All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S05E09.Dead.Weight.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening, fellow motorists.

The road signs became so dense

that I had to abandon
my automobile

and proceed on foot.

I do hope the time never comes

when billboards will obscure
this lovely scenery.

Actually, I believe
these are seedling signs.

This is where
the Highway Department

grows them.

You are probably more familiar
with the wild variety

that springs up
along the roadside.

Tonight’s play has a connection,

however tenuous,
with the foregoing.

In it,
you will see an automobile.

The play is called
"Dead Weight"

and will begin
after this one-minute detour.

Slow, man.
Make it slow.

Now put your hands up.

Easy. That’s right.

What do you want?

Okay, Ivy League.

Now open the door,
smooth and easy.

That’s right.

Now you slide out,
nice and easy

-like before--
-Now, listen.

I said move.
And I mean right now.

Now face the car.
I said face it! Now.

Put your hands out,
lean on it.

Okay, baby.
Now you slide out.

-Now, look--
-Shut up,

man of distinction.

Now, put your hands
back there. Come on!

Now, doll,
you slide out

and bring the keys with you.

Hey, baby,
I said bring the keys.

Oh, oh, cool.
Smooth hands.

Yeah, that’s nice.

-But that’s for later, honey.
-If you’ve got

-any ideas about--
-I got lots of ideas, man.

I’m crawling with ’em.

Hey, you’re
pretty well-heeled, chum.

"Courtney N. Masterson."

Wow, what a square name!

Hey, what’s that "N"
stand for, Courtney?

None of your business.

I asked you a question,
mister.

Now, look, you’ve got
what you wanted,

why don’t you let us alone?

-[gunshot]
-[screams]

Now, I asked you what that "N"
stands for, Courtney.

Nesbitt.

Courtney Nesbitt Masterson.
Wow, dad.

Like they didn’t want
to give you any first names

just last one.
Why’s that?

Very well, Courtney.

Here’s your keys.

I’d like my wallet, too.
You can keep the money.

But there are some papers in it

-that are worthless to you.
-Forget it, dad.

-It’s not over yet.
-Oh, please, let us go!

Cool it, baby.
Now you open the trunk.

-There’s nothing in the--
-I said open it!

All right.
Take all that junk out
and toss it on the ground.

-Now what?
-Now you get in, cat.

Oh, please, I have
some money, too.

It’s in my purse in the car.

You just take that
and we’ll say nothing.

[laughing]
Ain’t that nice?

But I’m not
after your bread, baby.

-What do you mean?
-I mean, I’m coming to you.

But first we gotta tuck in
little ol’ Courtney
Nesbitt Masterson.

You dig how it is?
[chuckles]

[groans]

Now, you get up.
You get up slow, dad,

or I’m going
to slice you pretty.

[Courtney]
All right, sonny boy.

If you think that knife’s faster
than this gun of yours,
slice away.

-You’re all right, Peg?
-[Peg] Yes.

Come on!

[laughing]

-Now, look, mister...
-Now, you lean against the car.

Nice and easy, man.

Now...

Get in the trunk.

Hey, now, look, I never
woulda gone through with it.

I mean, really.
I was only kiddin’, that’s all.

A great kidder, you are.

You would have killed me
if you could. Get in the trunk!

In the trunk!

You make me get in here,
I’m not gonna forget it,
Courtney.

In the trunk!

[sobbing]

There’s nothing
to be afraid of now.

Oh! Oh, Court.

-[sobbing]
-Stop it.

I really thought
he was going to--

Stop thinking about it.

-Let’s get away from here.
-Right away.

[sobbing]

Now, what are we going to do?

We’re going to drop
our little friend off

at a police station.

Will it be in all the papers?

I can just see the headline now,

"Advertising executive
captures Lovers Lane Bandit."

Great piece of publicity.

You’re right.
It’ll make great reading,

except, of course,
to your wife.

[officer] You better have
that rear tire checked.

Well, why didn’t you tell him?

I don’t know what to do.

You knew what to do before
you thought about your wife.

That’s what’s really
bothering you, isn’t it?

What if it is?

Same old, Courtney,
aren’t you?

Always cautious, safe,
and respectable.

You’ll never change.

"Oh, Carol, honey,
I just happened to run
into an old friend of mine

at the Ad Club after work

and we were just cutting up
a few touches when--"

Cut it out, Peg. I know that’s
the way it happened, but...

