All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S06E23.Incident.in.a.Small.Jail.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening.

We have here
one of the latest

and most improved
parking meters.

The old type merely indicated
a violation,

and unless
a policeman happened by,

the driver could get off
scot-free.

This meter assures us that
the violator will be punished.

Needless to say,

even if the automobile
is hauled away,

it can easily be identified
and so can the driver
if he’s within range.

The advantages are not all
on the side of the law,
however,

for this device also will
blow away any parking ticket

left on your windshield.

And now I see our sponsor
is parked in a one-minute zone,

following which we shall have
tonight’s story.

-Fill it up, please. High test.
-Yes, sir!

You got anything to drink
around here?

No, try the drug store
across the street.

[stop sign rings]

Hey!

Close shave, officer.

Didn’t you see
that red light?

No, I didn’t. I guess I
must have been daydreaming,
Sorry.

Wait a minute.
Where are you going?

Get back up on that curb.
Go on!

-What’s your name?
-My name’s Leon Gorwald
I’m a salesman,

traveling
for Collins and Company.
Haberdashery.

Mister, I’m going to slap
a ticket on you.

What for?

Crossing against
that red light.

You violated
the traffic code.

Oh, now wait a minute.
Let’s be reasonable.

Let me have
your identification,
Mr. Gorwald.

I’m going to make
you men from out of town

pay a little more attention
to the laws around here.

Now, listen, officer.

What do you say we forget
the whole thing, huh?

You, uh...

You offering me that money?

Fine couldn’t be
much more than that.

Let’s just say I’m skipping
the middle man, OK?

-All right, get in.
-What?

You heard me.
I’m taking you in.

-Taking me in?
You mean to jail?
-That’s right.

The charges are violation
of the traffic code
and attempted bribery.

But you can’t do that to me.

I’ve got to be
in Center City by morning.

I’ve got customers to see.

I’m behind schedule already.

Get in.

But what about my car?
I’ve got it over at the garage.

I’ll have your car sent around
to the prison parking lot.

You can pick it up
when you’re released.

Look, I was just trying
to save us both some trouble,
that’s all.

You can’t blame
a guy for that.

Oh, come on.
Can’t you listen to reason?

Go on.

Monty!

Now, when do I get to see
a magistrate?

-Hey, sheriff!
-I mean I know my rights.

I’m entitled to a hearing
before a magistrate.

[officer] Monty, Sandy,
anybody here?

I guess they all went out
to lunch or something.

I’ll just have to do
the honors myself.

[officer] Date...

What did you say
your name was?

Gorwald, Leon Gorwald.

G-O-R-W-A-L-D.

Leon. Address?

1070 North Drive,
Philadelphia.

All right, Mr. Gorwald,

you follow me, please.

Now, I want to see a judge.
I’m entitled to see a judge.

You’ll see one
as soon as I can find him.

It’s Sunday, mister.
Things are quiet around here
on Sunday.

In you go.

There. Now, I’ll go over
to Judge Webster’s house

and tell him
he’s got a customer.

-You just sit tight.
-But you can’t leave me here
alone.

Don’t worry, mister.
You’ll keep.

I’ll find some company
for you.

Hey, Monty!

Can’t understand
where they all went.

Well...

where you been?

Carlie, am I glad
to see you.

I saw your car
out in the front,
and I said thank goodness.

Sheriff,
what are you talking about?

And what’s the idea of leaving
the jail unattended?

Now, Carlie,
don’t fuss at me.

We got the worst crime
that ever happened in Longford.

You mean you haven’t heard
about it?

No, what crime?

Well, we got the fella
that did it, that is
Sandy and me.

I’d like you to help us
haul him in and lock him up.

For the love of Pete,
what’s he doing in there?

Prisoner.

Sheriff, who is this you want
to lock up? And what’s he
supposed to have done?

Worst thing I ever saw,
Carlie.

Lord knows I’ve seen
a lot in France...

in the war,
but nothing as bad as this.

-It was the Fremont girl.
You know her?
-No.

Her folks run a chicken farm,
about six miles out of town.

Her kid brother found her
out in the woods,

’bout a quarter
of a mile behind the house.

She was kind of pretty.

She ain’t pretty anymore,
Carlie.

That fella used
a knife on her.

You say you got the killer?

Yeah. Out in Sandy’s car.

He gave us a hard time
at first, but he’s quiet now.

You want to help us
fetch him in?

Yeah. All right.

Then I better get a report
into headquarters.

They may want me out there.

Is the body still
where you found it?

I left a deputy.

What about that one?
What did he do?

Jaywalking...

and attempted bribery.

I want to see a judge.

Let me pay the fine
and get out of here.

Yeah.

Carlie,
under the circumstances,

why don’t we just let him go?

What’s the matter, Monty?
Two prisoners too much
for you to handle?

[sheriff] Now you know
that isn’t so.

Look, a prisoner’s
a prisoner.

I’ll go see Judge Webster
and get him a hearing.

Then we’ll see.

You always were a stickler,
like your old man.

