All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.4x28.The.Impossible.Dream

Good evening, and please
watch the birdie.

Actually, we couldn't afford
a birdie for you to watch.

That is why I'm here.

My camera is a new one,
and I'm quite proud of it.

This?

This is an attachment of my own.

I find it invaluable for
making the subject sit still.

It's really quite effective.

My prints turn out perfectly.

It's just the people
who need retouching.

Now, I see it is time
for a word from someone

who has continually refused my
invitation to sit for a portrait.

But perhaps a candid shot.

I can hardly expect you
to be serious.

You underestimate me.

Yes. But, darling, you'll just throw
him over in a couple of weeks,

so why tire yourself?

You're not very amusing, Howard.

Because I'm not trying to be.

I won't give you up,
Terry, it's that simple.

I need you too much,
I want you too much.

I'm not gonna
give you up for any...

Cut.

All right, that was great.

Everyone, let's pack.
That's it for tonight.

Very nice, Mr. Mathews,
very nice.

Leave that.

I'll do it, thank you.

Mr. Mathews asked me...

Never mind what
Mr. Mathews asked you.

You're here to take care of
his wardrobe for the film,

not his packing,
that's my province.

But... / It's quite the
wrong way to pack shirts.

I'm sorry. But, I was only carrying out
the orders from Mr. Mathews.

He should leave
those things to me.

I'm almost finished packing.

You're gonna have a glorious
weekend, Mr. Mathews.

I'm sure of it.

I must say, I thought
the scene went rather well.

The scene was
detestable, Miss Hall.

That I ever consented to play
a role in which I become a corpse

in the first reel of the picture
is even more detestable.

And that I allow myself to work
in support of Myra Robbins.

That's the final proof
of my humiliation.

You used to like Miss Robbins.

Yes.

When she was young and beautiful.
Of course, I liked her.

But all that's
wearing rather thin.

Don't you think you should
take your sedative instead?

You know, I used to picture
you and Miss Robbins

as people out of some
fairy story come to life.

I saw your films
any number of times,

and followed
your career slavishly.

And still do.

You know, Miss Hall, you ought
to find yourself a man.

You're drying up. Pretty soon
you'll have fewer chances

than you've had in the past.

You needn't be cruel.

Oh, stop being
a sentimentalist.

I'm not being cruel,
Miss Hall, I'm being honest.

Yeah, perhaps honesty is
often ugly and bitter,

but it's got to be faced,
as I face it.

Do you think I enjoy facing
the truth about myself?

Do you think I like looking in
this mirror and seeing not a man,

but his wreckage?

Still I face it, I look at it.

Even though once I was a star,

and the whole world
was in love with me.

The whole world
is still in love with you.

Don't be absurd, Miss Hall!

What evidence can you offer?

Those morbid valentines you call
fan letters, written by yourself

or by those misfits you
pay a dollar for writing?

Mr. Mathews.

Yes, I know your little secret.

I've known it
for a long time now.

But the truth must be faced, Miss Hall.
And this is the truth.

Once I was a prince.

I was a king,

and I had a palace on a hill that
royalty would come and marvel at.

But now? Who am I, Miss Hall?

What am I? What have I?

I'm a beggar who must be
grateful for a week's work.

And my palace has dwindled
to a crumbling ruin

controlled by the
Cahuenga Realty Corporation.

Oh, no. No, I have one more
thing, Miss Hall. I have you.

You, who packs my belongings,

sees me off on weekends.

You, who stands by and tells me
a scene's going rather well,

when I know quite well
it's going very badly.

And who dreams
impossible dreams

that even the angels
must laugh at.

What kind of dreams?

The kind schoolgirls dream,

of marrying and moving
into worlds beyond them.

Get away from me, Miss Hall.

Find yourself somebody else.

And if I said there couldn't
be anyone else? What then?

Then I'd pity you,
because it's hopeless.

I don't mean to be harsh, Miss Hall.
I don't want to be.

But you have a life
of your own.

You mustn't live through mine.

You're an intelligent,
sensitive woman.

And intelligence and sensitivity
are rare qualities.

Don't waste them.

If I seem angry with you,

it's probably because
I've seen so much waste.

I can't bear to see any more.

Understand that,
Miss Hall. Please try.

You must!

What do you want?

