All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s07e01 The Hatbox.eng

Good evening, students.

I have always felt that night school had
a distinct advantage.

People may not be able to learn more at
night than in the day, but what they do

learn is infinitely more interesting.

Tonight's subject is phrenology. Miss
Forbes?

Phrenology is the system of psychology
based on the belief...

that the size and shape of the surface
of certain regions of the body

have a relation to the function
performed within that region.

Pull down the chart, please.

Thank you.

This area, number six, is referred to by
doctors and phrenologists as the

forehead. This is the worry center.

In the case of this individual, his
forehead seems to have slipped down over

eyes. I'm sure many of you know that
feeling.

Oh dear, it's time for you to move on to
the next class.

You'd better hurry as you have just one
minute to make the change.

During that minute, you will hear the
voice of the head of this institution

urging you on to greater and greater
achievement.

You're hurting me, Professor.

Not that I said.

Your excuse, Mr. Hatch. You don't have
to complete the examination.

You will sit there while the others
finish up.

And you will remain after class.
Understand?

Gosh, Professor. Never mind.

All right. Time's up.

Class dismissed.

Why do you cheat?

Oh, I don't cheat, Professor.

Not all the time.

I just happen to be caught unprepared
this time, that's all. You mean you got

caught, period.

I hate cheats and liars, Hatch.

There's no place for them at the
university.

Oh, Professor, you can't. Don't tell me
what I can or can't.

How many other examinations have you
been cribbing?

None, I swear it.

I wonder if the dean would believe that.

Please, Professor.

I won't report you, Hatch.

Not to the dean.

Gee, that's swell of you. Let me finish.

I won't report you to the dean because
it's too early in the semester to get a

student into serious trouble.

You'll have plenty of time to rectify
your error in the months ahead.

However, I don't intend to let your
dishonesty go unnoticed.

I'm writing a letter to your father
tonight.

To my father?

What for?

I find that I'm often not as persuasive
as a parent can be.

So I intend to enlist some support in
your discipline.

Good afternoon.

Wait, Professor.

You don't understand, I mean, about my
father, about what he's like.

I hope he's very, very strict.

Oh, hi, Perry.

Oh, hi, Dan.

Did old Jarvis report you?

That crumb.

I'd like to kick him right in his baggy
pants.

Rough, huh?

He said he was going to write a letter
to my old man.

I can see the fireworks now.

Oh, what the heck.

Everybody cribs once in a while.

Well, I'll bet even your pop did when he
was in school.

Well, maybe, but he never got caught at
it. That's the difference.

That crumb.

What's he always picking on me for? What
makes him such a grouch anyway?

You know what they say about him, Perry.

Well, about what a Terry's wife is.

Man, he's the original henpecked
husband.

You know that.

Yeah, I'll bet that's what it is.

That old shrew he married gives him a
hard time and he takes it out on me.

That's why he hates everybody on account
of her.

Hey, say, remember last year when she
kicked him out of the house and he had

bunk up at the Rio Hotel?

Man, was that wild.

And how everybody razzed him the next
day at school.

I hope she really makes him suffer
tonight.

No such luck.

She's not home.

She went off a couple of months ago and
hasn't gotten back yet.

Well, that's a drag.

Now there's nothing to look forward to,
except no more money from home.

Oh, gosh, do you really think your
father would do that?

He's sure to do it.

So you can forget about hitting me for
bread, man, because I won't have any.

Well, say, Perry, maybe if you go see
the professor... What good would that

Well, you could tell him that you're
really sorry.

Well, you may have to crawl a little and
make with the tears, but what's the

difference? That's better than losing
all that money, right?

Well, anything's better than that.

Aw, come on. Go see the old boy tonight.

Well, I'll come with you if you want me
to.

Well, I don't know. Aw, come on now.

Let's go get a hamburger and you can
rehearse your speech. I'll be your

audience.

Oh, say, by the way, Perry, can you pick
up the check?

I'm tapped out.

Time, time.

Were you going in or not?

Well, you know the old guy, Dan. He'd
probably just ball me out again.

You're a chicken. That's what's wrong
with you. No, that's not it.

Well, then think of the letter he's
going to write your father.

And all the money you're going to be
missing.

Yeah, you're right.

Let's go.

Well, he's not there. Well, he was there
a minute ago.

Did you see that?

See what?

He just thrown some junk away.

In a box like that?

Well, it's always neat.

Come on, let's take a look at it. For
what? Come on.

Well, it's a hat box.

Well, now, wait, wait.

I just thought of something.

Well, what?

See, his wife's been gone a long time.

