All language subtitles for AH Presents S2 E20 Malice domestic

Good evening.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

the first case
on today's docket is entitled

"Malice Domestic. "

I hasten to add, however,
that "Malice Domestic"

is not about
the servant problem,

nor is it a puff
for imported wines.

It is concerned
with some mysterious doings

in a family of three.

Carl Borden, his wife Annette,

and their charming dog,
Cassandra.

To give you a clearer picture
of exactly what happened,

we now transport you
to the scene of the crime

where we shall reenact it.

Oh. There you are,
Lorna.

Been looking
all over for you.

Thank you.
Thanks.

We've got to have
a farewell drink together.

You've no idea how much
we're going to miss you.

Town won't be the same
without you.

Well, I'll miss you, too.
All of you.

It's been wonderful living
here. I've made so many friends.

We're counting on absence
making the heart grow fonder.

That's the trouble
with a career.

The firm commands. You can
only obey. But I love it.

We mustn't lose touch
with one another.

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Annette,
she's not going to Timbuktu.

San Francisco's only
90 miles.

I'll certainly be coming to
visit you, if you'll have me.

I'll want to see how Cassandra
is getting along.

I'm so glad
you're taking her.

Cassandra.
What a name for a dog.

It's a shame you have to give her away.

Well, I can't have a dog
that big in an apartment.

Well, you couldn't have given us
anything that Carl would like better.

He adores all dogs.
With or without pedigrees.

You'll have to tell me
exactly what she likes to eat.

Oh, she's not
at all finicky.

It's quantity with her,
not quality.

If you cook for her
the way you cook for me,

she'll put on 10 pounds
in a week.

Carl's spoiled.
What more could a man want?

He's got a wife that's
an artist in the studio

and an artist
in the kitchen.

It's his art
I'm worried about.

Afraid he'll become so entranced with
the dog, he'll never finish his book.

Come September and we'll have your
publishers howling across the country.

I hope you won't find
Cassandra too much trouble.

She's quite housebroken.

I'm sure we won't.

Just be firm. Treat her as you do Carl.

No dog could
stand for that.

Let's have a dance.

We'll see you later.
Okay.

Well, if you can stand
spending your last night

doing a last generation fox
trot, I'd be a very happy partner.

Mr. Harrison,
I shall be delighted.

I'm going to
miss you.

That was
a wonderful party.

You know,
despite what she says,

I think
Lorna's really very glad

she's going to San Francisco, don't you?

Well, I suppose if the firm's sending
her, she can't do much about it.

Where's that dog?
Cassandra?

Cassandra.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

A big thing like you
huddling there in the corner.

You're just a big baby,
that's what you are.

We're going to be
good friends, aren't we?

Well, she certainly
seems to like you.

All the girls do.

Go on over and shake hands
with the lady of the house.

Go on, Cassandra. Come
on, Cassandra. Come on.

Go on, idiot girl.
Go on.

Carl?
Yeah?

Carl, can you
come here a moment?

All right.

Well,
what do you think?

That's beautiful, dear.

What color do you plan
to make the glaze?

Oh, some sort of
an antique green.

A celadon to carry out
the Chinese effect.

I really think that's one of
the best things you've done.

How's your work coming?

Fine.

You'll be finished
by the 15th?

Well, I think so.

Carl,

I'd try very hard.

Not only
because of the deadline,

but this is a perfect time
for a story like this...

I'm writing
as fast as I can.

Yes. I'm sure you are.

Well, we'd both better
get back to our work.

Oh, you know what all work
and no play makes?

What's the matter,
darling?

I just wanted your opinion on my vase.

Something's wrong.
What is it?

It's nothing.

I've just been
working very hard and...

You know how I am when I'm
in one of my creative moods.

Just tell me
what I've done.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Now, don't tell me it's nothing.
It's been going on for weeks.

Ever since you came back from
that trip, you've been different.

Carl, that's what I've
been thinking about you.

You know, I think we're
two very stupid people

imagining all sorts
of things that don't exist.

You mean there's
nothing really wrong?

Of course not,
you idiot.

Prove it.

Well, it just goes
to show you

two women can't live
happily in the same house.

Oh, that was a
delicious dinner, Annette.

I still contend, you're
the best cook in town.

You're always
so flattering, Perry.

You've no idea what
it does to my morale.

How about a liqueur?

Oh, thanks.

Your usual green mint
over ice?

Yes, please.

How about you, darling?

You don't have
to ask me.

How's everything
at the bank, Perry?

I suppose my investments
are losing money.

You know I look after them
as if they were my very own.

What's the matter?

A little indigestion,
I guess.

I'm all right now.

Hadn't you better call
Dr. Wingate?

No, no, no, it's nothing. I'm
all right now. I'll get some ice.

You know,
you really do look ill.

Do you have
indigestion often?

No, but whenever we have strawberry
shortcake, he always over-indulges.

That I can't deny.

Annette.

I'm playing golf on Tuesday. How
about having lunch with me at the club?

I'd love to.

Oh, what are you
working on now?

Oh, a vase. It's based
after an old Chinese design.

