All language subtitles for The.Alfred.Hitchcock.Hour.1962.S01E18.A.Tangled.Web.DVD

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I hope you will pardon me if I don't get
up.

It's rather a shock to awaken and find
yourself fastened to the floor like a

carpet. I told these little people that
this was no way to treat a tourist, even

if it is the off-season.

But they say they don't care.

They have a new and sensational tourist
attraction.

Me. I'm being advertised as a
Lilliputian Disneyland.

Of course, there are some compensations.
I think I'm probably the first member of

my family ever to be declared a national
monument.

Tonight's story is called A Tangled Web,
a title I find embarrassingly apropos.

In it, a young girl falls in love and
follows her young man with no regard for

his past or future. As for your future,
it includes a commercial, one which I

intend to watch all the way through. I
shan't move a muscle.

Okay, Ben, go.

The robber escaped with several thousand
dollars worth of jewels.

Mrs. Spalding was discovered by her
butler wrapped in a blanket and locked

in a closet. She is suffering from shock
and is under the care of her physician.

The entire area has been alerted.

Were you alerted, Marie?

I am poor.

Oh, I am poor. Je suis pauvre.

Poor, poor, poor Marie.

Where's mother?

Your mother went to the hairdresser. The
hairdresser.

And to a bridge game.

The bridge game.

And then to a fashion show.

David. Hmm?

Have you ever seen a real robber?

Mm-hmm.

What do they look like?

They look like me.

Like David Chesterman. Two eyes, a nose,
two ears, two arms.

Ah,

two legs.

Ten fingers and ten toes.

Oh, well, Mother.

How was the bridge party? The
hairdresser? The fashion show?

I had a suspicion this was going on.

You're fired, my dear. Mother.

You heard me, David.

She's fired.

She does understand that word, doesn't
she?

What is it in French?

Vous avez fini.

That's final. I'm going with her,
Mother.

We're going to be married.

Wonderful.

Mother!

Mother!

Listen to me.

I heard you, David.

You're going to marry the maid.

At least this afternoon you're going to
marry the maid.

Well, I wish you luck, my dear.

Maybe you can control Mr. Temper
Tantrum.

Frankly, I'm bored.

My wedding present to you will be my
absence.

On second thought... Here.

Buy yourself a toaster.

Oh, David. Go, go.

Go on, pack your bag.

Go on.

Do you like the way I proposed?

Why, don't you want to marry me?

Yes, I want to very much.

You don't know very much about me,
Marie.

I know that when you are near me, I'm
very happy.

That's a lot to know about someone you
love.

Maybe too much.

They say marriage, that's what it's for,
to find out everything.

Would you want to marry a man no matter
what?

What?

Believe it.

No matter what he was really like just
because you loved him?

Would you want to marry me if I was a

robber?

Criminal? Bad man?

Murderer? Nope.

You wouldn't kill anything.

Where are we going?

We're going to visit an old friend of
mine on business.

This is Marie.

Yes.

I'm Carl.

He's talked about you incessantly for
the last eight months. Oh, but David,

you failed miserably in describing how
lovely she really is.

Please.

You mustn't mind my staring at you. I
don't see the likes of you every day.

She's a great beauty, David Renoir.

You were right to keep us apart.

I declare a love war here and now. I'm
going to steal her from you. What do you

think of that, my pretty?

The battle is lost before it has begun.

We are on our way to be married.

Oh, how unfair, how unjust life is.

This is a time of rejoicing.

Ah, you see?

I live in the back room.

There was a time when I, too, believed
in it. When I, too, believed that love

was the answer to everything.

Carl's been married four times. Yes.

Heaven help me.

So, you see, my dear, I know what I'm
talking about.

And you can take it from me that love
does not exist.

No matter what you believe, there is
simply no such thing.

Now.

To the bride and groom.

May you not murder each other before the
year is up.

I'll drink to that. But, oh, first.

Ah, David wants something. He never
comes to see me unless he wants

something. Mother gave us 60 cents for a
toaster. Oh, how much do you need?

