All language subtitles for The Alfred Hitchcock Hour S03E20 Death Scene 1080p

- Good evening.

Someone seems to have left
this interesting object

at my doorstep.

I don't believe it's a baby.

At least, I've never
before heard a baby ticking

quite so loudly.

What a unique gift,

a clock that is
powered by dynamite.

Tempus fugit, I'll
wager it does.

I see the alarm is set to
go off in a moment or two,

so I should speak quickly.

I wouldn't want to
be interrupted by
any unseemly ringing.

Tonight, we have a drama
concerning some people

who are in the motion
picture business.

And speaking of business,
we come to this item.

- Hey, Dancer, hey, hey.

Oh, look who we
got this morning.

- Ha, just another pretty face.

- That's what you think.

She's somebody.
- Yeah?

- You don't see it, do you?

- What?
- The thing surrounding her.

- Like, what is it?

- Like mystery, man, like money.

- Oh, yeah?

- You don't drive up in that

and not give out with
a little mystery,

and a little money.

- A starlet, eh?

- Maybe.

- Leo!
- Yo!

- Come up outta there, will ya?

Pull off your coveralls and
start Miss Revere's car.

The keys are in the ignition.

- Yes, sir.

Revere, Revere, Revere, Revere?

Oh, man, that's who she is.

- Who?

- The daughter of Gavin
Revere and Monica Parrish.

- Who?

- You wanna be an actor
and you never heard

of Gavin Revere
and Monica Parrish?

- No.

- I'm sure it's
nothing very serious,

but then I'm not
very mechanical.

What I know about cars you
could put into a shot glass.

He does insist there's
something wrong,

so you'd better look at it.

- I'll go over it with
a fine-tooth comb.

Excuse me.

Start the motor, Leo?

Okay, rev her up.

Okay, that's it Leo.

Leo?

- Enough?

- Yeah.

- When will it be ready?

- Tomorrow afternoon.

- All right.

- Great car, great frame.

You need someone
to take you home?

- No, I can get a cab.

- Oh, not at Wagner's you won't.

I'll take you.
- No, that's all right.

A cab's fine.
- Oh, it's part of my job.

I'll get the keys.

Now, not another word.

I love the construction.

- Sounds like it might
be the transmission.

- Keys.
- Yeah, sounds like that.

Uh-huh.
- Come on, come on.

- Oh, wait a minute.

- Give me the keys to your car.

Miss Revere wants
to be driven home.

- Let her get a cab.

- Come on, come on.

- You don't waste
any time, do you?

- That's why I'm a specialist.

- That boy is gonna get into
a lotta trouble someday.

- He can take care of himself.

- I wouldn't bet on it.

- You know, I'm a big
fan of your father's.

- Yes?
- Yeah.

I've seen every
one of his movies.

Except, I guess, some
of the early ones.

Some of the silents.

Boy, he was a great director.

- Is a great director.

- Whoops.

Open mouth, insert foot.

Story of my life.

I didn't mean it quite that way.

Past tense is past, and he
hasn't made a film in years.

- Yes, that's true, he hasn't.

- And your mother,
was or is great, too.

- Was, she's retired.

- She was a real stunner.

A little on the hammy side,

but we don't have stars
like that anymore.

Boom.

Boom.

You believe in fate?

Fate, what is fate?

Well, fate for me
right now is the fact

that I almost didn't
come in this morning.

Boy was I drunk last night.

Hey, you Swim or Watusi, hmm?

I'm one of the best
Swimmers you can imagine.

- What has the Swim
got to do with fate?

- I thought, "Now, why
should I go in this morning?

"Why should I go in?"

but then, something,
fate, you see?

Said to me, it said,
"Leo, get outta bed.

"Get right outta bed because
something's on its way."

That something good
is meeting you.

Aw, she's shy.

- Turn right here.

- You know, you look a
lot like your mother.

Prettier though.

- Slow down, please.

I said slow down.

- You know, I saw one
of your mother's movies

on "The Late Late Show"
a couple of nights ago.

One where she played
a nightclub singer.

Boy, I hate tell you, but
she was real old school.

I never saw anybody
chew up so much scenery.

- Did you ever
see "Death Scene"?

