All language subtitles for Hitchcock s03e09 Triumph.eng

Good evening.

A palmist recommended that I open a
butcher shop.

Actually, she didn't read my palm.

She got no further than my thumb. She
felt I was well endowed for the

I have a chopping block and a cold room.

Are you decent?

I want to be sure that all the meat is
dressed.

This evening's play takes place in the
Far East.

However, it is the Occidentals who prove
inscrutable.

The story also shatters another cliche
when it demonstrates that a rectangle

be just as dramatic as a triangle. But
first, a word from a gentleman who is

always welcome to enjoy the hospitality
of my air -conditioned guest room.

Our sponsor.

Do not be too effusive until you know
why the society sent him.

You told me before.

Do I?

You are the best judge of that, my dear.

Hello there.

At last I meet thee, Brother Fitzgibbon.
I am delighted to have you visit our

medical missionary, Brother Sprague.

My wife, Lucy.

How do you do?

And my wife, Mary?

I hope the river trip wasn't too
uncomfortable.

We could have sent the jeep, but Jawal
was repairing it.

Ramna, see that the baggage is placed in
the house.

Let's get out of this infested area. The
river shore is the worst, you know.

Worst? For insects. Not only the
creeping and crawling, but the flying

well. And this one is wrong.

Yes, Mother Fitzgibbon? I was not
speaking to you. I was speaking of you.

You know he's not cleaning the path for
me. It's his belief not to kill

anything.

I try to explain, or my husband does,
that is, medically speaking, that

are terrible, but they think it's
heaven's will.

Not really that dangerous, is it?

Hurry in, quickly.

Do you think this region would be so
infected with horrible diseases if it

weren't true?

Or that our medical clinic wouldn't be
necessary?

Set out the luncheon in one half hour.

Show Brother Sprague about.

Well, Brother Fitzgibbons, at last we
meet.

I can't tell you how I've admired you
all these years.

Unwarranted.

Anyone who locks himself into this place
and tries to feed these people toward

God in practical ways.

Ways you can feel and touch.

Giving people sulfur or quinine isn't a
divine function.

But someone must do it. And you.

And my wife.

Yes, of course.

You've both sacrificed so much to stay
here.

Build this wonderful medical missionary.

And to think you've accomplished so much
with so little.

So little for so long a time.

I'm at your service, Brother
Fitzgibbons.

I'm here to help you in any way I can.

Would you like to go to your room and
freshen up, my dear?

A bath.

You're rather pretty.

I've had a very easy life.

Your husband has been a missionary. That
is never easy.

He's a kind man.

He does everything for me, everything.

I have very little to do for myself.

He must be a good man.

A very good human being.

Perhaps too good.

You are a vain man.

A minor vice.

There is no such thing as a minor vice.

Trimming a mustache harms no one.

It's so difficult for you to be the kind
of missionary you should be.

I have a good reputation.

Because I have made sure of it.

Yes, you have.

You begrudge me that recognition.

I'm the first to admit it.

I have loved you.

I don't know if I still do.

I've had to forget my needs and devote
myself to your works.

So people on the outside would view you
as a great medical missionary.

I will not have that destroyed.

No one's trying to.

Then why are they here?

We've always needed help.

We didn't ask for help.

He's a good, kind person.

The missionary society is not about
testing you this way.

They have a reputation to protect, too.

His wife doesn't like this place.

How do you know?

She told me.

When?

Tell me when.

I was with you most of the day.

When did you have time to talk with her?

Tell me, when did you have time to talk
with her alone?

I don't know.

Sometime during the course of the day or
the evening.

Then you must have talked of other
things.

What about?

Tell me.

Oh, you foolish man.

You think a pretty young thing like that
is worth secrets from me.

Well, I know your vanities. I've seen
them.

I swear.

I'm the book I would swear, please.

Well, I'm sorry.

I want to pretend.

you from others from what they would do
to your reputation what is it you want

more than anything else in the world
your fame in the missionary society

as a great medical missionary do you
think young people

like that would come down here just to
help

They'll move around. They'll ask
questions. They'll seek out information.

They'll inquire about how many lives
you've saved.

How many illnesses you've cured. How
will you show them that?

Tell me.

Will you be such a hero then?

Will you be the great leader sacrificing
in the name of the Lord?

Will you?

You know what they'll find out, don't
you?

And then you...

You'll be recalled.

You'll be made a fool of in the eyes of
all the truly capable and dedicated

people who have looked after you.