She’ll find out I’ve been
in town for ten days, darling.

She won’t believe this is
the first time you’ve seen me.

I told her I was going
to work late at the office

on a new account.
I was, too.

After I had dinner at the club.

How was I to know
I was going to see you there?

[sighs]

Maybe I could just give him
a big scare and let him go.

He’d know there was something
fishy if you did that.

He knows my name, too.

Did you see the way he looked at
me when he got in the trunk?

He won’t forget
I made him do that.

You should have killed him
back there.

Killed him?

Peg, think what you’re saying.

Yes, you could have said that
you were just out there alone.

and that you stopped there to,
you know, think out
some business problems.

Who’d buy that?
A man parked up there alone.

What’s so wrong with that?

Well, it just isn’t practical,
that’s all.

The police have
all sorts of ways
of checking things,

like the tire marks...

-Peg.
-What?

Do you realize
we’ve driving along

seriously discussing murder?

I’d say it was more
killing in self-defense.

But a man’s life.

He’s not a man,
he’s a beast.

I’m not leaving until you tell
me what you’re going to do.

I don’t know yet.

But you’ve got to do something!

I realize that.

Suppose...

Suppose it never happened.

-But it did!
-No, you know what I mean.

We met at the club at dinner,
just as we did.

Then we went to my office
and discussed the Dixon affair.

Well, that’s logical,
I guess.

Then I brought you
directly here,
at half past one.

I don’t think anybody
will ask anything about it,
but if they do...

nothing happened.

Think you can bluff
that through?

I can try.

Oh, Court!

I didn’t mean to cause you
any trouble.

Wasn’t your fault.

I was stupid.

Drive up there
and start behaving
like a sophomore.

-I liked it.
-So did I.

-I was surprised.
-Surprised?

Surprised...

that I felt this way
after such a long time.

Oh, I’m glad.

Court...

what do you
intend to do about him?

I don’t know.

Whatever it is,
it won’t involve you.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

-Get out.
-Okay. Okay.

Easy now.
Just take it easy, huh?

Hey, look.
Now, please.

Please, Mr. Masterson,
if you just forget about it,
I’d never do it again.

-I wish I could believe that.
-Oh, you can, honest.

And you wouldn’t be sorry,
either.

I mean, I’d play it cool
from now on, really.

Well, we talked it over,
and we decided--

Hey, where is she?

The chick, I mean. Um, Peg.
That’s her name, isn’t it?

That’s no concern of yours.

You know, if you let me go,
you wouldn’t have to answer
any questions.

So that would be nice,
wouldn’t it? I mean,

the cops can ask some
pretty embarrassing questions.

Listen, I’m trying
to give you a break,
I’m trying to be nice to you.

[chuckles]

Don’t make me laugh.
Man, I’m gonna flip.

You don’t want them cops
around here any more than I do.

Now, suppose
we just knock off all this bull

and I get out of here.

And from here on out,
I don’t know you

and you don’t know me.

For how long?

You know?
That’s an interesting question.

I hadn’t even thought about it.

-You would have.
-[chuckles]

Yeah, you’re right, Courtney.

You wanna know something?

I think you’re
in worse trouble than me.

So you and I, we’ll just forget
about it, for a while.

But I’ll be seeing you. Hmm?

So long, pop.

Wait a minute.

Don’t you want this?

[chuckles]

Oh, yeah.
Thanks, Courtney.

-I forgot--
-[gunshot]

Are you in the habit
of picking up hitchhikers,
Mr. Masterson?

No, not as a rule.

Then why did you
pick this boy up?

It was, as you say,
after 1:30 in the morning.

Wouldn’t you say that was
a dangerous thing to do?

I know it was, now.
I... didn’t think then.

Where’d you think
he was going?

Up the canyon road,
somewhere or...

I remember thinking
at the time

how unpleasant it would be
to have to walk

for any distance up that road
at that time of night.

Look, I’m trying to tell you
what happened.

I’m trying to cooperate, but...

But what, Mr. Masterson?

Well, your questions, they...

They what?

-Am I on trial or something?
-Should you be?

Of course not.

I admit I killed the boy,
but it was him or me.

He told me
he was going to kill me.

I made a grab for the gun,
there was a fight,

and the gun went off.

