All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s06e26 Coming, Mama

Good evening.

Tonight we have another treat for those
of you who enjoy a peek behind the

scenes. I'm sure most of you imagine
that years of thought and work go behind

the creation of a television situation
comedy series.

You are absolutely correct.

However, modern science has managed to
distill and concentrate all this work

into this small package.

Instant situation comedy.

All you do is to add water. You don't
even have to stir.

Contains the ingredients for a complete
cast together with recorded laughter and

a large supply of the following.

Retorts witty.

Replies devastating.

Quips modest.

Reproofs parental.

Mows bon.

And takes double.

All that is necessary is to slice the
results into 39 segments.

That is what I would term a poppy.
Explosion.

I better come in with you. You may need
me. I'll never forgive myself if

anything's happened to her.

Mrs. Evans, what's happened?

It's all right, Lucy. She's fine.

Hello, Arthur. But the doctor's here.

She insisted that I call him. It might
not have been necessary, but I thought

I'd better humor her. Thank goodness you
were here.

I just stopped by. I thought you might
like a little company.

Oh, thank you very much. Oh, what are
neighbors for?

Lucy, is that you?

Coming, Mama.

I'll wait down here.

Yes, you better.

Don't look so frightened, dear. I'm all
right now.

Are you sure, Mother?

Perfectly sure.

Isn't that right, Dr. Larson?

Quite right.

You see?

Did you have a nice evening, dear?

It was all right.

How's Arthur?

He's fine.

And his mother?

She hasn't been to see me for the
longest time.

Well, she lives so far out in the
country, Mother.

Arthur? scarcely ever sees her himself.

She's such an active woman.

Must be wonderful to be able to get
around like that.

Can I get you something, Mother?

Well, a cup of tea would be nice.

I'm sure Dr. Lawson would like some
coffee.

No, thanks. I must be getting on.

Good night, Mrs. Baldwin.

Thank you, Doctor.

I didn't do a thing.

Good night, Lucy.

I'll see you to the door. I'll be right
back, Mother.

She is all right, isn't she, Doctor? You
know as well as I, Lucy, that she

didn't have an attack.

It was staged for your benefit.

Because I was out with Arthur.

Because you were out at all.

Lucy, if you'll take my advice, you'll
stop giving in to her.

You can't stay cooped up in this house
24 hours a day. I feel so guilty if

anything happened to her here alone.

Nothing's going to happen to her.

It's about time you started thinking of
yourself, young lady.

I think about myself all the time.

Then stop thinking and start doing.

It's all wrong, Lucy. What are you
letting happen?

Well, it was a bad day. She was very
restless.

Well, we'll see to it that it's not a
bad night.

Yeah, put one teaspoon in her tea and
she'll sleep right through. That way, at

least, you'll get some sleep.

Thank you, doctor.

Now remember, one teaspoon only. It's
strong stuff.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

Well?

Satisfied?

Yes, she's all right.

In other words, the same old thing
again.

What you do about nothing.

I'm afraid so.

Well, that settles it, Lucy. I can see
you're never going to do anything about

this, so I'll have to.

I'm not going to let you put off our
marriage any longer.

Darling, you know I don't want to.

But you keep on doing it.

Believe me, your mother doesn't need
you. Arthur, she thinks she doesn't.

the same thing, isn't it? No, no, no.

You always worry about what your mother
wants.

But what about what you want?

Or what we want?

You see, we're not children anymore.

You don't have to tell me that.

All right, then.

Look, darling, I've tried to be patient.
I know you have, and I'm very grateful.

Grateful?

Well, there's nothing to be grateful
about.

I love you and I want to marry you.

But I won't wait forever.

Arthur, it won't be forever. Just give
me a little more time.

No, no, Lucy.

No, I'd made up a mind even before this
happened that I was going to settle this

tonight once and for all.

Now, you've got to make a decision.

You either want to marry me or you
don't.

And I want your answer tomorrow.

And I mean it this time.

I don't want to press you again.

Night.

You shouldn't have bothered, dear.

It was no bother, Mother.

Lucy, are you angry with me?

Why should I be?

I don't know, but you're certainly not
acting very nicely.

I'm sorry you were frightened, but I
certainly couldn't help having an

Couldn't you?

Well, that's a funny thing to say. Of
course not.

I did so want you to have a nice evening
and not have anything spoiled.

Oh, stop it, Mother Jocelyn.

Well, what kind of a way is that for you
to talk to me? You did not want me to

have a nice evening. You did not want me
to go out at all.

You're tired, my dear. You wouldn't talk
such nonsense.

Yes, I am tired.

I am tired of pretending to believe you
when you lie there saying one thing and

meaning another.

Lucy, I've never seen you like this.

Everyone else is running out of patience
today. Why shouldn't I?

