All language subtitles for Hitchcock s02e27 The Sign Of Satan

Good evening.

Welcome to the planet Mars.

My getting here was not as remarkable as
our finding a wire... long enough to

reach back to Earth.

This remote broadcast is a first, but
since there is absolutely nothing up

to talk about, I'm not sure the trip was
worth it. We found no trace of life. In

fact, no trace of anything except this
item.

This may seem like irrefutable logic,
But from what I can observe, if you

actually did live here, you would have
moved away long ago to some place with a

better view, more prestige, or some
oxygen.

That last item rules out the scene of
tonight's drama, Hollywood, California.

Our story concerns some doings which
would be considered rather peculiar even

that bizarre town.

For purposes of contrast, however, we
first present one minute of sanity and

solemnity.

What did you say his name was?

Yala. Carl Yala.

Keep me to the creeps.

That's exactly what he's supposed to do.

I mean personal creeps.

Hold it a minute, will you, Dave?

Carl Yola.

That's a good name.

He's good, too. Very good.

There's something about him I don't
like.

Kitty, I've been searching for someone
like this for months, and I think I may

have my man.

Now, if you feel you don't want to play
opposite him, you don't have to. Oh,

yes, I do.

I want the money.

I didn't mean to annoy you, darling.

Dave, did you tell me that film's never
been released?

Oh, it's been shown, but not
extensively.

It was made in Austria, financed by a
religious group.

or more aptly, a non -religious cult.

What else has this Cagliola done?

Nothing of consequence.

This is the first picture he made.

He's not well -known, Max. He's just a
good, competent stage actor.

He's a natural actor, Dave.

He had my hair standing on end.

Obviously, that's why they picked him.

He looks the part.

How much more have you got on him?

Two clips, both short. I put them on the
same reel. I figured you wouldn't want

to see the whole picture tonight.

It seems to be a legend about some devil
worshippers. They resurrect him from

the grave. You just saw that.

Next, they install him as their
archpriest, headman.

They use ritualistic candles, black
wine, the sign of Satan on the altar,

whole bit.

In the first clip, they brought him back
to life.

But in the final scene, they kill him
again.

You ready, Max?

Go ahead.

I suppose he can speak English.

Very good English, I'm told.

Thank you for

watching.

God bless you.

Thank you.

Right here, they're reciting a sort of
litany to Satan.

They're saying, oh, protector of those
driven from paradise, take pity on us.

And now they're chanting their praises
to Satan, saying they want to be near

him.

jumped at the end of the picture.

confuse his screen personality with a
real man.

He's probably very charming.

You're not going to do anything like
that chanting scene, I hope.

No, no, no. Mine's going to be nothing
but just another scary, money -making

monster picture.

Let's have a drink.

Where is this Carl Yorler now?

He's hiding out somewhere.

Hiding out?

That's right.

When I was in Vienna, a great many
people knew about this film.

But no one seemed to know the
whereabouts of Carl Yorler.

So I kept nosing around until I finally
located the man who directed the film.

The only part of it was he was hiding
out, too, in Paris.

What had they been up to?

I have no idea.

It's no concern to the police, though.

I checked with François Latté to make
sure.

Something peculiar behind this, isn't
there?

Undoubtedly.

Thanks.

Carl Yerler is not an ordinary man.

That's what makes him so striking.

It comes through on a screen.

Whatever the trouble is, Max, I don't
think it'll affect you in any way, if

really want him.

Just the same.

If he wasn't so good, and if you didn't
need a man so badly, I'd say pass.

Why? I'm inclined to agree with Kitty.
The whole thing is weird. It's rather

eerie.

Peculiar type film, peculiar people.

How did you get hold of a picture like
this?

I bought it in Paris from the director,
Fritz Ullman.

For cash. The poor fellow was broke.

I have a hunch it might have been
pirated from the cult that owns it.

Oman warned me to be careful where we
show it.

Why is that?

It seems the cult never intended it to
be seen publicly.

Now, if they hear it's being shown
around... You mean I can't even show it

own living room if I want to?

Let them sue me.

According to Fritz Oman, they might do
more than that, Max.

Anyway, what do you think of Carl Euler?

Dave, I want him.

How soon can you get him over here?

And will he come over?

He'll come, I'm sure of that.

