All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s04e27 The Waxwork.eng

Good evening.

This is called a rack, a kind of
medieval

chaise longue.

The victim lies down and his limbs are
fastened to the rollers at each end.

The body is then gradually stretched to
and past the breaking point.

They were quite droll in those days.

You see a Latin inscription placed so
the victim can't read it.

Nunc potes altior quam illam.

Meaning, now you can be taller than she
is.

Tonight we're presenting a play entitled
The Wax Work.

First, however, we have the 20th century
equivalent of the rack.

Now please, no screams, after all.

This hurts me more than it does you.

God, please.

Here's a shilling, isn't it?

She's waxed, sir. What?

Of course.

Wax. It happens all the time.

That's a comfort.

Would you care for a souvenir booklet?

Yes. Two shillings.

I'm looking for Mr. Mariner.

His office is over there.

Hold on.

I believe you'll find him next door.

Oh, thank you.

Don't move.

Please, please, watch what you're doing.

Albert! Albert!

He shouldn't have been left here.

Albert, he shouldn't have been left
here. It isn't safe.

Take him out, will you, please?

Here.

You really must be more careful.

Wait.

What are you doing here, young man?

The public isn't allowed in this part of
the building. My name is Raymond

Houston. I'm from the Illustrated
Weekly, This World. I wrote you...

About doing a feature story?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I remember.

Well, shall we have another look at
this?

May I?

I'm afraid that's rather out of drawing.

Yes, I turned your letter over to Mr.
Roberts, our public relations man. Yeah,

spoke to Mr. Roberts yesterday, but,
well, I simply had to see you, so I...

I took the liberty of finding my way up
here.

Yes, that's a liberty you hadn't ought
to take. I wanted to persuade you to let

me spend the night in the murderer's
den.

Oh, I'm sure Mr.

Roberts has told you that that would be
quite impossible.

I have an idea for a very interesting
layout with photographs.

Be good publicity for you.

Well, I mean, not that your famous
museum needs it, of course. You know, in

order to become an artist, I mean, what?

One month.

turn oneself into a combination artist
and surgeon.

One must learn the relation between bone
and muscle,

the precise train which movement places
upon tendons

and joints.

You see?

I'd call my article A Night With
Mariner's Murderers.

Ah, would you now?

Yeah, a heading like that would attract
a lot of readers.

Sure, it'd cause a lot of interest.

I take that.

Herbert.

I want you to see this.

She is removing the lines and bubbles
that a mole leaves on a cat.

Well, everybody knows that a mariner
waxwork is perfect.

Wrong.

It's the imperfection.

The blemish, the wrinkle, the thousand
signs by which nature writes the diary

of a human life.

May I?

Butchery!

Mr. Hewson, why is it so important to
you to spend the night in my

murderous den?

Well, I... Perhaps I'd better give you
the real reason.

You see, well,

I like to gamble.

Ah.

Cards or horses?

Cards.

Well, the other night I lost a good deal
of money.

to an Englishman I know very slightly, a
man called Dickie Morrison.

Well, to cut the story short, I gave him
a check which I knew would bounce.

That is a criminal offense, you know. He
notified me yesterday that he intends

to prosecute unless I can pay.

Now, my editor wants this story very
badly.

I know that if you'll let me spend the
night here and write my article, I can

earn enough to pay the debt.

Mr. Hewson, you put me in a very
difficult position.

Her Majesty looks rather well today,
don't you think?

What's that, sir?

Each one of our wax figures gets a
beauty treatment every four months. And

Virgin Queen has just returned from
her...

Good day, Mrs.

Knox. How is your rheumatism?

Much better.

Thank you, sir.

That's quite all right.

You'll notice that hair is put into a
wax head.

One strand at a time. Look, Mr. Merida,
my job, my future, everything depends on

this. Now, look, young man.

I can't be made to feel responsible for
your predicament.

Haven't you any friends?

Any friends I can borrow from? Is that
your definition of friendship?

The answer's no.

Actually, I've only been in London for a
few months.

This is a young man that you had an
encounter with a little while ago.

His name is Burnett.

Or was.

Yes, I'm afraid he'll be the last
starboarder in my den of murderers.

Oh, why?

Well, any day now, Parliament will pass
a law putting an end to capital

punishment.

This fellow was executed this morning
and so obliged us in the nick of time.

He was a barber.

By day.

By night, a murderer in time's over.

And always with a razor.

I know. I covered his trial.

I lost a bet on him, too. I bet he
wouldn't be convicted.

Oh? Why do you think that?

Oh, I don't know.

He used to practice mesmerism.

I see.

And you thought he might mesmerize the
jury?

Or the witnesses?

Or perhaps even the judge?

I know it sounds ridiculous, but he had
extraordinary eyes.

