All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s06e10 Sybilla

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and
young lovers wherever you are.

No doubt their parents have forbidden
the bands, and so rather than face

separation, they resort to...

suppose I'm just an incurable romantic
but I so enjoy seeing true love triumph

and now while I savor this moment we
shall have a few words on love of a

different kind

Sybilla is dead.

Sybilla is dead.

How can I read over what I've written in
the diary?

The pages will look strange to me.

And yet I must finish them.

How did I come to marry Sybilla? I
really cannot remember very clearly.

All I know is that for a determined
bachelor of 40 to have suddenly found

himself married to Sybilla was...

As incredible as finding himself on the
moon.

Carter! They're here.

Good evening, Mr. Billings. Good
evening.

Sevilla, this is Mr. and Mrs. Carter.
They take care of me. Yes, I know.

Welcome to your new home.

We hope you'll be very happy.

Thank you. I'm sure I shall be.

Oh, Carter, if you will, just take Mrs.

Mead's things up to her room, if you
please. And Mrs. Carter, thank you so

for waiting up for us.

Here comes Sibylla.

Let me show you the house. Oh, yes,
please do, Horace.

Oh, it's lovely, Horace.

What beautiful things.

Most of these pieces are antiques.

They are a responsibility.

They're quite valuable and have to be
properly looked after.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I imagine so.

Of course, thanks to my mother's
providence, I've had the means to keep

house.

Are these your mother's things, Horat?

Certainly not.

My mother had atrocious taste.

No, no, I chose everything myself.

Come, let me show you the dining room.

I'm sure you'll find the carters well
-trained. At least they keep the house

I like.

Well, this is it.

Oh, Horace, it's perfect.

It's just how I imagined it.

Yes.

Um, I suppose I ought to tell you
that... Darling, please believe me, I

understand. This is your house.

You've been self -sufficient here for a
long time.

The very idea of marriage is strange, I
know.

Now, about breakfast, I prefer... But
all men need love and companionship.

I never want to be a nuisance, my
darling, never.

Now, tell me about breakfast.

You were saying?

Yes, I was about to say, I prefer that
breakfast be served here in the dining

room. I usually have the same menu.

Perhaps it'll seem monotonous, but it
suits me.

You must always tell me just what you
prefer, my darling.

I don't want to make any mistakes.

Never.

Grapefruit and one egg done in butter.
And the coffee very, very strong.

And do you have luncheon served in here
also?

Oh, yes, yes. At one o 'clock. And
dinner at eight. That is on the late

hope it suits you.

Of course, dear.

Lunch at one and dinner at eight. Yes.
Now, show me where you work.

Oh, uh, yeah.

It's my wedding present to you.

Do you like it, Horace?

Handsome.

Really rather a fine piece.

Well... I tried to find something you
would like.

The key's there, on the ribbon.

How did you manage to get it here
without my knowing?

I enlisted Mrs. Carter as an ally.

Oh, I'm afraid it must have cost a great
deal.

Even if it did, everything I have
belongs to you now.

I want to share it with you.

I realize how much you...

Value your privacy.

I'll never come in here to interfere or
bother.

I promise you.

Well, I... Thank you, Sibylla.

Thank you.

Sibylla, would you care for a little
wine?

No, thank you, dear. It's a little late.
I think I'll go to my room now.

Yes. It's at the end of the hall on the
right.

Yes, yes, I'll find it. I happen to
believe in separate rooms. I hope you

understand. Of course I do.

You must always tell me just how you
prefer everything.

I only want to please you.

She was always so gentle, so agreeable.

I defended my way of life. I remained a
little cool and aloof.

The meals were served as I preferred.

The food actually improved.

And that was sly of her, I thought.

It was her way of establishing her
control.

I could find absolutely nothing to
complain about.

At first, I was ready to defend myself
against all rearranging and habit

-breaking. But the billow was too clever
for that.

I began to feel like a man beating
against air.

Imprisoned by invisible walls.

