All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S04E14.The.Morning.After.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

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Good evening.

I am answering my
correspondence.

I receive some very
interesting letters,

threatening
and otherwise.

"Dear Mr. Hitchcock,

I am a man of 60
with a wife of 22.

We have a handsome young
man of 25 rooming with us.

Yesterday, I discovered
ground glass in my sugar.

Isn't this unusual?

Anxious."

Dear Anxious, yes,
this is unusual.

I believe arsenic
is customary

in cases of this kind.

But your wife is young.

I'm sure she'll learn.

"Dear Mr. Hitchcock,

we have endured your snide
and impertinent remarks

about our commercials
long enough.

This is to warn you that--"

(inaudible)

So much for fan mail.

Now we come to that
part of the program

for which the sponsor
has been waiting.

I am too prudent
to describe it.

(humming)

Well, give my best
to your mother.

Darling, let's not.

I mean it, Sharon.

I'm perfectly willing
to be friends with her.

I've told you, Ben, she
won't even talk about it.

So I just let her think
I come over in a cab.

Well, next time you'd better
stop around the corner.

I'd better go in, Ben.

Look, couldn't you
skip it for tonight?

I can't do that to her.

If you knew how much she
looks forward to having me

I don't know
why you couldn't

have made it
some other night.

You know how hard it
is for me to get free.

I'm hardly to blame
for that, am I?

No.

No, of course not.

I made the mistake

and I can't expect
you to pay for it.

Darling, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.

You mustn't
talk like that.

I don't mind waiting,
really I don't.

I love you, Ben.

Well, that's all
that matters.

And one of these days,
it'll work out for us.

I'm sure of it.

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Mom, I'm here.

Everything's ready.

Mom, you've been crying.

Oh, I was peeling onions
for the scalloped potatoes.

Mom, please.

If you'd only try
to understand.

Sit down now, before
everything gets cold.

Mom, if you'd
only talk to me,

but you always close up.

Just once, Mom.

Just let me talk to you.

Sharon, he's a
married man.

All the talking in the world
isn't going to change that.

But he is going
to change it.

He's going to
get a divorce.

He's been saying
that for over a year.

Mom, you make it sound as if
he didn't want to marry me.

He does, Mom, just as
much as you want him to.

He's trying to
work it out.

If he'd had a speck
of decency in him,

he'd have stayed away
from you until he was free.

You said yourself
it's been a year, Mom.

What was I supposed to do,
sit around here and wait?

Oh, Sharon.

Nobody as
pretty as you are

has to sit at
home and wait.

Remember Steve Mooney?

He wanted
to marry you.

Yes, I know.

And I'd have slaved all my
life just the way you did.

Did you ever
hear me complain?

No.

No, of course not.

Well, is it so old-fashioned
to want to see you

in a home of your own?

I've got a
place of my own.

Yes, I know.

Mom, please, we have
to take our happiness

when we can find it.

Sharon, did it
ever occur to you

that you might be taking her
happiness away from her?

Oh, that's a laugh!

Mom, she's not
in love with him.

She's only hanging on
to him out of sheer spite.

If she can't have him, she's
not gonna let anybody else.

Well, how do you
know what she's like?

Have you ever met her?

No.

Ben's told me
all about her.

Mom, do you really want to know
why Ben can't get a divorce?

I'll tell you.

It's because he put everything
he owns in her name.

His house, his factory, his
investments, everything,

and she's not going
to let go of it.

Now do you understand what
kind of a woman she is?

No.

And I don't understand

why he would put
everything in her name.

It's for business reasons,
it's very complicated.

I don't understand
it exactly myself.

But it's done
all the time.

And now she's taking
advantage of it.

But you wait.

One of these days, she's gonna
get what's coming to her.

Sharon, don't
talk that way.

Well, I just
wanted you to know

what Ben's had
to put up with.

I only know one thing, two
wrongs don't make a right.

He's a married man and
he's ruining your life.

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We'd better eat this
before it gets cold.

And I'm confident
you'll be as impressed

with our new
designs as I am.