That’s right.

All right, tell you what.

You and Sandy bring in
the prisoner and I’ll try

and get Judge Webster
on the phone, all right?

Hello Irma,

Will you get me
Judge Webster’s home, please?

Hello, is the Judge in?
This is the sheriff.

Well, when do you expect him?

Well, when he comes in,

would you tell him please
to call the county jail?

No, it doesn’t matter when.
Just tell him to call the jail.

-[sheriff] Bribery, huh?
-When can I talk to the judge?

[sheriff] Ah, shut up.

[door opens]

Move.

Right in here.

[Sandy] I don’t think he’ll
give us any more trouble,
sheriff.

I think I knocked
some of the fight out of him.

What’s your name, mister?

[sheriff]
He doesn’t talk much.

You won’t get anywhere
that way.

Sheriff, please.
You’ve got to let me out
of here.

You can’t keep me locked up.

What about the judge, sheriff?
You reach him?

Him and his wife went
to Blanton to visit her folks.

He ought to be back in town
by 10:00.

Could we call him there?

Well, it’s after 6:00.
Take him three hours
to get here to town.

-Maybe we outta let him
have his supper.
-Yeah.

I’m sorry, mister.
We’re doing the best we can.

Never mind him. He’ll keep.

How did you catch up
to this one?

Well, he must have been
trying to hitchhike his way
through town.

We never saw him before.

He tried to pick up
a ride, not a hundred yards
from where we found the body,

so we stopped him.

Ran like crazy
but Sandy caught up with him

and he put up a good fight,

so Sandy had to pistol-whip him
a little bit.

Might be a mechanic somewhere,
from the look of
those old coveralls.

[Carlie] Sandy, how about
showing me the way

out to the Fremont place?

Sure, if it’s all right
with the sheriff.

[sheriff]
All right with me.

I’ll make my report
to headquarters from there.

Sure you can handle things
all right?

Don’t worry about that.
I’ll make out fine.

But what about me?
What about me?

[laughing]

I’ll get back soon as I can.
You take care.

But what about me?

Sheriff.

Sheriff, please.
I want to talk to you.

What do you want, mister?

Look, it’s been hours.

Hasn’t even been an hour.

You just be patient.

But I’m entitled
to a hearing.

You know that, don’t you?

Well, you are entitled
to one phone call,
that’s for sure.

Anybody you want to call?

Who am I going to call?
I don’t know anybody
in this rotten town.

Look, all I did was to cross
the street against the light.

You can’t lock up a man
for jaywalking.

Well, Carlie thought
it was a good idea.

Well, maybe you got
more sense than him.

Maybe if I paid you the fine?

Well, take it. Take it.

Go on, sheriff. Take it.

Shut up!

You too.

What are you doing here?

I thought you went with Carlie
to the Fremont place.

No, I didn’t go.

He thought I ought to stay
around here, when he saw that
bunch over at Petrie’s

What bunch?

Something’s goin’ on,
sheriff.

Look, when we come outside,

we see this big bunch hanging
around outside Petrie’s place,

talking it up.
You know how they get.

Old man Petrie’s
as happy as a jaybird.

He’s selling drinks
like it was New Year’s Eve.

Well, Carlie thought
there might be some kind
of trouble,

so he told me to hang around
and see.

What kind of trouble?
What are you bein’
so mysterious for?

Hush. Sheriff, you know the men
in this town, and you know how
mean they can get.

But don’t think they don’t know
about the Fremont girl
getting killed.

Now, you can’t keep a thing
like that a secret, the way he
used that knife on her.

Now, that’s what they’re
talking about, understand?

Well, what’s so unusual
about that?

What do you expect them
to talk about?

Monty, now you been sheriff
in this town a long time,

and you have never seen
any real trouble.

That’s right.

Those guys in Petrie’s bar
are putting away
a lot of drinks...

and they’re talking crazy.

They know we’ve arrested
the girl’s killer.

And that’s what they’re talking
about, understand?

Sandy, will you please talk
plain?

Is this plain enough for you?
They’re talking
about a lynching!

Lynching?

You’re crazy.

I was there, at the bar,
listening to them.

Now, they’re ready
to bust loose.

You don’t know how fast
these kind of things
can happen.

I saw it one time,
in Perryville,
when I was a kid.

I don’t see a thing.

-Maybe if I call Petrie.
-Just take my word for it,

they’ll be coming.
Now, we’ve got to do something
and do it now.

Well, what can I do?

I just don’t believe this.

Well, you’ll believe it
when you see him
at the end of a rope!

Rope? Who said rope?

Who said rope?

[sheriff] You quiet down!
This has nothing to do
with you.

Sheriff, please.
I want to see the judge.

[telephone rings]

Sheriff’s Office,
Deputy Bill Sanderson.

What’s that?
It’s Petrie.

Yeah, Joe.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

Well, if you’re going to do
something, sheriff,
we’d better do it now.

Petrie said a bunch of ’em
just started over this way.

And the way they’ve been
drinking and working
themself up,

it’s a sure thing
they mean business.

