All language subtitles for Hitchcock s02e01 A Home Away From Home

Good evening.

I thought Friday would never come.

I'm not here, by the way, as a result of
a shipwreck.

It was a misunderstanding, something to
do with our ship being overweight.

I understand the pirates once buried
their treasure on this island.

I've been digging, and if this is true,
they spent most of their time burying

water.

Actually, it's rather nice here. We have
sports, particularly swimming, when the

tide comes in. I may not have said that
correctly.

To be truthful, it's touch and go as to
whether the tide comes in or the island

goes out.

This evening's drama is appropriately
entitled A Home Away From Home.

In it, a young lady finds herself in a
world she never made nor quite

understands.

It follows the following.

Oh, and here I am with one of old Fred
Carno's troops touring the provinces.

Coo, that was a long time ago.

I'll recognize you immediately.

Aren't you the flatterer, Doctor?

And don't I love it?

Oh, here's one you won't recognize.

Charlie Chaplin's understudy, Arthur
Stanley Jefferson.

Later on, he changed his name to Stan
Laurel.

You knew them all, didn't you? Worked
with the best I did.

George Robey, Nipper Lane.

Never a star myself.

But always a quick study.

Always reliable I were for 40 years.

Well, it's all over now.

All over.

You shouldn't mourn the past, Mrs.
Sanders.

Celebrate the present.

How are you feeling now?

Oh, I feel fine, Doctor, just fine.

I always feel good talking to you.

Well, that's what I'm here for.

Yes, I know.

But what am I here for?

There's nothing wrong with me.

It's that Dr. Norton, isn't it?

Now, Mrs. Saunders, you must try to
understand.

Oh, I understand all right.

Just because I'm getting older, he
thinks I should be shut up.

Oh, come now, isn't that bad?

You have the freedom of the house.

Room to yourself?

Bars on the windows.

Bars for me, what's toward the old wide
world.

I'm a trooper, I am.

There's plenty of show folk in
television right now older than I am.

I could have an old brand new career, I
could.

Someone to see you, Doctor.

I'll be right there.

Well, Terry, you must excuse me.

Please.

Perhaps you could talk to Dr.

Norton for me.

Well, he does make the decisions, you
know. But you're a doctor, too. You

make him understand.

Just tell him the truth.

Tell him I'm as fine as you are.

Isn't that right, Andrew?

Isn't it?

Quite right, Mrs. Sanders.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, Doctor.

Howard.

Hello, darling.

I got your letter.

Good. You said there was something
important.

Yes. Please sit down.

I'm sorry I can't ask you to join me
over here, but there are rules, you

Of course.

You've got to avoid confusion.

If we allowed the visitors to mix with
the patients, we'd never get them sorted

out again.

Howard, really?

Oh, that's the truth.

Don't forget, you're talking to a doctor
now.

Do you know the one thing that really
separates the same from the mentally

disturbed in our society?

This net.

That's all a net.

Bars, a wall, some physical barrier.

Psychologically, up here, there's very
little difference.

Please, let's not talk about that. You
know what Dr. Norton says?

Of course.

And why shouldn't he say it?

Look at him, living like a king on this
estate, with me here to do the real job

for him.

You? Yes, didn't you know that?

I make the rounds with him every day.

I keep my own case histories.

Why, I spend more time with inmates than
he does.

But you're a patient yourself.

Yes, I know.

And Norton's an old fogey.

But he still knows a good thing when he
sees it.

That's why he keeps me here.

I do his work for him.

You came here because you were ill.

Yes, that's right.

I kept up that killing schedule and
working on the book night after night.

At the time, what I really needed was
this.

Rest. The best therapy in the world.

Well, it did the job for me, and now I'm
ready to go back to work again.

You're quite sure?

Well, look at me.

Do I appear to be ill, as you so
politely put it?

No.

Do I sound disturbed?

Have I said or done anything irrational?

Darling, of course not.

Then for the love of all that's holy,
get me out of here.

I'm not paranoid.

I know Dr. Norton is not plotting
against me.

It's just that he's weak.

And he makes excuses and takes advantage
of the situation for his own benefit.

Oh, darling, please help me.

What do you want me to do?

Talk to him.

Get him to approve a discharge.

And if he says no?

