All language subtitles for Hitchcock s03e07 The McGregor Affair

Good evening.

Appearances to the contrary. This is not
a hip flask for scotch whiskey.

These are bagpipes.

I understand that the inventor of the
bagpipes was inspired when he saw a man

carrying an indignant asthmatic pig
under his arm.

Unfortunately, the man -made music has
never equalled the purity of sound

achieved by the pig.

Two of the characters in tonight's story
are people who actually lived during

the 19th century.

These two made a large number of
contributions to science.

And science returned the favor.

And now a word from a laddie who wants
you to buy his product so that he can

continue making trips to those Bonnie,
Bonnie banks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, yes, sir. We drop just a small drop.

Wash the soup kettle.

I love.

I do it quiet.

I need my mess.

Aggie love, spring's coming. Did you
know that?

Outside, it's pretty.

Wouldn't it be nice, wouldn't it be
nice, oh, Aggie love, to go strolling

the way we used to do?

Spring's coming, Aggie.

Time to get out of bed. Time for the two
of us to go strolling among the heather

and the gorse.

I wish you wouldn't sleep so much.

Wish you'd get out of that bed more.

Go out, go outside.

You've not been outdoors for two years,
Aggie.

Always drunk.

You never talk to me anymore. I got
nobody to talk to except myself.

And half the time I don't know what to
say.

Ethan?

No, Gregor.

I say it myself.

And then I don't know what to say after
that.

She might as well not be here.

Oh,

Alyssa McGregor, it's not a thing to say
at all.

Just remember what a wee, lovely thing
she was.

Listen, John McGregor.

You break your back hauling tonbuck for
Mr. Burke, for the cobbler, Mr. Burke,

and most of the money you make goes for
whiskey, for Aggie.

That tries your patience, it does.

Evening, Mr. Hare.

Good evening, Mr. Burke.

How did the cobbling go?

It's done.

Spring is here, Mr. Burke.

Have you noticed that?

Aye. And spring is always a busy season.

New students at the medical museum.

And such a need for tan bark.

Aye.

Mr. Hare?

Mr. Burke.

Come in, come in, McGregor.

All ready for you.

It was not too heavy.

Oh, not at all, not at all. The last
load of tonne buck I carried to the

seemed heavier than most. Well, it was a
larger order than most.

What's the laughing?

I saw you talking to Mr. Hayer.

And? Oh, the things they say about Mr.

Hayer.

Such as?

He's a resurrectionist.

Robbing the graveyard to sell to medical
schools.

Oh?

Even worse.

Tell me.

He said there's those who walk into his
hotel and never walk out again.

Well, maybe they found the home,
McGregor.

Aye, there's a thought.

Good night, Mr. Burke.

John McGregor, you're a burdened man.

Burden man, McGregor.

Nobody to tell it to how fine the spring
night is.

Except for a drunk heap of a wife.

No joy.

Wouldn't it be a good thing now?

If things was different.

My dear MacGregor, here, let me give you
a hand. Oh, thank you, Doctor.

Feels like a nice load you're getting
tonight.

Good, good.

Ask you a question, Doctor?

Certainly.

Why do you use so much stone, Park?

We spread it around.

Oh, I see.

I'll say goodnight to you, Doctor. A
moment, MacGregor.

Aye. A little thing for your trouble.

Thank you, Doctor.

You're a good man.

All right, my lads. Let's get this
inside.

Kendall.

Mail.

Approximately 45.

Wouldn't you say, Beckham?

Much nearer 40. Perhaps not even that.

It's on them.

I agree.

Why do you say that, Beckham?

Emaciation from lack of food, the
ravages of liquor, all surface

that.

I agree.

Doctor, there's a bruise on his throat.
Look close.

Young sir, what are you after?

There's been so much talk of how bodies
are obtained for us to dissect here at

the medical school.

Therefore... Young sir, what are you
after?

Well, surely we should not condone
murder as a source of supply.

Young sir, you have not answered my
question.

When I asked you what you are after, I
mean, is it to be a physician?

Yes, sir. Aren't knowledgeable in your
profession?

Yes, sir.

Then admit, sir, that the study of the
anatomical structure of the human body

a prime requisite. Of course.

I agree.

And since the supply of bodies is not
provided for by the government, we must

find our own source.

A simple bruise of the cricoid cartilage
does not necessarily imply murder, now

does it?

No murder was committed here.

I agree.

And why do you agree, Mr. John Lee?
Well, Dr. Knox, it is said from London

to here that you're the finest teacher
in the field of anatomical studies.

