All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S07E34.The.Twelve.Hour.Caper.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Good evening.
I’ve gone into a new business.

It is the manufacture and sale
of ticker tape for parades.

Our motto is,
"We can make any street,
Wall Street."

A secondary purpose
of this paraphernalia,

is to get our audience
in the proper mood
for tonight’s play,

"The Twelve Hour Caper."

The preceding information
has been obtained from sources
believed to be reliable.

But it’s accuracy
and completeness,

and that of the opinions
based thereon,

are not guaranteed.

This is in sharp contrast
to the information you are
about to receive.

[phone ringing]

Wiggam.
Yes, right away!

-Miss Pomfritt.
-Yes?

-Morning, beautiful.
-[Pomfritt] Shut up!

What is it, Herbert?

That was security downstairs.

8:45, Friday,
time to test the alarm.

[alarm sounding]

How’s your mother, Herb?

Well, fine, thanks, Charles.

-Give her my best.
-I will.

[alarm continues ringing]

-Hands off!
-You love it.

Wanna bet?

Enemy bombers.

Let’s live our last moments
together.

It’s bigger than both of us.

-Let me go.
-Never!

[door opening]

Mr. Tupper, good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Tupper.

Princeton gets out of hand
every Friday.

Mr. Lowe has a multitude
of auxiliary talents.

None of which is useful
in the investment business.

I suppose so, sir.

Wiggam...

how’s your mother feeling?

She’s fine, thank you, sir.

Good. Did Fennady
and Company call

about that bond shipment today?

No, sir. Not since last night.

Well, as far as I know,
it gets here around 4:00.

4 o’clock on a Friday.

Can you think of a more
awkward time to take delivery
on $565,000

worth of negotiable bonds?

Offhand, no, sir.

[mumbles]

Have to put them
in the downstairs vault
over the weekend.

[Herbert]
Yes, sir.

It’s just like money,
you know?

Just like over half
a million dollars in cash.

[sighs]

Makes a man think, Wiggam.

Yes, sir.
I’ve thought about it

quite a great deal.

Oh, good. Good boy!

Keep thinking, Wiggam.

There’s no limit to where
you can go in this business.

No limit!

Miss Pomfritt,

would you get me Fennady
and Company on the phone?

I want to see what’s going on
with those bonds.

Sylvester Tupper calling,
Mr. Fennady.

Hello, Mr. Fennady?
Mr. Tupper calling.

You pull that one more time.

-Just one more time...
-Yeah? Yeah?

...and I’ll kill you, literally.

Give you three to one
he lowers the boom today.

-Hmm?
-Tupper!

Oh, what about Tupper?

The promotion, son.

The question of who gets my job.

Oh.

He’ll give you
the bad news today.

He never was one to

put off an unhappy duty
over the weekend.

Gets in the way
of his golf game.

Morning. Good morning, all!

Happy Friday!

Well, how goes it, Herbie?

What’s on the books
for the weekend?

Well! Going to Rio!

Gonna break out
of the old shell, hmm?

Herbert, you dog!

Well, you-- you’ve been keeping
secrets from us?

Momma going too?

Oh, just kidding, Herbie!

Just kidding!

-Wiggam!
-Uh, yes, sir.

Would you come
here a moment, please?

Well, I just talked to Fennady
about postponing the delivery
of those bonds until Monday.

Oh?

He agreed with me 100%!

No sense whatsoever

in delivering a shipment
like that after banking hours.
No sense at all.

If the bonding company knew
about it, they would hit
the ceiling. So...

So you’re putting it off
till Monday?

No!

No.

We’re taking a chance anyway.
There’s no alternative.

So, you prepare to handle them
in the usual way.

Issue memo-receipts
and so forth.

And we’ll put them
in the night-vault
over the weekend.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Wiggam.

Yes, sir?

One more thing.

Sit down.

I don’t believe we’ve discussed
the matter of whose to step
into Frisbee’s shoes

as head cashier, when he retires
next month, have we?

No, I don’t believe
we have, sir.

I know you will agree
with my decision.

We’ve been teammates
for a long time,
you and I, Wiggam.

Together on the firing line.

-Why ten years ago,
when you came to us--
-Eleven, sir.

-What was that?
-Eleven years ago, sir.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Eleven years ago,

I told you that
I’d look out for you.

And I still have
the same feeling.

You’re going places with
Tupper and Sons, Wiggam.

I, uh, I know you’ll understand,

that I had your interests
in mind, when I decided to move
Westbrook into Frisbee’s spot.

College graduate.

Business Administration School.

