All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S06E37.Make.My.Death.Bed.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening,
fellow creatures.

This evening we are making
a daring experiment.

We shall present
a blank screen

and let your imagination
fill in the picture.

Since I have no idea
of what you are thinking,

I have no idea
what you are seeing.

I understand a good many men
watch our show.

Of course I’m sure
their wives occasionally,

peak in from the kitchen.

But when they see the show
hasn’t begun,

they return to their work.

I’m afraid our experiment
may be getting out of hand.

I should ask our sponsor
to fill the screen

with his own wholesome
untroubled thoughts.

This is specially designed
for those of you

with nothing at all
on your mind.

[jazz music playing]

A man in a chair
all by himself
on New Year’s Eve?

Do you have any suggestions?

I believe
in two fisted drinking,

one in each hand, here.

You take one.

Thank you.

Is... this...
[strums guitar]

...the best you can do?

Seems to me a girl
would be more fun right now.

Oh, she would, she would.

But I got a wife
sitting up there.

[guitar playing]

[man]
* In Scarlet town
where I was born *

* There was a fair maid
dwelling *

* Made every youth
cried well away *

* For her name
was Barbara Allen *

* All in the merry month
of May *

[man keeps singing]

I just love to hear Bish sing.

I guess that’s why
I married him.

-What’s the name of that song?
-"Barbara Allen."

-Ken, how about a refill?
-Oh, sure, doc.

-I’ll get it for you.
-[Bob sighs]

Bob, it isn’t that often

we can get you
and Della out to parties.

Oh, you leave him alone.
He’s having a good time.

There are going to be
no babies born tonight.

-And so far as we know.
-[laughter]

Do not be too sure.

-Spoilsport.
-Hey, listen,

isn’t anybody going
to try my goulash?

I’ve been chained
to a hot stove all day.

I bet Bob would like it
better than he does mine.

-You want some?
-[Della] Yeah.

[Bish keeps singing]

-Jackie?
-Huh?

How about trying
some of Ken’s goulash?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

You know, I never met
Bish Darby before.

He certainly seems to be
in love with the sound

-of his own voice. Doesn’t he?
-[chuckles]

What does he do?

He’s a farm equipment
salesman.

He was transferred up here
about two months ago.

Oh.

He seems to be
quite a salesman all right.

Is it true what they say
about Dixie?

Well I don’t know Dixie,
but I’m sure willing to try.

Hey! Almost a New Year.

Couldn’t get any worse
than the old one,
that’s for sure.

-[both laughing]
-I better go and get my wife.

[phone ringing]

Happy New Year, everybody.
It’s 12:00!

-Happy New Year!
-[everybody] Happy New Year!

[cheering]

Happy New Year!

[Jackie laughs]

Happy New Year, darling.

OK. Yeah, I’m on my way.

Mrs. Powell. She’s in labor.
Two weeks early.

Hey, hey. Hey.

-Happy New Year, darling.
-Happy New Year.

You mean,
you don’t play golf, man?

No.

Oh, you don’t know
what you’re missing.

Oh, all that walking
after a little ball.

[laughing]
It’s not just that little ball

that you’re walking after.

-It’s a... business.
-What do you mean?

Well, you wanna join
a country club,

sell some of those plows,
huh?

Well, you already got me
in the lion’s.

Now, sweetheart,
you listen to Ken.

Well, honey, I heard him.
I heard him.

After all,
I did buy that house

on his recommendation,
didn’t I?

Oh, it’s a good investment,
you’ll see.

Oh, darling,
we’re out of cigarettes.

I think I’ll pop down
to the crossing and get some.

Bish, would you mind moving
the car from the driveway?

-It’s blocking mine.
-No, not at all.

I’ll be right back.

-[Jackie] Bye-bye, there.
-[Elise] Bye.

[Jackie] Ken?

Ken, you sure have been
a great help to us.

Bish and I
are so out of things,

and if it hadn’t been
for you and Elise,

we never would’ve
been accepted.

Oh, it wasn’t us.
It was Bish’s guitar

and his husky baritone voice
that opened the--

...door.

[sigh] My goodness,
Elise is so pretty.

There’s plenty
of cigarettes here.

She didn’t have to go.

[Jackie]
Well, maybe she didn’t want
to run too low.

Your car is gone, I--

I guess Bish drove her down.

Yes.

Well, they’ll--
they’ll be back soon.

Now, what am I going to do
with this?

-[Elise] Can I help?
-No, it’s all right, honey.

I can manage, thank you.

I guess you really are leaving
tomorrow, aren’t you?

[laughing]
I certainly am, honey.

And I need another week
to get ready then, too.

[laugh] It seems a shame
to be leaving

with the weather
just getting nice.

Yes,
but I promised the children
that they could visit

their grandmother
during the vacation.

Will Bish join you later?

Yes!

Yes, he can’t right now,
he’s too busy.

[sigh]

Mommy, Mommy,
is the train ready?

No, baby, not yet,
but it will be tomorrow.

Oh, Mattie, see?
I told you.

She wouldn’t believe me.

I believe you, Bob. Come
give auntie Elise a big hug.

