All language subtitles for Hitchcock s01e30 Dear Uncle George.eng

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and
welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

This is a device for those persons who
enjoy walking in the rain, but are

not to carry an umbrella, lest people
think them peculiar.

You may have noticed that I'm not
wearing a raincoat either.

There are several practical applications
of my umbrella.

It is excellent for those who enjoy
tuning in on local radio stations with

hearing aids.

As you can see, it's convertible, in
case you occasionally wish to walk with

top down.

Naturally, the preceding nonsense has
nothing whatsoever to do with tonight's

play, nor, for that matter, does the
following.

Dear Uncle George, I am writing to you
out of sheer desperation.

I don't have anywhere to turn, and I'm
in a terrible way.

My husband hasn't worked in months and
has started drinking.

I know he's a good man, but all this
extra time on his hands is too much for

to cope with.

How can I help him through this crisis?

Signed, at the end of my rope.

Dear end of your rope, take comfort in
this thought from Uncle George.

Your problem, unfortunately, is not
unique.

What your husband needs is a hobby.

Like collecting things to divert his
energies from drink.

Or working with his hands.

That might restore his self -respect.

Any more cries of pain for this human
wailing wall?

Uh -huh.

Oh, something interesting, Bea?

Dear Uncle George, believe me, I'm a
woman who minds her own business.

Whoops. But I live in a large building,
and I can't help noticing what's going

on in the apartment across the court
from mine. You can be sure that this

lady owns a beautiful pair of
binoculars.

A nice man lives there with his wife,
but when he's away at work, another man

comes in.

Sometimes, when the drapes aren't drawn,
I would see him kiss her.

Should I tell the husband what's going
on behind his back?

Or should I forget the whole thing?

I'd appreciate an immediate answer
because I'm leaving to visit my sister

upstate. Signed, Good Samaritan.

Good Samaritan.

Well, Good Samaritan. Dear Good
Samaritan.

Obviously, you are a nosy old witch. And
I'm sure you've got warts on your nose.

Oh, it's not worth it. You're under a
note telling her to mind her own

Gently.

Don't offend.

How many more?

Enough.

Now, let's get him out of the way, even
if it means we have to work through

dinner. I'd like to play a little squash
in the morning. Do you mind?

Oh, no, I don't mind.

You better call your wife.

Yes, ma 'am.

Corned beef and a vanilla shake?

On Pumpernickel.

Hello.

Well, you sound cheery.

Oh, hello, darling. Where are you?

Oh, I'm still at the office. I won't be
home until after nine.

Oh, you mean poor little Louise has to
eat all alone?

I'm sorry, darling, but I've just got to
clean up a few odds and ends. I've sent

out for a sandwich.

Oh, okay. I'll make me some eggs.

See you after nine.

You've forgiven me enough this morning?

It was all my fault.

I'll see you later, darling.

If I'm not asleep, I'm awfully tired.

Bye.

Do you like your eggs up or overeating?

Funny thing.

What? This woman, Good Samaritan, she
lives in your building.

Oh. 523 Park. That's your address, isn't
it? Yeah.

They're out of pumpernickel. How about
rye? All right. Rye. Okay.

Where have you been?

Oh, I didn't feel like cooking. I
decided to eat out.

Alone? Sure. There's a marvelous new
Italian restaurant on 3rd Avenue with

really the end in Scalapini.

One of these nights, when you're working
late, I should meet you there.

Have you been drinking?

Well, just one before I left. Why?

Well, this bottle's half empty. I just
opened it yesterday.

No, that was two days ago, darling.

And you weren't exactly sober when you
went to bed last night.

Well, now, did you dredge up a lot of
lovely advice to your lovelorn today?

I have a big shoulder.

It's quite comfortable.

Would you like to try?

I'm awfully tired, Johnny.

I'm a great comforter.

I offer solace to millions.

I read your column today, Johnny.

That's nice.

Pretty sickening.

Much too sweet, darling.

Thanks.

I thought it was pretty bad, too.

But I wrote another chapter in my novel
when I was at work this morning. Good.

Was good.

Six years is a long time to be writing
on one book, Johnny.

At the rate you're going, you're going
to have to have it published

posthumously. Very funny.

I think you're going to have to give in
soon, Johnny.

Put your name on that column. I mean,
that's quite some reputation, being

George. Uncle George is famous.

Oh, come on now, Louise.

