All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s07e11 The Right Kind Of Medicine

Good evening, fellow villagers.

I've been promised a chestnut tree, but
it hasn't been delivered yet. The job

came as a result of my answering an ad.

I've got to hear something.

Here we are.

Wanted.

Man with large and sinewy hands.

The muscles of his brawny arms strong as
iron bands.

Hair must be crisp, black.

and long.

His face must be quite tan, no salary
guaranteed.

He earns whate 'er he can.

I found the job very interesting and not
difficult at all. This case, for

example, he doesn't need new shoes. He
needs arch supports.

From this bucolic seat, we move to an
urban setting for tonight's drama.

Lest the contrast be too jarring for
your sensibilities, we present the

following pleasantly incongruous
transition.

All right, all right. Keep back there.
Keep back there. Let's go. We'll get to

you later on. Officer. Yeah, what is it?
I saw the whole thing.

All right, what's your name? I was
just... George Lasseter.

Lasseter. I was just walking down the
street when I saw him turn the corner.

cop was chasing this guy.

This guy takes out his gun, he starts
shooting.

Did you get a look at him?

Oh, yeah.

Well, he fired a couple of shots, and
then he ran down this alley, and the cop

fired after him.

Did he hit him?

I don't know.

The guy must have fired again, because
then I saw the cop fall down.

All right, Mr. Lasseter, you wait right
over here. We're going to need your

help. All right, all right. Keep back
there. Keep back there.

Well, we got a witness anyway.

Says he can describe the killer.

Good.

This is one guy I want, Pete.

You're not the only one.

You just leave that on a few days.

And don't go near your mama's stove.

That's the worst of this neighborhood.
Everybody gets sick at night.

All right, Miguel, that's all. How much,
Doctor?

A dollar. Just leave it on the desk.

Hiya, Doc.

I've got a patient inside, Charlie. Get
rid of him.

Good night, Doctor, and thank you very
much. That's all right, Mrs. Contina.

I'm hurt, Doc.

You've got to fix me up.

You shall have never learned.

Call me first, Charlie. Let me know
you're coming.

It's for your own good.

Well, I didn't have a dime for the
phone, Doctor.

No small change.

Get on the table.

The pain is killing me.

You're lucky the bullet passed through.

I don't feel so lucky. It still hurts.

Can't you do something?

I'll do what I can.

I don't know why I help bums like you.

I had a good practice once.

Lived like a decent human being.

Oh, can the violin music, Doc?

Do you know why you do it?

Because of this.

Hey, take it easy, will you?

If you don't like the treatment, go to
the Mayo Clinic.

It'll hurt. Can't you do something about
the pain?

Of course it hurts.

You've got a mess of torn ligaments
there.

Take it easy. You'll be all right.

Stay off that leg as much as you can.

Oh, you must be kidding.

I've got to get out of town.

What did you do, Charlie? None of your
business.

Give me something for this pain.

You must have something.

You know what I mean.

I don't keep drugs here, Charlie. You
know that.

Every junkie in the neighborhood would
be on my neck if I kept drugs here.

Then what am I supposed to do?

Well, I can write you out a
prescription.

Take one of these if the pain gets
really bad.

Don't take too many if you want to keep
alert.

And I guess you'll have to.

What do I owe you, Doctor?

I leave that up... for you.

Forty bucks. Not bad for an hour's work,
huh, Doc?

Forty dollars can buy an awful lot of
wine.

I'm on the wagon.

Sure you are.

Well,

so long, Doc.

Thanks for everything.

Don't get that prescription filled in
the neighborhood.

No use pressing your luck.

Don't worry about me.

Personally, Mr. Lewis, I wouldn't take
this stuff in a million years.

You wouldn't?

If you ask me, I think it eats holes in
your liver.

But Mrs. Anderson swears by it. You know
how she used to get those terrible

headaches. Mrs. Anderson should stop
prescribing for herself and feel good.

Doctor, that's what I think.

Let me ask you this.

When did Mrs.

Anderson's headache stop?

When she started taking this junk?

Or when her husband left her?

You know something?

You're wrong!

Can I get this prescription, Bill,
please? Just a minute, sir.

Do yourself a favor, Mrs. Lewis. Take
what the doctor says, all right?

All right. If you say so, Vernon.

How much longer, Mr. Fletcher?

In a minute, Vernon. Take care of the
gentleman, meanwhile.

Sir, may I help you?

Yes, I want this filled.

Oh, this is going to take a little
while.

Well, how long? Oh, maybe ten minutes.

Here you are, Vernon, $1 .75.

Can you handle this prescription, Mr.
Fletcher? Of the gentleman?

Yes, sir.

It's a little tight over here.

There you go. You come back and see us
real soon.

Night, Vernon.

Good night.

Won't be too long, sir. Well, look,
could you make that snappy? I'm kind of

hurry. Everybody's in a hurry.

Good evening, this is Vance Harrigan
with the 8 o 'clock edition of your

news brought to you by Lucky Larry's
Better Clothes for the Better Man.

A four -alarm fire swept the downtown
section of the city today, taking the

of an elevator operator and sending two
firefighters to the hospital with smoke

poisoning. The blaze began in a storage
warehouse on Orange Avenue and spread

quickly to the adjoining buildings.

The elevator operator, Walter DeAngelo,
38, was unable to escape the flames that

trapped him in the air shaft.

The fire, which started at 2 .30 this
afternoon, was brought under control in

less than two hours by the heroic
efforts of the fire department.

The two hospitalized men are said to be
in fair condition.

Patrolman Harold Turner of the city
police department was shot and killed

earlier this evening during a wild gun
battle on Wilton Street and 10th Avenue.

