All language subtitles for The.Alfred.Hitchcock.Hour.1962.S01E02.Dont.Look.Behind.You.DVD

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and
welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

I trust you will excuse my startled
expression, but this is what I just

pulled out of my hat.

It's rather a shock when one is
expecting a rabbit.

However, I suppose it isn't as traumatic
as it would be if I were expecting her

and got the rabbit.

Since my hand is not quicker than the
eye, I think she will be quite useful in

diverting your attention.

This evening, I shall attempt several
feats of legitimate.

One is to make an hour disappear without
you realizing it.

That will not be easy, considering this
first minute.

Oh.

Daphne.

Did I startle you, my dear?

Yes.

Where's your young man, Harold?

Oh, he had a department meeting. I
waited, but then I came on.

You walked from the campus through the
wood? Yes.

You must have pretty good nerves.

Dr. MacFarlane, I think somebody
followed me.

Are you sure?

Yes. I saw branches and bushes moving.

That must have been the wind, my dear.

Come on in.

Oh, please don't say anything inside.

My wife gets hysterical. There's been
too much talk already.

Come on. Yes, of course.

You'll very soon learn to take these
department meetings with greater

patience after you've married Harold and
become a faculty wife.

Daphne, how nice to see you. Oh, hello.

How lovely you look. Thank you. Hello,
Wanda. Hello. Where's Paul? Oh, my

husband deserted me on the way over
here. He's a great bird lover. Yes, he

jumped out of the car and ran after a
hermit thrush.

You mean he's in the woods, chasing a
bird? Yes. Oh, that's all it was.

All what was?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing at all.

Oh, Edwin.

Come in, Edwin. You know Edwin Vogt,
don't you?

We've never had anyone so brilliant in
the music department, have we, Edwin?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Definitely so nice to see you again.

How do you do, Wanda? Oh, I do very
well, thank you. Hello, Edwin. Have a

cocktail. Thank you.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Come, doctor.

That girl deserves a good spanking.

This is your girl? Thank you.

What have you done?

Walked over here alone, took the
shortcut through the wood. I waited half

an hour for you.

I left your note. Yes, I know you did,
darling, but I was still anxious about

you. Why in heaven's name did you take a
shortcut?

Did you come through the wood? Oh, wild
horses couldn't get me through there.

You had me worried.

I apologize for charging in like that
with the way things are around here.

Please, please.

Don't let's talk about it May I

Oh

Sorry to be late. You're not late Paul.

Help yourself to a drink How

are you fine

I think we almost met a little earlier.

This evening? When?

Weren't you chasing a bird?

Oh, a hermit thrush.

People don't realize how beautifully
that bird fangs, Angelic. I thought

someone was chasing me through the
woods. I took the shortcut over from the

campus. I guess it was you I heard.

My thrush was in the trees by the
cemetery.

Nowhere near the shortcut.

Oh.

Well. So it couldn't have been me.

No, I suppose not.

Well, probably just something running
through the undergrowth

I'm Dave Fulton.

I've noticed you quite often on the
campus.

You're in med school, aren't you?

Yes.

I asked Dr. McFarland to invite me here
when you were coming.

I was warned you were more or less
engaged to Harold, but you are allowed

to talk to other men, aren't you?

As a matter of fact, Harold is cross
with me now. I walked here through the

woods.

Alone? Were you being brave or
something?

Well, it's such a long way the other way
around. And anyway, it wasn't really

dark. It wasn't really wise, either.

May I tell you, you're much too
attractive to take such chances.

One of those girls was killed in that
wood, you know.

I doubt if they'll ever get him. There's
nothing to go on. There may be.

Next time.

You're so sure there's going to be a
next time. Thank you.

Harold believes that the killer is
deranged. A sadist. Maybe somebody's not

found yet.

Why should it be deranged?

It could have been a thief.

Perhaps the girl screamed and he lost
his head.

Edwin, thieves don't use a knife the way
he did. If you'd only seen the body we

found. Terrence, please.

Will you not discuss the details?

May I, my dear? When my husband and
Harold get together, they say it's all

very horrible.

But that's what makes it fascinating.

I once knew an awful old man who had a
couple of books on torture.

Covered in human skin.

This killer might have cleared out.

He isn't necessarily a local man.

Oh, but I think he is, Edwin.

You may remember the Jack the Ripper
tucked to one section of London.