They have that
out-in-front creativeness

that can't help miss being--

(intercom buzzes)

Yes?

There's a lady here
to see you, Mr. Nelson.

A Mrs. Trotter

Well, tell her--

Mrs. Trotter?

What does she want?

She says it's personal.

Shall I send her in?

Yes, but give me a minute.

Mrs. Trotter,
come right on in.

This is a very
pleasant surprise.

Here, take this chair.

I think you'll
find it comfortable.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Well, this is
a very pleasant

So you're Sharon's mother.

Well, it's about time we
got around to meeting.

Mr. Nelson--

I appreciate your coming
to see me, Mrs. Trotter.

I know it took
a lot of courage.

I wonder if you really
know how hard it was.

I think I do.

I've had to face some
pretty trying situations

in my own life.

We're all
human, Mrs. Trotter,

and we've all
made mistakes.

But we do the best we can

and I think the man
upstairs understands that.

If you really
mean that, Mr. Nelson,

you'll stop
seeing Sharon.

I was under
the impression

she was old enough to
make her own decisions.

It's wrong.

You know it.

I can't sit back and
watch you ruin her life.

Isn't your concern
a little late?

I certainly don't
agree with you

that Sharon is
ruining her life.

But if that's
the way you feel,

why didn't you say
something a year ago?

Sharon knows that
I never approved.

But she kept saying that you
were going to be married.

Well, if that's all that's
worrying you, Mrs. Trotter,

let me assure you.

I want nothing
more in this world

than to marry
your daughter.

You are already married.

That's true, unfortunately.

But as soon as I'm free--

When will that be?

I don't know.

We're trying to work it out.

Suppose you never
get your freedom.

What is there for Sharon?

That's the reason that
I've come here, Mr. Nelson.

It's not too late.

Sharon is still young
and she's very pretty.

If you stop seeing her,

she still has
a chance to make

the right kind
of life for herself.

Mrs. Trotter,

Sharon didn't know you were
coming to see me, did she?

No, of course not.

Did you ever
stop to consider

what would happen
if she found out?

Yes, I know the risk.

I've lain awake night after
night, wondering what to do.

And if I've done
the wrong thing,

it's only because
I'm her mother

and she's all I've got.

Believe me, I understand.

And don't you worry.

Sharon will never
know about this.

All I ask is that you
try to see my side of it.

Oh, I'm not going to burden you
with my troubles, Mrs. Trotter,

except to say
it's been bitter,

and unpleasant, and--

Well, I think
you understand.

I'm glad we had
this talk, Mrs. Trotter.

Thanks for coming
in to see me.

(door opens)

Ben, honey.

What's the matter?

What are you so
worked up about?

Your mother.

Mom?

Well, why?

What is it, Ben?

Came to see me
at the office.

She didn't!

She wouldn't do
a thing like that.

Why?

She told me to
stay away from you.

It was a pretty
rough half hour,

I don't mind
telling you.

Well, it couldn't have been very
pleasant for her, either, Ben.

If you knew her,

you'd understand how
hard it must have been.

I won't have her
meddling in our affairs.

Things might change.

You could get
tired of me,

fall in love
with another girl.

I have no protection, Ben.

I'm not married to you.

You could walk out tomorrow
and what would I have?

But we are going
to get married,

just as soon as
I can work it out.

Yeah.

Yeah, you've been saying
that for a year now, Ben,

and it's no closer
than it ever was.

She'll never let you go.

And I'm not even
sure that you want to.

You know better
than that, Sharon.

If it was just myself,

I'd have walked
out a year ago,

given her everything.

But I want things for you.

Like this.

Oh, Ben!

You don't find these in
boxes of cereal, you know.

You shouldn't have, Ben.

You've given me so much.

I want to.

And I'm able to, because
I haven't given in

and let my wife take
everything that's mine.

It's beautiful, darling.

And I love you for it.

But I'd trade, you know,

for a plain
gold wedding band.

Just so I could
walk down the street

and not be afraid I'd
meet somebody who knew.

