All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S03E26.Bull.in.a.China.Shop.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening, aficionados.

Tonight's story is called
"Bull in a China Shop,"

so we decided to indulge
in a bit of bullfighting.

An obvious case of
mistaken identity.

Originally I was
to have appeared

in the skintight
pants of a matador,

however, at the last moment,

it was decided that
this was a sight for which

the television
audience was not yet ready.

Television is like
bullfighting in one respect.

They both have what is called
"the moment of truth."

In bullfighting,
it is the moment
the matador faces the bull,

before he converts
him to hamburger.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment of truth.

Good afternoon.
I'm Dennis O'Finn.

I'm Miss Hildy-Lou.

Welcome to 909 Lexington.

Oh, thank you.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Good afternoon.

These are my guests.

Miss Birdie.

Miss Birdie.

Miss Bessie.
Miss Bessie.

Miss Samantha.

Miss Samantha.

It was so nice of you
to drop by.

Well, it's so nice of you
to ask me.

Since we're neighbors,
it's high time
we became friends.

Yes, that's what
we've been thinking.

That's why we called.

(SHUSHING)

Now, what's the trouble?
One of you lovely ladies

misplace a thimble
or a pair of scissors?

Oh, no.
Why, we wouldn't bother you
for a thing like that.

Well,
you're not trying to tell me

it has anything
to do with my job?

You know what I do.

Oh,
yes, we know all about you.

You're Mr. Dennis O'Finn,

you're 45 years old,
you live across the court,

and you're not even married.

And you have

a strawberry mark on
your left shoulder.

And you do
exercises every morning,

and you're
a detective first class
in Homicide.

Well,
you've done a thorough job.

You seem to know more about me
than my own mother.

Now, what can I do for you?

How did it happen?

Doesn't she look pretty?
Poor Elizabeth.

BESSIE: The lavender hankie
is so becoming.

SAMANTHA: My beaded bag.

And my feather boa.

Poor Elizabeth. What a shame
she couldn't be
here to enjoy it all.

Have you called a doctor?

There's no need, she's dead.

But your doctor has to sign
the death certificate.

I can't tell you
how sorry I am.

Oh, Mr. O'Finn.

Aren't you going to
ask us any questions?

No.

Yes, we thought
you would have to investigate.

Oh,
now I see why you called me.

But you don't understand.
My business isn't
natural death, it's murder.

Oh, I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to frighten you.

Tell me,
was she ill very long?

No. She went in a few minutes.

We'd appreciate it
if you'd take
care of everything.

DENNIS: I'm sorry,
but that's not my job.

Of course, we'd be
glad to see you again.

I said, "I'm sorry,
that's not my job."

Oh.

I'll send the coroner.

But you will come back?

Well, it's nice of
you to ask me, but they

keep me pretty busy
down at headquarters.

Ladies.

Don't bother to see me out.

You sure get stuck
with the doozies,
don't you?

Seems so.

Why couldn't I
have been off-duty
when those ladies called?

Oh, since when have
you been one to object
to the company of ladies?

I felt like a bull in
a china shop in that place.

Poor old things.
Just kind of sitting around,
waiting to die.

You should have seen the way
that corpse was decked out.

Like she was going to a party.

Sounds like she was all
ready for her funeral.

I can tell you they
gave me the willies.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Hello, Kramer. Oh, yeah.

Here,
it's the coroner for you.

Hello, Bill.

Yeah, the old lady
from 909 Lexington.

What?

Are you sure?

Arsenic?

One, two,

three, four, five.

Don't you think we
might have an extra one?
Mr. O'Finn is such a big man.

Well, he may be a big man,
but that doesn't
make him a glutton.

Please?

Oh, well, since it's for him.

Thank you.

Isn't it nice to have a man
coming to the house again?

Oh, I can't see it makes much
difference one
way or the other.

No, no difference at all.

But you haven't
worn that apron

since the roofers
were here six years ago.

I wish I had my feather boa.

I haven't been
without it on important

occasions like this
in the last 30 years.

I know what you mean, dear.

I can't seem to find
a safe place for my money

now that my
beaded bag is gone.

What money?

Have you been
holding out on us,
Miss Samantha?

Oh, no. Just some French coins
that I saved
from my grand tour.

What a pity we
gave all our things

to Elizabeth. She
can't appreciate them now.

(SHUSHING) The dead
are never far away.

Besides, she looked so
pretty for Mr. O'Finn.

That's why we
gave them to her.

One, two, three,

four, five.

There, that's just enough.

What about a place
for Miss Elizabeth
in memoriam?

Why, of course we will.

And we'll draw straws
to see who sits next to Mr.
O'Finn.

Like we do for all
important decisions.

Oh!

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Sakes! He's here!

Oh, he's here. He's here!

Ladies.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr. O'Finn.

Good afternoon, ladies.

ALL: Good afternoon.

I'm glad to see that
you're all bearing up
so well in your bereavement.

I brought these back.
I thought you
might like to keep them

as reminders of
your departed friend.

My beaded bag!

