All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s07e09 I Spy.eng

Good evening, patrons.

May I recommend the specialty of the
house?

It's tipping.

It seems odd to me that restaurant
employees are called waiters.

when it's the customers who do most of
the waiting. But no matter.

Our story du jour is called I Spy and
takes place at an English seaside hotel.

But before we serve it up, you must
first wait just one minute.

In re Captain Morgan's divorce.

Fortunately, I have been able to obtain
the post of waiter at the Queen's Hotel,

Brighton, where Mrs.

Morgan is employed as a waitress.

This will give me plenty of opportunity
to observe her actions.

Will our man Fruit attract her down,
Captain Morgan?

Pretty distasteful.

Well, Fruit is a good man. You can rely
upon him.

He is very discreet.

When I married, all I asked was a little
love, a little devotion.

I gave that woman everything she asked.

And as a reward, what do I get?

Without a word of warning, she vanished.

Not even a postcard to say where she'd
gone.

Is there anything wrong with me?

Oh, nothing, Captain Morgan.

Nothing at all.

I've led a clean life.

Doctor checked me when I started to get
married.

I've got money in the bank, nice little
house, feel as young as I look and look

as young as I feel.

Yet she left me.

Why? Why?

Our Mr. Fruit will give us the answer,
I'm sure.

All pretty sordid.

You mean our having taken this position
as a waitress?

No, no, no. This divorce business.

Hiring a private detective and all that.

Loathsome idea.

No, no. Come, come.

Don't be depressed.

All we need is evidence.

Has love, do you think, beckoned to Mrs.

Morgan? I mean, since she parted from
your good self?

Well, if I knew that, we shouldn't have
to hire a detective, should we?

They'll be blaming my lack of
experience.

But you told them when you arrived here,
Mr. Fruit, you'd been 15 years a

waiter. Ah, well, that was room service
sort of thing, you know.

Setting breakfast trays for two.

You would think by this time I would
have acquired the knack.

Oh, the breakage has come off the tips.

And yet you, Mrs. Morgan, you've been a
waitress no time at all.

Well, just this past year.

Yet the way you go round laying tables
and setting about four trays at once.

I suppose you were just born neat
-handed.

Oh, it's hard on the feet, though, all
that standing.

Oh, well, you're right there.

Mrs. Morgan?

Yes?

Tomorrow, if I remember rightly, it's
your afternoon off.

Well, now, so it is.

Are you doing anything in particular?

No, Mr. Fruit.

Not meeting Mr.

Special by any chance?

There's no such individual.

Well, you know what they say sometimes.

There's safety in numbers.

Bees round the honeypot, hosts of them
are.

No one at all, I'm afraid.

Well, as I was saying, Gladys, it is not
one feels drawn to another human being.

And one's bitten, of course, twice shy.

And in my case, I was always shy, even
as a girl.

Gladys, look behind. I think we're being
followed.

Only a clergyman. Oh, that's all right,
then.

That clergyman.

I just remembered Jack the Ripper was
said to have disguised himself as one.

Take another peek, dear.

Is he still following us?

No.

That's good.

There's a shelter over there, Gladys.
Let's go and sit down.

My feet are killing me. That would be
nice.

Sometimes I think Gladys, Mr. Fruit,
isn't really a waiter at all.

But he's just doing it because, well,
because of some woman.

I can't get it out of my head he may
have been cross -witcher.

Gladys, dear, no offense at all. Of
course I'm glad of your company.

But you're not a great one for
conversation, are you?

Oh, thank you.

Mmm, your card's coming down.

Quite a venture, Ben.

Well, as I was saying, Gladys, he's a
bit of a puzzle.

There's something sad about him. He's
lonely -like.

I wonder what he's doing with his time
off.

Oh, be seated and dry for a while.

You've got such a sensitive look.

But then he's such a nice type.

Makes you want to look after him.

He's a very nice type.

Quite reliable, too, I'm sure.

was able to overhear scattered sentences
which Mrs. Morgan addressed to her

friend Gladys.

It appeared that Mrs. Morgan was
discussing men, and one man in

whom she obviously feels a decided
affection.

But it looks uncommonly as though we've
struck oil, Captain.

Oil?

Well, there appears to be another man.

This detective fellow seems to know more
about my private life than I do myself.

That is the point of a private
detective, Captain.

He's right.

There is another man.

That explains everything.

What? Well, you said yourself you
couldn't understand why any woman should

to leave me. Now we know.

Know what?

The seducer.

This foreigner with his big car and
sleek black hair.

You know who he is? Of course not.

Yes, well... He's the missing link. You
see... She really loved me,

but he swept her off her feet. She
couldn't help herself.

Fruit's report merely states that a man
is mentioned.

