All language subtitles for Hitchcock s02e30 The Second Verdict

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I love you.

Will the foreman of the jury please
stand?

Mr. Foreman, has the jury reached a
verdict in this case?

We have, Your Honor.

And do you find the defendant innocent
or guilty of the charge of murder?

We find the defendant innocent.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the
jury.

The defendant is dismissed.

Court adjourned.

I think the good lawyer. The evidence
proved Lou innocent.

And nobody else did.

Okay, let's go home.

Listen,

Murray.

What about your fee?

I'd like to take care of it, huh?

Don't worry about it, Lou.

What I owe, I pay.

Settle later.

Look, why don't you go home, relax, have
a couple of drinks?

Lou, don't drink.

Really? Hmm, funny. Just being a
salesman out in the road now, you don't

it. Or gamble, or anything.

The only vice this guy has made.

Hey, what are you writing, a biography?

Listen, I just want to settle what I owe
you, Counselor.

I'll relax afterwards.

Mr. Osterman's waiting for me, but...
Well, if you'd like to come up to the

office. Great. Great. That's fine with
me.

Oh, you wait in the cab, all right? I'll
just be a couple of minutes.

Don't stop talking to the hacky, you
hear?

Why should I talk to the hacky?

He wears pants, don't he?

Come in, Lou. Sit down. Make yourself
comfortable.

Oh, that's okay. I did a lot of sitting
in court.

Mr.

Murray, about the money I owe you.

Supposing I pay you back 100 bucks a
month. That be okay?

Sure, Lou. Fine. 100 a month.

Some months I'll be able to swing a
little bit more.

You know what it is being a salesman. I
got good months, I got bad months.

There's no urgency, Lou.

Tosterman won't go to the poorhouse if
he makes a payment or two.

I'll, uh...

Sign a paper if you want. That won't be
necessary.

She's beautiful, ain't she?

Huh? Melanie, she's beautiful, huh? Oh,
you're a very lucky man, Lou.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

Except they don't say man.

Oh, what do they say? Lucky dog. That's
what they say.

You know...

I have to watch her every minute, you
know, all the time, even in my own

Somebody will ring the doorbell, and
she'll go to the door wearing a

or that housegoer of hers with the
buttons opened on me.

It don't matter to her, but guys, you
know what I mean? I think so.

Like that kid Freddy, the grocery kid.
He was just making a delivery, and she

went to the door.

I know what the kid thought, seeing her
like that.

I know what they all think.

Well, it was an unfortunate thing, Lou.

Kid made a pass, your wife told you, and
then the next day they find him killed

and robbed. It was a circumstance.

Oh, I get a kind of burn in my head
here.

That's why I don't drink, you see,
because when I drink, it's worse.

Hello. It's over.

Yeah. You're a free man now. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Free.

I killed that kid.

You... Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, I killed him.

I took the money out of his pocket to
make it look like he was mugged.

No, I didn't want the money. I put it in
the poor box at the church on the

corner.

You swear to me you... didn't kill that
boy?

Took the case if I told you the truth,
wouldn't you?

Why are you telling me now?

Because of all the congratulations.

See, I hate guys who think they're
better than other people.

You may not believe this, Rydell, but
I've never defended a guilty man.

Hey, that's the first time for
everything, huh, Constance? I accepted

story. I let you plead innocent.

Yeah, well, what's the difference? You
get your money. Justice. That's the

difference, Rydell. Justice?

Hey, don't worry about justice, Murray.
You don't lose any sleep over that. No

justice in this jungle.

Boydell. What?

You accept me to let you walk out of
here?

Yeah. Forget what you told me? You think
I'm just because you've been acquitted?

You think I'm going to follow the way of
some filing cabinet and mark the case

closed?

You're good enough a choice, Counselor.

came into the office.

Ink was still wet on his law degree, but
I knew the boy had something.

What was it, Papa?

Convictions. It's a rare thing to have,
Karen. Oh, I know, Papa.

Some of us believe what it's convenient
for us to believe.

Oh, we're not dishonest. We're just,
uh... Uh... professional.

That's it, I guess.

