All language subtitles for Hitchcock s03e10 Memo From Purgatory.eng

Good evening.

The game of hockey seems to combine all
the best elements of ice skating, polo,

and World War II.

However, we have found a method for
reducing the fighting and speeding up

game. We play over 10 feet of water on
melting ice.

It keeps the players quite lively. There
are dangers, of course.

Occasionally, a bobbing head is mistaken
for the puck.

This is most unfortunate because goals
scored in this way are not counted.

Tonight's tale is called Memo from
Purgatory and is about a young man who

to learn about youth gangs by personal
experience.

He discovers that viewing juvenile
delinquents at close range can be

dangerous. And now we are only a few
seconds away from a commercial which is

close as I care to get.

I had finally made it to New York to
become a writer.

With $300 I'd saved from working in a
lithographing shop, I had quit Ohio

University and come to find out If the
streets of Manhattan really were paved

with gold.

For me.

For Jay Shaw.

I decided to write a novel.

It was to be about juvenile delinquency.

If I could get a new view.

A truthful view.

From the inside.

I was going to join a kid gang.

But not as Jay Shaw.

I was going to become... Silbel Doan.

Delinquent. This is a street in
Brooklyn.

In a section called Red Hook.

I had taken a room in this neighborhood,
$7 a week.

I shared it with the roaches.

They say Red Hook is a thousand times
worse than Hell's Kitchen.

The police walk their beats in pairs.

But this could just as easily be back of
the yards in Chicago or 105th Street in

Cleveland or KC or Pittsburgh.

What happens here happens there.

I had bought myself a gravity knife on
Times Square.

And I practiced long and hard with it.

I was ready to enter the turf, the
territory of gang rule.

Just moved down the block and I heard
around you gotta be a baron to be any

good.

You got a name?

Cowboy?

I heard the one to talk to is called
Tiger.

Someone asked you a question, cowboy,
you answer.

Hey. Now stop.

None of that tumult in my shop.

Shut your face.

My name's Phil Beldon.

You got a tiger here, I talk to myself.

Or you talk to me.

I don't know.

No, that would be the same thing.

Ha, ha, ha.

Everybody freeze.

Don't push him.

I'm Tiger.

Look, man.

I didn't come here to bop.

I should get to the baron so I'm ready
to go through channels.

Go ahead, cowboy.

But then we'll talk about you going
through channels.

Kendall, shut your face.

That's my vice president, man.

I take it badly anything happens to him.

You think how badly he'll take it?

What do you want?

You took King Kong over here to lay up
the blade.

And then you and me, we go someplace and
we talk like people.

Are you going to let this thing dump on
you?

Shut up, man.

I don't want no trouble in here.

Okay, Peldon.

We got a truce.

Let go of Fish.

You got a thing coming to you, cowboy.

Take it up with my agent.

Hey, you made an enemy out of Kendall.

She gives me if I don't cry.

There's something else, man.

I gotta admit that.

It took some real kind of guts to put
Fish and Kendall down like that.

You worked that way without a button.

Yeah.

You're about as fast with one of them as
anybody we got.

Oh, yeah, well, uh, used to be a pretty
rough block where I lived before, you

know.

Where was that?

Manhattan.

West 32nd Street between Amsterdam and
Columbus.

Yeah.

That's rough turf.

I heard.

So, you want to join the club, huh?

Nobody tell her around here I either
join up or I don't walk.

This is rough turf too, man.

We can't afford to have any free agents
walk in it.

Well, what about Camelot?

No sweat.

He does like he's told.

He's a baron.

And there's only one president.

And I admit.

Well, you don't want to know soon.

Wednesday.

What's Wednesday?

Initiation. All right.

What kind of initiation you got?

You'll see, friend.

Yeah.

You'll see.

I'll make sure.

Reassure.

Okay. The maiden will come to order.

Try to take off his blindfold.

The Vice President, Fish, has made a
suggestion we skip the formal business

get right down to the initiation.

What do you think about that?

Tonight,

we are to consider the name of Phil
Beldone, who wishes to become a member

the Barons.

Is there any members who do not wish us
to consider this man?

All right.

Will the prospective members step
forward?

know this recruit.

What is your name, recruit?

Phil Boldone.