And the French bluebeard, Landreau,
stayed in Paris.

Fritz Harmon?

Who's he?

I never heard of him.

A foul creature in Hanover.

He murdered more than 40 men in his
butcher's shop.

Harold, you can't make me believe that a
college town like Woodside would even be

likely to harbor a mass murderer. No, on
the contrary.

College community is an ideal place for
one.

I agree.

Yes. You see, there are a lot of
high-strung individuals here.

Many are frustrated, some very curious.

Easily apt to be well up on the
literature of murder.

So you couple that with the power of
suggestion and... Well, now, you take an

intelligent man who's even slightly off
balance, for example.

Say that he's dissatisfied. He's
building up grudges.

I suppose he's been reading about these
multiple killers.

Harmon, or writes in the best myth,
Gilles Deray.

It was a man who was very artistic.

A scholar.

The Marquis de Sade?

You're pretty well up on murder
yourself, aren't you? Or he may be a

specialized kind of madman who is only
occasionally seeded by these

compulsions.

He could be someone in the university
atmosphere.

He could easily be one of us.

Oh, no, really, help.

Surely that doesn't include us girls, I
hope.

No, I'm inclined to think it's a man.

If you ask why he does this, I think
it's a pathological distortion of

something normal.

Something that's already there, waiting
in all of us.

Sane, insane, it's all a matter of
balance.

Haven't any of you ever felt that when
you were terribly tired or...

worried sick about something, that
keeping your sanity was like walking a

tightrope stretched across a great
chasm, and that if the slightest thing

went wrong, it'd topple off.

It'd never stop falling.

Have you ever felt like that, Harold?

I think anyone who hasn't is extremely
fortunate.

surgery early tomorrow morning, don't
you? Oh, yes.

And he likes to take a walk before he
goes to bed.

I think it's time we all went home.

Mmm, what a marvelous moon.

It's lighter than when I came through
earlier.

You know, I could have sworn something
was following me when I came through

here before dinner.

I don't know exactly how to explain it,
except that it stopped when I stopped

and went on when I went on.

When it finally made a rush towards me,
you should have seen me. I practically

ran the rest of the way.

It wasn't some mischievous child, was
it? Oh, no. No children would be in here

that time of night. It was dark and
spooky.

Well,

maybe it was a dog. Maybe. Probably was.

on edge, aren't you?

Why in the world didn't you tell me? We
needn't have come back this way. No, I

wanted to come through. I wanted to come
through with you and feel safe.

Do you know what I mean?

I know.

hadn't frightened him, he might have
killed her.

Maybe it was you he was after.

If she was only a substitute, he may try
again.

hadn't had immediate attention, she'd
have bled to death.

But you were doing very well when I came
along.

I'm lucky you heard her scream.

Well, I usually take a walk at the last
thing. I thought the man might still be

there. What did she say about the
attack?

Oh, it seems she went out to mail a
letter and he sprang on her.

She was on that back road. No, not
actually in the woods.

He seemed terribly strong, she said, and
dragged her in among the trees.

She couldn't describe him.

She doesn't remember much, really.

Oh, hello, Harold. Did the police say
anything?

Well, no, just that she may remember
more a little later. Oh, I doubt if she

will.

Look in at the hospital, Daphne. She'd
like to thank you. Yes, of course I

will. Bye. Goodbye, Doctor.

The police still think that it isn't
necessarily the same man who did the

other killing, but I said that it had to
be a particular kind of man in a

particular state of mind, and that they
might need the help of a psychologist in

running him down.

Anyway, I...

Told him I'd do anything I could to
help.

Oh, don't get mixed up with this,
Harold.

Darling, you know how interested I am in
these things, these strange twists of

the mind.

That's why I went into psychology in the
first place.

It's a wonderful opportunity for me to
test out some theories I've had in

abnormal behavior.

The only problem is I'm going to have to
work alone because the police don't go

along with me.

I think you should stay out of it.
Daphne, you want this man caught, don't

you?

You know, I can't forget that it might
have been you he was following.

Why would he try to get me?

I don't know.

But I'm going to make sure that he never
does.

Oh, hello, Dave.

Well, you're always creeping up behind
me, aren't you?

I stopped by to see how you came through
all the excitement.

Well, I have a lecture to give. I'll
call you later for dinner, darling.

That was a terrible thing last night.

If I'd walked home that way, I might
have caught him.