My lavender kerchief.

My feather boa.
I thought I'd
never see it again.

We don't need this anymore
now that he's here.

Now I see how you
know so much about me.

There's a law
against peeping ladies,
you know.

You won't tell
on us, will you?

I promise I won't tell.

As a matter of fact, I'm here
on much more serious business.

Ladies,
I'm sorry to inform you

that your dear friend,
Miss Elizabeth,

did not die of natural causes.

Now, not another word
until we've all sat down.

A tea party!

Oh, isn't this fun?

(EXCLAIMS)

Something wrong?

Yes,
you've just sat on Elizabeth.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Now, about Miss Elizabeth.

You see, the coroner
discovered that she

swallowed a rather
large dose of arsenic.

Oh?
Would you like a cup of tea?

Don't trouble.

Where do you suppose
she got the arsenic?

It's no trouble. Cup of tea?

Ladies,
I must tell you that I'm here
in an official capacity.

How nice.

This arsenic,
where did it come from?

From the cupboard, of course.

Oh, of course.

You see, it's no trouble,
a cup of tea, really.

Look, there's
an extra biscuit for you.

What would
the arsenic be doing
in your cupboard?

That's where I
keep the rat poison,
in an old sugar container.

Elizabeth was naughty,
rummaging there.

It's one of
the rules of my house.

Well,
for that bit of boldness,

the poor woman was
certainly punished.

Take sugar in your tea?

I really haven't the time,
and I'm not much for tea.

Oh.

Do you have tea
with all of your meals?

HILDY-LOU: Why, yes.

And I suppose
the tea canister is kept

in the same
cupboard with the sugar?

I mean, with the arsenic.

Are you trying to
tell Miss Hildy-Lou
how to run her kitchen?

Heaven forbid.

I presume you ladies believe
it was an accident?

She mistook the arsenic
for the sugar?

ALL: Oh, yes.
It was an accident.

A very fatal accident.
Poor Miss Elizabeth.

ALL:
What are you going to do now,
Mr. O'Finn?

Excuse me, ladies.

Mr. O'Finn.

Won't you be
coming back again?

Just in case you find out
something more
about poor Elizabeth?

You mean, in case it
wasn't an accident?

Won't you be coming back again
to find clues?

I'm sure
the house is full of them,
dear Mr. O'Finn.

DENNIS:
The boys from the crime lab
will be over later.

Oh, dear. I thought
you were handling it.

You mean,
we won't be seeing you again?

You ladies had
better find a more

suitable place for
that particular canister.

BESSIE: He's gone.
He's really gone.

(BESSIE SOBBING)

And he's never coming back.

We'll see about that.

Can you see him?

And I can see
the strawberry mark
on his left shoulder.

(HUMMING)

(SINGING MY MOTHER
AND FATHER WERE IRISH)

(SINGING LOUDLY)

(GROANS)

What's the matter?
What happened?

He shut us out.

Oh, dear.

Well, what will we do now?

Now, tell me, what happened?

Oh, ask Miss Hildy-Lou.
She found her.
Isn't that right?

Is that true?

Yes, I did. I...

It was just before teatime,

and I came in
here with the tray
and found her lying there.

I was so upset,
I dropped the whole thing.

Has anyone touched anything?

Miss Birdie?

When I saw her
and I knew you were coming,

I gave her my
feather boa to wear,
but only for a lend.

And I gave her my
lavender hankie.
She did like it so much.

No. I didn't touch anything.
I had nothing to give her.

Oh, yes, I did.

I gave her an extra cup of tea
before teatime.

She complained
of being hungry.

May I have the cup?

Oh,
I washed it and put it away.
It was the good china.

Oh, I see, the good china.

Ladies, I'm afraid this time
you're in for
a thorough investigation.

I'm afraid you're
in real trouble.

Oh! Do you think it's murder?

(SHUSHING) Hildy-Lou.

Yes.
As a matter of fact, I do.

Tea canister, negative.

Arsenic canister, negative.

We've given them every test.
There's not even
a single print.

And once again,
these led nowhere.

But the medical lab proved
that tea was
loaded with arsenic.

Oh, it's murder, all right.
There must be
a clue somewhere.

What I don't understand
is how the murderer knew

which one of the ladies
would be drinking tea next.

It's a puzzler.

It is, if you
consider the murderer was

after Miss
Samantha in particular.

I have a hunch
she didn't care
who drank tea next.

She just plops
the arsenic in the tea

and says first come,
first serve.

But why?

Why?

I wish I knew.

What would they gain
by the death of Miss Samantha?

She certainly
didn't have any money.

From what I've seen,
they all live together

with the peace and
quiet of a band of angels.

Maybe one of them
went off her rocker.

One of them. Which one?

They all knew where
the tea was and they

all knew where
the arsenic was kept.

But Miss Hildy-Lou admitted
that she was the one

who gave the extra cup of tea
to Miss Samantha.

She must be the one.

TECHNICIAN: That's too simple.

