All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S04E24.The.Avon.Emeralds.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

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Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I decided quite
suddenly to go abroad.

It seems a very rich but
distant aunt has disappeared.

I decided to console
myself on the Riviera,

until the matter
is cleared up

and the insurance
policy paid off.

Ketchup.

It's perfect for travel.

I find a bottle or
two will make any dish

taste like home cooking.

I've already told him
I have nothing to declare.

The upturned palm,
the symbol of travel.

However, I'm afraid he
wants the key to my trunk.

I think this would be
the perfect moment for you

to look the other way.

Those of you who know
of no other way to look

will have to endure
the following.

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Ah, Benson.

Good morning, Hopkins.

Sir Charles.

Well, I...

hope you'll
forgive me, Sir,

for having borrowed
your scissors.

Oh, I was a great one
for clipping the Times

in my own day, Benson.

Anything of special interest?

Oh, yes, Sir.

Oddly enough,
a Benedictine friar,

a member of the Canons
Regular in Cornwall, Sir,

has had the most
remarkable success

with Cypripediums.

Uh, Cypripedium, Sir?

It's an orchid, more commonly
known as Lady's Slipper

or the Moccasin flower.

Why, it's not a variety
I favor especially,

but what this friar
has accomplished,

under the most
obstinate conditions--

With all due respect
to the Canons Regular

in Cornwall, Benson,

I'm afraid we'll
have to defer

the Lady's Slipper
until another time.

-Yes, Sir.
-Sit down, Benson.

Thank you, Sir.

I'm sure you'll
recall a case

we had some months ago,

when a Lady Avon tried
to sell some jewelry,

and, shall we say,
overlooked the share

of the proceeds
due to the Treasury.

I remember it
very well, Sir.

I was on the case.

It escapes me now, but...

wasn't it a couple of
rings she tried to sell?

Oh, no, Sir.

It was a rather
dainty brooch,

lightly salted
with diamonds,

to use the
trade expression.

I remember she referred
to it as a bauble,

because it fetched her
no more than £5,000.

Oh, and what then?

Well, very little beyond
that, Sir, except that...

Her Ladyship was
a trifle abusive.

She disliked
paying death duties.

She claimed it left her with
hardly the price of a hat.

Of course, I'm not familiar with
Her Ladyship's taste in hats.

But what does seem apparent is
that she was widowed too early

to have acquired a proper
sense of responsibility.

Yes, Sir.

Lord Avon was
of my generation,

I knew him well.

At the time of his
second marriage, he...

Well, as a
horticulturist, Benson,

you'll understand
better than I

the perils of
a late autumnal bloom.

Yes, Sir.

The...

the reason I called you in

was to tell you that
the famous Avon necklace,

20 perfectly matched
Cabochon emeralds

with a cluster
in the center,

the last major item of Her
Ladyship's inheritance,

is up for sale.

I expected as much, Sir.

Death duties took the
bulk of Lord Avon's estate,

and there simply wasn't
the cash to meet them.

The proceeds of the
sale of the country house

proved insufficient.

This left the jewelry.

For the purposes of probate,

the emeralds were
valued at £100,000.

But what they'd fetch
in the open market,

and especially abroad,

could be very much more.

The Treasury is having
a new appraisal made.

I see, Sir.

Now...

Her Ladyship has already
received an offer for

an undisclosed amount
from an American source.

But the Treasury
has very wisely

refused to grant
her an export permit.

Has she received any
bids in England, sir?

Several.

The most generous was
an offer of £125,000,

which she turned down.

Now, this only serves
to confirm my belief

that Her Ladyship
intends to live abroad,

outside the sterling area,

and to dispose
of the emeralds

in defiance of
the Treasury claim.

This, of course, we're
determined to prevent.

If I may ask, Sir, exactly
where are the emeralds now?

Reputedly in her hotel
here in London.

In the safe.

And while legally she
is entitled to keep them

in a shoebox or a napkin,
if she so desires,

I should like you to
confirm their whereabouts.

Is that all, Sir?

Eh, no.

Lady Avon has booked a plane
passage for the French Riviera

the day after tomorrow.

And, while we'll take every
precaution to make sure

that the emeralds
are not with her,

one never can be sure.

