All language subtitles for Hitchcock s02e20 Anyone For Murder

Good evening.

I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to
earth.

I know not where.

I think the burned arrow has long been
underrated as a weapon.

Aesthetically, it is far superior to the
revolver and can be just as effective

without any unseemly powder burns.

There is no danger of the victim
suffering from lead poisoning, and it

no silencer. In fact, if it is used
properly, the entire weapon

is a silencer. Of course, one must be
careful. The bow and arrow can be very

dangerous when in the wrong hands.

Cupids, for example.

This type of weapon does not figure in
tonight's story.

Our tale is about a college professor
engaged in a most unusual research

project. It combines love, marriage,
psychology and murder,

all in one tidy package.

A package which we shall open in just 60
seconds.

Classified advertising.

How do you want to egg this morning?

Oh, uh, once over.

Classified personals, yes, this is
Boxholder 2618. My ad wasn't in the

this morning.

The manager?

Yes, this is Boxholder 2618, and my ad
was... What do you mean you want to see

me? I don't have time to...

Yes, well, let's keep in touch.

What was that called?

Oh, more departmental work, staff
meeting.

Sometimes I think you're running a
business instead of teaching psychology.

College education is a business.

Yes, but a businessman who works as hard
as you do makes more than you do. Ah,

but I enjoy it more.

When we go away on your sabbatical
leave... Oh, it's been postponed.

Again? Yes, I have a project I have to
finish before we leave.

Oh, I see.

And I've been running around trying to
finish all the odds and ends and things.

Sorry, dear.

But it's always something.

Three years of delay.

Four years.

Four years.

I even found someone to take over my
presidency at the Faculty Club

I promise.

Right after this project is over.

You didn't eat your eggs.

Not hungry.

Why not?

People get hungry or not hungry.

Well, there must be a reason.

Why? Well, that's a strange question for
a psychology professor to ask. Why?

Because you're the one who always says
there's a reason for everything.

That's why.

Just not hungry.

You've been working too hard.

You've been working hard for a long
time. Too long.

Darling, I'm going to be late.

So will I.

For what?

Lots of things.

Civic committee meeting. You know.

Well, if you hurry, I'll drop you
uptown.

Classified manager, please.

Yes, this is Boxholder 2618.

We were cut off.

What for?

The police.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

In half an hour.

Ready?

Oh, will you tell your secretary where
you'll be today?

In case I need you.

Don't I always?

James, I'm not kicking on you. It's just
that I love you.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course. Love.

Hold all my calls.

I'm sorry to inconvenience you, Mr...
Well, I suppose box number 2618 sounds a

little impersonal, doesn't it?

I'm James Parkerson.

I'm Connolly, the editor. This is
Lieutenant Barker of Homicide, Mr.

Dr. Parkerson.

O .M .D.? A Ph .D. Now, I'm dean of the
psychology department of the university.

Sit down, Dr. Parkerson.

This is a rather strange advertisement
for a man in your position to put in the

paper, Doctor.

Well, that's a research project.

I'm sorry, I have a cop's mind.

I go by a series of facts.

This ad says some mighty strange things.

How so?

Are you hopelessly tied to your marriage
partner?

Perhaps there is one ultimate solution
to your problem.

All correspondence kept strictly
confidential.

Write box 2618.

Yes, the...

Part about being hopelessly married?

No.

About there being one ultimate solution.

You meant divorce?

Murder. I beg your pardon? You offer to
kill and brazenly come out and say it? I

offer nothing.

I... I ask a question and offer
suppositions.

I just wanted to find out if more
husbands and wives were capable of

each other.

As a homicide detective, I could have
told you in ten minutes and given you a

book on the subject.

I have books, hundreds of them.

None of them discloses what I wish to
know.

That married people kill each other.

The fact isn't a state secret.

That more husbands and wives would kill
each other if they could have someone

else do it for them.

You're inciting them. I'm revealing
them.

These are the letters that came from
just one run of your ad.

Oh, yes, sir.

This one rejects divorce.

Says that if I'm a divorce lawyer
soliciting business, they're not

This one is most unusual.

Reveals nothing.

Simply states a time and place of
meeting.

You're playing a dangerous game, Doctor.

Is it valuable to know when the mind is
just beginning to contemplate violence?

No textbook tells you accurately. Is it
important to know if there's a common

denominator for the need to murder?

Where do you learn it? On the couches of
psychiatric consultation?

Not at all.

In the crucible of experience.

In the moment of passionate need.

In that terrible moment of truth when
all things are revealed as they

happen. My paper will not run your ad
any longer.

