All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s05e21 Hitch Hike

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I wish to announce that during the
strike, we shall continue to do business

all but the very near -sighted can see
our show without crossing the picket

line.

Actually, this is not a strike about
wages.

I'm a worker myself when I can't avoid
it, and I've long campaigned for the

-hour lunch.

Actually, these are actors who claim I
killed too many of them off during my

stories.

They're striking for longer hours.

I see the pickets have stopped walking
so they can watch tonight's story.

Will you join them?

Don't you have anything to say?

When you rode around town with that
young car thief, you had something to

I'll bet you talked a blue streak to
him.

Would you please have the courtesy to
look at me when I'm talking to you?

Do you know why the judge let you off
with only a reprimand?

Because the judge knew I was the
councilman from Allendale.

He realized that if he sentenced you
along with your boyfriend, it would

further scandal and damage my
reputation.

So he put you on probation.

I hope you realize your little escapade
could have wrecked everything that's

taken me a whole lifetime to build up in
this community.

Don't expect gratitude, but at least a
few words of appreciation.

Thank you for everything, Uncle Charles.
You've been very kind.

My day, we were taught to have a sense
of responsibility.

Yes, Uncle.

I didn't ask to be your legal guardian.

Since your father's will so provided,
I've tried to do what I thought was best

for you.

I know.

So I can't even consider now sending you
back to Deep Valley School in the fall

and find one of my business associates
who needs a girl in his office.

The finest finishing school in the West
couldn't teach you the difference

between right and wrong, maybe a year or
more in a business office.

That boyfriend of yours learned his
lesson. Let's hope not going back to

will be punishment enough for you.

Dry your eyes and sit up.

Can't tell. I might run into somebody I
do business with in this town.

I'm out of cigarettes.

Do you like anything?

Now, don't try anything foolish, like
running away.

Remember last time.

Look at her. Can't even pull out of a
parking space.

Well, thank you, son.

A noisy hornet bugs me.

Well, you seem to know quite a bit about
auto mechanics.

Well, either you dig a motor or you
don't.

This is a nice hunk of metal. Will it do
over a hundred? I wouldn't know. You

don't win the county safety award two
out of three years by speeding.

Hallelujah. Look, you headed towards San
Francisco?

Allendale. That's close enough. How
about giving me a lift?

Young man, I make it a practice never to
pick up strangers.

Well, I'm not a stranger. I'm the
mechanical marvel who fixes noisy horns

safety drivers, remember?

I appreciate that, and I thank you very
much. Well, then stretch it a bit. Just

give me a lift.

All right, hop in.

Thanks.

What's your name, son?

I like to call people by name.

Some people are called by numbers.

What's that?

What if it's names you want?

Make mine Len.

I'm Councilman Underhill. This is my
niece, Ann.

This young man's on his way to San
Francisco.

I, uh... Hello, Len.

Been working in this neck of the woods?

You can call it that.

I assume you learned about automobile
mechanics in school?

That's comical.

Real comical.

Let me in on the joke.

I don't think you'd get it.

This joke, it's kind of personal.

All you young people today have a wall
you hide behind whenever your elders try

to be friendly or helpful.

You got it all figured out about young
people, don't you?

Well, I've been able to observe it
firsthand one fine example of your

generation. Uncle Charles, please, no.

Look! Help!

is to drive a truck.

You're a bunch of young men.

They're being shipped to the state farm
five miles away.

Some will dig holes and plant baby
junipers and white pine.

The rest will level off the hillsides.

Five o 'clock, the guard will pile them
back in the truck.

The driver will bring them back to the
farm.

Farm? What farm?

The honor farm.

What's an honor farm?

It's a place, sugar, for juvenile jerks
who never discovered how to walk the

narrow fence without being nabbed by the
law.

You mean those men were convicts? If
you're a prison psychiatrist, Dad, you

them cases of arrested emotional
development.

Yeah. A label for everything at the
farm.

You kill your own man, it's not murder.

Assault, forgery, snatching.

They've all got labels that sound real
fancy.

But it's still jailhouse rock.

Label or no label.

How do you know so much about those
convicts?

Because until this morning, I might have
stood in that truck.

Whistling at you, Anif.

Out.

He's done nothing to us.

Well, I'm not going to give him the
chance.

What are you waiting for? Get out.

All right, Dad.

Lenny doesn't mean it.

Is that what they taught you at school?

Champion, convicts? He's been nice and
friendly.

It's all part of the same pattern, isn't
it?

The girl thinks it's thrilling to sit in
the same car with a young jailbird.

Never mind, Dan. I'll get off here.

Lots of luck.

Wait a moment.

For once, my niece is quite right. I am
a man of my word.

You can ride with her.

It's always the insider squashing the
outsider like he was a bug.

I don't understand.

Look, a chick like you, young, just
hatched out of her shell.

You're an outsider, see?

But the insider, he's lived a lot of
years.

He hates change.

Hates anybody doing anything different
than he does it.

The insider doesn't take a chance.

Never gets a ticket for speeding.

Or gets drunk or looks anywhere he
shouldn't.

He's the number one man in his hometown.

He's got it made.

Right, Mr. Underhill?

Where did you get this interesting
theory? In jail?

Yeah. From listening and watching.

I see.

Daddy -o, let me tell you about an
outsider I know who is out of this world

the highest cloud. He's gone, but gone.

He loves knives. I mean, any kind of
knives.

Kitchen knives, pen knives.

Anything sharp and made of steel.

That cool cat with the end to use the
knife was my pal. He was my buddy.

Did you ever know anybody crazy about
sharp steel, Mr. Underhill?