Mattie is only a baby.

She doesn’t understand
about trains.

You do, though.
You’re a big boy.

You better keep an eye
on your little sister.

[Jackie laughing] Yes, Bob,
you do that for Mommy, huh?

Now, out with you,
both of you.

-OK.
-Out to play.

That’s right.

I’ll never finish
this packing.

I better be leaving, too.

-Oh, don’t run off.
-Oh, but I most.

You know, but there is something
you can do for me, honey.

-Anything.
-It’s about Bish.

-Yes?
-I sure would appreciate

if you keep your eye on him
for me while I’m gone.

Just to see that
he eats properly
and sticks to his diet.

Diet? Bish on a diet?
Don’t tell me.

Oh, yes. He doesn’t take it
very seriously, but he should.

He starts
to put on a little weight,

-and before you know it...
-What can I do?

Well, just, keep after him,
it’s really a very simple diet.

Tell me what it is and
I’ll nag him to death.

-[chuckles]
-It’s just lean meat

and no potatoes,
and no bread, and no desserts,

and saccharin in his coffee.

-[both laughing]
-All right.

Oh, can I drive you
to the station tomorrow?

Oh, no, that’s all right,
honey. Bish will.

-I’ll come see you out.
-Oh, don’t bother.

Have a good trip.
I’ll see you
when you get back.

Yes, honey, I will.

I sure will.

* Father, oh, Father,
come dig my grave *

* I’ll dig it long
and narrow *

* Sweet William died
for me today *

* I’ll die
for him tomorrow *

* They buried him
in the old churchyard *

* They buried her
beside him *

* Through William’s heart
grew a red, red rose *

* Through Barbara’s grew
a briar *

Where did you ever learn
to play the guitar?

Oh, I never took any lessons.
I just...

sort of started picking
at the strings.

Uh, so do it yourself, huh?

Play some more.

Oh, give me a chance
to get my breath.

[laugh] That was a big supper
we just had.

No one would ever guess
you we’re on a diet.

Well, I’m not.
I’m supposed to be,

but I just can’t seem
to get around to it.

-Who told you, Eli?
-Jackie.

Have you heard from her yet?

Yeah, yeah.
I got a wire from her yesterday.

She’s at her folk’s place.

Oh, I promised Jackie
I’d help you keep you slim.

Now, where’s that saccharin?

There’s no use.
I’ll just forget it anyway.

I won’t let you forget.

How about a brandy,
everyone?

-Not me.
-No, no thank you.

I’ll take one.

All right.

Ken sure missed
a great dinner.

Well, he’d never miss a Junior
Chamber of Commerce meeting.

You know, he has been after me
to join. I just might do that.

Be good business.

Business-- that’s all men
ever think about.

[Della] Is that so bad?

Well, let’s just say
it’s not stimulating.

I have a theory.

Men should make money,

put it in their wives’
checking accounts

and then forget about it.

It’s a good thing you’re not
married to a doctor.

Uh, speaking of doctors,

I’m reminded that I work
24 hours a day.

It’s getting late, honey.

-OK. We better go home.
-Yeah. Hate to run,

but if I should get a call,

that fog is going to really
slow us up getting back
to town.

[Della] Don’t get up.
We had a lovely dinner.

I’m glad you came.

[Della] Thanks, bye.

-Goodnight, Elise.
-Goodnight.

-[Bob] Bish.
-[Elise] Bye, goodnight.

[Bish humming "Barbara Allen"]

[car ignition]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, this is
Dr. Hudson’s residence.

This is his wife.
I’ll take a message.

What?

Oh, no, where?

Yes. Yes, he’ll be over
right away.

-Bob.
-[Bob] Huh?

-Bob, wake up.
-[Bob] All right, who was it?

That was the sheriff.

They want you to go
to the Taylor place,
right away.

Ken Taylor just shot
and killed Bish Darby!

[officer]
Well, I guess there’s
nothing more we can do

until the doc arrives.

[knocking]

[officer]
Hi, doc. Della.

-[Bob] Where?
-[officer] There he is.

-Clint.
-Yeah, I guess so.

Hello, Della.

Do you have a cigarette on you?
Everyone here seems to have
run out.

-Thank you.
-How about some coffee?

I’m gonna have some.

Well, there’s some
on the bar from dinner.

I-- I walked in.

I walked right in.

Now, drink this.
It’ll make you feel better.

I can’t drink coffee
without sugar.

I’ll get some.

Oh, don’t bother,
I’ll use this.

They won’t do anything
to Ken, will they?

I don’t know.

[Elise]
It was all my fault,
I’ll say so.

It’s rather late now.

Jackie, I--

I feel so sorry for her.

Poor little Jackie.

What did she ever do
to deserve this?

[Elise]
It was hardly worth it.

I thought I’d die
if I couldn’t have him.

But it was hardly worth it.

Jackie and the kids
without Bish?

The world without Bish?

The guitar without Bish.

I sure fouled this one up,
didn’t I?

Of course it was
the original mistake.

My mistake in...

thinking Ken would put up
with anything from me.

