All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S07E15.The.Door.Without.a.Key.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

[panting] Goo-- Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I have just been competing
in a six-day bicycle race.

I’m quite proud to say
I finished first.

I quit after five minutes.

Fortunately, the bicycle seems
to have been invented

by some realist
who knew how often
he would have to push it.

For those of you who
do not care to watch bicycling,

we have a pageant presented
by a group of traveling players.

But first, this solo from
a strolling troubadour.

They went out about,
oh, an hour ago.

Right.

OK, Sergeant,
I guess that does it.

-It’s all yours.
-[door closing]

Yes?

Is there something
we can do for you?

-I don’t know. I hope so.
-What’s your trouble?

Well, a rather startling thing
just happened to me.

I found myself walking
on the street,

just a few blocks from here.

I hailed a taxi to... take me
to where I wanted to go

and when I started to tell
the driver...

I suddenly found I didn’t know
where I wanted to go,

or where I was or...

or how I got there.

I didn’t know who I was.

I seem to have forgotten
everything.

Amnesia, City Hospital.

Right.

You look in your pockets?
For identification, I mean.

Driver’s license,
wallet, letters...

I looked. There’s... nothing.

No money?

-[man] Nothing.
-Well, he’s not
a vagrant, lieutenant.

Not with those clothes.

Well, let City Hospital worry
about it. That’s their problem.

Officer...
what will they do with me?

Oh, don’t worry about it.

They’ve had a great deal
of experience in cases
like yours.

You’ll be in good hands.

Just do what they want you
to do and everything
will be all right.

-Will it?
-Sure.

Sergeant, have them send
a wagon for me.

Can’t spare a car
on Saturday night.

Line’s busy. Looks like they
are getting a head-start
on us tonight.

Well, keep trying.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, sir.

Well, young man,
what can we do for you?

Is-is this the place
you are supposed to come
when you’re lost?

Yes.

Where are you lost from?

From?

I mean where do you live.

Well, no place exactly.

That is,
we sort of travel around.

We? Who is we?

Me and my dad.

Well, uh,
what’s your dad’s name?

Same as mine, Michael Holland.

Only everybody calls me Mickey.

Well, Mickey, where can we
find your father?

I mean, where can we reach him?

I don’t know.

Wh-Where did you lose him?

I mean, where did he lose you?

Well, we were riding in the car

and I was sleeping
in the back seat.

And he stopped for gas
and I was thirsty,

so I got out
for a drink of water.

And when I came back,
he was gone.

I-I guess he didn’t see me
get out

and thought I was still
sleeping in the back seat

and just drove away without me.

Well, Mickey, we can
send out an alarm for him
and have him stopped.

Now, uh,
what kind of a car is it?

I mean, what color,
what license number.

Well, it’s kind of
dark-colored, hmm...

Blue or black,
that’s all I know.

We-We just got it.

Well, I guess we can’t
pick him up on that.

We’ll have to wait until
he misses you and reports
you’re lost.

But in the meantime, we’re
gonna put you someplace

where they’ll take
real good care of you.

-Juvenile Hall.
-[officer] Right.

Well, if I don’t see you
before, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Goodnight.

-[Shaw rotates the dial]
-Bye, lieutenant.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Yes, it’s Sergeant Shaw,
police headquarters.

We got a lost child here.
Can you pick him up?

No, I’m afraid we can’t
send a police car.

OK, I’ll hold him until
you raise some transportation.

Oh, wait a minute.

I’ve got an amnesia case here
for the City Hospital,

maybe your driver can
drop him off, it’s on the way.

Right.

Oh, come on, cheer up.

It’s not like you are
being sent to jail.

You’re going somewhere
where they can do you
some good, both of you.

-I hope so.
-[Shaw] Sure.

Can-Can I sit down?
I’m kind of tired.

Sure, take the load
off your feet, both of you.

But not there.
These are more comfortable.

Right through this gate.

There you are, gentlemen.
Just make yourselves at home.

-[woman arguing]
-[officer] Come on.

-Come on now, Maggie.
-Just one drink.

-One. One.
-We’ll... uh...

We’ll give you a drink...
some black coffee.

Come on. Come on, Maggie.

Is she drunk?

-[Maggie] Just one.
-[officer] All right, come on.