Don't forget
that the pot of tea,
as well as the canister,

contained enough arsenic
to knock off
a whole city block.

Well, whoever it is,
they're getting

a good start right
here at 909 Lexington.

Well, that leaves
Miss Hildy-Lou out.

She wouldn't want
to lose her income
as landlady of that house.

Yeah, you're right.
Besides, Miss
Hildy-Lou prepared that tea.

If she knew it was poisoned,
she certainly

wouldn't sit down
and drink it herself.

I think I've got it.

I never thought
I'd see the day

when I'd have a word
to say against him,

but I don't think Mr.
O'Finn is very bright.

What an awful thing to say.

I think you should be ashamed!

You needn't shout.
I'm not deaf.

Well? It's been three days.
We haven't seen him.

He hasn't even
come up with a clue.

Solving murder's hard work.

Mr. O'Finn will
come up with an answer.
You see if I'm not right.

I don't know.
Maybe Bessie's right.

Mr.
O'Finn has been in Homicide
for over 20 years.

They haven't kept
him there for nothing.

Maybe he's running down.
Could happen.

Maybe he's met his
match for the first time.

I have faith in him.

That forehead of his.
A man with a forehead
like that just can't fail.

My fiancé, Jonas,
had a forehead like that.
A man of real character.

He got away, didn't he?

That's exactly what I mean.

No matter how hard
I tried to get him,
he always got away.

That showed determination,
strength.

I've never stopped
loving him for it.

Tell us about Jonas.
I love to hear
you speak of him.

Well...

(DOORBELL RINGS)

That's him. Mr. O'Finn.

Paperboy, more likely.

Enter, Mr. O'Finn.

Good afternoon.

Won't you come in?

Good afternoon, ladies.

BOTH: Good afternoon, Mr.
O'Finn.

Now, you all say
nothing was touched after

Miss Samantha's
death was discovered.

That's right.
No, nothing was.

Not a thing.

I came in and found her
and dropped the tray,
as I told you.

Miss Hildy-Lou,
I arrest you for the murders

of Miss Elizabeth
and Miss Samantha.

Oh, Mr. O'Finn, I think
you're just marvelous.

See, I told you he was smart.

How did you figure it out?

You do understand
what I'm saying?

Oh, yes.

And I think it was
very clever of you
to have found out.

It couldn't have
been anyone else.

See, when we put
the cups together,
we found one piece missing.

That gave me a clue.

The cup handle was missing.

The handles were
missing on all of the cups.

And that decided you
that I had done it?

The lady who
carried these dishes in
is a frugal, hardworking soul

who's managed to
support herself

by running this
boarding house.

She's had to learn
to scrimp and to save,

to take care of her
meager possessions.

That's why she
used cups like these,
without handles,

because she knew in advance
they would be broken.

She knew there'd be
a corpse in this room
even before she entered.

Because she
couldn't bear to break
her one good set of dishes.

Didn't I tell you
a man with a forehead
like that would figure it out?

Now what'll we do?

If you'll get
your things ready,
we'll go down to headquarters.

Oh, certainly.

Either one of us
could have done
the same thing.

We enjoyed visiting with you
as much as she did.

I guess Hildy-Lou
had more spirit.

She knew how to
bring you back here.

(HILDY-LOU HUMMING JOYFULLY)

I'm ready, Mr. O'Finn.

You realize anything you say
can be used against you?

Oh, yes, of course.
I've so much to tell you.

It'll be a nice,
intimate little chat,
just between you and me.

Goodbye, girls.

Goodbye, Hildy-Lou.

(SCOFFS)

(SQUEALS)

This is the most
exciting evening
of my whole life.

Ladies.

Come, Mr. O'Finn.

So it was the beautiful body
of Dennis O'Finn that
was the cause of it all.

(CHUCKLES)

Knock it off, will you?
How do you think I feel?

Miss Hildy-Lou murdering
because of me.

Don't feel bad.
She loved the sacrifice.

Sure,
those ladies would be willing

to endure
anything for your sake

and just for
a glint from your eye.

Oh! And who knows?

Maybe one of them
will murder again
just for the sight of you.

(LAUGHING)

That's what I'm afraid of.

Suppose Miss
Bessie or Miss Birdie...

That's why I asked
to be taken off Homicide.

What?

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Whoever this is,
tell them I've
been transferred.

To Arson.

Hello?

(SIRENS WAILING)

DISPATCHER: Cars 22 and 23,
proceed to 909 Lexington.

Four-alarm fire.

Cars 22 and 23, proceed...

I hope you
weren't too disappointed

that our story
contained neither a bull
nor a china shop.

As for the ending, eventually
Miss Bessie became
enamored of a fireman,

a love which
ultimately consumed her.

And now a word
from our sponsor,

after which I shall flit back.

Now a word from our sponsor.

The poor fellow
is just too modest
to come out.

We'll have to encourage him
with some applause.

That will teach you
to encourage someone.

Fortunately,
I have no such reticence.

I shall be back next week,
whether you want me or not.

But I do hope you'll
see fit to join us.

Until then, good night.