All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s04e21 Relative Value

Good evening.

This began when someone asked me if I
wanted to go into the advertising

business.

I always imagined it had more dignity
than this. Of course, the term sandwich

boards intrigued me too.

Little did I know that I would serve as
the bologna.

As for bologna, more of that in a
moment.

Possibilities of this type of
advertising are limitless. I understand

putting advertising on the inside of
reading glasses.

This is excellent for people who
frequently stare off in space.

I know I shall like it because now I can
sit down with a book without having the

feeling I'm wasting my time.

Tonight's story is called Relative
Value.

First, some of that meat I mentioned a
little earlier.

A hundred pounds? It's out of the
question.

And I'm astonished that you're having
the nerve to ask for it. On top of this,

John, don't you realize that your
signing my name to a check is forgery?

You needn't blame me for that.

I wouldn't have done it if I'd had any
alternative.

Alternative? My dear boy, there are
plenty of alternatives.

Settle down to a steady job. Give up
this racecourse and nightclub existence

you really want an alternative.

Come in.

Oh, good evening, Mr.

John. Evening, Betts.

I brought your warm milk, sir.

Oh, Mr. John, there's some cold lamb and
a bit of that stilton you like, sir.

Well, I've been thoughtful of you,
Betts, but I'm just leaving, I'm afraid.

Oh, then I expect we shan't be seeing
you for a bit.

Mrs. Betts and I are going on our
holiday soon.

My gate as usual?

Yes, sir.

Well, that sounds jolly.

When do you leave?

Uncertainly. Well, who's going to look
after my cousin while you're gone?

Oh, Mrs. Simpson of the village is going
to come in by the day, sir.

I see.

Well, have a good time.

Thank you, sir. I'm sure we will.

Is there anything else, sir?

No, thank you, Betts. You can turn in
now.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Mr. John.

Good night, Betts.

Well, I've just got time to get the last
train.

Might as well get back to London.

Might as well have stayed in London for
all your generosity.

Why won't you realize it isn't a matter
of generosity or otherwise?

I simply haven't got the money. Oh,
don't tell me that, Felix. I saw Uncle

John's will. Yes, you saw the will.

But you didn't see the list of debts
that went with it.

Well, perhaps you'll realize when it all
comes to you how little is left.

That won't be long now, I expect.

That doesn't work any longer either, you
know.

Trying to play on my sympathy by telling
me how ill you are.

You're as well as I am and you'll
probably outlive me.

You seem determined not to believe a
word I say.

Well, I suppose it's useless trying to
convince you.

Yes, it is.

I see.

Very well.

Listen to me, John.

If there is another check like this,
another forgery, I shall have to

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

I'm sorry, but you give me no choice.

Good night, Felix.

Hello, Benny.

Oh, Mr.

Manbridge, what a nice surprise.

Well, I was just on my way to the city,
Benny, and I thought I'd drop in. Oh,

splendid. Would you like a capper?

Um, no, thank you.

Benny, what are the odds on Lady Jane at
the 4 .15 at Sandown?

Oh, they're very good on her, sir. I can
give you 4 to 1.

I'm afraid that's not quite good enough.

Oh, perhaps it's something else you
fancy.

How about, uh...

How about Mr. Moon in the fourth? I can
give you a very good price on him. Well,

I'm not surprised.

He ran wide last time, I see.

Well, if you change your mind, you can
always ring me up.

Yes. Benny, that check of my cousin's I
gave you yesterday, you put it through,

I suppose? That's right. That's what you
said if I didn't hear from you.

Well, you'll know by Thursday if it
bounces, won't you?

I'll know tomorrow, sir.

Nothing wrong with it, is there? Of
course not. The other one was all right,

wasn't it? Yes.

I'd have taken this one if it hadn't
been.

You can be sure of that.

I must say, you bookmakers are a very
suspicious breed.

We've been mates, sir.

Goodbye, Benny.

Goodbye, sir.

Hello, Tom.

Good evening, sir.

