All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s03e26 Bull In A China Shop

Good evening, aficionados.

Tonight's story is called Bull in a
China Shop.

So we decided to indulge in a bit of
bullfighting.

An obvious case of mistaken identity.

Originally, I was to have appeared in
the skin -tight pants of a matador.

However, at the last moment...

it was decided that this was a sight for
which the television audience was not

yet ready.

Television is like bullfighting in one
respect.

They both have what is called the moment
of truth.

In bullfighting, it is the moment the
matador faces the bull before

he converts him to hamburger.

Ladies and gentlemen...

The moment of truth.

Good afternoon.

I'm Dennis O 'Finn.

I'm Miss Hilda Lou.

Welcome to 909 Lexington.

Oh, thank you.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Good afternoon.

These are my guests.

Miss Birdie. Miss Birdie.

Miss Bessie. Miss Bessie. Miss Samantha.

Miss Samantha.

It's so nice of you to drop by.

Well, it's so nice of you to ask me.

Since we're neighbors, it's high time we
became friends.

Yes.

That's what we've been thinking.

That's why we go... Now, what's the
trouble? One of you lovely ladies

a thimble or a pair of scissors?

Oh, no. Why, we wouldn't bother you for
a thing like that.

Well, you're not trying to tell me it
has anything to do with my job.

You know what I do.

Oh, yes, we know all about you.

You're Mr.

Dennis O 'Finn.

You're 45 years old.

You live across the court.

And you're not even married.

And you have a strawberry mark on your
left

shoulder. And you do exercises every
morning.

And you're a detective first class in
homicide.

Well, you've done a thorough job.

You seem to know more about me than my
own mother.

Now, what can I do for you?

Doesn't she look pretty, poor Elizabeth?

The lavender hanky is so becoming.

My beaded bag and my feather boar.

Poor Elizabeth, what a shame she
couldn't be here to enjoy it all.

Have you called a doctor?

There's no need, she's dead.

But your doctor has to sign the death
certificate.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Oh, Mr. Finn.

Aren't you going to ask us any
questions?

No.

Yes, we... We thought you'd have to
investigate.

Oh, now I see why you called me.

But you don't understand. My business
isn't natural death.

It's murder.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten
you.

Tell me, was she ill very long?

No, she went in a few minutes.

We'd appreciate it if you'd take care of
everything.

I'm sorry, but that's not my job.

Of course, we'd be glad to see you
again.

I said I'm sorry, that's not my job.

Oh.

I'll send the coroner. But you will come
back?

Well, it's nice of you to ask me, but...

They keep me pretty busy down at
headquarters.

Ladies, don't bother to see me out.

You sure get stuck with the doozies,
don't you?

Seems so.

Why couldn't I have run off duty when
those ladies called? Oh, since when have

you been one to object to the company of
ladies?

I felt like a bull in a china shop in
that place.

Poor old things.

Just kind of sitting around waiting to
die.

You should have seen the way that corpse
was decked out.

Like she was going to a party.

Sounds like she was all ready for her
funeral.

I can tell you, they gave me the
willies.

Hello, Kramer.

Yeah.

Here's the counter for you.

Hello, Bill.

Yeah, the old lady from 909 Lexington.

What?

Are you sure?

Arsenic.

One, two, three, four, five.

Don't you think we might have an extra
one?

Mr. O 'Finn is such a big man.

Well, he may be a big man, but that
doesn't make him a glutton.

Please.

Oh, well.

Since it's for him.

Thank you.

Isn't it nice to have a man coming to
the house again?

Oh, I can't see it makes much difference
one way or the other.

Oh, no difference at all.

You haven't worn that apron since the
Ruffers were here six years ago.

I wish I had my feather boa.

I haven't been without it on important
occasions like this in the last 30

I know what you mean, dear. I can't seem
to find a safe place for my money now

that my beaded bag is gone.

Money? You've been holding out on us,
Miss Samantha?

Oh, no.

Just some French coins that I saved from
my grand tour.

What a pity we gave all our things to
Elizabeth. She can't appreciate them

Shh. The dead are never far away.

Besides, she looks so pretty for Mr.

O 'Finn. That's why we gave them to her.

Your chair.

Yes.

One, two, three, four,

five.

There. That's just enough.

What about a place for Miss Elizabeth in
memoriam?

Why, of course we will.

And we'll draw straws to see who sits
next to Mr. O 'Pinn.

Like we do for all important decisions.

Oh.

Oh, he's here,

he's here.

Ladies.

afternoon. Good afternoon, ladies.