The fellow has a lot
going for him.

Oh, yes, sir.

But I still have my eye on you,
Wiggam.

Don’t you forget that.

-Yes, sir.
-And, uh,

rest assured of this, Wiggam.

The fact that Westbrook happen
to be my wife’s favorite nephew

had absolutely nothing to do
with my decision.

-I understand, sir.
-Good boy!

-All right, that’s,
that’s all, Wiggam.
-Thank you, sir.

Wiggam,

are you ready for those bonds?

I certainly am, sir.

Good thinking!

Did he?

He did.

About time for a coffee,
isn’t it, gentlemen?

How about it, Herbie?
Can I buy you a cup?

No, thank you, Westbrook.

You mind if I borrow this?

Please, take it.

How’d he phrase it?

He said he had his eye on me,
and that I’m going places.

Hello.
You know who this is?

Mm-hmm.

See you at lunch?

Same time, same place.

Mm-hmm.

You are now looking
at Tupper and Sons

at ten minutes to four,
on almost any Friday morning.

Here’s the main door...

here.

Men’s, ladies’ washrooms, here.

Frisbee’s desk, here.

My desk, here.

Miss Pomfritt, here.

Westbrook.

Cranshaw.

Lowe.

Mr. Tupper, of course,

will be here.

In his office.

And most important, gentlemen,
the fire stairway door.

Right here.

Now, photograph this plan
in your mind, gentlemen.

You’ll only have one minute
to look at it,

and you must
know it letter-perfect.

Have a deviled egg.

Now, at 4:00,

Westbrook will be gone.

He hasn’t stayed
until 4:00 in the two years
that he’s been with us.

And by long tradition,
exactly at 4 o’clock,

Frisbee will leave.

Followed by Cranshaw,

and Lowe.

That leaves

Miss Pomfritt.

The bonds will arrive
by armored car and messenger.

At five minutes after four,

the messenger will have
his receipt and be gone.

Now, as you can plainly see,

the deciding factor
in our plan

is the presence
of Miss Pomfritt.

Here.

Now she must not be present

when you, gentlemen, come
through the fire stairway door.

There’s only one moment,

when Miss Pomfritt
is not present.

At exactly ten minutes to five
she will rise from her desk

and take today’s correspondence

into Mr. Tupper’s office.

She leaves Mr. Tupper’s office

and vanishes

into the ladies’ washroom,

to put on her street makeup.

Her average time in there,
for the past seven weeks

has been approximately--
No, exactly

3 minutes and 41 seconds.

Now, that would seem
safe enough.

But we can’t be too sure.

Miss Pomfritt,
being a very young woman,

is subject to caprice.

She comes out and hits
that alarm, the building slams
shut like a nervous oyster.

We also got the bonds.

-What if they search us?
-Oh, no, no, no.

-You won’t have the bonds.
-What do you mean we won’t?

You leave Tupper’s office, here.

Miss Pomfritt’s desk.

Here.
Miss Pomfritt’s wastebasket.

I’ll put some papers on top
of her desk.

You drop the bonds
into the wastebasket,

and sweep the papers off,
on top of them.

Then you exit,
via the fire stairway door.

Take off your masks,
go downstairs,

grab an elevator,
and down you go.

The alarm goes off,
you’ve nothing to hide.

What about the bonds?

Well, they will question me,
of course,

but I have been a trusted
employee for over 11 years

and I’ve handled
much bigger shipments than this.

So, after they’ve gone,

I’ll take the bonds
out of the wastebasket,

slip them into my attaché case

and leave.

We’ll meet, as planned
to divide the spoils.

That should bring, $188,333
and 33 and a third cents.

Apiece!

Shall we synchronize
our watches, gentlemen?

Have a nice weekend, Herb.

Oh, thanks, Charles.

-Say hello to your mother
for me, will you?
-I will.

You know this is bigger
than both of us, why fight it?

Blow!

[Lowe] Oh, gorgeous,
listen to my song.

[Pomfritt] I tuned you out
about ten past nine, get lost.

[Lowe] You know you’re driving
me into the arms of another?

[Pomfritt]
Goodnight, sweet prince!

-Pomfritt, you got the report
ready for me?
-Right here.

Thank you.

Wiggam, what’s holding up
that bond shipment?

I don’t know, sir.
They’re 12 and a half minutes
late already.

Well, call Fennady,
tell him we can’t handle
it at this hour.

-But, sir. I’ve--
-It makes no difference.

I’m a reasonable man,
but taking on over
half a million dollars

in negotiable bonds
at this hour on a Friday
is idiotic, and I’m--

[door opens]

-[Tupper] You from Fennady
and Company?
-Right.

