All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s07e15 The Door Without A Key

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I have just been competing in a six -day
bicycle race.

I'm quite proud to say I finished first.

I quit after five minutes.

Fortunately, the bicycle seems to have
been invented by some realist who knew

how often he would have to push it.

For those of you who do not care to
watch bicycling, we have a pageant

by a group of traveling players.

But first, this solo from a strolling
troubadour.

Okay, Sergeant, I guess that does it.

It's all yours.

Yes?

Is there something we can do for you?

I don't know. I hope so.

What's your trouble?

Well, a rather startling thing just
happened to me.

I found myself walking on the street
just a few blocks from here.

I hailed a taxi to...

take me to where I wanted to go. And
when I started to tell the driver, I

suddenly found I didn't know where I
wanted to go or where I was or how I got

there.

I didn't know who I was.

I seemed to have forgotten everything.

Amnesia. City hospital.

Right.

You look in your pockets for
identification, I mean.

Driver's license, wallet, letters.

Right. I looked. There was nothing.

No money?

Nothing. He's not a vagrant, Lieutenant.

Not with those clothes.

Well, let City Hospital worry about it.
That's their problem.

Officer, what will they do with me?

Oh, don't worry about it.

They've had a great deal of experience
in cases like yours. You'll be in good

hands. Just do what they want you to do
and everything will be all right.

Will it?

Sure.

Sergeant, have them send a wagon for
him. He can't spare a car on Saturday

night. All right.

Line's busy.

Looks like they're getting a head start
on us tonight.

I'll keep trying.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Well, young man, what can we do for you?

Is this the place you're supposed to
come when you're lost?

Yes.

Well, I mean, where do you live?

Well, no place exactly.

That is the sort of travel around.

We? Who is we?

Me and my dad.

Well, what's your dad's name?

Same as mine, Michael Holland.

And everybody calls me Mickey.

Well, Mickey, where can we find your
father? I mean, where can we reach him?

I don't know.

Where did you lose him?

I mean, where did he lose you?

Well, we were riding in the car.

And I was sleeping in the back seat.

And he stopped for gas, and I was
thirsty.

So I got out for a drink of water.

And when I came back, he was gone.

I guess he didn't see me get out and
thought I was still sleeping in the back

seat. And he just drove away without me.

Well, Mickey, we can send out an alarm
for him and have him stop.

What kind of a car is it? I mean, what
color? What license number?

Well, it's kind of dark colored.

Blue or black.

That's all I know.

We just got it.

Well, I guess we can't pick him up on
that.

We'll have to wait till he misses you
and reports you lost.

But in the meantime, we're going to put
you someplace where they take real good

care of you.

Juvenile hall.

Right.

Well, if I don't see you before, I'll
see you tomorrow.

Good night.

All right, Lieutenant.

The thoughts are short. Police
headquarters.

We've got a lost child here. Can you
pick him up?

No, I'm afraid we can't send a police
car.

Okay, I'll hold him till you raise some
transportation.

Oh, wait a minute.

I've got an amnesia case here for the
city hospital. Maybe your driver can

him off. It's on the way.

Right.

Oh, come on. Cheer up.

It's not like you're being sent to jail.
You're going somewhere where they can

do you some good, both of you.

I hope so.

Sure.

Can I sit down? I'm kind of tired.

Sure, take the load off your feet, both
of you. But not there.

These are more comfortable.

Right through this gate.

There you are, gentlemen.

Just make yourselves at home.

Come on. Come on now, Maggie.

Just one drink.

We'll give you a drink.

Is she drunk?

All right, come on. I'm afraid so.

Look, just let me go, huh?

I'll go straight home. That's it. I
promise.

Like you promised the last time and then
went straight back to Dunnigan's Bar.

No, no, no, no. This time I will.

Sure you will.

I'm going to see to that. Take her home.
No. If he takes me home, all the

neighbors are going to see him, right?

And Lizzie says... if a cop ever takes
me home again.

All right, Maggie.

Tell you what I'll do. I'll call Lizzie
and have her come down and pick you up

herself.

Okay, Perry, I'll handle it. You go back
to work.

Yeah.

Is that a horse?

It's a policeman's helmet.

The kind they used to wear a long time
ago.

Hey, that's one thing you remember.

Hmm?

Not bad for a starter.

What else do you remember?

It's all right, sir. You just let it
come by itself.

Yeah, this is Sergeant Shaw at police
headquarters.

We've got your sister down here. You
want to come and pick her up?

Don't worry, I won't let her get away.

And take your time. There's no rush.

We never close.

your name, huh?

Mickey.

Mickey. Oh, that's a pretty name for a
boy.

Pretty? Yeah.

I think it's beautiful, don't you?

No. Sal, Sergeant Shaw.