I thought you rode home with Paul.

No.

I stayed talking with Mrs. McFarland.

Then I walked home the long way around.

Alone? At that time of night?

Now, why should he walk when he could
ride?

Do you want me to tell you?

Well, remember how you felt listening to
Edwin at the piano?

That's how I felt.

After you'd gone.

I just wanted to walk and think about
you.

You pay the most curious compliments.

First you ask Dr.

McFarlane to invite you to dinner.

Then you tell me I'm too beautiful to be
married.

And now the moonlight.

Daphne. I didn't know you were out
there.

Edwin, that was beautiful.

Stay there.

I'll join you.

Oh, no, I can't stay.

That was the Moonlight Sonata you were
playing.

Yes.

I'll play you some other French melodies
you seem to like.

If you'd care to come in for a while.

No, I'm expecting Harold to call.

They're all dance tunes, really.

Do I make them sound sad?

Yes.

There is a sort of sorrow in them.

Not in them.

It's in me.

Music always gives away one's feelings.

Especially loneliness.

That's the universal human predicament,
isn't it?

I think in very talented people like
yourself, it helps to create.

Well, I must go. Goodbye.

Oh, am I glad you're still awake. I
thought you were going to call. Oh, I

know, honey. I'm sorry, but it's such a
hectic day, I forgot.

Have you had any dinner? No, I didn't
even have time to eat.

But you know something?

Yeah. I think I'm finally making some
progress.

Of course, the police think I'm just
another crazy professor, but they don't

understand what's going on.

You remember last night I said that the
killer might be sitting there at the

table with us?

Well, I was right.

He was.

You know how I know?

The police went out there and they
searched that whole area where they

found the girl.

Nothing. I went out on my own.

I found a cocktail napkin with the
McFarlane's name on it. Oh, well, that

doesn't mean anything.

People are at the McFarlane's all the
time.

Somebody could have dropped it or it
could have blown there. That's what the

police said, but I disagree.

They say that this assault isn't like
the rest of them.

Darling, we know everybody at the
McFarlane's. Whether we know them or not

hasn't got the slightest bearing on
this.

Now, this killer gets a great
satisfaction out of terror and

destruction.

And as children, we have much the same
impulse, but we grow out of them.

Now, either he hasn't, or they've
reoccurred in him.

How horrible.

Yes, it is horrible. We're moving in a
region of horror.

Now, the police have got everybody
pinned down. They're pretty good at

that, you know.

Dr. McFarlane was out last night on his
nightcap stroll.

Edwin walked home alone. I know it, and
so did Dave. I had lunch with him today.

Oh, you did? Mm-hmm.

Paul, however...

It was not.

He jumped out of the car to look at a
screech owl or something. I don't know

what it was.

Besides, I don't think it would be Dave
because he's much too normal.

You'd rather have it anybody than Dave,
wouldn't you?

I'd sooner he never got caught than have
it be somebody we know. But, honey, it

is someone we know. Now, you heard the
way that girl screamed.

I want this fellow caught before he
makes you scream like... He isn't after

me.

people. I know how they think.

It's frightening sometimes how you know
people.

He watches you.

To him, you're like a living jewel.
You're your perfection.

You're irreplaceable. And to destroy you
would be a triumph.

Now, he followed you, but he didn't get
you. The other woman was just a

substitute, but he didn't succeed with
her either. So he's going to come back

to his first choice.

We can catch him through you and only
through you.

I want you to be a decoy.

I want you to walk through the woods
again alone.

No. I'll be there, but I'll be out of
sight. I have a gun.

Well, how do you know you can catch him
even with a gun?

Use a police decoy. They have people who
do that sort of thing. But it's you he

wants, don't you understand? It's not
going to be any more of a risk than

you're running right now, every day,
every minute.

To walk through that woods again?

I don't know how you can ask me to do
such a thing.

Daphne, besides protecting you, we may
save the lives of others.

Now, how would you feel if some morning
you woke up and there was another girl

that had been strangled and sliced when
we could have stopped it?

That has to be done at once, darling,
while the periodic excitement is still

with him.

We could drop into the McFarlane's
tomorrow night and I'll let it be known

that we'll be over there, but not what
we're going to do.

Nobody would ever believe I'd go through
that woods again, not now.

Yes, he will, because that's what he
wants to believe.

And he'll wait until you do.