Oh, are you afraid your friends would
laugh if they found out how you made

living? Isn't that sad?

Only your secretary, your publisher, and
your wife know enough to offer you

homage. Louise.

Have you seen my new phone? No, I have
not seen your comb.

Oh, would you believe it?

That's the third one I've lost this
month.

And you had my initials put on it, too.

Oh, well. Uncle George will buy me
another one.

What are you doing?

This place is driving me nuts, Johnny.
It's like living in a goldfish bowl.

I want to move.

Why?

There's some old woman that lives across
the court that's got nothing better to

do all day long than play I Spy on her
neighbors.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised if she
appeared any moment at the front door

a poisoned apple in her hand.

Are you serious?

Of course I'm serious.

And if this keeps up, I want you to
speak to the superintendent.

What apartment is she in?

The one directly opposite ours, number 6
West, I think. I don't know.

Will you get away from there? Don't
encourage her. You'll only give her

something else to stare at.

I'm snowed under again tonight. I won't
be home until at least midnight.

Yes, midnight.

You'll find something to do, won't you?

All right, dear. I'm sorry.

Yes, I won't make any noise. I'll be
quiet.

Well, it looks like we're going to be
working late again tonight, Bea.

Oh, every night this week.

Well, think of all the overtime.

Over time, some over time.

I may have lost my husband. He never
sees me anymore.

B,

hold any calls for me the next hour or
so. I don't want to be disturbed.

I'll order dinner now. Let's splurge
tonight.

I'll buy you steak.

A steak!

What are you doing home so early,
Johnny?

For me?

Well, of course, darling.

Excellent.

You liar.

Should I have brought you flowers or
candy?

It's not Valentine's Day, is it? Our
anniversary, maybe?

All right, I'm expecting someone, okay?

Maybe under the circumstances, you'd
better go back to your office. It might

prove embarrassing.

She was right.

Who was right?

The good Samaritan with the poison
apple.

The what?

Louise, who were you waiting for?

A handsome prince on a great white
charger.

I want to know.

Dear, dear, Uncle George.

I'm just a poor, lonely little housewife
with an ogre for a husband.

Please send me a handsome prince on a
great white charger.

I'm warning you, Louise.

You're not in a position to warn
anybody. Ow, you're bruising my arm.

Oh, what are you going to do, divorce
me?

Well, how will that look in your very
own paper?

Famous love -long columnist, famous
Uncle George. You can't even hold on to

own wife.

I swear I'm... Look, get out of here.

I'm waiting for someone, a guest, a
casual acquaintance, a lover, whatever

is, he's none of your business.

Can I see you, Bea?

Sure.

Oh, fell asleep, did you?

Yeah.

I needed it. Too much squash.

Well, those poor working girls tie by
our fingers to the bone.

I'd better call my wife.

No, no, don't go. I need you.

What is it? I don't hear you.

Listen, I'm coming right home.

Hello?

Hello?

I don't understand.

She sounded frightened.

Frightened? Yeah, she was saying
something about someone being in the

room. She tried to tell me something and
the line went dead.

You better get home.

Yes.

I know this is going to sound absolutely
nuts to you, B, but you better call the

police and have them send someone over
there right away just as a precaution.

I have a feeling something's very wrong.

Operator, give me the police department,
please.

She was murdered.

What? Sorry.

Who? How?

Who would kill Louise? We don't know.
When we got here, she was dead.

She'd been struck with a statue of
Cupid.

Here, take it.

I know it's not the perfect time for
questions, but your secretary phoned us

short while ago.

Mind telling us why?

I was at the office, eh?

I called Louise.

And she sounded very frightened.

Was there anyone else here when you
arrived?

Why do you ask, Mr. Chambers?

I'll guess that from the way she behaved
on the phone, I got the impression she

wasn't alone.

Sergeant?

Yes, sir? Bring in the other gentleman.

Johnny, I don't know what to say.

Then you do know each other.

Well, I told you, Lieutenant, we used to
work on the same paper until a couple

of months ago.

Is that true?

Reporter?

No, I worked in the art department.

Is that true?

I'm not lying to you, Lieutenant.

Mr. Estro discovered the body.

Says he arrived here before we did.

Were you here when I called Louise, Tom?

No, she was dead when I got here.

Did you just drop by, Tom?

Johnny, you know me better than that. I
never just dropped by anywhere.