Then go to an attorney.

I can be released in your custody. After
all, you are my wife.

Howard.

I'm sorry, Doctor. Visiting time is
over.

All right.

But my wife wants to talk to Dr. Norton
before she leaves. You can wait in his

office.

Darling, you will tell him.

Don't worry.

Ah. Doctor, how is he?

How did he appear to you?

Well, he...

He seemed very articulate.

Yes, I am aware of that.

He wants to go home, of course.

Very much.

And all his arguments are extremely
sensible, aren't they? Yes.

What else?

He still doesn't seem to realize.

You see, it is what I told you. There
are areas of disorientation.

But he seems so normal otherwise.

Well, of course, it's quite natural that
you would want to defend him, but he's

not under attack here.

And I'm doing my best to help him.

These things take time.

You come back in about a month, and I
hope I'll have some better news for you.

There's no possibility of his being
discharged soon.

I'm sorry. I'm very much afraid he's
going to be with us for some

time.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Good evening, Dr. Norton.

How long were you outside there?

It seems your patients are never quite
ready to go home, are they, Doctor?

Not as long as their families are
willing to keep on paying a thousand a

for all this wonderful personal
attention.

I refuse to discuss the matter any
further.

There is nothing to discuss.

What are you doing here? Give me my cap.
Doctor, there's no reason to become

upset. You know I can't see without
them. I don't want you to see.

You're going to discharge me.

I'm walking out of here free man right
now, tonight.

That's impossible and you know it.

Yes, I suppose it is really.

Because even if I forced you to sign the
papers, You'd get word to the outside

authorities, wouldn't you?

Well, I'd have to. You know that. Now,
let's stop playing games.

The game is over.

Furnick?

Hello? Dr. Norton's residence?

May I speak to the doctor, please?

This is he.

Natalie?

Natalie who?

Natalie Rivers.

Oh, really, Uncle Jerry? Just because
we've never met face to face is no

not to recognize your own niece.

Didn't you get my last letter?

Well, I mailed it from Los Angeles last
Monday.

I wanted you to know I was coming.

Coming? Coming here?

Where are you now?

It's a filling station just outside of
town.

They say it's only a 20 -minute drive.

I'm on my way to Lake Louise for my
vacation, but I thought since I was so

that I'd stop in for the night.

If you have room for me.

Certainly. Overnight will be fine.

I've been wanting to meet you ever since
our correspondence.

You know, with Mom and Dad gone, you're
my only relative.

You come right ahead. I'm sure you'll
find it most comfortable.

Like a home away from home.

Isn't it exciting? The Major insisted on
coming by to tell you the news. Quite.

Everyone's been informed.

I just can't seem to get it through my
head.

Well, it's perfectly simple, really.

Dr. Fennick told me himself.

Old Norton's done a bunk.

Just a short vacation, the way I
understand it. I hope it doesn't upset

dear lady.

The Dr. Norton's gone away?

Oh, good riddance, I like to say.

But to think he'd leave Dr. Fennick in
charge.

I don't see why not.

Personally, I think Dr.

Fennick knows everything. so much more
about medicine. We all agree on that.

Hear, hear.

Yes, but doesn't it seem strange that
he'd leave a patient in charge?

Hmm. I don't see why.

Everyone here trusts Dr. Fennec. At
least I do.

If you ask me, the chap's perfectly
sound.

Shouldn't have been a patient in the
first place.

Neither should I.

Perhaps he'll let me go home now.

I dare say he has plans.

Wouldn't you like to come down, dear?

Oh, I would very much, but I don't dare.

You know, my condition.

Yes, of course, we understand.

Well, Major, we'd better be running
along.

Right.

We'll keep you informed, dear.

I'd better go give Martha a push.

This is the first time she's been in a
kitchen since her last husband died.

Nice old girl, isn't she? Oh, yeah.

By the way, just what exactly is her
condition?

All right, Nicky, you can start taking
up the trays now.

You mean I gotta climb all those stairs
by hand?

Uh -huh. Why not send them up on the
dumbwaiter? Doctor says it's out of

Not the only thing out of order around
here, if you ask me.

Nobody asked you, Nicky. Why don't you
do what Martha says?

What did you cook for dinner? Flat
irons?

