All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S07E08.The.Old.Pro.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,

beachcombers,
sun worshipers,

skin divers
and other flotsam and jetsam

which may have washed
ashore

on the sandy wasteland
of television.

I have a new position now.

I’m not certain
I was cut out for this work.

I can’t swim,
but that doesn’t bother me.

What is embarrassing
is that I can’t even climb
into the chair.

I shall have to keep an eye
on that gentleman

to see that he doesn’t go in
over his head.

While I’m doing that,

why don’t you keep your eye
on this gentleman,

our sponsor,

to be followed
by "The Old Pro," our story.

-Frank?
-Yeah?

-You leaving now?
-Yeah.

Get you anything
from across the lake?

No, darling.

Just wanted to remind you
the Robertson’s will be here
for cocktails.

I know better than to burden
a man’s mind with errands
when he’s going fishing.

Now, that’s what I call
an understanding woman.

You know,
they should dedicate

a medal to fishermen’s wives.

I’ll settle
for a half-dozen fat trout
in the broiler tonight.

Well, your wish
shall be granted.

An even half-dozen

fat and frisky.

Back by noon.

[outboard motor starting]

Beautiful piece of wood.

Something about quality.

A gun,

woman, wine,

a touch of quality
makes all the difference.

Did you bring the money, Burns?

How long do you think
I can afford to pay?

You got a lovely lake house,
another beautiful home
in the city,

a wife wearing nothing
but the best of clothes.

If you’re selling poor mouth,
nobody’s buying.

I’m telling you, Cullen,
you’ve hit bedrock.

Come, come, Burns.
You’ve got enough
to spread around.

All I’m asking is
a reasonable weekly retainer

for services rendered.

Call it by its right name
or does "blackmail" stick
in your throat?

I prefer "retainer."

After all, my paper
would pay me
a fat bonus for this story.

"Hired killer retires
to Westlake Society Set.

Frank Burns, wedded
to a Junior League beauty,

now using a four iron
on the golf course

instead of a .38
along the waterfront."

You’re getting off cheap,
Burns.

I’ve seen that doll
you married.

I happen to know
that she thinks
you’re a retired engineer

with interests
in South America.

Now I am no Miss Lonely Hearts,
but, before I’d let
that doll be disillusioned

I would dig down
for my last dollar.

You’ve taken me for 40,000.

Quit now while you’re ahead.

You bring the money?

No.

Wait a minute.

Yeah?

I’ll bring it later,
about 5 o’clock.

You got something
on your mind, Burns?

About maybe paying me off
in another way?

If you’re afraid to meet me,
I’ll mail it to you.

[laughing]
Afraid?

Now, why should I be afraid
of you?

I can take you
any day in the week.

You’ve gone soft, Burns.

That’s why you retired.

Man gets a beautiful wife
and enough money,

happens that’s when
he becomes afraid.

We understand each other.

I’ll be here later.

At 5:00.

-Hi!
-Hi.

-Any luck?
-No.

Well, I have a surprise for you.

I didn’t want you
to be disappointed, darling.

So I ordered these
from the market.

Just in case.

Remind me to get you
that medal.

I’ll start cooking lunch.

How about a drink?

I’ll have one ready for you
right away.

Good.

I’ll get rid of my stuff.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Let me speak to Nicholson.
This is Burns.

Burnsy boy, how goes it?

Good, Nick, good.
I didn’t recognize your voice.

I was just talking about you
with some of the boys.

The retirement been agreeing
with you?

Yeah, nothing like it, Nick.

And that pretty wife
of yours, she in good health?

She’s fine, Nick. Just fine.

Look, something came up.
That’s why I’m calling.

Oh, you sound kind of worried,
like maybe you have a problem.

I was wondering
if you can refer someone to me,

an engineer experienced
in removing obstructions.

Nicholson?

Yeah, still here, Burnsy.

[Nicholson laughing]

What’s so funny?

Well, in a way, Burnsy,
you, you of all people
needing an engineer...

[laughing]

Well, do I get him?

Sure, Burnsy, sure.
It’s our business.

I got a good man on hand
right now.

Can he be down here
at the lake?
Say, around 4:30?

Uh, 4:30 it is.

Oh.

Get a hold of Mace.

Tell him I want to see him.

[laughing]

So you’re Burns.

