All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s01e03 Triggers in Leash.eng

[scored theme]

That's precisely why
I don't care for Russian roulette.

I never seem to win.

There are two revolvers
such as this...

which play a part
in tonight's story.

It is what you might call
a Western, although there isn't a horse to be seen.

We intended to get horses,
but they couldn't remember the lines.

So you'll be
seeing people instead.

The cast
is a very small one...

and threatens
to become smaller with every passing moment.

You see, two of the characters
have threatened to eliminate each other on sight.

Now, I am sure there are some
of you who don't want to see them do that.

So I suggest instead
that you listen to our sponsor's message.

[creaking]

More coffee, Ben?
No, thanks.

Let me tell you, Maggie,
them hotcakes of yours just melt in a fellow's mouth.

I'll be danged if I don't feel
like another stack.

Maggie.

Look, Ben, you get
your chores done...

and then I'll cook you
a steak for lunch.

Well....

(Maggie)
With hash brown potatoes.

And apple pie for dessert.

You're right, Maggie.

Another stack of them cakes
might ruin my appetite for lunch.

[snickering]

[Ben coughing]

The fire's low.
You better bring in some wood from the shed, Ben.

You going to keep
that stove burning all day?

(Maggie)
Of course. Sort of silly.

Ain't gonna have
no customers today.

Maggie, a fellow would be
plumb loco...

to travel the Crossroads
in this storm.

[clearing throat]

[humming]

[door closing]

[door opens]

Now, Ben, don't tell me that
you couldn't find the shed in all that rain.

You going to leave
the door open, Del?

You alone here, Maggie?
(Maggie) No customers.

Mind if I warm up?

Now that's a silly question.
Take off your slicker and sit down.

Much obliged.

Haven't seen you in
a long time, Del. You on your way to Copper City?

Maybe. I ain't decided yet.

You must be hungry.

Get yourself comfortable,
and I'll fix you some breakfast.

I'm comfortable, Maggie.

Don't you even want
to take your gun belt off?

I'm comfortable.

What'll it be? Hotcakes,
ham and eggs, steak? You name it.

Makes no difference.
Whatever you got handy.

[door opening]

Hey!

I'm sorry.
Well, be more than sorry.

You go and help him
pick it up.

Sorry, Ben.
It's all right, Del.

Only you scared me,
coming in here, seeing a gun aimed right at me.

You're almost out of kerosene.

If you're going to keep them
lamps burning all day, you'll run out before night.

Oh, no.

Better ride back to town
and get some more.

I hate to ask you, Ben.
Don't mind.

(Ben)
Long as you don't forget about that steak and apple pie.

I'll fix it for you
as soon as you get back. Mighty fine.

Ben.
Yeah.

I'd be obliged
if you'd do favor for me. Sure thing.

When you go back into town,
don't mention that you've seen me out here.

It's all right, Ben.

All right,
I won't mention it.

Sit down, Del,
and I'll start your breakfast.

Thanks, Maggie.

Thanks for not asking
a lot of questions.

Well, you stopped here to eat.

Where you been and where
you're going ain't my concern.

You're a mighty fine gal, Mag.

Save your blarney
for the town women.

No, I mean it.

Here you are, stuck out
at the Crossroads all alone, fixing food for saddle tramps.

Good food.

You got a lot of friends.
I got a good business here.

I get all kinds of trade.
I get them coming...

and I get them running.

You figure I'm running?
Not hard.

But any time a man
won't take off his gun belt to eat a meal...

he's got
a pretty good reason.

And the reason usually
is that he thinks he might need it.

You just never know what you
might run into around here.

That's true, like an old man
carrying wood might come in.

Now a man needs a gun to draw
in a case like that.

Let's drop it, Maggie.
Sure.

Tell me, Del,
what's new in town?

(Del)
Not much.

I hear Lucy Benson's gone
and got herself twins.

[door opens]

Morning, Red.
Get out of the way, Maggie!

Do what the man says, Maggie.
Step back out of the way.

Have you two gone loco?

You didn't think I'd catch up
with you, did you, Delaney?

I was hoping
you wouldn't, Red. It'd make sense.

First you run away, so you
won't have to face me...

and now, here you are hiding
behind a female's skirts.

Move aside, Mag. Move aside!

No, I'm not budging
from this spot until you hear me out.

I've known you
a long time, Del.

I know you're fast with
that gun, but I ain't never known you to pick a fight.

I didn't pick this one,
either. This buck here is set on forcing my hand.

Now, hold on a minute.

What have you got against Del?
He's yellow.

He'll fight a man
when he's liquored up, but not when he's sober.

What do you mean by that?
I'll tell you what he means by that.

We was playing cards
last night.

This hard-headed coyote
has too much to drink...

gets real reckless.

I couldn't play with him
when I saw how drunk he was.

I decided to quit the game.

You decided to quit
when you was ahead.

You wouldn't give me a chance
to get even, would you?