Ah, but she left me. The inference is
clear.

Well, I'm afraid not. No, at the moment,
we have no actual proof of any

relationship.

Well, get it.

Tell your Mr. Fruit to cut her.

Drop a whiskey.

This will loosen your throat. Nothing
else will.

Thank you, Mrs. Baldwin.

Want to take more care of yourself
getting soaked through like that?

Now put your feet back in.

We saw you the other evening, Gladys and
I.

Did you?

At the cinema.

We waved, but you didn't notice.

Enjoy your time off, did you?

Not especially.

On the pier, were you?

Part of the time.

Ever such nasty weather, wasn't it?

I expect that's how you caught your
cold.

Here, have a drop more whiskey.

Oh, no, thank you, Mrs. M. No, thank
you. It was very warming there.

You've been very kind to me all the time
I've been working here, Mrs. M.

Do you mind if I ask you something?

Anything, Mr. Froot.

Why did you leave your husband?

just didn't hit it off. How did you two
meet?

Well, I was selling cigarettes on
Paddington Station, platform number

the captain made the journey regular.

I'd only known him two months when he
proposed.

Marry me, he said.

There'll soon be a war, and when I die
under fire, I want to know that someone

broken -hearted.

So you thought you...

Better bury him.

Yes.

But it didn't turn out like that.

There wasn't any war.

And they put him in charge of the army
post office at Pulvera.

At least a chance for home life.

It wasn't home life, Mr. Frood.

Not as I understand it.

The captain wanted me to love him for
himself alone.

Which you found not possible.

He couldn't bear the idea of any rival.

He kept a revolver by the bed.

The last bullet, he said, was for me in
case of the Russians.

No faith of the Navy, eh?

Once he ran out of the bathroom with
just a towel round him.

Here's the man, he cried, stripped of
his regimentals.

Love me for what I am.

Do you or don't you?

When he put it like that.

Nothing for it but the truth.

Yes. I had to tell him I didn't.

That made him suspicious.

Another man, he said.

He put two bullets in the revolver. One
for you, he said, and the other for him,

whoever he may be.

And that's when I left.

Supposing the captain should get wind of
a certain gentleman?

What gentleman?

Where?

Perhaps not a hundred miles from where
we're sitting.

Oh, Mr.

Froot, wherever did you get that idea?

A reliable source.

More reliable than I am.

I wouldn't say more so.

Mrs. M, do you really mean that since
you left the captain there's been nobody

else?

No.

How about you, Mr. Froot?

Matrimony ever appeal?

Just passed me by. It's too late now.

Then we're both in the same boat.

How? Both of us destined to be single.

Well, I must get back. I've got my table
to lay.

Well, I'll drive your feet off and come
and give you a hand.

Don't you dream of it. You're not fit to
work.

I can manage.

Wonderful. The way you've taken to it.

Well, the fact is I'm relaxed.

I'm at ease.

You know, I've been thinking.

Tomorrow is once more your afternoon
off.

Thursday again already?

Does come round, doesn't it? So I was
wondering... Yeah?

Well, I thought perhaps I might have the
privilege.

If you put it like that, Mr. Fruit.

Oh, I don't know. I thought we might
have a stroll to the Royal Pavilion.

Perhaps a visit to the cinema.

Oh, I shall enjoy that.

It was empty.

I was all to take.

Don't goggle at me. Pull yourself
together.

We can't talk here, sir. Oh, yes, we
can.

Now behave as if I'm ordering lunch.

Yes, sir.

Cream of celery, sir?

That last report of yours.

You're referred to the defendant as
beautiful.

Most unconventional.

Steam cuts?

Time is money, and you're wasting enough
of both.

I expect results.

I expect tangible facts to emerge.

Jam roll and coffee, then?

Please understand, within a week, I want
a full report of her carryings on.

Otherwise, you may consider yourself off
the case.

Now take my other.

Scotch broth.

Fried place and chips.

old dining room fancy having to keep the
meals hot for all those people what a

gorgeous chandelier oh i wouldn't like
to have to wash that down well

mrs morgan i i hope that you'll remember
me kindly when i move on you're leaving

us mr fruit there's nothing wrong i hope
business purely business i

am sorry i am too

Waitering is only a sideline for you,
isn't it, really?

That is so.

And you have some other business?

You must be writing a book. I've often
heard you diving up in your bedroom.

I'm afraid I don't aspire as high as
that, Mrs. Morgan.

What exactly is your other business?

Well, it's a bit private.

Oh, I didn't mean to butt in.

Oh, you know, confidential.

Ah, the Secret Service.

I understand.

It's a lovely ornament.

It's on the large side, but very nice.

Really, the hotel won't seem the same
without you, Mr. Fruit.

Won't it, Mrs. M?

