All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s05e38 Hooked.eng

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

This tableau is designed to make it
clear that when the television industry

decides to clean house, it means just
that.

I must say the job is more difficult
than I imagined.

What with all those westerns.

I'm sure that like me, you feel there is
too much violence on television.

Naturally, my first step has been to
request our sponsor omit his

Thus far, he is adamant, and I can only
suggest that if there are any sensitive

young children in the room, that you
make sure they turn their heads during

next minute.

Mrs. Marchand's still out on the lake.
She'll be back soon.

Can I get you some beer or coffee or
something?

You a mind reader as well as being
beautiful?

Not exactly. I recognize the car.

How could I miss it?

You like this heap?

To think people own things like this.

I didn't know Mrs. Marchand had a son.

She doesn't.

I'm her husband.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Happens all the time.

Mrs. Marchand's very nice.

Yeah. Are you, uh... You work for old
man Foster, or his daughter, or what?

I'm his daughter, Nyla.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm just home for the summer.

I go to state.

Oh.

Well, college is all right.

Yeah, it seems that with a girl like
you, it'll be a waste of time. What do

mean with a girl like me?

Just because my father has a fishing
camp doesn't mean I'm going to spend my

whole life here. Oh, I didn't mean that.

I mean, a girl with your looks ought to
do pretty good in a big city.

You know, New York, Chicago, L .A.

Movies, modeling, TV maybe.

I've heard that before.

I know the score.

I'd be in the rat race like everybody
else.

Hey, how about the beer?

Okay. You know, you shouldn't have any
trouble getting somebody to finance your

career.

That's a nice, polite word for it.

You mean someone like you, Mr. Marchand?

Ray.

What?

Knock off the Mr. bit.

Look, I'm getting tired of guys coming
around here giving me the dumb little

country girl treatment.

Include me out of that group because I
don't have a nickel I can call my own.

It's my wife's toe.

I see.

You still want that beer?

Hey there!

Here comes your wife now.

I'll see you around sometime.

I'll be coming out here again.

I might even learn to like fishing.

That is, if you'd help me.

You available?

Sometimes.

Hiya, sweetie.

Have you been waiting long?

Always. What's so funny?

Nothing, really. Mr. Foster just told me
a funny story about muskies. Here, you

take these.

Hi, Miss Marshawn.

You got the break?

Oh, you're sweet.

Give Mom a kiss.

Back to your age, will you?

Oh, I see you've met Nyla.

Cute kid, isn't she?

Yeah, she's a walking, breathing doll.

You.

I should have known you'd really go for
that.

I meant to tell you about her before.

Just for kicks.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Oh, just to watch you prowl around.

Listen, Buster.

Nyla's strictly hands -off stuff.

Not like those other babes you've been
running around with.

You think so?

I do.

Until some court clerk hands her a
marriage license.

You're just trying to discourage me
because you know that I could really go

somebody like Nyla.

And then you'd lose me.

Why, lover, I thought we understood each
other better than that.

I couldn't lose you, not for a million
dolls like Nyla.

Not for long, anyway.

How do you know I'm not thick of being
an old woman's husband?

Maybe I won out.

Now, Ray, dear, you know not many things
make me angry.

But you're getting very close.

How would you like to have your
allowance cut off again for a week?

You better not let my father catch you
around here without your wife.

Where is your father?

Out on the lake somewhere.

He'll be back any time.

There's no reason to get upset.

All you have to do is tell your father
that I want you.

I mean, as a guide.

And I've come to make an appointment.

He wouldn't let me out on the lake alone
with you.

Oh, come on. How 18th century can you
get?

Will you go away, please, before he
comes back?

Doesn't he ever go into town?

Huh?

If I tell you, will you go now?

Try me.

Mondays.

Mondays there isn't much business after
the weekend anyway.

We close down.

You have the man coming to clean the
boat in the dark. He usually goes into

for supplies.

Come back Monday.

Don't think that I won't.

Where are we going?

Down the lake a ways.

There's a beach there with trees around
it. I left a boat there so I can row

back alone.

My father will never be the wiser.

No, Ray, please.

All week I've been waiting for Monday.

Well, I'm here.

Do you like it, Mr. Marchand?

The name is Ray.

Why did you marry Gladys?

Money.

I wanted to find out what it would be
like just to have plenty of money.

And what did you find out?

That I like money just for itself.

I think I understand.

That's why I'm sticking through college.

I don't know how, but somehow I'm going
to make a lot of money for my father and

me.

Maybe I'll marry somebody rich.

Or maybe I'll figure a way to make it
myself.

Why didn't you let me kiss you?

I've been thinking about what you said.

New York, California.

Maybe I'll try it after I graduate.

You know you want me to kiss you.

No, Ray.

Once I let you, I'd be finished.

I thought about you every minute.

It was nice.

Too nice.

That's why I can't see you anymore,
right?

Nyla!

Nyla!

Why haven't you been at the store?

You been avoiding me?

I told you last week.

I can't see you anymore.

I've been looking for you for seven
days.

I wanted to see you too.

Have you?

Even if it can't mean anything.

It just can't. But you thought about me.
You admitted it.

Yes, and I'm a fool.

I'm not going around with a married man.

Look, I'll think of something. We'll be
able to get together.

You'll divorce Gladys and marry me?
Yeah.

Well, Nyla... On second thought, you've
changed your mind.

You won't marry me.

That's what I mean, Ray.

That's what you mean. Do you think
Gladys is just going to give me a

Not give me any money. She's not. She'd
cut me off without a penny.

I understand, Ray. No, I don't think you
do understand. I think I do.

How many martinis?