You'll be on the
same plane, Benson,

and prepare to stay in
France for a few days.

Yes, Sir.

Oh, I realize that
this interferes

with your holiday plans.

Oh, that's all right, Sir.

Where were you going?

I had thought
of Cornwall, Sir.

Ah, the Canons Regular
and the Lady's Slipper.

Well, I had thought of looking
in on the friar's experiments.

Well, I must say I
admire your full devotion

for everything you do.

Tramping the countryside
on every holiday,

sort of pollinating as you go.

I beg your pardon, Sir?

That's probably what
makes you a good policeman.

Ah, tea.

Now, getting
back to the case.

I think we must
assume that Lady Avon

may have a confederate who might
try and smuggle the emeralds

past the customs and deliver
them to her in Cannes.

I see, Sir.

The important thing
is that the emeralds

should not leave the country.

But if by any
mischance they do,

you will have
to bring them back,

with or without Lady Avon.

I understand.

-Oh, and Sir?
-Yes, Benson?

Well, considering the
attention that Lady Avon

and her jewels have
received from the press,

don't you think
we can expect

that half the
thieves of England,

and some of the
continent's sharpest talent,

will take this opportunity
to try to nab them?

Point well taken, Inspector.

How many men
do you want?

Oh, just a couple, Sir.

Oh, do you think
that will be enough?

You know, there's
always a grim possibility

that before
this thing's over,

someone may have
tried to slit

Her Ladyship's
lovely throat.

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Oh, good morning,
Inspector Benson.

Hello, Ives.

Can I help you, Inspector?

Ives, let's eliminate
the "Inspector"

just for now, hmm?

Oh, yes.

Ives, I understand you
have Lady Avon's emeralds

in safe keeping.

I'd like to see them
if you don't mind.

Uh, I'm afraid, sir,
that's up to Mr. Saunders.

It is his responsibility.

I've already spoken
to Mr. Saunders.

Oh, in that case, of course.

Won't you come in?

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There it is, sir.

You know, this safe has
been with us for 80 years.

Oh, how long have the
emeralds been with you, Ives?

Only five days, sir.

You see, Mr. Saunders
warned Her Ladyship

that we could not accept
the responsibility.

But she insisted
upon keeping them here.

(laughs)

There we are, sir.

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Oh, excuse me, sir.

Can I help you?

I doubt it extremely.

Hulbert, Morgan and Lennit.

I'm here to appraise the Avon
necklace for the Treasury.

I'm afraid your suspicions
were misplaced, Inspector.

These are the Avon emeralds.

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Mmm, delicious!

I don't know why everyone
doesn't have caviar

for breakfast.

Don't you, dear?

Absolutely jammed
with vitamins.

Would you care for
anything else, milady?

Some more caviar, please.

Certainly, milady.

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I do hope you're going
to have enough money

to pay the hotel bill.

Oh, I expect so.

After all, after tomorrow
I won't need any more pounds,

will I?

Tell me, Aunt Catherine,

how many seasons have
you spent in Cannes?

Well, it's rather hard
to remember, dear.

I shall have to work
it out by husbands.

Let me see, the last
one loathed the sunshine,

the one before that
soaked it up like a fig.

Your Uncle Alfred, though,

of course, that was
much, much earlier,

Alfred could take the
sun or leave it alone.

Let me see, after him,
there was Michael.

Oh, no, I wasn't
married to him.

Well, all in all, dear,

I should say
about a dozen.

Husbands or seasons, darling?

Oh, Gwendolyn!

I wonder if I
shall like it there.

Well, it's a
charming villa, dear,

and the agent says the
servants are very good.

I shall know how
true that is tomorrow.

But I promise you, if they
are not perfect treasures,

I'll have them all
changed before you come.

(indistinct chatter)

Really!

I'm a respectable,
hard-working man,

and a teetotaler as well.

What's going on here?

What are you doing
to poor Boles?

His name isn't Boles,
milady, it's Fletcher.

And he's a convict on license.

Oh, it's you.

Persecution, milady.

I'm sure Mr. Saunders
wouldn't employ any servant

without the very
best of references.

Four convictions for robbery,

two for breaking
and entering,

three for loitering with
intent to commit a felony.

That's a lie!

It was only two!

Give him half a chance
and he'd steal the gold leaf

off the cross of St. Paul's.