Ned has the purity of an amateur.

Oh, Papa, I don't want him that pure.

I don't mind a little corruption.

Well, take the Hardman case.

You told me about it before, Papa.

Here's a boy, 15 years old, brother of a
notorious gangster doing a stretch at

the time.

He was stabbing an old man on the east
side.

I tell you, I wouldn't have given any
lawyer a snowball's chance with a case

like that. Didn't he want the office to
touch it?

But Ned insisted. Why?

Because he believed the boy was
innocent.

He believed.

That's the point. And he proved it to
the jury.

When Tony Hardman got out of the pen, he
was pretty grateful.

Why, he sent Ned a... Ned,
congratulations.

Oh, thank you, Ned.

What kind of a car was it that Tony sent
you, Ned? A foreign, wasn't it? A guy,

English. A hand tool, and he sent it
back. Oh, well, Ned's patriotic. He only

drives what they make in Detroit. Yeah,
the motor had an accident.

You look tired.

Well, I had a little.

Papa's about to tell you what a
brilliant job you did in court, and how

is of you.

Right, Papa?

Hmm.

And I know who's going to do the
congratulating and how she's going to do

Old word. Don't forget the party. I
won't, Papa. Not a party.

What party?

For you, tonight. A victory celebration.

I can do without the cheers.

Yeah? Yeah.

What is this?

Something's bothering you.

Don't you feel well?

It's just after the trial blues, I
guess, that's all. Oh, is that the case

the defense?

I'm afraid so, Your Honor.

I love you, Karen.

Would you have the stenographer please
read that back to the court?

Question. Does the defendant, Edward
Murray, love Miss Karen Osterman?

Answer.

Any kinds of losers, counselor?

Tony, how are you? What are you doing
here? I couldn't shake your mitt in

so I figured I'd wait here in the lobby.

Yeah, I sat in the back pew.

Figured nobody would recognize me in the
back.

Got time for me to buy you a drink,
counselor?

Tony, I'm sorry, but I'm kind of bushed.
I've had a long day.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, how's that Margie?

She's fine.

There's something bugging you, kid?

You got that look.

Why is it a girl?

I don't fool around.

Money.

I got all I need.

Remember what Tony said?

You got troubles. Tony wants to hear
about it. I owe you a favor.

Tony, that was a long time ago. A
favor's a favor. Yesterday, today, or

tomorrow. How is it, brother?

Kid's going to be an architect in about
a year. How do you like that? Great,

great. If it weren't for you, we'd have
been hustling nickels in a pool room.

Now, Tony, I'm happy about the boy, but
you don't owe me anything on his

account. Now, look, kid.

When I do as big a favor for you as what
you've done for me, then I close the

books. Look, Tony, I really have to go.

Why don't you stop by the office some
afternoon?

I don't want to give the place a bad
name.

Come up to the apartment. We'll have a
drink there. When?

Thursday. What time?

Nine o 'clock.

This is a surprise. Come on in.

Thank you. Is Lou home? No. Hey, you
know what time it is?

One o 'clock.

Gee, where'd the morning go?

Oh, Lou went down to Mr.

Fleming's office, his old office. Mr.
Fleming's the sales manager.

Hey, you don't think Lou will have any
trouble getting his old job back, do

I mean, you know how business people
are. I mean, they can't blame Lou, can

they? No, Mrs. Riddell. Oh, you wouldn't
want to sit down?

Gee, I ought to get dressed, but then I
get dressed and I don't have anything to

do. You see, Lou don't like me to work,
and he just likes me to stay home.

Hey, would you like some coffee? No, no,
thanks. Hey, how about a root beer? I

got some root beer in the refrigerator.
Could you sit down and talk to me for a

moment?

Sure. You know, Lou says I'm a lousy
housekeeper, but then I guess he didn't

marry me because I was neat.

Um, Mrs. Heidler, would you mind if I
asked you a few questions?

Sure, go ahead.

Uh, do you mind if I finish my nails? I
was doing my nails.

Go right ahead.

Thanks.

Mrs. Rydell, uh... Before the trial, you
told me that Lou was the jealous type,

didn't you?

