All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S03E38.The.Impromptu.Murder.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I must interrupt this program
to make a grave announcement.

The invasion from Mars
is already underway.

I repeat,
the invasion from Mars
is already underway.

Martians have actually landed
and are among us.

We have captured some of them

and will show them to you now
so that you can
know your enemy.

You may have seen
some of these
creatures in your city.

They have rounded backs,

a body that looks
like a tired balloon,

pointed red feet with no toes,

and long colored legs.

Here are the prisoners
we have taken so far.

This one was captured
in broad daylight

at the Sans
Souci Canasta club.

Notice the needle point heel,

probably lethal.

The uniform seems
to have been designed

so that we can't tell
which way this one's going.

Very deceptive.

Notice the knapsack
and the space
for weapon storage.

And look at the shoes.

Obviously,
they were never designed
for the human foot.

And here we have
the most dangerous type.

Notice the high oblong head
and the cloche helmet.

The creature can
at a moment's notice

inflate this for
a fast return to Mars.

Take them to our leader.

And now speaking
of our beloved leader,

I feel it is indeed
fitting and proper

that in this moment
of grave worldwide danger

he give us one of his
one-minute
inspirational talks.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Holsom.

It's the post, sir.

Thank you.

Well. Here's one
from Miss Wilkinson.

Do you remember her, Holsom?

Oh, yes, sir. I do indeed.

She's passing
this way next week
and will look in for a chat.

Rather odd.

Not a word from
her in nine years

and now she
decides to pass this way.

Definitely odd.

I wonder what she wants
this time.

WILKINSON:
You must be very proud that

your brother's been
elected Mayor, Miss Daw.

Oh, yes, of course,
I'm very proud indeed.

Though I must
admit that the prospect

of acting as
mayoress quite terrifies me.

I'm not at all good at mixing
with people, I'm afraid.

Oh, nonsense, nonsense.

Don't give it a thought.
You'll be excellent.

I do hope so.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Well,
with all your new duties,
it'll be a relief

to dispense with some of your
other responsibilities,
I daresay.

No. No,
indeed. I'm quite prepared

to carry on for my
clients as before.

I shan't let anyone down,
you may be sure.

WILKINSON: Oh, yes, I'm sure.

But at least it'll work
no hardship on you

to be free of the bothers
of my affairs.

No bother whatsoever,
Miss Wilkinson.

Of course,
if you're dissatisfied...

No, no. On the contrary
I was very pleased.

But it seems that the King
has practically
commanded my brother

to enlarge his factory.

Oh. How interesting.

Yes, isn't it?

Of course my brother can use
every penny he can
lay his hands on.

He says that he can double
my money in six months.

So it seems almost a duty
to invest with him,
doesn't it?

Well now, perhaps it does,
if one thinks of it that way.

Of course, you understand that
your shares can't be sold

at anything like their
original worth today.

At not even half, perhaps.

Even so, if my money's
doubled in six months...

Well, I should just be back
where I started, shouldn't I?

And from then on
it'll be pure profit.

Surely the war will last
that long, don't you think?

Oh, I don't think I
care to have you depend

on my opinion there,
Miss Wilkinson,

but if it didn't
you'd be ruined.

You do understand that,
of course?

Well, yes,
but I shall take the risk.

I feel it's worth the risk
to have the war done with.

Oh, yes.

I can't think of
any other reason

why I shouldn't, can you, Mr.
Daw?

No I can't, Miss Wilkinson.

I think it's
probably an excellent idea.

LUCY: Lunch is served, ma'am.

Bring it with you.

Thank you.

(CHOKING)

(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING)

(CARRIAGE APPROACHING)

(BELL RINGING)

This platform, ma'am.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Good morning, Barclay.

Good morning to you.
Say, you're a bit early,
ain't you?

Yes, I am.
A client of mine,

she's up in first class ahead,

a lady who spent
the night with us.

Wanted to get up
to London early,
so I thought I'd see her off

and travel with her
as far as Little Mede.

It's my day there, you know.

As a matter of
fact I was coming
to see you myself today.

It won't take long
if you care to talk now.

Well...
But maybe you want
to get back to the lady.

Oh, no, I can spare you
a few moments. Certainly.