I've heard of heavy meals, but this is
ridiculous.

Never you mind, now.

It was good enough for three children
and four husbands.

All of whom died of acute indigestion.

Sake's alive. What's that?

We must have a visitor.

Hello, I'm Natalie Rivers.

Is the doctor in?

I've been expecting you, my dear.

Do come in.

Your room's all ready for you. Gibson,
take a bag upstairs, please.

I see you had no trouble finding the
place. Oh, I nearly got off the side

but it was such a pleasant drive.

Your scenery is so beautiful.

Well, that's one of the consolations of
being so isolated.

One of many, I should say.

Yes. Um,

Doctor, which room did you mean?

The guest room, the one opposite Miss
Sanders.

I must apologize for Gibson. She's new
at the job.

I imagine nurses are rather hard to find
in an out -of -the -way spot like this.

Oh, you've no idea.

Well, what do you think of the place?

It's quite imposing. It's not at all
what I expected. Well, that makes it

You're not at all what I expected
either.

But I sent you one of my recent
photographs, remember?

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

What I meant was your picture doesn't do
you justice.

Let me show you around before you go
upstairs.

This is my study.

I come in here and I want to get away
from things.

I've just been rereading one of my
favorite books.

Take a look at it.

Fascinating.

Permissive Therapy by Howard Fennec, M
.D.

It's a brilliant book. And a brilliant
man.

Taught me everything I know.

Is it about mental illness?

Oh, that's just a label.

Psychotherapy is filled with meaningless
labels.

Well, I thought psychiatrists were doing
remarkable things nowadays.

No, psychiatrists are just
archaeologists.

They delve in the rubble and the ruins
of a patient's past. And what they

really do is deal with the present, the
future.

I'm afraid I don't quite understand.

Neither do my learned colleagues.

They worry about hidden traumas, buried
memories.

But what should be really brought out
into the open is the patient himself.

Give him a role to play in real life and
he'll accept the challenge.

Well, are you saying that the mentally
disturbed should be set free?

Well, how can you be healthy and in
chains?

Now, really.

Oh, forgive me. I shouldn't have got
started. I happen to have a close

interest in the subject.

I suppose you'd like to go upstairs and
freshen up a bit? Yes, please.

Good. Come along.

Afterwards, you can have dinner with me.
I'd like you to meet some of my other

guests. Guests?

Yes. I think you'll find them very
interesting.

There's my dinner.

I want my dinner.

Excuse me. Is there something wrong?

And who might you be?

Natalie Rivers.

Dr. C.

Oh, I heard you was expected.

Do step in.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, but
I heard you calling. I thought you

might be ill. Don't you believe it?

Sounded the dollar I am.

And hungry enough to eat an oar.

I was just going down to dinner.

I'm not about to get up.

Andrew always brings me my tie evenings.

Have you seen him, dearie? I'm afraid
not.

He must have forgot.

They always send it up to him on the
dumbwaiter.

It's probably out there right now
getting all cold like.

And me starving away.

Well, if you tell me where it is, I
could go look.

It's right down the far end of the
aisle.

That's allowed.

No, I won't harm you. I won't harm you.
Don't be afraid. Please, just promise me

you won't scream anymore.

Please.

I don't want the others to hear it down
if there's Miss Rivers. Please.

How did you know my name?

The doctor.

He showed me your letter.

He said you were expected today.

But... He said it never arrived.

The doctor?

You saw him?

Well, of course. But now...

Who are you?

I'm Dr. Norton's assistant.

Look, Miss Rivers, I've got no time to
explain, but you've got to get me out of

here, all of us.

All of you? The others are locked just
across the hall.

I think they're still all unconscious.
It's the cook, the orderly, the nurse.

I just saw the nurse downstairs.

Oh, please, Miss Rivers, you've got to
believe me. There's been a terrible

mistake. I am Dr.

Norton's assistant.

I can prove it to you. Just open the
door.

I think we've heard quite enough.

Really?

to be ashamed of yourself, getting this
poor young lady all upset.

Gibson.

Nurse Gibson, if you please.

She's not a nurse. Don't believe her.
She's lying. They're all lying.

Poor fellow.

Well, it's time for dinner now. We must
be going.

No, no, come back.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Who is he?

Well, he's a patient. A patient?