Outside the car.

I told you it was
outside the car.
He made me get out.

He made me put my hands
against the car
and lean on it.

He must have seen it
in the movies or something.

[phone ringing]

Lieutenant Ward.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

No, that’s fine.

All right.

No, you can bring
the car in now.

But we’ll keep it a day or two.

Yeah.

All right.

Your story checks insofar

as the time of death of the boy
is concerned.

You mean, there are
other parts of the story
that don’t check?

Is there any reason why
the rest of your story

shouldn’t check,
Mr. Masterson?

None whatever.

The boy that you killed
was named Rudy Stickney.

He’s been in and out
of trouble since he was 12.

He did time a year ago
for armed robbery.

He liked guns.

You’re a lucky man,
Mr. Masterson.

Lucky he didn’t kill you.

I’m sorry if we’ve seemed
to be unnecessarily rough
on you,

but we had to make sure
all the pieces fit.

-I understand.
-As it is,

you probably saved the state
a lot of money.

I’m sure that in the end
the result
would have been the same,

but at the tax-payers’ expense.

Personally, I think
there’s nothing lower

than a punk kid
who takes advantage
of a kindness.

Uh, need I warn you

about picking up hitchhikers
in the future?

No. I’ve learned my lesson,
I really have.

Am I, uh, free to go now?

Yes, we have your car.

As I said on the phone,
we would like to keep it
a day or two,

if you don’t mind.
Sergeant Phillips

will see that you get home
in a squad car.

We’ll be in touch with you
in a few days, Mr. Masterson.

Thank you.

[Courtney]
Thank you, officer.

I’ve been so worried
about you, Courtney.

After your call,
I just couldn’t go back to bed.

Nothing to worry about.

Everything’s under control.

Court?

Court, why didn’t you want me
down there with you?

Well, there was no need.

Did you really kill a man?

Yes.

Only it was a boy,
a young hoodlum.

I picked him up.

He threatened to kill me.

He had a gun.

It must’ve been horrible
out there
on that mountain road.

All alone.

Can I get you something to eat?

No, thanks.

I’ll just have a drink.

What I really need
is some sleep.

You poor dear.

You must be exhausted.

Weren’t you frightened?

I’d have been scared to death.

Yes, I was frightened.

Want to tell me about it?

I had dinner at the Ad Club.

Then I went to the office and...

worked on the Dixon pitch.

[woman]
Oh, Mr. Masterson.

Good morning, Rita.

We didn’t know you’d be in
after, after what happened.

Well, there was a moment there
when I thought
I might never be in.

[woman] Oh, good morning,
Mr. Masterson.

Good morning, Mary.

Mr. Callahan, and Mr. Ivy
send their congratulations.

And they want to see you,
when you have a moment.

Thank you.

And I want to add
my congratulations to it.

It must have been
really something.

It was, Mary. It was.

Oh, Mr. Masterson.

There’s a man
waiting for you in my office.

-A detective.
-Send him in.

- Go in, please.
-Thank you.

Mr. Masterson,
I’m Lester Eldridge.

My secretary says
you’re from the police.

I suppose you want to talk
about last night.

Uh, yes, there are
some details to be cleared up.

Well, I told your boys
all I know.

They know
as much about it as I do.

I told your secretary
I was a detective, and I am.

She assumed I was
a police detective.

It was an assumption
I let her retain.

Actually, I retired
from the force two years ago

to go into the private end
of the business.

For the past five days,

I’ve been working
on a routine case
for a suspicious wife.

It was routine until last night.

You weren’t out of my sight
for two minutes last night,
Mr. Masterson.

You know, I thought
before I made a report
to your wife,

or the police,

it would be mutually profitable

if you and I discussed it first.

Private enterprise
should be encouraged.

But I think Mr. Eldridge
was carrying it a bit far.

There was one further
development, however.

It seems that Mr. Eldridge
also had a suspicious wife

and he too had been followed
the preceding night.

If you don’t follow that,
perhaps you’ll be interested

in the following,
which is what I shall follow.

I have just been surprised
by a policeman

who was lurking
in the underbrush.

He gave me a ticket
for reckless driving,

parking overtime, speeding,
and jay walking.

However, he agreed
to tear up the ticket

if I would show him
how to get out of here.

Next week, I shall return
with another story.

Until then, goodnight.