All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S05E30.Insomnia.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I have only myself to blame
for this embarrassment.

I insisted that every phase
of our organization

should be run
on a business-like basis.

Of course,
one bright employee

thought it would be
appropriate to put
the entire program

in the dead file.
We put him there, instead.

But I see that we have
something for you

which is marked
"immediate attention."

So, I think we should
show it to you now.

[clock ticking]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[thuds]

[groans]

Please...

Please, please...

All right, Mrs. Phillips,
Dr. Tedaldi can make it
on Thursday next.

You’re very welcome.

Goodbye.

Good morning.
May I help you?

I’d like to see Dr. Tedaldi.

Did you have
an appointment, Mr...

The name’s Cavender.
Yes, I’ve got
an appointment.

Dr. Steers called
about me yesterday.

Oh, yes, Mr. Cavender.
One moment, please.

Mr. Charles Cavender’s
here, Doctor.

Yes, sir.

You can go right in,
Mr. Cavender.

Leave your coat here,
if you like.

Thank you.

My, we’re certainly getting
some cold weather, lately,
aren’t we?

[mutters]
Yes.

Come in, Mr. Cavender.

Please sit down.

Uh, Dr. Steers and I
went to school together,
did he tell you that?

Only he elected to become a GP,
and I went on to psychiatry.

Is he
your regular physician?

I’ve only seen him
a couple of times.

He didn’t tell me
what your problem was.

Only that he thought
I could help you more
than he could.

Well, he meant by that,
of course,

that he doesn’t feel
your problem is organic.

What is your problem,
Mr. Cavender?

-Insomnia.
-How’s that?

[clears throat, coughs]

Insomnia. I can’t sleep.
I haven’t slept in months.

Well, lots of people
claim that.

Say they never sleep.

Not for a minute.

Well, it’s not really true,
of course, you know.

It only seems that way.

Well I-I know
that I doze off
from time to time.

But it’s...
maybe an hour or two hours.
It’s certainly not enough.

I can’t think straight.
I’m tired all the time.

I’ve lost three jobs
in the past eight months.

I see.

Well, let’s get some
of the details
out of the way first,

shall we? And then
we’ll talk about it.

Your full name?

[clears throat]
Charles Morton Cavender.

-Age?
-Thirty-five.

Occupation?

Well, I used to work
in a steamship company,

in the statistical
department.

I’m working
for a mail order outfit now.

-Are you married?
-Single.

Uh...
[chuckles]

I should say widowed.

Your wife died young,
Mr. Cavender?

An accident.

What sort of accident?

Does it matter?

Well, it might.

It was a fire.

[moodily]
I don’t know how often
I’ve had the dream.

Four, five times maybe...

And it’s always the same?

Always.
[sighs]

Everything’s like it was
a year ago.

We’re living
in the old house
on Grassy Heights,

Linda and me.

I’m in the living room,
sitting on the couch.

Not doing anything
in particular,
I’m just sitting there.

I can see every stick
of furniture in the room.

The cherry mahogany
breakfront,

the white, fuzzy rug
that always messed up
my trouser cuffs.

Linda’s upstairs
in the bedroom.

So, I get up and I go
to the foot of the stairs,
and I call her.

She comes out in that...

kind of gypsy skirt
of hers,

stands there at the head
of the stairs, smiling...

her hand on the banister.

Then from behind her,
I see the flames.

She doesn’t seem to be
aware of them, she just--

They come at her
from the bedroom.

She just stands there
smiling.

I yell at her, I scream
until my throat’s dry
and I can’t yell anymore.

And then the...

flames grab her,
and pull her back.

I can hear them roaring,
crackling...

Is that the end
of the dream?

Yes.

That’s the way the dream is.
Of course, that isn’t
the way it really happened.

Well, how did it
really happen?

Well, it was--

[clears throat]
...it was in the middle
of the night.

And Linda and I
were both asleep.

I don’t know how the fire
actually started.

I had some paints and things
in a workshop
in the basement.

And the fire inspector
said something
about combustion,

I don’t know.

All I know is that--

that neither one of us
woke up until the whole room
was blazing.

It was so full of smoke
that I couldn’t see
anything.

And I-I called Linda’s name,
and...

she didn’t answer.

I went to the bedroom door,
and I couldn’t get it open.

The knob was so hot.

I-I couldn’t get it open
so I went
to the bathroom door,

it was half open.

I went inside.

[scoffs]

I was hysterical,
I guess, that’s the...

word for it. I...

I started working
on the window.
It came open and I...

