All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s01e11 Guilty Witness.eng

Good evening.

I was just constructing
a mobile for my living room.

They tell me the foreign hand
is becoming less popular these days.

I like it, though.

I'm just old-fashioned,
I guess.

But so much for fine art.

This evening we have another
in our series of plays...

designed especially
for insomniacs.

Actually, our stories
don't cure you of insomnia.

But they do take your mind
off your problem...

by stimulating
your imagination...

and giving you something
to think about...

as you lie there
in the dark.

Tonight's story will follow...

after we give
this wakefulness test.

Good morning,
Mrs. Schultz.

Good morning, Mrs. Santine.

How are you this morning?
That's 29 cents.

Well, how do you like
the heat?

I think maybe
heat melt me down a little.

[laughing]

Thank you very much.
Come again.

Goodbye. I will.

Mr. Verber, did the baby
get over the colic?

Oh, yes.
The baby is fine now.

Did his crying bother you?

No. Babies have to cry.

Mrs. Glovetsky,
how are you this morning? Fine.

How's the daughter?
Wonderful. Such a girl.

Mr. Krane, have you got
any more of that nice salami?

I think so.

Good.

[Stanley laughing]

Harold, will you get
Mrs. Glovetsky some of that salami?

And get me a jar
of those good sour pickles, will you?

Boy, another sizzler,
Mrs. Verber.

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

I need a roll of tape.

All right.

That's an awful, nasty bruise.

It's nothing.

I tripped over
one of the kids' toys.

They're always leaving them
lying about.

That's 19 out of 25.

I was just talking
to your husband.

He says your baby
is coming along very nicely now.

Yes, fine. Thanks.

Good morning,
Mrs. Verber. Mrs. Krane.

Hi, honey.
I thought you told me you were going to--

Didn't I tell you?

Did you see
that bruise on her face?

I knew they had
another fight last night.

She said she tripped and fell.

You can believe that
if you want to. But I think he hit her.

I saw Verber
walking down the street. He looked kind of jumpy.

Mrs. Glovetsky,
you got your salami I see.

All right.
That's 84 cents, please.

Thank you very much,
Mrs. Glovetsky. Come again, please.

Stanley?
Yeah.

Do you think
he plays around?

Verber? Well, everybody says
he does.

I don't know why
he doesn't just move out and be done with it.

What are we having
for dinner?

It's too hot to cook.
Is scrapple all right?

Scrapple, sure.

Maybe he hangs on
for the sake of the children.

That's one school
of thought.

Well, give me
another reason.

Honey, how do I know?

Maybe they like to fight.
There are some people who do.

Besides, it's none
of our business. You wait.

He's going to land her
in the hospital one of these days.

Sure.

Don't be late for dinner.

[phone ringing]

[groans]

That blasted thing again.

Hello?

Just a minute.
I'll see if he's in.

Mr. Verber, telephone.

Mr. Verber.
What is it?

Telephone
for your husband.

Oh.

Thanks.

Just a minute.

Mrs. Verber, I wish you'd do
something about that baby buggy.

I always keep crashing
into it.

I don't have anyplace else
to leave it.

I can't be dragging it
upstairs all the time, can I?

I suppose not.

Maybe you can hang
a red lantern on it.

Hi, sweetie.
(Dorothy) Hi, honey.

Dinner ready?

In a minute.
Did you answer the phone?

Yeah. It was for Verber.

[sighing]

I guess he's not home yet.

He came home
half an hour ago.

Mrs. Verber took the call.

Who called him?

The President, I guess.

Don't be funny.
Was it a man or a woman?

As a matter of fact,
it was a woman. Why?

(Verber)
Shut up!

That's why.

Boy, remind me never to have
my lady friends phone me here.

(Verber)
Shut up and go look after the kids.

(Mrs. Verber)
You think you're the answer to every woman's prayers.

I could tell them
a thing or two.

You're telling
the whole neighborhood now.

They ought to try
living with you. One week, that's all.

I'm telling you
for the last time, Amelia, stop riding me, or I'll....

[glass shattering]

[screaming]

[exclaims]

Stanley, it's getting worse.

And your dinner
is getting cold.

He threatened her.
I tell you this is serious.

What am I supposed to do
about it, sweetie?

I don't know.
Come and listen.

I can hear all I want
right here.

[crashing]

Did you hear that?
He's beating her.

I told you, some people
like to fight. Then they'll kiss and make up.

[Mrs. Verber screaming]

Stanley, he's killing her.

[thudding]

She'll get in
a few of her own in a minute.

Do you hear anything?

No.

I will. Bye.

Mr. Krane, I'd like
some candy, please.

Yes, of course,
Mrs. Verber.

What kind?

Doesn't matter.
I just got a craving for something sweet.

How about the
chocolate-covered cherries...

Mr. Verber always buys
for you?

Yeah, that'll be fine.

Is there anything else,
Mrs. Verber?

Yeah, I need something
to pack the kids toys in.

If you don't want that carton,
I'll just take it along.

You're welcome to it.

It's kind of awkward.
Maybe I'd better carry it out over for you.