Before you came, it wasn't exactly a
homey place, but...

Now when I look around, I see how it
could be fixed.

It was just a dream of mine.

That hotel's a bit of a nightmare, if
you ask me.

It was silly of me.

I just don't fit into the pattern of
family life.

Whatever do you mean?

Well, you'd find it hard to understand,
but... Yes.

Well, what I'm trying to do, I hope,
will leave you free for when?

When?

When the right man comes along, as he
must.

After you've gone, can I send you a
postcard? A rough sea at Brighton?

Oh, thank you. Yes, I should like that.

To tell you the truth, Yes, Mr. Fruit.

Glad it was me you went out with this
afternoon.

I wouldn't have liked it to have been
anyone else.

Not today.

Well, I suppose we'd better be going or
we'll be late for the cinema.

Do you like films about love, Mr. Fruit?

Frankly, I prefer detection.

Till now.

Oh, mystery, you mean.

One could call it that, yeah.

Well, we'd better be going, or we'll
miss the trailers.

Do you suppose the prince ever ate his
dinner here alone?

Not if the princess had to walk all that
way with the plates on her arm.

A nice time.

I don't think the honeymoon couple
staying here could have had a nicer.

There's something about a honeymoon.

I suppose there is.

The day will come, Mrs. M.

I'm not very hopeful.

You never know.

I'd need a divorce first and I don't
know how to get it.

Love will conquer every obstacle.

Sometimes when you talk.

It's like real poetry.

Good night.

And once more, thank you.

Thank you.

Good night, then.

You know what you said about love and
conquering the obstacles?

Well, I mean, you want to take courage
in both hands.

Shh.

Classroom.

Yes, but I mean, you know, if you feel
you're in the grip of...

In your way, you don't want to resist
them.

You don't want to try to resist them.

Oh, Mr. Frodo.

Mrs. Morgan smartly turned out in a blue
dress of some silk material with white

handbag. and accessories was first seen
with her gentleman friend at the Royal

Pavilion.

Later they repaired to a cinema where
they watched a film entitled Lovers and

Strangers. Disgusting!

And the evening terminated with the
gentleman in question, a distinguished

-looking middle -aged man of
professional appearance, escorting Mrs.

Morgan back to the hotel and upstairs to
her room.

They were seen to kiss.

He didn't emerge from the hotel until
the following morning.

Well, there's your case, Captain Morgan.

I drove.

I got to get my hands on the balder.

It's irrefutable evidence.

If you want your divorce, all we have to
do is to prepare the petition.

Name it Morgan?

Yes.

This is for you.

Oh, thank you.

Good morning.

Good morning.

What's this?

A circular or something?

It's a petition for divorce.

On Thursday the 12th of September, at
the Queen's Hotel Brighton, with a man

whose name and identity are unknown, she
did... I don't understand unknown.

What unknown? What does it mean?

I feel ashamed.

Very ashamed.

Mr. Fruit, what was that other business
you said you did?

I'm a private detective.

So you're responsible for me getting
this.

I was employed by your husband to keep
an eye on you. But you know it isn't

true. You were there all the time.

I'm afraid I based my report to the
lawyer on our little trip out the other

afternoon. And I took some liberties
with the truth of it.

With what?

Well, it was wishful thinking.

Oh, I shouldn't have done it.

I'll say it's a lie.

You've been so good to me, Mrs. Morgan.
I'll put it right, I promise you.

Suppose you don't deny it. But I must.

The captain would divorce me and I'd be
free again, wouldn't I?

Oh, I expect so.

To marry again.

If you wanted to.

I do want to.

Any particular gentleman?

You, Mr. Fruit.

Don't know what to say.

Well, now, I've got a little bit of
money put aside. We could put that down

house. Well, I mean, I've got a little
tucked away under the mattress. If you

really think you could face the rest of
your life as... Mrs. Fruit?

Oh, I'd love to.

Let them think the worst of me. Let the
captain divorce me.

Oh, I will, I will.

You really are the most remarkable
woman.

I've loved you from the... Very first
time I was put on this case.

I'll change my profession.

Oh, no, don't do that, Mr. Froot. Why?

The name is Henry, my love.

Well, to a lady like yourself, it would
be distasteful. Oh, not distasteful at

all, my dear. It seems a very useful
profession.

Well, I must admit, another pair of eyes
would be a great help.

I'd be proud to help Henry.

I think that illustrates that all things
come to him who waits.

And polishing silver doesn't hurt
either.

And now here is the commercial that
comes with this story.

Sorry, we don't allow substitutions.

That last certainly makes one long for a
la carte television.

Next week I shall return with a
different story. And, unless I'm more

diplomatic, a different sponsor.

Until then...

Good night.

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