500.

What security?

This.

Oh.

We can't get married, Carl, unless you
say yes.

I hold your destiny in my hand.

Yes or no?

Oh, how could I say no?

If you lose her, I lose her too.

I don't usually keep that much cash, but
I've got an extraordinary new client who

insists on paying cash for everything.

She lives on Beacon Hill.

1743 Beacon Hill.

One, two, three, four, five.

We have a long way to go, so let's go.

Ah, she's perfect, David. Absolutely
perfect.

She didn't say a word.

How clever you've become in your old age
to marry someone who can't talk.

Goodbye. Ah, he does speak.

Well, you come and see me again.

Let yourselves out.

Take it. It's only a joke. Are you happy
with your honeymoon, Mrs. Chesterton?

Am I?

I'm so happy, Mr.

Chesterton. Excuse me, but your pictures
are ready.

This

is

our wedding picture for our
grandchildren.

No, no, no, no, no. Well, let's go ride
the roller coaster. No, you're not

skilled. Oh,

my dress.

What's the matter? Are you drunk or
something?

The lady said she was sorry. What lady?

Grab him! Grab him! Police!

Police! You should take up darts as a
serious sport, David.

I work off all my hostilities.

No, seriously, though, you should do
something.

You might kill someone someday.

David only kills with kisses.

Ah, the most painful kind of death.

Show him the present we bought him.

The official wedding photograph.

Oh!

I shall treasure it forever.

You see how serious David looks? All
frowning, bare.

He's mean.

The camera never lies.

I'm going to bed.

Goodnight, Carl.

Goodnight.

Wig making began in France in the 14th
century.

The first wig was worn by Louis XIII to
cover his baldness.

That's very coarse hair.

Oh, yes.

There's a difference.

Santa Claus.

Would you like a ride in my new sleigh?

No questions.

Pour vous.

Here.

Now go inside, put them on. Go on. Go
on. Go.

Four.

Five.

Voila.

And what did Teddy think they were
worth? How much did he give you?

I'll never tell.

You're too happy, David. You tell too
much of everything. Too easy.

Home again, home again, jiggity-jog.

David, I can't face your mother.

You won't have to, unless you go to
Rome.

She's flown the coop.

Oh, great.

She's not taking any chances.

Oh, she's a thorough one. She's turned
off the electricity.

Gotta hand it to her. Good and cheap.

This is where you belong.

It's the lady of the house.

Your eyes shine in the dark, dear.

I think you are part kid.

Yes.

A tiger.

A leopard.

Ready to pounce.

I'm going to have to get a wonderful
cage.

Put you in.

Nobody is going to put me in a cage.

David, you're hurting me.

Where are you going?

I have to meet someone on business.

I'll be back. You go to bed.

We'll sleep in the master bedroom.

David.

David.

David has gone out again tonight.

I didn't want to be alone.

It's so dark in here, Carl. We are
creatures of the dark, my dear.

There's nothing wrong between you and
David, is there? No.

Not really.

What does that mean?

You know, Carl.

You know how he is.

Some days I never see him.

And then the next, there he is lying in
bed all day, reading the papers, staring

at me.

I don't know.

Then he makes me to dress up and we go
to parties.

Or he's happy or he's mad.

I don't know.

Oh, David is someone who swings between
two extreme states of mind, exhilaration

and apathy.

Most of us are like that up to a point.
It's perfectly all right if you don't

swing too far.

You wish you could change him?

Carl,

where does David get all the money to
buy me things?

You know, where, Carl?

Leave him, Marie.

Leave him?

Someday he's going to get into very
serious trouble.

He's going to hurt you.

I'll never forgive him if he hurts you.

Can't be in love without to get hurt.

That's how you know it's the real thing.

You're a little fool.

There's something I don't know about
David.

Come, Marie, you must have a suspicion.

David is an accomplished professional
thief. One of the best. He's been one

for years.

A thief?

He even has a record.

Twelve months in prison.

