All language subtitles for The Alfred Hitchcock Hour S01E11 Ride the Nightmare 1080p

- Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen.

I suppose you're wondering
what I'm doing here.

Not much, actually.

So far, I've spent most of
my time trying to get out.

Passersby are not being very
helpful.

They seem to think I'm an errant
actor

from the Theater of the Absurd.

Actually, I was answering a
real estate advertisement.

"Small compact residence on
thoroughfare.

"Close to schools, shops,
freeways.

"Plenty of transportation.

"Running water."

And that serves to remind me

that tonight's play is
called "Ride the Nightmare"

and speaking of nightmares,

here is our first commercial.

- Hello?

Who's calling, please?

Just a moment, please.

It's for you.

- Oh, who is it?

- I don't know.

- Maybe it's one of my
old girlfriends, hey?

- I doubt it.

- Ooh, you don't think I have
any, huh?

One of these days, you're
gonna learn to appreciate me.

Hello?

You've made a mistake.

My name is Martin.

Look, I said you made a mistake.

My name is Martin!

What?

- What is it?

Chris, what is it?

- He said he was gonna kill me.

- What?

But that doesn't make sense.

What did he say?

- That he was coming here,
and he was gonna kill me.

- Who?

Who was that?
- I don't know.

- Well, Chris, it just
doesn't make any sense.

Maybe we should call the police.

- No.

It's probably just some kinda
crank,

pulling what he thinks is a
funny kind of joke or something.

- Well, it's a pretty weird kind
of joke.

No, you just can't tell
about people like that.

I'm gonna call the police.

- Honey.

All right, if it'll make you
feel better, I'll call them.

Get me a brandy, would you?

Could you give me the
police station, operator?

Will you send a patrol car
to my house right away?

I've been threatened.

That's right.

Man called up on the phone,

said he was coming over here to
kill me.

Just now.

Christopher Martin, 1204 13th
Street.

That's right.

Yes, thank you.

- What did they say?

- They'll come.

- When?

- As soon as they can, Helen.

- Chris?

- What if he was calling
from Johnson's Drugstore?

- Sweetheart, take it easy.

I'm sure it's just what you
said.

It's probably a crank.

- Helen, lock the kitchen door.

D'you hear me?

Lock it!

Get the lights.

Pull the blinds.

Get the hall light.

Close the bedroom windows.

Do like I tell you!

- Checked the kitchen door?

- Yes.

Chris, shouldn't we leave?

We could go to Bill's house.

- No, he might already be
outside.

- Honey, I'm sorry.

- What are we gonna do?

- You stay here.

I thought I told you to stay in
the b-

- Chris.

The dining room windows.

- Are they locked?

- I don't know.

- Get down.

- Hold it.

Turn on the light.

Turn on the light.

You did all right for yourself.

She's a winner.

I found you, didn't I, Philips?

- You're making a mistake.

Can't you see he's not
the man you're after?

Our name is Martin.

- Martin, huh?

Philips is the name I know him
by.

You thought you could change
your name

and we wouldn't find you, huh?

That's right, baby.

We.

For a while there, I
thought you did get away.

Then I saw that picture
of you in that magazine.

You know the one.

Picture of you and that bowling
team

that won the state championship,

and I thought to myself,

"Here's a picture of my
old friend, Chrissy boy,

"and I just gotta stop in and
say hello."

- You'd better get out of here.

My husband has called the
police.

- No.

You didn't do that, did you?

No.

You wouldn't do that,
would you, Chrissy boy?

'Cause if you call the police,
they'd send you to jail,

and you don't wanna go to
jail, do you, Chrissy boy?

- You did call them, didn't you,
Chris?

- You mean you didn't tell her,
Chris?

Aw, that wasn't nice.

You should've told her
about your wicked past.

- Shut up!

- Don't move!

Ooh, you stuck me, didn't you,
baby?

Well, we'll make up for that,
won't we?

Yeah, that's right, lady.

I'm gonna kill him, just
like I said I would!

