All language subtitles for Hitchcock s02e10 Good-Bye, George.eng

Good evening.

Welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

When one becomes interested in
collecting authentic folk music, the

instrument to purchase is an electronic
tape recorder.

I recently made a trip among the
mountaineers of our country. The trip

rewarding, for it is from people like
this that one can hear music that is

uncontaminated by sordid commercialism.

Sounds that speak from the human heart.

At this point, I was still creeping up
on my subjects.

There is perhaps no better place to
collect folk music than in a jailhouse,

I lost little time reaching this goal.

Actually, the town didn't have a
jailhouse.

They use an echo chamber instead.

This evening's Hootenanny deals with
some folk in the little village of

Hollywood, California.

Lana Lane was a motion picture star with
hardly a care in the world.

Until... But that's what our story's
about.

First, however, a number that is truly
indigenous to American television.

A commercial.

O Lord, from whom all strength and
comfort flows, teach me

to know thy will and not my own.

Forgive my pettiness and pride.

I am vain and willful, I know, thinking
too often of myself alone.

Lord, make me ugly.

If it would help me to serve you more.

Cut. Print it.

Oh, Lana, baby, that was great. Was it
all right?

Okay, boys, set up a reverse shot in the
nuns.

Sister, you never looked lovelier.

Thank you, Hayley. It's a little like
kissing my third grade teacher.

Lana, darling, I knew you'd want this
lovely lady to come and say hello. Well,

naturally, of course, Dave. How are you,
Hayley, dear?

A little out of breath, if you must
know, dear.

Hayley, come over here and sit down. Oh,
yes.

Lana, it looked wonderful. Oh, gee. Oh,
it looked wonderful.

Thank you, Lana. Thank you.

Well,

actually, dear, I've got 20 million
readers who can't wait to find out how

feel about being nominated for the
Academy Award.

Well, I'm grateful to almost everyone
connected with the picture, but most of

all, and you may quote me, most of all,
I am indebted to my personal manager,

Harry Lawrence, who insisted in the face
of so many studio objections that the

part of Martha in Waverly Street was
exactly right for me.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you for everything.

You know what my readers really want to
know more than anything else they want

to know when you two plan to be married.

Why, Hala, that doesn't answer my
question.

Well, maybe not, Hala, dear. But one
thing I can promise you, that you will

the very first to know.

I'd better be.

Well,

the only thing that I might add is that
at the moment...

At the moment, I have very little
intent... Harry.

What is it?

Harry, please take me to my bungalow.
Please, hurry.

What's the matter? What happened? I
can't tell you here. Excuse me. Lana,

can't just walk out like this.

I don't know what happened.

Don't apologize, Dave.

I've been snubbed by royalty and
acrobats, but never until now by a

an Academy Award.

You're still trembling.

All right, now, what is it?

My imagination, I hope. Larry, stay with
me, please.

All right, of course I will.

I... I thought I saw George.

George?

walking out on an interview with Hala
French, of all people. All right, Dave,

now knock it off.

Lana's not feeling well.

And I absolutely refuse to have her
stand on her head for Hala French or for

anyone else. Just as simple as that,
huh?

Yes, sir, just as simple as that.

Well, maybe you two can afford to brush
off the press. But as publicity head of

this studio, I can't.

Dave, don't fret.

I'll work on Hala. You will?

Delighted. You'd be astonished how easy
it is to smooth out a wrinkled oval leaf

like Hail of France. Yeah, well, Hail of
France just happens to be... All right,

wait a minute. Hold it. Did I tell you
I'd take care of it? Well, you told me,

but I... Uh,

give me a second. I'll be right with
you.

Harry, wait... One second.

Harry! All right.

Now, wait a minute.

I want you to forget all this.

You're under a lot of pressure now.

You're tired. Your nerves are upset.

What you saw was, uh...

Who knows? Some little guy that bore a
slight resemblance to George. I'm right,

aren't I? Aren't I?

I guess so, Harry.

You're always right.

Oh, darling.

Well, you take yourself a nice warm
shower. I'll be back soon as I can.

Oh, peaches, baby.