All I have to do is make a call to a
telephone number in Paris.

I have a feeling he's not far from
there.

If he catches a jet right away, we could
have him here in Hollywood inside of 24

hours.

Good luck.

Here he is, Mr. Rubini.

Let's take him, Kenny.

Hold it, boys, hold it.

Sorry, Mr. Hewlett.

I forgot you're unaccustomed to flash
bulbs.

This is Mr. Ed Walsh, our assistant
director. Glad to know you, Mr. Yola. I

you had a nice trip. Kitty, Kitty, may I
present Mr. Carl Yola. This is Miss

Catherine Fresher, your leading lady.

Welcome, Mr. Yola. So nice to have you
here.

That's enough, boys.

Dave, they just want a few more
publicity shots.

Publicity? You mean advertisement that
I'm here?

That's right, sir. We're going to need a
great deal of publicity about you.

But I don't want that at all.

It's very important for the picture, Mr.
Yola.

Please, Mr.

Rubini, where is he?

Mr. Yorla.

I'm Max Rubini.

How do you do?

Sorry the boys were so eager, but don't
let it trouble you.

No, no, no, of course not. It's just
that I don't want any publicity, please.

don't want anyone to know anything about
my private affairs. That's all right.

You probably have a very good reason.

All right, boys, that's enough. Thank
you. Knock it off.

Come on over here and have a drink. You
probably need one.

Thank you, no. I'm still slightly
bewildered, you understand, from the

journey and everything.

Of course, I understand.

Let's walk over to my office where you
can relax.

Oh, Dave, bring Kitty along in a minute
or two.

Come along.

That film was made only to be shown to
others like themselves.

The story, of course, is a legend.

But the ceremony that you saw, the
chanting, the candles, the sign of Satan

the altar, that was a black mass.

Mr. Yorler, that was nothing but an
ancient piece of mockery. Something out

the Middle Ages. Whatever you may think,
sir, the spirit of evil does exist.

And the worship of it is spreading all
over Europe today.

It is here. It is here even in your own
country.

There's power, the greatest of power.

There are centers in Paris and Budapest,
in Vienna, in Munich, in Florence.

And it is growing.

Once you become aware of the sign of
Satan, you will find it is all around

You will find it in the tongue of a
serpent, in the shape of certain trees.

You will find it in a pair of scissors.

Sometimes in a flower.

In the footprints of animals, in the
marks made by their claws.

This emblem of evil is in every single
pair of human hands.

The symbol of Satan.

Allegegenwartis.

Pretend everywhere.

If you think about it, so is the sign of
the cross, Miss Deola.

Mr. Yola, this is all very interesting.

But I still don't understand why you
object to publicity.

You're the first actor I've met who
doesn't seem to appreciate its value.

I think you should consider Mr. Rubini.
After all, you are doing his picture.

You're doing the leading role.

Leading role?

It's the biggest part in the picture.

But I don't understand at all.

I thought it was a small part.

Extremely heavy makeup.

I did not wish to be advertised,
otherwise I would not have come.

Of course, it was a great opportunity
for me to come from Europe, and I'm

extremely grateful to you for giving me
the chance. Oh, Carl, you'll be

marvelous. And I'm delighted that we've
got you.

We only want a few pictures, a few
personal... No, no, please, no, no.

Well, Max, if he's going to object this
vehemently...

We'll simply have to call it off, that's
all.

All right, Mr. Yorler.

But tell me, why do you object?

In Europe, my life was in great danger
because of this film.

This satanic cult, devil worshippers, as
you call them, for whom we made this

film, they could cause trouble for me
and my friend Fitzsoman.

A great deal of trouble.

prints of that film went out on
circulation by mistake, and they blame

me for this.

This film contains things that they
don't want anyone to see, nor anyone to

know.

I'm glad to be here and out of their
way.

And when your film is finished, Mr.
Rubini, I shall be even further away.

Your stories about me to the press, they
will tell everybody where I am.

They would follow me?

And they would kill me.

I think maybe you exaggerate a little,
Carl.

After all, you're thousands of miles
from there. They won't chase you all

distance for a little thing like that.

Anyway, hold off his publicity for the
time being, Dave.

Carl, we're putting you up at the
Beverly Savoy.

