All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S07E11.The.Right.Kind.of.Medicine.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening, fellow villagers.

I’ve been promised
a chestnut tree,

but it hasn’t been
delivered yet.

The job came as a result
of my answering an ad.

Should have got
it here somewhere.

Let’s see, here we are.

"Wanted:

Man with large and sinewy hands.

The muscles of his brawny arms
strong as iron bands.

Hair must be crisp,
black and long.

His face must be quite tan.

No salary guaranteed.
He earns what air he can."

I found the job very interesting
and not difficult at all.

This case, for example.

He doesn’t need new shoes,
he needs arch supports.

From this bucolic scene
we move to an urban setting

for tonight’s drama.

Lest the contrast be too jarring
for your sensibilities,

we present the following,
pleasantly incongruous
transition.

[muttering]

It’s Harry Turner.

Right through the heart.

Harry.

[sniffs]
Well, a gun’s been fired.

-I hope he hit the dirt.
-All right, all right,

keep back there,
keep back there.

Let’s go,
we’ll get to you later on.

-Officer.
-Yeah, what is it?

I saw the whole thing.

All right, what’s your name?

I was just--
George Lassiter.

-Lassiter.
-I was just walking down
the street,

when I saw them turn the corner.

The cop was chasing this guy.

This guy takes out
his gun and starts shooting.

You get a look at him?

Oh, yeah...

Well, he fired a couple of shots
and then he ran down this alley.

And the cop fired after him.

Did he hit him?

Well, I don’t know.
The guy must have fired again,

’cause I then saw the cop
fall down.

All right, Mr. Lassiter,
you wait right over here,

we’re gonna need your help.

All right, all right.

Keep back there,
keep back there.

Well, we got a witness, anyway.

Says he can describe the killer.

Good.

This is one guy I want, Pete.

You’re not the only one.

You just leave that on
a few days,

and don’t go
near your mama’s stove.

[knocking on the door]

That’s the worst
of this neighborhood,

everybody gets sick at night.
All right, Miguel, that’s all.

-How much, Doctor?
-Oh, a dollar. Just leave it
on the desk.

Hiya, Doc.

I’ve got a patient inside,
Charlie.

Get rid of him.

Goodnight, Doctor.

And thank you very much.

That’s all right, Mrs. Continez.

I’m hurt, Doc.

You’ve gotta fix me up.

Will you fellas ever learn?

Call me first, Charlie.
Let me know you’re coming.

It’s for your own good.

Well, I didn’t have a dime
for the phone, Doctor.

No small change.

Get on the table.

It’s my leg.
The left one.

The pain is killing me.

You’re lucky
the bullet passed through.

[laughs]
Well, I don’t feel so lucky.

Still hurts.
Can’t you do something?

I’ll do what I can.

[exhales]

[grunts]

I don’t know why I help
bums like you.

I had a good practice once.

Lived like a decent human being.

Oh, can the violin music, Doc.

You know why you do it.

Because of this.
[laughs]

Hey, take it easy, will you!

You don’t like the treatment?
Go to the Mayo Clinic.

It still hurts. Can’t you do
something about the pain?

Of course it hurts!

You’ve got a mess
of torn ligaments there.

Take it easy.
You’ll be all right.

Stay off that leg
as much as you can.

[chuckles]
You must be kidding.

I gotta get out of town.

-What’d you do, Charlie?
-None of your business.

I was--
[groans]

Listen, give me something
for this pain.

You must have something.

You know what I mean.

I don’t keep drugs here,
Charlie, you know that.

Every junkie in
the neighborhood

would be on my neck
if I kept drugs here.

Then what am I supposed to do?

Well, I can write you out
a prescription.

Take one of these
if the pain gets really bad.

Don’t take too many
if you wanna keep alert.

And I guess you’ll have to.

What do I owe you, Doctor?

I’ll leave that up--

To you.

40 bucks.

Not bad for an hour’s
work, huh, Doc?

$40 can buy an awful lot
of wine.

I’m on the wagon.

Sure you are.
Sure.

Well, so long, Doc.

Thanks for everything.

Don’t get that prescription
filled in the neighborhood.

No use pressing your luck.

[groans]
Don’t worry about me.

Personally, Mrs. Lewis,
I wouldn’t take this stuff
in a million years.

-You wouldn’t?
-Uh-uh.

If you ask me, I think
it eats holes in your liver.

But Mrs. Anderson swears by it.