Uh -huh.

Was there ever any justification for his
jealousy?

What do you mean?

The delivery boy, Freddy. Lou was
furious about the pass he made at you,

he?

Well, he didn't want to pin any robes on
him.

Did he threaten to harm the boy?

What do you mean, harm?

Hurt him.

Well, he said the kid needed a lesson,
that's all.

What kind of a lesson?

I was slapping him out just to teach him
to keep hands off. That's all.

Mrs. Rydell, the trial's over. Lou is
legally innocent.

And a court can't charge him twice for
the same crime, so you have nothing to

hide. I ain't hiding nothing.

Lou taught that boy a lesson, didn't he,
Mrs. Rydell?

A lesson that killed him.

That's a lie.

What are you trying to pull at me? Lou
murdered that kid, didn't he? He said

You're crazy. Lou never said nothing
like that. That delivery boy was robbed.

Why should Lou rob a delivery boy? He
don't need no delivery boy's nickels or

dimes. Close your coat.

Huh? Close your coat!

Because if you don't, Mrs. Rydell, the
same thing might happen again. So close

it, because I'm not interested.

And keep it closed.

Because Lou might not find some fool
like me to believe he's innocent and

it to a jury.

You stop trying to scare me.

Now button the coat. You can't give me
orders. Button that coat!

I didn't mean nothing like that.

I love Lou.

I love him. Sure you do, miss. This is
Rytel. Why didn't you explain that to

before he killed that kid?

What's the matter?

Hi.

Why is she tearing me?

You know how the joke goes? The husband
forgets a derby and comes home and finds

two derbies.

Are you okay, babe?

I'm all right, Lou.

I was just passing by. And thought you'd
say hello to my wife. That's nice. You

don't get much company.

I got good news, baby.

Saw Fleming today. He said I can start
any time I want. Same territory.

Oh, that's wonderful, Lou.

I guess we got it made, huh, counselor?

That's right, Lou.

We've got it made.

Well, one thing anyway.

You got that coat button for a change.

Sit down, Ed.

Ed, did you go uptown to see Mrs. Rydell
yesterday?

That's right.

Why?

A question?

What question? If there were any
questions to be answered by Mrs. Rydell,

trial was the proper place to ask them.

Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance.

Look, Mr. Osterman, let's not play
games. Murray went uptown to tell my

that the verdict in my case was wrong.
He went up there to scare her by telling

her I was guilty.

Ain't that right, Counselor? Is that the
reason you went, Ned?

Yes.

See, Mr. Osterman, I ought to sue him,
lawyer or no lawyer. Are you out of your

mind accusing your own client after an
acquittal?

One hour after that acquittal.

Lou stood in my office and told me he
actually killed that boy.

Huh? Is that true? What?

Oh, come on now, Mr. Austin. What do I
look, nuts?

Why would anyone do a stupid thing like
that after a jury says freedom? I ought

to be put away if I did anything like
that. Yeah, perhaps we can arrange that

too. Hey, ask him. Ask him the other
reason he went uptown.

That is the only reason.

You saw my wife, Mr. Rossman. She's
beautiful, ain't she?

Well... Yeah, well, that's the other
reason.

Mr. Rydell, Mr. Murray is engaged to my
daughter.

Well, that don't make him no choir boy.

Can't you see he demands a psychopath?

You got no right to persecute me or
chase my wife.

Oh, no, of course not, Mr. Rydell. There
must be some misunderstanding.

I'm sure Mr. Murray has no interest in
your wife. At least that's true, isn't

it? I wouldn't go near his wife if she
were no velvet swing.

It's too dangerous.

Bridell might wait for me some dark
night like he waited for that delivery

I'll sue you, Murray.

Oh, you hear me, Osterman? You don't
stop this kid from talking like he is.

swear I'll sue this whole company for a
suit for slander.

Mr. Murray will apologize.

Yeah, sure. Sure I will. To the state.

For saving his miserable skin, for not
sending him to the chair. Ned!

I don't know what went on in your
office.

I don't know what Rydell said or didn't
say, and I don't care.

