All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s05e14 Graduating Class.eng

Good evening, fellow fans.

I suspect this is a side of me you never
expected to see. But I feel there is

nothing undignified about following a
sport and rooting for one side.

Excuse me, my team is now entering the
arena.

By the way, for the information of those
of you who are unfamiliar with sports,

That was not the mascot you heard.

He is one of the participants.

Now I see they're about to throw a
correction.

The other team is about to come onto the
field.

I also see by your chalky faces that
some of you prefer more intellectual

entertainment.

That is why we offer the following.

And now, if you will excuse me, I must
cheer my team on.

This will be fine, Julia. Now, if we
just don't have any late enrollments,

Oh, excuse me.

Yes?

Oh, ask her to come in, please.

Laura Siddons is here.

Oh, good morning, Laura.

Well, I hope you feel a little more
rested today.

This is Miss Conrad, our vice principal.

We're so pleased you're going to be with
us at Briarstone, Miss Siddons. I was

just telling Miss Conrad that yesterday
was the first time we'd met in 25 years.

A quarter of a century.

Oh, it sounds far more dreadful you're
saying it like that.

You know, Laura, your letter arrived at
the most opportune moment.

Yes. We'd been looking everywhere for a
replacement in European literature.

And we were beginning to think that we'd
have to start the term without anyone.

I'm glad I wrote.

Oh, you'll get on famously.

And if there are any questions or
problems, well, that's why Miss Conrad

are here.

Thank you.

When one has been out of this country
for so long, things seem very different

from the way one remembered them, even a
little strange.

Well, it's nearly time for my first
class.

Thank you.

for giving me this opportunity.

Is she going to be any good?

Well, there's no doubt about her
intellectual capabilities or her

European literature.

Yes, but what about her knowledge of the
American college girl?

Oh, I'm sorry, Dorothy. I know she was
your classmate, but she seems so

foreign. Well, what else could... Could
I do?

With Miss Martin leaving so suddenly, we
had to find a replacement.

And you saw Miss Siddons' letter to me?

Yes, it was rather desperate.

We'd be just as desperate if we'd led
her life.

Blocked her father when she was young.

Her mother, just before we graduated.

Right after, she went off to Germany to
visit an only living relative, her

uncle.

Then the war.

She was there all through it, Julia.

The bombings, the internment.

Then the years right after, teaching
English where and when she could,

on with her uncle until he passed on and
she came back to the States.

You can imagine what these past few
months have been like for her.

No money, no family, no friends, looking
for work.

Until she remembered me and wrote that
letter.

I'll tell you something else, Julia.

If I had turned her down, I don't know
what would have happened to her.

Good

morning, young lady.

Good morning.

I am your new homeroom

counselor, Miss Sittons.

S -I -D -D -O -N -S.

I shall also teach you European
literature.

You will find that I insist on
punctuality and on attention.

You will also find at the end of the
semester you will have learned European

literature.

Now.

Gloria Barnes.

Present.

Vera Carson.

Present.

Constance Cowell?

Hi.

Would you care for a lift?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

It's under the impression that you girls
were not allowed to drive your cars to

school. We're not.

Gloria's a PC.

Vera, you want Miss Siddons to get the
wrong impression? A PC?

Privileged character.

But she's not.

Lollipop family... Lollipop?

Gloria, her family are still at her
summer place. She has to commute for a

days, so... Train takes forever. So I
get to use my own car.

Where are you staying?

The Clifton Arms Apartments, but there's
no need for you to... We go right past

it. It's just a block from our soda
saloon.

Maybe you'd like to split a calorie with
us. Would you, Miss Sidney? There's

chalk shakes at the Living Inn. Thank
you, not today. Perhaps some other time.

Well, sir, you're the little lady just
moved into apartment six. I'm number

five. Makes us neighbors.

Prouty's my name. Ben Prouty. You know,
in a big city, nobody ever gets to know

his neighbors.

People go for years, never so much as
saying good morning to somebody who

across the hall or on the other side of
the wall.

Well, you can hear them talking, but all
the same, you're not supposed to talk

to them.

Well, Ben Prouty doesn't hold with that.
No, sir.

Tear the walls down. That's what I say,
Miss... Miss Siddons.

Why should a little plaster come between
people? Tell me that, Miss Siddons,

hmm?

I really haven't thought, Mr. Proudy.

