All language subtitles for S01E18 - A Tangled Web

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I hope you will pardon me if I don't get
up.

It's rather a shock to awaken and find
yourself fastened to the floor like a

carpet. I told these little people that
this was no way to treat a tourist, even

if it is the off -season.

But they say they don't care.

They have a new and sensational tourist
attraction, me.

I'm being advertised as a Lilliputian
Disneyland.

Of course, there are some compensations.

I think I'm probably the first member of
my family ever to be declared a

national monument.

Tonight's story is called A Tangled Web,
a title I find embarrassingly apropos.

In it, a young girl falls in love and
follows her young man with no regard for

his past or future. As for your future,
it includes a commercial, one which I

intend to watch all the way through. I
shan't move a muscle.

Thank you.

Okay, Ben.

The

robber

escaped with several thousand dollars
worth of jewels.

Mrs. Spalding was discovered by her
butler wrapped in a blanket and locked

the closet. She is suffering from shock
and is under the care of her physician.

The entire area has been alerted.

Were you alerted, Marie?

I am poor.

I am poor. Poor, poor, poor Marie.

Where's mother?

Your mother went to the hairdresser. The
hairdresser?

To a bridge game.

The bridge game?

Then to a fashion show.

David, have you ever seen a real robber?

Mm -hmm.

What did they look like?

They look like me.

Like David Chesterman. Two eyes, a nose,
two ears, two

arms. Ah,

two legs.

Ten fingers and ten toes.

Oh, well, Mother.

How was the bridge party? The
hairdresser? The fashion show?

I had a suspicion this was going on.

You're fired, my dear. Mother.

You heard me, David.

She's fired.

She does understand that word, doesn't
she?

What is it in French?

Vous avez fini.

That's final. I'm going with her,
Mother.

We're going to be married.

Wonderful.

Mother!

Mother!

David.

I heard you, David.

You're going to marry the maid.

At least, this afternoon, you're going
to marry the maid.

Well, I wish you luck, my dear.

Maybe you can control Mr. Temper
Tantrum.

Frankly, I'm bored.

My wedding present to you will be my
absence.

On second thought... Here.

Buy yourself a toaster.

Oh, David. Go, go, go. Come on, pack
your bag.

Go on.

Do you like the way I proposed?

Hi, don't you want to marry me?

Yes, I want to very much.

Don't know very much about me, Brie.

I know that when you are near me, I'm
very happy.

That's a lot to know about someone you
love.

Maybe too much.

They say marriage, that's what it's for,
to find out everything.

Would you want to marry a man, no matter
what?

What?

Wait a minute.

No matter what he was really like, just
because you loved him?

Would you want to marry me if I was a

robber?

Criminal? Bad man?

Murderer? No.

You wouldn't kill anything.

Where are we going?

We're going to visit an old friend of
mine on business.

He's talked about you incessantly for
the last eight months. Oh, but David,

failed miserably in describing how
lovely she really is.

You mustn't mind my staring at you. I
don't see the likes

of you every day.

She's a great beauty, David. You were
right to keep us apart.

I declare a love war here and now. I'm
going to steal her from you. What do you

think of that, my pretty?

The battle is lost before it has begun.

We are on our way to be married.

Oh, how unfair, how unjust life is.

This is a time of rejoicing.

Ah, you see?

I live in the back room.

Ah, happiness.

There was a time when I too believed in
it. When I too believed that love was

the answer to everything.

Carl's been married four times.

Heaven help me. So you see, my dear, I
know what I'm talking about.

And you can take it from me that love
does not exist.

No matter what you believe, there is
simply no such thing.

Now.

To the bride and groom.

May you not murder each other before the
year is up.

I'll drink to that. But, oh, first.

Ah, David wants something. He never
comes to see me unless he wants

Mother gave us 60 cents for a toaster.
Oh, how much do you need?

500.

Well, what's security?

This.

Oh.