You know how she used
to get those terrible headaches.

Mrs. Anderson should stop
prescribing for herself
and see a good doctor.

-That’s what I think.
-[bell ring]

[man] Let me ask you this:

When did Mrs. Anderson’s
headaches stop?

When she started taking
this junk,

or when her husband left?

You know something?
You’re right!

Can I get this prescription
filled, please?

Uh, just a minute, sir.

So do yourself a favor,
Mrs. Lewis,

take what the doctor says.
All right?

All right.
If you say so, Vernon.

How much longer,
Mr. Fletcher?

In a minute, Vernon.
Take care of the gentleman
meanwhile.

Sir, may I help you?

Yes, I want this filled.

Oh, this could take
a little while.

-Well, how long?
-Oh, maybe 10 minutes.

Here you are, Vernon.
$1.75.

Can you handle this
prescription, Mr. Fletcher?

-For the gentleman?
-Yes, sir.

Mrs. Lewis, right over here.

Here.

There you go.
You come back
and see us real soon.

-Night, Vernon.
-Goodnight.

-Won’t be too long, sir.
-Well, look, could you
make that snappy?

-I’m kind of in a hurry.
-Everybody’s is in a hurry.

[on radio] Good evening,
this is Vance Harrigan

with the 8 o’clock edition
of your local news,

brought by Lucky Larry’s Better
Clothes for the Better Man.

A four-alarm fire swept
the downtown section
of the city today,

taking the life
of an elevator operator

and sending two firefighters
to the hospital
with smoke poisoning.

The blaze began in a storage
warehouse on Orange Avenue

and spread quickly
to the adjoining buildings.

The elevator operator Walter
DiAngelo, 38,

was unable to escape the flames
that trapped him
in the air shaft.

The fire, which started
at 2:30 this afternoon,

was brought under control
in less than two hours

by the heroic efforts
of the fire department.

The two hospitalized men
are said to be
in fair condition.

Patrolman Harold Turner
of the city police department

was shot and killed earlier
this evening

during a wild gun battle
on Wilton Street
and Tenth Avenue.

Officer Turner, 26,
and the father
of three children,

was slain while trying to stop
the flight of a bandit

who had just broken
into the safe

of the Stanton Jewelry Store
on Wilton Street,

escaping with some $1500
in small bills.

A witness to the shooting
described the killer
of Officer Turner

-as 5’10’’ tall,
-Say, uh, mister,

-blonde hair,
-What?

and a square jaw--

Thought you’d be interested
in some after-shave lotion.

We’re running a special today.

Oh. No, I don’t use that stuff.

-Heck of a buy.
-No!

...With blonde hair
and a square jaw,

When last seen, he was wearing
a tweet sport coat

and a plaid shirt
and no tie.

It is possible
that he was injured
in the shooting

and may seek
medical assistance.

The police warned
that he’s armed and dangerous.

In sports today, Detroit - 4,
Kansas - 3,

Chicago 8--

-[sneezes]
-and other games

in the American League
will be played tonight.

In the National League,
Philadelphia and Chicago--

-Excuse me.
-Yeah.

This is Vance Harrigan,

for Lucky Larry’s Better
Clothes for the Better Man,

closing out the 8 o’clock
edition of your local news.

[bell rings]

Well, how are you, Mr. Grissom,
how you doing?

Oh, not so good, Vernon.

I still get this indigestion.

Oh, that’s a shame.
The pills I gave you last week
didn’t help, huh?

Oh, they helped a little,
but I run clean out of them.
You got any more?

-Sure thing.
-Can’t you hurry up
that prescription?

Things take a little while, sir.

Sorry. Fix you up,
Mr. Grissom.

I dunno, Vernon,
nothing seems to really help.

Had a couple bowls of soup,
a steak, baked potatoes,
some rolls, a salad,

couple pieces of pie, and...

Ah, I just can’t eat
like I used to.

Well, maybe you gotta cut down
on food a little, Mr. Grissom.

You know, I think you’re right,
Vernon.

I’m gonna cut out that salad.

[laughs]

-How much?
-Buck even.

Don’t bother wrapping it.

-Here you go.
-Take care of yourself now,
Mr. Grissom.

Hey, look,
it’s way past 10 minutes now.

-I’ll go check.
-[bell rings]

Mr. Fletcher,
how long on that prescription?

Now, don’t rush me, Vernon.
I’ve told you a thousand times
I don’t like to be rushed.