Milady, it does appear that I
was unaware of certain facts.

Take him downstairs
and search him, Hodges.

-Come on.
-Milady, I wonder

if Mr. Saunders and I might
have a few words with you?

Oh, very well.

Come in.

This is my aunt, Mrs. Sedley.

Darling, this is that
detective inspector

that was so irksome
about my brooch.

How do you do, madam?

I'm afraid it
is I, milady,

who is going to
be irksome now.

In the matter of
your emeralds, milady--

What about them?

The management would so
much prefer not to have

the responsibility
of their safekeeping.

Would you not consider
putting them in a bank vault?

I suppose this is
your idea, Inspector.

I assure you, milady--

I will not put my
emeralds in a bank vault.

But milady...

It's much more convenient for
me to have them in the hotel.

An armed guard could always
be supplied to escort them

from the bank when you
wish to wear them, milady.

How do I know when
I want to wear them?

No, no, it's
absolutely absurd.

But, milady...

I have every confidence
in the hotel safe,

and every confidence
in you, Mr. Saunders.

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Hodges searched the waiter,
Sir, but he was clean.

A pity.

He looked a likely candidate.

One of those people
must be a confederate.

The trouble is, Sir,
there are too many

suspicious characters around.

Now, tell me, Benson,

what was Lady Avon's attitude?

How would you assess that?

Willful, perverse,

determined, extravagant.

Everything the
Treasury is against.

Oh, she eats caviar
for breakfast, Sir.

Does she now?

Prefer kippers myself.

Caviar is 30 shillings
an ounce, Sir!

Well, we shall just have
to take double precautions

to make certain that necklace
doesn't leave the country.

You can put on another
couple of men, if you like.

Yes, Sir.

(telephone rings)

Hello?

Who?

Oh, yes, put him through.

Yes, Mr. Saunders.

Yes, he's here.

What's that?

Hold on!

The Avon emeralds were stolen
from the safe last night.

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Lady Avon, if the Treasury
appraiser hadn't come back

this morning to check on
the size of one of the stones,

this robbery might not have
been discovered for days.

-Obviously.
-But the fact

that it has been discovered
enables us to narrow down

the time during
which the robbery

could have been committed.

Is that a good thing?

Lady Avon, where
were you last night?

I went to a charity
ball at the Dorchester

and I wore the necklace.

And I don't know why
you're asking me all this,

because there was one
of your men watching me

like a hawk all evening.

Lady Avon, you don't seem to be
taking this loss very seriously.

What would you like me to do?

Scream?

I understand the emeralds
were not insured.

Why was that?

Oh, I couldn't
afford the premiums.

The death duties on
my husband's estate

were absolutely crippling.

I'm sure they were.

Now, after the ball...

I got back at two a.m.

And I put the
emeralds in the safe.

Ask him, he was there,

lurking behind
the potted palm.

And afterwards?

You know very well.

I went straight to my room.

I saw you peeping out
of the linen cupboard.

Lady Avon,
did you leave your...

your suite again, last night?

I'm sure you had
somebody watching me

to see that I didn't.

Anyway, my aunt,
Mrs. Sedley,

was staying the
night with me.

Why, I wonder if I might have
a few words with Mrs. Sedley.

That might be
a little difficult.

Indeed?

She left on a plane
for Nice at 9:00.

That's in France, you know.

I'm well aware of
that, Lady Avon.

May I ask if you
intend to join her there?

(knock at the door)

Come in.

Oh, I'm sorry,
Lady Avon, I...

Oh!

Oh, Mr. Geist.

Come in.

These gentlemen
are just going.

Mr. Geist is going
to show me a picture.

Lady Avon, I...

Oh, yes, you wanted to know if I
was going to France, didn't you?

Well, I am.

And to save you the
bother of finding out,

I'll even tell you
the time of the plane.

Nine o'clock tomorrow.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Goodbye, Sergeant.

Bye.

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Now, Mr. Geist,
show me the picture.

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Be careful with
that, it's fragile.

Yes, madam.

Got her dog with her, sir.

That means she won't be
back for quite a while.

Oh, why?

The dog would have to be
quarantined for six months.

She wouldn't like that.

Pretty nice set-up,
if you ask me.