We can't get married, Carl, unless you
say yes.

I hold your destiny in my hands.

Yes or no?

Oh, how could I say no?

If you lose her, I lose her too.

I don't usually keep that much cash, but
I've got an extraordinary new client

who insists on paying cash for
everything.

She lives on Beacon Hill.

1743 Beacon Hill.

One, two, three, four, five.

We have a long way to go, so let's go.

Ah, she is perfect, David. Absolutely
perfect.

She didn't say a word.

How clever you've become in your old age
to marry someone who can't talk.

Goodbye. Ah, he does speak.

Oh, well.

You come and see me again.

Let yourselves out.

Take it. Take it.

Are you happy with your honeymoon, Mrs.
Chesterton? Am I?

I'm so happy, Mr.

Chesterton. Excuse me, but the pictures
are ready.

This is our wedding.

Well, let's go ride the roller coaster.

Oh, no, I can't. You're not still. Oh!

Oh, my wrist!

What's the matter? Are you drunk or
something?

Here, turn the thing off. The lady says
she was sorry.

What lady?

You should take up darts as a serious
sport, David.

I work off all my hostilities.

No, seriously, though, you should do
something.

You might kill someone someday.

David only kills with kisses.

Ah, the most painful kind of death.

Show him the present we bought him.

The official wedding photograph.

Oh!

I shall treasure it forever.

You see how serious David looks?

Oh. Oh, frowning bear.

He's mean.

The camera never lies.

I'm going to bed.

Good night, Carl.

Good night.

Wig making began in France in the 14th
century.

The first wig was worn by Louis XIII to
cover his baldness.

That's very coarse hair.

Oh, yes.

There's a difference.

Santa Claus.

Would you like a ride in my new sleigh?

No question.

Boo -boo.

Here.

Now go inside, put them on. Go on. Go
on, go.

Four.

Five.

Voila.

And what did Teddy think they were
worth? How much did he give you?

I'll never tell.

Are you too happy, David? You'd have too
much of everything. Too easy.

Home again, home again, jiggity -jog.

Oh, David, I can't face your mother.

You won't have to, unless you go to
Rome.

She's blown the coop.

Oh, great.

Not taking any chances.

She's a thorough one. She's turned off
the electricity.

Got to hand it to her. Go ahead and
cheat.

This is where you belong.

She's the lady of the house.

Your eyes shine in the dark, dear.

I think you're a bad kid.

Yes.

A tiger.

A leopard.

Ready to pounce.

I'm going to have to get a wonderful
cage.

Put you in.

Nobody is going to put me in a cage.

David, you're hurting me.

Where are you going?

I have to meet someone on business.

I'll be back. You go to bed.

Sleep in the master bedroom.

David.

David.

David has gone out again tonight.

I didn't want to be alone.

It's so dark in here, Carl. We are
creatures of the dark, my dear.

There's nothing wrong between you and
David, is there? No.

Not really.

What does that mean?

Ah, you know, Carl.

You know how he is.

Some days I never see him.

And then the next, there he is lying in
bed all day, reading the papers, staring

at me.

I don't know.

Then he makes me to dress up and we go
to parties.

Or he's happy or he's mad.

I don't know.

Oh, David is someone who swings between
two extreme states of mind.

Exhilaration and apathy.

Most of us are like that up to a point.
That's perfectly all right.

If you don't swing too far.

You wish you could change him?

Why does David get all the money to buy
me things?

You know where, Carl.

Leave him, Marie.

Leave him?

Someday he's going to get into very
serious trouble.

He's going to hurt you.

I'll never forgive him if he hurts you.

Can't be in love without to get hurt.

That's how you know it's the real thing.

You're a little fool.

There's something I don't know about
David.

Come, Marie, you must have a suspicion.

David is an accomplished professional
thief. One of the best. He's been one

years. A thief?

He even has a record. Twelve months in
prison.

That's his dream about being buried
alive.

Buried alive.

