All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S05E21.Hitch.Hike.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I wish to announce
that during the strike,

we shall continue
to do business.

And all but the very
near-sighted

can see our show,

without crossing
the picket line.

Actually, this is not
a strike about wages.

I am a worker myself
when I can’t avoid it.

And I have long campaigned
for the four-hour lunch.

Actually, these are actors
who claim I kill

too many of them off
during my stories.

They’re striking
for longer hours.

I see the pickets
have stopped walking

so they can watch
tonight’s story.

Will you join them?

[engine starts]

Haven’t you anything
to say?

When you rode around town
with that young car thief,

you had something to say.

I’ll bet you talked
a blue streak to him.

Would you please
have the courtesy

to look at me
when I’m talking to you?

Do you know why the judge
let you off

with only a reprimand?

Because the judge knew
I was the councilman

from Allendale.

He realized that,
if he sentenced you

along with your boyfriend,

it would create
further scandal

and damage my reputation,

so he put you
on probation.

I hope you realize
your little escapade
could’ve wrecked everything

that’s taken me
a whole lifetime

to build up
in this community.

I don’t expect gratitude,

but at least a few words
of appreciation.

Thank you for everything,
Uncle Charles.

You’ve been very kind.

In my day, we were taught
to have

a sense of responsibility.

[woman]
Yes, Uncle.

I didn’t ask to be
your legal guardian.

Since your father’s will
so provided,

I’ve tried to do
what I thought best for you.

I know.

So I can’t even consider now

sending you back
to Deep Valley School

in the fall.

I’ll find one
of my business associates

who needs a girl
in his office.

If the finest finishing
school in the West

couldn’t teach you
the difference between

right and wrong,
maybe a year or more

in a business office...

That boyfriend of yours
learned his lesson.

Let’s hope
not going back to school

will be punishment enough
for you.

Dry your eyes and sit up.

Can’t tell, I might run
into somebody

I do business with
in this town.

I’m out of cigarettes.
Would you like anything?

Now don’t try
anything foolish,

like running away.

Just remember last time.

[sighs]

[metallic crash]

Look at her. Can’t even
pull out of a parking space.

[honks horn]

It’s stuck.

[honking continues]

Shut up!

[honking continues]

[horn stops]

Why, thank you, son.

A noisy horn, it bugs me.

You seem to know quite a bit
about auto mechanics.

Either you dig a motor
or you don’t.

This is a nice hunk
of metal.

-Will it do over 100?
-I wouldn’t know.

You don’t win
the County Safety Award

two out of three years
by speeding.

Hallelujah. Look, you headed
toward San Francisco?

-Allendale.
-That’s close enough.

How about giving me a lift?

Young man,
I make it a practice

never to pick up strangers.

Well, I’m not a stranger.

I’m the mechanical marvel
who fixes noisy horns

for safety drivers,
remember?

And I appreciate that
and I thank you very much.

Well, then stretch it a bit.
Just give me a lift.

-All right, hop in.
-Thanks.

[engine starts]

What’s your name, son?

I like to call people
by name.

Some people
are called by numbers.

What’s that?

[chuckles]

But if it’s names
you want...

Make mine... Len.

I’m Councilman Underhill.
This is my niece Anne.

This young man
is on his way

to San Francisco.

-Hi, Anne.
-Hello, Len.

Been working in this
neck of the woods?

You can call it that.

I assume you learned about
automobile mechanics

-in school?
-[laughing]

-That’s-- That’s comical,
real comical.
-Yeah. Yeah.

Let me in on the joke.

I don’t think you’d get it.

This joke, it’s--
it’s kind of personal.

Hmm.

All you young people today
have a wall you hide behind

whenever your elders
try to be friendly

or helpful.

You’ve got it all
figured out

about young people,
don’t you?

[Charles] Well, I’ve been
able to observe first-hand

one fine example
of your generation.

Uncle Charles, please, no.

[tires screeching]

Look.

[all exclaiming,
whistling and cat-calling]

[exclamations continue]

How did they ever give him
a license to drive a truck?

[exclamations continue]

Peculiar bunch
of young men.

They’re being shipped
to the...

State Farm five miles away.

Some will dig holes
and plant baby junipers

and white pine.

The rest will level
off the hillsides.

At 5:00,

the guard’ll pile them
back in the truck...

and the driver
will bring them back

to the Farm.

Farm? What farm?

The Honor Farm.

What’s an Honor Farm?