But what have I done?

What you always do, Mama.

You were perfectly impossible all day
today because I was foolish enough to

you that I was going out this evening
and then to finish it off. You pretend

have a heart attack when I come home to
make me feel guiltier if such a thing is

possible.

What a dreadful thing to say.

I suppose Arthur's been putting these
ideas into your head.

He doesn't have to.

I'm not a fool. I just act like one.

I don't think I care to discuss it
anymore tonight.

You're obviously overwrought, and I'm
not well enough. You are perfectly well

enough. I think I'm more capable of
judging that than you.

And more capable than the doctor, Mama.

He said there was no reason for his
being called out here tonight.

Well, that was highly unethical of him.
No, just honest.

Mama, don't you see what you are doing
to me?

I am 34 years old. Pretty soon I'll be
35, and then I'll be 40.

And I'll still be right here. I'll still
have nothing.

What did Arthur say to you tonight to
bring all this on?

That if what he said is everything.

What did he say?

He said that he wanted to marry me, but
that he wasn't going to wait forever.

That he was asking me for the last time.

My dear, that would be by far the very
best thing that could happen. For whom?

You? No, not for me. I'm thinking of
you.

You mustn't marry this man.

Or any man. Isn't that what you mean,
Mama? No, it isn't. If he were a

man who was in love with you... He is in
love with me.

Oh, my dear.

Don't make me say things that will hurt
you. I don't want to.

I'm only trying to protect you.

Mama, I'm going to marry him.

I must say it.

Arthur doesn't love you.

It's the money he's after.

He knows I haven't any money.

He also knows I have.

I actually believe that you'd say
anything to get your way.

Oh, think what you like of me, but don't
throw away your life like this.

The money comes to you when I die, and
I've very little time.

Oh, please. It's true whether you
believe it or not. I know it.

When that happens, you can do as you
please.

But until then, I won't let you make
this dreadful mistake.

It is not a mistake.

Very well, then.

If you trust him, tell him.

Tell him you'll marry him, and when you
do, I'll change my will. I'll leave

everything I have to charity.

That won't make any difference.

Then there's no problem.

Tell him.

Tell him tomorrow.

Or are you afraid to risk it?

Are you?

Yes. I am afraid.

Look at me.

Why should anybody want to marry me now?
Are you satisfied? Is that what you

wanted me to say?

My dear, you're a lovely woman.

Everyone can't be a great beauty. As you
have reminded me so often, Mama.

My dear, you... Mama, I don't care even
if what you say is true. I want him.

I have got to have someone.

I have been by myself long enough.

Hello, Arthur.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

You're not angry?

No, I'm not angry.

And you do understand how I feel?

Arthur, I'm very tired tonight. I can't
cope with you or anyone else's feelings.

I see.

Then I'm to take it your answer is no.

I didn't say that, Arthur.

I'm very tired. You'll have to give me a
little more time.

Yes, Arthur, I heard you.

You'll have the answer tomorrow.

Good night.

I didn't mean to loot my temper.

That's all right. We all do one time or
another.

It's better than bottling everything up
inside.

Perhaps it is.

We forget all about it.

I know you didn't mean any of those
things you said.

No, I didn't.

But you did, didn't you, Mama?

If you mean about Arthur, I'm afraid I
did.

And I don't suppose there's anything
that I could say to make you change your

mind. Not when I know I'm right.

If I was uncertain, do you think I'd
have used the threat of that money?

I didn't enjoy that.

I'm sure you didn't.

But you would do it, wouldn't you, Mama?

I'd have to.

It's for your own good.

Well, as you say, Mama, we better just
forget all about it.

Try not to feel too badly.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Dr. Larson left you some medicine, Mama.

He thinks you need building up.

Two tablespoons.

How much is that?

You can take it in your tea, Mama. That
way you won't even taste it.

He thinks he's humoring me.

Leave the tray, dear.

Good night, Lucy.

Good night, Mama.

Lucy.

Lucy, you forgot the sugar.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Evans.

She gets so annoyed if I forget
anything.

What is it?

I'm afraid she's gone, dear.

She must have been sicker than we
thought.

But Mrs. Evans, she wasn't sick enough
to die.

What are you looking at?

the top doing off this bottle?

I gave her one teaspoonful.

That's all she was supposed to have, and
then I closed it.

I don't understand.

Why would she take more?

I warned her not to. I told her what the
doctor said.

Mrs. Evans, why would Mother want to
die?

If she did it, she must have done it for
you.

You were right about your mother, Lucy,
and we were all wrong.

You said you would never leave her.

While she was still alive.

And she wanted you to marry Arthur and
be happy.

You've been so kind, Mr. Simon. Everyone
has.

Why shouldn't they be?

Everyone knew how devoted you were to
your mother.

Well, now, what are your plans?

