All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock Presents S01E01 Revenge.en.hi

Good evening.
I'm Alfred Hitchcock.

And tonight, I'm presenting
the first
in a series of stories...

of suspense and mystery,
called, oddly enough...

Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

I shall not act
in these stories, but
will only make appearances.

Something
in the nature of an accessory
before and after the fact...

to give the title
to those of you
who can't read...

and to tidy up afterwards
for those who don't understand
the endings.

Tonight's playlet is really
a sweet little story.

It is called Revenge.

It will follow....

Oh, dear. I see
the actors won't be ready
for another 60 seconds.

However,
thanks to our sponsor's
remarkable foresight...

we have a message
that will fit in here nicely.

[waves crashing]

[birds chirping]

[alarm clock ringing]

[sighing]

[ticking]

Hey, worthless.

[moans]

Breakfast's ready.

So soon?
Sure.

I don't know how long it takes
to get to this plant...

and I don't wanna be late
the first day.

[groans]

You will make a spoiled
do-nothing out of me.

I'll give you
every assistance possible.

Come on, time's a-wasting.

Look, baby,
I gotta go to work.

Hi.
Hi.

It smells good.

You know, it seems strange
to be sitting down
to breakfast...

and have nothing ahead of me
all day long.

I wish I didn't have to go.
I hate to leave you
here alone.

Don't worry about that.
I'll be all right.

Probably get a little bored,
though, without you.

The last three days
have been so wonderful.

But otherwise,
I'll be all right.

Why shouldn't I?
No reason.

It's just that
I don't know anything
about the people around here.

Would you like me to tell you
about the people around here?

Yes, tell me
about the people around here.

Well, they're friendly,
and kind, and generous,
if you expect them to be.

And most of them would be
very quick to help someone
they thought was in trouble.

There'd be
a sprinkling of sourpusses,
but only slight, a soup�on.

In short, they'd be like
most people everywhere.
Very nice.

[clears throat]

Practicing nine hours a day,
from the age of ten...

may make a great ballerina,
I suppose.

But I'm afraid it cuts you off
from the rest of the world,
sweetheart.

You are much too cynical.

I can't believe that
your world is any more real
than mine...

and I know that
mine is much the nicer.
Yeah, I guess it is.

And some of it spills over
into mine, and makes it nicer,
when I'm with you.

And what're you
gonna do all day...

in this lovely,
imaginary world?

Well, I'll go
for a walk on the beach,
as the doctor prescribed.

And I'll rest a lot,
and I'll sunbathe a little,
as the doctor prescribed.

And then I think
I'll make you a surprise.

You know, I may be
a woman of hidden talents.

And some not so hidden.

That's a very nice thing
for a husband to say...

even a somewhat new husband.

It was never said
with better reason.

Hey, I've gotta
get out of here.

I'll be back as soon as I can,
around 5:00, I guess.

Okay.

Bye.
Bye, bye.

[birds chirping]

Good morning, Mr. Spann.
Good morning, Mrs. Fergusen.

You off to work so soon?
Well, it's a little early,
I know...

but, I don't know
how long it takes
at this time of the day...

with parking and everything.

Would you like me
to look in on your wife
while you're gone?

That'd be very nice of you.
And I'm sure
she'd be glad to see you.

I'm going in
to market after lunch...

I could take her along
if she'd like.

Well, maybe not today,
I've got the shopping list
with me.

But I'm sure she'd like it
another time.

And I know she'd like it
if you'd come over.

I'm afraid she might
get a little bored
with nothing to do.

She's not used to it.

Well, I've gotta get going.
I'll see you this afternoon.

[knocking at door]

(Mrs. Fergusen)
Hello.

Mrs. Fergusen.
Won't you come in?
Well, just for a minute.

Please excuse the mess.

You might think
an army of vandals
just passed through.

All that actually happened
is I baked one small cake.

Well, it takes a little while
to get used to
working in a trailer.

Won't you have
a glass of apple juice
with me?

Well, just half a glass.

You and your husband have
just come out to California,
haven't you?

Are you here for your health?

Yes I had a small "breakdown,"
they called it.

So the doctor prescribed
lots of rest, and sun and sea.

Luckily, my husband,
who's an engineer....

He could transfer
to his plant out here
for six months...

and everything
worked out just fine.

Won't you come sit down?

Well, it won't take you long
to recover, I'll bet.

You look fine, right now.

I'm strong in the muscles.
I trained as a dancer
in the ballet.

This was just nerves.

I was dancing my first part
as a ballerina...

and Carl and I were married
at the same time.

I guess it was just a case
of too much happiness
at one time.

Does that sound foolish?
No, of course not.

And this life will be
just the thing for you.

There's nothing so soothing
as that sea.

Both the sight of it
and the sound of it.
I'm growing to love it, too.

I'm going to market.
Would you like to come along?

I'd love to,
but I have to watch the cake.

It's a surprise for Carl.
He doesn't know
I can bake a cake.

Well, for that matter,
I don't know it either.

It may be
more of a surprise to me.

[chuckling]
Well, cakes can be
kind of tricky.

I guess I'd better be
getting along...

and I'll let you know
the next time I go down.

Please do.

Well, I think I can take
a little sun now.
It isn't too hot.

Well, I can believe
you're a dancer.

And a lovely one, too.
I'll bet.

Thank you.

[birds chirping]

Well, goodbye.
Bye.

Elsa. Hey, I'm home.

Hey, let me in.

~~[music playing on radio]

What're you trying to do,
Elsa? Burn up the joint?

[music stops]

Elsa. What happened?
It's Carl. What happened?

[clock ticking]

Mrs. Fergusen!

Mrs. Fergusen!

He killed me.
What, darling?

[gasping]

He killed me.

Who?
He killed me.

