All language subtitles for Hitchcock s01e28 Last Seen Wearing Blue Jeans.eng

Good evening.

Our country welcomes you, and may I
search your luggage?

I find the life of a border guard quite
diverting. It's very much like working

at the checkout stand of a giant
supermarket.

I also have a very lucrative sideline. I
retouch passport photographs for men.

The women prefer to retouch their faces
instead.

Since tonight's story is called...

Last seen wearing blue jeans, it was
first suggested that I dress

However, I demurred. I consider it
undignified to appear in women's

Our story concerns an English family on
a tour of America.

Because of a strange happening, their
tour becomes a detour, and they see more

of the continent than they had planned.

Their adventure follows in just one
minute.

Stopping? What time is it, darling?

Midnight. Oh, it's still awfully hot.

You must be exhausted.

Not exactly. Just difficulty keeping
awake.

I thought we could use a spot of tea.

That sounds like a wonderful idea.

Lauren, wake up!

Lauren!

Now we're stopping for a cup of tea.

I'll help you, darling. Thank you.

Where are we?

Some place called Slauson in Arizona.

Near the Mexican border.

Really?

Well, we must be in the desert.

That's where we're driving at night.
It's too hot in the day.

Come on, Steve, come on.

I'll just sit any place you like, folks.

Oh, thank you.

How about here, darling?

All right?

Yes.

Evening, folks.

Hot enough for you?

Yes, it certainly is.

A little cool off in an hour or so.

What'll it be?

We'd like some tea, please.

Iced tea.

I think we'd rather have hot tea,
please. With milk. Tea with milk?

You all must be Canadians.

No, English.

Oh, you making a trip?

Yes, on our holidays.

A vacation.

I never dreamed it was so far.

New York to California.

We rented a car, you see, and we're
driving across the country.

Best way to see it.

Say, we have some homemade apple pie.
You all want some?

Apple pie? Yes, I'm sure I would.

Roberta? Sounds lovely.

Yes, please.

How about you, dear?

No, thank you. Just lemonade.

Coming right up.

We're here now.

We go through El Centro, on to San
Diego, and then up to Los Angeles.

When shall we get there?

The day after tomorrow, I hope.

Oh, not at the table, dear.

I'm sorry, but I'm so sleepy.

I think I'll go back to the car and wait
for you there.

All right. All right, dear. We won't be
long.

No, he's expecting her.

How about the slip?

Yeah, I got that.

Let's go back in there.

We ought to be on our way.

It's almost 200 miles to our next stop.

Yes, I suppose we should.

Oh, dear.

You seem to have run out of stations.

I can't seem to get anything on the
wireless.

Radio.

Americans say radio.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, anyway, wireless or radio, there's
nothing on it.

Sightseeing.

That's not quite fair. I'm a captive
audience, you know. Oh, darling.

Oh, it gets cold so suddenly in the
desert, doesn't it?

I think I'll get my sweater.

Slow down a minute, darling, will you,
while I look?

David! What's wrong?

Lauren! She isn't in the back seat.

She's gone.

Now, just a minute before you get so
upset.

But where is she? Where is she?

Perhaps she's back at that cafe.

You mean where we stopped for tea?

Right.

Remember, she left the table before we'd
finished eating.

But she said she was going back to the
car.

Yes.

Well, she must have changed her mind or
gone for a walk or... But that was hours

ago.

Well, the cafe's open all night now.

She'll be safe enough.

David, you don't think something's
happened to her? That some man could

picked her up? No, of course not.

No.

Lauren knows how to take care of
herself.

How come you didn't show up at Kate's
with the new plates?

I get them late.

You have to come here anyway.

You want me to strip it? The radio and
heater?

No, no, no. It's too late.

I'll drive it in as is.

Got a buyer waiting for it in Mexico
City.

You going on through tonight?

That's right.

Before you roll, Gatto and me got
something we want to talk to you about.

What?

$13 ,000 American.

That sounds interesting.

You've been holding out on us.

What's eating you?

I'm the guy who has to peddle them red
hot.

You know what the deal was?

A four -way even split. I lift them and
you get them with registration in place.

My garage is a good front, yes?

Strip, paint.

You think it's easy, huh?

I'll skip it.

Without my contact, you couldn't get rid
of them.

Forget it. Except I ain't forgetting the
13 Gs the rest of us got coming.

Okay, so I'll talk to you about it
later.

You ain't going nowhere until...

Is he dead?

Very.

We gotta get him out of here.

Who's that?

I've never seen her before.

I have.

Yes? Kate speaking.

There's been a fight here at the garage.