After all, this is a sanatorium.

Come along now. Everyone's waiting.

The doctor's told everyone about you.

I know they're just crazy to meet you.

I don't seem to be getting anywhere, but
you have progressed to the halfway

mark. To celebrate the occasion, we have
arranged a station break, after which

we shall continue our story.

After dinner drink?

No, thank you.

You seemed so quiet during the meal.

A little upset, perhaps.

I trust it wasn't the company.

Donald's a nice boy, and Major Hartress
is a very close friend of mine.

No, no, it wasn't the guests.

It was the others.

The ones upstairs? Why didn't you tell
me about them?

I didn't want to disturb you.

I never thought you'd go up there.

Well, I'm sorry. I heard some noises and
I thought something might be wrong.

You had no right to interfere.

What did you see?

Well, I saw a man. He was caged like an
animal.

And it was horrible.

What gives you the right to pass
judgment?

I know what I'm doing.

But earlier this evening you were
talking about permissive therapy.

Is it really necessary to lock up people
that way?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

When they're violently disturbed,
otherwise they might harm themselves.

Surely you must have realized the man
was irrational.

Did he speak to you?

He kept telling me he was your
assistant.

That's a common delusion.

I'm sorry you were subjected to such an
unpleasant experience.

Oh, by the way, Gibson tells me you had
a visit with Miss Sanders.

Sarah's a nice old girl, isn't she?

She's a patient.

Oh, yes.

I'm glad you saw her. She's a wonderful
example of permissive therapy.

No lock on her door.

She seemed quite normal.

Well, appearances can be deceptive, you
know.

Oh, I say, there you are.

Come in.

Come in.

I hope you're not intruding.

Not at all, Major. We were just getting
better acquainted.

Oh, I should like to do that myself.

All these years, and the old boy never
breathes a word about you.

Imagine having such a smashing niece.

Isn't she smashing, Donald?

Oh, yes.

Well, speak up, lad. When I was your
age, I'd have set my cap at a little bit

like this.

After you two left the table, they got
into the rest of the wine. I told you to

keep your eye on them.

I say, Doctor, how about a drink?

Well, no, Miss Rivers had a very trying
drive today. I think we should retire

for the evening.

A nightcap, then. Splendid idea. What?

Donald, did you hear? We're going to
have a nightcap.

But I already did. I helped myself.

All right, pal.

Where is it?

Where is what?

The jug. The decanter.

Right here on the desk.

But it was right there just a moment
ago. Never mind. Where is it now?

Come on. Give.

Anything else?

My watch!

Please wait.

I'm sorry. If I'd ever dreamt such a
thing... Stan, they're patients, aren't

they? Yes.

Permissive therapy?

Yes, that's it exactly.

It's a new method, an experiment.

I wanted to prove that my patients would
react normally if treated like normal

human beings. If it hadn't been for the
liquor... You mustn't feel that way. I

think they behave very well.

At least right up until the last.

I approve of your experiment.

I think it's so much better than that
other way. Well, thank you. It's very

of you to say that.

You don't know how much it means to me,
but I mustn't keep you from your rest.

And please don't worry. There'll be no
further incidents.

They'll all be tucked safely away for
the night.

Didn't you say something about no locks
on the doors? Oh, but there's a lock on

yours.

And here's a key.

Use it.

Thank you.

Pleasant dreams.

So it's you, is it?

Is there something wrong? Keep your
voice down. You don't want to disturb

others.

Now, don't be afraid, dearie. I'm not
like the rest.

The rest?

I wouldn't be here now if it weren't for
my condition.

Haven't you guessed?

I'm going to have a baby.

Oh, I see.

Any day now.

I've been in this condition for the past
five years.

That's why my meal's in bed.

And you always bring me my tray.

Well, uh, don't you think you ought to
be in bed?

I'm hungry.

Haven't you eaten yet?

I told you about my tray, and you
promised to fetch it.

I've been waiting around here for hours.

Well, I'm sorry, you poor dear.

I'll help you back into bed. I don't
need any help, thank you very much.

I'm as strong as an ox I am.

I did look for your dinner, but it
wasn't on the dumb waiter.

Did you try pulling it up?

No. I would have tried myself, but I
haven't the strength.

I'm as weak as a kitten.

