All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s06e32 Self Defense

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Tonight's topic is self -defense, a
matter of importance to everyone,

especially the ladies.

The first rule is to be suspicious of
strangers, especially if they are

to the waist and have arranged
mattresses on the floor in advance.

In nine cases out of ten, they are
jujitsu instructors.

Put out your hand and appear to be
friendly.

Then pick out a corner of the room.

I have a feeling I'm not going to pass
this course.

I won't tell him why it was he couldn't
throw me. He was standing on my foot.

Now our story follows this one -minute
attack on your sensibilities.

against which there is no defense.

I'm sorry, I haven't any change.

You can't break a five?

No, it's all right. You take the beer
and pay me later.

I must have an honest face.

No, I have some change here. What's it
come to?

No, mister, please.

Never mind.

Don't worry about the beer.

Don't turn around.

Stay right where you are and don't turn
around.

Go. You got the money.

My husband's gun. I was afraid to reach
for it. He keeps it here.

Gerald R. Clark.

Is that with an E? Yes, sir.

Age? 38.

Address?

2114 North Hope Street.

That's apartment 11.

Married? Single.

Occupation? I'm a radio engineer at
station WLPQ.

Lieutenant,

how's the boy?

He's pretty badly wounded, but he's
still alive.

Who is he? Kid named Phillips.

Jimmy Phillips, 18, no previous record.

What's the rest of that, Lou?

Mother divorced.

Works as a switchboard operator for an
answering service.

Father remarried, living somewhere in
New Jersey.

Unable to locate.

Mr. Clark.

Would you mind telling us something?

Sure.

You never been in that liquor store
until tonight?

No.

How'd you happen to go there?

Well, I was on my way to a friend's
house to play some cards, and I decided

pick up some beer, so I just stopped off
at the first place it was open.

Never saw the lady who owns a store
before?

No.

Well, now, please don't misunderstand
me.

I think you showed a lot of nerve going
after that kid.

But... That thing had been stolen from
you.

And you didn't even know Mrs. Gruber.

Why did you take such a risk?

Because he pointed his gun at me.

I don't get you.

When I was in the army in World War II,
I served in France and Belgium and

Germany. Never on the line, though. I
never had to kill anybody.

But I did see a man get killed once,
though.

I was outside a bar in Brussels.

A British soldier, a friend of his shot
him by

mistake, I think.

They were having an argument about a
girl and this one fellow had a gun and

kept pointing at the other one and they
kept yelling at each other. And all of a

sudden the gun went off and that was the
end of a man's life.

And the one who got shot, I was watching
him and he kept wanting

to do something.

He kept looking at that gun that was
pointed at him, and he didn't know what

do.

And it made me realize how special a
loaded gun is when it's pointed at you.

And tonight, when that kid pointed that
gun at me, and I thought, what makes him

think that he can do this to me?

And I had to fight back.

I... I'm a child.

I'm inside, Lieutenant Schwartz.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, well, have him call me back as soon
as he's free.

Look,

Lieutenant, do you suppose I could make
a phone call? My friends are probably

wondering what happened to me.

Yeah, sure.

As far as that goes, you can leave now.

We know where to get in touch with you.

I suppose it sounds empty to say I wish
it hadn't happened.

Mr. Clark, don't let it throw you.

Man's got a right to defend himself.

Have a seat.

I'll tell the lieutenant you're here.

Thank you.

Lieutenant?

No, I'm not a policeman.

Luke Hart will see you in a minute.

Thank you.

I can't believe it.

I don't understand it.

You think you're doing your best for
your children.

For the given things.

Love.

tried with Jimmy.

Jimmy? I can't give him everything.

I had to help him buy his automobile
that he must have needed something

else.

Nobody. He was gone tonight opening up a
store with an empty gun.

Empty gun?

He was shot.

Three times, and the gun wasn't even
loaded.

Wait a minute, hold it.

Yes, Mr. Clark.

Is it true?

Is what true?

That the kid I shot was carrying an
empty gun.

Yes, but there wasn't any way you could
have known that.

Excuse me, Doc, go ahead.

Yeah.

She's waiting outside the office.

Yeah, I'll tell her.

Well, you did the best you could.

Okay, Doc. Thanks for calling.

Philip's boy died five minutes ago.

Good night, Philip.

Good night, the dead who die in the Lord
from henceforth. Yea, saith the Spirit,

that they may rest from their labors,
and their works do follow them.

the peace of God which passes all
understanding.

Keep your hearts and minds in the
knowledge of love of God and of his Son,

Christ, our Lord.

And may the blessings of God Almighty,
the Father, the Son, and the Holy

Spirit be upon you now and remain with
you all.

Amen.

Excuse me.

Are you a relative of Mrs. Phillips?

No, she works for me. Why?

You run the answering service. That's
right.

Who are you?

My name's Clark, Gerald Clark.

I'm the man who killed her son.

Oh.

What do you want?

I know how she must feel about me, and I
don't expect to change that, but I... I

was wondering if there isn't something
that I could do.

To help.

I'm not trying to buy my way out of
this, but... Well, the funeral.

Maybe I could pay for that. I've already
taken care of it.

Then may I share the cost with you?
Well, this isn't necessary. No, she

have to know about it. I wouldn't want
her to, but I would consider it a favor.