Gross just knocked off Al.

You meatheads.

Now shut up and listen.

First, get rid of him.

In the desert.

I understand.

Then get that girl.

No, I don't remember any young girl
coming back in here tonight.

But you would recognize her, wouldn't
you, Mr. Cates?

She's wearing blue jeans and a plaid
shirt.

Oh, sure. I remember her now.

Of course, I wasn't out in front all the
time. I had to be back in the kitchen.

Well, perhaps the waitress might
remember her.

Rose? Can we ask her?

Well, of course. Rose?

What do you want, Vance?

These folks have lost their kid.

Our daughter.

You remember us, don't you? We were
sitting at that table over there, and

had a lemonade.

After we left, did she come back in?

No. Aren't you sure?

Well, yeah, I'm sure. I just had to
think, that's all.

It's like I said.

Then we must talk to the police right
away.

That you can tell us where to go. Be
glad to.

We have a very fine constable here. His
name is Batterman.

Where do you find him?

Well, the least I can do is take you
there myself.

Well, that's very kind of you.

to hear about your trouble, spoiling
your trip and all.

I told these folks you'd help them find
their daughter.

Sure, Vince, sure.

Well, Mr. Batterman, where do we start?

Well, we start with what we know, which
ain't very much, but it is something.

What's that?

Well, for instance, we know your
daughter ain't in Slauson.

This is a little burg, and I know
everything that goes on in it. That's

And if she tried to hitchhike, say, into
Los Angeles...

Well, she'd have been picked up by the
highway patrol. The boys would have

notified me, so all we have... Wait,
wait, wait.

You just gave me an idea.

Perhaps she did try to hitchhike and got
a ride.

Is that a map of this territory?

Yes, it is.

There are many places she could go to.

If Lauren doesn't know this country, she
might have...

lost her sense of direction and gone the
wrong way.

Now, there's just this one main U .S.
highway going through Slauson.

And the second road just across the
border to Slauson from Mexico.

And here's a town, the nearest one in
Mexico.

How do you pronounce that?

Dos Cacheros.

Well, that's better than 50 miles from
here.

Now, it doesn't make much sense here
getting a ride, crossing the border and

landing in Dos Cacheros. No, sir. But it
wouldn't be until she got to Dos

Cacheros. Does she know she's gone the
wrong way?

Now, Tom's right, Mr. Saunders. Your
daughter would have been stopped at the

border. She'd know then, wouldn't she?

Yes, I hadn't thought of that.

Well, we'd better find a place to stay
the night. I suppose so.

But we're very worried, Mr. Batterman.

Lauren's only 17, and if she should have
been picked up by some man... Now,

don't you worry, Mr. Saunders.

Your daughter's going to be all right.

Now, why don't you get some rest over at
the motel, and Vince and me will keep

in touch with you.

Well, thank you very much.

David, I have a feeling something's
wrong.

I think I know what you mean.

Those two are trying to stop us from
going to Mexico.

Why would they do that?

I don't know.

But I'll tell you what we're going to
do.

We're going to drive to Dusk at Shuris
and talk to the police there ourselves.

Come on.

You know the head cop down there, don't
you?

Alfalf? Sure.

Call him up and tip him off just in case
they start crying over there.

Make up a good story. Tell him
they're...

fire on his troublemakers, and he might
end up in a lot of hot water.

Don't worry. I'll give him an earful.

Hello. Get me Senor Alba, the chief of
police of Dos Cacheros.

Estados Unidos.

Baby.

Very pretty.

Bonita.

No, please.

I'm in a hurry. Hurry.

Plenty time.

Good time. Amigos. No, no, really. I
must go. No, you come with us.

Vino rojo. Red wine.

Music. Dance.

Hey,

do you want to kiss me?

Ah, déjela. Vamos a la copa. Por lo
tequila.

Found her yet?

That's a stupid question. No.

Did you get rid of the stiff?

Six feet of thin.

All right.

Speak English.

Could you tell me where I am?

Town. Name of this town.

Mexico.

Mexico.

Where is the police station?

Police. Police station.

Yes.

Police station.

I don't think I have any money.

My parents have a... Oh, no, no, no, no,
no.

No quiero dinero.

Quiero que coma. Ande. Ande, coma.

Thank you very much.

Ah, si.

Agua. Y tampoco picante.

Thank you very much.

It's very good, really. Just unexpected.

I tell you, man, we should make
inquiries.

Looking indoors.

If you ask questions around for a young
chick, somebody remembers the playboy.

He's in there.

Good. We get her. Wait a minute.

Who's the woman with her?

Maria Roca, a widow.