Send over about six coffees and say,

how about some food, you two? You
hungry?

Well... I bet you could force yourself.

How about you, sir? I bet you don't
remember the last time you ate.

No, but I don't feel very hungry.

Yeah, but I bet you could force yourself
to.

Sal, make it about four hamburgers and a
bottle of pop. That should

do it.

Boy, I ought to get lost more often.

You know what?

If I had a kid like you, I'd never lose
him.

Would you like to be my little boy? I
just...

Hug you and kiss you. Keep away from me.

Okay, Maggie, come on. Now leave alone.

I was only going to love. I know. I
wasn't going to.

You just sit down. I wasn't going to. I
was just a lost kid, Maggie.

Mickey, tell me, where was your dad
headed? What town?

I don't know.

Well, didn't he say?

I can't remember.

I'd tell you if I did. Honest.

around the country with his dad?

Yeah, sure is.

What does he do?

He's an engineer.

He builds bridges, dams, big things like
that.

Sounds exciting.

With all that time outdoors, you must
have plenty of chances for hunting and

fishing. Do you like to fish?

I remember I did when I was a little
boy.

Yes, there was a stream.

On my father's farm. There weren't too
many fish in it.

And I hardly ever caught any.

My father used to laugh at me for
wasting my time.

But my mother didn't.

She said that hope was a wonderful
thing.

And that fishing wasn't just a matter of
catching fish.

My mom's dead.

I don't even remember her.

I'm sorry, Mickey.

My mother died, too, when I was a little
boy.

I thought you couldn't remember
anything.

Hmm? Why, bless my soul.

Yes, I am remembering, aren't I?

Yes, there was a farm.

Perhaps there still is.

It's all so vague.

When was it?

Oh, you're not a farmer now.

Not with those hands.

Must have been a long time ago.

Yes, it must have been a long time ago.

There was a marshland with ducks in it,
and one hawk in particular.

I called him Bloody Sam. He used to prey
on the ducklings. He'd come swooping

down, and he'd pick up a duck, and he'd
fly away.

And he'd come back soon, very soon, for
another duckling.

Why didn't you get a gun and shoot him?

I was too young for a gun.

I asked my father to kill the hawk, but
he said that the hawk was only doing

what he had to do in order to live.

Besides, he made out for the rats and
the mice.

I should have done something.

Didn't seem to be anything I could do.

The hawk would swoop, the ducks would
quack wildly, and the hawk would fly

with his dinner in his claws.

You know, Mickey, I think that hawk,
Taught me a great deal about life.

What?

Well, if the ducks had been as strong or
stronger than the hawk, he wouldn't

touch them.

And I knew if I didn't want to get hurt,
I'd have to be big and strong.

Well, you're not very big. For a grown
-up, are you strong?

There are different kinds of strength.

Money and position.

Money and position. Yes. I went after
them, and I achieved them.

How?

Hmm?

How?

Oh, I don't remember. I don't remember.

Hi, Sarge. Who's all this for?

My hungry friends over there.

Here you are, man.

This may be your last meal, so eat
hearty.

Last meal?

In this place, you never know.

He's just teasing.

Sure I am.

Don't let me spoil your appetite.

Take the money out of Callahan.

Right.

Thank you, Callahan.

Do you mind explaining, Sergeant?

Oh,

you mean about Callahan?

Well, I'll tell you, he was the cop that
used to belong to that helmet.

When he was alive, he'd always pass it
around for some worthy cause.

So when he went on, it only seemed right
to leave the helmet there and, well,

you know, carry on the good work.

We all contribute.

Whatever's in it is a special fund for
cases like this.

Hey, what about our sickles? They leave
them out here.

I suppose they get stolen.

Outside the police station?

So what's so special about a police
station?

You are about to find out. Okay, let's
go inside.

Okay, let's go.

Look, we didn't break any laws. We
didn't do nothing.

No, we were just riding through. Yeah,
and then this joker grabs us. What kind

of a town you got here, anyway?

They were coming from Mayfield.

Mayfield, huh?

What were you doing there?

You see, there's a rally there, Dad.

I'm not your dad.

And I know there's a rally there.

I also know there's been quite a bit of
shenanigans going on.

Yeah, well, it got a little too rough
for us, man. That's why we, like, cut

you know.

You sure you didn't cut out one step
ahead of the police?

I know. No, they're not after us.

All right, let me see your
identifications.

Oh, boy, they call this a free country.

Absolutely free.

Until you break a law.

Yeah, well, we didn't break no law.

Are they gangsters?

Hi, Lieutenant. This is Sergeant Shaw at
Farmingham.

We just picked up three motorcyclists
coming from your way.