And those who study with you are assured
a future.

Not necessarily, Mr. John Lee.

Well, I only meant, sir... Post on the
board, Becker. There will be a

demonstration tomorrow morning.

Gross anatomical dissection for the new
students.

Will someone buy my matches?

Will someone pretty... Oh, McGregor.

McGregor, now, would you buy a match,
you poor Elsie Muldoon?

Oh, now, wait.

Wait a bit.

You know I haven't sold a match in
longer than who knows what. You know

And you with all that whiskey there.

There being a bit of chill in the air.

You know what I was thinking, McGregor.

And we wouldn't need no matches either.

What you say to that, McGregor? I'll be
saying goodnight, Elsie.

Will someone buy my matches?

Will someone pretty do?

I want both bottles, and not only that.
I'm not going to allow you one single

drop that I sometimes let you do.

John McGregor, I feel mean tonight.

Oh, Aggie.

I work night and day with no thought for
you, dearie. Don't you think I deserve

a little something?

You got my undying gratitude, Mr.

McGregor. No man could want more than
that.

Now could he?

Aggie.

Why are you so mean to me?

Now, there's a question.

I mean it, too, for you, Aggie, love. I
really do. And you straw for your bed,

and there's no room for me anymore.

I boil the sausage, the haggis, the way
you like it. And the walking shoes I've

got for you for the cobbler across the
way, and you never go walking with me no

more.

I'll buy you whiskey as much as I can,
and you never give me none.

It's a bad life you have, McGregor.

And it's lonely.

It's just not right you should be living
the life you do.

Now, there's a thought.

There's truly a thought, McGregor.

If she were not about, it would be a
pretty life.

And you'd be a different man.

A happy man.

You'd be a happy man.

She was gone forever.

She was quiet.

Morning to you, McGregor.

Hello, Elsie. Did you sell any matches
last night?

Ah, I sold some to him. I sold some to
Tommy.

He's been carrying on so, what with his
winning ways.

We've been spending a lot of time
together.

I'm glad for you, Elsie.

What are you doing here in the gloaming?

Roaming?

What are you doing sitting on a log by a
pond?

Thinking. About what, McGregor?

Oh, one thinkin' is private, Elsie
Muldoon.

Hmm, sometimes.

But not always, right, love?

Good morning to you, McGregor.

Now, where was you, McGregor?

Think again.

You'll never do it that way either,
McGregor.

She's a floater.

Think again.

And she won't die natural from the drink
either.

It'll just make her fatter.

Oh, but you gotta think of something,
McGregor.

You just got to.

Who is it?

It's McGregor.

You said you might have a job or work
for me.

One minute, McGregor.

There must be some way to do it, Madre.

There must be some way.

If there was no wife, if there was no
Aggie, you'd be a happy man, Madre.

The thing is, the only thing is, you're
not the witted to know.

That's hair.

That's human hair.

Hair on a head.

Human hair on a human head.

Human head on a body.

Body in a box.

I was right.

Emily Muldoon.

I'm sorry, Elsie. You'll be selling no
more matches.

Body in a box.

Mr. Borg gave me the body to take to the
medical museum.

Mr. Buck must be a resurrectionist.

Him and his friend, Mr. Hare.

But this morning, Elsie was alive.

So she was not scratched from her grave.

They killed her.

They killed her and put her in the box.

They...

Good evening to you, McGregor.

Evening, Tommy.

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm waiting for Elsie Muldoon.

What are you doing here?

Nailing a box.

Well, I'll help you.

Tommy. Aye.

for your trouble.

Oh, it's for nothing.

Have you seen Elsie Muldoon?

I saw her this morning.

Hey, McGregor, what are you carrying in
the box?

Tan bark.

Well, now, what are you doing that for?

I carry it to the medical museum.

Well, what do they want with tan bark?

They spread it around.

Oh.

Well, I wonder where she is.

Who? Elsie Muldoon. I'm waiting for her.
I was going to meet her here.

I wish Elsie Muldoon were here.

Why?

She always carries matches.

I'd best be moving along.

Ask your question, Doctor.

Certainly. You'll never run out of need
in this town, Bark, will you?

Never.

That's fine.

Why do you ask, McGregor?

What?

Why do you ask?

I like my work.

Why?

I'm helping out the medical science.

Am I not?

In a manner of speaking.

That settles it.

That settles what, McGregor?

I'm helping out the medical science.

I love my work.

I'll be saying goodnight to you, Doctor.

A moment, McGregor. Yes, sir. A little
thing for your trouble.