[exhales]

It’s a place, sugar,
for juvenile jerks

who never discovered
how to walk the narrow fence

without being
nabbed by the law.

You mean, those men
were convicts?

If you’re
a prison psychiatrist, Dad...

you call them cases of
arrested emotional development.

Yeah. A label for everything
at the Farm.

You kill your old man,
it’s not murder.

Assault, forgery,
snatching...

they’ve all got labels
that sound real fancy.

But it’s still
jailhouse-rock,

label or no label.

How do you know so much
about those convicts?

Because until this morning,

I might’ve stood
in that truck

whistling at your niece.

[tires screech]

Out.

He’s done nothing to us.

Well, I’m not going
to give him the chance.

What are you waiting for?
Get out!

-All right, Dad.
-Len, he doesn’t mean it.

Is that what they taught you
at school?

Champion convicts?

He’s been nice
and friendly.

[Charles] It’s all part
of the same pattern, isn’t it?

A girl who thinks
it’s thrilling

to sit in the same car

with a young jailbird.

Never mind, Anne.
I’ll get off here.

Lots of luck.

Wait a moment.

For once, my niece
is quite right.

I am a man of my word.

You can ride with us.

Thanks.

It’s always the insider
squashing the outsider

like he was a bug.

I don’t understand.

Look. A chick like you,

young, just hatched out
of her shell...

you’re an outsider, see?

But the insider,
he’s lived a lot of years.

He hates change.

Hates anybody doing anything
different than he does it.

The insider
doesn’t take a chance,

never gets a ticket
for speeding

or gets drunk or looks
anywhere he shouldn’t.

[scoffs]

He’s the number-one man
in his hometown.

He’s got it made.

Right, Mr. Underhill?

Where did you get
this interesting theory,

-in jail?
-Yeah,

from listening
and watching.

-I see.
-Daddy-O,

let me tell you about
an outsider I know

who is out of this world,
on the highest cloud.

He’s gone, but gone.

He-- He loves knives.
I mean, any kind of knives.

Uh, kitchen knives,

penknives, anything sharp
and made of steel.

[chuckles]

That cool cat

with the yen to use
the knife

was my pal,
he was my buddy.

Did you ever know
anybody crazy

about sharp steel,
Mr. Underhill?

No. No, I haven’t.

He was clever, too.

I mean, he could
fix noisy horns...

-[snap]
-...dig any motor.

He could take it apart,
put it together.

I think we should stop

and get something to eat,
don’t you, Anne?

Fine, Uncle Charles.

Hello, folks.
What’ll it be?

I’ll have a tuna fish
on white, toasted,

and coffee, please.

A hamburger, medium-well
and coffee, please.

Same, please.

Let me tell you more about
that guy at the Farm.

What about him?

He was a flipper
from way, way out.
He was--

He was always quoting
a wild-haired cat

named-- named Dylan Thomas.

Now, an insider like you

wouldn’t have heard
of a poet like him,

would you have,
Mr. Underhill?

You know why your uncle
never heard of him?

Because he was young,

and he was just trying
to be himself.

And that’s what I want
to be, Mr. Underhill.

And that makes me
a criminal in your eyes,
doesn’t it?

Just wanting to be me.

[clicks tongue]

[big-band music starts]

You dance like they wrote
the music for you.

[Anne] Oh,
you’re pretty good yourself.

[Len] I’m out of practice.

Proprietor.

Proprietor!

I’m sorry, sir.

But I just gave my wife
your orders.

She’s the cook, you know.

Yeah, yeah.
Where’s the phone?

Right around the back.
There’s a booth there.

Change, please.

-Change?
-Yes, sir.

[register rings]

Just a second, please.

[music continues]

Was it the real thing
between you and the kid

who took the rap?

Oh, no.
I hardly knew him.

He called one day
and asked me

to go for a ride,
so I went.

I didn’t know it was
a stolen car. I--

I didn’t do anything wrong.

You couldn’t.

Thanks.

But your uncle
gets a bang out

of thinking you did,
doesn’t he?

Well, he won’t let me go
back to school.

I was happy there.
All my friends are there.

Well, why don’t you tell
him off, just for once?

Here you are, sir.
Thank you.

Operator, get me the police.

Well, all right,
then the sheriff’s office.

Your...
coffee’s getting cold.

-Yes.
-Coffee.

[Len sighs]

What do you like studying
most at school?

Oh, English Lit.
I like to read.

Me, too.

You ever read Dostoyevsky?

No. But a teacher of mine
told me about him once.