I'm so sorry, Mr. Mathews.

I thought this was
Myra Robbins' room.

Who is that woman?

Her name is Mrs. Dolan. Grace Dolan.
She works in Wardrobe.

Apparently, she had a
terrible time last year.

She was devoted
to her daughter,

who was quite pretty, I've
heard, and she suddenly died.

There are all sorts of
stories about what happened.

I'm not in the least
interested in studio gossip.

How long will it take you to
get that through your head?

Your vacation will do you a
world of good, Mr. Mathews.

The change will work
wonders, I'm sure of it.

Are you, Miss Hall?

Yes, you can sit
in the sun in Mexico

and rest and relax, and in a week
you'll be a different person.

You're so certain of things, Miss
Hall, sometimes you amaze me.

I try to be helpful,
Mr. Mathews.

Are you sure you don't want me
to go to the airport with you?

I'm positive.

You usually like me to.

I know the way, Miss Hall.

And what will you do
with the car?

There's a perfectly good garage
across from the airport.

I thought I'd drive it back to the
house after your plane leaves.

It won't be necessary.

Now don't look so sad,
Miss Hall.

I'm giving you a vacation
too, so take advantage of it.

Are you sure
there's nothing else?

Sure.

Mr. Mathews!

Thanks for leaving
the door open.

You're learning.

I'm glad you dug my
message at the studio.

You needn't have
been so obvious.

I just didn't want you
to forget we had a date.

I wouldn't have forgotten,
Mrs. Dolan, you can be sure of that.

You can't be sure of
nothing, Mr. Mathews.

Can't you say hello?
It would kill you?

I see little point in
observing the amenities.

Not at this late date.

You're touchy today.

Can't you ever buy
any new records?

Something a little more
up-to-date maybe?

If you don't mind,
Mrs. Dolan, I like this one.

You are such a creep.

Always dreaming about the past.

Don't dismiss the past
so easily, Mrs. Dolan.

I find the past has perfections
the present has yet to equal.

Sure, sure, I know. No
taxes, no television...

No graying hairs,

no sagging chins.

Well, the past may have
been great for some of us.

For others, like me,
it wasn't so hot,

and I'd just as soon forget it.

Hey, what is this?

What's what?

You promised to put
my Janice's picture here.

I gave you a picture of her

to put with the rest of your
girlfriends, and you promised.

Now what did you do
with it?

Shut that drawer!

Hey, wait a minute.

I said shut that drawer!

Now, hold on, hold on.

Hold on, mister. Don't you raise
your voice to me like that.

I'm not one of your slaves,
like your Miss What's-Her-Name?

Get away, Mrs. Dolan.

What is this?

Nothing. It wouldn't interest you.
Give it to me.

Everything interests me.
What is it?

It's a medicine,
if you must know.

A sedative to help me sleep.

Guilty conscience?

Look, just give it to me.

You should have a guilty
conscience, Mr. Mathews.

Let's not get into that.

Well, my little Janice would be
here today if it weren't for you.

Mrs. Dolan, we're none
of us beyond reproach!

Now what does that mean?

Whatever you want it to.

Hey, what are you
insinuating, anyway?

Don't you know?

That I threw my Janice at you?

Didn't you?

I thought you'd be good
to my little girl.

Good and kind...

And help her along on her
way to a dazzling career?

She could have been a star,
my little girl. A star.

But I should have known better than
to think you could ever help her.

Yes, you should have.

That didn't give you the right
to treat her the way you did.

Mrs. Dolan, as I said before,

we're none of us
beyond reproach.

Sure, that's a fine way
to dismiss a murder.

For the last time, Mrs. Dolan,
I did not murder your daughter.

Well, what did you do
then, if not that?

My Janice would be alive today if
you'd married her, wouldn't she?

She might've been happy, she might of had
a kid, and don't you ever forget it!

Your weekly visits prevent my
ever forgetting it, Mrs. Dolan.

I think we'd better end
this discussion.

Yeah, that's the attitude.

Just give me my check, Mr. Mathews,
and let me get out of here.

You've ruined
my weekend already.

There isn't going to be
a check this week,

or any week from now on.

What do you mean?

I mean exactly what I say.

There isn't going to
be a check,

because there can't be a
check, because I'm broke.

You expect me to believe that?