The names are Stewie Sims, Larry Rowan,
and Marty... That's a female,

Lieutenant. M -A -R -T -I.

Thomas.

You want him for anything?

I see.

Okay, I'll hold him while I hear from
you.

Right.

Can you spare some of that coffee?

Of course, yes.

How about you people? Would you care for
some? There's plenty of it.

Sure, why not?

Thanks,

kid.

Can your motorcycles go very fast?

Yeah, they go fast.

Say, you want a ride?

Oh, boy, now?

Well... I can't go either.

What are you in for?

I'm lost.

And, uh, what's your rap?

Rap, oh, amnesia.

Amnesia, sounds like a cold.

Yeah, we should wear.

Well, did you get hit on the head or
something?

I don't know.

Sergeant Shaw, police headquarters.

Oh, hi, Lieutenant.

I see.

Thanks a lot.

Okay, you three, you're off the hook.

So long, kid.

So long.

See you, Sergeant.

I'm sorry you had to wait this long.

Oh, that's all right, Sergeant. This is
very interesting. Yeah,

we've got all kinds here.

Drunks, delinquents, good ones, bad
ones, thieves.

Thieves and liars.

No.

Lying is stealing in a way.

No liar steals the truth.

And causes trouble for those who believe
and act on what he tells them.

You... You think I'm lying?

Well, I am.

My dad didn't drive away like I said.

He's no engineer.

He just does odd jobs.

Working on roads, picking fruit.

Things like that.

But we got along pretty good.

Till I met this... Well, her name's
Diane.

She didn't like me much.

Said I was always in the way.

And I guess he liked her more than me.

Cause tonight, when we were passing
through, she said, why don't you put me

home for kids?

So he stopped the car and from the
police station and told me to get out

said they'd take care of me so he could
come back for me someday.

But I don't want him to come back. I
don't care if he never comes back.

If he doesn't want me, I don't want him.

That's all right, Mickey.

Maybe he'll come back when he's had time
to think it over.

I want to go to a hospital.

I want to go where I belong.

Be with people I belong to. My family
and my friends.

If I haven't him, I don't know.

I'm your friend.

Thank you, Mickey.

That makes me feel better.

Sure. You remind me of another boy.

Long time ago.

My boy and Madge's.

Madge?

Your wife?

Madge. My wife.

She's gone.

Gone?

Oh, that's, uh... That's all I remember.

That's all I remember.

Well, that's too bad.

I guess you've had it. I'm not fooling
around anymore.

What do you mean?

I mean I'm not wasting time and money
sending you to a hospital.

I'm booking you as a vagrant and locking
you up.

Locking him up? What did he do?

I'll get to you in a minute.

I heard what you told him. I don't like
liars either, and I'll take care of you.

The devil you will. And who's going to
stop me? I will. And who do you think

are? I'm Leonard Eldridge. That's who
I... Hello, Mr. Eldridge.

I've heard of you.

I guess everybody in this state has
heard of Leonard Eldridge.

I'm Leonard Eldridge.

Leonard Eldridge.

Tell me, Mr. Eldridge, what are you
doing so far from home?

You live way over in Hartdale in that
big house overlooking the river. Yes,

great big house.

That great big empty house with all
those people, none of whom mean anything

me. All those people, servants,
employees. His only interest in me is my

But nobody anymore.

Who cares for me.

That's why I left.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I... I went looking for someone.

For... For something.

I don't know.

Madge?

She died.

And my boy, our boy, he died too.

In the war. And after that, there was no
one, no one, no one in the world.

I know.

Like someone driving away and leaving me
there all alone.

Tell me, Mr. Eldridge, shall I call your
house and have them send a car for you?

Yeah, thank you, Sergeant.

What about the boy?

Well, does he have to go to that home?

I'm afraid so.

Unless there's...

Someplace else for him to go.

I have a place.

Lots of room. Too much room for just one
old man. But if there was a boy in it,

why, that would be just right. What
about it, Mickey?

You mean you want me?

Well, you said you were my friend.

And if friends stick together, they
can't get lost, can they?

No, sir.

Is that all right, Sergeant? All right,
I think it's fine. We'll work out the

legal arrangements later.

Come on, son, let's go.

Oh, and Sergeant,

We won't wait for the car. We'll take a
taxi.

And thank you, Sergeant.

Good night.

But you're too late.

Too late?

Yeah.

Better luck next time.

Those two got away.

I want to apologize for the lack of
bloodshed on tonight's program.

We shall try to do better next time.

However... If all you wish is something
to make your blood run cold, we have

commercials to do that.

Here is one of them, after which I shall
again pedal into view.

I have abandoned my bicycle.

I find the job can be done much better
by hand.

Next week we shall be back again with
another program based on authentic

taken from the files.

of America's best television writers.

Good night.