I mean, that was no dream you seen
walking. That was me.

Your own loving husband.

The last of the Red Hotka Davis.

How about that, huh?

Don't you think you ought to answer it?

Hello?

George, the newspaper said you were shot
in that bank robbery in Newark.

Which only proves that you just can't
believe them obits.

You know something, Peaches?

Gotta tell you, I really go for this.

George, George, I don't understand.

It's simple, Peaches.

I switched wallets with the guy that got
shot so the cops wouldn't go looking

for me.

Only trouble is, you just can't trust
them cops.

Some quiz kid detective down at
headquarters recognized the cadaver as

O'Toole and not Little Georgie.

Three months later, I'm sitting in a
bar, Joey's joint in St. Louis, when the

cops grab me and they make me do five
years as their guest, under my real

too. And the crummy newspapers don't
even give me second billing to the honey

ads.

That's show business for you.

But you know, this is nice.

Real nice.

Not much like the old days, huh,
Peaches?

George, I've got to get dressed.

It's been very nice seeing you again. I
mean, take all those county fairs and

one -nighters we used to play.

Me hustling the crowd for a quick buck,
remember?

Step right up, folks, and see little
peaches do her dance. And then you did

dance real slow and easy and mysterious,
like the natives never knew that grown

girls came with a full set of skin.

Ain't you sentimental about old times?

You and Snakebite are among the very few
things that fail me in that respect.

The old sense of humor, huh? Well,
that's my girl.

You know, I used to lay in my bunk and
say to myself, whatever happened to

Peaches? Then six months later, I get
out of the pen, and one day I spring two

bucks for a movie, and all of a sudden
it's very clear to me that everything's

happened to Peaches.

A new name, for one thing. I see Lana
Lane instead of Rosemary Peaches

Oh, that's an improvement I'll grant
you.

Also, a new set of curves, which are,
uh...

Well, more ladylike, you could say. Or
does it just seem that way since you

stopped tossing them around?

You mole, you... Baby, Angel, please.

Is that a nice way to talk to your
husband?

And I was just going to tell you how
much I like the new hairdo and that two

million dollar smile you got from some
dentist.

What's bugging you now?

How much will it cost to get you out of
my life?

Peaches Angel, let's not be commercial.

At least until we find out what happens
at the Academy Awards.

You might even win it.

Like I say, the whole thing's a laugh a
minute.

George, wait!

What are you going to do? Where are you
going?

I don't know yet, Peaches. I'll let you
know.

George!

As the saying goes, don't call us.

We'll call you.

gave the Oscar performance in that
picture, and I predict great things...

darling. Hala, here's someone who wants
to say hello.

Oh, darling.

Well, honestly, can you actually believe
all this? No, I actually can't.

Oh, dear. Hello.

Will you forgive me if I take our girl
away for a little while? Oh, no, don't

worry about me.

We'll be back.

Well, as I was saying... Oh, thank you
so much.

As I was saying, it's the kid's picture,
and I predict great things. She's

really going to go someplace.

Mark my words.

Hello.

Good evening. It's so nice to see you.

Hello.

Thank you, darling, for rescuing me. My
pleasure.

Why don't you give me that before you
drop it on my foot? Not on your life.

How are you bearing up?

I could use a drink.

Well, I think we can be arranged.

Tom, very dry martini, could I maybe?

to talk to Halo for five minutes without
walking away.

Honey, Dave's absolutely right. We've
got to get back to Halo. But give me a

second with her first, will you? I want
to kind of smooth things over. Come on,

Dave. Just come in a couple of minutes.

Oh,

hello, Ed. How nice to see you. I'll be
right back.

Oh, excuse me, dear. I'm so sorry. Oh,
it's nothing. I do hope you're having a

pleasant time. Tell me, do you know Ed
Jackson of the Union Press? Sally Tracy?

Don't you dare open that big rat trap
mouth of yours, do you hear?

I'll be upstairs, third door on the
left.

Now you two have got to get to know each
other. Excuse me.

Isn't she cute?

And such a lady.

Hey, what's the matter?