She runs the place.

Any draft?

The cop?

No.

She might scream her head off.

We've got to handle this right.

Well,

well, hello, young lady.

We certainly had quite a time finding
you.

Maria. You don't seem very happy to see
us.

Maria, don't let them... Please, you
don't understand. He killed a man.

Maria, please, call the police. The
policia.

Oh, policia.

Policia, usted?

Es un agente de policia.

That's right.

That's a lie.

God don't give the name the facts of
life. I want to have a talk with the

Maria, Maria, no.

Let me go.

I'm coming.

Maria, Maria, don't let them.

You're going out of here with us if we
have to carry you.

No lo puedo creer. Calma, señora.

You know what he's telling her?

That I'm a juvenile officer from the
United States.

It seems you've been a very bad girl who
ran away from home. And I'm here to

take you back to your parents.

All right, let's go right out the back
door.

Hey,

Maria, tengo mucha hambre.

Muñeca, my little doll.

Hello. Vete.

Hey, she don't go with you, big fat pig.

Sugar daddy.

Tell these punks to get lost.

Stay there.

I'll pick them.

No, we don't want any more trouble.

You take the street, and I'll take the
alley.

It's got to be around here someplace.

It's over there.

Excuse me. We want to see the chief of
police.

I'm Chief Alfaro.

You're Mr. and Mrs. Saunders. I've been
expecting you.

Thank you.

Won't you be seated, please?

Someone must have telephoned you. Yes,
Senor Batterman. That gave us an

opportunity to get right to work. And do
you have any news?

Unfortunately, no.

But that can also be good news.

I've questioned my men, and your
daughter was not seen in those cucharas

night. She wasn't. And you checked
everywhere?

Certainly.

But doesn't that take more time than you
had?

You forget, senor, we have only a small
town.

And my men are very efficient. Your
daughter isn't here.

What are we going to do now?

We can't just keep on waiting and
hoping.

If we hear anything, I'll let you know
through senor Batterman.

And there doesn't seem much more to be
done here.

You must remember, senor.

It is most probable your daughter never
came to Los Cucharros. Or Mexico.

Perhaps if we stayed here for a while.

Our hotel, if you can call it that, is
not good.

I think you would be much more
comfortable in Slauson.

All right, thank you.

Darling.

Don't you think we should make a few
more inquiries ourselves?

I don't see the point of it. The police
can't come up with anything. Oh, look.

There's a priest. Let's ask him.

All right.

Father.

Perhaps you could help us.

Have you seen a young English girl
either last night or this morning?

Thank you.

Buenos dias.

You have reached the halfway point in
your journey, and you must detour

to the stations which carry this
program.

I shall be on duty when you return.

In the theater, before the beginning of
a new act, an expectant hush falls on

the audience.

In television, we take no chances. We
drown you out with a commercial.

Here are your passports.

Did you buy anything in Mexico? No.

And your luggage is already in the
United States?

You've only been in Mexico for a few
hours.

Okay. Go ahead.

Oh, Inspector.

My husband and I accidentally became
separated from our daughter in Slawson

night. We've been in Mexico looking for
her.

This is a picture of her.

Her name's Lauren.

Lauren Saunders.

She's 17 years old, fair hair, blue
eyes, and she's wearing blue jeans. I

thought perhaps you might have seen her.

Has she by any chance crossed the
border?

No, I haven't seen her.

However, you understand we don't inspect
cars leaving a stage going into Mexico.

Oh?

Oh, no, keep the picture, please.

And if you should see her, would you
tell her that we're waiting in Slauson?

At the Sunset Trail Motel.

I certainly will.

We'd be so very grateful, Mr...
Henderson.

Mr. Henderson.

I say, are you driving to the States?

If Mabel can make it.

Mabel? Meet Mabel.

May I come with you?

Sure, hop in.

You're a mess.

Well, I don't usually look like this.

What happened to you?

What?

I'm in the most awful trouble.

You don't have to start crying.

I've got a perfect ride if I want to.

Well, you tell me what's the matter.

You won't believe me.

Try me.

Well, last night we were driving.

My mother and my father and I.

And now I don't know how to get back
across the border into the States.

I don't have my British passport with
me, you know.

So that's why you talk real far out?

Well, we were speaking at first.

Do I really sound odd?

Oh, it doesn't sound too bad once you
get used to it.

Thanks.

Oh, but you will help me to get across.

Oh, sure.

Gotta think about it first, though.

Continue to drive and think at the same
time.

They wouldn't let you in a dog pound the
way you look right now.

Better. See if you can't get some of
that dirt off your face.