I’m afraid so.

[Maggie] Look,
just let me go, huh?

I’ll go straight home.
That’s-- I-I promise!

Like you promised the last time
and then went straight back
to Dunnigan’s Bar.

No, no, no. This time I will.

Sure you will.
I’m going to see to that.

-Take her home.
-No, if he takes me home,

all the neighbors-- wha-what--

all the neighbors
are gonna see him, right?

And Lizzie says if a cop
ever takes me home again--

All right, Maggie,
tell you what I’ll do.

I’ll call Lizzie
and have her come down
to pick you up herself.

OK, Perry, I’ll handle it.
You get back to work.

Sure.

[Shaw rotates the dial]

[coins clinking]

-Is that a hat?
-So long, Maggie.

It’s a policeman’s helmet.

The kind they used to wear
a long time ago.

-[door closes]
-Say,

that’s one thing you remember.

Hmm?

[Shaw]
Not bad for a starter.

Tell me,
what else do you remember?

It’s all right, sir.
You just let it come by itself.

Yeah, this is Sergeant Shaw,
police headquarters.

We’ve got your sister down here.
You want to come
and pick her up?

[chuckles] Don’t worry,
I won’t let her get away.

And take your time,
there’s no rush.

We never close.

Oh, me!

Well,

hello, darling.

Hello.

What’s your name, huh?

-Mickey.
-Mickey.

Oh, that’s a pretty name
for a boy.

-Pretty?
-Yeah!

I think it’s beautiful,
don’t you?

-No.
-Sal, Sergeant Shaw.

Send over about
six, uh, coffees and, uh...

Say, how about some food,
you two? You hungry?

Well, um...

I bet you could force yourself.

How about you, sir?
I bet you don’t remember
the last time you ate.

No, but I...

don’t feel very hungry.

Yeah, but I bet you could
force yourself too.

Sal, make it about, uh,
four hamburgers and, uh...

a bottle of pop.
That should do it.

Boy, I ought to get lost
more often.

[laughs]

You know what?
If I had a kid like you,

I’d never lose him.

Would you like to be
my little boy?

I’d just hug you and kiss you--

Keep away from me!

OK, Maggie, come on.
Leave him alone.

-I was only going to love him.
-I know.

-I wasn’t going to hurt him.
-You just sit down.

Was I?
I wasn’t going to hurt him...

It’s just a lost kid, Maggie.

[sobbing]

[sighs]
Mickey,

tell me,
where was your dad headed?

What town?

I-I don’t know.

[Shaw]
Well, didn’t he say?

I can’t remember.
I’d tell you if I did, honest.

Must be fun.

Traveling around the country
with your dad.

Yeah, sure is.

-What does he do?
-He...

He’s an engineer.

He builds bridges, dams,
big things like that.

Sounds exciting.

With all that time outdoors,
you must have

plenty of chances
for hunting and fishing.

Do you like to fish?

I remember I did
when I was a little boy.

Yes. There was a stream
on my father’s farm.

There weren’t
too many fish in it,

and I hardly ever caught any.

My father used to laugh at me
for wasting my time.

But my mother didn’t.

She said

that hope was a wonderful thing.

And that fishing wasn’t just
a matter of catching fish.

My mom’s dead.

I don’t even remember her.

I’m sorry, Mickey.

My mother died too
when I was a little boy.

I thought you couldn’t
remember anything.

Hmm? God, bless my soul.

Yes, I am remembering,
aren’t I?

Yes, there was a farm.

Perhaps there still is.

It’s all so vague...

When was it?

Well, you’re not a farmer now.
Not with those hands.

Must have been a long time ago.

Yes, it must have been
a long time ago.

There was a marshland,
with ducks in it.

And one hawk in particular.

I called him Bloody Sam, he used
to prey on the ducklings.

He’d come swooping down,
he’d pick up a duck,
and he’d fly away.

But he’d come back soon,

very soon,
for another duckling.

Why didn’t you get a gun
and shoot him?

I was too young for a gun.

I asked my father
to kill the hawk,

but he said that the hawk
was only doing

what he had to do
in order to live.

And besides, he made off
with the rats and the mice.

I’d sure have done something.

There didn’t seem to be
anything I could do.