Oh, thanks, Bert. Thanks a lot.

I'll have a small whiskey, please, Tom.
Right -o, sir.

Last orders, gentlemen, please. Here you
are, sir. Thank you.

Oh, by the way, Tom, you didn't happen
to find a small brown paper parcel about

the size of a shoebox, did you?

No, sir, not that I can recall.

It was just a little present for my
cousin. You know Felix Manbridge, I

Oh, yes, sir.

I'm sure you didn't leave it here, sir.

But I'll ask the missus tomorrow to be
certain. But I know if she'd found it,

she'd let me know.

Of course you would.

Here, drink up, please, gentlemen.

Time, please, time.

Good Lord, is that clock right?

Yes, sir. Felix will be wondering what's
become of me. It'll take me, what,

three quarters of an hour to walk to his
house?

Oh, yes, all of that, sir.

Well, I'd better be on my way.

All right, come on, gentlemen, hurry up
now. Good night. Good night, sir.

Come on now, drink up. Now, glasses
here.

That's it.

So that we can say to those of you who
have written to ask us, life insurance

the application of insurance to loss or
injury caused by death.

A contract under which one party called
the insurer, in consideration of certain

stipulated payments termed premiums,
agrees to pay to another a money benefit

upon the happening of a contingency
dependent on the duration of a human

The person whose life is the subject of
the contingency is termed the insured,

and the party receiving the benefit...

the beneficiary, while the benefit
itself is called the insurance money.

In practice, the contingency involved is
either the death or the continued

survival of the insured.

The life or mortality table from which
the premiums must be determined is at

foundation of the business.

Such a table, in its simplest form,
consists of the number surviving at each

age, from which the number of death and
probability of mortality are readily

determined.

The three requisites of such tables, for
insurance purposes, are that they

should be safe, properly graduated, and
fairly comparable to the mortality to be

expected. The premiums for life
insurance are computed from the risk of

as shown by the mortality table.

And since the former are usually fixed
sums, while the risk increases with age,

it is necessary to charge more than the
actual cost of the insurance in order to

offset the inefficiency.

Thank you.

Felix, are you there?

Felix, are you there?

What's going on here?

Who is it?

It's the police, sir.

Oh, Mr. Manbridge.

What seems to be the trouble, Colonel?

Constable, I'm glad you're here. My
cousin asked me down for the weekend. I

walked up from the station.

I don't seem to be able to make him hear
me yet.

I can't understand it. I know he's
expecting me.

You wait here, sir. I'll take a look
around.

You'd better come in, sir.

Is anything wrong?

Yes, I'm afraid there is.

What is it, man? For heaven's sake, tell
me.

Well, is he?

Yes, sir. He's dead.

How did it happen?

I don't know, sir.

It's a queer business.

Look at this room.

But, I mean, what happened to him?

Well, that remains to be seen, sir.

He seems to have been dealt a blow.

Maybe he smashed himself in the fender
over here.

But it's cruel because, you see, I found
this note over here.

I, Felix Edward Manbridge, being of
sound mind, follow

me to declare that I am dying by my own
act.

I've taken poison and...

Well,

sir, this was my first day here. I
didn't know Mr. Manbridge too well, you

understand, but as far as I could tell,
everything was normal -like.

Mm -hmm.

And you saw nothing peculiar about his
behavior?

No, nothing out of the way, sir.

And you left about 8 .30, you say?

That's right, sir.

Uh -huh.

Well, you can run along now, Mrs.
Simpson. I'm sorry we had to bring you

late, and thank you for being so
helpful.

Oh, not at all, sir. I'm glad to be of
any help.

Mm -hmm.

Longdon. Yes, sir.

You'll see Mrs. Simpson safely home,
won't you?

Yes, sir. Oh, no, that ain't necessary.

Thank you very much, I'm sure.

I'll just nip out the back way. It's
only a step to my house.

Good night, sir. Good night, Mrs.
Simpson.

