All language subtitles for Hitchcock s02e06 Nothing Ever Happens In Linvale

Good evening.

Sorry to keep you waiting, but I had to
make my bed.

It will surprise you, I know, but to be
perfectly honest, this is not really my

bed. I'm making it for my brother.

He insists on coming home late at night
and making a great deal of noise in the

dark before he tumbles into bed.

I thought that this orthopedic mattress
would be precisely what he needs to cure

him of that bothersome habit.

Our story does not concern a bed like
this, but it does take place in a sleepy

little town.

Apparently nothing much ever happens in
Linvale, but I have the uneasy feeling

that if we watch closely, something
will. In case you're doing the driving,

Linvale lies just on the other side of
this one -minute billboard.

Mr., you seen Flipper? I think he came
back here. What?

My cat. I'm looking for him.

Well, look somewhere else.

But he came around the side of your
house.

Well, he was trespassing just like you.

Now take off.

Did you hear what I said?

Oh, I'd like to speak to the sheriff,
please.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma 'am. He's all tied up
right now.

Well, when can I talk to him? It's
rather urgent.

It's urgent?

Yes, so if you could have him get in
touch with me as soon as possible.

Do you want to hold on while I just get
a pencil?

Do you just want to give

me your name and address?

It's Mrs. Logan, 74 Walnut Lane.

Yes, ma 'am, Log. I'll give the sheriff
your message.

Tell him it's important.

Right.

How's that,

Sheriff?

Henry, you're a regular wizard with a
pair of scissors.

Thanks. How about some hair tonic?

Hmm? What do you got?

Sweet limelight, evergreen oil, wild
tiger.

It's in that green bottle over there.
Thanks.

It's pretty potent stuff, Sheriff. Tell
me, go to the gate with the ladies.

Maybe I better leave well enough alone.

Morning, Sheriff.

I just got a phone call from... Who's
minding the story? Well, I just got a

phone call from a lady named Logan. She
says that she has to talk to you. She

says it's urgent.

Urgent? Last time I saw that word was in
the crossword puzzle.

Wait, that's what she said.

Probably some old spinster with a cat up
a tree.

Is that Mrs.

Logan up on Walnut Lane?

Yeah, 74 Walnut Lane.

That's no spinster, Henry.

She's a widow.

Heard she moved into the Archer house a
couple of months ago.

Oh, is that the one? Yeah, I seen her
around town. She's kind of pretty.

Well, maybe it's fate, Ben. You and a
good -looking woman like that, something

might develop.

Sure.

All right, I'll take a ride out there.

Oh, you don't have to see her, Ben.

Always give her a call. Unless maybe
I've whet your appetite.

Look at that, Charlie. We got a barber
who's a regular Cupid.

seen a cat why are you missing one uh
-huh i think he ran away well that's too

bad you're the sheriff aren't you that's
right well maybe you can find him his

name's flipper he's sort of gray i'll
keep an eye peeled

oh

yeah

Sheriff Wister, ma 'am. You call my
office?

Oh, yes. Please come in.

I, uh, hope I didn't call you away from
anything.

Well, it wasn't important.

What can I do for you?

Well, it... It's something that might
only be my imagination. I almost feel

a fool bringing you way out here.

Why don't you let me be the judge of
that?

You see, I'm new here, and I don't want
to get involved in...

Something that's none of my business.

I've been debating with myself for the
last three days, but... Well, I had to

tell someone.

Mind being a bit more specific?

Well, that just did it. Nothing I can
quite put my finger on.

Maybe you better come upstairs.

Beg pardon?

I'll have to show you.

Take a look through the window at the
yard next door.

It's been going on like that for the
past three days.

The drinking?

Yes. He doesn't seem to want to do
anything. He just hangs around the house

day.

That's Harry Jarvis, isn't it?

Do you know him?

Oh, by sight.

I know most of the people in this town
by sight.

He's in real estate.

Never knew he was much of a drinker.

Well, he only started a few days ago
after his wife disappeared.

I'm not quite sure I follow you.

Oh, it's a lot of little things.

Ever since I moved in, I used to hear
them arguing.

They used to shout so loud, they'd keep
me awake.