I was at home working, painting.

The phone rang. It was Louise. She said
that she wanted to talk to me about

doing a portrait of her.

She said she knew that I'd been having
it hard since I left the paper, that

maybe she could get a couple of
commissions for me from some of her

Strange.

Louise never mentioned the fact that you
wanted a portrait painted to me.

Well, it was for a present.

So you came over here on business?

Yes, Lieutenant, business.

You're not one of those abstract
painters, are you?

Johnny, can I have a drink?

Yeah.

Mmm.

Champagne.

Kind of fancy to discuss some business.
Louise, Mrs.

Chambers used to drink a lot of
champagne.

Well, she was very fond of it, wasn't
she, Johnny?

Oh, yes, Tom.

Uh -huh.

Now, let's look at this and see what
we've got.

Mr. Chambers called his wife. She
sounded frightened.

We'll assume that she was here with
person or persons unknown.

At some point, she is killed by a person
or persons unknown.

Then Mr. Estor arrives to discuss
business.

We've already been informed by Mr.
Chambers' secretary that something is

and we get here a few minutes later.

What does that timetable tell us,
Sergeant?

Well, two things, Lieutenant.

Number one, Mr. Chambers has an alibi.

And number two, Mr. Chambers probably
knew the murderer.

Very good, Sergeant.

You'll have my job before you know it.

Now, let's see what Mr. Astro has in his
pockets.

Do any of these fit the front door?

No.

Who let you into the apartment, Mr.
Astro?

No one let me in. The door was open.

Was Mrs. Chambers in the habit of
leaving the front door open?

No. Louise had a bug about keeping the
door locked.

Well, I'm all through in here,
Lieutenant. We're going back down the

Find any prints?

Yeah, we found a few.

Let me know the minute you get your
slides made up.

Lieutenant.

My fingerprints are on that Cupid.

Well, when I found Louise, the first
thing I did was to check and see if she

still alive.

And I saw the Cupid on the floor.

Well,

it's a perfectly natural reaction.

So you picked it up? I picked it up.

I see, Mr. Ashton. I think I'd like to
call my lawyer. You can do that when you

get to the station house. Sergeant
Duncan will drive you there safe and

Come on.

Oh, Sergeant, did you check the car coat
pockets?

Lieutenant, in my car coat pockets, I
have two new tubes of oil paints.

Sink white and burnt umber. And that's
all, which I'll be glad to show you.

Find something else?

Johnny, I never saw that key before.

You killed Louise.

All right, now take it easy, Mr.
Chambers.

Calm down, Chambers.

Come on, Johnny.

Get out of here.

Come on, Astro. Get out of here.

Would you say Estro is a talented
painter?

I don't know.

I'm not really that familiar with his
work.

How well do you know him?

Well, as well as you know anyone that
you work with.

We saw him socially there for a while
while he was still married.

Last time I saw him was at an art
gallery. One of his portraits was in the

What was his attitude towards your wife?

Now, look, Mr. Chambers, there was a
murder here tonight. Nothing was taken

far as we know.

You can help us verify that later.

So I'm just wondering if it might have
been a crime of passion.

Did it ever occur to you that your wife
was involved with another man?

Never. Never once occurred to you?
Never.

Louise was completely faithful to me.

But it is possible that a very clever
wife can fool a husband about such

isn't it?

We're finishing here, Lieutenant.

Taking the body down to the morgue.

Let's finish our talk in the study.

another man.

Suppose that man did kill Louise.

It's possible that other man is Tom
Estro, isn't it?

I think it's possible, Mr. Chambers.

My appearance now is a signal indicating
we have come to the halfway point.

After me, the... deluge of commercials,
spot announcements, station

identification, etc.

And if time permits, the second half of
our story.

We have one more country to hear from,
after which we shall continue our story.

Dear Unhappy, I would suggest that
you...

Mr.

Chambers, why don't you let me... No, I
want to work for you.

Read back, will you?

Dear Unhappy, I would suggest that
you... Oh, yes. Dear Unhappy, I...

Johnny, I told you not to come back to
the office.

Go home. Your column can wait a few
days.

None of these are any indication.

How can I get the man I want?

He's 12 old enough to go steady.

What can I do about losing weight?

All these people want their problems
solved by Uncle George, but Uncle George

has his own problems. He just buried his
wife this morning.

Johnny, look.

