All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s05e33 Party Line

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This
is a time machine.

By standing on this platform and moving
this lever one can be transported

into the future.

Positively amazing.

Positively amazing.

I'm going to stay.

Things are much better, much better.

For failure to file income tax returns
for the years 1960 through 1975,

you are hereby

I think I shall take the future one
moment at a time.

So, in just one moment, tonight's story.

I thought you were going to the market
this afternoon.

I got back half an hour ago.

You know I couldn't find a single can of
nectarines in the place. You don't say.

Are you going to the bingo game
tomorrow? I suppose so.

I just hope you -know -who doesn't sit
at our table again.

Talk about wet blankets.

Did you see that hat she wore?

She must have stole it off a scarecrow.
And she had the nerve to complain about

Jacob not wearing a tie.

Honestly, the crust that woman has. And
the older she gets, the worse she gets.

Well, I could have screamed when she
started telling that story again.

About the time that she won two bingo
games in a row.

Listen, if you want to hear about
stories, I could tell you plenty about

But you never know who's listening in on
a party line, do you?

Busybodies.

Zero. Get away from there, you bad dog.

One minute.

One minute.

Yes? You, Mrs. Helen Parch?

That's right.

Who are you?

Oh, my name is Atkins.

I'm with the county sheriff's office.

Could I come in a minute?

What's the sheriff's office want with
me, Mr. Atkins? I just want to talk,

Parch, about something that might be
important.

Could we step into the parlor?

Important? You sure you have the right
place?

I'm sure.

Come in, then.

Thank you.

It's a lot cooler in here.

Must be 90 on the road.

Maybe you'd like a cold drink.

No, thanks, ma 'am.

I'm kind of busy today, Mr. Atkinson,
putting up my preserves.

This won't take long.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Mrs. Parch, you remember a man called...

Haywood Miller.

Miller?

No, the name doesn't sound familiar.

Of course, it's Mrs. Miller at the post
office. Any connection?

No. No connection.

Haywood Miller and his wife moved into
the old Yonker place about eight, nine

years ago.

At that time, his wife was expecting a
baby.

But she took sick and died a couple of
months later.

And after her death, he sold the place
to the Crawfords and went back to the

city.

Does that help you remember, Mrs. Parch?

Oh, yes, Miller, that awful man.

How could I ever forget about him?

I thought you'd remember, Mrs. Parch. I
mean, after all that's happened between

you.

He was a mighty disturbed man, the way I
heard the story.

Of course, I wasn't living in the county
at the time, so I don't know the whole

truth.

And it's not my place to pass along any
opinions.

The man was a fool.

A fool and a gambler and heaven knows
what else.

You ask anybody about him, Sheriff, he
just didn't belong out here.

Could we talk about what happened, Mrs.
Parch?

I haven't thought about it for years,
but I remember the whole thing as if it

were yesterday.

And do you know something?

I knew that man was no good even before
I laid eyes on him.

It was about a month after he moved to
the neighborhood.

I was on the phone talking to poor Mrs.
Anderson.

Hello, Gertrude.

Did I call you at a bad time?

Oh, hello, Helen. No, it's all right. I
was just setting my hair.

Did you try the recipe yet?

Yes, it's in the oven right now, but it
looks kind of funny. It's all soggy in

the middle.

Did you do like I said with the six eggs
and everything?

Yes, I think I beat him six eggs.

Uh, wait, five.

Just a matter of practice.

When Fred was alive, he used to tell me
that I was the best. For Pete's sake,

are you two still on that phone?

Who's that?

My name is Miller. I share this line in
case you don't know it. And I got as

much right to it as you do.

How dare you talk to us this way?

I've got a good mind to complain to the
phone company.

Go on, complain. I got a few things I
could tell to myself.

Look, lady, I don't mean to give you a
hard time, but I got an important call

make. A business call.

You can certainly wait your turn.

I picked up the phone an hour ago and
you were on it. I tried again a half an

hour ago and somebody else was yakking.
Now I try again and you got cakes in the

oven. Just when does my turn come, huh?

Patience is a virtue, Mr. Miller.

Or didn't they teach you that?