But I do know that anything that happens
reflects on this law firm, and Mr.

Rydell was tried in court. Mistried?

You tried the case, you won his
acquittal. That's all I'm concerned

And let me remind you, Ned, in case
you've forgotten, a lawyer hasn't the

any more than a priest does to violate
something told him in confidence by his

client. I also know a lawyer goes into
court to obtain justice.

Are you conducting a class in law, Mr.
Murray?

When I need a refresher course in the
function of the law, I'll go back to law

school.

Meanwhile, I'll run this law firm, the
way I've run it for 25 years.

And that doesn't include betraying a
client's trust or retrying them in

after he's been legally cleared.

Legally, do you understand?

If you won't believe me, maybe the
district attorney will.

Ned! I'll sue you.

Don't kid yourself, I won't.

Who said I'm kidding myself?

I was sleeping.

Oh, at 8 o 'clock?

Well, aren't you going to invite me in,
or is Thursday girl night at the skating

rink? I'm sorry, darling.

A Greek bearing gifts.

Oh, what is it?

It's not a snake. Open it.

Watch.

You're beginning to need a woman, I can
see.

I was saving it, but...

Your birthday isn't for six months, and
it's even longer for Christmas, so...

What'd it cost?

Oh, darling, really, you shouldn't ask
the price of the gift.

Well, I only ask because, uh... I mean,
if you're trying to bribe me, uh... Oh,

am I trying to bribe you? Yeah, I get
that little feeling.

Oh, I see.

What's, um... What about, uh... What
about my old sex appeal?

That might be more effective.

Shall I try?

What can you lose?

Well?

I guess I'm fireproofed.

Want a drink?

You. Father.

Did you really whistle at each other?

I'd love to have been there.

Sure.

Ringside, huh? The best seats?

Don't you feel silly fighting with poor
Daddy over some idiotic salesman?

The whole thing amuses you, doesn't it?

You don't expect me to take it
seriously, do you?

I do.

Oh, darling.

Now, what's that mean?

That means...

Of course you take it seriously.

And I do understand.

I honestly do, Nan.

But... Oh, dear. Why just now?

When everything was going so
beautifully, I mean, why spoil things

Exactly what am I spoiling?

Do I have to spell it out?

Yeah, letter by letter.

You haven't even said you liked your
pipe.

It's a beautiful pipe. Exactly what am I
spoiling, Karen?

Oh, for heaven's sake. Suppose that
awful man did kill that boy.

Yes. Well, what I mean... Of course he
ought to be punished.

But why must you feel that it's your
special duty to see that he is?

Because I am responsible for Lou
Rydell's being set free. That's why.

Must you feel so responsible?

Apparently.

I'd put some lemon in here.

Thank you.

Have you gone to the district attorney?

I'm going tomorrow.

And I can't make you change your mind?

I don't think so, darling.

Even if I try, I... I wouldn't like you
to try.

Oh, I don't understand you.

The whole thing seems very simple to me.

Why must you be so obstinate, Ned?

Oh, is that what your father says it is?

I'll tell you what else father says if
you're interested. I'd like to hear it.

Oh, he said that if you go to the
district attorney tomorrow, you can find

yourself another law firm to work for.

What about his daughter?

What did she say?

About what?

Do I find myself another daughter, too?

Not yet.

How long have I got?

A little longer.

Did daddy tell you to say that, too?

No, Daddy didn't tell me to say that,
Counselor.

I make up my own speeches.

Karen, Karen, wait. Please, wait. I've
obviously waited too long, Mr. Murray.

Now listen to me.

Now listen to me. It won't come off.
I'll nail it.

Hey, Counselor, you left a little in the
bottle.

Tony, I'm drunk.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was invited, remember?

I came to get that drink, but it looks
like you've got a head start.

I had a tough day.

Yeah.

That's a nice pipe.

Yeah.

I owe you a drink.

Yeah, well, forget about the drinks.

I'll fix us a nice pot of hot coffee.
Good idea.

Yeah.

Come on. Put your feet up there.

After I fix the coffee, I'll come back
and then we'll talk about what made it a

rough day, huh?