Now I can hire somebody else to play
Uncle George for the time being, or we

pull the column out of the paper for a
few weeks.

That doesn't sound like my publisher
talking.

Well, your publisher is your friend.

And as a friend, I say you should have a
vacation.

I don't think the police would... I
don't think the police would like for me

leave right now. Why not? You're not a
suspect.

Oh, incidentally, I had a little talk
with Lieutenant Wolfson this afternoon.

told him that you write the Uncle George
column. I asked him not to mention that

to any of the reporters.

Oh, I see.

Uncle George, public commodity, trod on
some high mountain top, passing down

column after column of immortal wisdom.
Must have let the readers know that he's

involved in a murder case.

That's what I felt, as a publisher.

Lieutenant Wilson was very
understanding, said he would cooperate.

The wife of John Chambers, unpublished
novelist, is murdered.

And Uncle George marches on, his
reputation's snow white. Oh, that's

Hello?

No, this is Simon Aldridge. Mr. Chambers
is indisposed.

I see.

Yes, yes, I'll tell him.

That was Tom Estero's lawyer.

Estero wants to see you. Apparently he's
still in jail.

Why would he want to see me?

Don't go, Johnny.

Oh, I might.

Johnny, look, I'm driving up to my place
for the weekend.

Now, the worst possible thing you can do
is spend time in that empty apartment.

Why don't you put your things away and
come with me?

You've never seen my country place. It's
really getting away from everything.

No, I don't know.

Well, we've got tennis, horses, heated
pool.

As a matter of fact, I just built a new
steam room.

All right.

You just convinced me.

I was going to a hotel anyway.

Good.

Would you mind waiting for me for a
while?

No, but why?

I want to see Tom Estrell.

Johnny, I didn't kill her.

I hadn't even seen Louise since that
night at the art gallery.

Look, I was surprised when she called
me.

You don't believe me, do you?

I remember now how she flirted with you.

How handsome she thought you were.

Johnny, Louise never meant anything to
me. You can't seriously believe there

anything between us?

Johnny, you can't. You've got to help
me.

What do you mean, help you?

We're friends.

We were friends.

I buried my wife this morning. I saw her
covered up deep in the ground.

And you think I killed her? I think
there was something going on between the

of you.

So did the police, so you wouldn't be
here.

I hope you're convicted.

Chambers was just downstairs at the
Fiestro.

So? Well, doesn't that look a little
strange?

It's really true that a watch pot never
boils.

Sir? Ah, it heard me.

He?

No, thank you, sir. It's a little early
for me.

Fiestro asked to see Chambers today.

Oh?

What's bothering you, Sergeant?

Don't you think we have the right man?

Look, on the night of the murder,
Chambers phoned his wife from the

remember? He said she sounded upset,
worried. And then he went straight home.

All right, fine. I guess that makes
sense.

But why did he have his secretary phone
us?

There's something a little illogical
here.

It's almost as if he wanted us to arrive
in time to find Estro.

Do you really want my job that bad,
Sergeant?

I beg your pardon, sir? I'll be retiring
in ten days. You'll get your promotion.

You can have the chair, the desk, the
paperwork.

You can even have the tea bag.

You'll make a fine count.

And you'll learn after a while.

No matter how instinctively you feel
about the case, you're bound to the

evidence.

I'll admit there's something fishy.

When his wife was murdered, Chambers was
downtown in his office.

Oh, no, we've broken alibis before.

Estero was on the scene.

His fingerprints were on the murder
weapon.

He had his own key to the apartment.

I arrested the man the evidence pointed
to.

Listen, suppose Chambers knew that his
wife was playing around.

Suppose he did.

How can you prove it? No.

There's one thing that Chambers is
hiding.

Oh, what's that?

I had a talk with Simon Aldridge, his
publisher, this morning.

Chambers is Uncle George.

Uncle what?

Ask my wife.

Hello, Marion.

Hi.

Sergeant Duncan has a question he wants
to ask you.

Hi, Marion.

Say, who is this Uncle George?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Advice to what?

I'm ready for the steam.

I built this room just this summer.

It's great.

Yeah.

I'll get us a drink.

I always like the feeling of being hot
outside and cold inside.

Here, have a drink.

Well, I'll take a shower and then we'll
drive to this good steakhouse nearby

that I... What's wrong?

What's this doing here?

Does it belong to Louise?

As far as I know, she's never been to
your country house, has she?