You're right.

All I have is a reputation.

That's all I have.

Get out of the water!

Get out! It's dangerous!

You better do as he says, Lucy.

And when Ramna didn't say it was
dangerous.

Oh, natives do not think most of the
things that cause sickness are

But I've never worried about it.

My wife never worries about anything.
She's an inveterate optimist.

Living in a place like this for a while
will soon rob you of that.

It isn't all that bad.

Well, it's not my imagination that
people have been killed by river

poisoned on the land here by stepping
off into the brush.

And it isn't my imagination that disease
is rampant.

Is it?

Of course not.

We have epidemics here, too.

The yaws, cholera.

It happens regularly.

One up in the plateau country now. We'll
be taking up supplies.

The natives must be very appreciative.

Why? For helping them. You know your
occidental theology, but you apparently

haven't studied the tribal systems in
this region.

I know about the village system of
controls. I've done a great deal of

about it.

I speak of their views that most of the
world outside their individual villages

is composed of hostile and vengeful
forces.

I find that very hard to believe.

Because the idea of having either
victory or vengeance is alien to you?

Because vengeance is alien.

People are the same everywhere.

Basically the same. And don't people in
London or New York or Buenos Aires all

form their own little circles?

And don't they find all the other little
circles and consider them the enemy?

And don't families become villages unto
themselves?

And where there are no children?

I don't know what you mean. I think she
means with that reasoning, husbands and

wives become like separate villages
themselves, each against the other.

I'm afraid I must deny it all. People
are the same.

Sure, they are afraid, of course.

But more people die from natural causes
than they do from murder or suicide,

even if you include war.

More people are helping each other.

There's an overwhelming abiding goodness
that denies vengeance or anything like

it.

My husband and I have never had an
argument.

Neither have we.

The day is getting on. I'm going
marketing. Do you mind if I join you?

To go marketing?

I'd like to see as much of the
surrounding country, the interior, as I

Oh, of course.

I'll stay here.

It's rather dull.

The clinic is dull.

Well, we don't... My husband doesn't
allow visitors.

I can help.

My dear, I have been around it for
years.

And I still find it quite disgusting at
times.

Are you a nurse?

I have had training.

So have I.

I can always use some extra help.

Come along, Brother Sprague. I like to
be there and back before dark.

Thank you for letting Lucy help, Brother
Fitzgibbon.

If nothing more is wished, I shall drive
mother Fitzgibbon.

Shall we begin?

How long has it been since you've done
any of this

work? Two years.

They come in with infected bites.

Ulcerations ignored too long.

Sometimes there's nothing left to do but
amputate. It gets to the bone.

Just tell me what you want me to do.

Good morning. Come in.

Do as I ask. Do not assume.

This is not an infection.

It is a kind of tinea. We use ammoniated
mercury.

You're not going, Madame Fitzgibbons?

I would like to speak with you for a
moment.

I won't stand for it. She's only helping
me.

What if you get a difficult case?

What if she finds out that you cannot
handle them yourself? What happens then?

can handle it.

Without me?

I don't know.

Why didn't you refuse to let her help
you?

Why didn't you send Romney to market?
Why didn't you stay?

To help you so they wouldn't know.

To plan everything. Everything has to be
your plan.

Would you rather have that woman work
with you in the clinic instead of me?

What's wrong with that?

They'll destroy our work. I won't let
people like that ruin what we've built.

I won't let that common little woman...
But you speak of them as devils. They're

missionaries.

Didn't they lie to us?

Did they?

tell us that she was a nurse before they
came here? Did anyone?

They lied to us.

A runner from the north came in. He says
the cholera has spread to his villages.

That's terrible.

I'll have the supplies loaded.

You can take them.

I'll stay here in the village, in the
clinic.

You've been working very hard the past
week.

So have you.

Because I find it exciting.

Helping other people always is.

Going from village to village will take
a long time.

A trip only takes a day or so.

You're too tired to go.

I'm the only one who can.

I am tired.

Do you think it would be an imposition
if I asked your husband to go?

Cholera is highly contagious.

I know what precautions to take.

What if I wanted you to stay?

Well, you know the answer.

I ask you not to carry the medicine.

To stay with me.

If that's what you want.

And the natives who need the supplies?

Why do you test me this way? You know I
love you.

Do you think I say these things to test
your love?

What are the reasons?

None.

If you really want me to stay... I want
you to do whatever you want to do.

It's good you and your husband are so
skilled medically.