Thank you, sir.

You're a good man.

Charmley.

Backer.

McGregor. If I forget to kiss you before
the day is over, you remind me, huh?

Aye.

Give me your hand.

It'll please you to know that the haggis
this morning was the best you've ever

done.

Aggie, dear.

Aggie?

What's going to happen now, Aggie?

What's going to happen when nighttime
comes?

It's what has to happen so I can live
happy.

Do it careful now, McGregor.

You got a good plan.

If it goes well, there's no reason why
you shouldn't live as happy and

innocent as can be.

As innocent as can be.

Stop snoring, Aggie.

That's a good girl.

That's a love.

I do hope nothing untoward happens to
Aggie.

She's such a bonnie lass.

But we shall find out after this wee
interruption.

You're a pretty man.

You're a pretty lad.

True? Oh, yes.

I'm leaving you now, Aggie.

I'm not going to cry about it either.

That was our Bonnie friend.

Come to me, Rosie.

Aye.

It's like someone's snorting, I'd say.

Oh, that is a sound like the sound of
a... Indeed it is.

I'm thinking it's a sound like a pig.

Shh.

Stay here.

Brought herself to us on her own two
feet.

We'd better get her inside.

Those two in there, get them outside.

That was a noise.

Oh, Mr. Burke's still looking for it.

Now, I'll tell you what's happened.

The party is over.

What for?

We're having a sweet time.

It is over.

Go.

Come along, Glynnis.

You know her?

How do we get her to the museum, a big
one like that?

McGregor'll do it.

Here, careful, careful, you'll wake her.

No.

No.

I won't do that.

I'll give that your way now, McGregor.

Another happy life begins.

Walk when you want to.

Drink when you want to. Be alone when
you want to.

What made you think of that, McGregor?

What made you think of the police?

All you did was take a walk across the
street.

And that's what you say to them when
they ask you, McGregor, what happened to

your wife?

I just say, all I did was take her for a
walk across the street.

And then if they say, McGregor, what do
you carry in those boxes to the medical

museum?

I'll say, tan bark, sir.

They say, what do they do with that tan
bark?

They do this prayer

Wait

it was to take her for a walk across

Shorty

to trouble you McGregor

Tommy.

Glad you did.

Sit down.

Sorry I can't offer you much. There's no
a drop in the house.

Oh, it's me a drop. I'm wanting
McGregor.

What then?

Oh, it's Cersei Muldoon.

I cannot find her.

Nobody has seen her.

Have you? No.

It's like as if she's disappeared from
the face of the earth.

Do you want some advice on that?

Believe that's what's happened, Tommy.
Believe she's disappeared from the face

of the earth.

Oh, it's painful to think that. Believe
it. She'd drink all your hard -earned

money. She'd stay all alone in the house
and not go walking with you in the

springtime. She'd get fat.

Would she know? I promise you.

Oh, I like that.

Tommy, if you like it that she would get
fat, she would get skinny.

Would she now?

I promise you.

Oh, I would not like that.

Oh, manner of tricks and things she will
use to me. You mumble to yourself the

way I do.

Aye, but she's bonnie to look at. A
trick?

Oh, a trick, Tommy lad. They're all
bonnie to look at until they get their

into you. And then you look at them up
close and they're not so bonnie anymore.

It's true. I promise you, Tommy lad. I
promise you.

Elsie! Will someone buy my matches? Then
I'll be warm with you.

Hey, will someone buy my matches?

It's not Elsie Muldoon.

Who? It's entirely another lass.

Will someone buy my matches? Then I'll
be warm with you.

Well, good morning to you, McGregor.
Where are you going?

I need me a match.

What do you want, McGregor?

What are you knocking me door for?

I was just wondering, that's all.

About what?

Whether you might have some work for me
tonight?

Well, as a matter of fact, McGregor, I
want you to take another load of tan bar

to the medical museum tonight.

It's a heavy load this time.

I suppose you'll want double.

I suppose... No, no, no, sir. I'll carry
it the same as usual.

Come back when it's dark.

The box will be ready.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Drink, McGregor. It's on the house.

Thank you.

Four bottles again, McGregor?

No bottles.

Ah, here now, here's the thing. To go
from four bottles to no bottles at all.

I have no need for them. Well, now,
you're a wonder.

To live in this world and to have no
need for bottles.

I have no need for them.

What do you keep looking out there for?

The nightfall.

It'll come.

What are you waiting for?

I've never known it to take so long for
a coming in to the nightfall.

It'll come.

Have another drink, McGregor. No.