Then all of a sudden, the argument
stopped.

And you haven't seen her since?

No. Oh, once.

She used to walk her dog in the
mornings, a little white mongrel named

but for the past three days, she hasn't
come out of the house.

When was the last time you saw her?

Late Friday afternoon.

She was out there sitting in a deck
chair. He was mowing the lawn.

Once or twice, I saw him look at her.

She didn't notice she was playing with
the dog.

But you should have seen the expression
on his face.

He looked like he wanted to kill her.

Well, Mrs. Logan, this is all pretty
circumstantial.

Maybe his wife is sick or she might be
visiting relatives.

I can think of a hundred different
explanations.

But why does he do his own laundry?

And why does he sit in the yard all day?

Well, about eight years ago, we had a
homicide in Linvale.

Man got clubbed with a bottle in one of
those taverns out by the highway.

That's just about it.

This is a peaceable town.

Well, I... I told you it might only be
my imagination.

But if you could have seen the way he
looked at her... Well, look.

There's no sense in our going off half
-cocked.

Before we start assuming things, why
don't I do a little quiet checking?

Would that make you feel better?

Oh, I think so.

Good. I'll give you a call tomorrow.

Well, I'd just as soon deal with Mr.
Jarvis himself, if you don't mind.

I see.

Well, can I set up an appointment?

Uh -huh.

Okay, I'll call back next week.

Yeah, the name is, uh, Johnson.

That's right.

Bye -bye.

That was his real estate office.

I get the feeling they haven't seen him
lately.

Maybe he's just gold -breaking.

Maybe.

Kind of pointless, though, considering
he's the boss.

Oh, I got to do some checking on this
baby.

Wonder who his friends are.

Oh, I can tell you that.

Him and Doc Wyatt are big buddies.

Charlie, you amaze me. How did you know
that?

I see them all the time up at the
country club.

They're always playing golf together.

Country club?

You getting social on me?

No, it ain't that.

I just caddy up there every once in a
while. You know, pick up a couple bucks.

Moonlighting, huh?

Just on Sundays.

It's my day off, Sheriff.

Well, I wouldn't want to stand in the
way of a man's self -improvement.

Now, what about Jarvis?

Well, he doesn't seem to have many
friends.

Just a stock wire.

Well, I guess I better have a talk with
him.

You nose around Walnut Lane, see what
you can find out from the neighbors.

But, Charlie, do it quietly.

I don't want any phone calls.

Oh, shit.

Oh, Sheriff, they said you wanted to see
me.

Yes, sir. Sorry to bother you, doctor.

Oh, it's no bother.

I'd rather look at your face than a
baby's. I've been in delivery all

Well, this won't take long.

Take all the time you like.

You look healthy, so I assume that this
is official.

Sort of.

I understand you're a friend of Harry
Jarvis.

Harry? Known him for years.

I was wondering if you'd noticed any,
well, changes in him lately.

It's funny you should ask.

He has been out of sorts the past few
days.

Seems to be worrying about something.

Think he's under a strain?

It's possible.

Probably worried about business
problems.

Happens to the best of us.

Well, I guess it isn't serious then.

Thanks, Doctor.

Appreciate it if you'd keep this
confidential.

Suits me.

I wonder if his wife has noticed
anything.

Have you seen her lately, by the way?

Marjorie? Not for quite a while. Though
she is coming to see me tonight.

Oh? She's coming in for a check -up.

You mean she'll be in your office
tonight?

Uh -huh. Eight o 'clock. Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Come and see for yourself.

Excuse me, miss. I just want to see if
my watch is right. I have ten past

That's what I asked.

Thought maybe I might be fast.

Oh, isn't she here yet?

She's usually on the dot.

Give Mrs. Jarvis a ring and see what's
keeping her. Yes, Doctor.

Oh.

What is it? Well, that appointment was
canceled. I forgot to tell you. I

substituted Mrs. Phillips.

Well, you're out of luck, Sheriff. She
canceled.

Oh, she didn't cancel, Doctor. It was
her husband.

Her husband?

Yes. He called a few hours ago.

What's the trouble, Sheriff?

Oh, nothing.