Only, I'd just like to hurt
him a little more first,

and I just thought of a way.

- Should I call the police?

- Why ask me?

- You think I enjoyed keeping it
from you?

- Why did you, then?

Didn't you think you could trust
me?

- I was afraid to tell you,

and I never thought I'd have to.

I was sure they wouldn't find
me.

But that bowling picture had to
be taken.

That's funny.

The secret I'd kept for almost
15 years

ended in the second that
I stick in bowling team.

It's so funny it's hilarious.

- Where are you going?

- Call the police.

- No!

I don't want you to be arrested.

- You're willing to consider
doing something else?

- What else can we do?

- Helen, if that body wasn't
found,

nobody would ever know what
happened.

Look, if we could take that body

up in the hills and bury it.

Helen, look, it's either that or
prison.

There's nothing in between!

I've lived a decent life
ever since it happened.

I've done everything I
could to make up for it.

Now, is everything we've
had for seven years

gonna be thrown away just
because of him?

- All right.

All right.

- I love you.

- Murder?

- I had nothing to do with it.

You hear me, Helen?

I had nothing to do with the
murder.

It's Bill.

- Chris, you can't-

- Don't worry.

I'm not gonna let him in.

Oh, hello, Bill.

- We're out of ice cubes, Mr
Martin,

and my mother sent me over to
borrow some.

- Oh, sure.

Honey, would you get Bill some
ice cubes?

- Hey, Helen.

- Hello, Bill.

- Hope I didn't wake you up.

- Oh, no.
- I'm glad.

- Go ahead, honey.

No, we never go to bed before
midnight.

- Ah, good, Chris, good.

- You having a little
party over there, huh?

- Some party.

My aunt decided to pass.

- Well, how long's she gonna be
here?

- Too long.

I didn't know she was coming at
all.

- Can't you get them, honey?

- Here, let me help her.

- No, Bill, that's all right.

- That's all right, I'll do it.

It's only fair.

There she is.

Aw, I sure appreciate this,
Helen.

Ooh, colder than my old aunt's
heart.

Oh, Helen.

I hope I didn't disturb you.

- No.

- All right.

- That's all right, Bill, any
time.

- Thanks a million for
the ice cubes, Helen.

- You're welcome, Bill.

- Yeah, my aunt thanks
you, my mother thanks you,

and I thank you.

- And you are welcome, Bill.

- Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- We'll have to wait until they
go to bed.

Helen, I wanna tell you
something.

- It isn't necessary.

- Yes it is.

I know that you think I
never told you about it

because I was afraid of going to
prison.

That's not true.

I was afraid for you.

You were so young when we
married,

so unprepared for anything like
that.

- That was seven years ago,
Chris.

- I know.

It's just that I didn't
know how to tell you.

As time went by, I began to
think that

maybe I wouldn't have to.

I was only 19 when it happened.

I was working for a bank,

picking up deposits from all
the big stores in the area.

This was Albuquerque.

I was living with my father,

and my mother died when I was
born.

Well, you know all that.

He and I didn't get along,

so wanted to stay out of his
way more than anything else.

I started hanging around some of
the bars.

That's where I met Fred.

Later on, I met Steve, Adam.

Those are the other two that
escaped prison with him.

We hung around together.

We planned a robbery.

We picked one of the bank's
depositors.

This old guy who ran a jewelry
store.

I was supposed to knock on the
back door

like I always did when
I made a collection,

and they'd go inside, get the
money,

and I'd wait out in the car as a
lookout.

I was supposed to warn
them if something happened.

Something happened, all right.

Now, the old guy got to an alarm
system.

Next thing I know, I
heard a police car coming,

and I ran out on them.

At the time, I didn't know
that they'd kill the old man,

I just ran out on them 'cause
I didn't have the guts.

I drove away as fast as I could

and when the car ran out of gas,

I hitchhiked out of the
state, came to Los Angeles,

changed my name, met you.

That's it.

I'll call the police.

- Chris.

If you think you can put him

someplace where they won't
find him, then do it.

