All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s06e30 You Cant Trust A Man

Oh, good evening.

I just had a terrible nightmare.

It lasted only a minute, but it was a
shattering experience.

Let me tell you about it before we see
tonight's play.

It was like a motion picture, and as I
watched, a voice kept shouting

at me.

Bounce the drums in the last number. Not
a native uprising.

Transitions.

Merge with the Steelworkers Union.

Oh, I thought you sounded lovely, Miss
Cole.

Lovely, Miss Cole. You always think I
sound lovely, don't you, Pauline? But

do. Of course I do.

And you like to collect yourself.

Oh, Miss Cole.

Oh, I'm just tired, Pauline. You must be
tired, too. Why don't you go on home? I

can manage.

Oh, if that's what you want, that's what
I want.

Good night.

Good night, Polly.

I knew you'd come, Tony.

I couldn't refuse a personal invitation
from the great Crystal Co., could I?

Delivered after I received your
threatening note.

Threatening?

You must be imagining things.

That was just a fan letter.

I did have a big imagination.

Remember the story you told me back in
Cleveland?

I can't take the rap, Tony.

I don't want our baby born in prison.

I never did get a birth announcement.

A girl can make a mistake.

She sure can.

No birth announcements, no letters.

Seven years is a long time to sit and
stir without letters.

I didn't know you could sing, baby.

All right, Tony, what do you want? Seven
years.

Seven empty years.

At first, I nearly went crazy wondering
why you didn't write.

I even thought that stupid gin mill
operator might have realized it was your

fingers in his till instead of mine.

Then one day,

The days weren't empty anymore.

Because I saw your picture in the
newspaper.

I didn't recognize you right off. Not
with the dark hair, the fancy clothes,

that name, Crystal Coe.

The paper said you just changed your
name by marrying a bandleader.

What happened to him, baby?

Was he the one who shot himself, or...

Was he the one who turned alcoholic?

No.

No.

I remember now.

That was your second husband.

I read all about it in one of those fan
magazines.

The tragic loves of Crystal Cole.

But the story went on to say that you
had found happiness at last.

With an older man, old enough to own a
few oil fields.

All right, so we've had the story of my
life.

Not quite.

I could do a sequel.

Crystal Coast Secret Love.

How do you like that for a title?

It'll never sell.

Why not?

Because I can't swim in oil?

Because you can't prove anything.

You know better than that, baby.

No matter how many pieces of paper you
destroy, there's always a piece left

somewhere.

Nice.

This must have cost Mr.

Oilwell a neat sum.

Oh, everything is so expensive these
days.

How expensive, Tony?

Very nice.

Sometimes when I was sweating out that
stretch for you, I'd wake up in the

night, forget where I was.

I'd reach out in the darkness and grab
an armful of air.

We did have some good times together,
baby, didn't we?

You must remember that.

I stopped remembering a long time ago.

But I couldn't forget.

That's the crazy thing.

Whatever you did, I made excuses.

Even when you stole the money.

I blamed myself because I couldn't give
you all the things you wanted.

Remember how I used to tinker around in
the basement trying to invent something?

It would make us rich.

I guess no invention can improve on
nature.

A girl has to live.

She can't wait around forever.

She has to live.

Are you sure of that, Crystal?

I could have saved the suckers you
married a lot of cash if I had sounded

Me, the jailbird Crystal Co., couldn't
acknowledge.

Even to a judge.

But that would have spoiled everything.

For both of us, Tony.

Yeah.

And now you're getting the idea.

That's what I had in mind all these
years.

So Tony kept his mouth shut and went on
tinkering and remembering.

They have places for that even in
prison, you know.

How much do you want, Tony?

You're not the only one that likes
expensive things.

Seven years of hunger can give a man a
real appetite for expensive things.

I ask you, how much?

You won't need your checkbook.

After all, you never divorced me.

Not like the old days.

You don't have to remind me.

I bet I don't.

Real class.

I suppose when the ad trades are filled,
you trade for a new model.

Not immediately.

I had the chauffeur empty them the first
six months.

Remember that one?

The old tunes are the best.

The old tunes, the old love.

Where are we going?

You called it, Tony.

What about Mr.

Oilwell?

Mr. Wincliffe is in San Francisco on
business.

And the chauffeur?

at the beach house this time of year.

No one at all.

I should be cozy.

It's a long drive. I'd better get some
gas.

Hello?

It's my business.

This is where we part company. I don't
understand.

I bet you don't.

Nobody ever walked out on you, did they,
baby?

Nobody ever turned down such an
invitation.

That's what I had in mind when I gave
you that feel about those 700 years.

I wanted you to learn what it feels like
to have the only thing you can offer

thrown back at your face.

Don't you get it?

I'm the stupid fool that sweated out
seven years in a cell because I loved

You were in my blood.

Even when I knew about all the other
men.

I ripped your pictures apart.

A thousand times I smashed your face
until it wouldn't look good to any man.

For seven years, I dreamed of what I'd
do when I got out and found you again.

Tony. And last night I did find you.

I went to that club.

Saw the woman I'd gone through so much
for.

A fancy saloon tramp.

Is that why you wrote the letter to me?

Just to tell me that?

I didn't intend to tell you anything.

I wrote the letter so you'd know I was
out.

So you could do a little sweating for a
change.

I never intended to see you again.

