All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s06e20 The Throwback

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm sure you are wondering what I'm
wearing.

It's the latest thing I'm told, called a
trampoline.

I do not intend to discuss how I arrived
here, but I'm open to suggestions for a

way to get out.

As a costume, it has severe limitations.

Fortunately, you won't have to sit there
staring at me all evening.

We have a story for you. It is called
The Throwback. But first, we have this

one -minute tear in the tapestry of
television.

Am I too early? No.

I'll be ready in just a minute. Oh, this
is for you.

Thank you.

I'd better finish dressing.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Not so fast.

Elliot, please.

Now, you think I bring girls presents
for nothing, huh? For nothing?

We really should go. It's almost 8 o
'clock.

What's the difference?

What do you mean?

Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't
make any special plans for tonight.

You didn't?

No.

I thought you might like a quiet evening
at home for a change.

Could I have two glasses?

Oh, come on, Enid.

For the two months we've known each
other, we've been rushing around like

show was going to close and every
restaurant run out of food.

Sorry you feel that way.

I didn't mean it like that.

It's just that you're always hustling me
out of here. Now, why?

I spend a lot of time in this apartment.
I just like to get out whenever I can.

Now, it's more to it than that.

And you know it.

Now, it's the weekend.

Can't we relax on the weekend?

Are we going out or aren't we? No, we're
not going out.

Not until you tell me what's wrong with
staying home.

Wrong?

Why do you say that?

Well, I know it's wrong. I'm not stupid.

There is a thing about this place. Now,
I can feel it.

And there's something wrong with our
dates.

All right, why can't I ever see you on
Saturday nights?

I told you. I'm busy Saturdays,
modeling. Oh, you think I really buy

All right, now, what is it?

Now, you tell me the truth.

Is there someone else?

Is there?

I thought maybe you'd never ask me that.

I was hoping you wouldn't.

Well, I'm asking now. Is there someone?

Yes, Elliot.

Yes, Elliot.

His name is Cyril Hardeen.

A widower.

He's kind to me.

Kind and gentle.

He's such a gentle man, Elliot. You've
no idea.

A widower, huh?

And how old is this gentle, gentle
creature?

Fifty -four.

Fifty -four.

Oh, but you mustn't think of him as old.

He's... Well, he's a wonderful person.

Yeah, he must be.

So that's why you're always rushing me
out of here.

That's why you would never see me on
Saturday.

I was just a diversion.

Oh, don't say that.

Well, true, isn't it? Your heart really
belongs to Daddy.

That's not the way it is.

Well, what was his pitch anyway?

A man his age.

Modeling jobs, your name in lights, the
movies.

What was it?

Well, what was it? Diamonds, furs? Stop
it!

Stop it, Elliot!

He loves me.

That's the truth.

He loves me very much.

Well, congratulations and best of luck.
I hope you're very happy.

Well, I'm not. I'm not!

Why tell me? Tell Mr. Harding.

Oh, you're... You're not even trying to
understand.

All right, Enid. All right.

And tell me, what is it?

Well, go on.

I met Cyril four years ago.

We've been going together ever since.

After I met you, I tried to break it
off.

But I just couldn't.

Listen, now tell me something.

Do you love him?

Not the way you mean it.

I couldn't explain it to you in a
million years.

You see everything black and white,
Elliot.

But if you knew Ciro, if you knew how he
treated me, he's the kindest

man I have ever known.

I could never hurt him.

He's like a knight in a storybook, a Don
Quixote.

Oh, Enid, it doesn't make sense.

He's 30 years older than you.

Now, what could you see in a man like
that?

I knew you wouldn't understand.

Well, nobody could understand.

Except maybe a psychiatrist.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Look.

I'm sure he's a nice old guy.

But he's not for you.

I never think of Cyril as old.

All right.

All right, so now what?

What about you and me?

Yes.

What about us?

I'm not going to put up with it.

It's either him or me.

Do you really mean that?

Of course I really mean it.

Say it.

Say what?

The magic words, you know what they are.

Wyatt, I love you. Is that what you
wanted to hear?

Well, the words are all right, but the
tone's not so hot.

I love you, Wyatt.

I do.

All right, now, you listen to me.

I want you to give up this guy.

I want you to throw your Don Quixote on
a junk pile.

