All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s01e22 Place of Shadows.eng

Good evening...

and thank you for
allowing me to come into your living rooms.

I'm not easily shocked,
but I did expect people to dress a bit more formally...

before sitting
in front of their sets.

Now that two-way television
is here.

[viewers screaming]

Apparently, not everyone was
aware of the incessant march of progress.

The next improvement
should be more to your liking.

I understand that scientists
will soon make it possible...

for any object thrown
at the television screen...

to actually hit the performer.

All of which reminds me
of a story.

[bell ringing]

[wind howling]

(agent)
She sure is a nasty night out.

(Clements)
Yeah.

[door closes]

(agent)
Mighty close to being below zero...

and it's dropping
every minute.

You won't have long
to wait though. They called a few minutes ago.

[train engine chugging]

Who?
Them.

Anybody who gets off here,
there's only one place they're going.

Up there.

They're sending
a car for you.

Only take them 20 minutes.

Hardly worth building a fire.

I'm going home
and thaw out.

There won't be
anything coming through till the 9:21.

The streamliner.
Never stops here.

[mumbles]

You going up there for good?
To stay, I mean.

No.

No. I didn't think so.
You don't look like one of them.

[wind howling]
Sure is a nasty one!

(Gerard)
Mr. Unser?

I'm from the monastery
on the hill.

I'm sorry I wasn't here
to meet the train.

The roads are so bad,
you know.

Dear me. The station agent
should have made a fire for you.

That's all right.
I wasn't waiting long.

I'm Brother Gerard, Mr. Unser.
I have a machine outside, such as it is.

Come along, won't you?

[wind howling]

I imagine you'd like to
hear about Mr. Rocco.

Yes. What's he doing
in a monastery?

The people that found him
brought him to us.

You see,
there's no hospital for miles...

and there was nothing else
they could do.

What happened to him?

His machine went over
a 20-foot embankment.

He's rather seriously hurt.

His back. But Brother Charles
will tell you all about that. He's our doctor.

[car thudding]

Yes, we almost needed
a doctor ourselves there.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

[door opens]

Father, this is Mr. Unser.
(Father) Thank you, Brother Gerard.

If there's anything else
I can do, Father, I'd be delighted to stay.

You worry
too much about me.

Mr. Unser, your coat is wet.
Take it off.

[door shuts]

Sit down.

You may smoke, if you wish.
Thanks.

Can I see Rocco now?
It's very late.

I know,
but I've come a long way.

Why did you come here,
Mr. Unser?

To find Rocco.
You told me to come in the letter.

I've got it right here.

But this is only
the envelope.

It's got the return address
on it, Father. That's all I brought.

I want to see Rocco,
Father.

I'm sorry.
I cannot permit that.

Why not?

We give sanctuary here
to anyone who asks it.

Mr. Rocco was brought to us
in need of help.

I don't get it.

Why did you bring me
all the way up here...

if you weren't gonna
let me see Rocco?

Because, my son,
you are not Mr. Unser.

What makes you think that?

Mr. Rocco gave us
a complete description of his friend.

A tall man, rather slim,
middle age.

That doesn't describe you,
does it?

Okay, I'm not Unser.
He couldn't come, and I came in his place.

What difference does it make?
Perhaps a great deal...

if you are Ray Clements.

What'd Rocco tell you
about me? Only what he wished to.

We asked him no questions,
but he seemed anxious to talk.

No matter what he said,
it was a lie!

Look, he's a cheap crook,
Father. He swindled me out of a lot of money.

Yes, he told me that.

Did he tell you
it wasn't my money to start with?

Did he tell you
it was money from the office where I worked?

You stole the money, my son?
No, I only borrowed it.

I was gonna pay it back.

But Rocco is the thief,
Father, and you're trying to protect him.

Are you a fugitive,
Mr. Clements? Is that why you came here?

No, I kept out of jail.
I borrowed enough money to pay it all back.

I'll be in debt
for years.

I lost my job, my friends,
my girl, even my father.

He turned his back on you?
No.

No, he died last week.

They called it
a heart attack.

It was, all right.
His heart was broken.