- "Death Scene," no,
I don't think so.

- She was
wonderful in it.

It's her best.

- Your father direct it?

- He directed all
of her pictures.

The next road on the left.

- Mon Vere.

Are you in a hurry?
- Yes.

- Why don't you show me around?

I've read about this place.

- I have to go.

- Aren't you gonna thank me?

- I insist.

- I'll frame it.

Put it over my bed.

Miss Revere?

Wanna Swim with me?

- Nicky!

Nicky!

Nicky!

- I'm coming!

- You never saw
"The Richest Dream,"

"Come Fall, Come Love,"

"The Willow Weeps No More"?

- No.

- "Destiny, My Dear,"
"Forgotten Woman,"

"Goddess of the Silver Nile"?

- Hey, what's their house like?

- I only saw from the outside.

She wouldn't let me in.

Oh, boy, it's a place
I'd like to live though.

Hmm, you know, her mother
was one of the really bad,

but wonderful stars.

Public loved her.
- Hmm?

She live there alone?

- No, there's
somebody else there.

- How you know?

- I saw someone looking
down on me from the balcony.

Probably him.
- Who?

- Gavin Revere.

You know, he
had a terrible accent.

It was during the time
they were all playing polo.

You know, "Giddy-up, horsey,"
kind of a croquet with spurs.

Well, he went and fall down,
go boom, cracked his spine.

Crash.
- Ouch!

- Ended up in a wheelchair.

Tried to make a
comeback years ago.

Made a couple of flops,

"Sinful Sister" and
"Don't Leave Me Alone."

Oh, boy.

That house and all that land
must be worth a fortune.

- Mm-hmm,
yeah, I'm sure.

- Want take a look at it?

- Yeah, sure, after supper.

- It's done, al dente, we eat.

Behold, Mon Vere.

- Hey, man!

Outta the question.

- What?
- No.

- Dancer, she liked me.

- I never
saw one yet that didn't.

- It's true, it's true.

- Wow, oh, man.

Yeah, it's big.

- Yeah, it's very,
very, very big.

You know, I've always
wanted a place like this.

You know something?

This may be just the right
time and the right place

and the right opportunity.

Outta my way.
- Well, okay, man.

It's your funeral.

I'll send flowers.
- Yeah?

Carnations, if you please.

- Yes, who is it?

- Hello, Miss
Revere, remember me?

I brought you home
from the garage today.

I just called to say hello
and I think you're beautiful.

- Go away.

- It's only 9:30 and the moon is...

Why don't you come out and
look at the moon with me?

- Go away.

- Leo!

- Come on.

- Who was that?

- The man from the garage.

- Yes?
- Brought the car.

- Fine.
- No more knocks.

Just needed new points
and some spark plugs.

Oh, Mr. Wagner said
I better be sure

that you're
completely satisfied.

- And how would you
be sure of that?

- Oh, by taking a little
drive around the grounds.

I might get fired
if you aren't satisfied.

- Really?
- Really.

And while we're
taking that drive,

I intend to apologize
for last night.

- Well, it was only 9:30.

- And there was a moon.

- Yes, I know.

No more knocking?

- Purrs like a kitten.

Put the spark plugs in myself.

- Nicky, who is that man?

- The man
from the garage.

- Go in the house.

- Mr. Revere?
- Yes?

- Car's in great shape now.

- Let me hear it idle.

- Sure.

- Too fast,
it's idling too fast.

- I'll fix that.

Mr. Revere?

I just want you to know

it's a big thrill for
me to meet you, sir.

I've been, I guess, a fan
of yours since I was a kid.

I think you're the greatest.

You know, I saw Revere Festival

in New York just last spring.

Went every afternoon
for three weeks.

"The Perfect Hostess,"

that's my favorite.

Boy, that's great.

Witty, paced like crazy.

You know, you put all these
new directors to shame?

- What do you know about films?

- Well, I came out
here to be an actor,

but I never did
anything, one commercial.

I gave it up for good,
steady employment.

- Then, you never were an actor.

A real actor never gives up.

- How's that?

- Better, better.

Were my films
well-attended in New York?

- Packed, audience applauded
all the way through.

You know, they don't make
'em that way anymore.