He'll never stop watching you. I know
that kind of mind. I can't, Harold.

Don't ask me again. I can't.

All right.

All right.

Talk about it tomorrow.

I won't change my mind.

Hello, Harold.

Yes, I'm sorry to call you this time of
night, but somebody tried to break in

here.

No, no, he climbed the tree.

No, I only got a glimpse of him.

Didn't look like anybody I knew.

No, no, please come over when it's
light, will you? You can see for

yourself.

Yes, and Harold, I'll go through that
woods again, whenever you say.

I shall begin my act immediately
following the station break, so please

hurry back.

I warned you not to stay so long. You
can hardly expect rabbits to simply sit

around waiting for a station break to
end.

Now it is time for the second half of
our story.

Perhaps after that, there will be time
for a few tricks.

It's been a lovely evening, Doctor.

I'm afraid we've stayed too late. Not at
all. Delighted to have you, and thank

you for the reports.

Can't I drive you back?

Oh, no, thank you.

We'd rather walk.

Well, there's no need to tell you. Stay
clear of the wood. Ah, the police

haven't got a thing on the killer yet,
Paul.

But if they get on to you, a bird lover
who's seen at odd times and odd places,

you'll be a hot suspect.

Well, if I were the murderer, I think I
could guarantee that I'd never be

caught.

When this one's caught, you may find
that it's only the beginning.

Whatever you mean by that, good night.

Good night, Daphne.

And Harold, look after her.

Good night, my dear.

Good night.

It's always a delight to see you.

Good night, Harold. Good night.

All you have to do is keep walking at a
natural pace like you are now.

Do you mind if I hope he's not there?

But he will be. I told you he wants you.

He knows you're out here. He'll be
waiting for you.

Maybe he'll guess it's a trap. I know,
but he won't believe that because he

wants you so much.

And then when he sees you, he won't be
able to hold back until it's a

compulsion.

I'm going to slip away in a moment.

Oh, darling, I'm frightened.

Shouldn't we get the help of the police?

I tried to, but they don't go along with
my theory.

You'll keep me in sight, won't you,
darling? You won't be able to see me,

but I'll be there.

There's a moon.

My heart

is pounding.

You'll come immediately if I call, won't
you, Harold?

Harold?

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Who is it?

Who is it?

Did I frighten you?

Yes, you did a little.

Only a little?

That's good.

It seemed to me that I frightened you
quite badly the other evening.

The other evening?

On your way to dinner at the
McFarlane's.

You began running.

Why did you follow me then?

It's a habit of mine.

There was nothing to be afraid of.

Not then.

And I only wanted you to know that you
were not alone.

You certainly must feel that you're not
alone now.

This will be different.

I'm glad you like my music.

It's not all there is, you know.

It's not the best.

No, no, no. No, you mustn't go now.

Is he dead?

No.

No, he's not dead.

You know, Edwin reads music like you and
I might read a book.

He hears the sounds in his head.

Having his music there at the home
should be some consolation to him.

Why don't you come in, darling?

No, I don't like being here.

But I wanted you here. I know it's a
little untidy, but the police have

searched it.

Edwin's apartment is exactly the place
for something, I have to tell you.

Yes, I think I know what it is.

You want to tell me that you don't think
the attacks are over.

And that they may be after me.

Who told you that?

Dave.

Dave is always popping up, isn't he?

On the campus, in the wood.

He said you told him the night you
caught Edwin.

I reminded them all that some crimes
come in waves.

As if they're contagious.

A ceremonial night?

Blood sacrifices? That appeals to some
mentality.

But this may have spread already.

In the town.

On the campus.

You mean... You think he may have
associates or imitators? Men with the

same ideas as Edwin. The same
objectives.

Who? Who do you think?

I don't know.

I... I wouldn't want to point a finger
at anyone, but... Daphne, look around

this room.

You remember how you felt about Edwin?

His music, his charm.

And yet, in his heart, he hated all
women.

He would have strangled you.

And slashed you with that knife.

Now, Daphne, you mustn't trust anybody.
Dave, not anyone.

Well, I'll take the music to Edwin.

He and I were very close friends, you
know.

Poor soul.

How are you?

I brought you most of your music. I
thought maybe you'd like to play it when

you feel better.

There's a piano in the lounge.

with the girl in the wood when Daphne
and I interrupted you.

That was all for nothing, wasn't it?

We came too soon.

