All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s04e34 A True Account.eng

Good evening.

Please don't be alarmed. This is just a
routine check -up.

It seems to me that she could take my
blood pressure with a tyre gauge.

If you don't care to watch the details
of my physical examination, perhaps you

would enjoy perusing my doctor's
collection of X -rays of prominent

personalities.

The following is a true and full
account, and hereby sworn to by me, Paul

attorney at law.

Some time ago, my records will show the
exact date.

I was just preparing to leave my office
when my secretary came in with an

unusual request.

Can you take a minute to see Miss
Cannon?

No appointment, no reference.

What does she want? Who is she?

Advice, I imagine.

She's young and attractive.

And a lot more tense that she lets on.

I thought you just said she didn't have
any references.

She doesn't.

Oh, I didn't think mine counted for
anything.

Well, when you get through
housecleaning, send her in.

Will you come in, Miss Cannon?

I want you to sit down, Miss Cannon.

Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Brett.

I'm afraid I'm urgently in need of legal
advice.

Well, let me give you some right away.

Lie to anybody you want to, except your
lawyer.

Isn't that a little premature, Mr.
Brett? I haven't told you anything yet.

Well, you said your name was Miss
Cannon. You were wearing a wedding ring.

Oh, my maiden name was Cannon.

If you don't mind, we'll leave it there.

This interview seems to be getting off
to a bad start.

Why did you come to see me?

I was told you're the best criminal
lawyer in town.

Thank you. Now, suppose you tell me what
your problem is. We'll decide if we

want to proceed.

What does a person do if she knows a
murder's been committed?

Well, I would say that if for any reason
she can't report it to the police, she

should confide in her lawyer.

Before my marriage, I was a private
nurse.

I had a patient named Mary Hughes.

She was bedridden, had been that way for
several months.

Naturally, she was inclined to be
irritable and demanding.

I thought you'd forgotten about my
medicine.

Oh, excuse you, but I didn't think that,
did you?

You were just hoping I'd forget it.

Well, you were late with my lunch today.

Well, you haven't been eating very much
lately.

I thought I'd try to make your tray a
bit more appetizing.

Here we are.

It's vile.

I'll never get used to it.

And you're sleeping.

I'll try to make him more comfortable
now.

Anything else you'll be wanting tonight?

Yes. My husband.

Tell him I want to see him. I'll send
him right up.

Good night.

Oh, is Mr. Hughes still in the study?
Yes, he is, Miss Cameron. Thank you,

Simpson. Good night.

Come in.

Mrs. Hughes is waiting to say good
night, sir.

Of course.

Nurse, does she seem any better to you?
The doctor says she's making progress.

Good.

Mr. Hughes, I wonder if she mightn't do
better with another nurse.

Why do you say that, Miss Cannon?

Your wife doesn't seem to like me, and I
find that a patient does better if she

likes a nurse.

If you'd care to change, I'd certainly
understand.

Please believe me, Miss Cannon.

I know it's been difficult for you. My
wife is not an easy patient.

It's not your fault. But if she'd be
happier with another... We've already

two other nurses.

No one has done more than you have.

I know that, and I'm sure that in her
heart my wife knows it too.

Please, will you stay?

Of course I will.

Hello, Doctor. This is Miss Cannon.

Can you come over immediately, sir?

Yes, she seems to be in a coma.

I understand, sir.

Five cc's.

I'll do my best. Thank you, Doctor.

She's had a relapse. The doctor will be
on in a few minutes.

The death of his wife seemed to leave
Mr. Hughes in a state of collapse.

He had no other family, so I stayed on
until the day after the funeral.

Miss Cannon, I can never repay you for
everything you've done, especially this

last week for me, Emmett.

But this is just a flight token.

Mr. Hughes...

I can't accept this. This is so much
more than you owe me. Shannon, you've

earned every penny. I don't believe you.
No, I couldn't really. Please.

I'd like you to take it.

Thank you.

I hope we don't lose touch with each
other completely.

Thanks again for everything.

Goodbye, Mr. Hughes.

Yeah? You want an apple?

Yeah.

How do you like this shade?

Pretty bright. Looks as though your toes
are on fire.

You know, speaking of painting toes, I
think I'm going to paint this apartment.