Who was it? And when?

The cake.

I came in to see the cake...

and when I turned around,
he was standing there.

Before I....
Yes, then?
Can you tell me more, darling?

[clock continues ticking]

[quavering]
He said he was a salesman...

and when he asked me
for money...

I refused him.

And then he grabbed me...

and I screamed...

and he choked me.

And then he killed me.

He killed me.

[knocking at door]

(Mrs. Fergusen)
Hello. Shall I come in?
Is there anything wrong?

Is there anything I can do?
Will you call a doctor?

Something's happened.
She's been beaten, badly hurt.
Hurry!

All right, I will, Mr. Spann.
I know one nearby.

Don't worry, darling.
She's gone for the doctor.
He'll be here soon.

You'll be all right.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

What time did you get home,
Mr. Spann?

About 5:00, maybe
a few minutes after.

Did you come
straight from work?
Yeah.

Except I stopped
to get some groceries.

Where do you work?
Minot Aircraft.

Did you hear anything,
any call for help, or scream?
Anything like that?

No, not a thing.

But it must have been
before she took the cake out,
because it was burned.

Then that would be
before I got back from town,
you see.

Only one lady, a Mrs. Jones,
third trailer from the right.

She saw a man
come into the park,
from the beach.

But she didn't get
too good a look at him.

She might be able
to identify him,
but she isn't sure.

About six feet tall,
gray suit, dark hair.

Okay.

You need us any more?
No, I guess not.

Okay.

Thank you, Mrs. Fergusen.

I can get in touch
with you here...

if we wanna talk to you again,
can't I?

Yes, indeed.

I think I'll stay here
and wait until
the doctor comes out...

and find out how she is.
Poor thing. Poor little thing.

Yes, ma'am.

[waves crashing]

I told Chris and Walton
to go on.

Good. You wanna
take a look inside?

I didn't find anything.
Sure.

You say the radio was on?
Yes.

And you turned it off
as you went inside?
That's right.

Is the room now
exactly as you found it?

I opened the window...

and I took the cake
out of the oven,
and then turned it off.

(Sergeant)
How is she, doc?

(doctor)
She'll be all right.

How is she?

Well, I don't think
her condition is too serious.

Physically, that is,
Mr. Spann.

Otherwise,
well, she's been through
a very emotional shock.

And coming so soon
after the breakdown....

Well, I can't tell you
anything for certain.

Could we ask her
a few questions?

I don't think it would do
any good, Lieutenant.
I just gave her a shot.

She wouldn't be able
to tell you much.

And it might do
a great deal of harm.

This could even result
in permanent damage.

No, I couldn't risk it now.
Tomorrow, maybe.

Shall I check
in there?
What for?

Just to see
if he can find anything
that'll give us a clue.

We're working in the dark,
you know.
He won't disturb your wife.

I advise you
to get her out of here.
Just as soon as you can.

Take her to a hotel.
Anyplace.

I'd do it tomorrow.
Yes, I will.

Well, I'll check in,
in the morning.

See you later, doc.
Bye.

(Lieutenant)
Any luck?
Nothing.

This makes it
pretty tough for us,
Mr. Spann.

With nothing to go on
but a tired carnation.

Did she say
anything about him?

What he looked like,
anything like that?

Just that he was tall and dark
and wearing a gray suit.

You think you can catch him?
With no more than that
to go on?

But he may still be nearby.
He may be in town, right now,
walking the streets.

Sure. But we can't
just pick up every man
wearing a gray suit.

Mr. Spann,
until your wife can give us
something more definite...

there's really nothing
we can do.
There must be something.

I assure you,
we'll do everything we can.

After all,
that's the business we're in,
you know.

Yes, of course you will.
Thank you, Lieutenant.

Okay. Now contact us
as soon as
your wife is better.

We should talk to her at
the earliest possible moment.

I'll call you.
All right.

[clock ticking]

[car approaching]

If I ever find him,
I'll kill him.
Yes.

Yes.

[car door slamming]

Good evening, Mr. Spann.

Did you find out
anything?
No, nothing so far.

We just dropped by
to check on...

how your wife
is getting along.

If maybe
she'd said anything else.

Anything that might
possibly give us
some kind of a lead.

No, not a thing.

Well, we'll check with you
tomorrow.

Good night.
Good night.

They'll never find him.

[car driving away]

Elsa...

the doctor said
we should move out of here
as soon as we can.

Go to a hotel.

Would you like that?
Do you feel up to it?

Yes. That would be nice.

Tomorrow, perhaps.

You think you'd know him,
if you ever saw him again?

Yes. Oh, yes.

[clock ticking]

You wanna
ride around a little,
before we go to the hotel?

Yes, that would be nice.

There he is. That's him.

That's him.

Wait here for a minute.
You'll be all right?

Yes.

Sorry. Yes, sir?
Room 321.

[people chattering]

Here you are.

[men chattering]

What floor for you?
After you.

Third's mine.
Same here.

~~[music playing]

[banging]

[people chattering]

Why don't
we drive along the coast
to the next little town?

It'll be quieter, prettier.

Would you like that?

Yes, that would be nice.

If you get hungry,
we can lunch along the way.

Something terrible
has happened in 321.
What?

[quavering]
A man....

There he is.
That's him. That's him.

[siren wailing]

Well, they were
a pathetic couple.

We had intended
to call that one
Death of a Salesman.

But there were protests
from certain quarters.

Naturally, Elsa's husband
was caught, indicted,
tried, convicted...

sentenced, and paid his debts
to society...

for taking the law
into his own hands.

You see, crime does not pay.
Not even on television.

You must have a sponsor.

Here is ours.
After which, I'll return.

That was beautifully put.

In fact, after hearing that,
there's nothing more
I wish to add.

So good night,
until next week.