Jewels officially
reported stolen,

so she doesn't have
to account for them.

Just turns up with them
in France and sells them

to some rich American.

Well, she's not going
to get away with it.

Do you think the French police
will be able to help, sir?

Well, they're having
her aunt, Mrs. Sedley,

watched in Cannes,

and they've arranged for
an officer of the Sûreté

to meet me when
we land in Nice.

I hope it won't
come to that.

I don't...

I'm sorry, Lady Avon,

it will be necessary
for you to be searched.

Oh, really, this is too much!

What about the dog?

Search the dog, too.

It's not a dog.

Her name is Juliet.

I take it she
can come with me?

Please, the plane's gonna
leave any minute now.

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Would you mind
unwrapping the painting, sir?

But, that's not necessary.

I'm sorry, sir.

Well, I'm an honest man.

I-I'm a member of the Society
of Fine Art Dealers in London,

in Paris, in Amsterdam.

I'm an accredited dealer.

I have letters here.

Please, look at them.

I have never been
insulted like this before.

I haven't even been
accused of selling fakes.

I am highly reputable
and well established.

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Ah.

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"Girl With a Milk Churn."

Lovely, isn't it?

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Inspector Benson?

Yes?

Commissaire-Adjoint
Clement, Sûreté.

How do you do?

You had the
report from London?

We had a report
from Interpol in Paris.

The subject, Madame Sedley,

has been under
surveillance

since she arrive.

The other subject was
with you in this plane?

Oh, yes.

She's over there now,
in the white hat.

Here.

(speaks French word)

(speaking French)

Quite.

Do you wish to
have her searched?

She was searched quite
thoroughly in London.

No result.

But she must have
the jewels with her.

Ah, now watch!

Oh, Aunt Catherine.

Darling!

Oh, darling, you're not
quite your immaculate self.

Have you had a ghastly trip?

If she does not have
the stolen jewels,

what are we watching for?

I said we didn't
find them on her,

but she's got
them all right.

So chic, too.

Who did she steal them from?

From herself.

Ah!

To cheat the insurance.

No, they weren't insured.

Then what is the charge?

Defrauding the Treasury.

Comment?

Well, those emeralds were
supposed to go towards

paying death duties.

You know, taxes.

Oh, she's leaving now.

Oh, um...

What is it?

Oh, glasses.

But, monsieur,
you cannot do this.

What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

The lady does not
pay government taxes.

This is not an offense
for her to be extradited.

The report say the
jewels were stolen.

Well, so they are.

From herself.

Monsieur, if we arrested
everybody in France

who avoided to pay taxes,

there should not
be anyone left.

But, monsieur, I mustn't lose
sight of them for a moment.

The surveillance!

That, monsieur,
is your affair.

Yours and the
British government's.

I cannot waste my men
for such a purpose.

But, monsieur...

I regret, monsieur.

It is impossible.

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Ah, yes.

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Taxi!

$230,000.

$231,000...

2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 7...

8, 9, 40,

41, 2, 3,

44, 45, 46,

47, 48, 49...

$250,000!

Oh, isn't that wonderful?

Oh, aren't they pretty?

Yeah.

Oh, wee!

(laughs)

And now the
emeralds, Lady Avon.

Oh, yes.

Here they are.

Beautiful!

Just beautiful!

Beautiful.

I don't see how you can
bear to part with them.

Well, if I'm going to catch
that plane for Paris, I--

Oh, my aunt can drive
you to the airport,

can't you, darling?

I should be delighted to.

Goodbye, Lady Avon.

Goodbye.

It's a pleasure to
do business with you.

Goodbye, sir.

Oh, allow me.

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Darling, I did everything
just as you told me.

But was it
absolutely necessary

to have that horrible
woman search me?

She was so thorough.

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You know, darling,
I didn't get anything

to eat on the plane.

Is there any caviar
in the house?

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My difficulty with
the customs official

turned out to be
rather serious.

He found my aunt
in the trunk.

Quite dead, of course.

But it was a peculiar
place for her to be.

He was terribly upset.

You see, she had no passport,

and they're very
strict, you know.

I'm very much afraid I shall
have to change my plans

and continue
without her.

But my trip
is a short one.

I shall be
back in a week.

Until then, au revoir.