Red. Well, anything but this hospital
white. Don't you think we got enough of

that down?

Hello?

Oh, hello. Yes, he's right here.

Just a minute. Your service.

Hello?

Yes. Mr. Gilbert Hughes?

I'll have the address.

All right, thank you.

I can see the apartment's not going to
get painted.

Nothing serious.

He's so upset about his wife's death, he
probably hasn't been taking care of

himself properly.

I had a patient like that once. He
jumped off a bridge.

Mr. Hughes, then you're not sick.

No.

No, not me.

Won't you please come in?

Is it your housekeeper, then?

No.

I hope there hasn't been a mistake. My
service said that you needed a nurse

here.

May I?

Please forgive me for using a
subterfuge, but I couldn't think of any

of asking you.

Asking you what?

Well, I have two tickets to a concert
this evening.

I thought you might enjoy having them.

Well... Oh, this is absurd, isn't it?

What I really want to say is, would you
like to go to the concert with me?

Yes.

What? I said yes.

You mean all I needed to do was ask you?
That's all.

Well, then.

Shall I pick you up at your place about
seven tonight?

Oh. Will that be all right? Certainly.
I'll be fine.

Well.

Oh, uh, don't you want my address?

I feel like a rat leaving you with all
this.

Why don't you wait till tomorrow when
I'm off and I need help?

Don't think I wouldn't, but I have a
better offer.

One guest, Gilbert Hughes.

He offered to come and help me today.

What's with you two?

The way you toss and turn at night,
you're making all the motions of a

cow. Oh, now, really, Alice.

He's just a lonesome man who needs
companionship. Oh, don't give me that.

A concert is companionship. A dinner is
a flirtation. But painting this room,

honey, that's love. I think he's serious
about you. Get out of here. You're

going to be docked an hour's pay.

Oh, Mr.

Hughes. Good afternoon.

I was just leaving.

Hail and farewell.

Well, I hope I didn't frighten her away.

Men don't frighten, Alice.

I see you started without me.

I like the color.

Alice picked it up.

I want you to wear this because I don't
want you to ruin your new suit.

Me too. How did you know my size?

Oh, I'm just clever about things like
that.

Well, where do you want me to start?

Well, I figure this is your territory
right over here.

Here's your paint and your brush.

It's nice of you to come and help me
today.

Well, I... I particularly wanted to see
you today.

I'm... I'm going away.

I'm closing the house.

Rather unexpected, isn't it?

Well, I only decided today, but it's
been building up for weeks.

I just can't stand it any longer.

Can't stand what?

Well, living alone in that big house.

I spend so much time by myself and it
isn't good.

So I'm going away.

Where?

I don't know.

How long will you be gone?

Well, I hadn't thought about it.

But would you consider coming with me?

I mean... What do you mean?

What a terrible mess I've made of it.

Have you ever received a more
ridiculous, clumsy proposal of marriage?

Frankly,

I... I really cannot say I have.

Well, when we finish painting, may I

try again?

Well, it's a very charming story, Mrs.
Hughes, but it seems to have gotten away

from your original point, which was
murder. But I haven't finished yet.

I believe my husband murdered his first
wife.

You see, right from the start, I knew
she shouldn't have died. She was making

progress.

Well, possibly you have a feeling of
guilt.

But then isn't that perfectly normal in
any young, dedicated nurse? I did

everything possible for her.
Nevertheless, she died.

Yes, but nothing you've told me so far
proves she was murdered.

What evidence have you to support such a
conclusion?

It began after our honeymoon.

The moment we returned to that house, it
seemed different.

Be on guard, watching for something.

It's hard to put into words.

He was withdrawn, difficult to reach.

Well, I would like to meet your new
boyfriend.

I'll tell you what, I'll check with
Gilbert and let you know about tomorrow

night. All right, Alice.

Bye.

Who was that?

Alice.

She wants to come to a party tomorrow
night.

You know how I feel about that girl.
I've asked you repeatedly not to see her

talk to her.

Please refuse for both of us.

I'd much rather spend our evenings at
home.

Just the two of us.

But we haven't been anywhere since we've
been back.

Don't you like our home?

Yes, of course, but it would do us good
to get out.

We don't even go to movie at the
concerts anymore.

