All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s05e11 Road Hog

Good evening, aficionados of outdoor
cooking.

I'm quite thrilled with my new barbecue.

It was rather inexpensive, but of
course, I didn't take any of the extras.

I eschewed the heat indicator and
temperature control, the motor -driven

the glass -covered rotisserie, the
stainless steel side table, the built

-in blower, the warming oven, the
utensil rack and the asbestos gloves.

I did buy the fire starter, however.

I understand one rubs these together.

For buying the lighter, I received free
a restaurant credit card.

I expect to have no trouble acquiring
charcoal, since I have a fellow

barbecuer... who makes it out of beef
steaks.

I was given this amusing costume to
wear.

Frankly, I have now lost my appetite
completely.

Perhaps we should turn our attention to
the play.

Hey, cute kid out there.

Hi, boys.

Hi, Ed. Well, all still working hard, I
see.

Ed, lapped your lip around a cold one?
Yeah.

What happened to you last week?

Busy.

Busy. I'll bet she's been in jail. The
cops probably found out what he's

carrying around in that car of his.

Why don't you shut that big mouth of
yours so I can see who it is?

No need of getting sore, Ed. I got a new
line of doozies, Ben.

Now I'm going to stick with them nickel
lucky Charlies. Give me about a dozen of

them. A couple of them dime jackpot
aces. Come on, Ben.

Live it up.

Oh, here's one.

Quarter.

Lady of love.

Should be hot.

I've been stuck with them quarter boards
before.

They get them half punched out and
nobody wants to finish them. How about a

couple of cards of these? You sell them
for 50 cents.

Make yourself $4 clear.

Are you kidding?

Ain't nobody foolish enough to pay four
bits for a key ring.

Heck no.

Not when you can buy them in town for a
quarter.

Not like this you can't.

Yeah.

That's it, Ed.

Look through the hole at the top.

Hot diggity dog.

Are they all different?

They're all different, but you've got to
buy them if you want to see them.

Wowee. Hey, there's something nice for
the kitchen, huh? Hey, how can they pack

all of that picture in that one little
ring?

Hello. I'll take a couple of these. What
else you got in there?

Well, I, um... I got some new playing
cards.

I'll take one.

One?

Well, one lousy pack of cards don't even
pay me to pull off a road to see you.

Well, that's up to you. I didn't ask you
to stop off here.

Well, maybe I'll think twice about it
next time.

I'm going out over to Charles Creek.
Maybe I can get me some real business

there.

Bob! Comanche got to him twice before I
could get to a fork. I warned Davey

Comanche to get me something. Oh,
shotgun that bullet.

Davey's hurt bad.

You drive a truck, Davey. We gotta get
Davey to a doctor.

Has he hurt bad, Bob?

Horned twice. Slow down the belly. I
can't stop it from bleeding.

Sam, hold your hand on the place tight.

Charles Crick's nearest.

Yeah.

Take it easy, Davey.

Won't be long now till we get to it,
Doctor.

Don't go taking it out on Comanche, Pop.

It was my own fault.

Bull goes for a man once, he'll do it
twice.

Hey! Hey!

What's wrong?

Don't fool a man won't pull over.

You got to get around him somehow.

Who do you think you are on this
stinking road?

Clay!

You've got to get past him!

You've got to hurry!

Stupid farmers.

Corn -picking yokels!

Ah, shut up!

Let us through!

Emergency! There's been an accident!

So what? Ain't no skin on...

an hour, it's still eight miles to
Charles Creek. You got to go around him,

Faye.

You just got to go ahead and do it. If
he'd just give me six more inches, I

could make it.

Big shot, eh?

On the whole road.

but he skunk deliberately pulled over on
them. And I was scared of hurting Davey

more. I know, son.

You want me to tote Davey into town,
Paul?

Too far, Sam, too far.

How about the shortcut across the
pasture?

No, it would jolt Davey up too much all
inside.

But we just can't stand here, Paul.

We're not.

We're going to build us a road right up
out of this ditch with our own hands.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pine.

Your son simply lost too much blood.

We were too late, eh?

Yeah, too late.

If we'd got Davey here 15, 20 minutes
sooner, you could have saved him,

Doctor.

Perhaps.

I'd say that would have been a good
chance.

Come out and say it, Doc.

Well, he would have gotten the
transfusion in time and had probably

out of deep shock.

But you could have saved him.

Yes, I could have saved him.

I'm going to get the shotgun, Pa.

Davey wouldn't want you to use it on
Comanche.

I'm not planning to use it on the bull.

I'm going with you, Sam, and we'll find
it. Quiet!

We'll find the man in the wagon.

We'll look for him till we find him.

But we're going to do it your pa's way.

Tulip!

Tulip!

What's the matter, Mr. Pine? You out of
gas?

There was a station wagon here
yesterday.

Must have left just before sundown.

You tell me who was driving it. You must
mean, uh... Well, I get pretty good

trade here. I don't know of any
particular station wagon.

Sure you know.

He pulled up here for gas, right here.

Now just you hold on a minute.

Where do you come off coming in here
asking me questions like that?

I'm asking you fair.

Now you tell me.

All right.

Was Ed Freitas?

Yeah, must have been Ed Freitas.

Where'll I find him?

Well, I don't know. He travels all over
the state.

Peddles stuff from his car.