This carriage is empty.

Let's step in here.

Good.

Good afternoon sir.

Good afternoon.

Well, what's this,
no tea today?

Oh...
I thought I'd be late.

It's all ready,
sir, but Miss Daw,

I don't know if
she's coming down.

She's been that queer all day,
stayed in her room.

We thought we should
send for Dr. Gardner,
but she said no, we wasn't to,

that she just wanted to rest.

I'd better see what's amiss.

I'll just run up
and have a look.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

HENRY: Marjorie!

Marjorie, are you awake?

Yes.

My dear girl.

What's wrong?

Well,
now, if you're feeling ill

we must send for Dr.
Gardner at once.

No, I'm not ill

and I don't want Dr. Gardner.

Very well, my dear.

You do whatever
you think is best.

You see,
Henry, ordinarily we should

have to be quite
suspicious of you.

A woman comes to her solicitor
to withdraw her capital

and then
mysteriously disappears.

Oh, now, look here, Charles,
after all these years...

Yes, I suppose you would.

However there must be
evidence which would help...

Exactly.

Since the carriage man,
the station
master and the porter

all definitely
place Miss Wilkinson
on that train to London,

it leaves you in the clear.

However,
we've been able to find
no trace of Miss Wilkinson

since she boarded that train.

I do hope that you can be
of some help to us there.

Well,
I can place her on the train
as far as Little Mede.

That's all I'm afraid.

What, you mean
you rode with
her to Little Mede?

Yes. Well,
that is, most of the way.

I went once to wash my hands,

and on the way back I stopped
to talk to a client
who'd got on at Merton.

A farmer by
the name of Barclay.

But I was back in the carriage
before we reached Little Mede,

so I can definitely say
she was there.

Was there anyone
else in the compartment
with you and Miss Wilkinson?

No, just the two of us.

Not many on those
early trains, you know.

Now,
let me just get this clear.

Although you
traveled to Little Mede
with Miss Wilkinson

you did not accompany her
to the station?

That's correct.

Wasn't that rather odd?

Well, I...

Yes, of course it was.

Charles,

I hope you'll treat
this in confidence.

I wouldn't like Miss Wilkinson
to ever hear about it,
or anyone else.

Yes, of course.

The fact is...

You know,
it's still dark at 6:00.

Well, she was making
rather a lot of the situation.

Giggling and
simpering and saying
it was all most unconventional

and she hoped
there would be no talk.

You know,
a maiden lady of these years

can quite genuinely imagine
that things have happened

which haven't happened at all.

Do you remember that case
in Peterborough last month?

Yes, of course.

So I thought it
would be better
if I walk to the station.

And did you?
Yes.

Now, can you recall anything
Miss Wilkinson
said at any time,

anything which
would indicate that

she was under
some kind of stress?

Anything which
would seem to you

in the least bit
out of the ordinary?

I'm sorry, Charles.
I can't think of a thing.

Well, if you do think
of anything, however trivial,

you'll be sure
and let me know, won't you?

Oh, indeed I shall.

I'm most concerned about her.

Besides,
we came to no final decision

about
the investment of her capital
in her brother's factory.

Oh?

And you feel you
shouldn't do this
without consulting her first?

Oh, positively not.

In a matter of this importance
I shouldn't dream of acting

without definite instructions
from the client.

I see.

Well, I must be running along.
Thank you, Henry.

Goodbye, Charles.

Never mind. Goodbye, Henry.

Let me know
if there's anything I can do.

MARJORIE: Is it still rising?

Yes.

The fields at the river's edge

must be six or eight feet
under water by this time.

Well, come
and have your tea, dear.

It won't help
to worry about it.

If it doesn't
stop we shall have to
postpone tomorrow's ceremony.

And with Colonel
Sir Francis Garrold
coming too

we can't dedicate
the Roll of Honor indoors.

No, dear, of course not.

But I'm sure
you've realized by now

that no one can
have everything
just as he would like it.

No. Of course, my dear.

HENRY:
And so we are met here today
in solemn purpose

to dedicate this Roll of Honor

which bears the names of those
brave men of Swallowsbath

who have made
the ultimate sacrifice.