I've had it, baby.

I'm cured.

I don't want you anymore in the beach
house or anywhere else.

Wait.

Don't get out of here.

Oh, I get it.

You know...

And you wouldn't want a shabby bum like
me getting out of your car under all

these lights.

Any more and you wanted me to be seen at
the club.

The dressing room.

After the last show.

Those were the directions.

You're very understanding, Tom.

But you're not getting through.

Thank you.

Go on, Tony. Take it.

My gun.

You've kept it.

No, thanks, baby. I don't want this gift
either.

Would you please sign this, ma 'am?

It's a terrible pin you've got there.
Can you read the signature?

I sure can, ma 'am.

Is the boulevard open all the way out to
the beach? They were working on it

yesterday.

Boulevard? Um, yeah.

Okay, now. Fine, I'll stay on the
boulevard.

It's good to be able to find a service
station open at this hour.

I usually have a chauffeur fill the tank
every morning, but this morning I

forgot.

It's easy to get careless, isn't it,
Tony?

Why did you set up this cozy rendezvous?

You thought I was going to kill you.

As you said, Tony, there's always a
record left somewhere.

A record?

Proof of our marriage.

Fortunately, you're the only person on
this earth who would ever think to look

for it.

Look, I told you I didn't want any part
of you.

I wouldn't dream sporting your setup at
Wincliffe.

Any man that marries you deserves all
the grief he gets.

Even if it isn't legal.

Let me out of that bus stop.

You can't get a bus this time of night.

Then I'll walk.

You don't have to walk, Tony. I'll take
you where you're going.

What is this?

Is your pride wounded or something?

Do you still think you can...

Stir up the embers at that beach house.

Maybe that's it.

And maybe it is.

What's that?

The police.

You should have killed me back at the
station, Tony, but I knew you wouldn't.

You never have that kind of nerve. I
don't want your money. Nerve to get what

you want and keep it. But I don't want
your money. Tony, the first lesson I

learned was that you can't trust a man.
Don't!

happened here, lady?

He tried to kill me.

He tried to kill me.

This man killed me.

Call police.

Did you write this statement to the
station attendant, Miss Cove?

Yes. May I?

It was the only thing I could think to
do. I was so frightened.

Well, did you know this man?

No, I'd never seen him before.

He was waiting in the car when I left
the club after the last show.

With this gun?

Yes. I thought he wanted money. I
offered him my purse, but he wouldn't

I saw the service station up ahead, and
I knew there was a police car behind me.

Then he heard the siren, and he made me
drive faster.

I stopped the car suddenly, and then he
dropped the gun.

We... Lieutenant,

you heard my wife's story,

and you have the statement of the
station attendant, also the officer in

police car.

Now, it's been a very rough night, and
I'd like to take my wife home as soon as

possible.

Well, I don't see any reason why you
shouldn't.

Bum crawled in the car in the parking
lot, got himself shot, struggling for

gun.

That's about the size of it.

Well, thank you very much for your help,
Miss Coe. I won't need to detain you

any further.

Of course, you'll have to appear before
the judge. It's just a formality, and

then you'll be free to go.

It was a joke getting off the plane to
news like that last night.

It's a joke to me, too.

I can see that.

I blame myself. I could have cut the
conference short and taken an earlier

plane.

It wouldn't have made any difference.

But it would have.

I'd have been at the club to pick you up
as usual. But you shouldn't be driving

alone at that late hour.

Crystal, this nonsense has to stop.

When you finish at the club next week,
I'm going to take you away.

I'll take you anywhere you want to go.
The Bahamas.

Mexico, South America.

Oh, George, that would be wonderful.

Then it's all settled.

Oh, when I think of last night, what
could have happened to you?

Now, who could that be?

Well, if it's those reporters again,
I'll get rid of them.

I'm sorry, my what?

Lieutenant.

Oh, come in. Thank you.

I brought your wife's car back. I
thought you might be needing it.

Oh, well, we were just having some
coffee. Won't you join us? No, thank

Oh, good morning, Miss Coe. I've been
drinking coffee all night.

The lieutenant brought your car back,
darling.

Your keys, Miss Coe.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Or rather, I should say, Mrs.

Winkler.

I thought you might be interested to
hear what we learned about our friend of

last night.

Oh, sit down, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

You're a lucky woman, Mrs. Wincliffe.

That was a dangerous man.

An ex -convict.

There's no doubt in my mind, but the
coroner's jury will find this to be a

case of self -defense.

This mess is going to cause somebody a
headache, and I'm glad it's not in my

department.

Headache? A big headache.

You see, Mrs. Wincliffe, downtown
headquarters had a full report on this

He was paroled in another state with
permission to come out here to close a

business deal.

He had invented something while he was
in prison, some kind of electronic

equipment. And a few hours before his
death, he had signed a contract that,

well, shouldn't add him quite a sum in
royalties.

It's going to entail a lot of work to
dig up this man's past and to find his

beneficiary.

I just learned that nightmare I had was
a commercial.

I suppose one can't expect to get
pleasant dreams for nothing.

But I never realized before that they
were sponsored.

Now that you know there is no escape in
sleep, perhaps you'll watch the

following electronic nightmare.

Please do not be frightened. I shall be
right here all the time.

All for tonight.

Now you're on your own.

So until next week at the same time...

Pleasant dreams.