All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S06E20.The.Throwback.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I’m sure you are wondering
what I’m wearing.

It’s the latest thing,
I’m told.

Called a trampoline.

I do not intend to discuss
how I arrived here,

but I’m open to suggestions
for a way to get out.

As a costume,
it has severe limitations.

Fortunately you won’t have
to sit there

staring at me all evening.

We have a story for you.

It is called
"The Throwback."

But first we have
this one minute tear

in the tapestry
of television.

[doorbell buzzing]

[doorbell buzzing]

-Hi.
-Come in, Elliot.

-Am I too early?
-No.

I’ll be ready
in just a minute.

Oh, this is for you.

Thank you.

I’d better finish dressing.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute,
not so fast.

Elliot, please, I--

[Elliot]
Now, you think I bring girls
presents for nothing, huh?

For nothing?

We really should go,
it’s almost 8:00.

W-What’s the difference?

What do you mean?

Well...

to tell you the truth,

I didn’t make any special plans
for tonight.

You didn’t?

No.

I...

thought you might like
a quiet evening at home

for a change.

Could I have two glasses?

Oh, come one, Enid.

For the two months
we’ve known each other,

we’ve been rushing around
like every show is gonna close

and every restaurant
run out of food.

I’m sorry you feel that way.

I didn’t mean it like that.

[Elliot sighs]

It’s just that you’re always
hustling me out of here.

Now, why?

I spend a lot of time
in this apartment.

I just like to get out
whenever I can.

Now, it’s more to it
than that

and you know it.

Now, it’s the weekend,

can’t we relax
on the weekend?

Are we going out
or aren’t we?

No, we’re not going out.

Not until you tell me
what’s wrong with staying home.

Wrong?

Why do you say that?

Well, I know it’s wrong.
I’m not stupid.

There is a thing
about this place.

Now, I can feel it.

And there’s something wrong
with our dates.

All right,
why can’t I ever see you

on Saturday nights?

I told you,
I’m busy Saturdays. Modeling.

Oh, you really think
I really buy that story?

All right, now. What is it?

Now, you tell me the truth.

Is there someone else?

Is there?

I thought
maybe you’d never ask me that.

I was hoping you wouldn’t.

Well, I’m asking now.
Is there someone?

Yes, Elliot.

[scoffs]

"Yes, Elliot."

His name is Cyril Hardeen.

A widower.

He’s kind to me,

kind and gentle.

He’s such a gentle man,
Elliot, you’ve no idea.

[Elliot]
A widower, huh?

And how old is this--
this gentle, gentle creature?

He’s 54.

54?

Oh, but you mustn’t think
of him as old.

He’s... well,
he’s a wonderful person.

Yeah, he must be.

So that’s why
you are always rushing me

out of here.

That’s why
you would never see me

on Saturday.

I was just a diversion.

Oh, don’t say that!

But it’s true, isn’t it?

Your heart really belongs
to Daddy!

That’s not the way it is.

Oh, what was his pitch,
anyway?

A man his age?

Uh... modeling jobs?
Your name in lights?
The movies?

What was it?

Well, what was it?

-Diamonds? Furs?
-Stop it!

Stop it, Elliot!

He loves me.

That’s the truth.

He loves me very much.

Well, congratulations
and best of luck.

I hope you’re very happy.

Well, I’m not! I’m not!

Why tell me?
Tell Mr. Hardeen.

Oh, you’re--

you’re not even trying
to understand.

All right, Enid. All right.

Then, tell me, what is it?

Well, go on.

I met Cyril four years ago.

We’ve been going together
ever since.

After I met you,
I tried to break it off,

but I just couldn’t.

Listen,
now tell me something.

Do you love him?

Not the way you mean it.

I couldn’t explain it to you
in a million years.

You see everything
black and white, Elliot.

But if you knew Cyril,

if you knew
how he treated me.

He’s the kindest man
I have ever known.

I could never hurt him.

He’s like a knight
in a storybook,

a Don Quixote.

Oh, Enid.
It doesn’t make sense.

He’s 30 years older
than you.

Now, what could you see
in a man like that?

I knew you
wouldn’t understand.

Well,
nobody could understand!

Except maybe a psychiatrist.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Look...

I’m sure he’s a nice old guy,

but he’s not for you.

I never think of Cyril
as old.

All right.

All right, so now what?

What about you and me?

Yes.

What about us?

Well, I’m not gonna put up
with it.

It’s either him or me.

What?

Do you really mean that?

Of course I really mean it.

Well, say it.

Say what?

The magic words.
You know what they are.

All right, I love you.

Is that what
you wanted to hear?

Well...
the words are all right,

but the tone’s not so hot.

[sighs]

I love you. I--

I do...

[Enid] Elliot.

All right, now.
You listen to me.

[exhales]

I want you to give up
this guy.

I want you to throw
your Don Quixote
on a junk pile.

And if you want me to,
I’ll do it myself.

No, Elliot, I’ll tell him.

It’ll be better
if I tell him.