Mr. Revere, is there some
place I can wash my hands?

- Yes, I'll show you, come.

- You know, my favorite
sequence in all films

is the banana sequence
in "Forgotten Woman."

- Ah, yes, first
door on the left.

- Thank you.

Whoa.

Oh, am I somewhere I'm
not supposed to be?

The door was open and--

- Curiosity killed the cat.

I once made a picture called
"Curiosity Killed the Cat."

- Yeah, I know, I saw it.

It's great.

And I saw this one and this one.

And, oh, that one, oh.

And this one.

- Yes, "Death Scene."

- I never saw it.

I've read about it.

- Yes, they write
about me, don't they?

As if I've been dead for years.

But my films will live on.

- Well, don't you wanna work?

- Of course, I want to work.

But not one of them, and
I helped all of them,

all of them get where they are!

Do you think one of them
would extend himself

to help me now?

They don't return my calls.

They think I am
finished, but I am not.

I have got Mon Vere,
and I have got Nicky.

And as long as I have got
Nicky, I am not finished.

You stay away from her.

- Well, I guess I'd better go.

Your old man's in a fit.

I thought he was gonna
start foaming at the mouth.

- Life is very hard for him now.

- Yeah.

But it shouldn't be for you.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, you're
getting wrapped up, thrown in,

and buried alive.

It's true.

He's squeezing you
to death, just look.

You can't spend every minute

spooking around a
place like this.

It's like living in a mausoleum.

- I love Mon Vere.

- Of course, you love it.

And, someday,
it'll be all yours.

When can I see you again?

- Nicky!

- Have dinner with me tonight.

- I can't.
- Why?

- Because I just can't.
- Nicky!

- Listen, you're going
to have to go now.

- I'm not leaving
until you tell me

why we can't have
dinner tonight.

Name's Leo Manfred, call me.

You won't, will you?
- Nicky!

Nicky!

- That concludes the
first half of our story.

My new clock seems
to have stopped.

I suppose I shall have
to buy fresh dynamite.

Luckily, our story is much
more easily activated.

It will resume after
the following message

from your friendly
neighborhood station.

* Lover boy, lover boy *

- Dancer, knock it off.

* Our little sucker here *

- Knock it off, you're
making me nervous.

* Lover boy, love her *

* Lover boy, lover
boy, love her *

Ah, go soak your head.

- Hey, Leo!
- Yeah?

- Leo?
- Yeah?

- Wagner got a call
from Nicky Revere.

They're having trouble
with the car, again.

She asked for you.

- Well, it's about time.

- Hey, Revere's gonna catch on

you keep monkeying
around with his car.

- Yeah, what do you
wanna bet, Dancer,

it's the fan belt this time?

- Had that car for 25 years.

Never had any trouble
with it for 25 years.

Like people
though, I guess.

Once something goes wrong,
everything starts going wrong.

- Yeah, well, it's
nothing serious.

Fan belt needs tightening.

- No mechanic ever touched my
cars when I was up and able.

Did it all myself.

Things change.

- Yeah, they sure do.

- Country is changing,
the city changes.

Freeway'll be
coming through here.

Soon, they'll start
cutting off the hills

and dividing up the land.

Everything gets
smaller and smaller.

- Land around here must
be worth a lot of money.

- The irony of it, the land.

My talent that bought
the land sits wasting

while the thing it
sits on grows in value.

Mon Vere won't be caught
up in the progress pie.

Mon Vere's standing whole and
big as long as I am alive.

- Let me in.

- You'd break
it, too, wouldn't you?

- Through fire, through glass,
anything to be near you.

You never can tell when
the old man is looking.

Did you tell him yet?

Why?

- I never know what
he's going to do.

- You have to.
- He's capable of anything.

- You have to tell him.
- I know.

- He should be happy for you.

You have to tell him soon.

I can't keep finding things
to go wrong with the car.

It's getting suspicious.

- I know.

- Did he say something?

- Well, he's not stupid.

- I've got to see you alone.

Come have dinner
with me in town.

- I can't.

- Then tell him.
- I will.

- Tell him, tell him, tell him.

- Hello?

Yeah, wait.

Hey, Leo!

Leo!

Hey, wait just a minute.