That's right, Carl.

And I've arranged a car for you.
There'll be a driver to get you back and

to the studio.

Thank you. That won't be necessary. I'm
perfectly capable of driving myself.

Just as you like.

But we'll be wanting you early tomorrow
morning for a consultation on makeup and

wardrobe.

How would you like to see your dressing
room?

It's a bungalow, you know.

A bungalow?

Dave, why don't you walk him over? Sure
thing.

Shall we go now?

Excuse me.

Ed. Take a satin coat.

Well, what do you think of him?

Very strange, isn't he? But I like him
somehow.

Very good casting, Max. Oh, he'll be
tremendously effective.

He has a rich personality.

But all that malarkey about his being
followed.

We might have known with that face and
the weird quality he's got, he was bound

to be a nut about something.

Okay, Ed.

What have you got there?

Carliola as Barinomo.

Opening scene.

That's good. Very good.

I'd like to look at these.

Oh, we ought to check his opening scene
makeup.

Give him a call at the hotel. Ask him to
come in, Dave.

Right.

You know, he'll come on the run if he
thinks he's needed.

Very cooperative.

Everyone's enthusiastic about him.

That figures.

He hasn't been exposed to Hollywood
protocol.

He's not nearly as spoiled as some of
the so -called talents.

Mr. Carl Yorler, please.

What's that?

Give me the desk.

Max, he's checked out.

My name is Dave Connor. I'm inquiring
about Mr. Carl Eula.

Your switchboard operator informs me he
checked out. Would you verify that?

At what time?

Do you have any idea where he went?

All right, thank you.

He checked out all right. Nine o 'clock
last night. They don't know where he's

gone.

Well, that's the downest thing I ever
heard.

Check the front gate. Seekers on the
lot.

I'm dialing that now.

Hey, Charlie, Dave Connor here. Did you
check Carl Yule under the lot this

morning?

Good. What time?

Thank you, Charlie.

He came in at 8 .30. Well, then he's
probably on stage 29 going over the new

opening for Kenny.

There'll be no sketches along. I want to
talk to him.

Supposedly, I've inherited a medieval
castle.

I've been looking it over, and now I
come here to see the vault of old Baron

Olmo.

Yes, and he's buried in there.

Yes. This was his altar. He used to make
sacrifices on it and fool around with

the black arts.

You read the inscription that is written
on this altar?

I read a translation out loud.

It's more than just an inscription.

It's an invocation.

That's when you come into it and things
start happening.

Max had this all new opening especially
written for you.

Even had that simple copied from your
film.

Do you like it?

Carl.

What's he doing?

When he saw that symbol, he started
behaving strangely.

Carl.

Good morning, Carl.

Good morning.

What were you doing?

I saw that devil's eyes.

What was all this business with the
hands?

A kind of protection.

Protection against... Oh, I see.

Carl, I understand you left the hotel.

I thought you liked it there.

Where'd you move to?

I don't wish to tell you that.

Oh, Carl, we have to know where you're
living.

It won't be necessary. I shall be here
early every morning.

Carl, what's gone wrong?

They are following me.

Who's following you?

The Teufels sind bete.

Worship us off the table.

You were saying that they follow you.

Because of that film?

You think I've told you a lot of lies,
don't you?

Well... I told you that film was made
only for private display in our own

circles.

That ceremony that you saw, that you
thought was such a mockery.

The worship of the devil, the terrible
black mass, it was real.

Real. And if you think that satanic
prayers have no power, you should look

your shoulder when you say that, because
you could be wrong.

And if that film is seen by those who do
not belong to us...

It could put me in a very bad light with
my friends.

Your friends?

Don't tell me you belong to that cult.

How else do you suppose I was able to
make that film?

I was their archpriest.

Consecrated.

They have good reason to kill me.

Carl will get you police protection.

No, no.

They have associates everywhere.

When a man is condemned, as I am, he's
surrounded by hunters, avengers.

While you're on this lot, you are our
responsibility.

Ed, I want you to arrange to have a
studio policeman stay by Carl all the

he's here.

All right, Mr. Rubini.

Carl, Mr. Rubini wanted you to see these
wardrobe sketches, especially this one.

Mr. Rubini, here are the themes, the
revised themes.