See if you can't do something with your
hair.

I must look awful.

Well, you don't look like Miss America
or Miss England either.

Hungry? Oh, yes, I am rather.

cowboys around here.

Are there any dukes in England?

Don't be silly, of course.

No one over here.

Do you? Who?

Duke Snyder.

Oh, I don't think I've ever heard of
him.

Well, well, maybe not, but the whole
National League has.

Is this better?

You don't look so bad cleaned up.

Here's some crackers and some cheese.

Crackers?

They look more like biscuits to me.

I don't know what y 'all call them, but
they still taste like crackers.

Which reminds me, the way you say
things, you know, when we get to the

don't talk any more than you have to.

Well, I can speak a little French.

That'll be a big help.

Of course, you do sound like an
Easterner.

That's a cousin of mine from Boston.

What do you know about Boston?

Oh, loads.

Bunker Hill.

And, oh, the Boston Tea Party.

And, uh... Great, just great. All they
have to do is ask you one question and

you'll be through.

Do you think you could learn to talk
like an American?

Yes, of course I can.

Don't say yes. Say yep.

Yep? You know, more through your nose
and sort of cut it off and just yep.

Yep.

That'll have to do.

Now try nope.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

All I can say is maybe if we're lucky,
the inspector will be dead.

What are you going to tell him?

Just leave it to me.

Turn it down.

Huh? Turn the radio down.

Where were you born, son?

In the States, near Slauson. Is that
where you live?

On a ranch outside it.

All this stuff belong to you?

Yes, sir.

What's your name?

Pete Tanner.

Well, what were you doing in Mexico?

I was on a camping trip about three
days.

Who are you?

This is my sister, Mary.

Yep. She lives in... I didn't ask you.

Let her answer.

Where's your home?

Oh, I live on the ranch as well.

What was that?

I live on the ranch with my brother,
Peter.

Wait here. I'll be right back.

I'm worried.

I don't think they're going to let me
through.

We'll see about that. Hang on.

I'm sure glad you had sense enough to
come in and see me, Pete.

I know right where this young lady's ma
and pa are waiting.

Well, what about her getting kidnapped
and them two thugs killing a man? Don't

you think you'd better get... I know
very well what I'd better do.

Sometimes kids run away and make up
their stories afterward.

She may want to change her story
tomorrow.

I am not making up any story.

They killed a man.

Meanwhile, your ma and pa are worrying
and fretting. So, come on, let's go see

them.

Me too. I gotta be getting home. You
too. I guess perhaps her parents would

to thank you in person.

I ought to kick you out of here in your
fat seat right now.

Well, you told me to bring the girl
along when she showed up with the Tanner

kid. I had to bring him too.

Try that again and I'll slap you silly.

Hold on, no noise.

Over there and sit down.

You knucklehead, I pay you to use a
little sense.

Now I've got two of them.

All right, get back to your office in
case Sonders comes snooping again.

What are you going to do with them,
Kate?

Get out of here.

and us Tanners are related to half the
people in this county. You talk too

kid.

I... I'm not worried.

Get some beer out there, good.

Let us go, please.

We won't say anything to anyone.

My fault. It was a mistake. I just got
into the wrong car.

She's just a girl. She doesn't know one
kind of car from another.

You told Tom Batterman you picked her up
at the border?

Yeah.

Where's your car now?

It's out in the parking lot. Batterman
told me to follow him over.

You idiots. I got to do all the
figuring.

Drive his car around and back out of
sight.

What were you doing in Mexico, kid?

None of your business.

What were you doing in Mexico, kid?

Still none of your... Pete, tell him!

I was on a camping trip.

Oh, a camping trip, huh?

That's very interesting.

I hear, though, they have accidents on
camping trips.

Well, I'm not camping tonight, and I'm
supposed to be back at the ranch right

now. Maybe you decided to camp out one
more night near Slauson with your...

With your friend.

Your car turned over, you had an
accident.

Fatal.

Yes, I understand.

Yes, of course.

Yes, thank you, sir. I'll do that.

Well, that was the British consul in Los
Angeles.

What did he say?

He said we should ask Batterman to call
in the FBI.

The FBI?

David.

That means he thinks... He thinks Lauren
may have been kidnapped.

Yes, darling, I'm afraid so.

Well, I suppose we should drive on to
Los Angeles and talk to the FBI there.

No.

No, I'm staying here.

But you've done all we can in Slauson.

Look, how about a drink?

I don't want a drink. Well, just a
little one.

All right, just a short one.

Yes? Yes, this is Mrs. Saunders.

Who?

Oh, Mr. Henderson, yes.