Think you could come back
a little later?

No! I can’t come back.

Look, maybe you, uh,
could deliver it to me.

I just live a couple of blocks
from here.

304 West Adams Street.
It’s Mrs. McGirney’s...

-What’s the matter?
-No, I don’t think we can make

any more deliveries tonight.

We’re all alone here
in this store here

and somebody’s gotta take care
of the customers.

Uh, Mr. Fletcher,
the gentleman’s
in an awful hurry.

All right, all right.

[bell rings]

Hiya, Tommy. How’s that cough?

Rotten. You got anything good?

Sure thing.
Here’s what I use myself.

Take a teaspoon
every three hours,
oughta fix you right up.

[Tommy]
Okay, I’ll try it.

I guess you heard
about the shooting
on Wilton Street, huh?

Yeah, I heard about it
all right. Terrible.

[Vernon] You guys have
a very dangerous job.

If it isn’t killers,
it’s bronchitis.

It’s a dollar even.

Take care of yourself now.

-So long, Vernon.
-[Vernon] Goodnight.

[coughs]

[bell rings]

Here you are, Vernon.
Wrap it up for the gentleman.

$4.50.

[Vernon]
4. 50?

"One capsule as needed.

Not to exceed three in..."
Not to exceed three in 24 hours.

-Yeah.
-I’ll wrap this for you.

No, just give me the pills.
Thanks.

Why, hey, you for--

[bell rings]

[panting]

[panting]

[panting]

Well, what about it,
Mr. Lassiter?

I’m looking, Lieutenant.
I’m looking. It isn’t easy.

-I mean, all those faces!
-Now, just don’t skip any.

I’m doing the best I can!

I’m sorry,
but this is important to us.

Maybe you can
understand that once a cop
killer gets away with it,

it makes every crook in town
feel braver.

Nobody’s safe then.

-Hey, Lieutenant.
-Yeah?

There’s the man!
It’s him! I swear it!

Uh-huh.

"Charlie Marks,
alias Charlie Grant.

Arrested: 1951, armed robbery.

Sentenced: two years.

Arrested: 1954, armed robbery.

Sentenced: 10 years.

Paroled 1961."

-Reynolds.
-Yes, sir?

Get me the parole records
on Charlie Marks.

Number 360483.

Find out his current address,

and get squad cars there
as fast as you can, huh.

-Right?
-Right.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Lassiter.

Been a great help.

Glad to do it, Lieutenant.

[sighs]

[groans]

[panting]

No, no, no.

Not yet.

[coughs]

Gotta stay alert.

[telephone activation ring]

Hello, is this
the Intermountain Bus?

Uh, when does the next bus leave
for Middletown?

When? When?

11:40?

11:45? If I come right down
to the terminal,
can I pick up the ticket?

OK, thanks.

[coughs]

You followed.
You rotten stool!

Hey, what’s going on here?

[screams]

Has he got a chance, Sergeant?

Well, he’s still breathing.

It’s awful. Awful.

Who would do such a thing
to Vernon?

We know who did it, all right.

A man named Charlie Marks.

Lives upstairs here
on the second floor.

He’s the man who shot
Harry Turner.

Policeman attached
to the precinct.

Now why would he shoot Vernon?

Well, maybe
you could tell us that.

What was Vernon doing here?
Making a delivery?

It’s my fault. All my fault.

What is?

I sent poor Vernon here.

Because I made a mistake.
An awful mistake.

I’m always so careful.
You’ve got to believe that.

I’ve been a pharmacist
for 36 years.

But I made a mistake
in the prescription.

I gave the man a poison.

A terrible poison.

If he take one
of those capsules, he’ll die.

I sent Vernon here to find him!
To warn him!

OK, Mr. Fletcher.

[Fletcher] You’ve got to find
that man!

You’ve got to find that man!

Sure, sure we’ll find him.

Sooner or later.

[Fletcher]
You’ve got to warn him!

Don’t worry about it, pop.

Just don’t worry about it.

There is a group of men
in this country,

members of a noble profession.

Who, each day, go about
their work quietly
and efficiently.

Merely because this program
shows one of these men
blundering

it’s not meant as a condemnation
of the whole group.

What Charlie did
was inexcusable.

but we certainly do not imply
that all criminals would make
the same mistake.

And now a brief advertisement.

After which I shall return.

I must say horseshoes
are very chic,

yet sensible this year.

Open-toed flats.

Now, until next week,
goodnight.