If you want to, why don't you give her a
ring?

No, uh...

I have a feeling Mrs. Jarvis isn't in.

Thank you.

Thanks.

I've got my cup in, June. Now, let's
see. I'll leave.

Excuse me, girl.

Sheriff, what... Oh, come in. What a
pleasant surprise.

Hello, Miss Bergen.

I'm not disturbing anything.

Oh, no, no, no, no. It's just the girls
come over for a little bridge and a

little tea.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, no, thanks.

Not just a little cup?

I keep telling my husband I never see
the sheriff anymore.

Well, I've been kind of busy, ma 'am. I
was just thinking about you the other

day. Do you know that new teacher over
at school, Miss Gunderson?

Oh, you ought to give her a call. You
would have a lot in common.

And if you're interested in slides, she
has the most wonderful collection.

All of those marvelous European
cathedrals.

Well, ma 'am... Oh, I know, you think
I'm a matchmaker, but remember, Sheriff,

after all, you're the last bachelor left
in town.

Well, that's not exactly true, you know.
There's Charlie, my deputy, and Tom

down at the firehouse. Ah, but you, you
are the prize catch.

Oh, if I wasn't married, I'd be running
after you myself.

Well, that's very flattering, Mrs.
Bergen.

I wonder if you would mind if I asked
you a couple of questions.

Police business?

Well, in a way.

You know Mrs. Jarvis, don't you? Oh, of
course.

Marjorie and I are co -chairmen of the
Home for the Aged Committee.

Well, have you seen her recently?

No. No, I haven't.

And it's rather odd if you ask me.

She missed a meeting of the famous books
club the other day, and it was one of

her favorites, too.

Moby Dick.

Well, did she call to let you know she
wasn't coming?

No, her husband called me. He said she
wasn't feeling well.

Have you talked to her since?

I can't reach her. Every time I call
her, her husband says she's either out

washing her hair.

Well, thanks, Mrs. Bergen. You've been
very helpful.

Oh, what's it all about, Sheriff?

You can trust me?

Well, it's nothing serious, just
routine.

Oh, you're being very mysterious.

But I won't pry.

Oh, just a minute.

Miss Gunderson's telephone number.

Hi.

Come up with anything?

Well, it's hard to say.

I talked to most of the neighbors, and I
tried not to raise any eyebrows.

I think I did a pretty good job.

Charlie, get to the point. Has anyone
seen Mrs. Jarvis?

No.

Not for three days.

She hasn't even taken the garbage out.

Well, that still doesn't prove anything.

No, but it's kind of strange.

The way I hear it is she used to be all
over town all the time.

Clubs and meetings.

It seems that she used to spend hardly
any time with her husband.

Hmm. Oh, by the way, that Mrs. Logan
called you this morning. She wanted you

call her right back.

Well, why didn't you leave me a note?

I couldn't find a pencil.

Sheriff Worcester, ma 'am.

Oh, I've been trying to reach you all
morning.

Why? What happened?

Now I'm sure something's wrong.

Last night, Mr. Jarvis came out into his
backyard and he started digging in his

garden. Digging?

Can you think of any reason on earth why
he'd do a thing like that?

Only one, and I'm not sure I like it.

Tell you what, Mrs. Logan.

Suppose I drop by your place tonight.

I wish you would.

I'll be expecting you.

Thank you.

Bye.

What do you want?

Problem, Charlie, problem.

See you in the morning. Oh, say, do you
know that new teacher up at the school,

Miss Gunderson?

Oh, sure, the fat one.

He may not come out again tonight, but
you can see the hole.

I went to bed early last night, and then
I heard him working in the garden. At

first I thought I was dreaming, but
there he was in his shirt sleeve.

He had a shovel.

He was whistling to himself while he
dug.

Whistling and digging.

After a while, I went back to bed, but I
could still hear him.

It just doesn't make any sense.

Well, it makes a lot of sense.

He's probably killed that poor woman,
and he's going to bury her out there.

now, we can't jump to conclusions.

Well, what else can we do? You said
yourself she didn't show up for her

appointment. No one's seen her for days.

It's got to be murder.

Why don't you go down there and arrest
him?