And you began it wrong.

You tried to take the life without the
ceremonial, so the compulsion stayed

with you.

Then you had to try again with Daphne.

Well, I must be going now, Edwin.

I'll come and see you again.

I know you will.

I'm looking forward to it.

Are you going to be roaming around again
tonight?

Mm-hmm.

I have some more clues I want to follow
up.

Harold, why don't you leave this up to
the police?

I have to continue on my own.

I've been studying Edwin's analysis,
digging into his mind.

And here is the smell of blood still.
It's fascinating.

His ideas go far back into time.

They run deep.

And he's not so non-sane as one might
think.

Will you have dinner with me, darling?

No, I can't. I have a special class
tonight.

Added biochemistry.

Oh, yes.

That's the one that Dave teaches, isn't
it? The small class.

And afterwards, I suppose he'll ask you
to have dinner with him or something.

What's gotten into you?

What's gotten into everyone?

Me, you, Dave.

What got into Edwin?

We'll never know.

You poor dear.

You're worn out.

It's this terrible business with Edwin.

Standing guard over me and working half
the day and...

Hunting heaven knows what half the
night.

What if I were to go away?

I'd be sure nobody ever found out. No,
no, no, don't do that.

No, don't go.

And especially don't go now.

Darling, why don't you lie down and
rest? I have some things I'd better do.

Harold, I'm sorry about dinner.

That's all right.

You have a good time with Dave.

Did you have dinner this evening?

No, not really.

How about coffee and something with me?

No, thank you. I'm going straight home.

Harold waiting?

I begin to wonder whether all his talk
about you being in danger is

imagination.

He was right about Edwin.

He was, wasn't he?

You know...

A man like Edwin never realizes he's
committing an abominable crime.

He's merely yielding to an urge.

Such men worship dark and nameless gods.

They act out the fantasies that upset
their unbalanced minds.

You really can't blame somebody like
Edwin.

That doesn't make them any less
dangerous.

That's exactly why Harold is so absorbed
in this.

Yes.

Deeply. It absorbs him when he should be
absorbed in you.

Harold has been working night and day
trying to prevent anything else from

happening. To me or to anyone else.

Daphne, I'm going to say this.

I think there's a lot of pretense about
you and Harold.

There always has been, hasn't there?

You're not really in love.

That's what I mean by pretense.

Harold may be in love with you in his
way, but you're not.

How dare you say such a thing to me?

You're ducking away from the truth.

I'm very fond of Harold.

I think I may owe him my life.

He certainly deserves my loyalty.

That's a poor substitute for love.

Are you jealous of Harold?

No.

But he is of me.

Good night, Dave.

Hello, darling. I saw your light.

Oh, you know, I... I never realized how
beautiful you look in white.

You look like a bride.

You must have come straight down here.

Yes, I did.

Sit down, darling. Sit down.

I want to celebrate.

I, uh...

I've made my mind up about something.

Oh, this is wine that I keep for very
special occasions.

Faculty birthdays.

It's wonderful the way you just walked
in here. I never expected that.

Yes, I've just been talking with Dave.

I'll always remember you as you are at
this moment, darling.

Smiling at me across a glass of wine.

Cheer.

You came from Dave to me.

I like that.

Because I have something to tell you.

About Dave?

No.

Now, I know how you feel about him. I'm
not blind, you know.

Oh, Harold.

If you're jealous of Dave, I can assure
you it's quite without reason.

Without reason, you said?

Without reason.

No, that isn't what I wanted to talk to
you about.

There's something else.

And this is the perfect place to do it.

You said you'd made up your mind about
something.

Yes, my darling.

I have.

And we won't be interrupted here.

Now, I don't want you to be frightened
by what I have to say.

And run away as you did with Edwin.

But he intended to.

Edwin killed those women in hatred and
revenge.

But I've decided tonight to make you
completely my own for love.

In the full, aesthetic moment of

final sacrifice.

There can be no true sacrifice.

No complete feeling of love.

You're mine, Daphne.

No one else.

He really caught this contagion, this
spirit of killing from Edwin.

A strange and ancient illusion that by
blood sacrifice you can reach a more

intense communion.

Jealousy unbalanced his mind.

But you're safe now.

Harold is here.

I knew he would be.

I've been looking forward to it.

Next week, we should be back with
another story.

Now, there is just time enough for my
escape act.

Good night.