Why did he have to tell me? Why couldn't
he keep his mouth shut?

Barks.

What if the doc called it compulsion?

Maybe you think I'm making too much of
it, too, huh?

Osterman does.

Karen does.

Sure. Forget it.

Just a small legal error.

I mean, after all, there were more
killers in the streets than there are in

death house.

Oh.

I can't fix the world?

All right.

All right, maybe I should.

It's wise, it's prudent.

But somehow I can't.

It sticks in my craw.

Tony, my father was a lawyer, too.

And he had a friend, Judge Lincoln
Arthur. Yeah, that's right, the same

Saddle -Lou Rydell's trial.

Well, they loved the law, Tony.

Well, not the law just as a system of
punishments, but as the only idea of

justice we have.

I don't know, maybe as a boy I...

I listened to my father and Judge Arthur
too long. I don't know.

Yeah, I know.

Everybody got to respect something.

With me, the law is... Cops.

When they catch you, that's the law.

You can't nail this right now on
nothing, huh?

No. Double jeopardy. One trial or a
customer.

That's the way it is in the books.

with being a lawyer.

You gotta be legal.

Oh, me?

I ain't legal.

What do you mean?

Hey, counselor, why don't you call up
the house one night? And Margie will fix

us a nice big dinner. Tony. And we'll
open a bottle of wine, huh?

What did you mean by what you just said?

Look, in my business, we don't have
double jeopardy.

If I front a guy and he goes wrong,
there's no law that says I gotta lay off

him because I made a mistake the first
time, see?

I'll take care of everything.

You got a free night to come up and
we'll put on the feedback.

Tony, wait.

What is it, kid?

Where you going?

Home.

Margie's got the dinner on the stove.

You got...

Why don't you get some shut -eye?

You go to the office in the morning and
tell the old man everything's going to

be all right. No mess.

You're not going to hear anything from
this Rydell anymore.

As a matter of fact, this Rydell kind of
disappeared.

Disappeared?

They took a boat somewhere.

A slow boat.

For his health.

Mind if I bust in a minute, Ned? Of
course not, H .A. Paper says rain.

We can use some out in the country.

I did a little soul -searching last
night.

Man gets out of practice with all that
sort of stuff, you know.

You know, forgets first principles and
all that.

You go to the DA, Ned.

Don't let anything I said yesterday stop
you.

It's just my arteriosclerosis.

If you think going to the DA is the
right thing to do, you go ahead and do

You mean that, H .E.? Stick with your
convictions. That's what counts.

Thanks, H .E. I appreciate it.

But, uh... I'm not going to the D .A.

What?

You were positively right.

I wouldn't have accomplished anything
that would have sputtered the firm.

You mean you've changed your mind?

Well, that or... Or my principles.

Well, that does put a different color on
the horse, doesn't it?

I can't say that I'm not relieved.

In any case, you would have had to prove
that Rydell perjured himself, and we

both know what those chances would have
been. That's right, H .E. So you can

relax now.

Of course, I hate to see a fellow like
Rydell get away with it.

Yeah, sure.

But we'll leave it to Providence and see
that he's punished.

Of course, you know that Karen was
pretty upset.

She didn't sleep a wink, poor kid.

She thinks you're mad at her.

I'm not mad at anybody, H .E., not
anymore.

She gave me a message for you. Yes?

She said, tell Ned I still can't get the
ring off.

Well, you tell her to stop trying, H .E.

Give her a call, won't you, Ned?

She'll be very unhappy.

If it doesn't rain, I might get in a
round of golf this afternoon.

I knew they hung up.

What do you mean they hung up? You said
alone. Didn't they answer?

Oh, cut it out, Lou. Maybe it was a
wrong number. Maybe it was some kid

around with his phone. How should I
know?

The, uh... Maybe it was a signal, huh?
Look at me when I'm talking to you.

it was a signal, huh?

What do you mean a signal? I said hello.

What kind of a signal is a hello? How
about a home you answer?

Stupid.

Lately, we, uh...

You get a lot of wrong numbers.

How come they dial us all the time?

Are you nuts?