Lots of people have the same initials.

I bought it for her.

Johnny, it was you, wasn't it?

You and Louise, wasn't it?

Yes.

How long?

Johnny, she's dead.

How long?

Louise and I loved each other.

She was going to ask him for a divorce.

They put the wrong man in prison.

Johnny, the crime involved is murder,
not a love affair.

They tried to pin a crime of passion on
poor Tom Estero. They got to know that

he had no motive.

Now listen to me, Johnny.

Louise and I were very careful.

We were never seen together, never.

We never went anywhere where anyone knew
us.

I'm not about to have a scandal.

I wanted to tell you this.

I wanted to talk to someone.

I love Louise very much.

you the night she was murdered. Where?

Where I was is not important.

I did not kill her, Johnny.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

But there is no reason to go to the
police about this. Now, Estero has been

caught. He will be convicted.

I'm certain that he killed Louise.

We must do nothing to hinder or obstruct
the final verdict.

The right man must be punished.

I couldn't agree with you more

My lawyer said you wanted to see me.

I want to apologize for the way I acted
the other day, Tom.

I know now that you're innocent and I'm
going to do everything I can to get you

out. You found out who did it, Johnny?

I know for sure you didn't.

Thanks, John.

It's good to hear someone say that.

You know Simon Aldridge, don't you?

Yes.

Aldridge is the one.

Aldridge? Yes.

I went to his house in the country
yesterday.

And the comb that Louise had lost.

He couldn't deny it. He told me the
truth.

You see, the police arrested you in the
theory that the crime was a crime of

passion.

But now that we know that it was Aldrich
and not you, you no longer have a

motive. So all I have to do now is
implicate Mr. Publisher.

But he'll deny it, Johnny.

Yeah.

Unless someone saw the two of them
together.

Wait a minute.

A couple of days before Louise was
killed, she told me about this old

who lived across the court, this old
woman who kept staring through the

that there might be a good chance that
she saw Aldridge when he visited her.

And if he denied it, and she recognizes
him... Exactly.

Catch him in a lie, and he cuts his own
throat.

Yeah, but my pictures were in all the
papers, Johnny.

If this old woman of yours could
identify or had seen Louise's visitor,

didn't she go to the police and tell
them it was all a mistake?

Well, maybe she didn't read the papers.
Maybe she was out of town for all we

know.

It's certainly worth a try to find her.

All right, how do we explain the key in
my pocket?

Johnny, I swear I never saw it before.

I know.

I put the key in your pocket.

I was so sure that you killed Louise, I
didn't know what I was doing. I just

knew that the killer had to be caught,
that there had to be some evidence.

Forgive me, Tom.

I know now that you didn't do it.

I know.

Mr. Chambers, we just can't drag some
nice old lady away from her vacation

unless we have a very good reason for
doing something like that.

Mrs. Weatherby is a material witness.

I'm sure she can prove that Aldrich was
the man my wife was seeing and not Tom

Esterell. I had a talk with Aldrich.

He said he never met your wife.

They've been seeing each other for five
months.

We have no proof of that.

Lieutenant, either you contact that
woman or I'm going to your immediate

superior.

Would you like a cup of tea?

No, I would not like a cup of tea.

Mr. Chambers, I've already made an
arrest, which makes my position kind of

awkward. You're sure you're not mistaken
about this Mrs. Weatherby being a

busybody? Louise complained about her.
It seems likely that she saw the man my

wife was entertaining.

Lieutenant, I want that woman to meet
Aldrich. And if you can't arrange it by

tomorrow afternoon, I'm going over your
head.

Everything looks all right up there to
me, Mr. Chambers.

I don't understand if she's not drawn
well.

Well, maybe it's my imagination.

Would you care for a drink, Sam?

Oh, I'm not supposed to drink on the
job, Mr. Chambers.

Some of the tenants might complain.

But after all, the day's about over.

Ah, sure, I might as well.

Good. So when someone leaves for
vacation or takes a trip, they usually

you, don't they? Sure.

Are you thinking of going away, Mr.
Chambers?

Possibly. Why don't you sit down? Thank
you.

They leave their forwarding address,
don't they? Most of them do, sir.

That woman across the court in 6 West,
she's away, isn't she? 6 West?

That'll be Mrs. Weatherby.

Let me see now.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Weatherby went upstate a
few days ago to visit her sister.