The hawk would swoop,
the ducks would quack wildly,

and the hawk would fly away
with his dinner in his claws.

You know, Mickey,

I think that hawk taught me
a great deal about life.

What?

Well, if the ducks
had been strong

or stronger than the hawk,
he wouldn’t touch them.

And I knew, if I didn’t want
to get hurt,

I’d have to be big,
and strong.

Well, you are not very big,
for a grown-up.

Are you strong?

There are different kinds
of strength.

Money and position.

Money and position, yes.

I went after them,
and I achieved them.

How?

Huh?

How?

Oh, I don’t remember.

I don’t remember.

Hi, Sarge.
Who’s all this for?

My hungry friends over there.

Here you are, men.

This may be your last meal,
so eat hearty.

-Last meal?
-In this place you never know.

-He’s just teasing.
-Sure I am.

Don’t let me spoil
your appetite.

Take the money out of Callahan.

Right.

Thanks, Callahan.

Would you mind
explaining, Sergeant?

Huh? Oh, you mean
about Callahan.

Well, I’ll tell you. He was
the cop that used to belong
to that helmet.

When he was alive,
he’d always pass it around
for some worthy cause.

Oh.

So, when he went on,
it only seemed right

to leave the helmet there
and, well you know,
carry on the good work.

Uh-huh.

We all contribute

and whatevers in it
is a special fund for cases
like this.

[engine sounds
and tires screeching outside]

All right, inside.

Hey, what about our sickles?

You leave them out here.

Suppose they get stolen.

Outside the police station?

So what’s so special about
a police station?

You are about to find out.

OK, let’s go, inside.

OK, let’s go.

Let’s go.

Well, what do we have here?

Look, we didn’t break
any laws. We didn’t do nothing.

No, we were
just riding through--

Yeah, and this joker grabs us.

What kind of town
you got here anyway?

They were coming from Mayfield.

Mayfield, huh?
What were you doing there?

Well, you see, there’s a--
there’s a rally there, dad--

I’m not your dad.

And I know
there’s a rally there.

I also know there’s been
quite a lot of shenanigans
going on.

Yeah, well, it got a little
too rough for us, man.

That’s why we like, cut out,
you know?

You sure you didn’t cut out
one step ahead of the police?

-Oh, man...
-No, they’re not after us.

[Shaw] All right, let me see
your identifications.

Oh, boy, they call this
a free country.

Absolutely free...

until you break a law.

Yeah, well,
we didn’t break no law.

Are they gangsters?

Hi, Lieutenant,
this is Sergeant Shaw
at Farmingham.

We just picked up
three motorcycles coming
from your way.

Their names are Dewey Simms,

Larry Rowan and Marti...
That’s a female, Lieutenant.

M-A-R-T-I.

Thomas.

You want them for anything?

I see.

OK, I’ll hold them
until I hear from you.

Right.

Could you spare some
of that coffee?

Of course, yes.

How about you, people,
would you care for some?

There’s plenty of it.

-Sure, why not.
-Thanks.

Thanks, kid.

Can your motorcycles
go very fast?

[chuckles]
Yeah, they go fast.

Say, you want a ride?

Oh, boy, now?

[chuckles]

Well...

I can’t go either.

What are you in for?

[Mickey]
I’m lost.

And, uh, what’s your rap?

Rap? Oh, amnesia.

Amnesia. Sounds like a cold.

[laughs]

I wish it were.

[Larry] Well, you got hit
on the head or something?

I don’t know.

[phone ringing]

Sergeant Shaw,
police headquarters. Oh.

Hi, Lieutenant.

I see.

Thanks a lot.

OK, you three,
you’re off the hook.

Take off.

So long, dad.

So long, kid.

-So long.
-See you, Sergeant.

I’m sorry you have
to wait this long.

Oh, that’s all right, Sergeant,
this is very interesting.

-Yeah.
-[motorcycles revving]

Yeah, we get all kinds here.

Drunks, delinquents,
good ones, bad ones,

thieves...

and liars.

Thieves and liars...

You know...

lying is stealing in a way.

A liar steals the truth

and causes trouble for those
who believe and act
on what he tells them.

You...

you think I am lying?

Well, I am.

My dad didn’t drive away
like I said.

He’s no engineer.