Have you ever been a member of any other
rival gang or club in any other turf

besides this one?

No. Do you wish to become a member in
good standing with the Barons?

Yes.

You understand the initiation has three
parts, and you gotta pass all three

parts before you can actually become a
full member.

Yeah, I understand.

All right, warm up.

The first part of the initiation, you
got to make it past the row of guys.

They'll be swinging on you. And they've
been working on them buckles.

They're sharp.

Okay, get them.

Take them to the start line.

like this you're gonna pleasure me boy
come on enough talking let's see some

action come on

Touchdown! He made it!

Foul! I called foul!

You were supposed to run down the middle
and he didn't.

What's the matter, man? You thought
because he was too smart for you?

I declare he made it and passed the
first part of the initiation.

All in favor, say aye.

gonna let me in?

Yeah, sure. I guess so.

You were at the initiation, weren't you?

Did Tiger send you?

A free baron's got a Deb.

Except Tiger, he's president. He can
move around as much as he likes.

Oh, so Tiger sent you to be my Deb, huh?

If you want me to be.

Do you want to be?

What's with all the questions? I don't
ask you, you don't ask me.

Nobody's got a past.

Enough. Look, I don't need a chick that
sticks with me because somebody told her

to. I don't do nothing I don't want to
do. They could have sent a lot of Debs.

volunteer.

How do they find out what goes on?

I mean, do you tell somebody?

I tell Connie.

She runs the depth. She tells Tiger a
fish.

They'll ask you to.

Well... What do you say we just tell
them what they want to hear?

They don't have to know.

It's all right with me.

You better turn off the light.

They won't...

They won't believe me if you don't.

How about a cigarette?

Okay.

You have nothing better to do later.
Maybe we could go to a movie.

You're funny.

Like old.

I just want to get acquainted.

I hope the third part of the initiation
is as easy to take as the second.

The third part is you rumble with them.

They give you a weapon.

You swing.

A guy like you, you should be careful.

Why do you say that?

Because you're different from the
others.

Because you don't seem like you get
kicks out of killing somebody else.

If you don't, you get killed yourself.

I was two -thirds a baron.

But it wasn't the way I thought it would
be.

I wasn't ready for the kind of cruelty
these kids took as commonplace.

I realized just how vicious they could
get.

On the night I was told to get ready to
complete the third part of my

initiation.

All right, let's go. Wait, wait, wait.

Tiger's on the way. Shouldn't we wait
for him?

I'm second in command.

I say we roll him.

Let's go.

Hey, hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey. Take it easy.

Hey, the cat's tapped out. He ain't even
got a subway token.

That's how you are, man.

Filthy old creep.

Give me that tire iron.

Oh, please, boys.

Don't do nothing to me.

I ain't done nothing to you. Please,
fellas.

What's the matter with you guys?

Sphinx grabbed my arm. Can't I even send
you out to pass the guy on his

initiation without you fouling up?

Me?

Hey, listen, man.

This Sphinx is the one who messed
everything up.

Shut up.

What happened?

Nothing. We clobbed some old wet brain.

The camp was going to hit him with it,
with a tire iron.

Then the long ranger over here gets in
the way and the fleet bag runs off.

That right?

That the way it was?

Just about.

I say you don't pass the third part of
his initiation.

I say he's a fink. I say we bust him up
good.

You know, for ten pounds of dog meat,
you talk too much.

Hey,

hey, what side you taking in this?

So we find some old sauce hand.

And this nitwit bangs him around pretty
good.

We don't even get a bean off the guy.

And we leave some stiff for the fuzz to
find.

Look, I ain't putting anybody down.

But you start spreading the landscape
with bodies, and there better be more in

it than exercise.

What are you talking... You got smarts,
Phil.

Maybe we ought to make you our war
counselor.

Hey, man.

That's my job.

Pick up your pink slip, hero.

Come on, let's get out of here. The
park's crawling with badgers.

Hey, what's going on?

I'm second in command.

I don't take that.

Go home, man.

Cool off.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Let's take this place apart.

Hey!

Hey, that thing floated!

They killed us.

Awesome. Last night, the Barons had a
rumble with their rival gang, the

One of the Flyers was killed and another
hurt. On May 27,

the Barons broke into the Stuyvesant Rod
and Gun Shop and made off with some

15... What's this?