Look, I'll show you my check
book, my savings account,

bank statements.
Look them over.

Mr. Mathews, do you know
what I've got in this bag?

I'm afraid I do.

I've got letters, Mr. Mathews.

Letters you were dumb enough
to write to my little girl.

Every crummy newspaper and scandal
magazine will pay me pretty good

to get their hands on these.

Do you know that, Mr. Mathews?

I'm aware of it.

Your career doesn't
mean very much now,

but it'll mean even less
with these out in the open.

I know.

Well, I'm glad you do.

Because that means you're
gonna write me out a check

whether there's any money
to cover it or not.

And since this is Friday, and I
won't cash the check till Monday,

you'll find some way,

if you have to beg,
borrow or steal,

to see that it is covered
when I do cash it.

Do I make myself plain,
Mr. Mathews?

You make yourself...

very plain.

Good.

Because that means that you'll
walk over to your desk now,

and write me out a check, and
we'll have no more hanky-panky.

Okay, Mr. Mathews?

Okay?

You actors are all the same.

You rant and you rave and
you put up a big bluff,

but when the chips are down,
you're all the same.

Chicken, honey. Chicken.

Here you are.

Attaboy.

Now, see that it don't
bounce on Monday.

Mrs. Dolan. Don't go.

Stay a moment.

What is this?

Well, unless you have
someplace special to go?

You know I don't.

Then at least stay for a drink.

I don't get it.

Let me put it this way.

By this set of
unfortunate circumstances,

we are bound together, right?

Right.

Well, since we are
bound together,

I do think we should
try not to be enemies,

or even bad friends.

What's the point, sonny?

Well, the point's simply this, I'd like
to commemorate our new friendship.

I'd like to toast it.

Okay. What have you got?

Vodka, Scotch, gin.

Cr?me de menthe, green?

I think that can be arranged.

Cr?me de menthe, green.
On the rocks.

Very good, Mrs. Dolan.

Say,

why don't you call me Grace?

As long we're not gonna be bad
friends, why, you call me Grace

and I'll call you Oliver.

As you wish.

Say, why don't you browse
through my records?

You might find something
a little more modern.

Okay, Oliver.

Now, what did you turn the lights on for?
Don't be such a square.

Leave me alone.

There's a guy prowling around.

Let's go home.

Don't pay
any attention to him.

I want to go home!

You're getting to be
such a moldy fig.

I was wondering when
you'd be getting back.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you
the same question.

I was under the impression that
you were flying to Mexico.

I changed my mind
at the last minute.

So I see.

I fancied you might

when you refused to let me
go with you to the airport.

I'm very sensitive to
your moods, Mr. Mathews.

You see, I know.

Miss Hall, I haven't the slightest
idea what you're talking about.

Certainly you do.

I'm referring to Mrs. Dolan,
her daughter, and yourself.

I've always known.

You're not as careful at covering
up your tracks as you should be.

I also know about tonight.

I followed you to Mulholland
Drive when you left the house.

Please don't bother
to wash that glass.

It's deplorable, I admit, but I
couldn't control my curiosity,

any more than I could control
picking this up as a souvenir.

What do you want?

Can't you guess?

I'm afraid I can't, Miss Hall.

Well, I'm not going to turn
you over to the authorities,

if that's what's worrying you.

Not unless it's necessary.

Nor do I want money.

What is it then?

I want you to make what you
called an impossible dream

possible after all.

I can hardly expect you
to be serious.

You underestimate me.

Yes. But, darling, you'll just throw
him over in a couple of weeks,

so why tire yourself?

You're not very amusing, Howard.

Because I'm not trying to be.

I won't give you up, Terry,
it's that simple.

I need you too much,
I want you too much.

I'm not gonna
give you up for any...

And they lived happily ever after.

You see, Oliver also had
an impossible dream,

and it also came true.

His dream was
that he and Miss Hall

would be caught and convicted

and sentenced to separate
penal institutions.

And now, before I return,

I want you to meet a gentleman
who,

though never dreamed,

has become quite impossible.

Thank you, sir, for that
unsolicited testimonial.

I also wish to thank
Alfred Hitchcock Productions,

makers of
fine suspense stories,

for relinquishing
a minute of their time.

Next week,
we shall all be back.

Until then, good night.