What’s your name?

Mace.

Just call me Engineer,
for short.

He’s waiting for me
about a quarter of a mile
down the shore.

We could take the boat,
but I think it better
we cut through the woods.

You’re the boss.

Nicholson says
you were the best
on the business.

And I’m always
willing to learn
from an old pro.

You understand
this has to look
like an accident?

I wouldn’t want anything
happening that would give
this lake a bad name.

Yeah, I guess finding a body
with a bullet in it

would make the good people
up here a bit uneasy.

He uses a boat
when he meets me.

If he’s found with water
in his lungs
and the boat overturned,

there wouldn’t be
many questions.

Accidental drowning, nice,

makes it clean-cut.

Hey, hold up. I’m tired.

Just another 100 yards.

I’m ready to sit down
right here.

Do you want to go in alone?

His name is Cullen,

always waits for me
in that clearing up ahead.

He’ll be carrying a shotgun,
so you’ll have
to circle in from behind.

Go ahead.

No, wait a minute.

Be a big joke if I mistake
some hick out hunting rabbits
for our man.

Yeah.

I’d better go with you.

Clean-cut.
Just like the old days,
eh, Burns?

Forget the old days.

They’re behind me.

Sure. Why dirty your hands
when you can afford
your own engineer now.

That’s Cullen.

Since when
does Nicholson take on a job
and throw in a double-cross?

[Cullen]
No double-cross.

Just a case of first come,
first served.

After our little talk
this morning, I anticipated
your next move.

I called Nicholson first.

You’ve got a choice between me
and a shakedown punk like Cullen

and you take his side?

The way I see it,
he had the guts
to shake you down.

A guy with guts
is always valuable.

Who knows,
maybe someday we’ll use him.

You’re expendable now, Burns.

Mace, let’s get on
with it, huh?

Down to the water.

I should’ve blown a hole
in you the first time
you put the bite on me.

Start walking
or I’ll let you have it here.

He’ll walk.

Even that final minute
of life can be a sweet thing.

[Cullen]
I’ll wait here.

[Mace]
Suit yourself.

Can we talk business, Mace?

I’ll let you answer
your own question, Burns.

Did you ever talk business
when you were removing
an obstruction?

How much is Cullen paying?

Nice, quiet place, Burns.

I can see why you wanted
to retire here.

How much is Cullen paying?

And you’ll double it?

I can raise 25,000 cash
in an hour.

Kinda hurts to see
an old pro begging.

Twenty-five thousand
will buy you that frontage,
right at the bend there.

[gunshot]

[thud]

Mace?

Mace was doing a job,
he just managed it badly,
that’s all.

Mace is a fool.

Was, Cullen, was a fool.

You should’ve listen to me.

You should’ve quit
when you were ahead.

Burns...

Burns, t-that money you gave me,

m-most of it is still intact.

We, we got a talking point?

What you got from me
was peanuts.

Now, start walking.

No, straight ahead.

Like you said before, Cullen,

that final minute of life

can be a sweet thing.

Now, start walking
down to the lake,

and you can have
that final minute.

[door closes]

Hi, darling.

Hi.

One up on me, huh?

Oh, that mistake
will be corrected immediately.

-I’ve been at it again.
-I see.

-You like?
-Great.

How about this one?

Marvelous.

Which do you like better?

Well, I like them both.

Did you hear about those two men
who drowned yesterday?

Yeah, I heard something
about it on the radio
this morning.

Boating accident, wasn’t it?

Yeah, at the far end
of the lake.

-Their boat overturned.
-Oh.

-Well?
-Beautiful.

Two hunters from the city,
weren’t they?

No one seems to know
anything about them.

Well, since you like all three,
I’ll buy all three.

As long as you don’t wear
them all at the same time.

Why not?

Two.

Three.

[laughing]

We’re having lobster
for lunch.
Won’t take a minute.

You really know
how to live, Burnsy.

A wonderful setup.
Wonderful!

I see you brought
your muscle along.

Just wanted a little company
on the way down.

You know I hate to be alone.

Oh, this is living.

You can keep the city.

Fresh air, maybe a bird
to wake you up
in the morning.

Nick, I want to explain
a couple of things.

Burnsy, to a guest you talk
business before a drink?

I want to explain about Mace.

Oh, I didn’t realize
we had company.