One lousy wrong number? Why don't you
get the phone shut off if you're so

suspicious?

I got a better idea, baby.

Why don't I just shut it off myself?

Then why is it now on sweetheart they
got special rates for two times?

Why don't you just lock me up and
swallow the key, huh? Go ahead.

Lock me up like I was in prison or
something while you're out on the road.

That's what you're waiting for, huh?

Waiting for me to go out on the road. My
first road trip so you can be alone.

I ought to break your neck.

Just like I broke that kid's.

What do you mean?

What kid?

What kid?

What kid do you think I mean?

I told you nothing happened.

Just the wrong number, that's all.

Nothing ever happens. You walk around
advertising yourself. Look at yourself.

There's stuff I make up and stick in my
head here, huh?

Hey, why don't I open up the window so
everybody can see and you can put on

own little show, okay? Why don't I do
that, huh?

It's Mr.

Murray to see you, Judge.

Ned? Oh, have him come in, Hilda.

Oh,

I don't know.

You need a date, baby. Keep it.

Please, Lou, I didn't make no date.

Ignore him.

What is this story of yours? A parable?

A riddle, Judge. A legal riddle.

Well, let's see if I can state it for
you.

A criminal lawyer defends somebody
against a murder charge and does it

successfully. He's convinced of his
client's innocence and that helps him

the acquittal. Then after the verdict,
he discovers his client is guilty.

That's right.

Was it on evidence that has appeared in
the trial? Evidence he has

misinterpreted or...

Concealed unknowingly?

No, it was a confession.

And how does he obtain this confession?

It was given him, unsolicited by his
client.

Are there any witnesses to this
confession?

No, and when he's confronted with it in
front of another person, he denies it

completely.

I see.

This is not a legal riddle you're
asking, Ned.

It's an ethical riddle.

If you were that lawyer, Judge, what
would you do?

I were that lawyer.

Well, I imagine at first I'd be
outraged.

I'd feel I'd helped to cheat justice.

I'd feel like storming into the district
attorney's office and exposing myself

and the murderer. And then later...

Later.

I'd feel only pity.

Pity?

Pity for a man like Rydell? Are you
talking about Lou Rydell?

Yes. And he told you that he murdered
that grocery boy?

He felt he was safe enough. He knew he
couldn't be indicted twice.

A very rational thought to justify an
irrational act.

What? Isn't it possible the man is
mentally ill?

He kills a boy for putting an arm around
his wife.

Then he confesses when there's no need
to confess.

He's dangerous, and he'll do it again.
If a man just looks at his wife, it'll

an excuse for another murder.

If Rydell had been found guilty... Then
he'd be where he belongs, in a death

house.

I was the judge at the trial. It was my
prerogative to pass the sentence, Ned,

not yours.

It was first -degree murder. But there
is no automatic death sentence.

I can't tell you anything official about
what my sentence might have been.

But if evidence concerning Rydell's
mental condition had been submitted, it

possible a jury would have found him
criminally insane.

And in that case, I couldn't possibly
have given him the death sentence.

I think...

I would have remanded him to a state
institution for the criminally insane.

Then you wouldn't have sent him to the
chair?

No.

The chair would not have been the
justice that Rydell deserves.

I... I must go, Judge.

Are you all right?

Yes, I am.

I have an appointment. I have to hurry.

You're not upset by something I said.

No, no.

There's somebody I have to see first.

Go at 20 -30, one character, as fast as
you can make it.

Tom, Tom Bailey.

What's happened?

We got a dying man in there.

My mistake.

Dead man.

for the books, huh?

Tony Hardeman, getting it from a jealous
husband.

And you know who plugged him?

An ex -client of yours.

He says Tony was after his wife.

Where is he?

Right down the stairs.

He won't beat the rap this time.

Where do you think you're going,
Counselor?

Upstairs. What for?

He's entitled to a lawyer, isn't he?

He don't need a lawyer.

He needs a straight jacket.

That's what I intend to prove in court.

That concludes our story.

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As we learn this evening, the law of
double jeopardy protects the criminal

having to face the same charge.

more than once.

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