All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s07e08 The Old Pro

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
beachcombers, sun worshippers,

skin divers, and other botsom and jetsom
which may have washed ashore on the

sandy wasteland of television.

I have a new position now.

I'm not certain I was cut out for this
work.

I can't swim, but that doesn't bother
me.

What is embarrassing is that I can't
even climb into the chair.

I shall have to keep an eye on that
gentleman to see that he doesn't go in

his head.

While I'm doing that, why don't you keep
your eye on this gentleman, our

sponsor, to be followed by the old pro,
our story.

You leaving now?

Yeah. Get you anything from across the
lake?

No, darling.

Just wanted to remind you the Robertsons
will be here for cocktails.

I know better than to burden a man's
mind with errands when he's going

Now, that's what I call an understanding
woman.

You know they should dedicate a medal to
fishermen's wives.

I'll settle for a half dozen fat trout
and broiler tonight.

Your wish shall be granted.

And even half dozen.

Fat and pristine.

Beautiful piece of wood.

Something about quality.

Gun.

Woman. Wine.

Such a quality makes all the difference.

You bring the money, Burns?

How long do you think I can afford to
pay?

You've got a lovely lake house, another
beautiful home in the city, your wife

wearing nothing but the best of clothes.

You're selling poor mouth. Nobody's
buying.

I'm telling you, Colin, you've hit
bedrock. Oh, calm, calm, Burns. You've

enough to spread around.

All I'm asking is a reasonable weekly
retainer for services rent.

Call it by its right name or there's
blackmail to stick in your throat.

I prefer a retainer.

After all, my paper would pay me a fat
bonus for this store.

Hired killer retires to Westlake
Society, sir.

Frank Burns, wedded to a junior league
beauty.

Now using a four iron on the golf course
instead of a 38 along the waterfront.

You're getting off cheap, Burns.

I've seen that doll you married.

I happen to know that she thinks you're
a retired engineer with interests in

South America.

I am no Miss Lonely Hearts, but before I
let that doll be disillusioned, I would

dig down for my last doll.

You've taken me for $40 ,000.

Quit now while you're ahead.

You bring the money?

It's about five o 'clock.

You got something on your mind, Burns?

About maybe paying me off in another
way?

If you're afraid to meet me, I'll mail
it to you.

Afraid?

Now, why should I be afraid of you?

I can take you any day in the week.

You've gone soft, Byrne. That's why you
retired.

A man gets a beautiful wife and enough
money happens that way because of Fred.

We understand each other.

I'll be here later.

No?

Well, I have a surprise for you.

I didn't want you to be disappointed,
darling.

So I ordered these from the market.

Just in case.

Remind me to get you that medal.

I'll start cooking lunch.

How about a drink?

I'll have one ready for you right away.

Good. I'll get rid of my stuff.

Let me speak to Nicholson. This is
Burns.

Burnsy boy, how goes it? Good, Nick,
good.

I didn't recognize your voice.

I was just talking about you with some
of the boys.

Retirement been agreed with you?

Yeah, nothing like it, Nick.

Pretty wife of yours.

In good health?

She's fine, Nick, just fine.

Look, something came up, that's why I'm
calling.

You sound kind of worried, like maybe
you had a problem.

I was wondering if you could refer
someone to me.

An engineer experienced in removing
obstructions.

Nicholson.

You're still here, Burnsy.

What's so funny?

Well, in a way, Burnsy, you... You, of
all people, need an engineer.

Well, do I get him?

Sure, Burnsy, sure. It's our business.

I got a good man on hand right now.

I'm gonna be down here at the lake.

Say around 4 .30.

4 .30 it is.

Yeah.

Hey, get a hold of Mace.

Tell him I want to see him.

What's your name mace just call me
engineer for short

He's

waiting for me about a quarter of a mile
down the shore

He could take the boat, but I think it
better be cut through the woods.

You're the boss.

Nicholson says you were the best in the
business, and I'm always willing to

learn from an old pro.

You understand it has to look like an
accident.

I wouldn't want anything happening that
would give this lake a bad name.

Yeah, I guess finding a body with a
bullet in it would make the good people

here a bit uneasy.

Hey,

hold up. I'm tired.

Just another hundred yards.

I'm ready to sit down right here.

You want to go on alone?

His name is Cullen.

Always wait for me in that clearing up
ahead.

He'll be carrying a shotgun, so you'll
have to circle in from behind.

Go ahead.

Oh, wait a minute.

It'd be a big joke if I mistake some
hick out hunting rabbits for our man.

Yeah.

I'd better go with you.

Clean cut. Just like the old days, eh,
Burns?

Forget the old days.

They're behind me.

Sure, why dirty your hands when you can
afford your own engineer now?

That's Cullen.

Since when does Nicholson take on a job
and throw in a double cross?

No double cross.

Just in case a first come, first served.

After our little talk this morning, I
anticipated your next move. I called

Nicholson first.

You've got a choice between me and a
shakedown punk like Cullen and you take

side?

The way I see it, he had the guts to
shake you down.

A guy with guts is always valuable.

Who knows? Maybe someday we'll use it.

You're expendable now, Burns.

Mace, let's get on with it, huh?

Down to the water.

I should have blown a hole in you the
first time you put the bite on me.

Start walking or I'll let you have it
here.

You walk.

Even that final minute of life can be a
sweet thing.

I'll wait here.

Suit yourself.

Can we talk business, Mace? I'll let you
answer your own question, Burns.

Did you ever talk business when you were
removing an obstruction?

How much is Cullen paying?

