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Good evening and welcome
to The Best of Hitchcock.

In the absence of
my vacationing brother Alfred,

we are presenting clips
from his past shows.

I find it amusing,
by the way, that television
at last confirms

what our family has known
for years...

that I, rather than Alfred,
am the best of Hitchcock.

And now for those clips.

[Alfred] This one was
one of the high-spots for me.

[explosion]

This one stopped
just short of perfection.

I think it is obvious
why I cherish those shows.

I’m sure many of you
feel the same way.

And now, here are two more,
equally delicious,

after which,
we shall have our story.

Ladies and gentlemen,
The Best of Hitchcock...

[train whistle]

[Alfred] Alfred
never looked better.

The next sound you hear
will be may sponsor.

[explosion]

[Jane] Darling?

Yeah? Yeah, I’m late,
I know.

Wait a minute. Before you go,
I want you to see the present
that I got for Eileen.

Can’t it wait till tonight?
I figured on catching
the early train.

-Isn’t she lovely?
-Oh, for crying out loud.
Another doll?

It’s not just another doll,
Ralph, look, take her hand.
She actually walks.

Isn’t that the cutest thing?

Honey, listen, Eileen’s got
a roomful of dolls.

Don’t you think she’s getting
kind of old for this sort
of things?

Since when is seven too old?
I didn’t stop playing with dolls
till I was 12.

I don’t think you ever quit.

[doorbell]

-Are you expecting somebody?
-Uh-uh.

Well, you just better
go and answer it

because I have got
to get started.

Hi, Mrs. Birdwell,
remember me?

Is...
Is the little girl home?

No, Eileen just left
for school.

-Is your husband here?
-Yes.

Oh, good.

Ah, you don’t mind
if I come in, do you?

-Ralph?
-Oh, hi, Mr. Birdwell.

Hey, now, wait a minute.
What are you doing here?

Listen, you said
you’d never bother us again.

Now, what’s the big idea?

-I just came to say hello.
-Oh, no. Wait a minute.

It’s all right, Ralph.
Mrs. Mead, I have some coffee
leftover from breakfast.

[Jane]
Wouldn’t you like a cup?

A coffee? No thanks, uh...
I just had some.

Well...

It’s too bad Eileen
had to go to school.

I would’ve liked
to see her.

Aren’t you forgetting something,
Mrs. Mead?

You were never supposed
to see Eileen again.
Do you remember?

That was part of the agreement
we made seven years ago.

Is it seven years?

Gee! Whew! Wow!

Does time fly, huh? Whew!

I’ve got a half an hour
before I have
to go catch my train,

so maybe you’d better
come to the point.

Why did you come here?

No!

Oh!

Oh, is that cute!

-Oh, is that adorable.
-Please.

I was just looking at it.

What is it?
A present for Eileen?

Yes, tomorrow’s her birthday.

Her birthday?

Imagine me forgetting that.

Me of all people!
[laughs]

This is quite a layout
you have here,

like old home week, huh?

Mrs. Mead, would you please
come to the point?

OK.

I want Eileen back.

You know, I thought it
was something like that.

Well, you can forget it, now.
A deal is a deal.

Eileen wouldn’t know you
from a hole in the ground.

Look, I am her mother and
I don’t care what kind
of deal we made.

I want my kid back.

Just ’cause you helped me out
with a few lousy bucks,
you know...

Listen to me.
You didn’t care
what happened to Eileen.

You were all ready
to abandon her.

Abandon her...

That’s what I should’ve done
when that crummy husband
walked out on us.

Left her on a church step.

Anything better than
with stingy people like you.

What are you talking about?
We paid all of your expenses.

We took Eileen
and we raised her
like she was our own.

We would’ve adopted her
a long time ago
if we could’ve found you.

I was sick.

I couldn’t help being sick.

I’ve had nothing
but shortwave diathermy
for years.

But-- But I’m better now.
I’m gonna get me a lawyer.

Well, you go right ahead
and get yourself a lawyer.

Mrs. Mead, I’m not afraid
of anything you can do.

I don’t think we’re gonna have
any problem whatsoever,

proving the kind of
a mother you are.