Dave Rocco killed him, Father,
just as sure as I'm going to kill him now.

Mr. Clements.

Does that shock you, Father?
A life for a life!

A week ago it would have
shocked me, too.

But tonight I can say it
and do it!

And Mr. Unser? Did you--
No, I didn't kill him.

I knocked him out,
so I could get that envelope.

See, I'd been watching him
ever since Rocco disappeared.

They were partners.
I knew they'd meet up sooner or later.

Will you tell me
how much money you lost? Yeah, I'll tell you. $13,000.

Yes.

Here is your money,
Mr. Clements. All of it.

[exclaims]

It's quite simple.

Since Mr. Rocco
has been with us, he has had a change of heart.

I don't believe him.

Maybe you do, Father.
But I know Dave Rocco.

Mr. Rocco asked us
to return your money.

Take it, my son.

What good is it?
Will it bring my father back?

Sure, I'll take it.

It doesn't change anything.
I'll still get Rocco.

Have you been
to church lately? No.

But you did attend once?
Yes, I was an altar boy.

Then you were raised
in the Faith. And you are still quite young.

You could not
have forgotten-- It won't work, Father.

[monks chanting in Latin]

We'll talk about this later.
Now I must go to vespers.

Would you care to attend,
Mr. Clements?

[door opens]

Would you?

Look, Father,
there's nothing more for us to talk about.

[monks continue chanting]

There are many things
I could tell you, my son.

But nothing will change
until you find forgiveness in your heart.

Unless you give up
your hatred for Mr. Rocco...

you will have no peace
as long as you live.

As long as Rocco lives,
Father.

You will find no comfort
in Mr. Rocco's death.

You may sit in
the visitor's gallery, if you like.

[monks chanting]

[all chanting in Latin]

[monks continue chanting]

[monks continue chanting]

[monks continue chanting]

[chanting continues]

[monks chanting]

[door opens]

[monks chanting]

[monks continue chanting]

[whispers]
Rocco.

Would you
commit murder here?

Put the gun away,
Mr. Clements.

I'm sorry.
Come, I'll show you to a cell.

When you have slept awhile--
I won't stay, Father.

I can't trust myself
under the same roof with Rocco.

But you can't leave
on a night like this.

There's a train back
to New York at 9:21.

If you wish.

Mr. Clements,
I would like to tell you something.

Before I joined this order,
I was in the war.

You were too young
to have taken part, weren't you?

Yeah.

Then you have never seen
a man die by your own hands?

Not yet.

Mr. Clements, I received
a decoration for killing 11 enemy soldiers.

If there is a weight
on my conscience...

it was not put there
by my country or my Church.

Most of the things
that you have lost, Mr. Clements...

your job, your girl,
your self-respect...

can be replaced
or recovered.

But neither you nor I,
Mr. Clements...

can now or at any other time
give back the breath of life.

Remember that, Mr. Clements.
Remember it.

Because you never can forget
the face of a man you've killed.

Come along, Mr. Clements.
Come along.

[wind howling]

[engine accelerating]

[exhales]

[metallic tapping]

(Unser)
If you're reaching for a gun, Clements, don't.

I'll kill you before
you get it out.

Unser?
Sure.

Did you think a crack
over the head was gonna stop me?

I didn't worry about it.

You're an amateur, Clements.
I wasn't out five minutes.

It made you miss the train.
But I caught the streamliner.

First time it's stopped here
in four years.

I figured that you had
too much of a head start on me...

so I waited for you
to come back.

How did you do
in the monastery?

I got in.
Of course.

That envelope was just
as good as a ticket.

I suppose
they all took you for me? Not for long.

How's Dave?
Would they let you see him?

He hurt his back.
I wasn't able to see him.

[exclaims]

Too bad.
And I won't have time to drop in.

But they gave you
the money back, didn't they?

Why, sure they did.
That's what the letter said.

Dave wanted to give it back.
I want it, Clements.

No.
I won't do any arguing. Toss it over.

[gun fires]

[groans]

[gun fires]

[chokes]

[gun clatters]

(Gerard)
You never forget the face of a man you've killed.