Why not? It's against our editorial
policy to advertise murder.

As you wish.

What will you do, Doctor?

Well, I plan to keep my first
appointment at the time and place

And when they find out you're not a
professional killer, they might turn

you for having revealed themselves.

Well, then I won't be the first
scientist who's sacrificed himself for

My paper absolves itself completely of
any responsibility.

If you're murdered, we want you to
clearly understand it's your fault, not

You can have our protection if you want
it. No, no, no. It'll just make me

nervous.

I'll call you after every interview and
report the, uh, danger.

Fine. Well, I have an appointment,
gentlemen.

If it isn't an invasion of privacy, with
whom?

I haven't the vaguest idea.

How will you find him?

Oh, he'll recognize me. He wants me to
go to a certain bar and keep untying and

retying my shoelace until he shows up.

And you must admit, There aren't many
people who look like that anymore.

Yes, sir?

Scotch.

Yes, sir.

Soda or water?

Water.

Hey. Have those people at that back
table been asking for me?

Who are you?

Yeah, well, that's beside the point.

Does that mean anything to you?

Does what mean anything?

My tying and untying my shoe.

It means you like it.

Nothing else?

Maybe he didn't tie it very good in the
first place.

Well, tying and untying my shoelace
wasn't too practical.

Get your own girl, you lousy peeping
Tom.

I see you unparried that night.

Why didn't you talk to me in the bar?

Oh, I'm a very cautious man.

We could talk while we ride in my car.

In your ad, what did you mean by one
ultimate solution?

If you thought I meant divorce, why
didn't you seek out a lawyer?

Then you did mean murder.

I also am a very cautious man.

Fine.

Let's see now, a euphemism.

Shall we call it permanent cancellation?

Whatever you're comfortable with, Mr.
Bingham. Bingham, Bingham, Mr. Bingham.

What is it you want?

How much would you charge to, shall I
say, cancel my wife?

Ten thousand dollars.

Is that your usual fee?

Like many professions, I charge what I
think the client can afford.

Ergo demonstratum.

Well, now, let's see the next step. How
would you go about it?

All the details?

Oh, no. Oh, good.

No, just generalizations.

I consider the details.

Those are the secrets of your
profession.

We would arrange your alibi.

I would cancel your wife at that time.
You would not be involved.

Very simple.

Then it should work, Professor
Puckerson.

How did you find out?

The police told me. The police?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I was the one
who brought your advertisement to their

attention, you know.

Why? Well, I wanted them to find out
just who you were as a public service

and being a cooperative citizen.

They told me.

Well, since you know who I am, why did
you seek out my help?

Tell me, how many responses did you get
to that ad?

20? Some of them actually implied they
wanted to murder their husbands or

You a psychologist?

I will pay you $500 for every client you
bring to me who wants his or her

spouse disposed of.

For blackmail? For murder.

You're insane.

It's a business, sir. It's a business.

And like many businesses, it's also a
public service.

Besides, I would never murder anybody
that wasn't going to be killed anyway.

Madness. Let me out. Oh, no, no, no.
Just think of the advantages to your

profession. Just think of the knowledge
you would gain.

You'll have a veritable Kinsey report of
homicide.

Never. Absolutely never.

Well, here we are.

Back at your favorite bar.

Oh, Professor.

My office number.

Call me when you're ready.

Very nice to have met you, sir.

Dr.

Parkinson's office.

Hello, Mary. I won't be in today.

Have Dr. Adams take over my seminar and
cancel my staff meeting and...

Oh, yes, yes. If my wife calls... She
did call, Doctor.

Did she leave a number?

No, Doctor. She said she'd be moving
around too much for you to reach her.

I really must leave.

You always... I would like to remind you
that when we first met... Don't say it.

Oh, but I must remind you.

You were the one that said, no demands
must be made, no strings attached.

Well, I changed my mind six months ago.

But I hadn't.

You love me.

I enjoy your company for these few hours
each day.

You hate your husband.

I never said that.

Well, you dislike him then.

Oh, I never said that either.

Well, you certainly can't like him very
much if you...

See me this afternoon?

I really must go.

Why?

I have to shop for dinner.

Who is he?

My husband.

What makes you think the last name I
gave you isn't my real name?

Doris Dervish?

Don't probe, please.

You're ashamed of him.

Well, that's not important one way or
the other.

I'll find out someday.

I warn you, if you ever try, if you ever
follow me, we're through. How

can I? You arrive walking, you leave
walking. You said you'd take a cab and a

train both ways.

How can I follow you?

You can't.

You're too confident.