Well, I don't really know.

Arthur wants to get married right away.

You know, I think you're lucky.

Having such a dependable man standing by
you through all this.

There's still so much to do. I haven't
even talked to you about settling the

estate. Oh, you don't have to think
about that.

What do you mean?

Well, I can handle everything without
bothering you.

See, your mother was a very meticulous
woman. She kept all of her bills paid

and the insurance will cover the cost of
the funeral. And since the annuity

ceases at her death, there's really very
little to settle.

Annuity? Oh, yes.

Well, you knew that's where your
mother's money came from, didn't you?

Yes, of course.

Frankly, I was against your father's
investing his money in that fashion, but

lawyer can only advise, and your father
wanted it that way, and so did your

mother.

I'm sure she did.

I beg your pardon?

I'm sure mother wanted it if father did.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, they were both so sure that you'd
be married and well taken care of.

Well, you see, they were right.

Yes, weren't they?

Well, Mr. Simon, you must let me know if
there's anything I have to do. No,

there won't be a thing.

You just invite me to that wedding.

I will.

Hello, Donna.

Hello, Art. Well, Mr. Simon, I guess I'm
here just in time to say goodbye. Just

goodbye. Goodbye, Miss Baldwin. Nice to
have seen you again, Mr. Clark, and good

luck to both of you. Thank you.

Is something wrong?

No.

You were a lot more cheerful when I left
you last night.

Hey, come on. What is it?

I don't want to talk about it. Well,
Lucy, look. Arthur, please.

All right, if you don't want to talk
about it, you don't.

Well, what should we talk about?

Our wedding?

Arthur, I'm still not sure.

It's too late.

We had all the arrangements for
Saturday.

Saturday? That's right. That'll give you
time to shop for the trousseau and...

Do whatever else you have to do.

My true soul.

What am I supposed to use for money?

I don't understand.

Mother's money came from an annuity.

It stopped at her death. There's nothing
left for me.

Just like your mother.

Now, I bet she didn't tell you either,
did she?

No.

Lucy, is that what this is all about?

Is that why you're so upset?

Oh, darling, what difference does it
make?

I'm not rich, but I'm not starving
either.

Wait a minute. Did you think it would
make a difference?

Not really, but I was so frightened.

You are silly.

Forget about the money.

Let's talk about something important.

Like, uh... Where are we going on our
honeymoon?

Wherever you say.

All right.

Now, let's not plan anything.

We'll get in the car.

We'll just drive and drive.

Wherever we want to go.

That sounds wonderful.

Just wonderful.

Yes, Mother, it's us.

Oh, you look lovely.

I felt so terrible about missing the
wedding.

Is anything the matter, dear?

Why, Mother, I didn't know you were ill.

You mean Arthur hasn't told you?

Of course he hasn't. He didn't want to
spoil your wedding day, did you, dear?

Well, Mother, she's been through so much
lately. Of course.

Well, I had this terrible fall down the
cellar steps, and here I am.

And at my age, dear, it's a serious
matter.

Mother, you mustn't think that way.

What way can I think?

It's terrible to look forward to being
bedridden.

Doctor has no idea when this will heal.

Patience, patience, he says.

Could be I'll have to be patient for the
rest of my days.

I'm so sorry, Mother.

Well, these things happen.

I certainly am glad you've had so much
experience taking care of your own

mother. And Lucy, dear, I want you to
know how sweet you are to give up your

honeymoon.

You don't mind, do you?

Arthur said you wouldn't.

You see, he couldn't possibly afford a
private nurse for me.

Yes, I can see that.

Fortunately, this house is plenty big
enough for all of us.

Now, take off your things and make some
tea, and we'll have our own little

celebration. Just the three of us.

Arthur, you show her where to go, dear.

Lucy.

Lucy, wait a minute.

I'm sorry about this.

Arthur, when did your mother have her
accident?

What difference does that make?

Was it before Mother died?

Well, yes, I suppose it was a day or so
before.

A day or so before.

Lucy.

Lucy, dear, I'm so uncomfortable. Could
you come and help move me, dear?

She must be in great pain.

We'll have to ask the doctor for some
sleeping medicine for her.

Lucy, please hurry.

Coming, Mother.

Coming.

may not have been situation comedy for
Lucy, who was caught on her next try,

perhaps the rest of you found it
amusing.

I shall be back after the following,
which is designed to sober you up.

Next week, our situation comedy takes
place in far -off Denmark.

Junior overhears a scrap of conversation
and quite naturally...

jumps to the conclusion that his uncle
murdered his father in order to marry

mother. This amusing misunderstanding
leads to a great number of hilarious

situations and to the death of all four
principals.

I'm sure you'll enjoy it. So tune in
next week when we present Junior Caesar

Ghost. Good night.