Well, you just relax, and I'll see if I
can find Nicky or Miss Gibson.

Never mind that. Just fetch me my train.

But if your dinner's been on the dumb
waiter all this time, it'll be all cold.

Cold? Many's the cold snack I've enjoyed
after doing my turn on the board.

Well, I still think I should get Miss
Gibson.

What are you doing?

Well, if you won't get it for me, I'll
fetch it myself. You just stay there.

I'll get your dinner.

Promise?

Cross your heart. I'll be right back.

The police, I imagine. I told them it
was urgent when I called.

Inspector Roberts, sir.

This way, please.

Inspector Roberts, my niece, Natalie
Rivers.

How do you do, Miss Rivers?

The doctor has told me what you
reported. We'd better take a look

Oh, Inspector, I... Oh, I know how you
feel, miss, but under the circumstances,

I'm afraid I must insist.

This way. Thank you.

Will you show him, my dear?

You say you just come from this
patient's room?

Yes, and I went to the dumbwaiter down
here at the end of the hall.

I see.

And when you pulled it up, the body was
on the dumbwaiter platform?

Yes.

Miss Rivers, where's the body now?

Well, I...

It was there. I saw it.

It was the body of a man in a white
jacket.

You're quite certain you weren't
mistaken?

No, there's no mistake. I saw it.

I believe my niece is telling the truth.

Well, I wasn't doubting her word,
Doctor, but in a place like this...

Where does this shaft lead to?

Down in the kitchen.

Anyone down there?

Martha the cook, Nurse Gibson, and
Nicky, my orderly. They have rooms in

area.

I'd like to have a few words with them
if you don't object.

I don't mind at all.

Would you like to go now?

Yes.

If you don't mind, I feel a little
faint.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps you'd better go to your room and
rest for a while.

And don't worry.

You take care of this.

This way, Inspector.

Yes, sir.

Who's out there?

Miss Rivers, is that you?

Where have you been?

Didn't you promise to fetch me my tray?

I'm sorry, Sarah.

But there's been... There's been an
accident.

As a matter of fact, everything seems to
be going wrong.

I don't care anything about it. I want
my dinner.

Please don't get upset.

I'll tell the doctor.

Is something the matter?

Well, I seem to have the wrong key for
my room.

Do you know where I could find the
doctor?

Well, he was in his office the last time
I saw him.

Fine, thank you.

Oh, is that Mrs. Saunders' dinner?

No, it's mine.

Well, she's been complaining. She hasn't
been fed.

Let her starve.

Doctor?

Uncle Jerry?

What are you doing here?

I found the body.

Dr. Norton!

Dr. Norton?

My uncle? But... Inspector, then who is
that man in charge here?

Dr. Fennec? I thought you knew.

Inspector, my uncle has been murdered.

That's pretty obvious.

The question is, why did you do it?

But I didn't do it.

Don't you understand? It must have been
one of the patients.

It could have even been Dr. Fennec.

Dr. Fennec must have argued with my
uncle before I came here tonight.

Of course.

He killed my uncle.

That must be the way it was. Please,
Inspector, believe me.

Don't waste your breath, Natalie.

It doesn't matter whether he believes
you or not.

You mean he's the patient, too?

It was just therapy, miss.

You see, the doctor here, he asked me to
play a part, just like the others.

You see, Martha the cook, Nicky's an
orderly, Gibson the nurse, and... Don't

bother to explain, Roberts.

Well, I haven't done wrong, have I?

I mean, I am trying to live the role,
just as you said.

That's enough.

You're doing a splendid job. Keep it up.

Yes, Doctor.

One moment, Natalie.

I assume you're headed for the front
door.

Well, don't bother.

You see, this key really works.

What are you going to do?

I haven't decided.

But there's no real hurry, is there?

Sometime during the night, I'll make up
my mind.

You'll still be here.

Hi, Faye. What's this all about?

Major, there's something I've got to
know, and maybe you can help me.

Ask away.

Well, it's about Dr. Fennec.

When did he come here?

Oh, years ago, dear girl. He's been here
almost as long as I have.

Used to be a doctor, you know, on the
outside.

On the outside?

You mean he's committed?

He's a patient here like the others?

Yes, yes, he is.