Mrs. Mead, don’t you understand
how we feel?

Eileen was a baby
when we got her.

We’re a mother and father now.
You can’t take her away
from her home.

But what about me?

What am I?
A piece of dirt on the street?

OK, OK. OK,
I’m a reasonable person.

You love Eileen,
I know that so,

but I’m her mother,
and the least you can do
is help me out.

What kind of help?

I got awful big expenses.
I--

I told you about
those treatments, didn’t I?

I think I need, eh...

at least a $150 a week.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You expect us to contribute
money to you every week?

Yeah, is that so wrong?

-How much of the $150?
-All of it.

After all, I got nobody else
to turn to.

You wouldn’t want
Eileen’s mother sleeping
in a gutter, would you?

Mrs. Mead, do you know
what you’re asking?

I’m a civil engineer.
Now, I make $220 a week
before taxes.

Now, you expect me to give you
a 150 out of that?

OK, make it a hundred.

I’m sorry, no deal.

If you want to take this thing
to court, you just go
right ahead.

You don’t think I won’t, huh?

I’m not so dumb, you know?
I’m gonna get me a lawyer,

and take away Eileen
from you.

I’m going to tell ’em
that you forced me
to give her up.

You’ll never see her again.

You’ll never do it.
The judge will see exactly
what you are.

You’re a cheap,
broken-down drunk.

Listen, mister.

I can go a long time
between drinks.

You’d be surprised
what I can do
when I make up my mind.

You better think it over.

I think you better get out
of this house.

Okey-dokey.

But you’re not through
with me, yet, pal.

You are never going to be
through with me.

Tell Eileen...

"Happy Birthday" for me.

[Mrs. Mead]
So he says to me, he says,

"I don’t owe you nothing."
Imagine talking to me
like that.

Me of all people.

What am I? I’m only
the child’s mother.

-But, Mrs. Mead,
won’t you please...
-Look, what do you think?

Here, What right do they have
to talk to me like that?

After all I’ve done
for them.

It sounds to me more like
they did something for you.

Huh?

You call that something?
Taking away my baby?

You’re not really anxious
to have the child back.

Well...

after all, I don’t know
what a woman like me

would do with
a seven-year-old kid.

A career woman, I mean.

Don’t you see what you’re
proposing doesn’t amount
to much more than, well...

blackmail.

Oh, for Pete’s sake.

All you lawyers
talk the same way.

-Oh, Mrs. Mead, I would really
like to help you, but...
-But.

But, but, but you won’t.
Is that it?

Perhaps if you ask
the Legal Aid Society...

Oh, I already been there.

OK, OK, buster,
you had your chance.

Now, all you have to do
is wait for the next ambulance.

[doorbell rings]

-Who is it?
-[man] Mrs. Mead?

[mumbling]
Mrs. Mead, Mrs. Mead.
Always something.

Honestly.

What do you want?

Can I come in a minute,
Mrs. Mead?

Do I know you?

Not yet, you don’t.
You want to give me
the chance?

Say, what kind of a girl
you think I am?

I don’t know.
Why don’t you let me in
and we can talk about it?

Name’s Ames, Phil Ames.

Hear you’ve been downtown,
asking about a lawyer.

Yeah. So? What’s it to you?

I thought maybe
I can help you.

You mean you’re a lawyer?
To me, you look more
like a pickpocket.

Used to be a lawyer,

but I’m
in a different racket now.

Yeah, I bet it’s a racket.

Submitted to the Bar ’49

but my luck kind of ran bad,
so I quit.

And now I’m in a different
kind of a racket.

-Confidential Investigator.
-Oh, you mean private eye?

Yeah. Ran into
a client of mine
down the legal building,

told me about the raw deal
you got.

So I thought I’d drop over
and see if I could help.

Won’t do you any good.
I ain’t got a dime.

Well, let’s not talk
about money yet.

The way I understand it,
you gave up your kid

to a couple
named the Birdwells.

Only they never legally
adopted her,

so now you want the kid back,
that right?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, the only trouble is,

you don’t have
such a good reputation.

Fact, the way I hear it,
you got yourself a record.

-Those were all frame-ups!
-Yeah.

