All language subtitles for The Alfred Hitchcock Hour S01E29 The Dark Pool 1080p

- Good evening.

Do you sometimes get the feeling

that things have changed
since you were a boy?

I'm quite convinced
that either firecrackers

have become much larger or
people have become smaller.

This particular model is for
the child who has everything

and wants to get rid of it.

You will be relieved to know

a child cannot buy one of these,

unless he is accompanied by an
adult,

actually the stores will
sell this to a child,

he just needs the adult
to carry it home for him.

This evening's tale takes
place in California,

where the climate is sunny,

but dispositions are not
necessarily so.

Our heroine survives one tragedy

only to learn that she is
not at the end of her trials,

but at the beginning.

Speaking of beginnings, I
had hoped to open our show

with some attention-getting
sound,

fortunately our sponsor
has come to the rescue,

noise is a specialty of his,
he has long been an advocate

of beginning a show not with
a whimper, but with a bang.

- Look, honey.

- Victor, hey!

Hi, darling, hi!

Hey, Pedro, get me a vodka
tonic, huh?

Make it a light one.

Aren't you supposed to be
taking a nap, young man?

- He just refuses to sleep.

- Oh, Victor, you're a bad,
bad boy, you know that?

I can take care of him
this afternoon, Nanny.

- He's got to have his nap.

- Oh, just for a little
while.

- You spoil him.

- I suppose you don't, you
were much stricter with me,

when I was his age.

- Ah, you had need of it, dear.

He's very well behaved.

- Thanks.

Hi, hey, look, Victor, here,

here's Mommy's horse, see,
watch.

* Gallop, oh, gallop, a jump *

* Gallop, oh, gallop, a jump *

Oh, darling.

That's what Mommy's learning to
do,

I mean, Mommy's learning
not to fall off the horse,

while the horse is learning to
jump, see.

Ah, you just wait about three
more years

and Father will buy you a pony,

a real live pony, how's that,
huh?

Pedro!

Somebody answer the phone!

And then you're gonna learn to
jump

just like Mommy's learning,
huh, there you go.

Nanny!

I'll be right back,
here, I'll be right back.

Hello.

Victor!

Darling, where are you?

- In San Diego.

No, no, we just flew in from
Washington a few minutes ago.

- And you're on your way home?

Oh, I'm so glad.

- By the way, I have
another admirer of yours

here with me, a certain
attorney.

- Larry Hawthorn.

- Right, we have some
contracts that need revision,

so I thought I'd bring Larry
home to dinner with us.

- Wonderful!

- How's my son?

- In robust health.

I promised him you'd buy him a
pony,

so he could go riding with me.

- Hadn't he better learn to walk
first?

And you, you're feeling alright?

- The answer that occurs
to me is feeling no pain,

but that's what they say
about drinking people

and I'm no longer
drinking people, remember?

- I know, darling and I'm proud
of you.

- Well then, hurry home.

- I will.

Goodbye.

- Sounds like everything is just
fine.

- She hasn't had a drink
since we adopted the baby.

- Victor!

- Mrs. Gibbs, had the baby
ever climbed by himself before?

- No, sir, not enough to
get out of the playpen.

- What happened when Mrs.
Castillejo returned from riding?

- She went into the house
to take a shower and change

leaving me with the baby.

When I heard the telephone,

I picked the baby up and
put him in the playpen.

- When did you realize
that Mrs. Castillejo

answered the telephone herself?

- Well, I left Victor in the
playpen

and then I went into the living
room

and when I got there,
I heard Mrs. Castillejo

talking with her husband on the
phone.

- And you just stood there
listening?

- Alfred, I was in the
car with Mr. Castillejo,

I heard his end of the
conversation,

why, the whole thing wasn't
more than a minute long.

- Then are you saying that
you think it's possible

the baby managed to
climb out of the playpen

and meet death by drowning
in no more than a minute?

- I believe the investigating
officer

proved it could be possible.

- You were Mrs. Castillejo's
nurse too years ago?

- Oh yes, yes, till she
went away to school,

when she was 12.

- And you have been in
retirement for some years?

- Until last year, when she
wrote to me

to say they thought of
adopting the little boy

and I came out because she
wanted me to,

see, she's like one of my own.

- I understand.

Well, I'm sure you realize

that if I had any suspicion
of negligence or carelessness,

I'd have to put this
before the jury formally.

It does appear that Mrs. Gibbs

did not exercise perfect
judgment

in leaving an 18-month old baby
alone

even for so short a time.

However I find no culpability,
this was accidental death.

Thank you, all, you're free to
go.

- Thank you, Pedro.

Dianne, I think it would be
better

if Nanny were to leave
here now right away.

- You're not blaming her, are
you?

- It's just that I can't help
thinking

if she'd stayed with the boy,

if she'd watched him
as she was supposed to,

it never would have happened.

- But darling, just letting her
go--

- Please.

It'd be better for all of us.

I'll speak with her myself, if
you prefer.

- No, no, no, no, Nanny's
my responsibility.

I'll tell her.

Nanny.

- Come in.

- You've packed,

you've already packed?

- Well, he expects me
to leave, doesn't he?

- Yes.

Oh, Nanny, it's wrong.

I didn't think he'd blame you.