I jumped out.

It wasn’t a...

very big drop.
There were some bushes there
that broke my fall,

and when I hit the ground,
I got up, I started running.
I didn’t stop till I was...

about halfway
to the road. And I--

I looked back,
the whole house was just
covered with flames.

It was an old house,
wood-framed.

I’ve never seen
anything burn so fast.

Your wife was killed?

Do you think
you could have saved her?

I mean, does it trouble you
that you didn’t try?

-Do you feel guilty,
Mr. Cavender?
-No.

Well, it wouldn’t be
unnatural if you did.

Even if you had done
the only sensible thing,

even if there wasn’t
a chance that you couldn’t
have saved your wife,

it’s inevitable
that you should feel
some guilt.

After all,
you’re still alive.

No, it’s not that.
I don’t blame myself.
I-I don’t blame myself.

[Tedaldi] Well,
perhaps not consciously.

Well, consciously
or unconsciously.
No matter what.

No matter what?

What do you mean
by that, Mr. Cavender?

[clearing throat]
Well, this--

this brother of hers,
this Jack Fletcher...

-Your wife’s brother?
-Yeah, now there’s a guy
you ought to see, Doc.

He needs a head-shrinker
a lot more than I do.

-Why do you say that?
-Because he’s crazy,
that’s why.

He’s got this nutty idea
in his head
and he can’t get rid of it.

What idea is that?

Does he hold you responsible
for his sister’s death?

Yeah.

Do you know why?

Now, why should I know?
I don’t even know the guy.
I never even met him.

He was 500 miles away
when it happened.

The way he talks,
you’d think he was
right next door.

Well, where was he?

In a veteran’s hospital,
over in Maryland someplace.

He heard about
Linda’s death, naturally,

and he got
some newspaper clippings
about the fire.

And I suppose that’s how
he got this idea about me.

What idea is that,
Mr. Cavender?

Well, I saved my own skin.
I let Linda burn.

That’s what he thinks.
That’s what he wrote
in the letter.

It’s a real
psychotic letter, Doc.
You’d be interested in it.

Where is this man Fletcher
now, do you know?

[sighs]
I don’t know.

Said in his letter
he was leaving the hospital.

Said he was getting out
at the right time.

The right time?
What did he mean by that?

How should I know?

I supposed he wants
to make trouble.

Look, the guy’s half out
of his head.

He was very fond
of his sister.

They grew up together
without parents.

You know what I mean.
Well, I--

I don’t blame him
for being upset,

except he’s wrong,
he’s absolutely wrong.

I couldn’t have saved Linda,
not in a million years.

He wasn’t in that room, Doc.
He doesn’t know
what it was like!

It was a furnace in there,
it was an absolute furnace!

For all I know,
Linda was already dead
when I woke up.

There wasn’t a chance
in the world!

You don’t have
to persuade me,
Mr. Cavender.

Well, I--

[sighs]

...I know that it’s--

it’s all connected up,
somehow. I know that.

The insomnia and the fire.

Except I slept all right
after the fire.

That’s the thing
that bothers me. I...

slept all right
after the fire.

Well, just when
did your insomnia begin,
Mr. Cavender?

When Jack Fletcher
left the hospital?

Yeah.

Come to think of it, yeah.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[man] Charlie Cavender?

Who is this?

It’s Jack Fletcher, Charlie.

I hope I didn’t wake you up,
buddy, but I just got
into town.

Fletcher?

Couldn’t wait to call you,
Charlie. You understand?

I had to tell you
I was here.

You know why,
don’t you, buddy?

Now, listen, Fletcher...

You know why, Charlie.

[hangs up phone]

Can you hold it
a minute, Charlie?

Just a minute, Mr. Turney,
I’m trying to get these--

Oh, don’t bother.
That can wait.

Well, you wouldn’t want me
to lose track...

You’ve already lost track.
This is what I got back

from Accounting
this morning.

You know how much
it’s worth?

Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Turney.
I could have sworn
they were all right.

Must be this sickness
of mine.

What kind of sickness
is this, Charlie?

You don’t hit the bottle,
do you?

No, no! It’s nothing
like that. It’s insomnia.

It’s a bad case of insomnia.

I’m being treated
by a doctor.

Look, Charlie, it’s not like
we didn’t give you a chance.

I mean, one or two mistakes,
that we can afford.

But you know what kind
of a business this is.

We’ve got a small profit
margin here.
Mistakes cost too much.

Well, it won’t happen again.

No, you’re right, Charlie.

