All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s06e37 Make My Death Bed

Good evening, fellow creatures.

This evening we are making a daring
experiment.

We shall present a blank screen and let
your imagination fill in the picture.

Since I have no idea what you are
thinking, I have no idea what you are

I understand a good many men watch our
show.

Of course, I'm sure their wives
occasionally peek in from the kitchen.

But when they see the show hasn't begun,
they return to their work.

I'm afraid our experiment may be getting
out of hand.

I shall ask our sponsor to fill the
screen with his own wholesome,

thoughts. This is especially designed
for those of you with nothing at all on

your mind.

In a chair, all by himself on New Year's
Eve?

Do you have any suggestions?

I believe in two -fisted drinking, one
in each hand. Here, you take one.

Thank you.

Is this the best you can do?

Seems to me a girl would be more fun
right now.

Oh, she would, she would.

But I got a wife sitting up there.

In Scarlet Town, where I was born, there
was a fair

maid dwellin', made every youth cry well
a day.

Her name was Barbara Allen, all in the
merry

month of May.

I just love to hear Biff sing.

I guess that's why I married him.

What's the name of that song?

Barbara Allen.

Ted, how about a refill? Oh, sure, Doc.
I'll get it for you.

You know, Bob, it isn't very often we
get you and Della out to parties. You

leave him alone.

He's having a good time.

There are going to be no babies born
tonight, so far as we know.

Don't be too sure.

Spoilsport. Hey, listen, isn't anybody
going to drive my goulash? I've been

chained to a hot stove all day.

I bet Bob would like it better than he
does mine.

You want some?

Yeah.

Jackie? Hmm? How about trying some of
Ken's goulash?

Yeah, sure.

You know, I never met Bish Darby before.

He certainly seems to be in love with
the sound of his own voice, doesn't he?

What's he do?

He's a farm equipment salesman. I
transferred up here about two months

He seems to be quite a salesman, all
right.

Is it true what they say about Dixie?

Well, I don't know Dixie, but I'm sure
willing to try.

Hey, it's almost the new year.

Couldn't be any worse than the old one,
that's for sure.

I better go and get my wife.

Happy New Year, everybody. It's 12 o
'clock.

Happy New Year, darling.

Okay.

Now, I'm on my way.

Mrs. Powell, she's in labor. Two weeks
early.

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Happy New Year, darling. Happy New Year.

You mean you don't play golf, ma 'am?

No. Oh, you don't know what you're
missing.

Oh, all that walking after a little
ball.

It's not just a little ball that you're
walking after. It's business.

What do you mean?

You want to join a country club, sell
some of those plows, huh? Well, you

already got me in the line.

Now, sweetheart, you listen to Ken.

Well, honey, I heard him. I heard him.

After all, I did buy that house on his
recommendation, didn't I? That's a good

investment. You'll see.

Darling, we're...

Out of cigarettes, I think I'll pop down
to the cross and get some.

Bish, would you mind moving your car
from the driveway? It's blocking mine.

No, not at all.

I'll be right back.

Bye -bye, Bish. Bye -bye.

Ken?

Ken, you sure have been a great help to
us.

Bish and I were so out of things, and if
it hadn't been for you and Elise, we

never would have been accepted.

Oh, it wasn't us. It was Bish's guitar
and his husky baritone voice that opened

it.

Door.

My goodness.

Elise is so pretty.

Plenty of cigarettes here. She didn't
have to go.

Well, maybe she didn't want to run too
low.

Your car is gone. I guess Bish drove her
down.

Yes.

Well, they'll be back soon.

Now, what am I going to do with this?

Can I help? No, it's all right, honey. I
can manage, thank you. I guess you

really are leaving tomorrow, aren't you?
I certainly am, honey. And I need

another week to get ready in, too.

It seems a shame to be leaving with the
weather just getting nice. Yes, but I

promised the children that they could
visit their grandmother during the

vacation. Will Vic join you later?

Yes. Yes, he can't right now. He's too
busy.

Mommy, Mommy, is the train ready?

No, baby, not yet, but it will be
tomorrow.

Ah, Maddie, see?

I told you. She would believe me. I
believe you both. Come give Auntie Elise

big hug.

Maddie's only... their baby. She doesn't
understand about trains. You do,

though. You're a big boy. You better
keep an eye on your little sister.