All right.

Uh, my name is Elliot Gray.
I have an appointment

with Mr. Hardeen.

Mr. Hardeen’s expecting you.

-Right in here, sir.
-Thank you.

[Hardeen] Well,
right on time, I see.

It’s very nice of you
to come, Mr. Gray.

I know it was an imposition,
asking you to visit me

on such a short notice.

That’s quite all right.

Enid has told me all
about you, of course.

That’s why I wanted us
to get together, I...

as you know,
I have Enid’s interest

at heart.

Yes. So I understand.

Won’t you sit down, please?

Thank you.

Well, Enid’s description
of you was accurate.

Oh? Is that good or bad?

No, no, no. It’s quite good,
I assure you.

If anything,
you’re even younger
than I’d imagined.

Would you mind telling me
how old you are?

I’m 26.

Do you want my height
and weight, too?

No, that really
won’t be necessary.

Look, Mr. Hardeen,
let’s get to the point.

I’m sure I don’t have
to tell you

how I feel about Enid

or how she feels about me.

No, she was fairly explicit
on that subject.

You needn’t give me
the details.

Well, she doesn’t want
to hurt you.

She made quite a point of that.
She thinks a lot of you.

Thank you.

Now, I don’t mean
to sound patronizing,

but you must have expected this
to happen sooner or later.

You couldn’t really
expect her to--

To what, Mr. Gray?

To love an older man?

Look, Mr. Hardeen,
why should I kid you?

Enid is 25.

Now, what kind of a future
could you give her?

You knew that this
would happen someday,

that she’d meet somebody
like me.

So why fight it?

Yes. You’re probably right.

Youth is
a powerful opponent.

Mr. Gray...

may I tell you something
about myself?

I’m 59 years old,

even older
than Enid thinks I am.

But what’s worse,
I’m a throwback,

an anachronism.

I’m that most hopeless
of creatures, a romantic,

born into an age
of unnecessary speed

and cheap music.

If I’d been luckier,
I would’ve been born

in medieval days,

when honor was honor
and the prize of conquest

was beauty.

[exhales]

Oh... I can see
I’m boring you.

Look...

why don’t we go downstairs
and have a drink?

Downstairs?

Yes, I have a bar down
in the basement, and I--

I think we’d both
feel more relaxed

with a drink in our hands.

Sure.

Oh, it’s right this way,
Mr. Gray.

[Elliot] Well,
this is quite a place.

Is this what you call a bar?

Oh, I work out a little here
sometimes.

It helps take off
some of the fat.

Of course,
I have a few of these

and put the pounds
right on again.

Well, what will you have,
Mr. Gray?

Oh, a little scotch
and water.

[light clattering]

[pouring]

Thank you.

Well,
what should we drink to?

To Enid.

No, perhaps not.

Suppose we just drink
to... honor?

To honor.

[Hardeen exhales]

Well, Mr. Gray,
as soon as you are ready.

Ready?

Oh, surely you know
what I expect of you now.

What any man...

at least a throwback
like myself at any rate,

expects of someone
who has come between him

and his woman.

I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

It’s an ancient custom,
Mr. Gray.

Ancient and honorable.

What is?

I’m speaking of combat,
Mr. Gray.

Unarmed combat.

Now, wait a second.

Uh, you don’t think
I’m gonna fight you.

Why not, Mr. Gray?

Men have been setting disputes
like this for centuries.

I suggest we settle
this one the same way.

I think you’re
out of your mind.

Don’t you think Enid
is worth it?

Well, that’s got nothing
to do with it.

A punch on the jaw
isn’t gonna change anything,

Mr. Hardeen,
you ought to know that.

Well, perhaps not,
but whether it solves anything
or not

really doesn’t matter,
does it?

I think a great deal
of Enid, Mr. Gray.

I want proof
of your feelings for her.

I’m willing to offer my own.

Now, finish that drink
and let’s get started.

This is about the nuttiest
thing I ever heard of.

No. I won’t fight you.

I wouldn’t think of it.

For one thing,
you are 30 years older

than I am.

You needn’t remind me
of that.

Just answer my question.

Will you fight?

Look, if you’ve got
some crazy idea

about a duel or something,
forget it.

I’m not talking about swords
or pistols, Mr. Gray.

I see no need
for killing each other.

I’m speaking
of unarmed combat,

the old fashioned,
primitive sort.

If you’re really worried
about the inequality

of our years and strength...

I’ve thought of that, too.

There’s an old custom
in affairs of this sort,

and I believe
it applies here.

What custom?

Under Louis Quatorze,
many of the French noblemen

employed substitutes
to carry out

their affairs of honor.

Why, even
the great Napoleon Bonaparte,

when challenged,

offered to send
a fencing master
as his plenipotentiary.

Well, in this case,
I would say a substitute

is even more justified.

Well, someone closer
to your own age and prowess.

Excuse me.

Joseph?

Joseph, are you up there?

[Joseph] Yes, sir.