Mr. Yorla, somebody left this for you at
the main gate. Thank you.

Carl? Carl, I want you to look at these.

And remember, we have an appointment at
make -up at 4 .30. Yes, sir. I'll rest

in my bunker.

Kitty, this is the dress you prefer,
isn't it?

Well, yes, it's very pretty, but it
should be shorter.

Well, we're not going to feature your
feet, darling. It's just the face.

What do you have?

Fritz Ullman was found dead this morning
in Paris.

In an attic in Rue de la Galette.

Fritz Ullman?

He's a friend of yours, isn't he? The
man who directed the film?

He was strangled.

Body branded.

No signature, no return address.

Carl, who might have sent that to you?

It was just to let me know that I am
next.

Now, perhaps you understand why I don't
want to go to a hotel.

I don't want to leave an address where
somebody can come and strangle me, too.

Nobody here but you sir.

Thank you.

Throughout the country, there are
hundreds of men standing eagerly by,

breathlessly for this moment. Their
moment. Their chance to announce the

letters of their station.

It is a thrilling experience, and I
wouldn't want anyone to miss it.

Our story will continue at the
conclusion of this important event.

Thank you.

Do you know him, sir?

No.

How did he get in here?

I don't know.

Look at his hand.

The sign of Satan.

Everything he does is in the service of
the devil.

That bungalow.

All windows locked, all doors barred.

But there was someone there. Someone
hidden in a place no one knew even

Somebody knew.

Carl said there are associates
everywhere, and I'm starting to believe

Mr. Rubini, this morning, 6 ,000 miles
away, a friend of mine was strangled.

And now here, I'm attacked.

Captain Hartzell, were you able to get
anything out of that prisoner? No, sir.

He won't even speak.

And even if he did, it would only be
lies.

Carl, listen.

I have a starting date coming up and I
can't take any chances with you.

So you're proposing to give the part to
someone else.

I'm already too much trouble to you. No,
no, no. That thought never occurred to

me. The thing is that I have to satisfy
myself that you will be here on the lot

every morning.

If we start with you in this picture, we
have to finish with you in this

picture. I've told you.

I have promised you.

I will be here early every morning,
ready to work.

Your good intentions alone are not
enough, Carl.

That's why I want you to know Captain
Hartsell.

He's on a special police division.

We cover the whole city, Mr. Yorla.

Anything urgent, out of the way, we move
in.

And instead of you taking off on your
own every evening, the studio wants to

you somewhere where we will all know
that you are absolutely safe.

We can arrange escorts, sir.

Out and back.

Complete protection at night and during
the day.

Yes. And if I place myself in your
hands, I'm a dead man.

Every moment, they know where to find
me.

They are enjoying planning to get at me.

I'm no longer my own master. I'm
completely controlled by others.

I am safer when I alone am in charge of
myself.

I don't know how you can say that, Mr.
Yorler.

You weren't safe this afternoon.

No, because they knew where to find me.

But this way they cannot find me, and
nor can anyone else.

They don't know I sleep at night. I
don't even know myself until after I

the studio.

Carl. I can't force you to accept
protection outside the studio.

But I wish you'd take Captain Hartsell's
advice.

I'm sorry? No.

Mr. Obini, you have a picture at stake.

I have my life at stake, and I don't
wish to lose it.

I've told you.

I will be here early every morning,
ready to work.

Well, that's good. That's good. Fine.
Thank you.

That's fine. Thanks. Thanks.

Let me take a look at that.

All right.

Roll them.

Put your slate in, huh?

Big.

All right. Now pull back.

Come on. Pull back.

Give us a little profile.

A little profile.

Good. I want to see the tiara.

Good. Hold it that way now.

Thank you.

Has Max been able to find out where Yola
goes at night?

Never happened. He leaves the studio a
different way every evening.

Favorite trick is using rented cars.

Oh, you mean he can abandon them
anywhere?

That's right. He's a clever man, Ed.

I haven't succeeded in following him
yet, and believe me, I've tried.

Thank you.

That's strange.

He'd be sending Yola a special delivery
letter.

Ostensibly, he doesn't know anyone here.

Hmm.

Mail today.

City marked.

No return address.

All right, cut it.

Carl, I won't need you anymore today,
Kitty. Thank you. No, you, Carl.