Nice, quiet place, Burns.

I can see why you wanted to retire here.

How much does Cullen pay?

And you'll double it?

I can raise $25 ,000 in an hour.

It kind of hurts to see an old pro
begging.

$25 ,000 will buy you that frontage
right at the bend there.

Mace was doing a job. He just managed
badly, that's all.

Mace is a fool.

Was, Cullen. Was a fool.

You should have listened to me.

You should have quit when you were
ahead.

Burns.

Burns, that money you gave me, most of
it is still intact.

We got a talking point?

What you got from me was peanut.

Now start walking.

Now, straight ahead.

Like you said before, Cullen, that final
minute of life can be a sweet thing.

Now start walking down to the lake.

And you can have that final minute.

Up on me, huh?

That mistake will be corrected
immediately.

I've been at it again. I see.

You like?

Great.

How about this one?

Marvelous. Which do you like better?

I like them both.

Did you hear about those two men who
drowned yesterday?

Yeah, I heard something about it on the
radio this morning.

Boating accident, wasn't it? Yeah, at
the far end of the lake.

Their boat overturned.

Well?

Beautiful.

Two hunters from the city, weren't they?

No one seems to know anything about
them.

Well, since you like all three, I'll buy
all three.

As long as you don't wear them all at
the same time.

Why not?

Two.

We're having lobster for lunch. Won't
take a minute.

You really know how to live, Burnsy.

A wonderful setup.

Wonderful.

I see you brought your muscle along.

I just want a little company on the way
down.

I hate to be alone.

Oh, this is living.

You can keep the city fresh air.

Maybe a bird to wake you up in the
morning.

Nick, I want to explain a couple of
things.

Burns, to a guest, you talk business
before a drink.

I want to explain about Mace.

Oh, I didn't realize we had company.

Oh, not company, Mrs. Burns. I'm an old
friend.

This is Mr. Nicholson, my former
employer.

Oh, I'm very pleased to know you, Mr.
Nicholson. Nick, what's with the mystery

to old Francis Nick, right?

You'll stay for lunch?

We're just having lobster and a salad,
but please join us. I'm starved. Good.

I'll set another plate.

She's beautiful.

And that complexion, such a lovely skin.

Reminds me of that girl in St. Louis.
Remember the one with the skin so smooth

it was a delight to touch it?

You know, before the affair with the
acid.

It was an unhappy affair.

But why should anybody want to throw
acid in your wife's face, huh, Burns?

enemies you haven't got, huh?

Just a minute, Nick.

So I knocked off your top boy.

He came here after me.

Let's just leave it at that, then.

Burns, the...

Talking. Charlie Nicholson likes to
talk. If I have such a thousand pardons.

Aren't you going to give Mr. Nicholson a
drink, Charlie?

Oh, sure.

Why don't we sit down?

Now, there's a pretty table.

I love flattery, so you may continue.

May I?

Please do.

Fernsie, how does a man like you deserve
such a wife?

He doesn't, really.

What brings you up here, Mr. Nicholson?

Nick, dear.

Nick. Nick.

Business.

If I may rear such an ugly word among
such pleasant surroundings. You're

certainly talking to the wrong man.

Frank is retired.

And we've agreed he's going to stay
retired.

What do you say to that, Bernsie?

I expect he's right.

What did bring you up here, Nick?

Well, a very sad thing happened
recently.

My best engineer, not as good as your
husband, dear, but my best at the

passed away.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, I was quite broken up by it.

He was just a young man, but very good
at his work.

It's going to be awfully hard to find
the right man to replace him.

I was hoping to talk your husband into
coming out of retirement.

What do you mean, Nick?

Time and time again, you've proved
you're the best in the business. I

need you now. Mr.

Nicholson. Nick, dear.

Nick, you haven't got a chance.

Haven't I?

I'm not ever, ever, ever again going to
put up with being alone those long

evenings while he was off building a
bridge or repairing a dam or getting a

contract or what have you in South
America or Canada.

Or wherever you took it into your head
to fly him.

Yeah, but you loved it, didn't you, boy?

You miss it, don't you?

I always say an old pro never retires.

Am I right, Bernsie?

I'm not going to give him a chance to
answer that.

Dave retired.

We need some more mayonnaise.

I need your burns.

Job in Vegas.

Important.

Look, Nick, I thought I may have
understood before.

I'm retired.

Get somebody else.

Get somebody else?

You think engineers grow on trees?

Look, Nick, the answer is no.

I got all I ever want right here.

And all I want now is to be left alone.

I need you, Burnsy boy.

You're the best we ever had.

I said no, Nick.

You know, your wife has the loveliest
skin I ever set eyes on.

Just one more job, Burns.

one more job, huh?

And one more and one more.

That's what you mean.

A business like this burns every job can
be your last, so why worry?

Why look too far into the future?

Is welcome home to an old pro.

This is all of our story.

For Burns, however, there was more.

There were other jobs to be done.

Then, inevitably, there was the job he
didn't get away with, which reminds me

that time is catching up with me.

One minute in particular, after which I
shall reappear.

I'm trying to get the young man we saw
earlier to tell me where he buried his

father.

However, the boy's father is no longer
my greatest concern.

I think this demonstrates that although
quicksand may be cheap, spreading it on

a beach does not pay in the long run.

Fortunately, the boy doesn't seem to
sink.

Perhaps he doesn't weigh as much as I
do.

Young man, don't stand there. Run for
help, please.

Oh, I won't have to worry about the sand
anymore.

I see the tide is coming in. So until
next week, or later,

good night.