That's his dream about being buried
alive.

Buried alive.

Everything lights up. Becomes clear,
doesn't it?

So many puzzles so suddenly solved.

Leave him, Marie.

Take a long walk and think about it.

Where have you been? I can't see, David.

I went to visit Cole.

I'm leaving you, David.

Before you do, hand me those scissors,
will you?

You're bleeding.

Mm-hmm.

I can manage.

Just hand me the scissors.

The scissors!

Hold the light.

Now...

Why, suddenly, have you decided to leave
me?

Carl told me.

Oh, David.

You were shot?

Yes, and it hurts.

What did Carl tell you? That you're a
thief, a professional thief.

Oh, good old Carl. He didn't mention his
part in the operation, of course.

He's not guilty of anything.

He can't help it if in passing...

He mentions that a certain rich lady has
a certain diamond and lives on Beacon

Hill.

He doesn't commit any robberies.

Guilty only of an occasional
indiscretion.

David, why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to lose you, Marie.

I'll pack my things.

Okay.

Watch me, Laurie. Get away. Get away.

You're leaving. I have to learn to do
things for myself.

Beginning now.

It's partly your fault, you know.

Does it hurt you?

Oh, just a little bit. Just a little.

First, I just stole for the thrill of
it.

But when you get married, you have
responsibilities.

A wife to support.

I'm glad you know. I'm... I'm glad Carl
told. Here's the cause.

It's back here.

I almost had it tonight.

Somebody in the house had a gun.

Yes. I ran.

Bang.

I didn't think I was going to get out of
there.

It's amazing what you can do when you're
trapped.

Shh. It's going to be all right.

You promised me you'd give it up.

I need you, Marie.

I've tried before to give it up.

It's kind of a sickness with me.

But I'll try again. I really will.

If you'll stay with me.

Stay with me.

I wish it were my birthday.

Oh, poor Carl.

Poor Carl will cut the cake.

It's David's birthday. The one whose
birthday it is is supposed to cut. Oh,

you spoiled it.

I'm very sorry.

Here, David, you finish cutting it.

It's a different David.

With a job and a little apartment and...

Bath their cake with candles and a
little wife who knits.

You're so respectable.

It makes me sick.

Ah, and you were responsible.

Telling her the truth lifted me right
out of my life of crime.

Yes, and we thank you, Carl.

Oh, you should see him getting up in the
morning and going to work.

And I pack him a little lunch and I send
him off.

He's a good boy.

I can't even steal a look at another
girl. No.

No. Oh, Carl, we are happier now than we
have ever been before. You see, it

proves you're wrong.

Love does exist.

Yes, admit it, Carl.

Come on, admit it.

Come on, give him some more champagne.
He'll admit it.

Yes, I admit it.

Love does exist.

I'll make some coffee.

How's your arm, David?

It's fine. It healed fat.

Carl, you couldn't lend me some money,
could you? About $200?

I thought you were working.

I lost that job four days ago. I got in
a fight with a foreman. Now, I get up

every morning and pretend that I'm going
to work, so she won't find out. But I

don't think I'm going to be able to pay
for this room.

Coffee?

What do you say, girl?

One of my richest customers died today.

Mrs. William Atwell.

Leaving the strangest request in her
will.

That she be buried in one of my wigs.

And also that she be buried in all of
her jewelry.

Silly old fool.

All those pearls and diamonds and
emeralds swallowed up in the earth. Lost

forever. Buried.

She's lying in state at the Evans
mortuary in the East Parlour.

Cream and sugar, Carl?

No,

when the last drop of champagne has
gone, it's time for poor old Carl to go.

Thank you, my dear.

Cornwall, Dickens and Wilshire.

going

That was short.

Time passes quickly when you're having a
good time.

The next sounds you hear will be that of
our stations breaking.

Welcome back to the Alfred Hitchcock
Hour.

But I wish you had brought along a pair
of scissors.

The entertainment I can furnish is
extremely limited, so I shall turn you

over to my sponsor.