Yes. A fact the prosecution brought out.

And, according to the evidence developed
at the trial, he was said to have

hypnotized his victims before
dispatching them.

Really quite humane of him, I think.

His eyes are extraordinarily lifelike.

Well, In a wax figure, the eyes are of

the utmost importance.

There.

As you can see, Mr. Hewson, this eye is
definitely blue.

But you have no idea how difficult it is
to get the exact shade of blue.

Yes, we take a great deal of trouble
with the eyes.

Look, Mr. Mariner, I don't seem to be
able to get through to you. I've got to

write this article for the last time,
please.

May I spend the night with Bourdette and
the others?

I shall have to think about it.

It's eight o 'clock. We're closed.

On the house.

Oh, the right of father.

Good luck, sir.

Thank you.

Harry's been with us for over 50 years.

Before we had the fire in 1925.

Oh, that reminds me, sir. Mr. Mariner
said be sure no smoking.

The wax, you know.

It's cool me enough down here.

Just right for these beauties.

I guess I'll find all the information I
need in this guide.

Well, if there's anything special you
want to know, I'd be glad to tell you.

Ah, here's an interesting chap.

Jack Shepard, in the cell at Newgate
Prison from Wednesday, Maylis at Day.

Good evening, Mr. Hewson.

I trust that everything is to your
liking, and I hope that you will be

comfortable locked in here with my
little creatures.

Locked in?

What do you mean?

Who said anything about being locked?

But, my dear Houston, you could hardly
expect me to leave these valuable

creatures of mine unlocked. Well, of
course I'll be here.

But I'm afraid that they... I know it
sounds silly, but I have a kind of a

feeling about being closed in.

See, once when I was... Clostrophobia?

Yeah.

Yeah, I... Something like that, I guess.

The morbid fear of being in confined
places.

That's too bad.

Well, I suppose we'd best forget the
whole thing.

No, no, no. No, I can't do that.

All right.

I'll stay.

Locked in.

Locked in.

Good night, Mr. Hewson.

used in medieval times as a judicial
instrument for the extraction of

from unwilling witnesses.

It was also employed as a form of trial
to determine guilt or innocence.

57. Petit O. Marcel.

Guillotine in Paris, 20th of May, 1946.

Morrison. Armstrong.

Seddon.

Bourdette.

Of course. You're the new Bourdette. You
only arrived just yesterday.

of poor debt appears to be moving
menacingly toward me.

I cannot move or speak without my
bidding.

But you can hear me perfectly well.

Something tells me that you are, shall
we say, nervous.

My dear sir, have no illusions.

I am not one of these contemptible
effigies. I am the barber.

Burdette himself.

They did not execute me this morning.

I escaped.

I was walking past this building.

when I saw a policeman eyeing me with
curiosity.

And I did not know whether he would
recognize me or not.

So I decided to mingle with the crowd in
here.

And once inside, I realized I had an
ideal means of escape.

As you may understand, this has been a
tiring evening.

But fortunately, your attention was
drawn anywhere.

And you were not looking at me until I
could occasionally draw a breath and

my pose.

And now I'm looking at your throat.

You have a skinny neck, sir.

If you'll forgive a personal remark.

This is a little French razor.

They're not much use in England.

Once dropped them on wood.

The blade, you notice, is very narrow.

It doesn't cut very deep, but deep
enough.

And now I must ask you the usual
question all the barbers ask.

Would you please lift

your chin a little?

A little more.

gates at six o 'clock this morning like
you told me to there he was sitting in

that chair

he's

dead all right what do you suppose
caused him to be sitting like that you

as if Awaiting the attention of a
barber.

Well, yes, he looks like he was waiting
to be shaved.

The figure of Godet appeared to be
moving menacingly toward me.

Power of imagination, amazingly strong.

I'm afraid we must...

Credit another victim to Bourdette.

Bourdette, sir?

Bourdette and an overactive imagination.

But it couldn't have been Bourdette,
sir. He ain't never been here.

Well, you know as well as I do, he was
on the Ange yesterday, sir.

Well, look for yourself, sir. They're
just bringing him down now.

so much for our museum memories.

In the earlier part of this program, I
referred to the commercial as the 20th

century rack.

Unfortunately, our sensitive sponsor
mistakenly interpreted this as a veiled

insult. I certainly want to apologize.

Furthermore, I'm going to turn over a
new leaf.

There. I feel much better.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, before I
return,

a moment ago I apologized

for comparing the rack and the
commercial, but I neglected to mention

was apologizing.

I think I shall leave it that way.

As for this charming device, it is being
returned to the athletic department of

Arcadia University.

I especially wish to thank the Arcadia
basketball coach Stretch Mulligan for

his generosity.

Good night.

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