You let me out.
You let me outta here!

Oh, sheriff, sheriff, please.
I can’t stay here.
You’ve got to let me go.

Sandy, you better get
that shotgun we keep in back.

-[prisoners yelling]
-Look, sheriff, if you’re
thinking

about holding off that bunch,
just you and m--

I don’t think we have
any choice!

Now get the gun
and stop wasting time.

[mechanic]
Look, you gotta get me
out of this.

They’re not gonna lynch me.

-Stop that yelling.
-Nobody’s gonna lynch me.

We’ll take care of you.
That’s our job.

Open the door. Give me a gun
so I can defend myself.

Here’s the gun. I sure hope
it’s in workin’ order.

Don’t think it’s been fired
in five years.

How many of them did
you say they were?

It’s about 20
and it’s getting bigger
by the minute.

You gotta get me out of here.

Sheriff, I’ll be killed
if you don’t get that judge.

He’s right, sheriff.
We should let him out.

-What?
-Listen to him, sheriff.

I don’t mean set him free.
I mean transfer him
to someplace else.

Well, maybe you are right.
Maybe we should get him out
of here

before we’re forced
to shoot our friends.

But what about me?
You can’t leave me in here.

I’ll go out and see
if I can slow ’em down some.

You take the prisoner
and go out to the parking lot
in the back

and get in the car and head out
to Fremont’s place.

You’re talking sense, boy.

And you can handcuff him
to the seat so he won’t give
you any trouble.

-[Gorwald]
Sheriff, will you listen to me?
-[Sandy] You shut up!

You can pick up Carlie out
there, and he’ll know what
do to next.

Think you can handle them,
Sandy?

Yes, but not for long.
So you better hurry.

-Come on, sheriff, hurry up.
-All right, quiet down.

All right, you’re gonna get
your wish, bud. Back up!

Now, take it easy
and no funny stuff.

[sheriff]
All right, come on out.

Easy.

Hold up your paws.

Sheriff, please!

All right, take them off.

-What?
-Take off your clothes, buddy.
Take them off.

What are you talking about?

I said take those clothes off.
I want ’em. Come on.

All right.

Come on now, you can go faster
than that.

All right.
These are for you.

No. I don’t want them.

-Put them on.
-No.

Put them on!

Come on. Hurry up.
Good boy.

All right, step over there.
Come on.

Come on!

No. Don’t make me go
in there, please. Please!

Get in!

No, don’t leave me in here,
please.

Please, they’ll think I’m you.
They’ll kill me.

So long, buddy.
Thanks a lot for your help.

No, don’t leave me here,
please!

Don’t leave me!

Sheriff.

Sheriff, please.

[Gorwald]
Wake up, sheriff.

Sheriff!
You’ve got to wake up!

[people chattering]

Sheriff!

[pounding on door]

No.

No.

I’m not-- I’m not the man.

I’m not the man.

I’m not the one.

He got away.

No. No.

No, I’m not the one.

[man] Hand me the keys.

[Gorwald] I’m not the one.

Listen to-- I-I--
I’m not the one...

[stuttering]

I crossed against the light.
That’s all.

I am not the one. I--

I just crossed
against the light.
That’s all I did!

I got away. I didn’t--
I am not the one.

I just crossed
against a light. That’s all.

And they put me in because--
Ah!

[man]
All right.
Let’s take him outside.

[Carlie]
Don’t try to talk yet.

[groans]

My head.

Here.

What happened?

You got quite a bump,

but then so did the sheriff.

It could have been worse though.

It could have been worse
for both of you.

They tried to kill me.

Yeah, I know what happened,

but that’s all over now.

You can thank Sandy here
for saving you.

When he saw he couldn’t
stop ’em, he....

came and got Edmunds and me
down at the crossroads.

We drove back up here
as fast as we could.

They were sure giving you
a bad time. We had to fire
a few shots over the crowd...

that and the police car,
I guess sobered them up.

Lucky for all of us.

The mechanic?

We lost him, I’m afraid.
He got away in all the fuss.

But we’ll catch up to him.

I guess we’ve given you enough
of a bad time, Mr. Gorwald.

The town is gonna put you up
in a motel for the night,

and tomorrow they’ll buy you
a new suit of clothes.

As for the jaywalking charge,

you can just forget about that.
Fair enough?

[grunting]

Fair enough.

But for now on, you watch
where you’re going.

Don’t worry.
I intend to be very careful.

Good.

I’ll get you something to wear
for the time being,

and then we’ll get you
squared away.

[door opens]

-[Gorwald] Hi.
-Hi.

Want a lift?

-Yes, thank you.
-Well, hop in.

By the way I wouldn’t worry
about that female hitchhiker
if I were you.

That was
John Charles Wentworth,

the gentleman who later
authored a book,

I Was a Girl for the FBI.

There was another announcement
I was to make,

but I can’t remember it.

Give me one minute
and perhaps I can.

I now remember the announcement
I wanted to make.

We shall return next week
at the same time.

Until then, goodnight.