All right.

I'm going to Europe in
two weeks on a business trip.

Why don't you
join me there?

Oh, it would
be wonderful.

But I can't do it.

Why not?

You know why.

My mother.

It would be like
a slap in the face,

like saying I didn't
care how she felt.

But you don't care
how I might feel.

You should have heard how she
talked to me in the office.

What did you expect her to do,
Ben, give us her blessing?

She did it to
protect me, you know.

She could have
ruined both of us.

You know the situation.

Let one person in
the office find out,

it'll be back to
my wife in an hour.

I thought she
knew all about us.

Of course she knows.

But not who you are.

I've protected you
that much at least.

I'm sorry, Ben.

I didn't mean it.

Baby, don't
you understand?

I may have to go into court
before this thing is settled.

I don't want you
dragged into it.

I love you far too much
to ever let you get hurt.

Darling, I love you so much.

-If anything ever happened--
-Nothing is going to happen.

Just as long as you
keep your mother in line.

Just supposing she'd
got talking to my secretary.

Oh, she wouldn't breathe a
word to her closest friend,

let alone a stranger.

Just one slip,
that's all it would take.

It won't happen again.

That's my girl.

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Yes?

Are you Mrs. Nelson?

I'm looking for
the Nelson home.

Well, this is
the Nelson residence.

Whom did you
wish to see?

Mrs. Nelson.

Mrs. Ben Nelson.

May I ask what
it's about, please?

Well, it's a--

It's a personal matter.

I've just come from
Mr. Nelson's office.

Will you come in?

Good afternoon,
I'm Mrs. Nelson.

I'm Mrs. Trotter.

Won't you come
in and sit down?

I've come here all the way
from the city on the bus.

Maybe I shouldn't have, though.

I don't see
why you shouldn't.

Mrs. Trotter,
didn't you say?

Yes.

I'm Sharon's mother.

Well, now that you know,
I did come all this way,

maybe I will sit down.

Please.

Such a terribly warm day.

With all this humidity,

I'm sure we'll
get some rain.

I hope you
like iced tea.

Oh, yes.

Now, you made the long

hot trip out
from the city to--

I do hope it's not my
husband you've come to see.

He's at his office,
in the city.

No, I've been to see your
husband and I did no good.

So there didn't seem
anything left for me to do,

but to come here
and appeal to you.

What sort of appeal are you
making, Mrs. Trotter?

Please, Mrs. Nelson,
don't make this any harder.

Really, I'm
afraid I don't--

It's for my
daughter's sake.

Oh, Sharon.

Yes, I thought
you knew her.

You mentioned her name
when you first came in.

Mrs. Nelson, I can't--

All this talking
around in circles

may be the
civilized way,

but I'm no good at
fencing with words.

I can only say
what I feel.

I wish you would.

I don't know
who's to blame.

Maybe all of us,
me as much as anybody.

Somewhere along the
way, I must've failed.

I don't want you to think
I'm making excuses for Sharon.

She's not
blameless by any means.

She knew he was married.

But he's twice her age.

Surely he must carry

the greater burden
of the blame.

Are you by any chance
referring to my husband?

Well, if you
still loved him,

I could understand
your feelings.

Just one moment, Mrs. Trotter.

I hope you
realize you are close

to getting yourself
into very serious trouble.

There are laws
about this sort of thing.

I know it's natural
to be bitter

and to want
to strike back,

but this has been
going on for a year.

Please, let him go.

Really, if your daughter--

If Sharon has told you

some incredible
schoolgirl story--

I suppose it's
even possible

she imagines
herself in love with--

Please, let me
have just a moment.

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I've got to try
to understand this.

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You did say you've
been to see my husband?

Yes.

And he said he was
trying to get free,

so he could marry Sharon.

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Oh, you must've--

Didn't you--

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You didn't
know, did you?

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(Mrs. Trotter crying)

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(thunder crashes)

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Darling?

Darling, why are you
sitting here in the dark?