On what charge?

There's no law against a man digging in
his own backyard.

Sheriff, I don't understand why you're
so hesitant.

Well, because I don't want a suit for
false arrest.

What more do you need?

It's obvious he's digging a grave out
there.

What is it?

I think he saw me.

Get away from that wonder.

Well, he's gone.

You must have frightened him away.

He looked straight at me.

Now he knows I've been watching him.

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or
later.

Sheriff, I don't like it.

I'm alone here.

If he decides I know something, that's
him.

Maybe not.

I didn't hear any car drive up. Who else
could it be?

Better answer it.

It's all right. I'm here.

I'm Jarvis, your next -door neighbor.

Well, can I come in?

Oh.

Yes, go.

Is there something I can do for you?

You tell me.

I beg your pardon?

I saw you spying on me from your bedroom
window.

Why?

Spying?

I think you're mistaken. I just...
Happened to look out.

Oh, just happened, huh?

I heard a noise and I was curious.

I suppose you think it's funny, me
digging in the garden at night.

Well, it's really none of my business.

That's exactly right.

It's none of your business.

But I wouldn't want you to get the wrong
idea.

You see, I like to do my gardening at
night.

During the day, it's too hot.

Too many bugs.

But after dark, it's cool.

Quiet. You can hear yourself think.

Well, that's perfectly understandable.

I'm glad you feel that way.

Maybe now you'll stop watching me.

Honestly, Mr. Jarvis, I had no
intention... Forget it.

I think we understand each other.

Mr. Jarvis, I'm new here and this town
isn't very friendly.

So?

Well, I'd like to get to know you and
your wife better.

Maybe you two could come over for dinner
one evening.

I'm sorry. My wife doesn't like to go
out much.

But we're right next door to each other.

I said she doesn't like to go out.

Besides, you've probably seen enough of
us from your bedroom window.

You heard that?

I heard.

Now do you believe me?

Well, I never said I doubted you, Mrs.
Logan.

That still doesn't prove anything. All
he's done is call on his next -door

neighbor.

The way he talked to me, the way he
looked at me.

That still doesn't prove he's burying
his wife in his backyard.

Sheriff Wister, do you like me?

Of course I do, ma 'am.

Then remember this.

He knows that I saw him.

If he did kill his wife, then I am a
threat to him. Think about that.

Aristotle once said that a play should
have a beginning, a middle, and an end.

But what did he know? Today a play must
have a first half, a second half, and a

station break.

You have seen only one of these.

The other two follow.

Hello, Sheriff.

What do you want?

Back to talk with you, Mr. Jarvis.

Is this police business?

Yes, sir.

Well, come in.

The place needs a good cleaning, but I
guess you can see that for yourself.

Then again, I wasn't expecting any
company.

Well, I'll try to be brief.

Is your wife at home?

My wife?

Why? There was an automobile accident in
town yesterday.

I'm investigating it.

And we think maybe your wife was a
witness.

Must be some mistake.

One of the drivers of the cars gave a
pretty good description of her, that she

was walking her dog.

So if I could just talk with her a few
minutes.

She isn't here.

Well, I can come back tomorrow. No, no,
I mean she's away.

Oh?

Vacation?

Oh, something like that. She's been gone
for three days.

So she couldn't have been a witness to
any accident.

I see.

Just for the record, so we can write it
off, where can we get in touch with her?

She went upstate.

She was going to write me and tell me
the name of her hotel, but I haven't

from her yet.

And she's been gone three days?

That's right.

Tell me, did she take the dog with her?

Yeah. Yeah, she took the dog.

Any more questions?

No, that's all.

Thanks for your cooperation.

You can go out the front door, Sheriff.

Tell me something, son.

Have you seen him today?

Who, Mr. Jarvis? No, the dog.

Sure. I saw him this afternoon.

He was sitting in the window, barking up
a storm.

You're positive it was Timmy?

Yep. I missed he got two dogs.

Thanks.

Now, Mrs. Bergen, why did you do a thing
like that?

I was only trying to help.

After all, it was obvious you were
suspicious about something.

So I just baked a cake and went over
there.

I really wasn't in any danger.