Neither you nor I...

can now or at any other time
give back the breath of life.

Good evening.
Who's in charge here? Father Vincente.

I wonder if we could ask him
a few questions.

Yes, I'll take you to him.

[knocking on door]

(Gerard)
Father Vincente.

Sorry to disturb you,
Father.

Tell me. What is it?
What's happened?

There's been a shooting
down at the railroad station.

A man named Floyd Unser
was killed.

Please, come in.

We're pretty sure
you can help us with this, Father.

[exclaims]

What makes you say that?

According to
the station agent, this man was killed by a young man...

who visited the monastery
earlier this evening.

Now, who was
this young man?

He was Ray Clements.
Why did he come here?

I can divulge nothing,
except that...

his visit here had absolutely
nothing to do with Mr. Unser.

But, Father--
Tell me, what happened to Clements?

He got away.
But we think he stopped a bullet.

We figured
this is the only place he can come to.

He isn't here.
We're gonna have to look anyway.

He might have slipped in
without anybody seeing him.

You're free to
search anywhere. We will not interfere.

Thank you, Father.

[wind blowing]

[door opens]

Father.
Easy, Mr. Clements, easy.

[panting]

Father Vincente.
Gotta tell him....

So cold.

I'll take you to him,
Mr. Clements.

Father Vincente.
I gotta tell....

Do you think you could
get to your feet?

[Gerard grunts]

[knocking on door]

Father Vincente.

We'll be leaving now,
Father.

You're satisfied
that he isn't here?

Only doing our job, Father.
We had to make sure.

Come,
I'll show you to the door.

We checked pretty thoroughly,
Father.

But there might be
a hiding place we couldn't find.

So I'd like to have
your word for it that that guy isn't stashed somewhere.

You are free to
search anywhere. There are no hiding places.

What's in there?
(Father) Our infirmary.

(policeman #2)
Yeah, I checked it.

(policeman #1)
I just wouldn't want to think...

that he was being moved
from room to room ahead of us.

(Clements)
Father!

But that room was empty.

Is that Clements?

I brought him in
a short time ago, Father.

I'm sorry, Father,
we'll have to take him in. Call an ambulance.

You can't.
Why not?

Within these walls,
a man has sanctuary.

You mean,
he's safe from the law as long as he stays here?

When he is well enough,
when we can do no more for him...

we will no longer
protect him. But until such time...

I will ask you please
to leave this room so as not to disturb him.

But if you're
gonna talk to him....

As long as you
do not question him...

you may listen
from out there.

(Charles)
He'll live.

What happened, Mr. Clements?

Unser followed me.

He was waiting for me
at the station.

I killed him.
I killed a man.

Why? Why did you do it?
He wanted my money.

But it was mine.

I didn't want to kill him.
He shot me.

(Father)
He fired first? He hit me.

I had to do something.

You see,
it was self-defense.

Could have been, I guess,
as long as the other guy fired first.

Was Clements carrying
a lot of money? $13,000.

Did it belong to him?
Yes.

It was left in trust
for him here.

As far as I'm concerned,
Unser got what was coming to him.

That's just
a personal opinion, of course.

You'll have to
excuse me now.

[monks chanting]

Yes, my son?
You were right, Father.

You and Brother Gerard.

I changed my mind.

I won't touch Rocco.

He should rest now,
Father Vincente.

Father, do you understand?

I'm all right now.
I don't hate Rocco.

Tell him that, Father.

Tell him he's got nothing
to worry about now.

All his worries
are in the hands of the Lord now.

The way you felt,
it would have done no good to have told you before.

But Mr. Rocco died
just before you arrived.

[monks chanting]

That was a bit of a snapper,
wasn't it?

The murder
on tonight's program was, as usual...

completely unrehearsed.

In fact,
we hadn't planned on having a killing at all.

Our story was intended
to be about a man...

found guilty of parking
in front of a policeman.

But the actors seem
to have gotten out of hand.

There they go again.

A wild, unruly lot,
those actors.

I hope we have
some of them left...

when we return with
our next play, because...

we'd be somewhat handicapped
without actors.

Until then, good night.

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