Please.

Is it enough?

This is very thoughtful of you.

That's the least I can do, Mr.

Willett. Henry Willett.

I'm glad to know you.

Thanks for letting me help. Forget it.

And don't punish yourself too much about
this.

I knew Jimmy.

His mother's a fine woman, but he wasn't
the angel she likes to think he was.

His death's been very hard on her, sure,
but no matter how you add it up, it was

his own fault.

Eventually, she's going to have to face
that.

Only Mrs. Phillips?

Mr. Clark?

Mr.

Clark, the reason I came here today is
because this morning

when I came to work, Mr. Willett told me
about the money you gave him yesterday.

Oh, I wish he hadn't done that.

Well, I'm glad he did. I'm...

I'm very grateful. Well, it's nothing.
It's nothing at all. I just wanted to

help. Well, you've helped, and it was
most generous.

I, um... I had a long talk with
Lieutenant

Schwartz, and he's trying to make me see
what happened and how Jimmy... Uh,

Mrs. Phillips.

Thank you. I'm trying to come to terms
with it, and I thought maybe perhaps you

might help.

Well, certainly.

Anything, Mrs. Phillips.

I wondered if you'd talk to me.

Anytime,

Mrs. Phillips. Anytime at all.

Now?

Well, I'd like to, but I'm just on a
coffee break.

How about when I get through working

tonight? I'm off at 8 .30.

That will be all right.

Well, where shall we meet?

It doesn't matter.

Somewhere where we might talk.

There's a coffee shop right around the
corner, Al's.

Yes, I know the place, but...

Isn't it rather noisy?

Yes. Well, my place is just a few blocks
from here. Could we meet there?

Yes. Yes, I think that would be fine.
That's 2114 Hope Street, apartment 11.

Apartment 11.

All right. Nine o 'clock? Yes, nine o
'clock will be fine.

Thank you.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

May I take your coat?

Yes, thank you.

Did you have any trouble finding the
place?

No.

The numbers on the mailbox are in
sequence.

But the way they have the apartments
ringed around the swimming pool, it's

pretty easy to miss the one that you're
looking for. You have a lovely

apartment, Mr. Clark.

Well, thank you.

It's comfortable.

May I get you something?

Coffee or a drink? I have some imported
beer. Coffee would be fine.

I won't be a minute.

Mr. Clark.

Yes?

As I told you, I had a long talk with
Lieutenant Schwartz.

Maybe it's too soon to talk about it.

No.

We don't have to.

Yes, we do. I want to.

Whatever you say.

Lieutenant Schwartz explained to me what
happened that night.

And I read Mrs. Gruber's statement.

So I'm not trying to minimize what Jimmy
did.

Mrs. Phillips, there's no point in
blaming Jimmy now.

Oh, what he did was wrong.

Walking into the store with a gun,
scaring people half to death.

That poor old lady, Mrs. Gruber.

Yes.

And you.

You were frightened, too.

Weren't you?

Very.

Because you thought he'd shoot you, kill
you.

That's right.

After Jimmy left the store, you took the
Gruber's gun and followed him.

Yes.

And shot at him.

I shot at the car.

How many times did you shoot?

I don't remember.

The lieutenant said four shots had been
fired.

Then I guess they were.

And that three of them hit Jimmy.

Yes.

After you fired the first shot, why did
you fire the second?

Because all it did was smash the window.

But you just said you were only shooting
at the car.

I meant I was shooting to stop the car.

And after the second shot, did the car
stop?

Yes.

Then why did you fire the third?

Because I was afraid.

That Jimmy didn't fire back at you. But
that didn't mean he wouldn't. I didn't

know his gun was empty.

And even after that, after shooting at
him three times and not having any fire

return, you still walked up to the car
and fired another

shot. Yes, because he might have been
lying there waiting for me.

With an unloaded gun.

But I didn't know that.

And it never occurred to you?

Why should it?

He stuck a gun in my back and he
threatened me.

You don't know what that's like.

You don't know how it feels having a gun
pointed at you.

I had every reason to believe that gun
was loaded.

What would you think?

What would anybody think?

I'm sorry about your son, Mrs. Phillips.

I'm so sorry I can't see straight.

But I don't know what else I can say.

I didn't start this.

I didn't want it to happen.

This gun is loaded, Mr. Clark.

Listen.

You don't know what you're doing.

Don't.

Don't. I didn't know his gun was empty.

I was just frightened.

So are you frightened now?

I was trying to defend myself, that's
all.

What good will it do to kill me?

You'll just ruin your own life.

What will it solve? It won't bring it
back.

You'll be killing me for nothing.

For no reason in the whole world.

I'm not the one who started this trouble
with your son, Mrs. Phillips. He did!

I thought his gun was loaded, I swear
it!

You don't have to be afraid anymore, Mr.
Clark.

I'm not going to kill you.

Goodbye, Mr. Clark.

I told you not to point a gun at me.

realize it's impolite to point, but
Gerald's reaction was a trifle drastic.

I think you too will be glad to know
that he was subsequently apprehended as

emptied his revolver into the figure of
Uncle Sam in an army recruiting poster.

And now I shall be back after this word
from a very prudent gentleman who points

with pride, but only to himself.

That is all we have to offer tonight.

We shall be back next week with more of
the same.

Until then, good night.