I can manage it I'm sure.
It's no trouble at all.

I'm going home for lunch
in just a minute. I'll be glad to take it right up.

That's very nice of you,
thanks.

(Mrs. Verber)
Who is it?

It's Stanley Krane,
Mrs. Verber. I brought your carton.

[phone ringing]

Just leave it by the door,
please. I'm taking a bath.

Mrs. Verber, telephone.

I can't come out now.

Tell her to say that
they'll have to call back later.

All right, Mrs. Verber.

Mrs. Verber said to ask them
to call back later.

Mrs. Verber said
would you call back later, please?

Stanley?
Yes, sweetie?

Who do you suppose that was?
It was Verber's boss.

Lunch ready?
Verber didn't go to work today.

He isn't home.
There hasn't been a sign of him all morning.

Seriously, Dorothy,
you ought to keep your head out of the air shaft.

Stanley, for heaven's sake!

[sighing]

I tell you
something's happened.

There hasn't been
a peep out of him since that fight last night.

Oh, yes. That's when
he killed his wife.

I don't know
who killed who.

Boy, this hot weather
is making you lightheaded.

Then where is he?
He went to Coney Island.

Or maybe he went
to the ball game.

Or he could have
gotten a new job or went to see his mother.

There's 100 ordinary,
everyday explanations for it.

I hope so.
Your lunch is ready.

So, what were you
doing up there?

Mrs. Verber wanted
a large carton, so I brought it over for her--

A carton? How large?

One of those very big ones.
She said she wanted to pack some of the children's toys.

A carton that large
would hold a lot of toys.

[doorbell ringing]

Would you
answer the door?

Stanley.

Would you
answer the door?

Sure, honey.
Right away, baby.

Yes?

Board of Health.
I got to inspect the apartment.

Okay. Come in.

You fellows sure work
some funny hours.

Yeah, it's a long day.
But this is the last apartment.

I don't do it now,
I got to come all the way back here tomorrow.

Okay, go ahead.

Sorry to bother you, lady.

We keep this place
in good shape. At least my wife does.

Yeah, it's a lot cleaner
than the place upstairs.

I'll say that for it.
The Verbers?

Yeah. I didn't
see him around.

I think he's been away.

[grunting]

Is it all right
if I check the bathroom?

Sure. This way.

[baby crying]

(boy #1)
You did. (boy #2)

Yes, you did.

[boys chattering]

Mommy!

[baby continues crying]

What do you
expect to find out there?

You never can tell
until you look.

What do you mean
about Verber being away?

Just hasn't been around,
that's all. For how long?

Can I see your
health inspector's permit?

I didn't want to
upset your wife.

Sergeant Halloran,
Homicide.

A detective.
That's what I thought.

Yeah.
The Board of Health routine worked with Mrs. Verber.

At least I think it did.
Is it about Verber?

Yeah. We got a phone call
that his wife had knocked him off.

Anonymous, I suppose?
They always are.

But still,
we got to investigate.

Did you find anything
up there?

Nothing.

How long has it been
since you saw him?

Three days.
That's the last time we heard them, anyway.

They fight a lot?
Yeah. He was a woman chaser.

Boy, they had a real brawl
that last night.

My wife was sure
they were killing each other.

That's possible, of course.

Still what could she have done
with the body?

She doesn't drive
a car she says.

That's right.

You can't drag a body
out through the streets without somebody noticing it.

That carton.

What carton?
What are you talking about?

I brought it
over to her myself. Large carton.

She said she wanted to pack
some children's toys.

I left it
outside her door.

I mean, the apartment
was dark and she kept the safety chain on.

(Sgt. Halloran)
I sure didn't see any carton.

Could have been one, of course.

Maybe I ought to take
another look.

Any complaints
on my housekeeping?

No, not all. You get
a clean bill of health, Mrs. Krane.

You must have
upset Mrs. Verber. She just sailed out of here.

Good night.
I'll walk out with you if you like.

Yeah, sure, come along.

You don't think he's still
in the apartment, do you?

That's what we are
going to find out.

The door's
probably locked.

They usually are.

[lock rattling]

How are we going to get in?

We'll find a way.

Okay. This apartment
is pretty much the same as yours.

Where would you hide
a carton that size?

It's too big for closets.

You'd have noticed it
in the kitchen.

Did you look back there?

I must be getting old.

Still you wouldn't expect
to find a corpse lying back of a sofa.

Give me a hand here, will you?
Come on.

(Sgt. Halloran)
What do you know? Toys.

Stanley?
Yes, sweetie.

Amelia wouldn't let
the cleaning woman in the apartment today.

Maybe she can't afford her.

You still think
that he just walked out, don't you?

Yep.

And he walked out
on his job, too.

I answered
the telephone today. It was his boss.

Ben Verber hasn't been
to work all week. Is that so?

Amelia hasn't set a foot out
of that apartment...

since you and detective
were there.

What's she doing up there?

I wouldn't know about that.

You can stop
worrying about Verber. 'Cause he isn't dead.

How do you know?

Mrs. Glovetsky was
in the store this morning.