Well, we'll have to change all that.
There's a fine little bar down the

Just neighborhood people, real
neighborly folks. There's some time when

you're... I don't drink.

Oh.

Well, maybe a movie some night, hmm?

Thank you for the invitation. I expect
to be very busy for some weeks to come.

Good day, Mr. Proudy.

It is not generally known that the
author of the classic European horror

Frankenstein, was the wife of the
English poet, Shelley.

To be precise, the full title of Mrs.

Shelley's famous novel is Frankenstein
or the Modern Prometheus.

Now, do you all know who Prometheus was?

Vera. Yes, ma 'am. Which she was back
on.

This is the third time this month that
you have been late.

I'm sorry, Miss Hiddens.

Being sorry doesn't help, Vera.

Unless you also do something about it.

Perhaps you will tell me what Prometheus
means to you.

Isn't it one of those funny little
things we studied in zoology?

I presume you mean a paramecium.

Yes, that's it.

Vera, the ancient Greeks regarded
Prometheus as the creator of the human

and... I don't see why we have to waste
our time on a lot of people who've been

dead for hundreds and hundreds of years.

Your presence in this class indicates
your need for an education.

Does it not?

Yes, but isn't education to make one
think?

I mean, the brain isn't just a place to
dump a lot of unimportant facts and

figures.

The brain requires discipline.

Discipline and diligence.

And as long as I am your teacher, I
shall make sure that you do not forget

Miss Dittman?

It's about Mary Shelley.

Well, you mentioned her novel, The Last
Man, about the destruction of the human

race. It sounded so timely, even though
you said she wrote it in 1826.

That was the year it was published.

I'd love to read it, but I've called the
public library and they just don't have

a copy. Perhaps I could find it for you.

Would you, Miss Siddons?

Thank you.

Gloria, I should like to say something.

I've been so pleased with your work in
class.

If only the...

The other girls had the same interest.

Well, I'll see what I can do about the
book. Goodbye, Gloria.

Goodbye, Miss Siddons.

Miss Siddons?

Would you care to come home with me and
have tea?

We can talk about Mary Shelley.

Anyway, I'd like you to meet my mother.

I should like that very much, Gloria.

problem, isn't it, then?

Time for your pill, Mother. Oh, the
child's relentless. Well, Mother simply

to stop charging around like she used
to. She should settle down to a good

Much rather play cribbage with your
father when he comes home.

Such an unsheek game.

But he loves it.

He daren't admit it, though.

Daddy's in the State Department.

Most of his colleagues prefer bridge to
cribbage.

And where is he now?

In Iraq.

Thank goodness he'll be coming back
soon.

Perhaps I should go.

No. No, no, stay and have your tea.

I'm quite all right, really.

Well, it's been so pleasant to meet you.
I hope you'll be up and about very

soon. I could drop you home. No, dear,
stay with your mother.

I'm getting so handy with the buses.

Mother.

Good evening, Miss Siddons. Good
evening, Mr. Prouty.

Well, school must be going great guns,
huh? You're all smiles this evening.

I had a lovely afternoon.

Well, then let's not break the spell.

There's a nice little place down the
street. Nothing fancy, but the food's

Why not come and have a bite?

Thank you. I've already had my supper.

But another night, if you still feel
like asking me.

Oh, you sure don't know old Ben Prouty.

You bet I'll ask.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Good evening.

May I help you? Good evening. I was
looking for an edition of Mary Shelley's

Last Man, or a collection of her works
that might contain it.

I'm not quite sure. Let me go see.

How about that? I do have one.

It's a rare one, though. Ten dollars.

Well, uh, do you want it?

Oh.

Ten and a dollar. Yeah.

Thank you.

Sorry.

No ladies allowed without escorts.

You wouldn't want the club to get a bad
name now, would you, lady?

Now, who would care to describe what we
mean when we say the Gothic

novel?

May I speak to you a minute, please?

Where did

you

find it so fast?

In the secondhand bookshop last night.

You must let me pay you for it.

It is a gift.

Miss Siddons, I'm sorry about just now
in class.

I guess I dozed off, didn't I?

Were you up late? All night.

You see, Mother wasn't feeling well, and
I didn't want to leave her alone.

I don't know what's been wrong with me
lately.

It must be the strain of Mother's
illness and Daddy's being away.

I know you're disappointed in me, Miss
Siddons, but I'm really cracking my

tonight. When finals come, you'll see.