Is that why you married him?

Yes.

I could have had
almost anyone in Bellfont.

Your Bob, for instance.

But I didn’t want him.

Only Bish.

Oh, Della, just look at me.

Tell me, was I meant
for just one man

and one life?

Was I meant to be dedicated

to the gods
of Bellfont respectability?

You could have gotten out
of Bellfont.

Bish was the only one.

The only one since
I was married.

The only one
I was serious about.

I guess the gods
of Bellfont respectability

weren’t working
for Bish and Jackie

when they sent them here.

Della.

May I see you a moment,
please?

How is she taking it?

She’s all right.

Don’t you think
you should call Jackie?

-No, I think you better call.
-Not me.

You should let her
best friend do it.

Oh, I--

I feel so odd
all of a sudden.

Odd.

I’ll get Bob
to give you something.

No. No, don’t bother.

I’ll just lay down here
for a while.

Where did Ken
get the gun, Della?

How long do you suppose
he’s had it?

I don’t know.

[sigh]

When Ken walked in,
he just stood there.

Then he said,
"I’ve waited long enough,
but I got you now."

And then he just
took out the gun.

Try not to think about it.

We had steak for dinner
because Bish is dieting.

He always diets
when he thinks he’s putting on
a little weight.

Jackie and I laughed about it.

Bish is dead and I’m talking
about him as if he isn’t.

Oh, it--

it was Ken’s coming back
that did it. I--

I forgot about
the J.C.’s letting
their meetings out early

on foggy nights.

[sigh] It was the fog.

They always come home early
when it’s foggy.

So many of them
live on the lake.

You’re talking too much.
Now try to get some rest.

You want to call Jackie
for me, honey?

I couldn’t, I’d make
such a mess of it.

Look, if you knew
about Bish and Elise,

why didn’t you at least
try to warn Jackie?

I hadn’t seen her for ages.
Besides, she knew.

Here.

Guess I should have tried.

You think
it would have helped?

Well, an unfaithful husband
is better than a dead one.

Come on, Ken.
We’re going downtown now.

Finished with
the report yet, doc?

No, it’s just the preliminary.

What about Mrs. Taylor?
Can we get hold of her family?

I don’t think they’re likely
to show up.

[officer]
Well, doesn’t she have
any friends she can go to?

None that I know of.

Can you stay with her
just for tonight?

Looks like she’s in
a pretty bad state of shock.

There’s no one else
to do it, is there?

Goodnight, doc,
see you in the morning.

[Bob] Goodnight, Clint.

I just want to call Jackie now.

Hello?

Hello, operator,
I’d like to place

a long distance
telephone call

to Huntersville, Mississippi.

That’s right.

Uh, just a minute.

Hon,

do you happen to know Jackie’s
name before she was married?

Uh, her parents’ name?

I don’t know,
I don’t think I ever knew.

[Elise]
Their name is Bliss.

Her father’s name
is Beauregard Bliss.

Elise, you’re drinking
too much coffee.

What you need is sleep.

[Bob]
Beauregard Bliss.

That’s right, operator.

Oh, operator,
when you get to Bliss residence,

I’d like to talk
to a Mrs. Bishop Darby.

Darby, yeah.

That’s right.

All right,
I’ll hold on, operator.

I feel awful.

[Della] I’m going to stay
with you tonight.

Thank you.

I keep thinking of that song
Bish used to sing--

"Barbara Allen."

-You know it?
-Yes, I know it.

* When he was dead
and laid in grave *

* Her heart was stroke
with sorrow *

* Oh, Mother, Mother,
make my bed *

* For I shall die tomorrow *

* Oh, Mother, Mother,
make my bed *

* Oh, make it
long and narrow *

* Sweet William died
for me today *

[Bob]
Mrs. Darby? Jackie?

Jackie, this is Bob Hudson.

Hello, Bob.

I’m afraid I have bad news
for you, Jackie.

It’s Bish.

He’s dead.

All right.

What was that?

I said--

You want me to give myself
up to the authorities here?

Or should I come back there?

Jackie, I’m afraid
you don’t understand.

[Jackie]
I mean, who should arrest me?

I’m trying to tell you
that Bish has been killed.

He was shot.

Shot?

Shot?

Yes. It was--

Ken.

[chuckles]

It was Ken.

Jackie, do you mind if I speak
to your mother

or your father, please?

If-- If Ken shot Bish...

there’s something
that you’d better do.

[Bob] I...

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

You better do something
about that saccharin.

Saccharin?

[Jackie] Yes.

The saccharin
that I left for Bish...

it was poison.

Bob!

[Bob] She’s dead.

Oh, well,
we all make mistakes.

Poor Jackie Darby
had no way of telling

that her rival shared
her husband’s diet.

Now, here’s another commercial,
after which I shall return.

Some of you have inquired
about the small bullet holes

in the commercial
you have just witnessed.

This should explain.

The proceeding film
was selected and shown
to the armed forces.

Actually, it was nothing.
30 caliber and under.

But next time, we hope
to persuade the sponsor

to make a personal
appearance instead.

Now, until next week,
goodnight.