What's this?

There's a envelope here.

It was my name.

Candle.

Real name.

Emil Shasta.

Candle has been my enemy from the first.

Not because of any intent on my part,
but because his own... peace psychosis

keeps betraying him into clumsiness.

He is a real killer.

Hey, Ken. Hey, look at this.

In case of accident, please return to
Mrs.

Sarita Shah 103.

Shaker Boulevard, Trenton, Ohio.

Hey, he's a fuzz, how can't he?

He's some kind of spy?

In case of accident.

That's what it says.

In case of accident.

What did your father say when you told
him you quit high school?

Nothing. He just told me I should go to
beautician school.

He read somewhere that beauty operators
make $4 an hour.

Stop the door.

It must have been Panda.

Your clothes are all ruined.

You got all the money I saved.

Look. You tell Tiger.

He's your friend.

He is. He can stomp on Panda.

I mean, I have something to tell you.

What?

What's the matter, Phil?

My name isn't Phil Beldone. It's Jay
Shaw.

So?

Lots of guys don't use their right name.

Not for me.

At least I want to be one.

I came here to write a book about gangs.

About the barons.

I had an envelope here full of notes
like me.

Everything was there.

A writer?

You mean you were taking everything
down?

Even me?

Even you.

You faint.

You crummy faint.

Look, what do you think I am? Some kind
of bug with six legs that you stick in a

bottle and watch it try and crawl up the
side?

It wasn't like that, Feline.

Please try to understand. I said
understand.

You're a square, that's all.

Will you wait a candle and then see
those notes?

Man, I hope they stomp on you, but good.

And I thought you was different.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure you was.

I'm going to

get my things together.

He doesn't stay here anymore, that's for
sure.

What did you write about me?

Was it nice?

Of course it was nice.

How could it be anything else? Man,
you're some talker.

Flew.

Flew.

As far as you and I are concerned, I
want you to know... I don't want to

I don't want to know nothing. Just get
out of here.

If they come back and find you, I might
just get generous and be the only one at

your funeral.

We must now split to enjoy a station
break.

I shall remain here on our turf and
watch for the fuzz.

Our rumble will continue in a moment.

And I pity them, the little gang fights
they substituted for living.

Their inability to come to grips with...
Did you write

that, Shaw?

I wanted to write about you.

I wanted to say something true about it.
Yeah.

And spill our names to the fuzz.

Get us all busted.

And break up the club.

No.

No, that isn't the way I was going to do
it.

I wasn't going to use your names or the
name of the club.

It was going to be fiction. I think
you're conning us, man.

I think you're a thing for the cops.

How about we burn him, Tiger?

Wait a minute.

Just take it easy. I was suckered by
this guy, too. Just cool it for a

If this guy's really a writer, And if
he's really writing a book about us, he

must have told somebody he was going to
do it, right?

They're going to know where to look if
he turns up squashed. Oh, knock it off,

will you?

He didn't tell nobody in New York he was
coming down here because he don't know

anyone in New York to tell.

And he hasn't sold nothing yet, so he
ain't got an agent.

That's what he said in there.

I still want to know, Bill Doan.

If he wasn't going to use our names, why
do you got him here in these pages?

Look, these are preliminary notes.

I was going to change names when I got
into the actual writing.

And, man, I should hope so.

I don't know if there's any answer to
what these kids have become, but they

change.

If I needed proof,

Feline offers it.

She's changed.

Her tough, swaggering manner is gone and
much of a fear.

She is no longer like the others.

She is something

Clean and lovely now.

He gave us a phony name.

Why did he give us a phony name?

Answer the question, Arthur.

It's just that if the book... If the
book ever came out...

I didn't want you to think of me as a
writer.

I wanted you to remember me as a friend.

All right, cool it. Burn him!

Hold it down.

I'm going to burn him. Shut up!

Burn him!

Burn him!

Burn him!

I'll burn one of you.

Burn him!

Shut up!

Shut up!

I've got to give this a think.

All right.

I've made my decision.

This Beldone, or Shaw, or whoever he is,
he's a think and a

creep and a liar.

And we all know it.