I'm sure he will think of something to
do.

The Evans Mortuary, Dickens and
Wilshire, was the scene early this

morning of a brutal murder and robbery.

Herbert Stone...

caretaker of the mortuary for 15 years,
was found by the morning mortician on

the floor of the East Parlor beaten to
death.

Stone was on special duty guarding the
body of Mrs. William Atwell, which was

lying in the parlor. A knitted scarf
with the initials DC was found beside

the body.

Mrs. Atwell had requested that she be
buried with several thousand dollars

worth of her jewelry.

DC.

Your scarf Go on

Ask

it ask it did you

do you do it David?

No. He was there with a flashlight, but
I turned and ran.

He grabbed the scarf and... All right, I
stole the jewelry, but I did not beat

that man to death. I believe you, David.

I've lied to you before, Marie. No, no.

I know you didn't.

Thank you for your vote of confidence.

So what are you going to do?

Well, the first thing we are going to do
is to get out of here.

And then we are going to leave you at
Carl's for a couple of days. First, we

have to put those jewels in some safe
place until all this cools down. Now,

Marie, I have to be alone. I have to be
able to move fast. You... I didn't do

it. No, no, you shouldn't run, David.
You should... I turned myself in? But

you're innocent.

Yes, well, tell that to the police.
They'll be out for blood, and they won't

be too particular whose blood it is.

Too coarse.

No.

No.

No, I told you before, Monsieur Carl,
I'm frightfully difficult to please.

But once I'm pleased, I'm terribly
satisfied.

Definitely black.

Black's my color, you know.

May I touch your hair, my dear?

It isn't a wig, is it?

No.

Wouldn't be interested in selling it to
me, would you? No, she's not interested,

Mrs. Flingson.

$200? David needs money.

I will.

Marvelous. Monsieur Carl, you always
know exactly what I want. One of your

most splendid creations by the end of
the week.

You know, the first time I met David,
he'd been in prison for a year. He'd

just been released.

He was sent to prison for the...

Brutal, but not fatal, beating of an old
woman who discovered him stealing her

silver. He turned on her in a fury and
struck her again and again and again,

beating her into unconsciousness. Stop
it, Carl.

Oh, now, be honest, Marie.

You're afraid he did it, and you feel
guilty for suspecting it. No, I know

David stole the jewels, but he didn't
kill that man.

You believe him, don't you?

Of course I believe him.

You still love him very much, don't you?

Even knowing that he's a thief, a
criminal, perhaps even a murderer.

Yes. You love him even now, don't you?

Tell me what it feels like, this feeling
of immortal, eternal love.

You know what love feels like, Carl.

No.

I know what the opposite of love feels
like.

And I know what it feels like to be
jealous of love.

But what the real core of love is like,
I don't know.

Carl. It's nothing.

David.

I don't want this.

What happened to you? Oh, it'll be fine
when I finish styling it.

Oh, you really cut yourself bad.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

Ta-da!

Beautiful. Beautiful!

Carl? Carl, are you finished with it?
Oh, yes.

She's all yours.

And this is all yours.

You don't want me to come to Mexico too,
do you? I'm a good fast driver. No, we

need you right where you are. If
anything goes wrong, I'll send her right

back. Let's go. But what about the
jewels?

I talked to Teddy a couple of hours ago.
He said he'd handle things as always,

and I'll get more out of him this time.
David, that's dangerous.

Teddy's careless.

Don't go.

Who's Teddy? Don't let him go, Murray.

Are you going to give me some money,
Carl?

I'd love to, David, but we can't get far
on $200. Teddy is a nice old man. You

give him this, he gives you this.

Au revoir, Carl.

Good luck.

Operator. Give me the police.

Yes, sir.

Doesn't look too good, does it?

Is he good, the lawyer?

Oh, he may be good, but I don't think he
believes much in me either.

There's just too many fingers pointing
right at me, my record. I can't deny I

didn't steal the jewels, my scarf.

But you didn't do it there.

No.

And you keep telling them that.