She told me he's staying
with his parents. Wherever they lived.

His parents
live in Queens.

Where did Mrs. Glovetsky
get her information?

I didn't ask her.
From her daughter, probably.

She and Verber
are pretty friendly it seems.

I don't believe that.
He wouldn't waste his time on that silly Glovetsky girl.

Anyway, that's where he is.
And he hasn't been murdered.

But, Stanley, that isn't--

Let's drop it, shall we?

We've made enough trouble
over nothing.

Honey, I can't afford to get
that kind of reputation.

My business
depends on the goodwill of this neighborhood.

Let's mind our own business
from now on.

Stanley.

Ben Verber is not
at his mother's house in Queens.

I spoke to her.
She said she hasn't seen or heard of Ben all week.

You mean to say
you phoned them? Of course I did.

I told you
that woman killed him.

Honey, take it easy,
sweetheart.

His mother said that Amelia
brought the children over there...

that day after that quarrel,
but that she didn't say a thing about Ben.

Well, he can't be dead.

Because there's no way Amelia
could get that body out of the building.

And it's not there.

But she did it.
I don't know how. But she did it.

[bell jingling]

Stanley, if you don't
call the police, I will.

Go on home. I'll be home
in just a minute. Go.

Hello, Mrs. Verber.

Would you give me some more
of those candies, Mr. Krane?

You've really got
a sweet tooth, haven't you?

I nibble all the time.
There you are.

Nerves, I guess.

Anything for the children?
Milk?

The children. They are with
their grandparents this week.

My husband is staying there,
his father's been sick.

I won't be needing any milk
for a while.

Yes, I heard
your husband was away.

Mrs. Glovetsky mentioned it.

[door closing]

Connect me
to Sergeant Halloran, please.

What's up?

Thanks for coming over,
Sergeant.

I don't know
if this is important or not.

But I ought
to pass it on to you.

You figured out
what she did with the body?

I don't know
whether there is a body.

But I do know Verber isn't
where his wife says he is.

Where is that?
At his parents' home in Queens.

She says Verber's there
with the children.

The kids are there all right.
But Verber isn't.

Nobody's seen this guy
for three days.

That brings us right back
where we started.

The guy is missing
and maybe he is dead.

But what did she do
with the body?

It's a lead-pipe cinch
that she didn't get it out of the building.

But we know--
Wait a minute.

Okay. She couldn't get it
out of the building.

But she could get it
out of the apartment.

Is there
a vacant apartment here?

No. But there's a basement.

Nobody ever uses it
except to tend the furnace.

It would be safe
until next fall.

That's all right
as far as it goes.

But how could she
get him down there?

"A corpse is a dead weight",
if you'll excuse the expression.

It isn't reasonable to suppose
that she could drag a body down two flights--

The elevator! That's it.

It's so old and wheezy,
nobody ever uses it much.

Let's see
if it still works.

Let's look in those trunks.

Here we are.

Stanley, what are you
doing down here?

Did you find anything?

Honey, this is no place
for you. Go back upstairs.

I was scared.
I didn't want to be alone.

There's no need to be scared.
There's nothing here.

Looks like we're wrong again,
Mrs. Krane.

Go on.
What's that up there?

[Stanley groaning]

I'm always
falling over that....

I looked at it everyday
and never saw it.

Because it wasn't there.

How many times
I went to answer the phone...

and crashed into
that baby buggy.

He's here. He was here
all the time.

I knew it.
I just knew it.

You better get her upstairs.

Come on, sweetheart.
Let's go upstairs.

You said you were
from the Board of Health.

I was afraid of you.
I didn't know why.

I know it's useless.

You're all against me.

You don't care about me.

I'm the woman he married.

Wasn't his fault.

You'd never know
he was a married man...

the way those women
kept throwing themselves at him.

They wouldn't leave him alone.

He thought I didn't know.

The Glovetsky girl.
All the rest of them.

It wasn't so bad, really.

We had our fights.

Sometimes, I'd think about
getting a divorce.

What happened that night?

He was packing his bag.

He went into the bedroom,
and he started cramming everything into a suitcase.

He never did know
how to pack a bag properly.

"Where do you think
you are going?," I said.

"Out of the country," he said.

"South America, maybe.
She's going with me.

"We're finished, you and me.

"I'm going to get a divorce."

"What about the kids?,"
I said.

"What about them?," he says,
"I can't afford to support them and her, too."

He couldn't support
his own kids...

on account
he had to support her.

That's why I killed him.

It wasn't his fault.

It was yours.

You're the one
I should have killed.

You! You were going to
take him away from me!

He was leaving me for you.

[screaming]

Get her off me.

That was touching ending.

Of course, none of the story
really happened.

It was all made up.

Just a tissue of lies
out of some writer's head.

For the benefit
of those of you who prefer truth to fiction...

we shall now present some.

Here, before I return,
are some unadorned facts.

Presented honestly
and candidly...

and with impartiality
and objectivity.

You know,
truth maybe stranger than fiction after all.

But tune in again next week...

when we have a real whopper
to tell you.

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0