All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S05E13.An.Occurrence.at.Owl.Creek.Bridge.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening and welcome
to Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

Please excuse me
if I speak rapidly,

I have a very short fuse.

Tonight’s play is a period piece

which takes place
when space travel

was limited
to these primitive means.

They say the trip
is very comfortable.

It’s just the landing
that leaves something
to be desired.

I shall be in orbit
for about 25 minutes,

during which you will be able
to watch our play.

I shall see you
at its conclusion.

-[explosion]
-I trust...

[man] I’d known Owl Creek
all my life.

As a boy,
I’d learned to swim in it.

As a young man, I’d brought
my horses to it to drink.

And now, in this year of 1862,

I was to die over it.

[captain]
Further out. Another foot.

Now that’s better.

Now tie down the other end.

I’m sorry, Mr. Farquhar,
we’re not quite ready.

Well, I expect I can wait.

Thank you, Mr. Farquhar.

[Farquhar]
Today I die.

Yet, last night,
just 12 hours ago...

I was safe and secure
in my own home.

Safe and secure.

-You ain’t touched your soup.
-No.

No, I’m not really hungry,
Hattie.

[Hattie] Well,
you got to eat anyhow.

First thing you know,
you won’t have strength enough

to get out of bed
in the morning.

It isn’t any good
being here on my own.

I know what it is.

I felt the same way
after Josh went.

And I tell you
there’s only one way
to get through it.

You got to make up your mind
you’re going on,

just like you always did.

Thank you, Hattie.

[door opens, closes]

[harp music]

[footsteps]

[man]
Anybody home?

Yes, sir.
What can I do for you?

This well of yours
looks mighty good,

I’m fightin’ a powerful dry.

Well,
I expect we can fix that.

Where did you get
that game leg?

Shiloh.

-Home for keeps?
-I expect so.

Unless the army
gets awful hungry for men.

-Is your place here?
-Yeah, 150 acres.

Got a dispatch
for General Van Dorn,

can’t seem to run him down.

Yeah, you’re
in the wrong neighborhood.

-He left here a week ago.
-Whole kit and caboodle?

Yeah. Headed for Holly Springs,
the last I heard.

What about the Yankees?

The onliest thing
a man can say about them

is they ain’t heading North,
not if they can help it.

Yeah, they’re strung out
from Iuka to Memphis,

every one of ’em’s nose
is pointed towards Vicksburg.

What about their communications?

-Railroad.
-Yeah, but I heard

the railroad was out.

Well, they’re fixing it.

They got 2,000 men working.

Pushed all the way
to Owl Creek Bridge.

Owl Creek Bridge? Why,
that’s only five miles away.

Yeah, within a week,
you’re likely to have
a whole yard full of ’em here

pestering you for a drink
like me.

Now they ain’t gonna get
the same kind of service.

[sighs] Yankees don’t need
no service.

They just help themselves.

Sergeant, suppose someone
was to burn down

that bridge at Owl Creek?

Well, that’d put ’em out,
all right,

likely to hold the move
up on Vicksburg

till they got it fixed.

They don’t intend on letting
anybody do it, though.

They got a whole company of men
guarding that bridge alone.

Yeah, but suppose someone
was to figure a way

to get past that company.

Somebody who knew the country.

Now look, mister,

you find something else
to occupy your mind.

There’s a notice
nailed on every tree

for a quarter mile
around that bridge.

Any civilian caught prowlin’
around the railroad

is gonna be hanged on the spot.

Now, you take my advice
and stay home

and take care
of that bad knee.

No offense, mister.

You get out of this scrap
with a bad knee,
you’re a lucky man.

What all he want?

Hattie, you remember
when I was a boy,

you used to take me
to the piney woods

-around Owl Creek?
-With Josh.

First, you’d pick me
a bunch of wild flowers,

then you and Josh’d go down
to the creek to catch crawfish.

There was an old trail

that used to lead
past the turpentine still.

-You remember that, Hattie?
-’Course, I do.

It seems to me
a man could go up that trail

without ever coming near
the road.

And he’d come out of the woods
just below
the railroad bridge.

Wouldn’t he, Hattie?

[Hattie] What’s goin’ on
in your head?

Ah, nothing.
I just got to wondering

if that trail
would still be there.

Well, ’course it is.

The field hands from
the Connolly place still use it.

Thank you, Hattie.

I wouldn’t give you
a pass through our lines

for a thousand dollars
in gold.

If we want that bridge,

we’ll holler
for Bedford Forrest
and get it done right

and not call in some amateur.
Now,

sit down and have a drink
and let’s talk about
something sensible.

Now look, Jeff. Bedford Forrest
couldn’t get near that bridge.

There’s 40,000 Yankees
strung out along the railroad.

You figure you’re better
at burning bridges than we are?

I didn’t say that. But I reckon
I could get through

where a regiment
of cavalry couldn’t.

[Jeff]
You always were a dreamer.

I tell you,
I’m gonna try it, Jeff.

And I tell you,
I’m not going to let you!

-Jeff, will you listen to--
-No! Let me finish!

That country’s swarming
with Federal troops,
you told me so yourself.

And the odds
are much too great for me
to let you take the risk.

Besides, you did your part
at Shiloh,

and Melissa needs you
worse than we do.

By the way,
does she know about this?

No, Jeff,
you never let me explain.

You didn’t tell her?

Don’t you think
you owe it to her?

Don’t you think
you owe her that much?

What do you think she’ll do?
Kiss you on both cheeks
and wish you luck?

Send you off with maybe
one chance in ten of--

-Shut up, Jeff!
-I won’t shut up!