But he ain't no cop.

You're a crying slob, buddy.

You got some idea you can come down here
and ball all over us like we was basket

cases or something?

But we don't need you, man.

And by tomorrow morning, you better be
out of this turf and on your way back to

your old lady in Trenton.

Or they're going to mail you back in an
envelope.

What are you doing there?

You can't let him go.

He's got to pay.

Read what the author put in there about
you.

I saw it.

He said I was a natural leader.

Meet me at a place.

There's another place.

Do you see that?

Where is it?

It's on a page up there.

I got it.

I think I have discovered something
important about tigers.

He treats the girls with contempt,
bordering at times on cruelty.

He is the only member of the gang
without a steady deb, preferring the

safer non -commitment of the right of
choice from among all the girls.

Even so, I have seldom seen him with the
same girl more than twice.

I am becoming convinced that he is
profoundly, perhaps desperately afraid.

On the opposite sex.

Opening you up ain't enough.

I'm sorry, Tiger.

be sorry, friend.

You got a mother in training?

You can't get to her. I don't have to,
wise mouth.

You can get to her.

If I split you up, then we gotta dump
your body someplace.

And maybe she never finds out.

But if we get you burned out in front of
the whole world, man, then not only you

get it, but maybe old lady has something
nice happen to her.

Like a heart attack.

Oh, your love.

You're going to die a lot more thinking
about your mommy, granddaughter.

Because I got the best way of all to put
you down.

I'm going to let the flyers do it.

Here's your weapon, killer.

That'd be right.

You're gonna be lead -off man, Arthur.

You're gonna be right out in front when
the old troops hit that line.

You're gonna be out there like a big
target for every flyer knife and shotgun

and zip and chain.

They're gonna use you for target
practice, Arthur.

It's an honor, you know.

We'll send your old lady a medal.

All right.

Candle keeps his weapon to cover the
author.

Everybody else give your peace to your
Deb.

They carry two in from the rumble.

And if we get busted by the fuzz, just
split.

They ain't gonna shake down a chick on
the street.

You know what your dad told me?

You've been doing nothing but holding
hands in the movies.

Now, ain't that charming?

You're happy now, ain't you, Feline?

Fish is official walkout for this time
out.

Now you listen to him.

Go ahead, Fish.

Trooper, I want you to go across the
street and wait.

We'll take the other side.

The author goes first and Campbell's
going to cover him from behind.

Now when we hit, stay out of the
author's way.

Then I want you to split in half and I
want you to come at the flyers from both

sides.

Any questions?

Yeah.

What happens to the flyers?

Don't cool the author who's worried Do I
look

worried All right, man

Come on, give me money fast.

Come on!

All right, put your hands up. Get him
up!

Please!

Operator? Operator, give me the police
quickly.

Your friends are all chicken, punk. They
ran away and left you holding the bag.

Look, keep those hands up, or I'll use
this.

Now, I've been held up here four times
in the past nine years.

I finally caught me one.

Wait a minute. You don't understand.

I was faking that stick -up so you'd
call the police.

I dropped that gun on purpose.

Hello, police?

Police? Look, this is the Ritz Jewelry
Pair, 585 3rd Street.

Yeah, I got me a punk kid here trying to
hold me up.

That's right, one of those barons.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Look, mister, what are you trying to
pull?

Get those hands up! Get them up!

You gave it to me, huh?

Oh, boy, we'd let cops hear that one.

Jay Shaw?

Yes. Here.

Come with me.

Where?

Your girlfriend stood bill for you,
Prince Charming. We're getting out.

How did you get the money?

You paid for it yourself, Arthur.

Remember that money in your room?

We figured you'd come out if she brought
your bail.

This time you ain't going to get away,
Arthur.

This time we're going to play too
permanent.

You.

Watch this.

I'm sorry, Flynn.

I want you to know I never meant to hurt
you. That's enough.

I may break down and cry.

Now it comes, man.

Now it comes!

This evening I am dispensing with the
flippant remarks which usually follow

plays. There are some stories which do
not lend themselves to levity. A memo

from purgatory is certainly one of them.
I regard juvenile delinquency as one of

our nation's most serious and pressing
problems.

And tonight's story was produced with
that thought uppermost in our minds.

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