What about Mr. Manbridge, sir? Mr. John
Manbridge?

Where is he now?

Outside in the entry hall.

We'll let him stay where he is for the
moment.

Come in.

Well, how about it?

Well, it was just as he said, sir.

Both the ticket collector at the station
and Mr. Crockett at the Four Feathers

both remember Thielen quite clearly.

He was asking about a parcel.

And he left the Four Feathers with just
time to reach the bridge where Longanere

saw him lighten his pipe. And it was
him, all right.

Oh, here's the match ends that I found,
sir.

And they're those little wax kind.
They're not very common hereabouts.

Oh, yes.

And he had a box of them in his pocket.

That seems to give him an alibi, doesn't
it?

But it still looks very odd to me.

What does, sir?

Well, look about you.

We're supposed to believe that a burglar
or some other mysterious intruder was

here, that Felix Manbridge surprised
him, and in the ensuing struggle, This

mysterious visitor killed him with a
poker.

Let's try something, hmm?

We don't at the moment have the poker,
of course, but these will do.

Our sergeant will make you the intruder.
Because you're the taunter, that'll

give you every chance.

Thank you, sir.

Longham. Yes, sir. Turn around. Remove
your helmet.

A man bridge was killed by a blow
delivered from above and behind.

Very well. Go ahead and struggle and see
if you can possibly deliver that kind

of a blow.

Oh, come on, boys. Come on. You can do
better than that.

Longdon! Longdon!

Yes, sir.

Well, don't make it too difficult for
him.

Longdon!

I just don't think it can be done, sir.

I agree with you, Sergeant. I agree with
you entirely. Now, Lawton, sit down in

that chair, will you? Yes, sir.

Mm -hmm.

Now, Sergeant, would you come over here?

Over there.

That way. That's right. There.

Now, how about that?

Yes, sir. That would do it.

You mean he was sitting there like that
when he was struck?

He was already dead.

I'm convinced of it.

Yes, but who would do such a thing?

Only someone who thought he was asleep
had already made careful plans to kill

him, including a careful alibi.

Mr. John Manbridge.

But how could it have been him, sir,
when he didn't even get here until I

when I was the one that let him in?

Well, I don't know, but he did somehow
because he had this letter in his

It's from his cousin.

It's addressed to him.

It was sealed, but not stamped.

So he couldn't have got it in the mail.

But it is dated today, which means that
he must have been here at least six or

seven minutes before you saw him light
his pipe.

What's in the letter, sir?

For one thing, he says his doctors told
him he has no more than three months to

live. He has no wish to prolong his
existence in this world and is hastening

to the next.

He's leaving his life insurance and...

All his worldly possessions to his sole
surviving relative, his cousin, John.

And he mentions the forged check which
he has told his bank to honor.

That'll be the coroner's men, I expect.

Sir, you don't think Mr. Manbridge might
have got in quite innocently somehow

before I saw him and found his cousin
dead and found the letter and not

mentioned it?

Because it might look bad for him.

I don't think there's a chance of it.

He meant to kill his cousin, all right,
whether we can ever prove it or not.

Well, sir, I don't rightly know what to
be done about it officially, but I

certainly feel a lot easier in my own
mind.

I can tell you when I finish with the
telephone.

and turned to find Mr. John Manbury's
dead in the armchair.

Fancy might give him a glass of the same
whiskey his cousin had put the poison

in. I was only trying to revive him.

Might call it an act of God, mightn't
you, sir?

Yes, London.

You might call it just that.

That is the fate of anyone so callous as
to kill a man who's already dead.

I wouldn't care if Felix had been
living, but to strike a defenseless

is simply not my idea of fair play.

Speaking of fair play, I'm afraid it's
my beloved sponsor's turn, but he

assures me that I shall have the last
word.

On that note of triumph, we conclude
this evening's activities.

Next week, we shall have another story
and, of course, more

advertisements.

I almost forgot to tell you, I finally
leased the advertising space on my

backboard to my insurance agent.

Good night.