Kid, I could've
cleaned you out.

You was so drunk,
you couldn't even sort your own cards.

You mean all of this is over
a hand of poker?

It was more than that.

This redheaded buck here
objects to my quitting.

He gets wild.
He starts calling me names I don't like to be called.

Tells me to go for my gun,
says he could outdraw me.

I would've, too.

Kid, I could've sent you
to Boot Hill before your hand even touched leather.

But I get no kick out
of killing drunk cowboys.

Well, now, will you hear him,
Maggie? You know what he done last night?

He flanged a glass
of whiskey in my face.

And then when I was blinded,
he hit me in the eye with a bottle.

It was a fist, laddie.
Not a bottle.

Fist or bottle.
It was still a yellow play.

Of all the stupid....

Red, you act
like you're still liquored up.

Maggie, it's best
you keep out of this.

No, I won't.

Del's right, he could've
killed you last night, but he used his head.

Now you're mad because
you think he made a fool of you at the saloon.

Grow up, Red.
All right, Maggie.

Ask him what he's doing
way out here.

I'll tell you what.

When he heard this morning
that I was gunning for him...

he saddled up
and he hightailed it right out of town.

That's right.

I didn't want
to kill you last night 'cause you was too drunk.

I don't want to kill you
this morning 'cause you was too full of hurt pride.

Figured it'd be easier to just
leave town for a while.

You're a dirty, lying coward.

You ain't very bright,
are you, kid?

All right, I tried.

But I'm through trying now.

You're sober.
If it's a fight you want, you'll get it.

Let me talk to him, Del.
It won't do no good, Maggie.

Use a little horse sense, Red.

Del done you
a favor last night.

So you think he made
a fool out of you.

That's better than
shooting you down.

If he could've shot me down.
I say, even drunk, I could outdraw him.

Now you know better
than that.

Why, Del here's the best--
Lay up, Maggie!

Maybe you could talk him
in to quitting, but not me. It's too far gone now.

All right, go on,
kill each other. You're both too loco to live.

My ham's burning...

and a piece of ham's
worth more than either one of you wild cats.

All right, which one's going
to be the killer?

Which one gets the rope
around his neck?

What are you jabbering
about, Maggie?

I'm going to kill
this bucko here fair and square.

You're wrong, Red.

You're both going to die.
And I aim to see to it.

I'm a witness and I'll swear
to the first man I see draw his gun.

And it'll be murder.

And the first man to draw
is going to hang. You'll see.

All right. Who's going
to be the killer?

Who do I tell the Sheriff
drew first?

I'm waiting, Red.

You're anxious
to make the first play, go ahead. Go on.

No, Delaney, I'll let you
make the first move.

You'll need
the extra break.

Maggie's words make sense.

If I draw first, then I get
charged with murder.

I figure it'd be best
to let you hit your leather before I do...

and I could still outdraw you.

Well, now, fancy that.

You know, I was thinking
the very same thing.

You could have
that pistol half cleared, and I could still beat you.

To the law,
it would be self-defense.

You're both too cocky
for your own good.

It looks like you are both
going to wait for the other one to draw first.

It's a shame
to waste this ham, so...

I think I'll just
scramble up some eggs...

and then you can both eat
while you're waiting.

I'll eat later.

You'll eat lead and that's all.
Go for your gun and find out.

No, Delaney,
after you.

Smells good, Maggie.

You could both use some food
in your bellies.

A man's got a better temper
on a full stomach.

I said later.
Getting jumpy, Delaney?

Maggie, fix me a place
this side of the table.

Maybe me sitting down...

will give
old whiskey-tosser here...

enough advantage for him
to chance a draw against me.

There now.

That ought to be
advantage enough.

All right, Delaney.
Make your play.

I don't need an advantage
over you, tinhorn.

All right, Maggie.
I've changed my mind.

I'll eat now.

Fix two places.

Here now, Maggie.

Bring the man
his last meal.

I'm the one
that'll be feeding tonight.

You'll be feeding, too.

Feeding the buzzards.

Two orders, coming up.

You know, Maggie,
it's too bad you have to feed this here bucko.

I hate to see such good food
wasted on a corpse.

Talk's cheap, Red.

Try a little action.
After you.

You ought to be ashamed.
Two grown men acting like kids.

Both hands on the table.

Sure. Why not?

Maggie, cut my ham for me.
I'm one-handed today.

Cut mine, too, Maggie.

Big, brave men.

All you think about is nerve
and how fast you can draw a gun.

Del here is fast, Maggie.
But I'm just a wee bit faster.

Glad you're going
to be eating, Red.

Man can't talk nonsense
when his mouth's full.

Why don't you drop
your right hand down to your holster...

and see who's
talking nonsense?

Why don't you?

Why don't you both shut up?

If you'd do more
thinking than talking, you'd be better off.

She was married
to a gunfighter, wasn't she?

Charlie Ryann.

She's seen
fights before, then.