And if you want me to, I'll do it
myself.

No, Elliot. I'll tell him. It'll be
better if I tell him.

My name's Elliot Gray. I have an
appointment with Mr. Hardeen. Mr.

Hardeen's expecting you.

I didn't hear, sir.

Right on time, I see.

Very nice of you to come, Mr. Gray.

I know it was an imposition asking you
to visit me on such short notice.

It's quite all right.

Enid has told me all about you, of
course.

That's why I wanted us to get together.

As you know, I have Enid's interest at
heart.

Yes, so I understand.

Won't you sit down, please?

Thank you.

Well, Lena's description of you was
accurate.

Oh? Is that good or bad?

I don't know. It's quite good, I assure
you.

If anything, you're even younger than
I'd imagined.

Would you mind telling me how old you
are?

I'm 26.

Do you want my height and weight, too?

No, that really won't be necessary.

Look, Mr. Hardeen, let's get to the
point.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you how I
feel about Enid or how she feels about

me.

No, she was fairly explicit on that
subject. You needn't give me the

Well, she doesn't want to hurt you.

She made quite a point of that. She
thinks a lot of you.

Thank you.

Now, I don't mean to sound patronizing.

But you must have expected this to
happen sooner or later.

You couldn't really expect it.

To what, Mr. Gray?

To love an older man?

Look, Mr. Hardeen, why should I kid you?

Enid is 25.

Now, what kind of a future could you
give her?

You knew that this would happen someday,
that she'd meet somebody like me.

So why fight it?

Yes, you're probably right.

Youth is a... Powerful opponent.

Mr. Gray.

May I tell you something about myself?

I'm 59 years old.

Even older than Enid thinks I am.

But what's worse, I'm a throwback.

An anachronism.

And that most hopeless of creatures, a
romantic, born into an age of

speed and cheap music.

If I'd been luckier, I would have been
born in medieval days, when honor was

honor and the prize of conquest was
beauty.

I can see I'm boring you.

Why don't we go downstairs and have a
drink?

Downstairs? Yes, I have a bar down in
the basement, and I think we'd both feel

more relaxed with a drink in our hands.

Sure.

Oh, it's... Right this way, Mr. Gray.

Oh, this is quite a place.

Is this what you call a bar?

Oh, I work out a little here sometimes.

Helps take off some of the fat.

Of course, I have a few of these and put
the pounds right on again.

Well, what will you have, Mr. Gray?

Oh,

a little scotch and water.

Well, what shall we drink to?

To Enid.

No, perhaps not.

Suppose we just drink to honor.

To honor.

Go on, Mr. Gray, as soon as you're
ready.

Ready?

Well, surely you know what I expect of
you now.

What any man, at least a throwback like
myself at any rate, expects of someone

who's come between him and his woman.

I don't know what you're talking about.

It's an ancient custom, Mr. Gray.

Ancient and honorable.

What is?

I'm speaking of combat, Mr. Gray.

Unarmed combat.

Oh, wait a second.

You don't think I'm going to fight you?

Why not, Mr. Gray?

Men have been settling disputes like
this for centuries.

I suggest we settle this one the same
way.

I think you're out of your mind.

Don't you think Enid is worth it?

Well, that's got nothing to do with it.
A punch on the jaw isn't going to change

anything, Mr. Hardeen. You ought to know
that.

Perhaps not, but whether it solves
anything or not really doesn't matter,

it? I think a great deal of Enid, Mr.
Gray.

I want proof of your feelings for her.

I'm willing to offer my own.

Now finish that drink and let's get
started.

This is about the nuttiest thing I ever
heard of.

No, I won't fight you. I wouldn't think
of it. For one thing, you're 30 years

older than I am. You needn't remind me
of that.

Just answer my question.

Will you fight?

Look, if you've got some crazy idea
about a duel or something...

Forget it. I'm not talking about swords
or pistols, Mr. Gray.

I see no need for killing each other.

I'm speaking of unarmed combat.

The old -fashioned, primitive sort.

If you're really worried about the
inequality of our years and strength,

thought of that, too.

There's an old custom in affairs of this
sort, and I believe it applies here.

What custom?

Under Louis XIV, many of the French
noblemen employed substitutes to carry

their affairs of honor.