You don't like me, do you?

Why didn't you go with your husband? I
would have gone with mine.

In this place, to argue like ordinary
people, like women who had no concern

anything but their own welfare.

Neither of you are like that.

Shall we go in?

Dinner will be soon.

Bring him in here.

You won't be needed here, but I can
help.

Jungle Cat has mangled his knee and
calf.

I'll have to rejoin the tendons.

You?

You can't begin to... Get the natives
outside.

Lock that door.

Prepare the instruments.

Wash the man's wound.

How would it be?

If they knew about this, how would it be
then?

I'm so tired.

We should let the Missionary Society
send someone to take over.

They have.

If you hate it so much, why defend it?

Because it's our only creation.

It's the only thing I have created as
your wife.

It's the only thing you have created as
my husband.

You go on to bed.

I'll finish up in here.

Did you save the man?

Did you?

Yes, I saved him.

It's beautiful here tonight.

The river always is.

Not to your wife.

It has its dangers, too.

Are you defending her?

Of course not.

Why does she frighten herself with all
the horrors of living?

Aren't there horrors in living?

I'm sure there are.

But I haven't seen very many.

Your husband sees them for you.

My husband sees only the good in
humankind.

Only the good.

Is a robot ride on the river dangerous?

I find it difficult to believe that
anyone like him could come here for

but the most altruistic reasons.

The kindest of motives.

Is it a safe ride now?

If one knows the hidden tree stumps and
rocks.

parents missionaries?

No.

Most women can't stand this life unless
they've experienced it before.

Then maybe I find it difficult.

You expect to remain?

My husband is a very dedicated man.

So am I.

But you allow for more than love.

In what way?

Vengeance.

You said so.

Who do you want to defeat?

No one.

Then why does it appeal to you?

I'm married to a wonderful man.

I like him, I respect him, I even honor
him.

He does so much for everyone.

He is here to help you, really.

To help others.

He even helped me.

How?

By loving me?

No woman ever had such devotion.

I had so much done for her.

He would give me luxuries and go without
necessities.

He would ignore his own health, but
always protect mine.

He never showed hurt or anger or
selfishness, but was always aware of my

my feelings.

Was I too hot? Was I too cold? Was I...

Lacking for entertainment. Was I sad?
Was I content?

Me.

Always me.

I can never be equal to such a love.

It is too great a burden.

In the ancient roots of the Japanese
culture, one was born with an

to the emperor.

It could never be repaid, but one must
struggle to repay it by a lifetime of

service and devotion.

It was co -own and go -own. We have it
in our world, don't we?

We westernized humanists.

We enslave each other with our
dispassionate loves more than our

ones.

You're a very unusual man for a
missionary.

With his goodness, he shall enslave you.

With his kindness, he shall take over
your work.

With his self -sacrifice, he shall order
your life.

And with no one saved from this co -own
or go -own, could no one

save anyone else?

Beautiful women are their own salvation.

Am I?

You know you are.

Only if someone tells me.

If I were your husband, I wouldn't
praise your sweetness or your kindness.

I wouldn't praise your gentleness or
nobility.

I would praise your beauty. I would
praise it.

Sing it.

I was watching when you came back with
her.

Why?

I fell asleep.

And then I awakened. Something told me
something. I don't know what.

And then I waited.

He wanted to find out if Brother... She
is a vile being.

In a way, you were right about him.

About both of them.

But only in a way.

She is his ally.

He wouldn't do it out of selfishness.

Out of a desire to give of himself.

He's a zealot.

Not to dominate, but to serve.

They want this place.

That's all that is important.

Not the way you think.

He would try to help everyone.

To give too much of himself.

Where did you go with her?

You think she's different.

The book is full of women like her who
use themselves.

to gain their own advantage, who let men
use them to get their advantage.

That's not true.

He may be a weak man, but she is a
vision from the devil.

She is willful and demonic.

I won't allow her to live here.

You hate her because she is young.

Thank you.

Our local stations have become restive.
I believe they have something to confide

in you, following which we shall have
the second half of our story.

The messenger didn't get to me till this
morning.

How is my wife?

Yesterday.

Perhaps at the same hour.

She died of cholera.

Cholera is a quick and terrible thing.

But it is God's way.

No!

Fitzgibbons! Where's brother
Fitzgibbons?

They are gone, sir. Gone?

He said his wife was broken by the loss
of your wife.

He said that years of working and this
terrible thing.