That's all I wanted to hear.

Forgive me for being so rude as to fall
asleep. It won't happen again.

And thanks so much for the book.

Thank you, Ben.

I enjoyed both the pictures.

They do help you to escape a little,
don't they? There's nothing wrong with

that, Laura.

No, I suppose not.

You've been very kind.

Now, now, now, Laura, it's my pleasure.
I mean, most men would have stopped

inviting me after so many excuses.

What are neighbors for?

To be neighborly, of course.

All the same, I do appreciate it.

I'm afraid I haven't been very good
company, but I've had so much on my mind

lately. Nonsense, Laura.

Say, how about having a...

You look as if you'd seen a ghost.

Something wrong?

Ben, it's that girl.

She's one of my pupils.

She oughtn't to be in a place like that.
I'm sure her parents wouldn't approve.

Please, please get me a taxi.

I must find out where she's going. Well,
the car's right here. I'll drive you.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

The name on the

mailbox is Paul Dunlap, apartment 2K.

How long have they been up there now?

Now, look, Laura, there's nothing you
can do about it. How long?

Let me take you home.

No.

Laura, young people have different ideas
about things today.

What was wrong when we were young? Until
wrong.

Laura.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to disturb them. I'm just
going to leave a note under the door.

My appearance, but Saturday morning
is... How dare you trail me?

I had to. Had to?

Had to pry into my life?

What business is it of yours?

Claudia, to someone your age, teaching,

for that matter, teachers, must appear
terribly dull.

And for the most part, you're quite
right.

Year after year, the same facts, the
same words, the same unimportant dates

repeated year after year to hundreds and
hundreds of girls' faces.

Just faces.

Rows and rows of smiling, scowling
faces.

And then one day, if you're lucky, you
may discover a rare and wonderful thing

sitting there before you. One child who
was born understanding.

One child who seeks more, who demands
more from education.

And in that instant, it all becomes
worthwhile.

And you find justification for all the
earth.

Nothing.

And that is why I couldn't let you be
harmed.

It's not what you thought, Miss Siddons.
I'm not harmed. I'm just married.

Wonderfully, blissfully married.

You see, I don't dare tell Mother while
she's so sick.

And so I'm waiting for Daddy to come
home so I can tell him.

She's so excitable, and she'd be
convinced I wouldn't finish school.

Paul is such a wonderful person, Miss
Siddons.

I'm so much in love with him.

Connie knows about it, but she's the
only one.

And now you.

And all the time I thought he was some
terrible gangster taking

you to that dreadful nightclub.

Seventh Heaven?

His father owns it, Miss Siddons, and
several other clubs.

Paul's learning the business.

I'll keep your secret, Gloria.

Good morning.

Well, what do you have to say for
yourself?

It's a secret.

Oh, you never know about a woman. Last
night you were really steamed up, and

this morning... Well, what did you
decide to do about it?

Nothing. Oh?

Her father will be home next week. He'll
know what to do, and her mother isn't

up to any kind of crisis just now.

Ah, like I told you last night, Laura.

There's nothing you can do about a thing
like that. It's up to the parents.

Sometimes the children seem to manage
very well for themselves, Ben.

Good morning, girl.

From Gloria.

Miss Siddons, this is really an open
letter because my friend Connie

read it to the class before you came in.

I honestly liked you.

I thought it was lucky it was you who
found out about Paul rather than

else. Now I know better.

I know the reason you spied on us, you
and your loathsome friend Ben Prouty.

You were in partnership, weren't you?

He did the dirty work. You were too
ladylike to do it yourself.

Well, he did it all right.

He tried to blackmail Mother.

He demanded $20 ,000.

Otherwise, he was going to the principal
and tell her about what he called my

affair.

Please have him now, and he's confessed.

He says you planned the whole thing.

Mother is in a coma.

Perhaps won't even regain consciousness.

If she dies, it will be more than
blackmail.

The police are coming for you.

They know what to do with people like
you.

First defeat.

We shall protest, of course.

I think the policy of allowing the other
team to carry weapons is definitely

unsportsmanlike.

I have already reported the matter to
the Society for the Prevention of

to Animals.

We seem to be late this evening, so I
must rush through the remainder of our

show.

That concludes our entertainment for
this evening. Next time we shall be back

with another story. Until then, good
night.

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