Yes, Bo. You do that for Mommy, huh?
Now, out with you, both of you. Okay.

to play.

That's right.

I'm never going to finish this packing.

I've got to be leaving, too. Oh, don't
run off. Oh, I must.

You know, there is something you can do
for me, honey. For anything.

It's about Bish.

Yes. Well, I sure would appreciate it if
you'd keep your eye on him for me while

I'm gone. Just see that he eats properly
and sticks to his diet.

Diet? He's on a diet. Don't tell me. Oh,
yes.

He doesn't take it very seriously, but
he should. He starts to put on a little

weight, and before you know it... What
can I do?

Well, just keep after him. It's really a
very simple diet. Tell me what it is,

and I'll nag him to death.

It's just lean meat and no potatoes and
no bread and no desserts and just

saccharine in his coffee.

Station tomorrow.

I don't know. That's all right, honey.
Best you will. I'll come see you out.

don't bother. Have a good trip. I'll see
you when you get back.

Yes, honey.

I will.

I sure will.

Father, oh, Father, come dig my grave.

I'll dig it long and narrow.

Sweet William died for me today.

I'll die for him.

They buried him in the old churchyard.

They buried her beside him.

Through William's heart grew a red, red
rose.

Through Barbara's grew a briar.

Where'd you ever learn to play the
guitar?

Oh, I never took any lessons. I just
sort of started picking at the strings.

Uh, that was yourself, huh?

Play some more.

Oh, give me a chance to get my breath.

That was a big supper we just had.

No one would ever guess you were on a
diet.

Well, I'm not. I'm supposed to be, but I
just can't seem to get around to it.

Who told you, anyway?

Jackie.

Well, have you heard from her yet?

Yeah, yeah.

I got a wire from her yesterday.

She's at her folks' place.

Oh, I promised Jackie I'd help keep you
slim. Now, where's that saccharin?

Well, there's no use. I'll just forget
it anyway.

I won't let you forget.

How about a brandy, everyone?

Not me.

No, no, thank you.

I'll take one.

All right.

Ken sure missed a great dinner.

Well, he'd never miss a junior Chamber
of Commerce meeting.

You know, he's been after me to join.

I just might do that.

Be good business.

Business, that's all men ever think
about.

Is that so bad?

Well, let's just say it's not.

Stimulating. I have a theory.

Men should make money, put it in their
wives' checking accounts, and then

about it.

It's a good thing you're not married to
a doctor.

Speaking of doctors, I'm reminded that I
work 24 hours a day.

It's getting late, honey.

Okay. I'd better go home.

Yeah. I hate to run, but if I should get
a call, that fog's going to really slow

us up getting back to town. Don't get
up. We had a lovely dinner. Oh, I'm glad

you came.

Thanks. Bye.

Good night, Elaine.

Bye, good night.

Hello? Yes, this is Dr. Hudson's
residence.

This is his wife. I'll take a message.

What?

Oh, no. Where?

Yes.

Yes, he'll be over right away.

Bob. Bob, wake up.

Who was it? That was the sheriff.

They want you to go to the Taylor place
right away.

Ken Taylor just shot and killed Bish
Darby.

I guess there's nothing more we can do,
I'm told.

Doc arrives.

Hi, uh, Doc, Della?

What? Yes.

Let... Yeah, I guess so.

Hello, Della.

You do have a cigarette on you. Everyone
here seems to have run out.

Thank you. How about some coffee?

I'm going to have some.

Well, there's some on the bar from
dinner.

I walked in.

I walked right in.

I'll drink this.

It'll make you feel better.

I can't drink coffee without sugar.

I'll get some.

Oh, don't bother. I'll use this.

They won't do anything to Ken, will
they? I don't know.

It was all my fault, I'll say so.

It's rather late now.

Jackie, I... I feel so sorry for her.

Poor little Jackie.

What did she ever do to deserve this?

It was hardly worth it.

I thought I'd die if I couldn't have
him.

But it was hardly worth it.

Jackie and the kids without Bish.

The world without Bish.

The guitar without Bish.

I sure fouled this one up, didn't I?

Of course, it was the original mistake.

My mistake in thinking Ken would put up
with anything from me.

Is that why you married him?

Yes.

I could have had almost anyone in
Belfont.

Your Bob, for instance.

But I didn't want him.