That's not exactly the point. When Mr.
Jarvis answered the door, I said, I want

to see Marjorie. I said, I have a new
recipe that she's interested in.

Mocha. Marjorie's very fond of mocha.

Well, what did Mr.

Jarvis have to say for himself?

He was positively rude.

He said Marjorie isn't well, and he
grabbed the cake and he slammed the door

my face.

Wait a minute.

You mean to say he didn't say his wife
was out of town?

Oh, of course not. Why would Marjorie go
out of town? She hasn't been anywhere

since I've known her, and that's ten
years.

Excuse me.

Sheriff Wister.

It's me, Sheriff.

car and he drove off.

You follow him?

Yeah, he went right to Bell's hardware
store.

I'm across the street right now.

Hey, wait a minute.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

I'm all right here. I'm Roger, Sheriff.
Listen, he just got in his car and drove

off. He had a package with him. Should I
follow him?

No, you stay where you are. I'll meet
you.

You gotta run, Miss Bergen. What's he up
to? Do you think he's done something to

Marjorie? Tell you what, Miss Bergen, if
he has, you'll be the first to know.

Oh, howdy, Sheriff. Sheriff?

You come for your fishing rod, Sheriff?

No, I'll pick that up next week.

Actually, I came to inquire about one of
your customers.

Who's that?

Harry Jarvis.

I understand he was just in.

That's right.

Mind telling me what he bought?

Well, let me see. He picked up a sack of
grass seed.

Anything else?

Yeah, a can of rat poison.

That was it.

Seemed like he was in a hurry.

Well, thanks, Mr. Bell.

Come on, Charlie.

Well, the grass is easy to figure. It
feeds the garden, but why the rat

Well, maybe he has rats.

Is it possible his wife isn't dead yet?

Do you think he's kind of locked up in
that house?

No, he wouldn't take a chance like that.

Why the poison?

Well, like I said, maybe he has rats.

Charlie?

Get in touch with Al and tell him to
meet us at Mrs. Logan's house tonight.

What for?

We're going to see if Jarvis has dropped
anything in that hole he's been

digging. And Charlie, bring shovels.

Coffee, Charlie.

Oh, actually, I'd like something a
little bit stronger, ma 'am.

Charlie, your own duty.

Coffee will be fine.

How long are we going to keep waiting on
that guy, Sheriff?

Got anything better to do, Al?

No, no, but that whistling's getting on
my nerves. I wish you'd learn a tune.

Yeah.

He's been at it since before you came.

First he started digging, and now he's
covering up.

Did he put anything in the hole?

He might have. I couldn't watch that
carefully because he kept looking up

I'm afraid, Sheriff, he might do
something to me.

After last night, I don't want to take
any chances.

All right.

We may as well move in.

Charlie, Al, let's go.

Charlie, get the shovels.

Sheriff, you'll let me know what
happens.

Just watch from the window.

You can see for yourself.

What are you doing here?

Sorry, Mr. Jarvis. We're going to have
to do a little digging.

What? You've got no right to go around
here digging in my garden.

That busybody next door, she called you,
didn't she?

There.

I just saw her at the window. She called
you, didn't she?

We've got a tip, Mr. Jarvis.

We want to know why you come out here
and dig at night.

I can't dig in my own property?

A man can't dig in his own property?
You've got to admit it looks mighty

suspicious.

And so I'm eccentric.

Do I have to plan my life to suit you?

Charlie? No.

Excuse me.

Better come here.

Something buried here.

Make out what it is?

Not yet.

Something

down there,

all right.

You want to start talking?

No.

Charlie, let me have your light.

What is it?

Can you make it out?

Sheriff, it's a dog.

What?

All this digging, and it ain't nothing
but a dead dog.

Well, what did you expect?

A body?

I hated myself for doing it.

I'm not a cruel man.

The dog was sick anyway.

Marjorie being gone, I suppose I just
wanted to put it out of its misery.

So I dug the hole and bought the rat
poison.

To give to the dog.

Who else would I give it to?

Wait a minute.

You mean you were looking for her?

You mean that character next door said
that I might have murdered Marjorie?

Let's be frank, Mr. Jarvis.