Oh, not company, Mrs. Burns.
I’m an old friend.

This is Mr. Nicholson,
my former employer.

Oh, I’m very pleased
to know you, Mr. Nicholson.

Nick. What’s with the "Mr."?
To old friends,
it’s Nick, right?

Ah, you’ll stay for lunch?

We’re just having lobster
and a salad,
but please join us.

-I’m starving.
-Good.

I’ll set another place.

She’s beautiful.

And that complexion.
Such a lovely skin.

Reminds me of that girl
in St. Louis.

Remember the one
with the skin so smooth

it was a delight to touch it.

You know, before the affair
with the acid.

That was an unhappy affair.

But why should anybody
want to throw acid
in your wife’s face, huh?

Burnsy, enemies you haven’t
got, huh?

Just a minute, Nick.

So I knocked off your top boy.

You came here after me.

Let’s just leave it
at that, huh?

Burnsy, I’m talking.

Charley Nicholson likes
to talk.

If I upset you,
a thousand pardons.

Aren’t you gonna give
Mr. Nicholson a drink, darling?

Oh, sure.

Why don’t we sit down?

Now, there’s a pretty table.

I love flattery,
so you may continue.

-May I?
-Please, do.

Burnsy, how does a man
like you deserve such a wife?

[wife]
He doesn’t really.

What brings you up here,
Mr. Nicholson?

-Nick, dear. Nick.
-Nick.

Uh, business.

If I may rear such an ugly word

among such pleasant
surroundings.

Well, you’re certainly
talking to the wrong man.

Frank is retired,

and we’ve agreed
he’s going to stay retired.

Now, what do you say
to that, Burnsy?

Well, I-I expect she’s right.

What did bring you
up here, Nick?

Well, a very sad thing
happened recently.

My best engineer,

not as good
as your husband, dear,

but my best at the moment,
passed away.

[wife] Oh, I’m sorry
to hear that.

[Nicholson] Yeah,
I was quite broken up by it.

He was just a young man
but very good at his work.

It’s going to be awfully hard
to find the right man
to replace him.

I was hoping

to talk your husband
into coming out of retirement.

What do you mean, Nick?

Time and time again,

you’ve proved
you’re the best in the business.

I-I really need you, now.

Mr. Nicholson.

-Nick, dear.
-Nick.

You haven’t got a chance.

Haven’t I?

I’m not ever, ever, ever again

going to put up with being alone
those long evenings

while he was off
building a bridge
or repairing a dam

or getting a contract
or what have you

in South America, or Canada,

or wherever you took it
into your head to fly him.

Oh, but you loved,
didn’t you, boy?

You miss it, don’t you?

I always say an old pro
never retires.

Am I right, Burnsy?

[wife] I’m not going
to give him a chance
to answer that.

He stays retired.

Oh, we need
some more mayonnaise.

I need you, Burns.

A job in Vegas.

Important.

Look, Nick, I thought
I made it understood before,
I’m retired.

Get somebody else.

Get somebody else?

You think engineers grow
on trees?

Look, Nick,
the answer is no.

I got all I’ve ever want
right here.

And all I want now
is to be left alone.

I need you, Burnsy boy.

You’re the best we’ve ever had.

I said no, Nick.

You know, your wife has
the loveliest skin

I ever set eyes on?

Just one more job, Burns.

Yeah.

Yeah, one more job, huh?

And one more and one more,
that’s what you mean?

In a business like this,
Burns, every job
can be your last.

So why worry?

Why look too far
into the future?

Here’s--
welcome home to an old pro.

This is all of our story,

for Burns, however,
there was more.

There were other jobs
to be done.

And inevitably,
there was the job
he didn’t get away with.

Which reminds me,
that time is catching up
with me.

One minute in particular.

After which, I should reappear.

I’m trying to get
the young man we saw earlier

to tell me where he buried
his father.

However, the boy’s father is
no longer my greatest concern.

I think this demonstrates
that although quicksand
may be cheap,

spreading it on a beach
does not pay in the long run.

Fortunately,
the boy doesn’t seem to sink.

Perhaps he doesn’t weigh
as much as I do.

Young man, don’t stand there,
run for help, please.

Oh, well, I won’t have to worry
about the sand anymore.

I see the tide is coming in.

So until next week,
or later,

goodnight.