I’m sorry,
but the front office
told me to give you notice.

You have a check waiting
at the cashier.

Look, that’s not fair,
you can’t do that.

You can’t fire a person
for being sick--

Look, Charlie,
this no way to talk
in a business office.

No way at all.
Now you pick up your check
from the cashier

before noon.
And leave your desk
the way it is.

We’ll clear it all up later.

Hello, I’d like to call
Dover Veteran’s Hospital,
Dover, Maryland.

Uh... No, I don’t know
the number.

My number?

Schuyler 4-9970.

Yes, yes, I’ll speak
to anyone.

Hello, uh...

Yes, I’m trying to find
the forwarding address

of a recently
discharged patient.

His name is Jack--
No, that would be John,
I guess. John Fletcher.

Well, I don’t know for sure.

I know that it’s been
within the past two months.

Yes. Yes, I’ll-- Uh--

It’s very important
that I find him.
I’ll hang on.

Yes?

3-3-1, Stanton.

Manhattan.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

[Fletcher] Who is it?

Well? What do you want?

Are you Jack Fletcher?

That’s right, buddy.
Who are you?

I’m Charlie Cavender.
Linda’s husband.

Come on, let me in.
I wanna talk to you!

How’d you find me?

How did you know
where I was?

I thought we ought
to talk this over.

I called
the veteran’s hospital
and got your address.

Clever boy,
only you’re wasting
your time.

Now, look, Jack...

I got nothing to say to you!

There’s no sense in acting
like a couple of kids.

Best thing for us to do
is just lay our cards
on the table.

Flake off. I don’t want
any friendly chats with you.

That’s no way to talk.

You sure sounded big
on the telephone
the other night.

Of course, I’m--

I’m willing to forget
all about that.

I see you had it
pretty bad in the war.

Linda never told me how bad.

Don’t worry about me, buddy.

You worry about yourself.

You must have been
pretty rough.

I was in the Air Force,
World War II, myself.

Bully for you.

Any decorations for bravery?

Cut it out!

I know what you feel
about the fire.

You never gave me a chance
to tell you my side.

I know your side.
You were looking out
for number one.

I would have saved Linda
if I could!
Don’t you think I loved her?

Your type
doesn’t love anybody.

I did the only
sensible thing!

So, that’s why you
had to come here, huh?

Because you’re so sensible!

You thought
you could explain yourself
to me,

-never have
another bad dream.
-That’s not true.

You thought I would forgive
and forget, huh?
Makes everything OK again?

Well, you were wrong, buddy.
You were dead wrong.

Because I’m gonna be
your bad dream. From now on.

-You’re crazy.
-I’m appointing myself
to the job.

You understand?
Your official nightmare!

You’ll never be rid of me,
Cavender, never!

You’d like to kill me,
wouldn’t you?

-Yeah! I’d like to kill you!
-You’d like to see me dead.

I’d like to get my hands
around your throat.

Only you can’t.
Isn’t that right, Fletcher?
A man like you.

You think I need legs?
You think I need legs
to get you, you crumb?

[laughing]

And to think how I sweated
about you.

How many sleepless nights
you gave me.

You’re right, Fletcher.
You’re nothing
but a bad dream!

That’s all you can ever be,
is a bad dream.

Cavender.

Here’s my legs.
I’ll show you
the kind of man I am.

[Fletcher gasping]

[gunshot]

[yawns]

Looks like everything
is pretty well
under control, Frank.

I don’t think we’ll need
that extra crew.

Good. You call
O’Brien and tell him.

How about the casualties?
You get a report yet?

Only one fatality so far.

Everybody else
got warned out in time.

They’re bringing him
out now.

Name’s Cavender,
apartment 2-B.

The fire started
in his place.

We think it was
a faulty heater.

When are people gonna learn
about these old heaters?

You just can’t leave ’em
burning when you go to bed.

You’d think all the noise
would have woke him up.

Sure must have been
a heavy sleeper, that one.

You must have heard
months ago,

that certain things
in our land

were considered in
and others out.

It has taken me
all this time to comprehend
just what all this meant.

Now, to my dismay,

I’m told
that the whole subject
is no longer in.

In other words,

if you understand
in and out, you are now out.

As for those of you
who haven’t
the slightest idea

what I’m talking about,

you can find consolation
in the fact

that this makes you in.

I think there’s very little
I can say at this juncture.

But I must say
that I am disturbed

by the unabashed glee

with which my assistants
bruted me into this.

Next time we shall return
with business very much
as usual.

Until then, goodnight.