Yeah, about six, seven weeks, I think.

Well, you may think I've lost my
marbles.

Well, I do.

No, I'm serious.

You know how that dame treated him.

Well, what if... I mean, isn't it
possible that the old guy finally got up

enough nerve to do something about it?

Well, for Pete's sakes, Perry.

Well, what's eating you?

Well, you don't think that... What do
you mean? It happens, doesn't it? I

guys are always knocking off their
wives.

He just said she was going to visit her
sister. That doesn't make it true.

Well, you don't think that... You better
open it.

Oh, no, I'm not touching that. Shh.

If you're trying to scare me, you've
succeeded.

You want to open that box? Go ahead. I'm
not touching it.

Well, go ahead. Open it. Okay.

It's a hat.

Sure, it's only a hat, Lieutenant.

But it's a brand new hat. Look, the
price tag's still on it.

Okay, so it's new.

Then why did he throw it out?

Maybe he didn't like it.

Yeah, but I'll bet his wife did. Only
she's not here to complain about it.

That's the point.

Don't you see, Lieutenant Roman?

Professor Jarvis threw it out because he
didn't want it anymore.

Because he didn't need it anymore.

He's screwy, Lieutenant. Don't listen to
him. Shut up, Dan.

Can't you see? He got rid of her
somehow, and now he's getting rid of her

things, little by little.

Piece by piece.

He wouldn't have a guts. How do you
know?

Look, he's been pushed, don't forget,
and pushed hard. So he pushed back.

Well, the hat proves it.

And just how do you suggest the
professor did this horrible deed?

And where did he put the body?

Well, who knows?

Maybe he buried it. Maybe he burned it.

Listen, Lieutenant, if anybody, if
anybody would know how to dispose of a

it would be Professor Jarvis.

And that's his game. That's his
business, this biology stuff.

He'd probably dissolve her in quicklime.

Well, I don't know about that.

And that crumb was going to write my
father.

And all the time he's a killer, a
murderer, and he's complaining about me.

Look, fellas, I appreciate your
interest.

But you don't believe it.

I know you're sore at Professor Jarvis.
You think that's all it is?

Look, you don't have to take my word for
anything.

Just ask around.

I mean, about what kind of home life
Jarvis and his wife had. Tell you the

truth, I know that already.

I don't think there's anybody in town
who doesn't.

But bickering and quarrels don't always
end up in murder.

Then where did Mrs.

Jarvis go?

We didn't check on her movements. We had
no reason to.

Maybe she went to visit someplace.

As for the hat, maybe she told Jarvis to
get rid of it.

Maybe she changed her mind about it.

Okay.

Okay, if it'll make you feel any better,
I'll find out where she is.

Phyllis.

Phyllis, you know Professor Jarvis'
wife, don't you?

Any idea where she's been these past
weeks?

Uh -huh.

Where?

Skyler.

How do you know?

Yeah, thanks.

Look, will you ring her up for me,
please, and call me back?

Phyllis has a cousin who cleans for the
Jarvis's once a week.

She said the professor told her that his
wife had gone to visit her sister, Mrs.

Beattie, in Skyler.

That's historic.

Hello, Miss Beattie, I'm sorry to
disturb you, but I wonder if I could

with your sister, Mrs.

Jarvis. It's nothing important, but...
Well?

Well, no, I thought she was.

Yes, yes, I guess I must have been
mistaken.

No, no, there are no messages.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

Wasn't she there?

No.

Her sister says she hasn't seen her in
over a year.

Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt just to
talk to the professor.

I want you two to stay in the

car and hold on to conversation.

If I need you for anything, I'll call
you.

Yes, sir.

Why, Lieutenant Roman.

Good evening, Professor Jarvis. May I
come in?

I'd like to talk to you.

It's about your wife.

My wife?

Yes, sir.

And this hat box.

Do come in.

I don't understand, Lieutenant.

What about my wife?

Oh, just curiosity, I guess.

It isn't every day that someone throws a
brand new hat into the trash can.

Very attractive hat, too.

You should see some of the horrors my
wife brings home.

Do you mind telling me how you got this
hat?

Well, for the moment, Professor, I'd
rather not.

I threw this hat out not more than an
hour ago.

Since when do the police investigate
trash cans?

I'm afraid that's not the issue.

I'd appreciate it, Professor, if you'd
tell me why you threw it away.

Doesn't your wife care for it anymore?

It's still new. It's got the price tag
on it.

It is new, but I just don't want it
anymore.

Wouldn't your wife have some objection?

I'm beginning to detect some strange
implication in all this, Lieutenant. Are

you trying to accuse me of something?