I don't want my brain addled with that
stuff, Glen Cannon.

Not tonight.

Not this night.

McGregor's a jewel.

Hard working.

And he doesn't even want extra money.

As if he enjoyed carrying this double
room.

True, McGregor?

It's true.

I enjoy it.

You're a jewel.

Thank you, sir.

And, McGregor.

Sir? Tell Dr.

Knox, when you see him, tell the good
Dr. Knox that I'll be paying him a visit

soon to discuss the new price of Tamba.

Good man.

Tell him that.

It's still a puzzlement to me, Mr. Hare.

What is, Mr. Burke?

Oh, what nice thing have we done to
deserve such a gift on our doorstep?

I wonder where she came from.

I wonder who she is.

Aggie, look at it this way.

We're both free.

Besides, Aggie, once you're a good for
nothing except drinking your bottles of

whiskey, now you will help make some
bonnie lad a fine surgeon.

It's a heavy load you're getting
tonight.

Good, good.

Ask your question, Doctor.

Certainly. The work you're doing is
helpful.

Isn't it helpful, Doctor?

Certainly.

Sir, what is it, McGregor?

Mr. Burke said there'd be a new prize
for Tanbark.

He told me to tell you.

Did he?

He said he'd come by to see you soon to
talk with you about it. I see.

I'll be saying goodnight, Doctor.

A moment, McGregor.

Yes, sir.

A little thing for your trouble.

What is it, McGregor?

It don't seem right to take extra pay
for it.

Would someone buy my matches?

Would someone pretty do?

Would someone buy my matches?

Would you buy the matches, sir?

Listen to me.

Sir? Miss Leigh and I shall not be about
here.

And why not?

Because there's many that walk here at
the night.

Never get to walk in the morning.

Come with me.

Where?

There.

Why? To tell you the truth, I'm lonely.

You never knowed her, did you?

You never knowed her.

Who?

Aggie.

Who do you think I've been talking
about?

Is Aggie a woman?

Was.

What happened to her?

She's gone.

She run away from you, lovey?

No, that's not the way of it.

Well, that's not the way of it.

Men always say that.

But it's them who's always the cause of
no women being around.

Well, she has... pretty as me?

No. She was fat.

She was fat. She was lazy.

Aye.

She was lazy.

But I miss her.

True.

Aye.

How does a man miss a woman who's fat
and lazy?

Do not do that.

What?

Get off that bed.

That's Aggie's bed.

Oh, you get Aggie to do

for you kissing and all like that.

Oh, I can't do that.

lonely, Aggie.

And I miss you.

I miss you, Aggie.

You're gone forever, Aggie.

And you know what?

I never even got to say a proper goodbye
to you.

Just left you there.

Sit.

Oh, you know goodbye.

Paul Penn!

The guy's here.

John Lee!

You cannot deny a man a last goodbye.
All I want to do is to look at his...

is this?

Doctor, tell him there's no harm in it.
What is this, McGregor?

Last night I brought you a box.

Yes, you did.

In the box was a body. A body? It was
Tanbark.

A body?

Tanbark.

McGregor, what was in that box was
Tanbark.

Was Tanbark.

Tanbark.

Just a look.

No.

You're drunk, McGregor. And sometimes
that's good for a man.

But sometimes a man doesn't know what
he's talking about.

Are you celebrating, McGregor?

I'm surprised to see you here.

Are you a friend of mine?

That I am.

Don't you know me?

I'm afraid not.

I've been celebrating.

I'm drunk.

You should go home, McGregor.

I... I'll help you home.

I wish you would.

I wish you would.

Home, just like you say.

Very nice.

McGregor. Yes, Fred?

I want to thank you for telling Dr.

Knox that I was to pay him a visit about
the new price of Tanva.

Never go to secret.

I did, McGregor.

And he told me that you wanted to see a
party in a box.

It was a different man who delivered the
box.

So it was.

Doctor?

Yes, what is it, Becker?

Doctor, the man who used to deliver the
box is now inside the box.

I agree.

But all in a good cause, Becker. A most
laudable cause.

I agree.

Perhaps Robert Burns was anticipating
McGregor when he wrote this epitaph.

As Father Adam first was fooled, a case
that's still too common.

He allies a man a woman ruled, the devil
ruled the woman.

As you know, Burke and Hare were brought
to justice.

Hare turned state's evidence, but Burke
was somewhat less fortunate. He ended up

on the dissecting table after he had
been executed, of course.

I seem to have developed a leak. Music
critics are a vindictive lot.

Goodnight.