All right, get on it, Wiggam.

What am I doing that’s wrong?

Living.

Goodnight, Herbert.

Ah, goodnight.

[typewriter typing]

[sighs]

[typewriter typing continues]

[door closes]

[door closes]

Yes, that’s right.

Ah, Fennady handled
the liquidation.

I have all the information
right here.

Yes, George.
It’s going to be up to us.

To place the whole half
million in tax-free Municipals.

Yeah. Well, let me tell you
something, George,
this is going--

Gently, Webster.
Gently.

[screams]

[man] And that was
what time, Mr. Wiggam?

I’d say about, um,
ten minutes to five.

Mr. Wiggam had just brought
the bonds into my office.

Yes, first I had to enter them
in the--

[man]
In the what?

Uh, I beg your pardon?

You were entering the bonds
in something.

Yes, um, in the ledger.

[Tupper] It’s routine when we
receive securities, you see.

I see. So, then you

took the bonds
into Mr. Tupper’s office

and stood waiting for him
to finish on the phone?

I was talking to my associate
about the deal, you see.

These securities came to us

as a result of an estate
liquidation.

And the principal beneficiary
happened to be one
of our clients.

I tried to,

to get Fennady

to call off the shipment
as a matter of prudence

but--

[man]
I’m sorry!

-Here, let me--
-Oh, no, no, no.

Allow me. Don’t let me
interrupt, go ahead.

Then, Miss Pomfritt,

were you close enough
at close range

to see either of the men?

Not very.

Couldn’t identify them?

No, they both wore masks.

And by the time you could
get a look at them

they both gone out
the fire exit door?

I thought something was wrong
and then I came closer

and I saw them both
on the floor.

I screamed and hit
the alarm switch.

-[door opens]
-Oh.

I’ve checked on everyone
in the building

There’s, uh, no one in here
without a good reason

and there’s no sign
of the bonds either.

OK. Go on down
to the main door,

-I’ll be within a minute.
-All right.

Now, Mr. Wiggam,

I wonder if you’d mind
coming into Mr. Tupper’s office
for a moment.

You too, Mr. Tupper.

I’d like you both to assume
the exact positions you were in,

after the robbery.

[Tupper] I was standing
over here by my desk.

I was on the telephone
with my associate.

And you, Wiggam?

Here, sir.

Would you both lie down,
please?

-After you, Wiggam.
-Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Herbert was a little more
to his right, I think.

Thank you, Miss Pomfritt.

And, Mr. Tupper,
as far as you can recall

you were facing
the way you are now?

On the telephone,
that is correct.

I knew not whence
the blow came, Lieutenant.

One moment I am deep
in conversation
with my associate

and the next moment...

Yes, yes, of course.

And when you came to,
you found Mr. Wiggam

lying there, beside you?

That is right.

All right.
Thank you very much, gentlemen.

Uh, gentlemen,

you can get up, now.

Oh.

Oh, thank you, Wiggam.

[man] Of course,
you understand this is merely a

preliminary investigation.

[Tupper] Oh, yes.
I do, Lieutenant.

These were negotiable bonds.

[man] That’s very good,
Mr. Tupper.

Now, Wiggam was on
the floor there

in roughly that position
when you came in, Miss Pomfritt.

And the minute you saw,
what it happened...

I screamed and hit
the alarm switch.

[man] But by then, both of
the thugs were probably outside
the office,

and on their way downstairs.

It’s hardly likely they tried
the elevator but

it’s possible they could’ve
taken the back stairway.

[Tupper]
That is correct.

[man] But in either case,
they’d been stopped and checked

by the man on duty
at the main door

if they attempted
to leave the building
with the securities.

-[Tupper] That is right.
-[man] Hmm.

So, we’ll have to assume
that they

spirited the securities out of
the building in some other way.

Nice time of the year
to be going to Rio, Mr. Wiggam.

I envy you.

I’m looking forward to it.

There you are, sir.
Loading now at Gate 6.

Have a nice flight.

-Thank you.
-Happy landing.

Thank you!

Ready, Mother?

Yes, dear.

[ticking]

Here are the closing
stock averages.

Thirty industrials down,
three point seven.

Fifteen utilities up,
one point six.

We shall have
more closing quotations
in one minute.

There has been a change
in our business.

I’ve eliminated the middleman.

As for our final quotations,

they were from Herbert Wiggam
and his mother

as they left for prison.

And we decided
not to repeat them on the air.

Next week, we shall be back
with another story.

Until then, goodnight.