Do it.

- If I didn't love you
so much.

I was just thinking,

the thought of never seeing you
again,

being taken away from you-

- Ssh, shh.

I won't let them take you away,
I won't.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Bury him, Chris.

Put him on a .

- Honey, why
don't you go back to bed?

- What about those other two
men?

- What about it?

- What if they should come here?

- If they're wanted by
the law, they won't.

- Wasn't the other one wanted by
the law?

- He was drunk, Helen, out of
his mind.

- I've been awake all night.

I've been trying to visualize
going on as your wife.

I can't, Chris.

All meaning seems to be gone out
of it.

It's not the same.

It's just not the same.

- We're the same people, Helen.

- Are we?

I don't even know who I am.

Am I Helen Martin?

Am I Helen Philips?

Or am I married at all?

I just don't know anything,
Chris.

Least of all, the man I've been
married to for seven years.

- Honey,

you wanna leave?

- I don't know, Chris.

- Hello.

- Hello, Chris?

Remember me?

This is Adam.

- What do you want?

- To see you, boy.

You want to meet us or shall we
drop by?

- You stay away from me, I mean
it.

- We'll see you
at Monica and 12th Street

in 15 minutes.

- Operator.

- Give me the police.

- Yes, sir.

- Honey, I'm gonna take
the bus to the plant.

You can have the car.

- Get in the car.

It's been a long time, Chris.

You look good.

Can't say I like that.

- What do you want?

- A little charity, that's all.

Brief money.

I know you won't object,
now that you've killed Fred.

I wasn't sure you had 'til now.

Don't worry, I'm not mourning.

He was a bungler.

He was too emotional, like Steve
there.

If I wasn't along,

he'd have put a bullet
through your head by now

for running out on us.

- How much?

- Well, we'd like $50 or
$100,000,

but we know you haven't got that
much.

We've gotta have some traveling
money,

so we'll settle for five.

- I haven't even got five.

- All right, four.

Lucky we don't leave you
in a ditch somewhere.

Bank's open in one hour.

You get that money and
meet us at 11 o'clock.

You know where Latigo Canyon is?

- Yeah.

- Well, bring the money there.

- Where?
- You'll find us.

You could bring the police, of
course,

but I don't think you will.

That's you.

Indignation, Christopher?

Maybe we'd better make it six.

- Six?

- Oh, shut up.

- I haven't got that much.

- You bring what you got, then.

Better not be less than four.

- All right.

- Well, that's splendid.

That's really splendid.

Keep in mind, if you fail,

you'll be receiving a visit
from either us or the police,

either one of which
won't be very pleasant.

- I said all right.

- 11 o'clock, Christopher.

Pull over.

- Helen?

Helen?

Helen?

Oh no.

No.

- You have just witnessed
the first half of our play.

We now come to that part of the
program

which one viewer says reminds
him of a baloney sandwich.

A station break between
two slices of Hitchcock.

Good evening, and welcome to

"The Alfred Hitchcock Hour",
again.

You have come back a trifle
early, but no matter.

We have an excellent little time
killer

which will keep you from getting
restless.

And now, if you'll be good
enough to give me a hand,

I shall get out of here.

- Ooh, good morning, Mr Martin.

- Oh, hello, Mrs Anthony.

- I saw you standing there,

and I wondered if your wife had
run across that canape dish.

She said she was going to
look in the cupboard for it.

She thought she put it there

after the garden club meeting
last week.

I wouldn't fuss about it
ordinarily,

but I'm giving a little
dinner party Friday night,

and I especially want
that dish for canapes.

It's priceless, really.

My husband bought it in London
five, no, six months ago.

It's handmade and, well,

will it be all right if I
stop by the house, then?

- I'm sorry, Mrs Anthony.

I didn't hear what you said.

- I said, do you think
your wife would mind

if I dropped by the house and
helped her look for the dish?

- Oh, well, she's not at home
right now.

- Oh.

Are you feeling ill, Mr Martin?

- Oh no, it's just awful
hot in here, isn't it?