Look, this can't wait. If I don't make
this call now, the whole deal could fall

through. I'll only be a couple of
minutes and you can talk your little

off. Yeah.

Well, all right.

Gertrude. Yes, Ellen.

I'll call you back later, dear.

Yes.

All right, Mr. Miller.

You can go ahead now.

Dan, they put me down for ten bucks on
Buffalo Gal in the fifth race.

How about that sixth race?

I got a hunch.

It's Darmont.

Three -fifty. Out of ten dollars.

There you are.

How's the wife?

She's still in bed.

Oh, that's too bad.

Happens that way sometimes with the
first one.

Wait till the fifth or sixth won't be so
bad then. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Guess it won't be too long before you're
buying diapers, huh, Mr. Miller?

Did you say Miller?

That's right.

Are you the one who made that business
call yesterday on the party line?

Yeah, I made a call.

Well... I certainly hope that Buffalo
Gal won the race, Mr. Miller.

Who's that?

I'm Mrs. Parch.

You're on our party line, Mr. Miller.

And the next time you have an important
business call to make, I hope you'll

have the decency to be more patient.

And the next time, Mrs. Parch, I hope
you'll have the decency to keep your

long, snoopy nose out of my business.

Well... I have some scraps for your cat,
Mrs. Parch. I've been saving them for

you. That'll be fine, Mr. Maynard.

Just imagine.

Two games in a row.

Now, you know me, Gertrude. I hardly
ever win anything.

When Mr. Willard called that G25, I
could have plain died.

I wish I had your luck, Helen.

I wouldn't say it's much luck. It's just
a matter of patience.

After all, you know, I've been going to
these bingo games ever since. Get off

the line.

What?

You've got to get off the line. I've got
to call a doctor.

Who is this?

Mr. Miller?

Get off, do you hear? My wife's sick.
She's terribly sick.

Mm -hmm.

I'll just bet she is, Mr. Miller.

Get off the line.

Pay no attention to him, Gertrude.

We're on to his tricks, aren't we?

Get off. She could die if I don't get a
doctor. Can't you understand?

Helen, do you really think... Babe, no
mind, Gertrude. No mind at all.

After all, you just have to treat people
the way they deserve to be treated.

That's the golden rule.

Mrs. Parch, I apologize.

This isn't a bet, I promise you. You can
listen in if you don't believe me.

I have to have a doctor, please.

Would you like to know what happened to
Haywood Miller?

It really makes no difference to me.

It might, Mrs. Bartsch.

After Miller left town, he returned to
the city and to his old way of life.

It wasn't a very good way.

A couple of years later, he was arrested
on a charge of burglary.

There. Didn't I tell you I was a good
judge of people?

He's been in prison for the past six
years.

Yesterday, we got word that he escaped.

Escaped? That's right.

He got out in the laundry truck.

We got the news late last night, but
it's been over a week since it happened.

It was a prison psychiatrist who thought
of notifying our office here in

Milford. Notifying you?

But why?

They don't know anything for sure, but
there is a chance he might be headed

way.

To kill you, Mrs. Parch.

Kill me?

You think Miller wants to kill me?

Let's get this straight, Mrs. Parch.

We don't know anything for sure.

We don't know his whereabouts, and we're
not certain he's actually headed in

this direction.

Well... Then why do you say... It was
the prison psychiatrist that decided we

should be notified.

In his talks with Miller, he discovered
that Miller still blames you for the

death of his wife.

You and that Mrs. Anderson you were
talking to.

She's gone.

Poor Gertrude passed on five years ago.

You're the only one left, eh, Mrs.
Potch?

The only one he can blame.

You know, it's a strange thing about men
in prison.

If they've got a grudge against
somebody, they nurse it and cherish it.

It gives them something to hold on to.

You see what I mean?

No.

More often than not, a man gets out of
jail.

The grudge isn't important anymore. He
doesn't need it.

But in Miller's case, Miller's
different.

For one thing, he's escaped.

He's dangerous.

But... It was all so long ago.

I just can't believe this.

Prison's almost 200 miles from here.

Of course, there's a possibility that he
could have hitched a ride as far as

here.