No, I'm just trying to gather some
facts.

For instance, your wife is visiting her
sister in Schuyler. Is that correct?

No. As a matter of fact, that's not
correct.

But you did tell people that's where she
went.

I did.

It seemed simpler than the truth.

And what was the truth, Professor?

I suppose it's all right to tell you.

I'm sure there must be some professional
ethic to protect my confidence.

The truth is, Lieutenant, my wife and I
have frequent violent quarrels.

We had one about six weeks ago.

And as a result, well, she walked out on
me.

And you haven't heard from her in all
this time?

Not a word.

Have you tried to find her?

Really, Lieutenant, I wish you'd get to
the point.

If you have an accusation to make... I'm
not accusing you of anything,

Professor.

Not even making little guesses?

Tiny speculations?

You really think I might have done away
with Margaret? I didn't say that.

But that's the idea, isn't it?

Well.

This is very stimulating.

You actually suspect murder, don't you?
You think I'm some kind of Crippen or

Landrieu.

Perhaps you think I chopped her into
hamburger and served her at the school

cafeteria. I don't find murder funny.

Then it is homicide you're thinking
about.

If I have to, Professor, I'll be blunt.

If there's the slightest possibility of
a crime, it's my duty to investigate it.

Now, I'm not saying you're not telling
the truth.

But you must admit there's sufficient
motive.

And your recent actions.

I suppose I have been acting like a
criminal.

telling lies about my wife's whereabouts
and throwing out hats.

But tell me how you think I might have
done it, Lieutenant.

Just from your professional point of
view.

Well, Professor, it strikes me as that
you'd be an ideal man to dispose of a

body intelligently. So?

Yes, with your knowledge of...

Biology, anatomy, body chemistry.

Oh, so you think my special training
equips me for it.

Interesting.

All right, then.

How, for instance, do you think I might
have covered up the crime?

Buried her, perhaps?

Sneaked out in the backyard and buried
her there?

I'm afraid my neighbors would find the
spectacle amusing.

You know, I don't own a car.

And couldn't very well carry Margaret on
my back to some remote spot.

She's a rather large woman.

There are other ways.

Perhaps I burn the body.

I'm afraid that won't do, Lieutenant.

My oil burner wouldn't accommodate the
poor woman.

Of course, if you want to search this
house, you have my permission.

There are other ways, Professor.
Quicklime, for instance.

Quicklime!

I'm afraid you weren't much of a
chemistry student, Lieutenant.

Let me clarify the point for you.

Despite what you may have heard,

quicklime won't destroy a body.

It actually preserves it.

Of course, there are powerful acids.

However, a truly corrosive acid will not
only destroy a body,

but its container, such as a bathtub,
for instance.

No, Lieutenant, I might achieve partial
destruction, but complete and

entire disintegration. I'm afraid I'm
not that clever.

Professor, I think you're laughing at
me. Do you?

Yes, I suppose I am.

I didn't intend to make light of it. I
suppose I'm just covering up for my

feeling of guilt.

Guilt?

Yes.

Do you think I haven't wished Margaret
dead a thousand times?

Wished that her nagging tongue was still
forever?

But the human animal is a complicated
beast.

And in my own tormented fashion, I
endured our fights and quarrels for a

bewildering reason.

I still loved my wife.

Sounds strange, doesn't it?

But it's the truth.

I love her, Lieutenant, with all her
faults.

And if she were to walk in that door
right now, I'd beg her to stay.

And that's why I can't bear to have
anything around that reminds me.

Professor Jarvis, I want to apologize.

I don't know how I got set off like
this, but seeing that hat box and then

coming up with this crazy theory, I
guess I just got carried away.

If there's anything I can do to help,
any way I can help in finding your

Finding her won't help.

It won't make her want to come back.

You can call on me in case you need me.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

I'll show myself out.

All right, you two, out.

What happened, Lieutenant?

What did you find out?

Found out something.

Found out not to listen to a couple of
stupid kids.

Well, what happened?

The next time you guys decide to rob a
trash can, don't let me know about it.

Good night, Margaret.

creeping anti -intellectualism and anti
-eggheadery, we thought it would be

wise to show the other side of the
picture, that there are professors who,

outside the classroom, can be original
and inventive and who lead interesting,

eventful lives, in short, that some of
them are just like you and I.

Our lecture continues after this brief
footnote.

As it must to all men, the law caught up
with Professor Jarvis.

Thus, ironically, his wife Margaret
again had the last word, which is what

having now.

Until next week, then, good night.

Thank you.

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