Officer Turner, 26, and the father of
three children, was slain while trying

stop the flight of a bandit. who had
just broken into the safe of the Stanton

Jewelry Store on Wilton Street, escaping
with some $1 ,500 in small bills.

A witness to the shooting described the
killer of Officer Turner as five feet...

Say, uh, mister!

What?

Thought you'd be interested in some
after -fave lotion we're running special

today. Oh.

No, I don't use that stuff.

Heck of a buy.

No.

At last seen, he was wearing a tweed
sport coat and a plaid shirt and no tie.

It is possible that he was injured in
the shooting and may seek medical

assistance. The police warn that he's
armed and dangerous.

In sports today, Detroit 4, Kansas 3,
Chicago 8, New York 4. Other games in

American League will be played tonight.
In the National League, Philadelphia 6,

Chicago 8. All other games are scheduled
for tonight.

This is Vance Harrigan for Lucky Larry's
Better Clothes for the Better Man,

closing out the 8 o 'clock edition of
your local news.

Well, how are you, Mr. Grissom? How are
you doing? Oh, not so good, Berman. I

still get this indigestion.

Oh, that's a shame. The pills I gave you
last week didn't help, huh? Oh, they

helped a little, but run clean out of
them. You got any more?

Sure thing.

Can't you hurry up that prescription?

Things take a little while, sir.

I'll sort of fix you up, Mr. Grissom.

I don't know, Vernon. Nothing seems to
really help.

I have a couple of bowls of soup, a
steak, baked potatoes, some rolls, a

a couple of pieces of pie, and... I just
can't eat like you used to.

Well, maybe you ought to cut down on the
food a little, Mr. Grissom.

You don't think you're right, Vernon.

I'm going to cut out that salad.

I'm a... Buck, even?

Don't bother, Rabbit.

Take care of yourself now, Mr. Grissom.

Hey, look, it's way past ten minutes
now.

I'll go check.

Mr. Fletcher, how long on that
prescription?

Now, don't rush me, Vernon. I've told
you a thousand times I don't like to be

rushed.

Think you could come back a little
later? No, I can't come back.

Look, maybe you could deliver it to me.

I just live a couple of blocks from
here, 304 West Adams Street.

That's Mrs. McGurney.

What's the matter? No, I don't think we
can make any more deliveries tonight.

We're all alone in the store here, and
somebody's got to take care of the

customers.

Mr. Fletcher, the gentleman's in an
awful hurry.

All right, all right.

Hiya, Tommy.

How's that cough?

Rotten. You got anything good?

Sure thing. Here's what I use myself.

Take a teaspoon every three hours ought
to fix you right up. Okay, I'll try it.

I guess you heard about the shooting on
Wilton Street, huh? Yeah, I heard about

it, all right.

Terrible. You guys have a very dangerous
job. If it isn't killers, it's

bronchitis. It's a dollar even.

Take care of yourself now.

So long, Vernon. Good night.

gentlemen four dollars and fifty cents
four dollars and fifty cents one capsule

is needed not to exceed three and not to
exceed three and twenty four hours i'll

wrap this for you no just give me the
pills thanks well hey you you forgot

about it, Mr. Lasseter?

I'm looking, Lieutenant. I'm looking. It
isn't easy.

I mean, all those faces.

Just don't skip any.

I'm doing the best I can.

I'm sorry, but this is important to us.

Maybe you can understand that once a cop
killer gets away with it, it makes

every crook in town feel braver.

Nobody's faith then.

It's him. Yeah.

It's the man. It's him. I swear it.

Charlie Marks, alias Charlie Grant.

Arrested 1951, armed robbery.

Sentenced two years.

Arrested 1954, armed robbery.

Sentenced ten years.

Parole 1961.

Reynolds. Yes, sir.

Get me the parole records on Charlie
Marks.

Number 360483.

Find out his current address and get
squad cars there as fast as you can.

Thank you very much, Mr. Lasseter.

Been a great help.

Glad to do it, Lieutenant.

It's the Intermountain bus.

When does the next bus leave for
Middleton?

When? When?

1140... 1145. Well, if I come right down
to the terminal, can I pick up the

ticket?

Okay, thanks.

Sergeant. Well, he's still breathing.

It's awful.

Awful. Who would do such a thing to
Vernon?

We know who did it all right. A man
named Charlie Marks lives upstairs here

the second floor.

He's the man who shot Harry Turner, a
policeman attached to the precinct. Why

would he shoot Vernon?

I thought maybe you could tell us that.

What was Vernon doing here? Making a
delivery?

It's my fault. All my fault.

What is?

I sent for Vernon here because I made a
mistake.

An awful mistake.

I'm always so careful. You've got to
believe that.

I've been a pharmacist for 36 years.

But I made a mistake in the
prescription.

I gave the man a poison.

A terrible poison.

If he takes one of those capsules, he'll
die.

I sent Vernon here to find him. To warn
him.

Okay, Mr. Fletcher.

You've got to find that man.

You've got to find that man.

Sure, sure. We'll find him.

Sooner or later.

You got to warn him.

Don't worry about it, Pop.

Just don't worry.

There

is

a group of men in this country, members
of a noble profession.

who each day go about their work quietly
and efficiently.

Merely because this program shows one of
these men blundering is not meant as a

condemnation of the whole group.

What Charlie did was inexcusable, but we
certainly do not imply that all

criminals would make the same mistake.

And now a brief advertisement, after
which I shall return.

I must say, horseshoes are very chic yet
sensible this year. Open -toed flats.

Now, until next week, good night.