I'm glad to see that you're all bearing
up so well in your bereavement.

I brought these back. I thought you
might like to keep them as reminders of

departed friend.

My lavender curtain.

My feather ball.

I thought I'd never see it again.

We don't need this anymore now that he's
here.

Now

I see how

you know so much about me.

There's a law against peeping ladies,
you know.

You won't tell on us, will you?

I promise I won't tell.

As a matter of fact, I'm here on much
more serious business.

Ladies, I'm sorry to inform you that
your dear friend, Miss Elizabeth, did

die of natural causes.

Now, not another word until we all sat
down.

Something wrong?

Yes, you've just sat on Elizabeth.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Now, about Miss Elizabeth.

You see, the coroner discovered that she
swallowed a rather large dose of

arsenic. Oh, would you like a cup of
tea?

Oh, don't trouble.

Where do you suppose she got the
arsenic?

No trouble.

Cup of tea?

Ladies, I must tell you that I'm here in
an official capacity.

Oh, nice.

This arsenic... Where did it come from?

From the cupboard, of course.

Oh, of course.

You see, it's no trouble, a cup of tea,
really.

Look, there's an extra biscuit for you.

What would the arsenic be doing in your
cupboard?

That's where I keep the rat poison, in
an old sugar container.

Elizabeth was naughty rummaging there.
It's one of the rules of my house.

For that bit of boldness, the poor woman
was certainly punished.

Take sugar in your tea?

I really haven't the time.

And I'm not much for tea.

Do you have tea with all of your meals?

Why, yes.

And I suppose the tea canister is kept
in the same cupboard with the sugar?

I mean with the arsenic. Are you trying
to tell Miss Hildy Lou how to run her

kitchen? Heaven forbid.

I presume you ladies believe it was an
accident. She mistook the arsenic for

sugar. Oh, yes, it was an accident.

A very fatal accident. Poor Miss
Elizabeth.

What are you going to do now, Mr. O
'Finn? Excuse me, ladies.

Mr. O 'Finn, won't you be coming back
again just in case you find

out something more about poor Elizabeth?

You mean in case it wasn't an accident?

Won't you be coming back again to find
clues?

I'm sure the house is full of them.

Dear Mr.

O 'Field.

The boys from the crime lab will be over
later.

Oh, dear.

I thought you were handling it. You mean
we won't be seeing you again?

You ladies had better find a more
suitable place for that particular

Can you see about that?

Can you see?

And I can see the strawberry bark on his
left shoulder.

Why do we fiddle for nine pence? And it
is Irish too.

And it is Irish.

What's the matter? What happened?

He shut us out.

Oh, dear.

Well, what will we do now?

Now tell me, what happened?

Oh, ask Miss Hildy Lou. She found her.
Isn't that right?

Is that true?

Yes, I did.

I was just before tea time, and I came
in here with the tray and found her

there. I was so upset, I dropped the
whole thing.

Has anyone touched anything?

Miss Bertie?

Well, when I saw her...

And I knew you were coming.

I gave her my feather boa to wear, but
only for a lend.

And I gave her my lavender hanky. She
did like it so much.

No, I didn't touch anything.

I had nothing to give her.

Oh, yes, I did. I gave her an extra cup
of tea before tea time. She complained

of being hungry.

May I have the cup?

Oh, I washed it and put it away. It was
a good chatter.

Oh, I see.

The good China.

Ladies, I'm afraid this time you're in
for a thorough investigation.

I'm afraid you're in real trouble.

Oh, do you think it's murder?

Yes.

As a matter of fact, I do.

Tea canister, negative.

Arsenic canister, negative.

We've given them every test.

There's not even a single print.

Once again, these led nowhere. But the
medical lab proved that tea was loaded

with arsenic.

Oh, it's murder, all right. There must
be a clue somewhere.

What I don't understand is how the
murderer knew which one of the ladies

be drinking tea next.

It's a puzzler.

It is if you consider the murderer was
after Miss Samantha in particular.

I mind she didn't care who drank tea
next. She just splats the arsenic in the

tea and says, first come, first serve.

But why?

Why? I wish I knew.

What would they gain by the death of
Miss Samantha? She certainly didn't have

any money. From what I've seen, they all
lived together with the peace and quiet

of a band of angels.

Maybe one of them went off her rocker.
One of them?

Which one?

They all know where the tea was, and
they all know where the arsenic was

But Miss Hildy Lou admitted that she was
the one who gave the extra cup of tea

to Miss Samantha.

She must be the one.

That's too simple.