Hey, Leo, Leo.
- What?

- It's for you.
- Who is it?

- It sounds
like Nicky Revere, there.

- Good morning.

What time is it?

Really?

Nah, you woke me up.

Hey, you miss me?

Yeah, I'll bet.

What?

You did?

Well, sure, sure, great.

I'll be right there.

Hey, hey.

You love me?

Yeah, good bye.

Dancer!

Dancer!
- Yeah?

- Bring me some coffee.

- Who do you think you are?

- Dancer, you better start
looking for a new roommate.

- Oh, you
going somewhere?

- I'm about to become
the master of Mon Vere.

Marriage, she
spoke to her father

and he wants to see
me this afternoon.

- I don't believe it.

- Coming into
the homestretch.

- You've got a big
Oaf for operator.

Invite me up for a drink.

- Yeah, there's
still the old man.

- Oh, that shouldn't
be any problem.

I wouldn't be surprised
to read in the papers

that he went rolling
down one of those hills.

- Dancer, my father-in-law
rolling down a hill?

- She says she loves you.

- I love her, too.

- Ah, yes, love.

And the practical side.

- I have $300 in the bank, a
good steady job at $150 a week.

- See around me
here, here, there?

Reminders, mementos of glory,

faded out of fame,
but still glory.

Aside from their sentimental
value to Nicky and to me,

and it's considerable,

these relics are indications
that she's lived well, always.

I had intended leaving
Nicky a portion of the money

that accompanied this glory.

Mon Vere's all
that's left now, all.

There was a life
insurance policy

at one time before the accident,

but now I am not
considered a good risk.

She'll go through
your $300 in a day.

Maybe she won't, I don't know.

But I must be certain,
when I leave this world,

she's protected.
- I'll take care of her.

- On a bank account of $300?

What would she do if
something happened to you?

Unless, you have insurance?
- No.

- If you wanna marry Nicky,

you'll have to take out a
$50,000 life insurance policy

naming her as beneficiary.

That's my only condition.

- Sure, you know a good company?

- Yeah, what we have is
handled by Jeremy Hodges,

an old friend of mine.

Let me see.

He's a representative of
the California Mutual.

I have his card
around here somewhere.

I'll find it.
- Fine.

- I have a lot of pride, Leo.

That's all I have a lot of left.

Don't tell Hodges why
you're doing this.

He's a gossip.

I don't want him to know
I'm reduced to making deals.

Don't tell Nicky
what I am asking.

She has more pride than I have.

- Are you two still at it?

It's enough now.

It's time for a drink.

You haven't killed each other,

so I take it the terms of
my dowry have been arranged,

and I'm to be given away

for three white horses,
a litter of pigs,

and a string of assorted beads.

Want a drink, Daddy?

- No, thanks, I think I'll
just sun myself a little.

- Oh, dear, would you
help Daddy into the sun?

- Sure, sure.

- Thank you.

- You're quite welcome.

Come on in, I'll
give you a drink.

- Hey, yeah,
but I wasn't invited.

- I invite you, come on.

- You're kidding, wow!

- It's Italian.

Everything around
here practically comes

from somewhere else.

Stones from Texas, window
frames from Morocco.

Here's my girl.

Well, don't stand there gawking.

Come on in.

Nicky, this is Dancer Smith,
my not-for-long roommate.

Dancer, this is my
soon-to-be wife.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Where's the old man?

- Oh, he's out getting some sun.

Daddy, Leo is here.

- Oh, good morning, Leo.

- Mr. Revere, I'd like you
to meet a friend of mine,

Dancer Smith.

- How do you do, sir?

How are you?

- Are you a dancer, Dancer?

- Yeah, sort of.
- And an actor.

He hasn't given up yet.

- How about giving
us a little dance?

- Oh, yes,
why don't you?

- Yeah, come on, Dancer.

Show 'em what you can do.

- Come on.
- All right.

All right, so you
wanna see a dance?

- Yeah,
let's see your stuff.

- All right.

- Whoa!

- Look out!
- Oh!

Watch the wall!
- Hey, whoa!

- Whoa!
- Whoa, buddy boy.

Whoa, buddy boy.

Well--
- Oh, man.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- Bravo, bravo!