Some nonsense about killing his wife.
It's all blown over and forgotten.

He murdered his wife?

Matter of opinion.

Woman comes to visit him.

Fennec claims it's his wife.

Dr. Norton says it's his sister.

Maybe he doesn't want to remember.

How can you take it for granted?

Got to be tolerant.

We all have our little quirks, you know.

But he's dangerous.

Nonsense sounded the bell. Great doctor.

I'm glad he took over today.

Tell me, what about the others?

The ones upstairs?

Oh, so you know about them.

them away.

It's quite all right.

Fennec said Dr. Norton gave him full
authority to try out his theories.

When did Dr.

Norton say that?

This afternoon, just before he left on
his vacation.

Makes sense, doesn't it?

I mean, if he hadn't trusted Fennec, he
wouldn't have gone away.

Major, listen to me. He didn't go away.

He was murdered. I found his body.

I must go back to my room.

Late, you know.

But don't you understand? We've got to
get out of here.

None of my affair. Ask Fennec. He's very
permissive.

Operator?

Oh, Miss Rivers.

Andrew, Dr. Fennec is going to kill me.

I can't get out of the house.

Get to a phone. Call the police. I tried
that, but they cut the wire.

There's nothing I could do as long as
I'm locked in here.

If you can just find the key.

But how can I? Dr. Fennec must have it.
Maybe one of the others could help you.

Maybe the Major.

I talked to him. I can't seem to make
him understand.

Well, there's got to be some...

Sarah. Sarah, that's it.

Tell her what's been going on. Maybe she
could find it for us. Yes,

maybe she can.

I see. And then what did you say?

Well, I told her to speak to you.

I said that you were very permissive.

Thank you.

Well, good night, Major, and have a good
sleep. Well, thank you very much.

Come in, girl. Come in.

Sarah, I don't mean to alarm you, but
there's been trouble, and I need help.

I've been trying to get you alone all
evening, dearie. Oh, Sarah, listen to

Did you know that I was with one of old
Fred Carno's troops touring the

provinces when I was a girl? Sarah, you
don't understand. I bet you won't

recognize him.

Oh, I've trooped with the best of them,
I am. The best of them.

Sarah, I need help.

I know.

It's the ones upstairs you're thinking
about, right?

Wish there was Beck in charge right now
myself, I do.

Leastwise, I'd be having my dinner.

Well, then you do understand.

Oh, if only we could do something.

Maybe we could get the keys. There must
be keys to those cells upstairs.

Of course there is.

I've seen them myself.

Right in the death -drawn Dr.

Norton's study.

The study?

I can't go down there now. Finnick would
see me.

It wouldn't do you much good if you
could.

The keys aren't there anymore.

Well, how do you know?

Because I took them.

Yes.

I was just telling Sarah. You see, I
sneaked back into the study and went

through the desk drawers.

May I have them?

Oh, no, they're mine.

Please.

Oh.

You can just steal your own keys.

Now, Donald, give her the key.

It's a nice boy.

That's a nice chap.

Run now.

Don't worry, I've got keys.

Oh, good, good.

Hurry, Miss Rivers, hurry.

They don't work.

None of them work.

Now, you don't think I'd leave the real
keys lying around for Donald to pick up,

do you?

You see, I plan ahead.

And right now, I'm planning to get rid
of the evidence.

Martha and Nicky are outside digging a
nice big hole.

Fanic. I know, but don't you see? I have
no choice. She's part of the evidence.

You meddler.

Coming here, interfering in my plans.

we'd had these before.

We had to smash the downstairs door to
get in.

How did you ever happen to come here?

We had a call. Something about a murder.

Roberts.

After we found the body, I reported to
my superiors.

Well, you told me I should act like a
real inspector.

It was the right thing to do, wasn't it,
Doctor?

Doctor?

Doctor?

So much for Dr. Fenwick.

As for my own problem, it is fast being
solved.

I understand the rumor was spread that
my island was a quaint out -of -the -way

paradise, untouched by civilization.

Two boatloads of tourists, three hotel
men, and a souvenir manufacturer are

already on their way to correct the
situation.

In that case, I should be back next
week.

to tell you another story, scenes of
which you will see in a moment.

But first, we must allow the sponsor to
say a few words.

Permissive therapy.