We just wanted to warn you, Mrs. Potts,
that's all.

But I'm all alone here.

He could murder me in my sleep.

You've got to protect me. You've got to.
We're doing everything we can, Mrs.

Potts. We've got a three -state alarm
out for Miller.

We'll catch him soon.

You've got to give me protection.

Can't you send someone out here to stay
with me? A policeman?

It's not possible.

Not possible?

What do you mean, not possible? I demand
it. I absolutely demand it. Believe me,

Mrs. Parch.

We want to help, but there are some
things we can't do. We only have a

men. We can't possibly assign one full
-time to you.

What will I do?

What will I do?

If you could get a neighbor to come on
over and stay with you for a few days.

Or else go visit a relative.

It might be a good idea for your own
peace of mind.

I have a sister in Cedar Falls.

That sounds good.

I'm sure your sister would be glad to
see you.

You don't know Daisy.

I haven't seen her for ten years.

We just never got along.

There's always a good time for a
reconciliation, isn't there, Mrs. Potts?

Listen, I... I didn't come out here just
to frighten you.

There's nothing definite about this.

Nothing at all.

If we hear anything further, we'll get
in touch right away.

That's a nice -looking pooch you've got
there.

Are you a good watchdog?

I suppose so.

I don't want you to worry too much about
this, Mrs. Potts.

She's probably a hundred miles away.

And we'll be keeping an eye on your
place, remember that.

I will.

Betty Nubbins, how are you, dear?

I'm just fine.

That's good.

Are you going to the bingo game
tomorrow?

I really don't know.

Oh, you just must, Helen. It wouldn't be
any fun without you.

Say, didn't I see a car in your driveway
just now?

Maybe you did and maybe you didn't.
Well, I could have sworn I saw a car.

It wasn't Mr.

Willard, was it?

No, it wasn't Mr. Willard.

Oh, well, then who was it, dear?

For heaven's sakes, Betty, when are you
going to learn to mind your own

business?

Well...

Oh,

Betty.

What if she's listening in right now?

I hope she is. That's all I can say.
It's about time she learned the truth

herself.

Who do you suppose that man was? The one
that came to see her?

Probably the man from the finance
company.

The way she spends money, it's a wonder
they haven't repossessed the whole house

by now.

Did you see that dress she bought over
in Milford? I wouldn't wear it to a

hayride, but I'll swear it must have
cost $25.

You nasty old busybody.

Why, Helen, don't you have anything
better to do? Don't you ever get off of

phone and do any work?

Well, look who's calling who a busybody.

Why, you're nothing but a knees dropper,
Helen Parch.

Who's there?

Is anybody down there?

I'm warning you.

I've got a mighty vicious dog here.

If there's anybody down there, you
better watch out.

Nero, come back here.

That awful nubbin's cat. Leave it alone,
Nero.

I've got to get a hold of myself.

Nasty old busybodies.

Nero.

Come back, Nero.

Don't leave mother all alone.

Nero.

Is that you?

So naturally, I told Harry to take it
right back to the store.

Please. Get off the phone.

Who's that?

Helen. It's Helen. For heaven's sake,
Betty, get off the line. I have to call

the police.

The police?

Whatever for?

I don't have time to explain now. I have
to call the sheriff's office.

Well, if it isn't our old friend, Mrs.

Eavesdropper. What's the matter, Helen?
Don't you have anything better to do?

Get off. Get off the phone or I'll be
killed.

Now, who'd want to kill you, Helen?

Oh, you must be having nightmares.

I thought you were going to be putting
up preserves today, Helen. Are you sure

it wasn't a little hard cider?

Please, stop with the phone.

Well, some people just don't know that
patience is a virtue.

Isn't that right, Emma? It certainly is.

Please, please, I beg of you.

Now, you're a nomad.

Well, as the Germans say, jeder hat
seinen Geschmack. There is no accounting

taste. Oddly enough, Mr. Miller was
punished very severely for his crime.

Apparently the sheriff shared the same
party line and overheard the whole

Next time I plan a return visit to your
living room. If you aren't going to be

home, please leave the television set on
so I can come on in. Until then...

Good night.