All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s07e32 Victim Four

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

This chair is more modern than you
imagine.

You see, it not only rocks, but also
rolls.

Actually, all of this is by way of
answering certain of our listeners who,

a bit of homey philosophy, dispense with
their television.

Most of our philosophizing will be done
later in the program, but the entire

show is fraught with meaning.

Listen especially to this next minute.

It is very, very fraught.

Now for the hourly news break.

Local news continues to be dominated by
the specter of the butcher.

Police silence late this evening
indicates no headway in attempts to

the knife wielder who has so far killed
three people by slashing or stabbing.

The body of the third victim, an elderly
man, was found early yesterday by a

newspaper carrier who...

Hello, Joe.

Ralph Morrow.

I didn't expect... Expect to see me.

After all, six months is quite a while.

The last we knew you were in Europe. We
read a thing in the paper.

Aren't you going to invite me in?

How was the trip? It was all right.

Had a good time.

Saw some interesting places.

Picked up a few items from my weapons
collection.

Including a Napoleonic saber.

The old man who owned it had no
intention of selling it to me.

I brought him around to my way of
thinking.

How's your wife?

Oh, Madeline's okay.

You've made a mistake coming here.

Have I?

After six months, it seems to me that
Madeline would have had a chance to

about mistakes.

What's with the leg?

An accident.

It was good as new in a couple of
months.

You know, I sort of expected you'd be
around here sooner or later.

You did?

Yeah.

You haven't given up with Madeline yet,
have you?

Oh, I wouldn't say that. I say it.

And I want to tell you something.

I'm glad you came.

Then you don't mind if I fear.

It wouldn't make any difference.

You and Madeline are ancient history.

And what makes you so sure?

Something she said on our honeymoon.

There are people?

You know, I never thought I'd have a
honeymoon.

Well, I thought I'd get married, but
people like me, waitresses, a honeymoon

always seemed like such a luxury.

You like luxury?

Who doesn't?

It's true.

You just give me a chance, spend time,
and I'll get it all for you.

After all, Ralph Marlowe had dough,
loads of it.

You threw him over.

Must have had some attraction for you,
beside my lack of money.

Please.

Hey, how about that wedding gift Ralph
sent us? An expensive carving set like

that. Solid silver handles.

I wish he hadn't.

I don't like it.

After all the things Ralph said when we
broke up, a person like Ralph just

doesn't give a gift like that on the
goodness of his heart.

It's just a carving set, honey. It'd
cost more than I make in a week.

Joe, no matter what Ralph does, he can't
hurt us. He can't come between us.

Forget him.

Come on!

Hey, I thought you were tired!

the water.

Look, get over by the railing.

Okay, now, big smile, okay?

Hold it.

He can't come between us.

Not now.

Madeline! Easy, easy. Joe.

Madeline.

You all right?

I'm fine.

I just had a slight concussion.

Doctor said no broken bones.

I remember trying to reach you.

You fainted from the pain.

Joe.

Your leg.

No more power poles for a few weeks?

What if they told you?

What's wrong with me?

The bone splintered.

This small hospital hasn't got the
equipment to take care of it. They're

arrangements to have you moved.

Need more than a cast?

Surgery?

Well, whatever she said on the
honeymoon, she still had six months to

over.

And women have a habit of changing their
minds.

So hear it from her tonight.

You're willing to keep her in this rat
trap indefinitely?

No, that doesn't even rate an answer.

How do you plan to take care of it? What
can you do? You've never worked in an

office or sold anything or had any
experience to enable a cripple to make a

living. The life's getting better every
day.

There are stopgaps until I can get back
to pole work.

Any way you'll hear it from Madeline
tonight, it's really none of your

What time do you have?

Almost one.

Madeline's slinging hash on the night
shift, I suppose.

What time will she be back?

She's late.

She's never been this late before.

Where is the restaurant?

Gramercy, near Oak.

Much of a drive?

Maybe she had car trouble.

We stole the car after the second
operation on my leg.

She's walking all the way from Gramercy
with a guy like the butcher on the

prowl? I was expecting her when you
came.

From Gramercy?

Right through the area where the butcher
operates?

He's killed three people already.

That leg won't take you far. Far enough.

It'll carry me more than an hour. That's
further than Gramercy. My car's right

downstairs.

Let's go.

Maybe this guy's here.

Let's ask him.

Hey, Pop.

What's your hurry, Pop?

No hurry.

Are you guys cops?

You got no business stopping me if you
ain't cops?

The idea cops worry you? We're not the
police.

Well, then leave me alone.