Sibylla?

Yes, dear?

Sibylla, I've... I've been wondering
whether you... whether you miss living

the city.

Why, not at all, darling.

Well, we are rather remote out here, and
I've wondered if perhaps you might

not...

Yes.

Well, you could very well, you know,
have a small place of your own in town.

I could afford that and an allowance.

I'm quite content to be where you are.

A generous allowance.

But you're my life now.

It is unbearable.

She's holding me with cobwebs.

She studies my tastes.

And there's no civilized way out.

She will never separate or divorce.

But I cannot bear it much longer.

I must put an end to it.

But it was not until the day I came home
from seeing my publisher that I decided

to take steps.

Darling, you're home. How nice.

What were you doing in my study?

Well, I was looking to see if the drapes
needed cleaning.

Mrs. Carter sees to that.

Well, I thought perhaps you'd like me to
see to it. I know you dislike anyone

disturbing your things.

I'm used to Mrs. Carter. She's
completely trustworthy. I'd rather leave

her.

Horace, what was your mother like?

She was a fine woman.

A wonderful person. I was devoted to
her.

But she managed me.

Ah, but I don't, you know.

I cannot bear it. She broke her promise.
She came in to snoop and interfere.

I won't have it.

I have a supply of sleeping medicine on
hand.

I'm a sensitive person, and whenever I'm
nervous or upset, I cannot get to sleep

without taking something.

Lately, I've had to take it often. A
small amount ensures that I sleep well.

A large quantity, of course, would prove
fatal.

I've established the habit for Sybil and
myself of a little drink each night.

When the time comes, I can say that she
borrowed the medicine from my cabinet.

No man murders a perfect wife.

It will look accidental.

Our household now regards this as a
nightly habit, a fact which is important

the success of my plan.

Sibylla, because she thinks it pleases
me, obediently drinks whatever I offer

her.

Fortunately, the fleeting medicine is
practically tasteless.

Here's your wine, my dear.

Thank you, darling.

A cold hand touched my heart.

I didn't want to, but I had to.

I couldn't weaken.

Why, Horace, come in, darling. How nice.

What's the matter, darling? You look
upset.

Is anything the matter?

No, no.

Horace.

Horace, what is it?

Why, Horace, you're in a cold sweat.

Here, let me help you, darling.

No.

My sleeping medicine, I... Oh, come
quickly home.

Here, rinse your mouth out quickly.

Is that better?

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry that I didn't
tell you.

What? Well, the other morning I was
tidying up in here and I had a little

accident. Your sleeping medicine bottle
fell.

The bottle didn't break, but the liquid
spilled all over.

I was going to ask your doctor for the
prescription so that I could replace it.

It isn't anything that'll hurt you,
darling. I simply filled your bottle

some lotion of mine.

I didn't think you'd be taking any.

Oh, darling, I'm so terribly sorry. Do
you feel better now?

Yes, yes, I'm all right.

Just leave me alone now, please.

If you like, darling, of course.

Are you feeling all right, darling?

I feel well enough.

Well, perhaps you shouldn't have worked
this morning. No, no, I feel all right.

What in the world are you reading?

It's a mystery book.

Such rubbish.

I know.

Still, it's psychologically interesting,
Horace.

There's a very clever idea in the book.

You see, a man thinks that someone's
trying to kill him.

He finds this out by reading a diary.

Then he makes a copy of the diary and
has it put in his lawyer's safe to be

by the district attorney in the event of
his death.

Then he lets the person who wants to
kill him know what he's done.

You see?

I think it's very clever.

I don't.

I think it's nonsense.

But it would work.

Don't you think so?

Spill it. What's that?

Oh, I meant to tell you. There are two
keys to your desk.

I've had this in my sewing box.

If you ever lose yours, darling, I have
another.

She knows all about it.

She's been reading my diary.

She had a key.

She knew what I planned to do. That's
why she substituted that lotion.

Now she has a copy of the diary. It's in
her lawyer's face.