[door closing
and footsteps approaching]

[Hardeen]
Ah, there you are.

This is Joseph, Mr. Gray.

Oh, I believe
you met upstairs.

Joseph has been
a very good friend of mine

ever since
his retirement from...

another profession.

Look, Mr. Hardeen,

if you think
you are gonna egg me

into a fight,
you made a wrong guess.

I’m not gonna fight you
or Joseph

or anybody else.

Now, if you don’t mind.

[grunts]

You--
You can’t keep me here.

[Hardeen] Oh,
don’t let us bicker, Mr. Gray.

No. No.

Now, you keep your hands
off me,

or I’m gonna call the cops--

[Elliot grunts]

[Elliot coughs]

[Joseph]
Oh, come on. Get up. Get up.

I think that’s enough,
Joseph.

Very well, sir.

[Hardeen]
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

I am sorry, Mr. Gray.

I hoped that you’d try
and put up more of a fight,

but I’m satisfied,
at any rate.

What’s the matter,
are you some kind of nut
or something?

You are no throwback.

You’re a-- a maniac!

Oh, I’m afraid
you don’t share my concept

of what’s right and honorable,
Mr. Gray, it is a pity.

Now, I want out of here.

Well, you can go now.
I won’t try and stop you.

Oh, but Mr. Gray,
there is one thing.

I wouldn’t advise you
telling Enid about this.

I doubt if she’d believe you
anyway.

You may do yourself
more harm than good.

Don’t you worry about Enid.

Well, after all,
I have known her

a great deal longer
than you have.

Well, that’s all over, now.
You understand?

Perfectly.

Enid’s through with for good!

You may be right.

Well, in that case,

I’d say you’d won after all.

[Hardeen]
No hard feelings, eh?

[door slams]

[Hardeen]
Come on, Joseph.

[sighs]

[line buzzing]

[grunts]

[exhales]

[doorbell buzzing]

You Mr. Elliot Gray?

Yeah, that’s right.

We are the police,
Mr. Gray.

Can we come in?

Police?

Yeah, sure. Come in.

My name is Lieutenant Marsh,
and this is Sergeant Baker.

What? I don’t understand,
w-what do you want?

What’s this all about?

Are you acquainted with
a man named Cyril Hardeen?

Uh... yeah. I sure am.

Did you see Mr. Hardeen
this evening?

Yes, I did.

You and Mr. Hardeen maybe had
a little trouble tonight?

Wait. Look. Look, uh...

I’m not gonna answer
any more questions

until I know
what this is all about.

Look, Mr. Gray...

we don’t have any warrant
that’ll force you

to go along with us.

But you’ll save yourself a lot
of trouble later on if you do.

Where to?

[Marsh]
Cyril Hardeen’s house.

Why?

It’s a matter
of identification, Mr. Gray.

Is this the man,
Mr. Hardeen?

Yes. Yes...

What? This is some kind
of crazy mistake.

I-I didn’t do anything.

Well, look. I’m the one
that got beaten up.

That’s not the way it looks,
does it?

You sure don’t pick them
your age, do you, buddy?

Enid,
you don’t believe this.

Elliot, how could you?

I didn’t do anything.
This is some kind of mistake!

Have the courage
to admit what happened.

It’s very clear.

You fought over me,
and this is what you did.

[Enid] Cyril told me
all about it.

Oh, thank you, Joseph.

Well, he lied to you, Enid.

It was a frame-up!

It didn’t happen this way.

This fellow,
he did it deliberately.

He wanted you to think this!

[Enid] Aren’t you ashamed
trying to put the blame

on somebody else?

It’s a frame-up, Enid!

Please,
don’t make it any worse!

You’ve proved your point.

You’re younger and stronger
than he is, I know that.

But I don’t wanna hear
about it!

Not anymore.

If you want to prefer charges
for assault and battery,

Mr. Hardeen...

[Enid] Joseph...

No.

I don’t want
to make any charges.

But I would like
to rest a little.

All right,
let’s get going, bud.

You know,
you’re pretty lucky.

Personally, I wouldn’t mind
seeing you put away.

-Enid, would you listen to me?
-No.

Joseph, hand me that pillow,
will you, please?

-On your way.
-Enid!

Enid, you don’t understand!

[Marsh] Can’t you see
the man wants quiet?

[Elliot] Enid!

Just leave us alone, Elliot.

You’re going to be all right,
darling.

Thank you.

That was
a pleasantly romantic story.

But I was in no mood
to enjoy it.

My feet are beginning
to hurt.

Fortunately, my assistants
have promised to extract me

under cover of the following
one-minute
entertainment black-out.

I shall see you
at its conclusion.

[machinery whirring]

I appreciate getting out,

but I don’t think
the job called for
a heavy construction crane

and a crew of four men.

One of my assistants
is given to large scale ideas.

He was the one who thought
of opening this show

with a shot of me
bouncing merrily
on a trampoline.

However, he won’t be with us
when we return next week.

We are sending him on location
to Devil’s Island.

Goodnight.