I got nothing to interest you. Relax, we
just want to ask you a question. We're

looking for a young woman.

Blonde hair, wearing a green waitress
uniform.

No, I ain't seen her. I ain't seen
anyone since I left that joint around

corner. Till you guys pulled over here
and scared me.

Scared?

You got a reason to be afraid, old man.

What does that seem to mean?

Who does this guy think he is?

I want to know why you're afraid.

Well, a cop pulling over like that? I
thought it was this butcher character.

Really? Well, how are you going to know
until they catch him? He might be a guy

having a beer right next to you. Or a
man walking down a dark street.

Or riding in a car.

If you see the young woman, tell her her
husband's looking for her.

It ain't likely that I'll see her.

You see, I live down the block.

And when I get in, I ain't coming out
again tonight, you bitch of life.

Mr. Tuttle?

Oh, it's you, Joe.

You're kicking around kind of late,
aren't you? Is Madeline still inside?

Hey, that's a real great car you got
there.

Who's that with you?

Uh, he's an acquaintance. Ah, having a
stag night on the town, huh? I'm glad

that leg's finally making it possible
for you to get around.

But if you boys were figuring on giving
Madeline a lift, well, you should have

passed up that last beer.

She didn't work late? You mean she left
at the usual time?

No, she stayed around a few extra
minutes. I had some book work to do. You

income tax and all that.

Well, she helped me clean up. I guess
she's home by now.

Mr. Tuttle, I haven't been on the town
this evening.

I didn't come by any off chance of
giving Madeline a lift. I came by

from the apartment along the street she
usually takes.

Oh, and you didn't see her? No, I
didn't.

Well, I guess there's no law that says
she has to take the same street home

every night.

Come to think of it, though.

Yeah, what is it?

She did complain about having a pretty
bad headache.

Been a long, hot night and we were
shorthanded. She told me how hot that

apartment of yours is.

She said she'd like to get a breath of
fresh air.

I bet she took a detour to cool off.

You got nothing to worry about.

With the butcher still loose?

Is that what's bothering you?

Forget it.

Those things you read about in the
newspapers, they never happen to you or

anybody you know. Not to you or me.

Now, you think back.

Did you ever know anybody made them kind
of headlines?

No, of course not. Neither have I.

Now, you get a hold of yourself there,
son.

Being cooped up in that apartment hasn't
been good for you.

Make the man tense.

Nervous. You go on home.

And when you find her there, you call me
up.

Not that I'm worried, mind you. I just
want to know, that's all.

Yeah, okay, Mr. Tuttle.

Maybe Tuttle's right.

Maybe she decided to get some air. It's
cooler now.

Fifteen minutes.

If we don't find her in fifteen minutes,
I'm gonna call the police.

Maybe we should split up.

Split up? Sure.

You're not afraid, are you, Joe?

Only for her.

Good. By splitting up, we can cover
twice as much territory.

Now, leaving her regular route, she
might have gone east or she might have

west.

Take your pick.

I'll take East.

15 minutes.

Right around the corner.

And come back again when you can't stay
so long, huh?

Freddy, do you know this guy?

No, I never bound him before.

What's with you, Dad?

I'm sorry. I was looking for someone.

Yeah? Buzz me another. Who do you
expect?

My wife. She didn't come home this
evening.

Maybe you've seen her.

Blonde hair, not too tall, wearing a
green waitress uniform.

We haven't seen anybody.

Freddy was just walking me home from a
party down the block.

If you happen to see... Get lost.

You've heard the man. Get lost.

Madeline, it's me, Joe.

Joe.

He was after me, Joe.

You see, don't you?

My headache after the accident.

I had to protect myself with this night
after night.

Because you needed me so much.

He kept coming back.

Changing his appearance, trying to fool
me.

I killed him three times.

Tonight he came back again.

But you're here now.

And I... I don't need the knife any
longer, do I, Joe?

Do I?

So much for our story.

Now for some inspirational verse.

As down life's rugged road you roam,

ever nearing that home sweet home.

Bear this in mind as troubles round you
teem, that things are not as

bad as they would seem, that all is
darkest just before the dawn, that

win you will if you but carry on, that
though your bloody head is also

bowed, remember that there's silver in
each cloud.

i find it difficult to go on so to prove
that into each life some rain must fall

my sponsor will fill this void with his
own idea of inspiration after

the deluge me proving that all things do
come to those who wait

i find myself so emotionally drained
that all

i have the strength to do

is to give you the postscript to our
story, that Joe reluctantly placed

in the hands of the law, and to bid you
goodnight until next week.