Isn't seeing each other pleasant enough?

It was.

Was?

What do you mean, was?

I'm cutting it off. I'm through. It's
over. We're finished.

But why?

Tell me.

You want to be with me. Why should you
leave?

Because we have nothing.

We're not together. We're not apart.

We're not in love and we're not out of
love.

But there's no other way.

Please, don't ruin what we have by being
angry and petulant.

There's you and...

I love you for what you are, and there's
my husband, and I like him for what he

is. And you're both different.

No.

But there's no other way.

If you weren't married... I've told you.

I couldn't divorce him. I just couldn't.

There are other ways.

What do you mean?

Oh, no, no. Nothing like that.

I... Lose both of you.

You'd be caught and I'd lose you and my
husband and I'd have nothing.

It won't involve me or you.

I told you. No, no, no.

Just him.

Just him and a total stranger named Box
2618.

White, um... Carnation?

I saw your ad.

Sit down.

Arizona Aluminum is up this morning?

Yes, indeed it is.

So is Intercom Mutual.

Looks like a good market day.

Get to the point, sir.

There's the point.

Well, I'm new at this kind of thing.
What kind of thing?

Your ad.

You must tell me, what did it mean?

Exactly what it said.

Are you a lawyer soliciting business?

Never. It's unethical to solicit legal
business.

Then you did mean... Permanent
cancellation of one's spouse?

I suppose.

Murder is nothing that's approximately,
almost, sort of, kind of.

One is either dead or one isn't. It's so
easy for someone like yourself to say.

It is a terrible marriage?

Terrible. Miserable.

How old is she?

Thirty -ish, but beautiful.

Lovely brown hair.

Translucent skin, blue eyes.

And you hate her enough to want to see
her dead?

Not her, him.

Him.

Whom? Her husband.

You speak of yourself in the third
person?

I'm not her husband. He is.

Who?

I don't know.

Well, that poses a problem.

I know.

It has to me for six months.

It's maddening.

I hate him. He stands in the way.

A silent blob of an obstacle, but he
must be overcome.

Wherever he is and whoever he is.

And, uh, her name?

I don't know her last name. We made one
up just for fun.

Uh, her first name, then.

Doris.

Arizona aluminum isn't up very high this
morning.

I beg your pardon?

You're right about Intercom Mutual.

Please help me.

You don't give me very much to go on.

I don't know him, just her.

But you know her well, don't you?

Yes.

Closely?

We must be sure.

We must begin with what we know. Who and
what she is. I want you to give me

every detail that you can about her.

That way I can go from that to pick up
leads on her husband. But be explicit.

Because if you make one mistake, I might
wind up killing the wrong man.

Well, she's five foot four and a half.

I gather she went to state college and
graduated as a psychology major.

Beautiful figure.

And she's got a mole about here.

That's all. Thank you.

That's all?

I don't need any more.

No, I... I have an idea what her husband
is like.

You do?

Generally, he's a fool.

A blind, self -centered, egocentric
fool.

A man so... Self -absorbed, he doesn't
even know what's going on.

Tell me, does a man like that deserve
such a wonderful woman?

It's not for me to say.

Does he deserve to live?

Depends on how much you can pay me.

If you're successful.

Cash in advance?

Five thousand dollars.

Half in advance.

You hate a man that you haven't even
met?

Kill him? I love her.

I want her at any price.

And she feels that way about you.

She's powerless.

She can't resist me.

She's hypnotized by me.

I want you to write out a detailed
description of everything that she's

done that identifies her clues to her
past and present life.

If you think hard.

You'll find that she's revealed a great
deal of herself.

More than you realize.

I'll contact you by telephone tomorrow
at 10 a .m.

Don't you want the money?

No. I'm sure you'll pay, sir.

In full.

Victim. A client?

Victim.

Something so...

Obscene, it must be obliterated. I
gather you are personally involved. I

personally. What difference does it
make?

A victim is a victim, a cause is a
cause, and I have a cause.

I want a... You want to have revenge.

Yes. Not to eliminate someone else for
your own happiness, just to have your

revenge. I want someone destroyed. I
want him dead within a week.

Well, I'll need details.

Yes.

Well...

I find this hard to say.

My wife's... Your wife's very good
friend.

A strutting peacock.

I can't breathe while he's alive.

He's ruined my marriage.

Annihilated him. Wiped him from the face
of the earth.

Coffee? Yes, coffee.

No, no. Who wants coffee now?

I am sorry, but I can't do it.

I recognize the need for people like
yourself. If we succeed, I might go into

business with you. You have a function.