Thank you.

This is for you.

Would you open it and read it for me,
please?

It's in French.

Copy of a coroner's report.

Autopsy on Fritz Ullman.

Dated a week ago.

What does it say?

About... Evidently, they want you to
know what they did to him.

Shall I read it?

Gee.

We know he was strangled.

The body was...

Shall we say considerably ill -used.

It was branded in black with that sign
of Satan.

Corner goes on to state specifically he
died très longtemps.

Very slowly and with great anguish.

That settles it.

Carl, now you're going to have to take
the proper precautions about yourself.

You owe it to us.

We start shooting in three days. If
anything happens to you any time after

this picture's a total loss.

I don't wish to be killed and have that
sign branded on my body.

Your way too many people know I am at
night my way only I know

In the morning again

Nothing? Nothing at all?

No message of any sort?

No report from Captain Hartzell?

I know there's a search going on, but it
doesn't help me if they haven't found

him.

Do you realize it's been three days
since we reported him missing?

All right, look, if anything comes in,
call me. Thank you, Chief.

Nine o 'clock, right on the button.

He should have been here by eight to be
ready. I know, I know, Ed, I know.

Like a foolish man, I've been hoping
against hope.

But he's not here.

Are you going to shoot around him? Close
down?

Well, I'm not going to give up hope
entirely.

But if I don't start shooting today, I'm
under heavy financial penalties.

All right.

We'll shoot around him.

If we don't hear from him by tonight,
we'll close down until we can replace

All right, everybody, we're going to
shoot.

Kitty, you want to rehearse that again?

No.

I'm ready.

Let's shoot it. Good luck.

Thank you.

All right.

We'll play everything just as planned.

Right up until when Carl Yola answers
the scene.

There's a whole day left. He might still
show.

Good luck, Max.

Thanks.

All right, let's go. Quiet down,
everybody. Quiet down. Let's move now.

Whenever you're ready, Kitty.

I'm ready.

All right, let's roll them.

Speed.

Action.

Oh, Satan, prince, and king.

Come and be here.

I salute thee and thine holy angels.

Mighty Astaroth and great behemoth and
all thy devil legions, come and be here.

By every black and evil art, restore
life to the body of thy servant Olmo.

I conjure thee.

Raise him up.

And for this I promise to satisfy thee
in the name of Satan, prince and

king.

Raise him up.

It was Carl.

I saw him.

There must be a way out of here.

We all saw him. He was standing right
there.

Look at that film to the lab right away.
Tell them to rush it. And close

everything down until we get a chance to
look at that last shot.

prince and king.

Come and be here.

I salute thee and thy unholy angels.

Mighty Astaroth and great behemoth and
all thy devil legion. Come and be here.

By every black and evil art restore life
to the body of thy servant Olmo.

I conjure thee.

Raise him up.

And for this I promise to satisfy thee.

in the name of Satan, Prince, and King.

Raise him up.

What happened? Where's Yola?

Something's wrong with that film. He was
there. We all saw him. And I heard his

voice. It wasn't on the soundtrack.

Didn't you hear it? I heard something.

It didn't make sense, but I took it down
as best I could.

Go read it. Read it. Well, he kept
repeating.

Top. Top.

Ga. Ang.

Anga. Top.

I thought I heard some numbers.

Yes. Always in the same sequence.

It sounded like one.

Seven, two, five, nine.

Top, Topanga.

Try it this way.

Topanga.

Topanga?

Is it possible?

Topanga Canyon?

Max, put those numbers in front of it.
You'd have an address, wouldn't you?

Call the police, Dave. Get Captain
Hartzell.

One, seven, two...

5 -9 Topanga Canyon.

Snuff them out, boys.

Carl Yorla's under that cloth. He's been
murdered.

The deputy coroner here says... Oh, go
on, go on.

He says Yorla's been dead at least three
days.

The killers of Carl Yorla, method actor
and devil worshipper, were eventually

brought to justice.

By the way, the proceeding was not an
expose of American burial customs.

At least I sincerely hope it wasn't.

Next week we shall return to Earth and
present another story.

I cannot express the keen disappointment
I felt in not finding any life here on

Mars. I would have liked nothing better
than to be the first to discover life

here. Perhaps I shall have better luck
another time.

Good night.