- Well, when will she be back?

- Well, I don't know.

She's going to Santa Barba.

Her mother isn't feeling too
well.

- Well, I would like that
dish on Friday night,

or before if possible.

You see, it's-

- Mrs Anthony.

Look, when I finish at
the plant, I'll go home,

I'll pick up that dish,

I'll bring it over to
your place tonight, huh?

- Thank you.

I'd appreciate it.

- Excuse me, madam.

I'm in a terrible hurry.

Would you mind very much
if I got in front of you?

- I've been waiting here longer
than you have, young man,

and I'm in just as much
of a hurry as you are.

- I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- Please.

I'd like it in small bills,
please.

10s and 20s.

- Yes, sir.

Could you make it as fast as
possible?

Hey, where are you going?

- Oh, one moment, sir.

That gentlemen there.

- All right, send him over.

- It's locked.

- Miss Gray.

Won't you sit down, Mr Martin?

- Look, I'm in an awful hurry,
Mr...

- Campbell.

Please.

- What is it?

- This withdrawal, Mr Martin.

It would leave your savings
account with less than $100 in.

- I know that.

- Well, this note you signed-

- Note?

- Yes.

It states that a $4,000 loan

was extended to you last
October.

Just a minute.

On condition that a similar
amount in your savings account

serve as collateral,

so if you withdraw $4,000-

- Mr Campbell.

Listen, I've been doing
business with this bank

for nine years now.

During that time, I have never
failed

to meet an obligation.
- Yes.

My credit rating is without
question.

- I think we can make
the deal.

- I need this money now.

My mother's in financial
trouble.

She requires it immediately,
and you'll get the money back

as soon as possible.

- Mr Martin, please understand
that

it's not as if I personally-

- Look, I got a good job, pay my
bills,

and met every obligation to this
bank.

I need that money now!

- Very well, Mr Martin.

I see no pressing reason
why we can't allow this.

It's irregular, but in view
of your past credit rating,

I think we can put it through.

- Thank you.

Where is she?

- I didn't think it was a good
idea

to stop at the main road.

- Where is she, Adam?

Now where is she?

Adam.

- Steve is taking splendid care
of her.

- Where?

It's all there.

- So I see.

That'll do.

- Tell me where she is, Adam,

or so help me, I'll kill you!

- Oh, you won't.

You haven't got the stomach for
it.

- Tell me where she is, or I'll
blow your stinking head off!

- Don't.

She's in a shack not far from
here.

- Is she hurt?

- No.

- She'd better not be.

Come on.

Behind the wheel.

Drive!

- Quite the little hero, aren't
we?

There's only two bullets.

- Give me the rest of them.

- What do you think, we
waltzed out of that pen?

It's all there is left.

You plan on turning us over to
the police?

You of course realize what's
gonna happen if you do?

You'll go to the pen for
the rest of your life.

- What do you think they're
gonna do with you, little man?

- Don't worry about me.

I plan on living a long, long
time.

- Oh, I wouldn't bet on it.

- How much further?

- Just beyond that bend away.

- Pull over.

Get out.

Hold it.

- What now, little hero?

Well?

- You're gonna call him out.

- Anything you say, little hero.

- You walk up that road
about 15 feet and call him,

and you'd better make it good.

- Be careful.

There's only two bullets.

- It only takes one.

Go on.

- Steve!

Steve!

- What happened to you?

- Hold it!

Helen!

Helen!

- Chris!

Chris!

- Look out!

- I told you, there's only two!

Now I've got you, little hero!

- Give me your hand.

Come on!

You've got to, sweetie.

Try it.

Keep your head down.

Get down.

The only thing we can do is
to try and climb out of it.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand!

- Chris!

Chris!

Chris!

Chris!

Chris!

- I'm terribly sorry.

That was a nasty tumble.

However, we did manage
to get me out of there.

Perhaps you can amuse yourself
by sitting in the darkness

and imagining what our next
commercial will be like.

Sorry, regulations, you know.