(rain pours outside)

Mrs. Trotter came
to see me today.

Mrs. Trott--

I can't understand
what she'd want here.

From what she said,

I think Sharon
must be a nice girl.

Just very,
very young.

She's just somebody
who came in for a job.

She couldn't handle the work,
so I had to let her go--

Please, Ben, you
should know by now

I can always tell
when you're lying.

You told that girl you
were going to marry her.

Have you forgotten?

I'm already married.

Of course, you'd have
to get your freedom first.

I believe that's the
way you phrased it.

Darling, the girl
doesn't mean anything to me.

I never had any
thought of marrying her.

I don't think there's
much chance of it now.

I'm going to give you
your freedom anyway, Ben.

I don't want it.

Only I'm afraid
that's all

I'm going to give you.

There isn't anything I
could do about it anyway,

even if I were
foolish enough

to want to give
you a settlement.

Everything my father
left me is in trust.

So, when you
get free from me,

you'll be free
of my money, too.

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(doorbell rings)

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Mom!

Sharon!

Oh for heaven's sakes,

what are you doing
out this time of night?

Oh, my baby!

You're soaked
to the skin.

Come on, Mom, let's
get those wet things off.

-No, I was--
-Mom, where have you been?

I tried to call you
a dozen times tonight.

I've been walking
around, trying to think.

Sharon, I did a
terrible thing today.

You're telling me.

Mom, why did you
go to Ben's office?

That was the worst
thing you could have done.

Mom, you've got
to promise me

that you'll never do
anything like that again.

Sharon, he deceived you.

He was lying to you.

He didn't intend
to marry you.

Now, stop it.

I'm not going to
listen to you anymore.

From now on,
it's a closed subject.

But I haven't told you the
things I came here to say.

Now, Mother, I mean it.

I know Ben
better than you do.

Everything is
gonna be all right.

Now, I'll go fill
the bathtub for you

and we'll get
you some dry clothes.

Okay?

You won't listen to me.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hello, Sharon.

Now, listen carefully,
I've only got a few minutes.

I may have to hang up.

Now just listen, because
everything depends on it.

My wife--

My wife's dead.

What?

She died this evening.

I'll explain
everything later.

The police have been
questioning me for hours.

I tried to keep you
out of it, but I couldn't.

I had to tell them
I was with you.

They're on their way
to question you now.

You've got to say
I was in your apartment

from 6:00 until
after midnight.

Have you got that?

Sharon?

Yes, I--

That's all
you have to say.

Just stick to it,
no matter what they tell you.

You stand by
me now, baby,

and I'll make it
all up to you later.

As soon as it's over,
we'll get married.

I've got to hang up now.

Goodbye, baby.

Your bath's ready.

Mom, you have
a nice long soak.

Mom, what
are you doing?

Who were
you calling?

It rang.

I was going to
take the message,

but he talked so fast.

Was it Ben?

Yes, it was Ben.

What did he want?

He said...

his wife
died tonight.

Oh, no!

What happened?

He really
didn't explain.

He said the police were
there asking him questions

and they know
about you and him.

And they're coming
here to talk to you.

And Sharon, you
mustn't get involved.

And you must stick to
your story no matter what.

What story?

What am I supposed
to tell them?

Ben wants
you to say

that he wasn't
here all evening.

Do you understand?

Ben wants
you to say

that he wasn't
here all evening.

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(doorbell rings)

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I hope you
liked our play.

We now have a
one-minute soap opera,

which I'm sure
you'll love.

This is the story
that asked the question,

"Can a poor, lowly,
advertising man

from rural Madison Avenue

win customers
for his sponsor

and find happiness

in the
upper-income brackets?"

I'm afraid I may
have done it again.

However, if
I am sacked,

moving out will
be no great problem.

I'm a clean desk man.

This is a type of desk

where everything
is out of sight.

The waste basket.

The telephone.

And here is
my secretary.

That will be all,
Miss Whiteleather.

Suppose you tune
in next week to see

if I'm still on the job,

I can at least promise
you another story.

Good night.

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