I bet even Gladys could give you a head
start and still beat you.

Ah, Gladys can't swim.

She can't? No.

She can't swim a stroke.

Oh, that's terrible.

I didn't mean that.

What?

Forget it.

Forget what?

I was thinking about your wife.

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't even want to talk
about it. It's such a horrible thought.

Maybe we'd better talk about it.

You were thinking about Gladys being out
on the lake, weren't you?

But how she spends so much time out on
the lake and yet she can't swim.

That's what you were thinking, isn't it?

You were thinking about...

You

were thinking how convenient it would be
if she had an accident.

Like the boat turning over or sinking,
wouldn't you? No, Ray, no, I wasn't. Oh,

yes, you were.

All right.

Maybe I was.

Maybe I was hoping it was.

But it won't, of course.

You mean because your father always goes
with her?

Is that what you mean?

He's such a powerful swimmer. But he
doesn't always have to be with her.

Suppose I took up fishing.

Then I'd have to go out on the boat and
it would be so easy to arrange the

accident.

All I'd have to do is ask her to throw
out the anchor.

And when she stood up to do it.

Ray, we've got to stop talking this way.

Are we out of our minds?

That's what I'm going to do.

I'm going to take up fishing.

But everybody knows you hate it.

Besides, you don't know anything about
fishing.

I can learn.

I can learn.

What are you reading lover?

Come see.

is art of freshwater fishing.

Fishing?

What's the pitch? This is out of
character for you.

Is it?

You like fishing, don't you? Sure, it's
Mama's favorite pastime. But you, you

don't even like to eat fish.

I make you martini?

Sure, but take it easy.

Maybe I'm just getting smart.

I guess I figured with a couple of
million people interested in fishing,

must be something in it.

I get it.

It's that foster doll.

You're eating up on fishing to hook her.

Good luck, lover.

You may not believe this, but I'm doing
this for you. For Mama?

That's right.

You'll try it once and that'll be that.

What have we got to lose?

Perhaps you're right.

It would be nice to have a husband who'd
spend some time with you and like the

same things you do. That's exactly what
I mean.

The fishing bug's bitten your mister
pretty hard, Mr.

Marchand. That's a limit catch he's got
there. Well, I knew there had to be

something in this fishing racket.

Probably can't keep you away from the
lake from now on. If I hadn't seen it, I

wouldn't have believed it. But the real
test will be when we spend a few hours

out there on a bad day.

What do you mean, bad day?

When you don't even get a strike.

That's what separates the men from the
ribbon clerks in this sport. Bring them

on. Got the coffee on, Nyla?

It's all ready, Pop.

Had a real good day.

Mr. Marchand turned out to be a second
Isaac Walton.

You know Mr. Marchand, don't you? Yes, I
think we met about three weeks ago when

he came out to pick up Mrs.

Marchand. Oh, honey, I'm sure he
remembers better than that.

Don't you love her?

Yes, I remember, Miss Foster.

Can I put your catch on ice for you?
Would you please?

Save them up and we'll use them in a big
celebration sometime.

Nice to see you, Miss Foster. I'll be in
the car.

You don't know what a compliment that
was, honey.

Compliment? My husband calling you miss.

Foster. That's the first time in his
life he's ever been formal with a pretty

face. I guess lover's getting impatient.

I guess he is.

Customer's coming.

Who?

Marchand.

That Mr.

Marchand has turned into a real bear of
a fisherman, hasn't he?

Good morning, Mr.

Foster. Mr. Marchand.

Oh, I couldn't hold lover this morning.
He wanted to get right out and get

fishing. Well, why not?

I'm sorry. I've got another party coming
in a little while.

Oh. If I'd known you were coming, I
wouldn't have taken this other party.

You can't very well be in two boats at
the same time, can you?

Not very well.

Let's see.

We can go tomorrow.

Why don't we go along?

I mean, it's a nice day.

don't know very much about boats,
sweetie.

If I can drive a car, I'm sure I can
handle an outboard motor.

Any problem?

You take it careful. You shouldn't have
any trouble.

You see?

Come on.

Well, come on.

All right.

Give the folks at lunch you packed for
the Johnsons.

Oh, don't bother.

It's no bother. We can pack another.

There's not much in it. Just a couple of
bottles of beer and some sandwiches.

Thank you, honey. That'll be all we
need. Keep your fingers crossed that we

don't hit a snag and bust a hole in the
boat.

Where are you planning to try first?

Oh, just down here a ways.

Why so far?

Well, because it's the best place.

Did he?

I guess it's all right then.

Well, lover, you made it. We're here.

Yeah, I made it.

Oh, would you like a sandwich or a
bottle of beer?

Later, maybe, right?

Right now, maybe you'd better throw out
the anchor.

Okay, but that's hard work.

It didn't hurt your coffee, did it?

Thanks, Pop.

That ought to be the Marshan boat coming
back.

What happened?

I did just what you told me to.

We didn't taste the beer and sandwiches.

But there's no telling what else you may
find in a lunch basket.

Thank you, Nyla.

When Lover reached over to grab me by
the ankles, he just sort of fainted and

fell overboard.

Of course, I couldn't help him.

Everybody knows I can't swim.

Too bad, Gladys.

Such a tragic accident.

A tragedy like that.

I don't think it would be quite proper
if we got married in less than six

months. Do you, Floyd?

No. No, I don't.

Do you mind if I borrow the convertible
tonight?

The moral of this story is that fishing
is poor in the state penitentiary, a

fact which Gladys, Floyd, and Nyla
subsequently learned.

And now for another moral, after which
you shall find me still on the job.

If you think watching a commercial is
tiring, you should try cleaning up

afterwards.

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