Nothing that won't be cured real soon,
honey. I'll see you around.

Oh, Mr. Jackson.

There's something I've been wanting to
talk to you about.

Don't you think it's a pity the way they
type young actresses nowadays?

George, George, in here.

This is nice and chubby, Peaches.

You know, I never figured we could
strike it so good.

It'd still be legal.

Well, well.

You, me, and Oscar.

Just the three of us.

Sturdy little fella, ain't he? Sure
don't look like me.

You know, I had every confidence you'd
win it. That's why I didn't bug you

last few days.

Figured you'd be busy taking bows.

How did you get into this party tonight?

No problem.

It's a press party, so I told them I was
from the press. What else did you tell

them?

Why, nothing precious.

At least, not yet.

What is your price, George?

Price, honey?

How can anyone put a price on the
situation we've got going here?

Like I said, you, me, and Oscar.

One little family against the world.
Stop it. Oh?

I'm not afraid of you anymore, George.

Harry knows all about you, and he knows
how to deal with people like you.

You're a personal manager? That's right.

How personal, Peaches?

Harry and I have discussed the whole
thing, and we've decided that every

has its price.

Harry's very good at this sort of thing.
You can talk over all the cash details

with him.

Tell me more.

The general idea is that you will go to
Mexico and get a quiet, uncontested

divorce. Oh, not from Lana Lane, of
course, but from that same Rosemary

who married you when she was 17 years
old.

Oh, them was the days, eh, Peaches? Oh,
you sure were a bouncy little dame. I

must also have had a hole in my head
large enough to hold a full cup of

How else could I have married you?

Oh, yes, sir, that's my Peaches. Give me
a girl with spirit every time. There's

no sense in our prolonging this
discussion, George. I have too many

downstairs.

Please call me tomorrow. Not at the
studio, but here.

And I'll tell you when and where you can
meet with Harry about the money.

Baby, I'm only trying to be friendly and
logical.

It stands to reason when a crippled
citizen like me... That's what the

used to call us sometimes.

Crippled citizens.

It stands to reason that I wouldn't want
to be shaken down, you or your

boyfriend, in any way that the law could
say was... If you'll pardon the

expression, the ugly word is extortion.

Well, that's very nice of you, George.

But I really don't mind helping you out
with a little something.

Teachers, baby.

Seriously, now.

Let's be honest with each other.

I mean...

Why would I want to talk with anyone
about money?

Well, I thought that... I mean, with you
winning the Oscar and the way things

are going right now, I'd say that you
and I had just about everything we need.

We?

This is California, baby.

Community property.

Well, naturally, what's mine is yours
and what's yours is mine.

Now, wait a minute.

Am I right?

I'm telling you right now, you won't get
away with it. Always talking about

getting away with something. The whole
idea is ridiculous.

Here, for instance.

Just to pass the time, sort of, I took
the trouble of checking into our real

estate holdings.

Oh, I like what you've done.

With only a few exceptions.

Now, I'm not knocking that warehouse you
bought in downtown L .A., but I'm sure

we can get some more mileage out of our
money in the valley. Our money? Now, you

listen to me.

Peaches, honey.

I'm trying to point out to you in a
friendly way that I'm 100 % for

property. And why wouldn't I be? It's
the way they've got it written in the

books.

If anybody ever found out that I had
ever been married to you, my career

wouldn't be worth a dime to you or
anybody else.

That's the old -fashioned point of view,
baby.

The smart thing nowadays is to have come
up the hard way.

How? Like a snake up a rope the way
you're creeping into my life now?

Peaches, you can take our own case.

I guarantee it's got universal appeal.

You are out of your mind. Do you hear
me? Out of your rock -headed skull.

Now, listen.

A pushnook pays his debt to society.

That's me.

Five long years in the cooler he gets.

And don't spare the details, because in
the fan magazines, they will love it to

pieces.

Five long years in the cooler.

And when the warden shakes his hand and
says goodbye, who's waiting from

outside?

Faithful as a crosstown bus?

You guessed it, baby.

The same little girl he left behind.

Only now she happens to be Hollywood's
most glamorous package.