He just does odd jobs.

Working on roads,
picking fruit...

things like that.

But we got along pretty good.

Until he met this...

Well, her name’s Diane.

She didn’t like me much.

Said I was always in the way.

And I guess he liked her
more than me

’cause tonight,
when we were passing through,

she said why didn’t he put me
in a home for kids.

So he stopped the car in front
of the police station

and told me to get out.

He said they’d take care of me

until he could come back
for me some day.

But I don’t want him
to come back!

[crying] I don’t care if
he never comes back!

If he doesn’t want me,
I don’t want him!

It’s all right, Mickey.

Maybe he’ll come back

when he’s had time
to think it over.

I don’t care!
I’d rather go to a home!

No...

I don’t want to go
to a home either.

Is that why you didn’t
tell the truth?

It’s all right.

-I understand.
-[sobs]

I don’t want to go
to a hospital.

I want to go where I belong.

Be with people I belong to,
my family and my friends.

If I have any...

I don’t know.

I’m your friend.

Thank you, Mickey.
That makes me feel better.

-Sure.
-You remind me of another boy.

A long time ago.

My boy and... Madge’s.

Madge...

your wife.

Madge...

my wife.

Yeah, she’s gone.

Gone?

Huh?

Oh. [nervous laugh]
That’s, uh...

That’s all I remember,
that’s all I remember.

That’s too bad.

I guess you’ve had it, I’m not
fooling around anymore.

-What do you mean?
-I mean I’m not wasting time

or money sending you
to a hospital.

I’m booking you as a vagrant
and locking you up.

Locking him up?
What did he do?

I’ll get to you in a minute.
I heard what you told him.

I don’t like liars either
and I’ll take care of you.

-The devil you will!
-And who’s going to stop me?

-I will!
-And who do you think you are?

I am Leonard Eldridge,
that’s who I--

Hello, Mr. Eldridge.

I’ve heard of you.

I guess everybody in this state
has heard of Leonard Eldridge.

I’m Leonard Eldridge.

Leonard Eldridge...

Tell me, Mr. Eldridge,
what are you doing
so far from home?

You live way over in Hartdale,
in that big house overlooking
the river.

Yes, that great big house.

That great big empty house
with all those people,

none of whom mean
anything to me.

All those people,
servants, employees,

whose only interest in me
is my... money.

But nobody, anymore,

who cares for me.

That’s why I left.

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I...

[deep sigh]

I went looking for someone.

For someone...

-I don’t know.
-Madge?

She died.

And my boy, our boy,
he died too.

In the war, and after that
there was no one,
no one in the world!

I-I know,

like someone driving away

and leaving you there all alone.

Tell me, Mr. Eldridge,
should I call your house

and have them
send a car for you?

Yeah. Thank you, Sergeant.

What--? What about the boy?

Oh, well...

Well, does he... does he
have to go to that home?

I’m afraid so.

Unless there’s...
someplace else for him to go.

I have a place, lots of room.

Too much room for just...
one old man, but...

if there was a boy in it,
why...

that would be just right!
What about it, Mickey?

You... you mean you want me?

Well, you said you were
my friend,

and if friends stick together,
they can’t get lost, can they?

-No, sir!
-Is that all right, Sergeant?

All right? I think it’s fine.

We’ll work out
the legal arrangements later.

Come on, son, let’s go.

Oh, and, Sergeant,
we won’t wait for the car,

we’ll take a taxi.

And thank you, Sergeant.

Goodnight!

-Goodnight.
-[Mickey] Goodnight!

Goodnight, Mickey!

[door closing]

Sergeant, I’m Harris.
Juvenile Hall.

You got a lost child here
and an amnesia case?

Oh, yes, I did have,
but you’re too late.

Too late?

Yeah.

Better luck next time.

Those two got away.

I want to apologize
for the lack of blood shed
on tonight’s program.

We shall try to do better
next time.

However, if all you wish
is something to make
your blood run cold,

we have commercials to do that.

Here’s one of them, after which
I shall again pedal into view.

I have abandoned my bicycle.

I find the job can be done
much better by hand.

Next week, we should be back
again with another program,

based on authentic stories
taken from the files

of America’s
best television writers.

-Goodnight.
-[honks horn]