Why, even the great Napoleon Bonaparte,
when challenged, offered to send a

fencing master as his plenipotentiary.

Well, in this case, I would say a
substitute is even more justified.

Someone closer to your own age and
prowess.

Excuse me.

Joseph!

Joseph, are you up there?

Yes, sir.

Ah, there you are.

This is Joseph, Mr. Gray.

Oh, I believe you met upstairs.

Joseph has been a very good friend of
mine ever since his retirement from

another profession.

Now, look, Mr. Hardeen.

If you think you're going to egg me into
a fight, you made a wrong guess.

I'm not going to fight you or Joseph or
anybody else.

Now, if you don't mind.

You can't keep me here. Oh, don't let's
bicker, Mr.

Gray. Now, you keep your hands off of me
or I'm going to call the cops.

Oh, come on. Get up. Get up.

I think that's

enough, Joseph.

Very well, sir.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

I am sorry, Mr. Gray. I hoped that you'd
try and put up more of a fight, but I'm

satisfied at any rate.

What's the matter? Are you some kind of
a nut or something?

You're no throwback. You're a maniac.

I'm afraid you don't share my concept of
what's right and honorable, Mr. Gray.

It is a pity.

Now, I want out of here.

Well, you can go now. I won't try and
stop you.

Oh, but, Mr. Gray, there is one thing.

I wouldn't advise you telling Enid about
this. I doubt if she'd believe you

anyway. You may do yourself more harm
than good.

Don't you worry about Enid. Well, after
all, I have known her a great deal

longer than you have.

Well, that's all over now. You
understand?

Perfect. Enid's through with you for
good. You may be right.

Well, in that case, I'd say you'd won
after all.

No hard feelings, eh?

Come on, Joseph.

You Mr. Elliot Gray?

Yeah, that's right.

We're the police, Mr. Gray.

Can we come in?

Police?

Yeah, sure. Come in.

My name is Lieutenant Marsh.

This is Sergeant Baker.

Well, I don't understand. What do you
want? What's this all about?

Are you acquainted with a man named
Cyril Hardin?

Yeah, I sure am.

Did you see Mr. Hardeen this evening?

Yes, I did.

You and Mr. Hardeen maybe have a little
trouble tonight?

Wait, look, look.

I'm not going to answer any more
questions until I know what this is all

Look, Mr. Gray.

We don't have any warrant that'll force
you to go along with us.

But you'll save yourself a lot of
trouble later on if you do.

Where to?

Cyril Hardeen's house.

Why it's a matter of identification.

Mr. Gray

Mr. Mann, Mr. Hardeen?

Yes.

This is some kind of crazy mistake.

I didn't do anything.

Well, look, I'm the one that got beaten
up.

That's not the way it looks, does it?

You sure don't pick them your age, do
you, buddy?

You know, you don't believe this.

Elliot, how could you?

I didn't do anything. This is some kind
of mistake.

Have the courage to admit what happened.

It's very clear.

You fought over me and this is what you
did.

Cyril told me all about it.

Oh, thank you, Joseph.

Well, he lied to you, Enid. It was a
frame -up. It didn't happen this way.

fellow, he did it deliberately. He
wanted you to think this.

Aren't you ashamed trying to put the
blame on somebody else?

It's a frame -up, Enid. Please, don't
make it any worse.

You've proved your point.

You're younger and stronger than he is.
I know that. But I don't want to hear

about it.

Not anymore.

You want to prefer charges for assault
and battery, Mr. Harding?

No.

I don't want to make any charges.

But I would like to rest a little.

All right, let's get going, bud. You
know, you're pretty lucky.

Personally, I wouldn't mind seeing you
put away.

Enid, will you listen to me?

No. Joseph, hand me that pillow, will
you, please?

On your way.

Enid! Enid, you don't understand!

Can't you see the man wants quiet?

Enid! Just leave us alone, Elliot.

You're going to be all right, darling.

That was a pleasantly romantic story.

But I was in no mood to enjoy it. My
feet are beginning to hurt.

Fortunately, my assistants have promised
to extract me under cover of the

following one -minute entertainment
blackout.

I shall see you at its conclusion.

I appreciate getting out, but I don't
think the job called for a heavy

construction.

Good night.