I go in every other day to watch her
plants.

She's got the tallest rubber tree in the
building.

Did she leave her sister's address?

Yes, though I don't know why.

All she ever gets is circulars.

Though I suppose you'd read circulars
from cover to cover if you never got any

other mail.

Well, I want that address, Sam.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Chambers. It's a
little bit irregular, you know, and...

don't you just help yourself to another
drink?

Thanks. Thank you, sir.

That's good stuff, sir.

I'll go down right now and get that
address for you, sir.

Do that, Sam.

21, 22, 23, 24.

This is unexpected, Simon.

Something you didn't like in my column
today.

24. The police called me.

I'm supposed to be down there in an
hour.

Traffic violation.

26. Get up.

I don't know what you told them,
Chambers, but I warn you I will take you

court. I'm sure you'll be there before I
will.

I have already answered their questions.

Yes, I know.

With lies.

Chambers, you're fired.

Get your things out of here.

I'm surprised you waited as long as you
did.

You can't involve me, Chambers. You have
no proof.

Get me.

Oh, put them on, by all means.

Hello, Lieutenant.

Yes, I've been waiting for your call.

Your office?

Yes, I'll be right down.

Oh, uh, Lieutenant.

Did our friend arrive from upstate?

Good.

Very good.

Yeah.

Apparently we've both been invited.

Can I give you a lift?

Won't take long, gentlemen.

Sit down.

Just a matter of clearing up some facts.

Mr. Aldrich, two questions.

Have you ever been to Mrs. Chambers'
apartment?

I have not.

And you weren't seeing Mrs.

Chambers socially?

I never met the woman.

Uh -huh.

Tharkin, bring her in.

Come right in, Mrs. Weatherly.

Thank you. We're very sorry to have
interrupted your vacation.

Oh, that's all right.

I never was in a police station before.

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you. Now, I'd like to ask you a
few questions.

Where do you live?

At 523 Park Avenue.

And your apartment number?

6 West.

Now, Mrs. Weatherby, this is very
important.

Do you recognize anyone here?

Oh, my, yes.

Why, you're the young man who is married
to that woman.

Oh, what a terrible thing that was, the
sergeant told me.

All about it, I am sorry.

But if you'll forgive me, I'd say it was
predictable.

One can't carry on that way. What way,
Mrs. Wetherby?

She wasn't too discreet.

Turned the hi -fi on loud the minute
that poor man went off to work.

And I never once saw her get up in the
morning to fix his breakfast.

As soon as he was out of the door, the
hi -fi was up. And she sat all morning

reading the newspapers and drinking
coffee.

Then later in the day, she had a
visitor.

Another man who wasn't her husband.

Was this the other man, Mrs. Weatherby?

Oh, no.

Oh, the other man was older.

And he had grey hair. And he was very
distinguished looking.

Certainly old enough to be her father.

Of course, one wouldn't be putting on
new lipstick and turning up the hi

-fi and fixing drinks for two and
drawing the drapes if your father was

to visit you.

Are you positive?

I'm certain of it.

Well, Mr. Aldrich.

Louise and I were in love.

But I did not kill her.

Where were you the night she was
murdered?

I was at home.

Was anybody there?

I don't have an alibi, if that's what
you mean, Lieutenant.

It's all very simple, Lieutenant. You
can't very well hold Tom now. Obviously,

Aldridge is the man.

I'll handle this myself, Mr. Chambers.

If I were you, I'd call my lawyer.

You've been a great help, Mrs.
Weatherby.

We'll need a statement from you later.

Sergeant Duncan will drive you home. Oh,
what a shame. For the first time, dear

Uncle George was wrong.

What did you say?

Uncle George.

You know dear Uncle George in the
papers.

I always write to him for advice.

You wrote to Uncle George?

Yes, I didn't know what to do. And I
told him that this poor man was being

tricked by his wife.

He wrote and told me not to interfere.
He didn't even print my letter.

I'm sorry.

I never should have listened to him. I
should have called you and told you

it. I'm sure that if you knew what was
going on, you'd have done something

it.

That concludes tonight's story.

However, since there is still some more
time remaining, we shall show you some

of next week's story.

This is the Alfred Hitchcock Hour, and
we intend to give full measure.

As for my umbrella, there is one other
use which I failed to mention.

Some people have used this for tightrope
walking, but only when they were...

Very tight Good night

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