I think it's one of the
best things she's ever done.

Oh? I'd like to buy it
when it's finished.

I'd like you
to have it, Perry.

Annette, do you seriously
think you can go on...

Hello, Ralph. Can you
come over right away?

I've got a terrible pain in my
stomach. I don't know what it is.

What is it?

Well, it could be a virus
or something he ate.

What did he
have for dinner?

A cold vichyssoise, chicken
cooked in a wonderful wine sauce,

broccoli hollandaise
and strawberry shortcake.

Well, that's a little rich.
That's probably what it was.

But we'll run some tests on you
next week, just to make sure.

Now you just
take it easy.

There's nothing serious,
is it, Ralph?

Oh, I don't think so. Of course,
I'll know better next week.

Just see that he gets
some rest, Annette.

Yes. I will.

Annette? How about lunch?
1:00 all right?

Yes, 1:00's fine.

Give you a lift,
Perry?

Oh, no thanks.
I have my own car.

Good night.

Yeah.

Carl, don't you think
you'd better go to bed?

In a minute.

What do you say, baby?
You want to go to bed now?

Hello, there.

Oh, hello, Ralph.

How's Carl?

Oh, he's feeling much
better. It was nothing.

Well, just the same, he should
have a checkup. We all should have.

Though I must say, for somebody
who's elbow deep in clay all day long,

you're looking
remarkably well.

Oh, I have my clay days
and my good days.

This is
one of my good days.

Oh, have you had lunch?

No, thanks, I'm skipping it.
Weight. Taking my own prescription.

Though, I will
have some coffee.

Well, fine. Waiter, a cup
for Dr. Wingate, please.

Have you heard anything
from Lorna?

Yes, she telephoned
last night.

She adores San Francisco.

She wanted to know all
about Cassandra, of course.

We must have talked
at least a half hour.

She wants us to come up
and stay with her.

Well, a change could
do you both good.

You haven't been feeding Carl too much
strawberry shortcake again, have you?

No. I watch his diet
like a hawk.

Actually,
he's losing weight.

Good. Good.
I know how difficult that is.

Physician,
heal thyself.

You know,
on second thought,

I don't think I'd better
wait for that coffee.

Well, if I intend doing any work
today, I'd better get on home.

Oh, Perry, I'm going to pay you a
professional visit in the next few days.

A few bad investments
I want to unload.

Listened to too many patients on stocks.

And since you're leaving,
Annette, I can drop you.

Oh, no. Don't bother.
You're in a hurry.

Well, got to make a house call.
Takes me right past your place.

Well, if it's not
out of the way.

Thanks for lunch, Perry.
I'll talk to you later.

Perry.

Thank you, Ralph.

That's Cassandra.
Something must be wrong.

How do you feel now?

Better, thanks.

Ralph, what is it?

Oh, honey. I'm sorry
about that vase.

I was just putting it back on
the shelf when I blacked out.

Oh, it doesn't matter.
What's wrong, Ralph?

Well, that's what
I'm trying to find out.

I want you to stay in
bed for a couple of days.

I'm going to put him
on a light diet.

Fruit juices and soups,
nothing solid.

Light diet, my eye!

Annette likes to cook and I like to
eat. Do you want to deprive us of...

Nothing solid,
understand?

Oh, don't worry
about that.

After all those tests he gave
me and those gadgets he used,

I ought to be able
to eat anything.

You just behave and do
as your wife tells you.

Oh, I'll take you
to the door.

That's all right, Annette.
I can find my way out.

All right, come on, baby. Come
on, girl. That's right. Come on.

Get up. Get up. Come on. That's
all right. Come on over here.

Don't you think you
ought to get some rest?

In a minute, honey.
In a minute.

Cassandra.
Hiya, baby.

Carl, you shouldn't be up.
You should have called me.

Oh, I feel fine.
A little sore, that's all.

But am I hungry.

I'll get you
some juice.

How about you, baby?
You had breakfast yet?

Hello? Oh, hello, Ralph.

How do you feel?

Fine.
Awfully hungry, though.

Haven't eaten yet?

No.

Good, don't. I want to run another
test while the stomach is empty.

Oh, not again.

I'll be right over.

Oh, good morning,
Ralph.

Morning, Annette.
How's Carl?

He's feeling much better. He's working.

I brought him
some orange juice,

but he said that you didn't
want him to have any yet.

That's right.
Oh, Annette.

I'd like to speak to Carl
alone, if you don't mind.

Of course
I don't mind.

Good morning, Ralph.

Morning.

Well, what are you
looking so happy about?

Carl, I want you to be
serious for a moment.

You were mighty sick
yesterday.

Oh, you're telling me.

You're lucky
not to be dead.

Where did you have lunch
yesterday? What did you eat?

I ate at home. Annette
fixed me a bowl of onion soup

before she went
out to lunch with Perry.

So you ate the soup and soon after
you were seized with violent pains,

retching, collapsed unconscious. Right?

Yeah.

The report I got from the
laboratory this morning

shows that you swallowed at least
a grain and a half of arsenic.