He said she must leave the jungle for a
while.

Where's my wife buried?

In the jungle.

Show me your grave.

I cannot.

It was cholera.

Even a...

Even what? Tell me.

Even a body dead from cholera is
contagious.

I must find it now.

He alone buried it, sir.

He will be back, sir.

He took the boat down the river to the
small airfield.

And when he returns, it takes a long
trip by boat.

She didn't want to come to this place.

You must not blame yourself, sir.

Each person blames themselves as if the
will of God were in their hands.

I should have listened.

She said, whatever you want to do.

She said, this time you must say what
you want.

It was the work I wanted.

I didn't really hear her.

You must have rest, sir.

Tell me again what happened.

It was a pleasant dinner that evening.

Your wife and Madame Fitzgibbons talked
kindly.

She talked much with our teacher about
work.

and people here, and things.

And then she seemed quiet and went to
bed.

Couldn't they see she was ill?

Couldn't they tell they've had
experience?

Your wife, she did not complain.

She said only that she was tired, I
think.

Then, in the middle of the night, there
were noises of running about, of voices.

And in the morning, I was setting the
table for breakfast.

Our teacher came down.

and told me the terrible news of her
illness.

I sent a runner to get you.

You were exposed to her, too?

Our teacher protected me by making sure
I had no further contact.

They were most considerate, sir.

Most considerate.

How long does the river trip take?

There, two days.

Back in three.

The bedding your wife used.

They said it was with germs.

Yes, of course. They had to.

The cholera killed her very quickly.

I suppose it did.

You say it's so strange.

I know.

Something happened?

Something very bad.

She did not die of cholera.

The grave is sealed.

Our lives are not involved.

That is something for the police to find
out.

You can't tell me where the grave is.

No, sir.

And you can't find it.

Only our teacher can.

Tell me again what happened.

You are so changed. Tell me what
happened!

They talked.

They ate dinner.

Your wife became ill. And 24 hours later
she was dead?

Yes. 24 hours for cholera?

It has happened. When?

I have heard it has happened.

Where? Inland from here. A man? A woman?

A woman. How old?

I'm not sure.

When?

One year.

No. Two years. I...

Stop it. Tell him.

Tell him what? Something bad happened.

No. That doesn't matter for the police.

Police?

I know nothing.

I saw nothing.

Tell me what happened.

I have told you.

I am telling you. I keep telling you.
Not everything.

Just something.

I never lied. You said you heard a
scream.

But I told you it's impossible.

Chavo, you read the jungle.

You want to find the grave, put a
marking on it, a stone?

And to convince myself my wife died of
cholera within 24 hours after giving it.

To convince yourself?

By prayer?

Goodbye.

How long has our teacher been gone from
your sight?

Maybe ten, fifteen minutes.

Was it ten or was it fifteen?

Ten. And you heard no sound of his
walking around here, of branches

For a few minutes. The burden of the
coffin was heavy.

Let's get on. The time was spent in
walking. The grave must have been made

beforehand, sir.

You will both go back to the house and
wait now.

I was not partner to it.

Tell me what you heard.

Madam Fitzgibbons threatened your wife.

Why would she kill her?

Could they have arrived at the airport
by this time?

I do not think so.

You show me the way.

Jarwal knows it better.

You're my witness.

I heard only screams.

I did not see if he or his wife did it.

Which way?

I'm not sure. It won't go easy if you
lie.

What do you mean?

The grave is open.

Someone who was there will be held
responsible for her death by the police.

Will your almighty forgive you?

Does yours punish the innocent and let
the guilty go free?

The path to the left.

When did that take passengers from here?
Four days ago.

None since then?

It lands only when they're passengers or
packages. We have a radio.

What if they come by river? Where would
they stop?

One kilometer down that road.

Why do you ask, sir?

You make me a murderer, too.

It isn't murder.

Vengeance.

Vengeance is a kind of justice.

Do not kill the woman.

The biblical law.

I beg of you.

The triumph of good over evil.

No!

If one of your people's sacred animals
was killed, would the killer go free?

would punish him!

I've seen mobs tear a man to pieces for
doing it. God would punish them!

And we are the will of God's law, no
matter what we do.

Sprague! No!

Don't! Let me tell you!

I have only a moment to tell you the
rest of the story.

Mr. Sprague was apprehended and
punished, which seems to be precisely

happening to me, although I don't
understand why.

I do know one thing.

python meat. This will appear to be the
end of my part of the program.

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