No, no, I haven't.

He was clever, too.

I mean, he could fix noisy horns, dig
any motor. He could take it apart,

put it together.

I think we should stop and get something
to eat, don't you, Ann?

Fine, Uncle Joe.

Hello, folks.

What'll it be?

Can I have a tuna fish on white toasted
and coffee, please?

A hamburger medium well and coffee,
please.

Thank you.

Let me tell you more about that guy at
the farm.

What about him?

He was a flipper from way, way out. He
was always quoting a wild -haired cat

named Dylan Thomas.

Now, an insider like you wouldn't have
heard of a poet like him.

Would you have, Mr. Underhill?

You know why your uncle never heard of
him?

Because he was young.

And he was just trying to be himself.

And that's what I want to be, Mr.
Underhill.

And that makes me a criminal in your
eyes, doesn't it?

Just wanting to be me.

You dance like they wrote the music for
you. Oh, you're pretty good yourself.

I'm out of practice.

Proprietor.

Proprietor.

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but I just gave my
wife your order. She's the cook, you

know. Yeah, where's the phone?

Right around the back. There's a booth
there.

Change me.

Change you?

Just a second, please.

Was it the real thing between you and
the kid who took the rap?

Oh, no, I hardly knew him. He called one
day and asked me to go for a ride, so I

went. I didn't know it was a stolen car.
I didn't do anything wrong.

You couldn't.

Thanks.

But your uncle gets a bang out of
thinking you did, doesn't he?

Well, he won't let me go back to school.

I was happy there. All my friends are
there.

Well, why don't you tell them all?

Just for once.

Here you are, sir.

Thank you.

or get me the police.

Well, all right, then the sheriff's
office.

Your coffee's getting cold.

Yeah.

Coffee.

What do you like studying most at
school?

Oh, English lit. I like to read.

Me too.

Did you ever read Dostoevsky?

No, but a teacher of mine told me about
him once.

Oh, and I saw a movie.

I know the one you mean, where the young
guy kills an old man.

Yes, that's the one.

Oh, he said things the way I'd like to
say them.

Oh, brother, was he an outsider?

Well, maybe I'll get to read him next
term.

You forget it and you're not going back
to school next term.

I don't think you can stop me, Uncle
Charles.

Oh, no?

No, my father made a provision in his
will for my education.

I'm still your legal guardian.

And I'm going back to school and there's
nothing you can do about it. I know

what's best for you.

Oh, no, you don't. You keep out of this.

You think you know what we all want,
don't you? Well, you know what I'd like?

No, no, I don't. I'd like to build a
racing car faster than anything else on

road.

There goes Len's car.

And I'd race it in Spain and Rome and
Paris.

Yeah, if I had to go like that crazy
young cat who builds his own.

That sounds crazy, doesn't it? Wanting
to build something with my own two

Like Ann wants to go back to school.
Like all of us.

Oh, brother.

The way you treat this girl.

If my buddy were you.

Do you know what he'd do?

That's just what he'd do.

Officer, you know how glad I am to see
you. It's kind of a hurry to get home,

aren't you? Your license, please. You
only knew the horrible experience I just

had. Your license, please.

Realize how fast you were going. Well, I
know it was over the limit. You were

doing 80 miles an hour in a 45 -mile
zone.

That's what I want to explain. Explain
it in court.

Court? You mean... Mister, for the third
time, your license, please.

Thank you.

Officer, I won the safe driving award in
this county for two years. You'll have

an opportunity to tell all that in
court.

Is this your correct address, Mr.
Underhill? Yes, yes, it is. I'm setting

court appearance for Wednesday on the
9th.

Here's your citation.

And I certainly hope Judge Adams isn't
on the bench.

He's giving ten -day sentences to all
speeders.

Sentence me? Jail?

But, officer, this wasn't my fault. That
boy in my car is responsible for it

all. He insisted on a lift, and out on
the highway I found out he was an ex

-convict from the honor farm. A knifer!

A knifer? Yes. He threatened to use one
on me.

Oh.

We better have a talk with him. Now
you'll understand why I stepped on the

when I saw the lights of this town.

Okay, kid. Outside.

Who's the girl? My niece.

You off from the farm?

Yeah.

I'm on my way home.

Here's my relief.

Mr. Underhill here said you threatened
him, did you?

No.

Search him. Get that knife.

Okay, kid, up top.

I know what to do, kid.

Officer.

Turn around, kid.

Now you see?

He what?

He had a knife on him. He doesn't have
it now.

Relax, kid.

Well, that ought to take care of your
worries, Mr. Underhill.

Now, you take it easy from now on, huh?

going to be put right back on that farm.
I'm going to cross and convince those

police officers that you did threaten
me. Oh, that isn't true. You keep out of

this. Did you hear what that officer
said at jail, Fenton?

It'll be in every newspaper in the
valley. Me, Charles Underhill, arrested.

And all because of you.

Well, you just watch and see.

I've been doing a three -month stretch
at the farm for picking a guy's pocket

when I was out of a job.

My talent just came in handy, that's
all.

Pickpocket? I thought all that talk
about knives.

Not me, my cellmate. I tried to tell you
that, but you didn't believe me.

You want to think the worst of me.

Of course, if you're such an upright
citizen, you can always walk across the

street and hand them this officer's
book, and then you'll take the rap.

Well, get in.

I wish it understood that my presence
here does not constitute an endorsement

the methods employed by the characters
in the play.

The striking actors were somewhat
disappointed that no one was killed in

tonight's play.

They're the understudies, you know.

Next time we shall try to do better.
Until then, good night.