Don't forget that the pot of tea as well
as the canister contained enough

arsenic to knock off a whole city block.

Well, whoever it is, they're getting a
good start right here at 909 Lexington.

Well, that leaves Miss Hildy Lou out.
She wouldn't want to lose her income as

landlady of that house.

Yeah, you're right.

Besides, Miss Hildy Lou prepared that
tea.

If she knew it was poison, she certainly
wouldn't sit down and drink it herself.

I think I've got it.

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd
have a word to say against him, but I

don't think Mr. O 'Finn is very bright.

What an awful thing to say.

I think you should be ashamed.

You needn't shout.

I'm not deaf.

Well, it's been three days. We haven't
seen him.

Hasn't even come up with a clue.

Solving murders, hard work.

Mr. O 'Finn will come up with an answer.
You see if I'm not right. I don't know.

Maybe Bessie's right.

Mr. O 'Finn has been in homicide for
over 20 years. They haven't kept him

for nothing.

Maybe he's running down.

Could happen.

Maybe he's met his match for the first
time.

I have faith in him.

That forehead of his. A man with a
forehead like that just can't fail.

My fiancé Jonas had a forehead like
that. A man of real character.

He got away, didn't he?

That's exactly what I mean.

No matter how hard I tried to get him,
he always got away.

That showed determination, strength.

I've never stopped loving him for it.

Tell us about Jonas.

I'd love to hear you speak of him.

That's him, Mr. O 'Finn.

Paper boy, more likely.

Ed? Good afternoon, Mr.

Finn. Good afternoon.

Won't you come in?

Good afternoon, ladies.

Good afternoon, Mr. Finn.

Now, you all say nothing was touched
after Miss Samantha's death was

That's right. No, nothing was.

Not a thing.

I came in and found her and dropped the
trays I told you.

Miss Hildy Lou, I arrest you for the
murders of Miss Elizabeth... And Miss

Samantha. Oh, Mr. Finn.

I think you're just marvelous.

See, I told you he was smart.

How did you figure it out?

You do understand what I'm saying.

Oh, yes.

And I think it was very clever of you to
have found out.

It couldn't have been anyone else.

You see, when we put the cup together,
we found one piece missing. That gave me

a clue.

The cup handle was missing.

The handles were missing on all of the
cups. And that decided you that I had

done it? The lady who carried these
dishes in is a frugal, hard -working

who's managed to support herself by
running this boarding house.

She's had to learn to scrimp and to
save, to take care of her meager

possessions. That's why she used cups
like these without handles, because she

knew in advance they would be broken.

She knew there'd be a corpse in this
room even before she entered, because

couldn't bear to break her one good set
of dishes.

Didn't I tell you a man with a forehead
like that would figure it out?

Now, what do we do?

If you'll get your things ready, we'll
go down to headquarters.

Oh, sir.

Well, either one of us could have done
the same thing.

We enjoyed visiting with you as much as
she did.

I guess Hillary Lou had more spirit.

She knew how to bring you back here.

You realize anything you say can be used
against you. Oh, yes, of course.

I've so much to tell you. It'll be a
nice, intimate little chat just between

and me.

Goodbye, girls.

Goodbye, Hildy Lou.

Oh, this is the most exciting evening of
my whole life.

Ladies. Come, Mr. Levin.

the beautiful body of Dennis O 'Finn
that was the cause of it all.

Knock it off, will you?

How do you think I feel? Miss Philly Lou
murdering because of me.

Ah, don't feel bad. She loved the
sacrifice.

Sure, those ladies would be willing to
endure anything for your sake and just

for a glint from your eye.

Oh, and who knows?

Maybe one of them will murder again just
for the sight of him.

I'm afraid of.

Suppose Miss Bessie or Miss Bertie.

That's why I asked to be taken off
homicide.

What?

Whoever this is, tell them I've been
transferred to Arson.

Hello?

Guards 22 and 23, proceed to 909
Lexington for alarm fire.

Guards 22 and 23, proceed for alarm
fire.

I hope you weren't...

too disappointed that our story
contained neither a bull nor a china

As for the ending, eventually Miss
Bessie became enamoured of a fireman,

a love which ultimately consumed her.

And now a word from our sponsor, after
which I shall flit back.

Now a word from our sponsor.

The poor fellow is just too modest to
come out.

We'll have to encourage him with some
applause.

That will teach you to encourage
someone.

Fortunately, I have no such reticence.

I shall be back next week.

Whether you want me or not.

But I do hope you'll see fit to join us.

Until then.

Good night.