Aren't you happy here?

But Gilbert, you won't let me see any of
my old friends. I really can't go on

this way. Why not? I don't understand.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Miss Simpson.

Would you like some more hot coffee? No,
thank you.

Thank

you.

My mail is just ads and bills.

I hope yours is more interesting, my
dear.

Just a letter from a former patient.

We don't write often, but we keep in
touch.

A man?

Yes.

An elderly man.

I like his wife as much as I do him.

They just discovered I'm married and
they'd like to know what to give me for

present. Please tell them you have
everything you need, my dear.

Anything wrong, darling?

Joghurt?

Deer?

Here, Mary.

Drink this, then you can go back to
sleep.

Yes, I know you took some earlier, but
this is doctor's orders.

He said you'd have another dose tonight.

That's fine.

That's fine, Mary.

He shouldn't have given her the
medicine.

He never did.

That was my job.

It's a very difficult situation, Mrs.
Hughes.

You see, there's only your word for it,
that he said anything at all in his

sleep. It's going to be impossible to
get confirmation of that.

But I'm certain he killed her. That may
be true, but we'd have to have more

positive or further proof before we
could do anything legally. I can't go on

living this way.

I can't sleep. He's watching me every
minute.

What, do you suppose he married me?

Well, has it ever occurred to you that
his marriage to you might have been a

kind of insurance policy?

What do you mean?

Suppose there were further inquiries
into his first wife's death.

You couldn't testify against him.

As you know, a wife can't testify
against her husband.

What am I going to do?

Does he have any idea at all that you
overheard him talking in his sleep?

I don't know.

But if he ever finds out, he'll kill me.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to
dust.

But the spirit has returned to God, who
gave it.

As we have borne the image of the
earthly, so shall we bear the image of

heavenly, cherishing memories that are
forever sacred, sustained by a faith

is stronger than death.

We commit to the earth all that is
mortal of this, our friend, in the hope

the resurrection and the life of the
world to come.

My deepest sympathies on the death of
your husband, Mrs. Hughes.

Thank you.

At the coroner's inquest, the verdict
was returned that Hughes had committed

suicide while the balance of his mind
was disturbed.

Mrs. Hughes was a rich woman now, and
she asked me to act for her in settling

the estate.

Well, I would say you have no financial
worries for the rest of your life.

Paul, Gilbert did love me.

He never intended to harm me.

When I think of all the terrible things
I said... Don't think about that now.

But why did he kill himself?

Remorse, probably.

Over having done away with his first
wife.

He did, didn't he?

Well, of course.

Although I suppose we'll never be able
to prove it.

No, I suppose not.

Have you decided what you're going to do
about selling the house?

What do you think I should do?

Why don't you take your time and think
about it for a while?

An important case?

Very important.

I think right now I don't really know.

I could let my client go to jail.

I don't think he'd like that.

Yeah, but I don't like him coming
between me and my wife.

All right, then.

I'll go sit way on the other side of the
room and you can go back to work. You

can work now.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, you're not. You love to demonstrate
your power over me.

You know what I've discovered this past
month since we've been married?

If you had been born 200 years ago,
you...

would have been hanged as a witch.

All right.

I'll be a good girl.

Go up to bed and get back your books.

I'll be along in a few minutes.

Mrs. Hughes, drink.

Another dose.

Drink it.

Drink this, Mrs. Hughes.

Then you can go back to sleep.

Mrs. Hughes, I know you took some
earlier, but you have to have another

Drink.

The foregoing, as I have related it, is
exactly as my wife told it to me. But I

know now that she lied.

She gave Mary Hughes the overdose of
medicine that killed her.

And Hughes did not commit suicide, but
was poisoned by her so that she could

his money.

I have no reason to believe that having
gotten away with two profitable murders,

she would stop at a third.

Now I must not permit either a glance or
a word to give me away.

For if she ever suspects that I
overheard her talking in her sleep, she

certainly kill me.

Mrs. Hughes made one fatal mistake.

Killing her husband and his first wife
was one thing. But when she killed a

lawyer, the police simply wouldn't stand
for it. It's all very reassuring.

This is all of tonight's program.

Next week we... He'll be back in a
minute.

She'll be back with another story.

Until then, good night.

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