Yes. I mean, you bring happiness and
joy.

Oh, no, no, no. You're much too erratic
for any such business. Oh, no, no. Only

when I'm involved like this.

Could you survive the knowledge that you
had done it? Of course.

Then you kill him.

Now, I think that you lack the one thing
that would protect you from the horror

of your deed.

What's that?

Insanity, madness.

You're not mad.

Oh, yes. You're bereft to reason at the
moment, but you're not insane.

No, no, no.

And in the stillness of remembrance, you
will recall the death.

So you must be sure, you must be
absolutely sure.

that this man is the primary cause, the
sole cause of your misery.

And only his death will make you happy
again.

But you murder!

Oh!

Well,

society gives me the chance to use it
for social reasons, don't you see? The

world is full of such people, even in
perfectly legitimate functions.

Now, you see, I never become involved
with any of my victims. Oh, no, no.

It's a business, devoid of passion,
containing neither violated love or

unfulfilled vengeance.

Now, I don't feel hated or reviled.

No, no. And if I'm ever captured, it
won't be a personal attack by the

but the failure of a business
enterprise.

You're right.

I must be sure. I will be sure.

And when I am sure...

I'm always open for business.

24 hours a day.

I still don't seem to be able to find my
arrow.

It's too bad, because I was planning to
use it to break our stations.

Now they shall have to do that
themselves.

After they are broken, we shall continue
with our story of life among the

intellectuals.

Cated steel is up.

Yes, yes.

You got the description I asked you to
write out?

Really?

She said that?

Heavens.

Never allow a woman to act like that
with me.

This is different.

Absolutely different.

Different from what?

This doesn't sound like a man who
dominated a woman.

I wouldn't say that.

This sounds like a woman who dominated a
man.

Her husband.

Her husband is barely mentioned.

She dominated you.

Never. She called the turns.

Don't make a scene.

She dictated the terms from the
beginning.

I'll call the police. Don't involve
yourself.

You're fired.

I'm sorry.

You can't fire me.

I don't want to go through with this.

If you do not have to pay one cent, will
you agree?

Not pay you?

I've, uh...

I've taken a personal interest in the
case.

No money at all. I guarantee success and
a dead body. Even justice.

Justice, my friend.

A rare commodity hardly come by these
days.

And free.

Why are you doing all this for me?

I feel that men such as her husband
should get what they deserve.

Right. Absolutely right.

You're great.

You're the most rational human being
I've ever met.

You're so logical.

Just one condition.

You'll have to get her away from the
house.

I don't know where she lives.

I'll give you the address.

Once I locate it, from then on, you'll
have to do exactly as I say.

And I won't have to do anything else?

Not a thing.

Once you do exactly as I say, everything
else will take care of itself.

were right to send me back.

I know.

Coffee hot?

Quite.

Sugar? One.

I want a victim.

I want to stand over it and know that
I'm alive.

And it is dead and finished. Your hand
is steady.

Your voice has lost that petulant rage.

I know.

Are you completely convinced that this
is what you want?

I've been plotted against.

I've been maneuvered. I've been
manipulated.

I've been made to feel stupid and weak
all by one person.

Doctor.

Tell me.

What is there in your science that can
cure you?

What therapy is there you could use?

Nothing.

No words, no talk.

Just a quick death.

Why did you put that ad in the paper?

What do you care?

Do your job.

Who is it?

Mr. Biggin.

Good evening. Your husband suggested if
I... Yes, he told me you'd be by.

Come in. Thank you.

I hope this isn't an inconvenient time
for me to drop in.

Yes, it is.

But he wanted it, and he always gets his
way. Oh, is he here?

Unfortunately, he leaves these things up
to me.

Always. Well, I assure you it won't take
very long.

But he can't. I have to go out.

Well, how soon?

Half an hour.

Oh, this is a lovely, lovely house.

Oh, would you care to show me the room
now?

Yes, it's right over... Thank you.

Are you sure you have no preference for
its redecoration?

None. Oh, well, he told me that you
always wanted to reconvert it from its

present rather drab decor.

He always agrees.

Too late.

Oh, I didn't know there was a conflict.

Well, there is.

Would you please hurry?

I'll do it as fast as I can, but he
insisted that I discuss it with you.

All right.

It won't take long to tell you what it
is we need.

He wanted a study.

I wanted a family room.

We have no family.

But a room with that... quality and...
Look at

it.

Oh, yes.

Barren.

Sterile. Empty.

A retreat.

A place to keep away from me.

Oh, there's not even a phone.

And these... These walls.

I used to shout at him and ask him to
come out and talk to me.