A very touching story.
Mother love, all that jazz.

Only I don’t believe it.

Hey.

You know what I think?

You know what I really think?
I don’t think you care

about that kid at all.
You haven’t seen her
since she was an infant.

What’s a good-time dame
like you want to put a brat
around the house for?

-Listen, if you’re gonna talk
to me like that...
-Shh.

Honey.

I know what you want.
You want the same thing
I want. Money.

You want to milk
those Birdwell jokers
for every buck you can get.

How much you asking for?

Hundred a week.
I asked for a 150,
but he cried poor.

He’s an engineer.
He doesn’t make much.

Tears, baby, these engineers,
you see ’em in the ads all
the time.

They make a bundle.

Besides, what’s this annuity?
A few lousy bucks?

What you want
is a big wad of cash
all at once.

Where would they get it?

What do you care?

They probably got a nest egg
or they can mortgage
something.

How would 25 G’s in cash look
to you right now?

Uh, like a million.

If I help you get it,
what’s my percentage?

-You’re the smart one,
you tell me.
-Twenty percent.

Now, that’s not much.

Only you’re going to do
the hard work, Mrs. Mead,

because I’ve got
a license to protect.

OK, I’m listening.

You show me how to get
the money, it’s a deal.

You kidnap the kid.

-What?
-[Ames] What’s her name?

Eileen, but...

Kidnap Eileen,
you phone the Birdwells
that they don’t get her back

unless they make a deal.

You think I want
to get sent up
for a kidnapping rap?

[stammering]
They give you life
for things like that.

For what? Re-possessing
your own property?

You got it wrong, Lottie.

There’s nothing crooked
about a mother taking
her own child back.

[Ames] Nobody goes to jail.

It’s just a matter of deciding
where the child
rightfully belongs.

You still got
her birth certificate?

Yes, but they’d call the cops.
They’d sue me.

Are you kidding?
They’ll want her back
at any cost.

Yeah?

-Gee, it might work.
-Can’t miss.

Take my word for it.
The dough’s yours.

Hi.

I’m sorry I’m late.
I had something
terribly important to do.

Scotch or rye? Get in.

-How’s it going?
-Everything’s fine.

I’ve been watching
the Birdwell house
for the last three days.

The kid gets taken to school
every morning by her old man,

but in the afternoon,
she comes home by herself,

and it stops outside
the school.

That’s the place to do it.

How am I going
to recognize her?

I’ll point her out to you.

Look, it’s almost 3:00 now.

I think we’ll take a dry run

just to make sure everything
goes smooth.

[Mrs. Mead clears throat]

-You don’t own a car, do you?
-Are you kidding?

Well, the best thing to do
is after you pick her up,
take a cab.

How do I know
she’s going to come with me?

She’ll come all right,
just tell her that her mommy
sent you.

Say that you’re
the new cleaning woman.

Cleaning woman!

Kid’ll believe you.

Tell her you’re gonna take her
downtown to see her mommy,

go buy some new clothes.

Well, after you pick
the kid up, get a cab

and take her over to your place
until you hear from me.

School’s up there
on the next block.

[children chattering]

Which one is her?
Which one is Eileen?

That’s her,
the one with the pigtails.

Say, she’s a cute kid.

She’s a doll,
a 25-grand doll.

What are you thinking about?
You’re not getting sentimental,
are you?

I was thinking
about the Birdwells.

Boy, would I love to see
their face when they find
I’ve got the baby, huh?

[laughs]

[Ames] Did you get
a good look at her?

Yeah, yeah. Sure did.

Hello, you must be Eileen.

Mm-hm, who are you?

I just started working
for your mommy,
and she sent me here.

I’m-- I’m a governess.

Governess?
You mean like in Jane Eyre?

Where’s that?

Look, honey, you don’t have
to take the bus home today.

Your mommy told me
to pick you up,
take you downtown,

and buy you some new dresses.

-You mean it?
You really mean it?
-Sure I mean it.

She told me we could take
a taxi. Would you like that?

Would I like it?
I’ve never been in a taxi.

What kind of dresses
are they gonna be?

Are they gonna be
party dresses?