Scream it in their faces, make them sick
of it. I'm innocent.

I'm guilty of everything else, but I did
not kill that man.

No.

Are you all right?

No.

I can't eat.

I can't sleep.

And I'm catching a cold.

You look cute.

I love you.

I love you.

Uh, Carl, what... How's Carl? Oh, he is
being marvelous.

He's working so hard to pay for the
lawyer.

No word from your mother.

He bought me this hat.

He's in love with you.

But don't you go falling in love with
him.

I try not to.

I try.

Maybe you should take another sleeping
pill.

The two you gave me earlier will do the
job. But one more won't hurt.

Marie, you had to sleep.

It's a good girl.

You called the lawyer?

Yes.

He thinks it's better that you don't try
to see David tomorrow.

That your being in the courtroom has
only upset him and made him nervous.

You see, he's very worried about you.

Yes. He is so pale.

It's been so hard on him.

Carl, when you testify tomorrow, you
will convince them that he's innocent.

I'll do my best.

Yes, the third pill really worked.

I'm so tired.

Have you ever seen this scarf, Mr. Galt?

Yes.

It belongs to David Chesterman.

I was at his apartment when his wife
gave it to him as a birthday present.

I was drunk.

I happened to mention that Mrs. Atwell,
who was a customer of mine, had

requested that she be buried.

with all her jewelry.

His eyes brightened when I said it.

The day after the murder, they came to
my shop to borrow money.

Mrs. Chesterman knew nothing about it.

He got me alone, and I'll never forget
his face when he said it. He told me he

had killed the caretaker.

That's a lie, Coral! That's a lie!

Order! Order!

You brought flowers.

David has been found innocent.

Soon all this will be over, and you'll
be well, and then we can go away

together and forget it all.

Forget? I have bad news.

David is guilty.

I tried to wake you this morning. I came
to bring you back to the courthouse. The

judge is sentencing him this afternoon.

Today?

You should have seen him, my dear, such
a show of temper, furious with the jury

that convicted him. He waived all rights
to the penalty phase and threw himself

on the mercy of the court.

But there is no mercy for a murderer.

He isn't a killer.

The law has decided that he is.

There's nothing that can be done to save
him now.

Don't, don't pull away from me. I have a
present for you.

You hate David.

Yes, I hate David. I hate your love for
each other.

So ardent, so exclusive, so just for
David.

You would let David die?

I planned it, my dear, for us.

David didn't murder that man. Who did?
Me?

Maybe. Oh, my poor little angel, my poor
little...

No, you mustn't. You mustn't be
frightened of me.

Taxi!

Municipal courthouse, Harry, please.

Oh, miss!

Your change!

Was this the Chesterman trial?

Too late. It's all over.

Sentenced him to death 15 minutes ago.

Where did they take him?

Chesterman? He's probably still in the
building somewhere.

Aren't you Mrs. Chesterman? David!

David!

David!

Hey!

Come back in here. Hey!

Please, find David for me. Please.

He's innocent.

Believe me.

That's Chesterman's wife.

Yeah.

I'll jump.

I'll jump.

David.

Oh, David.

Come inside, Marie. No.

Not until they listen to me.

David, you're innocent.

You're innocent.

No. Give me your hand, Marie. No. Not
until they know the truth.

Marie?

It's no use.

Don't make it any harder on me.

I didn't mean to kill the caretaker.

No.

But I... I couldn't stop.

Please, Marie.

The only happiness I've ever had in my
life... has been our love.

Now, you must forgive me my lie, Marie.

Now, listen to me.

You must forgive me that.

And live for the both of us.

Please forgive me.

Yes, my darling.

Please. Yes, my darling.

We're coming to the end of the second
half of the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

In fact, we're coming to the end of
Alfred Hitchcock.

Two rival groups of little people were
fighting over me, but they have now hit

upon a happy compromise.

The pendulum drops a few inches each
day, so by next week, I imagine I shall

be able to host two half-hour shows
simultaneously.

Until then, good night.