And she's waiting for the same poor
schnook with her heart as big as the

National Bank.

I tell you, it's what dreams are made
of. The end of the rainbow.

Oh, baby, it's Cinderella even, except
that this time Cinderella's wearing

pants. Come here, baby. We got it made.

We got it made.

George.

Is he?

Oh, yes. He couldn't be any dead if you
had him kippered and hung.

Harry, what are we going to do?

Well, I don't know exactly, darling.

Actually, you could plead self -defense,
I suppose.

The obvious and prudent thing would be
to call the police, and yet...

Harry, you promised me that she'd
cooperate.

All right, dear. Now, what is it now?
This is a party for the press. We

even photographed her with the Oscar
yet.

You're right. Hold on one second.

a gorgeous idea, sweetheart. You're
going to love this.

Downstairs you'll find a nice location
and we'll get a shot of her with both of

these. Huh?

Is that beautiful?

Huh? And I guarantee you she'll be
downstairs in less than five minutes.

right?

Okay. There we go. But don't forget,
Harry, it's her neck just as much as

Right. I've got a job to do for the
studio. Five minutes, sweetheart.

Count of five.

What are we going to do now?

Well, what do you think?

Well, darling, I don't know. All I can
do is rely on you.

Darling, we could lose everything.

Yes, it crossed my mind.

Is there any chance he was seen coming
in here?

No. No, I don't think so. I mean, all
the help and caterers were downstairs at

the time. He was passing himself off as
one of the reporters. I'm sure nobody

knew him.

Oh, Harry, what should we do?

I say let's go for the brass ring.

I say let's get rid of George.

Oh, Harry.

But let's save the celebration until
we're alone, all right?

I mean, your cedar closet has a
combination.

Uh -huh. You're the only one with a
combination.

Oh, yes, Harry.

Well, that's good enough for now. We'll
play the rest by ear.

I don't understand. You open the cedar
closet.

Freshen your lipstick.

Put on a nice big smile, and we'll be
out here in about 55 seconds.

But, Harry,

we can't leave the body in there.

Honey, you just be charming to
everybody. When we get downstairs, leave

to me.

You make a beautiful widow. I'm not even
sure you need the lipstick, but hurry.

angel of patience.

That girl is exhausted, honey.

I can't think of anything in the world
that would bring her down those stairs

this time except her loyalty to you. Oh,
you're a fraud. A shameless fraud.

You're peaked.

Darling, I want you to wait right here.
I have a very important announcement to

make. Announcement? Am I in charge of
public relations here? Did they ask me

over to count the sandwiches? Oh, don't
be sensitive, Dave. I never am. Oh,

Haley, darling, you're not leaving.

No. Oh.

to make. Will you all gather around?
Just come right in here.

Love that man. I just love that man.
Well, you're a little late, Hayler,

It happens that I do, too.

Uh, my friends?

I, uh, don't think there's anyone here
that I don't know well enough to call a

friend.

I have something to say to you which I'm
just vain enough to think to hope will

be of interest to all of you.

For heaven's sake, are you going to
marry that glorious man?

But as I promised you once before,
Haley, if and when he decides to ask me,

you'll be the very first to know.

Before I launch into this announcement,
I think I'm entitled to a certain amount

of moral support, which only one of you
can supply at the moment, darling.

What is it, Harry?

It's certainly not any news that Lana
and I have been in love for a long time.

What? may -be news is that we've finally
decided to do something about it.

They couldn't. They wouldn't.

I think this press party is an ideal
time to make the announcement that Lana

I are about to be married.

They can't do this to me. She just said
I'd be

the first to know.

All right, fellas.

Hold it down just for a minute, please,
because I want to explain that this

brilliant idea came to me without
warning.

in a blinding flash of inspiration.

Consequently, I have forgotten one tiny
detail.

I haven't asked the bride to be.

Darling?

Oh, Harry!

My impression is the girl says yes.

Moreover, since she doesn't say no, I
can guarantee you we'll be out of here

within the hour on our way to Tijuana
and the first marriage counselor we can

roust out of bed.

Where are you going?