Gets by here now and then.

I'll be back time he comes again.

Tells this Freitas I want to see him.

He'll have to answer to me.

Thank you, boys. Come in again now.

He gives me the creeps. He just sits
there all day long, all the time.

Here's a colon for you, Mr. Pine.

On me?

Back again, huh?

Where do you think I am?

Connected in New York?

Here's that Freitas, boys.

Well, I got some new stuff this time.
I'll bet it goes better than those key

rings I gave you the last time you took.
Hey, did you get rid of all that? I bet

you did. I'm sorry I didn't wait for
you, Ed.

Now we got him, Sam. I want to beat his
head in. Look, we agreed to do like Pa

said.

How much are you going to leave him?
None.

All I'll have left is what's in the
carburetor and the fuel line.

That won't get him more than two, three
miles.

We'll go back to the truck now and wait
for Paul.

Oh, like I've been saying, Ed, with the
weather and everything.

Business just ain't been too good. Now
listen, Ben, this new line I've been

showing you is hot stuff.

I don't question that, but my customers
work hard for their money and they spend

it slow.

Bunch of nickel -squeezing oafs. Maybe.

But let's just leave it that way, huh?

Just business, Ben.

Just business.

Cost me time and money to come by here,
you know. I gotta do business to make it

worth my while. You drop by next week,
huh?

Say, wait a minute, Dad.

I've been thinking about turning this in
on a new model.

Got any new ones?

What's the matter?

Out of gas.

How'd that happen? I don't know.

I had the tank filled up over in
Prenticeville. The dirty crooks charged

a full tank.

Probably just half filled it. Well, so
happens I got a drum at my place just

west of here. I'll pay you for it.

Clay, you get in the car with the man.

We'll push you.

One of my boys will fill your tank,
mister. Come on in the kitchen.

All right.

Sit down there and have a little

something. Clay?

I told you a dozen times not to put the
liquor on that shelf.

Sorry, Pa.

A fellow from the Agricultural Extension
Service, he brought me a jug of poison

to try out on the marshmallows.

Ought to be able to tell a difference.

It don't have no taste or smell to it.

If a fellow were to drink it
accidentally, he'd be dead in an hour.

If he didn't get to a doctor.

All right, Pa.

I'll take it out the barn.

See you do, or put the liquor somewhere
else.

Fill the tank up, Pa.

Motor started fine.

Well, what do I owe you for the gas?

You don't owe me anything. Nothing at
all, Mr... Freitas.

Ed Freitas.

Freitas. I'm Sam Pine.

These two boys are my sons. This is
young Sam. This is Clay.

About two weeks ago, there was another
boy, Davey.

He was killed.

Not too bad. What happened?

Bull gored him.

How awful.

I'd better take a walk and see what's
wrong with him.

Would you like to see the bull, Mr.
Freitas?

Not me. You ain't gonna get me out
there.

All right, Clay. You go out and see if
he's chained up good.

You look warm.

Have some more of this.

Cool you down a bit.

You ought to get rid of that bull.

Well, I did think some of putting the
shotgun to him, but it wouldn't have

brought Davey back.

Besides, it wasn't really the bull that
killed him.

Oh, it wasn't? Why was it?

It was a hog.

A hog?

Kind of hog.

You see, Davey was alive when we pulled
him away from the bull.

He was hurt real bad, but he was alive.

We put him in the truck and started for
Charles Crick.

A doctor could have saved him from
bleeding to death.

What happened then?

We come on a man in a station wagon.

A station wagon with a broken tail lamp.

Clay signaled with a horn.

But the man wouldn't move over and let
us pass.

I gotta be getting along.

Hear me out, Freitas.

He wouldn't pull over. He even slowed
down.

And all the time, Davey was bleeding to
death.

Clay's a good driver. He tried to pass.

But the man run us off the road,
deliberately, into a ditch.

You know all about it, don't you,
Freitas?

You don't know it was me. Yes, I do.

You've proved it.

What are you going to do?

Well, you got no right.

I'm going to get out of here.

And don't you try to stop me either.

How many drinks did you have?

You did poison me.

that heap to one side. Let me pass.

Howdy, Mr. Freitas.

Real nice day.

Yes, sir. Real nice day.

You out for a ride, Mr. Freitas?

Out of the way. I'm in a hurry.

Oh, business, huh?

I gotta get to Charles Creek.

I got all day, Mr. Freitas.

Look, son, just pull over about half a
foot.

Nice day to be alive.

Like Pa says, most people don't take
time to enjoy it.

Don't stand there gabbing.

Let me by.

That ain't no way to talk.

I got to get to a doctor.

Move over, son. Come on, be a good guy.

There's been a sort of sad accident on
the road, Paul.

Seems Mr. Freitas up and got himself
killed.

He was driving to Charles Creek.

Never did figure he was much of a
driver.

You mustn't speak disrespectful of the
dead, Sam.

And he dead.

That was a right smart story you made up
about the county agent, Paul.

Especially as there never was no poison.

Come to think of it, no sense in wasting
good liquor.

This concludes our entertainment for
this evening.

You'll be pleased to know that I've
solved my barbecue problem.

It involves burning down a barn each
time you want roast lamb.

It's even better on those occasions when
I can get my guests into the barn too.

Next time, I shall return with another
story. Until then, good night.