Only Bish.

Oh, Della, just look at me.

Tell me, was I meant for just one man
and one life?

Was I meant to be dedicated to the gods
of Belfont respectability? You could

have gotten out of Belfont.

Ish was the only one.

The only one since I was married.

The only one I was serious about.

I guess the gods of Belfont
respectability weren't working for Bish

when they sent them here.

Stella.

Let's see you in a moment, please.

How's she taking it?

She's all right.

Do you think you should call Jackie?

No, I think you better call her. Not me.

I'm sure she'll let her best friend do
it.

I feel so odd all the time.

Odd.

I'll get Bob to give you something.

No.

No, don't bother.

I'll just lie down here for a while.

Where did Ken get the gondola?

How long do you suppose he's had it?

I don't know.

Ken walked in. He just stood there. Then
he said, I've waited long enough, but

I've got you now.

And then he just took out the gun.

I try not to think about it.

We ate steak for dinner because Bish is
dieting.

He always diets when he thinks he's
putting on a little weight.

Jackie and I laughed about it.

Bish is dead, and I'm talking about him
as if he isn't.

With Ken's coming back, they did it.

I forgot about the Jaycees letting their
meetings out early on foggy night.

It... It was the fog.

They always come home early when it's
foggy.

So many of them live on the lake.

You're talking too much.

Now try and get some rest.

You gonna call Jackie for me, hon?

I couldn't. I'd make such a mess of it.

Look, if you knew about Fish and Elise,
why didn't you at least try to warn

Jackie? I hadn't seen her for ages.

Besides, she knew.

I guess I should have tried.

You think it would have helped?

Well, an unfaithful husband is better
than a dead one.

Come on, Ken.

We're going downtown now.

Finished with the report yet, Doc?

No, just the preliminary.

What about Mrs. Taylor?

Can we get hold of her family?

I don't think they're likely to show up.

Well, doesn't she have any friends she
can go to? None that I know of.

Can you stay with her just for tonight?

Looks like she's in a pretty bad state
of shock.

There's no one else to do it, is there?

Good night, Doc. See you in the morning.

Good night, Clint.

Might as well call Jackie now.

I'd like to place a long -distance
telephone call on Hunterville,

That's good.

Just a minute.

Hon, do you happen to know Jackie's name
before she was married?

Uh, parents' name?

I don't know. I don't think I ever knew.
Her name is Bliss.

Her father's name is Beauregard Bliss.

Elise, you're drinking too much coffee.

What you need is sleep.

Beauregard Bliss.

That's right, operator.

Oh, operator.

When you get the Bliss residence, I'd
like to talk to a Mrs. Bishop Darby.

Darby, yeah.

That's her.

All right, I'll hold on, operator.

I feel awful.

I'm going to stay with you tonight.

Thank you.

I keep thinking of that song Bish used
to sing.

Barbara Allen. Do you know her? Yes, I
know her.

When he was dead and laid in grave Her
heart was

struck with sorrow Oh, mother, mother,
make

my bed For I shall die tomorrow

Oh, mother, mother, make my bed

Oh, make it long and narrow.

Sweet William died for me today.

Mrs. Darby?

Jackie? Jackie, this is Bob Hudson.

Hello, Bob.

I'm afraid I have bad news for you,
Jackie.

It's Bish.

He's dead.

What was that?

I said, you want me to give myself up to
the authorities here?

Or should I come back there?

But Jackie, I'm afraid you don't
understand.

I mean, who should arrest me?

I'm trying to tell you that Bish has
been killed.

He was shot.

It was... Ken.

It was Ken.

Jackie, do you mind if I speak to your
mother or your father, please?

If Ken shot Bish, there's something that
you'd better do.

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

You'd better do something about that
saccharine.

Saccharin.

Yes.

The saccharin that I left for Bish.

It was poison.

Bob!

She's dead.

Oh, well, we all make mistakes. Poor
Jackie Darby had no way of telling that

rival shared her husband's diet.

Now, here's another commercial after
which I shall return.

Some of you have inquired about the
small bullet holes in the commercial you

have just witnessed.

This should explain.

The preceding film was selected and
shown to the armed forces.

Actually, it was nothing.

30 caliber and under.

But next time, we hope to persuade the
sponsor to make a personal appearance

instead. Now, until next week, good
night.