A grain and a half? That's
quite a dose, isn't it?

It could have
been fatal.

Well, how could I have gotten any
arsenic? Fresh vegetables or something?

They spray 'em,
don't they?

They don't spray
with arsenic anymore.

Then there was that other
attack last week. Remember?

Yeah.

You ate
at home then, too.

What are you hinting at?

I'm not hinting.
I'm telling you.

The chances against it being
accidental are one in a thousand.

Someone is
feeding you arsenic.

If I didn't know you so well,
I'd break your neck.

I know what you're driving
at, but you're wrong.

If I have been poisoned, there's
obviously some kind of a weird accident.

Arsenic is easy to get, Carl.
Ant paste, weed killer...

All right,
I heard enough!

I'm sorry,
but I had to tell you.

I can't stop you from
thinking your rotten thoughts,

but I can stop you
from talking and I will.

If you so much as breathe a word
of this to anyone, I'll kill you.

And don't forget that,
because I mean it.

Goodbye, Ralph.

Goodbye, Carl. I've told
you. Now it's up to you.

Carl?

Yeah?

What did he say?
What's wrong?

Oh, he just used
a lot of medical jargon.

I don't think he knows
any more than I do.

I've got a nervous stomach,
that's all. But now I feel fine.

You know what I think
we ought to do?

Go away on that vacation
we've been promising ourselves.

Do you remember that lake at the
back of Tahoe where we used to go?

Big Leaf Lake.

I think we're ready for
a little lonesome fishing.

I think that's a great idea.
We'll start in the morning.

I'll be all right then.

Oh, but what about your vase?
Don't you want to finish that first?

Come here. I want to
show you something.

Well?

What a beautiful color.

Why, I never saw
a green like that.

That's the secret of my
success, mixing colors.

But how do you get
that translucent quality?

You won't go telling my
professional secrets, will you?

No. I swear.

It's a copper glaze.

Remember when we were in the
south of France last year?

Well, I went over to Vallauris
to see their ceramics.

I learned this trick from one
of the artists I met there.

I sprinkle a little of
something they call Limoges Green

into the glaze before
I fire it. And then...

Hello. Oh, Perry.
Yes. He's feeling much better.

And we're going
on a fishing trip tomorrow.

Yes. I'll call you
as soon as we get back.

Yes. Oh, sure.

Yes, we'll send you
a pretty picture postcard.

Okay. All right,
goodbye, dear.

That was Perry.

Well, I guess there's no harm in
the juice now. You must be starved.

Annette,
do you love me?

Why, yes,
of course I do.

Why did you suddenly ask
a thing like that?

Here's to you, darling.

Carl?

Yeah?

Cup for the road.

Bags all packed?

All packed.

I want no complaints
out of you.

Oh, I forgot the sugar.

Now, you're going to behave yourself
at that kennel while we're gone.

Oh, did you get
my fishing equipment?

You bet. That's the most
important part of the luggage.

Remember the first time
we went to Lake Tahoe?

That log cabin
by the lake?

Yeah.

With the two bunk beds and
one blanket for the two of us?

And I got cold...

Let's not talk
about the past.

Long live the future.

Better get the bags
in the car.

Come on, baby!

That's it,
come on. Come on.

All right.
Now, stop that. Come on.

And don't look at me
with those big, limpid eyes.

What goes on behind those big
sensitive eyes of yours, huh?

Oh, if you could only talk.

A lot of privacy a couple
would get then, wouldn't they?

I guess God knew what he was doing
when he made man's best friend dumb.

Bless you for being dumb,
baby.

Oh, Annette, I don't
see the liquor here.

I remember seeing you
pack it, but...

Oh, I know,
it's in the study. Come on.

Honey, I forgot the...

I wish it had been me, Perry.

I can't understand it.

Take it easy, Carl.

Well, if it had to happen,
I'm glad it happened this way.

You wouldn't let me take care
of you, but the fates did.

Obviously,
she was over-confident.

Some little thing
distracted her attention

and she made the mistake

and drank the wrong cup
of coffee.

She poisoned herself
instead of you.

But she seemed so happy
with me.

We were going
on a trip together.

I don't want you to worry
about anything here.

There won't be any unpleasant
scandal or publicity.

Nothing like that.

You see, I knew,

and in spite of what
you said to me yesterday,

I told Chief Nichols.

Well, he and I talked
to the coroner

and they have agreed to play
it down as much as possible.

I think you ought to get away
from here as soon as you can,

away from this house,

make a complete break.

I took a big chance, baby,
but it worked.

The first time
I wasn't too sick

because I just took
a small dose of arsenic.

But that second time,
oh, oh...

That second time, you
almost lost me altogether.

I tell you,
I was sick as a dog.

You are all wondering,
no doubt,

how Carl Borden
ended up in the jug.

It is quite simple.

His dog, Cassandra, was
really a detective in disguise

and turned him in
at the next town.

It's getting so a man can't
even trust his best friend.

This concludes this session of our
little court of inhuman relations.

I hope you will rejoin us when
we next present a different case.

Good night.