Yes, we've been out all the afternoon.

You think it was?

Was she all right?

Oh, thank heaven.

Yes.

What was that name again?

Yes. Yes, I have it.

Thank you. Thank you.

So much.

Who was that?

Darling, that was Mr. Henderson. You
remember the customs officer.

He thinks he saw Lauren. She was with a
boy.

A boy?

He seemed to think she was all right.

The boy's name is Tanner.

He lives on a ranch quite near here.

Apparently, he must have met Lauren
somewhere in Mexico and he brought her

over the border. And they drove through
customs before Mr. Henderson could stop

them.

Here's a Mel Tanner.

Rural Route 3.

Is that you, Pete?

My name is Saunders. Are you Mr. Tanner?

Yeah.

Do you have a son called Pete?

That's right.

My wife and I are looking for our
daughter, Lauren.

We missed her last night at Kate's Cafe,
and we heard just now from the customs

officer that she'd crossed back over the
border this afternoon with your son.

Well, maybe.

My boy's been down to Mexico.

He promised to be back and help with the
chores tonight.

Not like Pete to be so late.

Is it possible that he could have called
your wife?

The missus died some years back.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But we're terribly worried, Mr. Tanner.

Don't blame you.

You say you missed your girl at Kate's
Cafe?

Yes, sir.

Well, maybe after Pete picked her up, he
drove her back there.

But Mr. Kate's promised to let us know
if she came back.

Well, if it was me, I ain't sure I'd
depend on Vince Kate's promises.

What do you mean by that?

Well, he's kind of shifty. I don't trust
him.

Besides, I'd like to know what happened
to Pete, too.

Why don't we go and see Cates and let me
talk to him?

That's my dad.

Open up, Cates.

Keep him quiet.

I'm going to squeak out of you, kid, and
I'll give it to your old man.

He'll wake the whole blasted town.

Hold it. I'm coming.

Mel Tarn.

I'll miss Mrs. Sanders.

You keep quiet.

Once I'm out of you, I'll kill your
mother part too.

We still haven't found Lauren. Both of
them.

My boy's missing too.

Seen she hitched a ride with Pete from
Mexico.

You heard from your daughter, huh? And
she's with Mel's son?

We just had a message from the customs
officer on the border.

They drove right past him.

Thought maybe the kids dropped by here
to get a bite.

No, no, no, no.

They didn't come in here.

I ain't seen your daughter, Saunders.

Or your son either, Mel.

Seems odd that Pete didn't try and
contact his father.

Well, sometimes kids just don't stop to
think.

Well, they couldn't have come in here no
higher.

I've been closed up since about six.

The cook went home sick and Rose went a
night off, so I figured it'd be a good

time to go with my books.

Never knew you'd have closed down
before, Kate.

Thought you were open day and night.

I gotta pay my taxes.

They don't pay to argue with the
collectors.

Just can't figure Pete taking off
without saying nothing about it.

Now, look, I can't help what the two
kids did.

They'll turn up.

Better not find them. Just give them a
little more time.

Seems to me he's had enough time.

What kind of car was your son driving,
Mel?

You've seen it often enough. A Jeep.

Well, now, it shouldn't be too hard to
spot that old Jeep.

Or your daughter either, son. Is a
pretty girl like that?

I can't see how they can both disappear
in a small town like this.

Well, maybe I'm lucky I don't have no
kids. But I'm telling you, if I did, I'd

be hard put to know what they're up to.

Depends on how you raise them.

There's no offense intended.

They're nice enough kids.

Well, there's no point in hanging around
here.

I'm sorry, folks. I'm real sorry.

If you ever come through Slauson again,
drop in.

Don't you think?

Well, that shirt doesn't look bad on
you. It looks good.

Really? Well, I'll wash and iron it and
send it back to you.

You're welcome to keep it. That's a
souvenir.

And I'll send you a souvenir from
London.

Or perhaps you'll have a chance to pick
it out yourself.

Meaning what?

Well, I've been working on my mother to
have you come visit us next summer.

Hey now that sounds like a great idea It

was

very nice knowing you Well, don't go
getting lost again nope

Goodbye. Perhaps next summer Pete can
come over and visit us.

Could you, Pete?

Mind if I miss some more chores next
summer, Dad?

Might be arranged, son.

Good, honey.

Come on, Lauren.

So long, Pete.

And so, as the sun begins sinking in the
west, we take leave of charming Larson

of Slauson, Arizona.

By the way, you may proceed on through.
I can now reveal that this is not

actually the border of anything, just a
device to keep the audience until the

play is over. Good night.

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