm going to Cairo to
testify.

You see, during the campaign, he
captured von Kronk's gun and knife.

He traded them with an American war
correspondent for two cartons of

Your brand.

I shall certainly never try that again I
learned too late that it was a three

stage carpet and I was the first stage I
did manage to take some pictures which

I shall show you now Here is how the
Earth people look to a Martian.

As you can see, the Martians have a
rather distorted picture of our world.

It looks as though our flying carpet is
falling Earthward and disintegrating

into throw rugs.

This concludes tonight's space
adventure.

Next week we shall be back with more
fiction, scientific or otherwise.

Until then, Good night and a happy
International Geophysical Year to all of