And later he...

He'd say he hadn't heard me. Well,
nothing much will have to be ripped out,

it? Just all these acoustical tiles.

Ah, he's right. He finally understands.

This has all got to come out. It's got
to go.

I said to him once, either that room
goes or I do.

I do believe, madam, he has made a
choice.

You weren't wearing those when you came
in.

Oh,

why couldn't he save me himself?

Long as he hated me.

This room.

He wanted this room to hate me.

That's it.

Three years.

For three years he's hated me.

Are you trying to kill me because you're
a friend of his?

Now, you listen.

I know you're not a friend of his.

You're being paid to do this.

It was all arranged, wasn't it?

Well, if he hates me so much, if he
wants me dead...

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

I'll pay you more if you just go away
and leave me alone.

I won't tell.

Why would I dare?

I came back to stop it. Oh, not for you.

For myself.

I... I couldn't stand it.

I won't ask forgiveness.

Not after what you did.

You wanted to kill me!

No, wait!

Stay away from me.

You hired him.

Well, I do suppose that's a way of
breaking our agreement.

But why both of us?

Well, one witness is no threat to him.
His word against one person. But two

witnesses.

Both must be killed.

I'll offer him money.

No, no, it's too late.

Why did you start this whole thing?

Why did you go to that man?

Well, why did you hide yourself in your
hateful room? Why did you hide yourself

in your hateful mind?

Well, I never tried to kill you. Well,
your lover did.

Oh, if we could just draw those shades.

Well, I never knew he did.

But you wanted me dead.

Only when I found out that you wanted me
dead, too.

I... The master light switch in the
kitchen.

I didn't.

But now I couldn't hate you more.

Well, you have to stay alive to hate me.

If he sees us move together, he can
anticipate our plan.

You forget all the good things I did?

Well, it's very difficult to remember.
Yes, but... Not just...

Opposite directions.

In that way, he won't know which of us
to take first. He'll have to come in.

But I could be killed and you'd live.

Well, I could be killed and you'd live.

Then one of us would sacrifice his life
for the other.

That's love, isn't it?

No, move toward the couch.

Thank you for listening.

You'll wait for me to appear again.

Show your hand on the couch as if you're
going to rise, and then throw something

at the other picture window.

Doris?

Doris, go back to the soundproof room.

I've killed her husband.

Assuming he's married.

But that wasn't the plan.

What are you doing here? Well, he told
me to come here and get you before he

killed your husband.

Are you going to kill yourself?

He's your husband?

I had planned to have you murdered and
then trap him, but I couldn't do it.

Even though I knew you wanted to kill
me. It was just the way you wanted it. I

never knew it. Never.

It was the easiest way out. Only now
we're in a real mess. He has to be

But won't that make it much worse?

No.

I'll tell the police that I struggled
with the murderer after he shot your

husband.

How did this all start?

It was an experiment. I put an ad in the
paper saying that I'd kill husbands and

wives for each other. I thought more
would do it if someone would do it for

them. Were you right?

Was I?

Give me the gun.

What do you want it for?

Well, you won't have to be here.

I'll tell the police that he killed the
dead man.

He put the gun down, I was frightened,
and I shot him.

That way you'll be free.

You call me at home?

You love me? Well, how else can I prove
it unless I risk my life for you?

Nothing means anything to you, does it?

Give me the gun. I'll kill myself.

You fool.

Because I loved you.

Not you.

You. Look, this is no time for quarrels.
Now shoot him and call me the moment

the police get here.

You come back here or I'll shoot you.

How dare you try to kill my husband? How
dare you? You, you vile man.

I thought you loved me.

You adored me.

If I want my husband killed, I'll kill
him myself.

But after everything we meant to each
other.

Nothing. It was just adolescent fantasy.

But you hated him.

No. I was angry with him. I just wanted
to hurt him. You let him know.

No, you let him know.

I'm sorry to discuss this in front of
you, but the whole thing leaves me no

alternative.

What do you plan to do?

Call the police, tell them the truth
that you broke into our house and killed

that man.

Right. But you were mad about me. You
are now.

You don't understand about husbands and
wives quarrels.

You don't understand about wives.

The happiness I had with you.

I had with him.

But the happiness I had with him, I
could never have with you.

Operator?

Get me the police.

I want to report a murder.

I shot a second arrow into the air,
hoping it would lead me to the first.

Now I've lost the second one too.

I think I shall abandon the sport.

It's giving me a headache.

One final word about our play.

The authorities were finally able to
determine precisely who did what to whom

and to mete out punishment accordingly.

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