You'll have to forgive me, but I think
that's one thing that the bride and

should keep to themselves.

All I can say is if we'd known about
this beforehand, there would have been

champagne. Meanwhile, the bar remains
open.

Darling, I have no idea.

Honey, the honeymoon is a touch of
custom.

After all, could it be a better reason
if you're going on a long trip and

with you a large truck?

Me and Ed here, we'd like to wish you
and the future Mrs. Lawrence all the

and happiness.

Well, thank you. Thank you very much.
That's the nicest thing I've heard all

night.

Thank you again. See you later, fellas.

Open a seat of closet, honey.

Oh, Harry, I'm so scared.

I'm almost as frightened as I am
thrilled.

Well, why wouldn't you be?

How often does a girl knock off one
husband and haul him along on a

with a fellow next in line?

Oh, Harry, we mustn't be ghoulish.

I don't want to look inside.

You don't have to.

I just want to gather up the rest of
your trousseau.

Is he all right?

I'm sure he'll never look better.

pad this out with something.

I don't want him rattling around when he
goes downstairs.

I thought of that.

Oh, you did, did you?

How many husbands have you disposed of,
dear?

Well, only one so far.

That wasn't especially funny.

Darling, let's go over this one more
time.

Now, assuming that we're out of here in
the next hour, we'll be in Tijuana a

little after midnight. Sit down.

Getting married down there, as you know,
is a very...

Trying ordeal may take us all to 20
minutes.

Harry, you make it sound so romantic.

It's a talent I have.

Thank you.

I can do better.

I've told Dave he can bring all the
reporters he wants to Tijuana. That's

business. But where we go on our
honeymoon is entirely up to us.

But they might follow us.

Let them try. If they want to, I doubt
very much they will. I've been busy

creating the impression we're going
someplace deep into Mexico.

All right, now, just to get our own
stories straight, from Tijuana we have

east. Catch the main road south.

Then we'll double back.

At a point roughly here.

And cross back into the States at
Mexicali. And from there, can't be more

another hour to my shack.

Tony.

Bury George before daybreak.

That's our slogan, darling.

Yes, Harry.

There's one more thing.

Yes, Harry.

I haven't got the key.

Well,

I hope you both realize that Hala French
is now your devoted enemy.

And worse than that, she's also turned
on me.

Gee, I'm sorry, Dave.

She gave me a preview of Monday's
column.

Believe me, it is not going to assist
you in any plans you may have for the

future. Well, Dave, what would you like
me to do? Take her on a separate

honeymoon when I get back from this one?

Harry! Honey!

I'm only kidding. Look, Hala's not a bad
egg.

I think she'd come around if you just,
you know, gave her a nice little scoop.

Maybe an exclusive on your first day of
marriage.

What you ate for breakfast.

The kind of family you hope to have.
Your hopes, your dreams.

It's not a hogwash, Dave. And it could
save our skins in 300 newspapers.

Harry, look, the least you could do is
let Hala know where you're going.

I told you, Mexico.

Deep in Mexico.

Guaymas.

Chihuahua, Guadalajara, you name it,
I'll try to pronounce it, but I

you won't be able to find us.

You're sure of that? Not with a Geiger
counter or with Hala's twitching nose.

David, tell you what I will do.

I promise that I will phone Hala an
exclusive report on our honeymoon the

the first week.

I guarantee it.

You can tell her she's the only old crow
in the world that we're allowing to

peep into our nest.

I'm speaking figuratively, of course.

Could help.

As a matter of fact, it might even take
me off the hook. You can even tell her

if she wants to. She can still be made
of honor. Two of you can ride down with

us and hitch a ride back. Now, will you
get out of here? Yeah. Okay, Harry. So

long. Mr. Lawrence, we thought maybe it
was time to help you down to your car

with the trunk.

Not just yet, Al. We'll be ready in a
few minutes.

Okay. That'll be fine.

Oh, and another thing, Ed, here and me,
we want to give this to Miss Lane.

Oh, how sweet of you.

Well, I don't know what to say.

Go ahead.

That's for both of you.