How would I now?
I’m only the cleaning woman.

I thought you said
you were a governess.

Look, honey, come on,
let’s get the taxi,
you wanna?

[sighs]
Here we are.

[groans]

This doesn’t look like
a dress store to me.

No, no, it ain’t.

It’s my apartment, you see?
Your mommy’s gonna
meet us here.

What for?

Look, don’t ask
so many questions, huh?

You like to read?
I got some movie magazines.

Do you like movie magazines?

They’re all right.

OK, sit over there, then,
and relax.

Whee!

Whee...

Are you sure my mommy knows
where we are?

-Yeah, yeah, she knows.
-I’m hungry.

My mommy always gives me
something to eat when I come
home from school.

Oh, well... let’s see--
see what I got.

-I got some anchovies.
You like anchovies?
-I don’t know.

Let me see what else.
Oh, I know.

I got salted crackers.
Here, you’ll love them.
Sit down.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Oh, just great.

Yeah, happy as a clam.
When are you coming over?

OK.

Was that my mommy?

Who?... Oh, yeah...

-Yeah, that was your mommy.
-Is my mommy on her way?

Yep.

-Your mommy’s on her way.
-Goody.

[doorbell buzzes]

-Hi, Phil.
-Hi.

Wh-What’s this?
Who is your friend?

Mrs. Mead, I want you to meet
Charlie Vance.
He’s my partner.

Partner? What do you need
a partner for?

Charlie’s an expert
in these matters.

That’s right, Mrs. Mead.

Well.

-Hi, doll.
-Hello.

Is this the... little girl
you snatched?

Sure I did, why not?
I’m her mother.

She’s not my mother.

Oh, shut up, Eileen.

My name’s not Eileen.

My name’s Margaret.
Can I go home now?

Boy, sure turned out
to be a little liar.

I’m not a liar.
My name is Margaret,
and I never lie.

Margaret, for Pete’s sake,
look will you tell them
the truth.

She is telling the truth.
Her name’s not Eileen Birdwell.

Wh-What,
are you trying to fool me--

Charlie, you’re a witness.

Mrs. Mead admits kidnapping
this child.

What? What is this,
a frame-up or something?

Charlie used to work
with the FBI.

He still knows
the boys downtown.

They’ll be happy
to hear about this.

Mm-hm.

No, no. No, wait a minute.
No, I’m no kidnapper. No.

He’s the one. He fooled me.
He planned the whole thing.

He pointed out
the wrong kid, you see.

-He tricked me.
-[Ames] You tricked yourself.

You snatched the wrong child.

And now, if you wanna keep out
of a kidnapping rap,

you gotta leave
the Birdwells alone.

You gotta let them
adopt Eileen

and keep out of their lives
forever.

They’re the ones.

They’re the ones
who sent you here.

No, it was my idea.
I’m a private detective,

but I’m also
Ralph Birdwell’s friend.

You dirty double-crossing...
[gasps]

[sobs]

I want a drink.
[sobbing]

-Mrs. Mead,
you better listen to me...
-[sobs]

...if you don’t want to stay
the rest of your life
in prison.

[sobbing] OK. OK.

I’m no kidnapper.
I’m not, Eileen,

I wouldn’t kidnap anybody,
really.

Now, Margaret, I bet you wanna
go home, don’t you, Margaret?

-Yes, please.
-[laughs]

[grunting]
There we go...

-Meet you in the office, Phil.
-Right.

Bye.

Gee, that was fun.

Can I help you again,
some time, Daddy?

Good evening,
this is Alfred Hitchcock.

Welcome to the end
of tonight’s episode of

Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

I should explain
that my vacation

was the result
of a nasty remark I made
on the show.

The person at whom
I directed the remark

has been given
the following minute
to retaliate,

after which I shall return.

Perhaps it’s my sponsor
who needs a vacation.

Before taking leave,

I would like to show you
a few of my selections
for The Best of Hitchcock.

Now, this is truly
vintage Hitchcock,

and without the violence
my brother seems to admire.

Much more pleasant
than my brother’s choices.

After all, I like to keep
this a happy show.

Next week, we shall be back
with another story.
Until then, goodnight.