What about Melissy?

And what about that young one
of yours she’s carrying?

Seems to me her time is
almost here. Well, ain’t it?

-Her time’s come and gone.
-What do you mean?

She died a week ago.
The baby, too.

Oh, Peyton, I’m sorry.

Now don’t you see?
I’ll have to do something.

I can’t just live out the war
in that empty house.

I plan to take the Rienzi road.

There’s a trail
that leads off it
through the piney woods that--

You want to be killed.
Is that it?

Because you would be,
you know?

I’ve had to send
so many of my friends
to be killed already.

Jeff, please.

[man]
Don’t move, mister!

I told you to stay at home.
You should’ve listened to me.

Throw that thing down.

Now come along.

[gunshot]

[Farquhar] The rope,
it’s worn and frayed.
Maybe it’ll break.

Oh, but I’ll drown then.
That’s worse.

Unless... Unless I could get
my hands free.

You’ve done very well
up to now, Mr. Farquhar.
Keep it up.

[captain]
Lift your eyes, Mr. Farquhar.
Look at the sky.

[splashing]

You’ve done very well
up to now, Mr. Farquhar.
Keep it up.

[captain]
Lift your eyes, Mr. Farquhar.
Look at the sky.

[Farquhar]
Maybe the rope will break.

Maybe the rope will break.
Maybe the rope will break.

Break. Break. Break. Break.

[splashing]

Loosen the rope.
Loosen it!

Loosen the rope,
it’s choking me.

Choking me.
Choking.

-[corporal] There he is!
-[gunshots]

[gunshots continues]

Come on!

That bank over there!

Downstream! Keep going!
Downstream!

[man] The other side
of the creek!

[dogs barking]

[Farquhar]
Dogs. Dogs.

But how’d they get
ahead of me?

[man]
* High sheriff *

* He told the deputy *

Josh.

* Go out
and bring me Laz’us *

* High sheriff *

* He told the deputy *

* Go out
and bring me Laz’us *

* Bring him dead or alive *

* Oh, Lord *

* Just bring him in
dead or alive *

Josh!

[Josh humming]

-Josh. You’re alive!
-Yes, Mr. Farquhar.

When the old mill burned down
we thought you went with it.

-Hattie grieved herself sick.
-Yes, Mr. Farquhar.

-Josh, you’ve got to hide me!
-[humming]

Josh, please,
they’re coming for me!

-Who’s that?
-The Yankees.

-What they want with you?
-They want to kill me.

That don’t make no sense at all,
men wanting to kill each other.

That the most nonsensical idea
I ever heard of.

Men wanting to kill
all the time. What for?

Oh, Josh, please!
They’re right over there.

Nobody’s gonna kill nobody
if I got anything
to say about it.

You come along with me,
Mr. Farquhar.

-Where to, huh?
-Never mind. Just follow me.

* Po’ Laz’us,
he told the deputy *

* Give me a cool drink
of water *

* Po’ Laz’us,
he told the deputy *

* Give me
a cool drink of water *

-Josh, where are we going?
-You wanna go home, don’t you?

Yeah, but I don’t know
this trail.

You just ain’t seen it before.

Just stop and listen.

See there?
The hounds are gone!

You just trust old Josh.

I’ll get you home,
safe and sound.

* Feel death inside me
a’burnin’ *

* Feel death inside me
a’burnin’ *

* And then
they took po’ Laz’us *

* They laid him
on the counter *

* And then they took
po’ Laz’us *

* They laid him
on the counter *

* And they walked away *

* Oh, my Lord *

Look.

[grunting]

[thud]

They’re gone, Mr. Farquhar.
They’re gone.

* And then
po’ Laz’us’ sister *

* Run and told his woman *

* And then
po’ Laz’us sister *

* Run and told his woman *

* She come a’screamin’
and a’cryin’ *

* And then
po’ Laz’us woman *

* She come a’screamin’
and a’cryin’ *

* Says that was my only man *

-Josh, look.
-Huh?

That picket post.

They don’t mean us no harm,
Mr. Farquhar.

Josh, those are Federal troops.

You remember when Mass Connolly
cotched you in his apple tree?

You thought he was gonna tan
your hide, remember?

What did he do?
He just laughed.

Now you unruffle your feathers.

Just keep going along with Josh.

* Po gal,
po’ Laz’us woman *

* She laid down her sewin’ *

* Po’ gal,
po’ Laz’us woman *

* She laid down her sewin’ *

* Her heart full
of trouble and pain *

* Her heart full
of trouble and pain *

Why didn’t they see us, Josh?

[humming]

* Her heart full
of trouble and pain *

* Her heart full
of trouble and pain *

* High sheriff,
he told the deputy *

* Lazarus he done gone home *

* Gone home
to stay at last, Lord *

* Gone home
to stay at last *

Josh, I’ve got to rest.

You want to go home,
don’t you?

It ain’t much further now.

* Laz’us,
he done gone home *

* High sheriff,
he told the deputy *

* Lazarus
he done gone home *

* Gone home
to stay at last, Lord *

* Gone home
to stay at last *

Josh!

Melissa!

[bone snapping]

All right, Corporal.
You can cut him down now.

How would you like to be
publicly labeled a "dud"?

Well, here among
the other war surplus,

I have found this.

It contained the plans
for the defense of Atlanta,

and was given to a Union spy

with instructions to eat it
if he were captured.

[tinking]

Those were formidable men.

However, the art of espionage
was a highly developed one

even back in Civil War days.

"Preheat oven to 350 degrees,

bake for 20 minutes and serve."

Now until next time, goodnight.