All right, Al. Thanks very much. We'll
call for you in a few minutes.

Oh, I almost forgot to give you the key
to the trunk.

Thank you.

All right. A couple of minutes now.

We're going to have to pack this thing a
little more tightly, honey.

Honey?

There are nice people in this world,
Harry.

I mean simple, unaffected people that
aren't forever trying to grasp something

for themselves.

I guess somehow I'd forgotten that.

Darling.

Why did you do that?

You like the least we can do?

Hear me out!

First week, darling, a blow -by -blow
from the Brighton Grove.

Harry, if you don't phone that story to
Hala, it's my neck.

What's the matter, Pally? Don't you
trust me?

what you said I'd see.

Nothing.

We're the only car in the road.

Tired?

I'm so tired and happy I could die.

Darling, can't you find a happier
expression?

Oh, darling, I'm sorry. I really didn't
mean it that way.

No, I mean... Oh, it's been such a long
and terrible...

Do you know something, Harry?

What?

I owe you my life.

I owe you everything.

All right, I'll send you a bill.

Why don't you relax a little?

Harry, what happened?

Nothing, honey. I just turned the car
around. We're heading back to Mexicali.

Oh, so soon?

Well, you've been asleep. We were
running south off for almost an hour.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

So far, I've seen an abandoned truck and
three cows.

Harry.

Do you think it's safe to go back to
California now?

Mm -hmm.

Have to be.

We want to get to the lodge and unload
George before daylight.

When we go back into California, that's
at Calexico, isn't it? Yeah.

First Mexicali and then Calexico.

Why?

Well, I just hope the customs
inspections are just as simple as you

will be. Oh, honey, listen.

I've never been challenged in over a 50
crossing.

They will ask us where we were born, and
we will reply with great courtesy in

the United States.

Then they may ask you if you have
anything on which duty should be paid,

will say no, not unless there's a tax on
dead husband.

Harry, please.

Well, honey, I'm just trying to
demonstrate to you how silly it is to

about it.

Those customs inspectors are going to
recognize you, and they're not going to

say, Miss Lane, may we peep into your
trousseau.

I'm sorry, Harry. It's just that I... I
know.

You cheer up.

We'll soon be rid of George.

Goodness, that's over. I told you we
wouldn't have any trouble at the border.

That guy was so busy gawking at you, we
could have had to backload it with

machine guns and tropical spiders.

Well, how much longer is it now?

Oh, another hour or so.

We stay on 98 and 80 almost all the way,
then we turn off at the lake.

Would you want me to get the map out of
your coat?

No, I don't need it.

Flight two, will you, hon?

Thank you again.

My pleasure.

There's a car coming up behind us rather
fast.

There's no need to get someone excited.

Could it be Dave and those reporters?

No, I don't think so. Not this time.

Gary, they must have found out.

What can we do?

Hold on to yourself.

That's what you can do.

It would be charming if it kills you.

Your license?

Yes, sir.

Eighty -five miles an hour is too fast
on this road to add any time.

And with the curves ahead, it's a nice
chance that you'll break your neck.

I realize it's much too fast, officer.
I'm sorry.

The truth is we've only been married for
a few hours. We've chosen this route

back to Los Angeles to fool reporters.

I'm Lana Lane, officer.

I know.

We got the message in on the border
patrol.

We're sort of allergic to dead bodies
around here.

Excuse me?

I mean, if you want to wrap yourselves
around a tree, do it back in L .A. or

Beverly Hills.

We don't want that kind of publicity.

Oh.

Here's your license.

Good night.

Good night.

You're the most insulting, impudent
police officers I've ever known.

Well, we made it, Angel.

Well, let's dispose of Jordan.

If you mean bury him tonight, the
answer's no.

I'm just too tired.

Tonight he goes in the cellar. He's
there keeping.

About tomorrow evening, old George is
going to be buried deeper than the

of a dinosaur.

Oh, Harry, I can't bear to look.

All right.

Okay, you don't have to.

Take your bag. Go on up to the house.

Out of the potted plant, by the door.

Oh, okay.

they deserved.

I don't approve of taking the first
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