What's she so upset about?

You talking about me?
About your husband.

You leave Charlie
out of this.

He was a better man
than you two put together.

I hear tell he had
seven notches on his gun.

That's right. Seven notches.

But he had even
a bigger score later on.

He had 12 wreaths
at his funeral.

Go ahead. Pick up your fork.

What's stopping you?
Not a thing.

[laughing]

You can't eat a meal while you
stare straight ahead.

I can.

Never thought I'd see the day.

A meal should be eaten
in peace, not like this.

This won't take long, Maggie.

Del here is going
to break soon, you watch.

Soon as he thinks
I am off my guard, he'll make his move.

Mighty good ham, Maggie.

Can't you see
how silly this is?

Look, neither one of you
want to draw first.

Well, then don't.
Finish your meal...

and then ride off
in different directions.

Look, Del here's proved
he's no coward.

And aside from him calling
you yellow, you got no cause to shoot him down.

It was just
a silly misunderstanding. Can't you see that?

No, I guess you can't.
I couldn't make Charlie listen.

I don't see
how I can make you.

[clock ticking]

I know what
you're thinking of, Maggie.

You think it's about time
Ben Morgan got back from town.

That's silly, I wasn't
thinking any such thing.

What about Ben?

Ben's doing some
handy jobs for Maggie.

Went in to town
to get some kerosene.

He ought to be back pretty--

[laughing]

Go for your gun,
and we'll settle it right now!

I am still waiting
for you.

You know there's a pretty
little curl right in the middle of your forehead.

I was thinking it'd be
a nice spot to aim at.

Move your hand down
to your gun. Go ahead.

Still trying to prod me into
making the first move, now, aren't you, Delaney?

Both of you shut up
and finish your meal. It's getting cold.

I have had enough.

Me, too.

All right, Maggie,
step back out of the way. You might get hurt.

At least drink
some more coffee.

Step back out of the way,
I said.

Get back, Maggie!

Del, I got me an idea.

Maggie, what time is it
by that old clock?

Few minutes till noon.
That is a cuckoo clock. I've seen it before.

What are you getting at?
Just this.

Maybe I was wrong when
I thought you were so yellow that you'd draw first.

Maybe you really were
waiting for me. So?

So I don't aim
to draw first and wind up with a rope around my neck.

Let's begin even.

We'll both stand.

And then we'll agree that
neither of us will draw...

until that cuckoo bird sticks
its neck out of that clock.

But when it does,
we both hit leather.

No, that's crazy--
What do you say, Del?

It makes sense. Nobody draw
till the birdie cries.

Finish your meal. At least
take some time to think.

Take off your coat.
I don't want to have an advantage.

Sure, I'll take off
my coat.

And then you'll draw.
No, thank you very much.

Suit yourself, laddie.

Get away from that clock.
If you stop it, I'll kill him anyway.

Just one favor, that's all.
The crucifix. Let me get the crucifix.

It's on the shelf
with the clock.

Charlie gave it to me
the day we were married.

A wild bullet might hit it.
Wild bullet?

His might be wild,
not mine.

Please let me get it.
I won't touch the clock.

All right, get it.
But make it fast. We don't have much time.

Now get out of the way quick!

What's taking so long?

Maggie.

What time is it?

Glory be.

Thank God.

I said what time is it?

It's time to fall
on your knees, Red Hillman.

Fall down and beg forgiveness.

Look at that clock.

It's stopped.

What's she talking about?

I don't know, but I can't hear
no more ticking of the clock.

Less than a minute to go
and the clock stops.

Red, Del, think of it.

Can't you see?
Stand back!

You won't shoot,
you can't.

The hand of God
stopped that clock.

I swear I didn't touch it.

Sort of strange.

You both swore
you wouldn't shoot until the bird cried.

It ain't never going to cry.
God stopped it.

It ain't ever
going to cry again.

Del.

I'm turning around.

I won't shoot.

You're both men of your word.

And I heard you both swear
you wouldn't draw...

till that clock reached noon.

The Good Lord is going
to hold you to that word.

Neither one of you
can outdraw Him.

I'll be riding back
to town with you, Del.

The meal's on me, boys.

Thanks, Maggie.

I'll see you later.

Maggie, guess who
I seen out in front. Red Hillman and Delaney.

The both of them!
So?

The talk in town says
them two are on the prod.

You figure they're going
to fight it out right out in front?

I reckon not.

Hey, I told you
not to move that!

Maggie, the last time
I fixed this old clock...

I told you
it wouldn't run unless it was set on the level.

I know.

I know.

Dang it! Leave things be.

Or put it on a shelf
that don't tilt.

There.

You get the kerosene, Ben?
Put it in the shed.

Then I better start
baking your apple pie.

[cuckooing]

Still, you will be happy
to learn that both Del and Red did die eventually.

That very day, in fact.

Food poisoning.

Maggie's heart
was in the right place.

She just wasn't
a very good cook.

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