Everything lights up, becomes clearer,
doesn't it?

So many puzzles so suddenly solved.

Leave him, Murray.

Take a long walk and think about it.

Carefully.

Where have you been? I can't see, David.

I went to visit Cole.

I'm leaving you, David.

Before you do, hand me those scissors,
will you?

You're bleeding.

Mm -hmm.

I can manage.

Just hand me the scissors.

The scissors!

Hold the light.

Now,

why suddenly have you decided to leave
me?

Carl told me.

Oh, David.

You were shot?

Yes, and it hurts.

What did Carl tell you? That you're a
thief, a professional thief.

Oh, good old Carl.

He didn't mention his part in the
operation, of course.

He's not guilty of anything.

He can't help it if in passing he
mentions that a certain rich lady has a

certain diamond and lives on Beacon
Hill.

Well, he doesn't commit any robberies.

Guilty only of an occasional
indiscretion.

David, why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to lose you, Murray.

I'll pack my things.

Get away. Get away.

You're leaving. I have to learn to do
things for myself.

Beginning now.

It's partly your fault, you know.

Is it not you?

Oh, just a little bit. Just a little.

First, I just stole for the thrill of
it. But when you get married, you have

responsibilities.

A wife to support.

I'm glad you know. I'm glad Carl told
me. Here's the cause.

It's back here.

I almost had it tonight.

Somebody in the house had a gun.

Yes. I ran.

Back.

I didn't think I was going to get out of
there.

It's amazing what you can do when you're
trapped.

No, shh.

It's going to be all right.

You promised me you'd give it up.

I need you, Marie.

I've tried before to give it up.

It's kind of a sickness with me.

But I'll try again. I really will.

If you'll stay with me.

That's okay. And...

Happy birthday, David.

Unevident, myself.

They say, David who?

I wish it were my birthday.

Oh, poor Carl.

Poor Carl will cut the cake.

It's David's birthday. You know, the one
whose birthday it is, it's supposed to

cut. Oh, you spoiled it.

I'm very sorry.

Here, David, you finish cutting it.

It's different, David.

With a job and a little apartment and...

Bath their cake with candles and a
little wife who knits.

You're so respectable. It makes me sick.

Ah, and you were responsible.

Telling her the truth lifted me right
out of my life of crime.

Yes, and we thank you, Carl. Oh, you
should see him getting up in the morning

and going to work.

And I pack him a little lunch and I send
him home.

He's a good boy.

I can't even steal a look at another
girl.

No. Oh, Carl, we are happier now than we
have ever been before. You see, it

proves you're wrong.

Love does exist.

Yes, admit it, Carl.

Come on, admit it.

Come on, give him some more champagne.
He'll admit it.

Yes, I admit it.

Love does exist.

I'll make some coffee.

How's your arm, David?

It's fine. It heals fast.

Carl, you couldn't lend me some money,
could you? About $200?

I thought you were working.

I lost that job four days ago. I got in
a fight with a foreman. Now, I get up

every morning and pretend that I'm going
to work so she won't find out. But I

don't think I'm going to be able to pay
for this room.

Coffee?

What do you say, girl?

One of my richest customers died today.

Mrs. William Atwell.

Leaving a strangest request in her will.

That she be buried in one of my wigs.

And also that she be buried in all of
her jewelry.

Silly old fool.

All those pearls and diamonds and
emeralds. Swallowed up on the earth.

forever. Buried.

She's lying in state at the Evans
Mortuary in the East Parlor.

Cream and sugar, Carl?

No, when the last drop of champagne has
gone, it's time for poor old Carl to go.

Thank you, my dear.

Oh.

Cornel Dickens in Wilshire.

that was short time passes quickly when
you're

having a good time the next sounds you
hear will be that of our stations

breaking welcome back to the Alfred
Hitchcock Hour

but I wish you had brought along a pair
of scissors.