Oh, and I-I saw a movie.

I know the one you mean,
where the--

where the young guy kills
an old man.

[Anne]
Yes, that’s the one.

Oh, he said things the way
I’d like to say ’em.

[clicks tongue]

Oh, brother,
was he an outsider.

Well, maybe I’ll get
to read him next term.

You forget, Anne, you’re
not going back to school

next term.

[Anne] I don’t think
you can stop me,

Uncle Charles.

-Oh, no?
-No.

My father made a provision
in his will

for my education.

I’m still your legal guardian.

And I’m going back to school,

and there’s nothing
you can do about it.

I know what’s best for you.

-Oh, no, you don’t!
-You keep out of this.

You think you know
what we all want, don’t you?

-Well, you know
what I’d like?
-No. No, I don’t--

I’d like to build
a racing car,

faster than anything
else on the road.

[imitates engines]

There goes Len’s car

and I’d race it in Spain
and Rome and Paris.

Yeah, if I had the dough
like that crazy young cat

who builds his own.

That sounds crazy,
doesn’t it?

Wanting to build something
with my own two hands,

like Anne wants to go back
to school, like--

well, like all of us.

Oh, brother, the way
you treat this girl...

[clicks tongue] If--

If my buddy were here,
you know what he’d do?

[makes squelching sound]

That’s--
That’s just what he’d do.

[engine revs]

[siren wailing]

[siren stops]

Officer, if you know
how glad I am to see you.

In kind of a hurry
to get home, aren’t you?
Your license, please.

If you only knew
the horrible experience

-I’ve just been through.
-Your license, please.

You realize how fast
you were going?

Well, I know it was
over the limit--

You were doing 80 miles
an hour in a 45-mile zone.

That’s what I want
to explain.

Explain it in court.

Court! You mean...

Mister, for the third time,
your license, please?

Thank you.

Officer, I’ve won
the Safe Driving Award

in this county
for two years.

You’ll have an opportunity
to tell all that in court.

-But, I was--
-Is this your correct address,

-Mr. Underhill?
-Yes, yes, it is.

I’m setting
your court appearance

for Wednesday, on the ninth.

Here’s your citation.
And I certainly hope

Judge Adams
is not on the bench.

He’s giving 10-day sentences
to all speeders.

Sentencing? Jail?

But, Officer,
this wasn’t my fault!

That boy in my car
is responsible for it all.

He insisted on a lift.
And out on the highway

I found out he was
an ex-convict,

from the Honor Farm,
a knifer.

-A knifer?
-Yes.

He threatened
to use one on me.

Oh?

Well, maybe we’d better
have a talk with him.

Now you’ll understand
why I stepped on the gas

when I saw the lights
of this town.

OK, kid, outside.

-Who’s the girl?
-That’s my niece.

-You out from the Farm?
-Yeah. I’m on my way home.

Here’s my release.

Mr. Underhill, here,
said you threatened him.

Did you?

[exhales] No.

Search him!
Get that knife.

-OK, kid, up top.
-I know what to do.

Uh, Officer.

Turn around, kid.

[Charles] Now, you see!

See what?

If he had a knife on him,
he doesn’t have it now.

Relax, kid.

Well, that ought to take care
of your worries, Mr. Underhill.

Now, you take it easy
from now on, huh?

[engine starts]

You’re going to be put
right back on that Farm.

I’m going to cross and convince
those police officers

-that you did threaten me.
-Oh!

-That isn’t true.
-You keep out of this.

Did you hear
what that officer said?

A jail sentence!

It’ll be in every newspaper
in the Valley.

Me, Charles Underhill,
arrested!

And all because of you.
Well, you just watch and--

-Where did you get it?
-I’ve been doing

a three month’s
stretch at the Farm

for picking a guy’s pocket
when I was out of a job.

My talent just came
in handy, that’s all.

Pickpocket? But I thought...
all that talk about knives.

Not me. My cellmate.

I tried to tell you that,
but you didn’t believe me.

You wanted to think
the worst of me.

Of course, if you’re
such an upright citizen,

you can always walk
across the street,

and hand them
this officer’s book,

and then
you’ll take the rap.

Well?

Get in.

[both chuckling]

[engine starts]

I wish it understood
that my presence here

does not constitute
an endorsement

of the methods employed

by the characters
in the play.

The striking actors
were somewhat disappointed

that no one was killed
in tonight’s play.

They’re the understudies,
you know.

Next time we shall
try to do better.

Until then, goodnight.