She's acting as if nothing has happened
at all.

She expects me to do the thing.

And I'll have to.

I must.

The evidence is in her lawyer's safe.

But let Sibylla die.

In the years that followed, it became
second nature for me to look after

and watch over her. There was nothing
else to do. We had to live together.

After all, I'd married Sibylla, and she
seemed convinced that despite myself,

I'd wanted to.

Good morning, Sibylla.

Oh, darling.

Now, I want you to eat every bit of
this.

But darling, breakfast is always served
in the dining room. I don't believe

you've been eating properly lately.

You haven't been yourself.

Oh, I'm all right, Horace. I've just
been a little tired, that's all.

Now, the best thing for you is to eat
well and rest. I want you to stay in bed

and be lazy.

Oh, darling, you're so thoughtful.

It's just lovely.

The doctor will be here this afternoon.
I want him to examine you.

Perhaps you need a tonic.

You'll eat it. Every bit of it, won't
you?

To please me?

Of course, darling.

Sybilla had not been feeling well, and I
worried about her.

I must say that after being married to
her for eight years, I'd come to

appreciate her intelligence, her
prettiness, her quietness.

I had suggested we take a vacation to
the seashore. She thought it was a

wonderful idea and eagerly started
making preparations.

On Earth, is that?

It's not supposed to be on Earth. It's
for the sea.

The sea?

Yes. Look, I got this for you.

You mean... You mean one's actually
supposed to put such a thing on?

Well, of course.

Wouldn't it be a pity to be there three
weeks and not be able to go swimming at

all? No. No, absolutely not.

But, Horace... No, we're going to the
seashore for the sake of your health,

you're not going to do any swimming.

But... I won't have it.

But why not, Horace? Don't you realize
what there might be in the ocean?

Sharks, all sorts of dangerous things.

No, I won't have it, Sybilla.

Well, we needn't go at all.

Oh, but you need a change.

Oh, we could go to the mountains.

No, no, no.

The mountains would be lovely.

No, I don't like the idea of mountain
trails and steep places.

Whatever you say, darling.

Should we stay here? I like it here. No,
no, no, no. You must have a change.

We'll go to the seashore. But I forbid
any swimming. It's much too dangerous.

Now, you send the things right back.

All right. Well, just sit in the sun and
relax.

Yes.

But not too much sun, mind you.

Your complexion is much too fair.

I had hoped that the trip to the
seashore might do her good, but instead

seemed to fail.

She grew weaker.

The more we can do, Mr. Meade.

May I go in?

Yes. I'll be downstairs.

Dear? I wanted to ask you something for
a long time.

My desk.

The key.

Did you... Did you ever...

Sorry to have to bring you down here so
soon after your wife's death, but

there's some matters I think we ought to
discuss.

That's quite all right. I know it's
necessary.

Mr. Meade, I had charge of your wife's
affairs before she was married to you,

I suppose you know.

Yes.

During the ten years that you were
married, although I saw very little of

kept some of her papers.

This is her will.

And a few bonds.

Not very many.

She had very little money of her own.

But in her will, they come to you.

What?

Is that all?

I beg your pardon?

Yes, that's all.

There was no copy of my diary in the
lawyer's safe.

Nothing but a few family papers.

There never had been any.

Was it all a coincidence then? The
medicine, the key, everything?

No. She must have known what I tried to
do.

And didn't care.

It wasn't herself she wanted to save.

It was me.

Oh, I miss her.

Miss her as I've never missed anyone.

The way she had of always being there
when I wanted her, and of disappearing

when I wanted to be alone.

She was a perfect wife.

Oh, Sibylla, now I know what I should
have done in that last moment.

I should have said, I love you.

in a moment.

But first, we have that feature of
television that all viewers long for.

The end of a commercial.

That moment will come in just 60
seconds.

That concludes our potpourri for this
evening.

Next week, we shall continue our study
of that age -old riddle. Did they

jump, or were they pushed until then?

Good night.