Who have given
their very lives

in this grim and
crucial conflict.

To speak of them,

to honor them at
these ceremonies,

there could be no
one more fitted,
more appropriate

than a man who has been
one of them himself.

And we are indeed fortunate

that such a man has consented
to address us here today.

I refer to and I am
proud to introduce...

MAN: Look!

...a man whom in truth
needs no introduction.

(PEOPLE MUTTERING)

One whom is
well-known to all of us

by the record of
his valiant exploits,

Colonel Sir Francis Garrold.

MAN: It's a body!
It's a body!

(WOMAN GASPING)

(ALL CLAMORING)

It's a man!
No, it's a woman!

It's a matter
of identification, Henry.

It occurred to
me that the body

might possibly
be Miss Wilkinson.

It seems highly unlikely.
How could it get back here?

I dare say you're right.

But the doctor says
the time factor
seems to coincide.

So I thought,
under the circumstances

you might come
along to the mortuary

for a look and
give us your opinion.

(STUTTERING)
No, I couldn't possibly.

I can't bear
the sight of a dead body.

I know how you feel,

but you do understand
we have to make
quite certain, don't you?

Very well.

No!

No, it's not like her at all.
Not at all.

Well, I certainly appreciate
your coming, Henry.

We do have to
make sure, you know.

Oh.

Good afternoon, Charles.

Good afternoon, Henry.

I wonder if I might
have another word with you?

Very well. Come along in.

Is your sister about?

No. She's not feeling well.

She's delicate, you know,
and that
business this afternoon,

that was rather a shock.

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry to hear it though.

Because it was she
I wanted to see mainly.

I wanted to ask
her to come down
and view the body too.

Why, that's absolutely
out of the question.

I couldn't possibly allow her
to be put through
to such an ordeal.

And besides, it's pointless.

I knew Miss Wilkinson
much better than Marjorie did,

and I have already said
the body couldn't be hers.

Henry,
when you looked at the face,

did you notice
anything peculiar,

possibly resulting
from the exposure?

Are you
suggesting that I didn't

examine the body properly,
Charles?

Yes. I'm suggesting you kept
your eyes shut the whole time.

It's not uncommon
for people to keep

their eyes closed
when viewing a corpse.

For instance,
a murderer will do it
nine times out of ten,

when the body is his victim.

Why, that's
an outrageous insinuation!

Suppose I did
keep my eyes closed?

It couldn't be her,

and I have told
you I cannot stand
the sight of a dead body.

Yes, but you see,
Henry, that makes

your
identification quite useless.

So now if you
would be kind enough

to ask your
sister to come down.

I'm sorry, Charles,
but I must refuse.

My sister is not strong enough
to be dragged into this.

Henry,
as much as I would regret it,

if you force us to,

we shall have to
take the necessary

legal steps to
secure your sister's...

No! No, Charles. No, no...

(PATTERING)

I cannot allow you
to put her through

the torture of
your inquisition.

Nor to try and
make her an accessory.

She had nothing to do
with this at any time.

I, and I al...

I killed Miss Wilkinson.

Then she did need her money?

Yes.

And you didn't have it?

No.

We...

We'd been put to
considerable expense
in the past few years.

(PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me, Charles.

Hello?

Oh, one moment, please.

It's for you, Charlie.

Inspector Tarrant here.

Yes.

What's that?

Was he absolutely sure?

I see. All right, thank you.

Now then, Henry,

after you had killed
Miss Wilkinson,

what did you do with the body?

I buried it near the river
under a slab of stone.

I still can't understand
how it got washed up.

I've had no opportunity
to go and look yet.

Well, we can go now.

Miss Wilkinson's brother
was called down
from London, you see,

and he has just
told my assistant
that the body at the mortuary

positively is not hers.

So much for
the strange case of Henry Daw.

For the next minute I
intend to step over to

the stockade and
interrogate our prisoners.

After which I'll buzz back.

I wish to state categorically

that all the statements
made previously
were facetious,

that no invasion from
Mars has taken place,

and that
the attractive costumes

you see on these
lovely earthlings

are the final step
in a gradual evolution

toward the ultimate in beauty.

I shall be back...

I shall be back next week
with another story.

Until then, good night.