The entertainment I can furnish is
extremely limited, so I shall turn you

to my sponsor.

I'm sure he will think of something to
do.

The Evans Mortuary, Dickens and
Wilshire, was the scene early this

brutal murder and robbery.

Herbert Stone, caretaker of the mortuary
for 15 years, was found by the morning

mortician on the floor of the East
Parlor, beaten to death.

Stone was on special duty guarding the
body of Mrs. William Atwell, which was

lying in the parlor.

A knitted scarf with the initials DC was
found beside the body.

Mrs. Atwell had requested that she be
buried with several thousand dollars

of her jewelry.

DC.

Your scarf.

Go on.

Did you... Did you do it, David?

No.

No. All right.

He was there with a flashlight and...
But I turned and ran.

He grabbed the scarf and... All right, I
stole the jewelry, but I did not beat

that man to death. I believe you, David.

I've lied to you before, Marie. No, no.

I know you didn't.

Thank you for your vote of confidence.

So what are you going to do?

Well, the first thing we are going to do
is to get out of here.

And then we are going to leave you at
Carl's for a couple of days. First, we

have to put those jewels in some safe
place until all this cools down to

I have to be alone. I have to be able to
move fast.

I didn't do it.

No, you shouldn't run, David. You
should... I'd turn myself in. But you're

innocent. Yes, well, tell that to the
police. They'll be out for blood and

won't be too particular whose blood it
is.

Too coy.

Too coarse.

Oh, Monsieur Carroll, I'm frightfully
difficult to please.

But once I'm pleased, I'm terribly
satisfied.

Definitely black.

Black's my color, you know.

May I touch your hair, my dear?

It isn't a wig, is it?

No.

Wouldn't be interested in selling it to
me, would you? No, she's not interested,

Mrs. Finkson.

Two hundred dollars?

David needs money.

I will.

Marvelous. Monsieur Carl, you always
know exactly what I want. One of your

splendid creations by the end of the
week?

You know, the first time I met David,
he'd been in prison for a year. He'd

been released.

He was sent to prison for the brutal,
but not fatal, beating of an old woman.

I discovered him stealing her silver.

He turned on her in a fury and struck
her again and again and again.

Beating her into unconsciousness. Stop
it, Carl.

Oh, now, be honest, Marie.

You're afraid he did it, and you feel
guilty for suspecting it. No, I know

stole the jewels, but he didn't kill
that man.

You believe him, don't you?

Of course I believe him.

You still love him very much, don't you?

Even knowing that he's a thief, a
criminal.

Perhaps even a murderer.

Yes. You love him even now, don't you?

Tell me what it feels like.

This feeling of immortal, eternal love.

You know what love feels like, Carl.

No.

I know what the opposite of love feels
like.

And I know what it feels like to be
jealous of love.

But what the real core of love is like,
I don't know.

It's nothing.

David!

What happened to you?

Oh, it'll be fine when I finish styling
it.

Oh, you really cut yourself bad.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

Beautiful. Beautiful.

Carl? Carl, are you finished with it?
Oh, yes.

She's all yours.

And this is all yours.

You don't want me to come to Mexico, do
you? I'm a good fast driver. No, we need

you right where you are. If anything
goes wrong, I'll send her right back.

go. But what about the jewels?

I talked to Teddy a couple of hours ago.
He's busy.

Handle things as always, and I'll get
more out of him this time. David, that's

dangerous. Teddy's careless.

Don't go.

Oh, who's Teddy? Don't let him go,
Marie.

Are you going to give me some money,
Carl?

I'd love to, David, but you know. We
can't get far on $200. Teddy is a nice

man. You give him this, he gives you
this.

Au revoir, Carl.

Good luck.

Give me the police.

Yes, sir.

It doesn't look too good.

Is he good, the lawyer?

Oh, he may be good, but I don't think he
believes much in me either.

There's just too many fingers pointing
right at me, my record. I can't deny I

didn't steal the jewels, my car.