There's still some mystery as to your
wife's whereabouts.

But to assume that I killed her... But
you've been giving everybody in town a

different story.

You've told some people she was sick,
and you told me she was on vacation.

And with that hole you're digging out
and back... I guess it did look a little

suspicious.

I've learned one thing anyway.

You can't keep a secret in Linvale.

What kind of secret?

Marjorie left me, Sheriff. She walked
out four days ago.

Just like that?

No explanations.

Walked in and told me we were through.

Packed her things, took our reserve cash
and her jewelry, and that was that.

After 15 years of marriage.

I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Jarvis.

Do you know she's planning a divorce?

Who knows?

I don't even know why she left me.

What does go on in a woman's mind,
Sheriff?

Don't ask me.

Sure, we had our fights. We argued a
lot, but to wake up one morning and find

your wife packing a suitcase, it's a
little hard to live with.

I guess I did go overboard drinking and
isolating myself.

Probably I did take it all out on the
dog.

She loved that thing.

I was just somebody who brought the
paper home.

Do you mind if I take a look through the
house?

No, help yourself.

I guess this had to come out anyway.

Might have been a little easier if that
busybody next door had kept their blinds

closed.

Sheriff Worcester.

You saw what we dug up.

Yes, the dog.

I suppose I should have known.

Why? Why should you have known?

Because this is Linvale. Things like
that just don't happen here.

What did he tell you?

That his wife had left him. That's all
there is to it. She'll probably sue for

divorce.

Do you mean to say you believe that?
Sure I do. It happens every day.

Then you're taking him at his word.

Well, what else can I do? I've searched
the house and the garage.

Her jewelry is gone, personal effects,
suitcases, everything.

Then why did he lie to everyone?

The poor guy's ashamed.

He didn't want her to know that she'd
left him. As a matter of fact, he's

she'll come back when she runs out of
money.

Oh, it's the most far -fetched story I
ever heard. Look, Mrs. Logan, I've made

fool out of myself and dug up a man's
garden.

If he wanted to, he could get me in a
lot of trouble. But he's been pretty

decent about it. He's going to let it
drop.

And that's just what I'm going to do,
let it drop.

Suppose you're wrong.

Bring me some proof, then I'll act.

But until you do, I'm just going to
forget it.

Sheriff, I don't feel safe with that man
around. There's something wrong, I tell

you. Well, there's nothing to fear. You
just call me if anything happens.

It would be too late then.

I'm sorry, ma 'am, but there's nothing I
can do.

I just can't arrest him on your say -so.

You've made yourself perfectly clear.

Good night.

No reason why we can't be friends.

I think there is.

Good night.

I'll tell you one thing, boys. Don't
ever get married.

You should have told me that five years
ago.

Yeah.

Thanks for helping us out. Anytime.

I still can't believe it.

What a chance we took. It worked, didn't
it?

What did he say when he left?

Give me some proof.

Then I'll act.

But until you do, I want to forget about
it.

Fine. That's exactly what we want.

It's a good thing they never looked in
your yard.

Give me a hand.

Do you need some help?

No, you fill in the hole.

I'll take care of things over here.

Hello, Mr. Jarvis.

Sheriff, what are you doing back here?

Came for the dog.

What? Can we come in?

Well, I was just getting ready for bed.

Well, this won't take but just a minute.
But I don't understand. I thought this

was all cleared up. Well, there's a city
ordinance against burying animals on

residential property.

We'll just dump it in this basket and be
on our way.

But I filled the hole in again.

Look, I'll dig it up in the morning and
then you can come back to the door.

Wouldn't think about it, Mr. Jarvis.
We've bothered you enough already.

Charlie and I can take care of it.

Yeah, but I... Don't you worry about a
thing, Mr. Jarvis.

Darling?

Here, you'll need this.

I think our story is further evidence to
support my belief that in cases like

this, there is nothing quite so good as
burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and

not very incriminating. One word of
warning, however. If you take your wife

sea voyage, buy her a round -trip
ticket, no matter what your plans may

Next week, I shall return with a story,
some commercials, and more friendly tips

for happy husbands. Until then, good
night.