- Bravo right over the edge.

- Look
out for that drop.

What drop?

- It's not funny.

- Years ago, there was
a big fire through here.

Then, the rains caused
the dirt to give way.

Had to build that
retaining wall,

almost a hundred feet high.

Well, let's go in.

I have a little
surprise for you.

- Come along.

- Take a seat right here.

- We're going to the movies.

- Not to just any movie.

The pinnacle of my career,

the best performance my wife
ever gave on the screen.

(projector clicking)

- Hey,
pretty fancy titles.

- Pretty fancy director.

- Hey, where's the popcorn?

- Yeah.
- Shh.

- There it is, yeah.

- "Chicago, the
mecca of reckless youth,

"the fastest city in the world."

Great, how many days did it take

to get that shot, Mr. Revere?

- Please, shh.

- "Susu, an orphan,
lost in the midst

"of gin, jazz, and
gasoline."

Is that her?

- Yes.

- What's their motivation?

- They never heard of it.

- What?
- Motivation.

"Susu's employer, Sam
Gread, a gangster."

- Boo!
- Boo, boo!

- If we had
a couple of eggs,

we could have breakfast.

You get it, ham and eggs?

- Yeah, yeah, 23 skidoo!

Shh!

- Now, I could
do better than that.

- Shh.

- All I need is a
string of pearls.

- "He must never know that
I am the one responsible

"for his downfall."

- Get out!

Get out! Get out!

- Mr. Revere, I'm sorry.

- Get out! Get out!

- Beneath you.

- Leave her alone, get out!

- I let it ring all night.

Hello, Nicky?

Hello, is that you?

- He says I can't
see you anymore.

- Oh, who
does he think he is?

- "Death Scene" is
his favorite film.

- Oh, come on, sweetheart.

It's terrible and
she's awful in it.

- Come in the morning at 10:00.

We'll talk to him together.

Good night.

- Hey, what?

- He says I can't marry her now.

- Easy come, easy go.

- You think so?

Easy come, easy go?

Tomorrow at 10:00.

- What tomorrow at 10:00?

- "The time has
come," the Walrus said.

- Time for what?

- Look out for that drop.

What drop?

- You haven't got the nerve.

- I've got nerves of steel.

You look tired.

- I didn't sleep
well last night.

- Where is he?

- Out on the lawn.

Father.

- Good morning, Mr. Revere.

- What's he doing here?

- Nicky and I love each other.

- I don't care.

She's not marrying you.

- She's old enough to
make up her own mind.

- That's true.
- Let her choose.

- All right, my dear, make
your choice between him and me.

- Yes, it was a strange thing.

And we'd only known him
a short time, you know?

Yes, he just delivered the
car from the garage, hmm.

And, you know, he said he was
a fan of Monica Parrish's.

Had been since he
was a little boy.

- Oh, good for him.

You what?

Oh, wait a minute.

Tommy, turn it off.

Turn it off, Tommy.

- with a beautiful woman.

- What, $50,000?

- Yes, I have the
check right here.

You remember Mr. Hodges,
the insurance man?

Well, he handled the whole deal.

Oh, it's Susu.

Wanna talk to her?

- Well, now, why not?

- Susu, darling,
here's your daddy.

I give you a kiss, muah.

- Hi, Susu.

Yes, oh, I think I'll try
to find a good script.

I'm feeling fine.

Yes, your mother's fine.

I think she wants
to talk to you.

- Oh, Susu, darling, I just
wanted to know how Bobby is.

Oh, good, his cold
is better then?

Good, tell him his
grandmother sends her love.

Yes, okay, I'll give you
back to your daddy now.

- Susu, we ran "Death Scene"
a couple of weeks ago.

It still holds up, dear.

Your mother's absolutely
wonderful in it.

It's a classic Monica
Parrish performance.

Isn't it, Monica?

- Oh, yes, it is.

it occurs to me that we may
inadvertently have given you

the wrong impression.

You see, Monica and
her husband were caught

and paid for their crime.

I like to keep the
record straight.

As for my clock, I haven't
been able to find a drugstore

that carries dynamite sticks.

Oh, they had some.

But, as you would expect,
not the right size.

(clock rattling)

Ah, there we are.

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