But you didn't do it, did you?

No.

And you keep telling them that. Scream
it in their face. Make them sick of it.

I'm innocent.

I'm guilty of everything else, but I did
not kill that man.

No.

Are you all right?

No.

I can't eat.

I can't sleep.

And I'm catching a cold.

You look cute.

I love you.

I love you.

Carl, how's Carl? Oh, he is being
marvelous.

He's working so hard to pay for the
lawyer.

No word from your mother.

He bought me this hat.

He's in love with you.

But don't you go falling in love with
him.

I try not to.

I try.

Maybe you should take another sleeping
pill.

The two you gave me earlier won't do the
job. But one more won't hurt.

Marie, you have to sleep.

That's a good girl.

You called the lawyer?

Yes.

He thinks it's better that you don't try
to see David tomorrow.

That your being in the courtroom has
only upset him and made him nervous.

You see, he's very worried about you.

Yes. He is so pale.

It's been so hard on him.

Carl, when you testify tomorrow, you
will convince them that he's innocent.

I'll do my best.

Yes, the third pill really worked.

I'm so tired.

Have you ever seen this scarf, Mr. Galt?

Yes.

It belongs to David Chesterman.

I was at his apartment when his wife
gave it to him as a birthday present.

I happened to mention that Mrs. Atwell,
who was a customer of mine, had

requested that she be buried with all
her jewelry.

His eyes brightened when I said it.

The day after the murder, they came to
my shop to borrow money.

Mrs. Chesterman knew nothing about it.

He got me alone, and I'll never forget
his face when he said it.

He told me he had killed the caretaker.

Oh,

you brought flowers.

David has been found innocent.

Soon all this will be over and you'll be
well and then we can go away together

and forget it all.

Forget? I have bad news.

David is guilty.

I tried to wake you this morning. I came
to bring you back to the courthouse.

The judge is sentencing him this
afternoon.

Today?

You should have seen him, my dear. Such
a show of temper.

Furious with the jury that convicted
him. He waived all rights to the penalty

phase and threw himself on the mercy of
the court.

But... There is no mercy for a murderer.

He is not a killer. The law has decided
that he is.

There's nothing that can be done to save
him now.

Don't, don't pull away from me. I have a
present for you.

You hate David.

Yes, I hate David.

I hate your love for each other.

So ardent, so exclusive, so just for
David.

You would let David die?

I planned it, my dear, for us.

David didn't murder that man. Who did?
Me?

Maybe. Oh, my poor little angel. My poor
little angel.

You mustn't. You mustn't be frightened
of me.

Oh,

Miss, you're changed.

So since the testament trial... Too
late. It's all over.

That attempted death 15 minutes ago.

Where did you take him?

Chesterman? He's probably still in the
building somewhere.

Aren't you Mrs. Chesterman? David!

David!

David!

Hey!

Come back in here. Hey!

Please, find David for me.

Please. He's innocent.

Believe me.

That's Chesterman's wife.

Yeah.

I'll jump.

I'll jump.

Hey.

Oh, dear.

Come inside, Marie. No.

Not until they listen to me.

David, you're innocent.

You're innocent.

No. Give me your hand, Marie. No. Not
until they know the truth.

Marie?

It's no use.

Don't make it any harder on me.

I didn't mean to kill the caretaker.

No.

But I... I couldn't stop.

Please, Marie.

The only happiness I've ever had in my
life... has been our love.

Now, you must forgive me my lie, Marie.

Now, listen to me.

You must forgive me that.

And live for the both of us.

Yes, my darling.

Yes,

my darling.

end of the second half of the Alfred
Hitchcock hour. In fact, we're coming to

the end of Alfred Hitchcock.

Two rival groups of little people were
fighting over me, but they have now hit

upon a happy compromise.

The pendulum drops a few inches each
day, so by next week, I imagine I shall

able to host two half -hour shows
simultaneously.

Until then...

Good night.