- The important thing is
that he isn't blaming you.

- But I'm letting you be
hurt and I can't do that.

I didn't think he'd react this
way.

Nanny, I'm gonna tell him the
truth.

- What are you going to tell
him?

That you were with the
baby, holding a drink?

- But you're not the guilty
one, he mustn't blame you.

- Dianne, in the past
when things went badly,

you know what happened.

You don't want that now.

You promised him that you'd give
it up.

When the baby was here, it was
better,

but better's not what you
promised,

you promised to give it up
entirely

and he believes that you have.

Oh, my dear,

don't you see, he'd never be
sure,

he'd always be wondering deep
down

was it only one drink or was it
several,

that kept you from watching the
baby?

I took it upon myself
to lie for you, Dianne,

it doesn't matter if they blame
me.

That poor, wee babe has gone,

it's a terrible punishment
for you to bear,

but you've got to bear it,
Dianne

and you've got to keep that
promise

and you've got to take hold
of yourself once and for all.

- I will,

I will, Nanny, I will, I
will, I will, I really will.

- Excuse me, Senora.

There is a young lady
at the door to see you.

- I told you I
didn't wanna see anyone.

- Well, she happened to mention

the Santo Cecilia's Mission
Orphanage.

- Oh, alright, show her in.

- Very well.

Senorita Sandino, Senora
Castillejo.

- How do you do?

I suppose my husband called
you about the baby's toys?

- No, but it is about the
baby, that I wanted to see you.

- Oh?

- I don't suppose my name means
anything,

the sisters wouldn't have told
you.

- Wouldn't have told me what?

- I'm the mother of the
little boy you adopted.

The baby that drowned was my
son.

I was so happy when I
found out who adopted him,

so happy for him, that
I could almost forget

how much I wanted him with me.

Try to understand my feelings,

I've lost him twice.

- Miss Sandino, is there
anything we can do for you?

- Oh, I didn't come here for
sympathy,

I wanted to meet you and I'd
like to see where it happened.

- Mrs. Gibbs, the nurse
used to take him out

every afternoon to play
in the sun by the pool.

- And she never left
him alone?

- No, she was
always very careful.

- But if she'd
been with him that afternoon,

he'd still be alive.

- Well, she didn't
really leave him even then.

- I know, Mrs. Gibbs lied to
protect you,

she wasn't even with him, you
were,

you left him and you were
drinking.

- No, I wasn't.

- Vodka and tonic, Mrs.
Castillejo.

- One drink.

- You were drinking at the
bar talking on the phone

and your back was to the
baby, so you couldn't see.

I know how you regret
those few little moments,

but these are things we have
to live with, both of us.

- Pardon me, Senora.

Senor Castillejo's car just
arrived.

- I'm sure your husband
doesn't know the truth.

- Please,

Miss Sandino, would you leave?

Can't we talk about this some
other time?

Please.

- No.

- Dianne.

Darling, I know I'm a bit early,
but,

oh, I didn't know you had
company.

- How do you do?

I'm Consuela Sandino, your
wife and I are old friends.

- How do you do?

- Consuela and I went to
convent school together.

- It seems so long ago,

but that's where you turn
when there's trouble,

to old friends.

I recently lost someone very
dear to me,

someone Dianne knew,

I thought she'd understand my
grief.

I didn't know about the baby.

- Yes, it's been very difficult
for us.

- I'm sure, that's why I
said I didn't want to stay,

even though your wife insisted,

but if my being here
even just for the weekend

would help you in any way,
I'd be happy to stay, Dianne.

- Well, I think that might
be good for both of us,

if you're sure you have no other
plans.

- No, none.

Oh, I didn't bring anything with
me,

could you loan me some of your
things?

- Of course.

- Could I freshen up a little
bit now?

- Yes.

Pedro, would you show Miss
Sandino

to the pool guest room, please.

Thank you.

- Excuse me.
- Surely.

- Sorry I overslept, Dianne.

Oh, your maid brought me
this, I hope it's alright.

- Pedro, will you pour some
coffee for Miss Sandino, please.

- Is it always so
lovely here in the morning?

- That depends on the point of
view.

- Thank you, it's very
beautiful.

I'm just not used to all this
elegance,

not as a guest I mean.

Of course I have worked
in some very lovely homes.

- Pedro, I want you to stay.

The sisters at the Mission
would never have told you

who adopted the baby.

How did you find out?

- Well, Pedro's family and mine

have been friends for many
years.

- Then Pedro just happened to
tell you

that I was with the baby,

that Mrs. Gibbs took the blame?

- And that you were drinking
vodka,

oh, and wasn't there a
promise of some kind,

before they adopted the baby?

- Why, yes, there was,

I distinctly overheard her
promise Mr. Castillejo,

that she would never drink
again.

- Alright, I'm not going to
offer any excuses for myself,

but you've helped me to make
a decision, both of you,

I'm going to tell my husband
the truth about what happened.

- Everything?

- I had one drink, Pedro knows
that, he mixed it for me,

isn't that right, Pedro?

- Well, he made one drink,
but how does he know?

Maybe you made another and he
doesn't know

how many drinks you had
before you came home.

- That was my first drink

and I asked you to make it a
light one.

- I'm very sorry, Senora,

I just wouldn't want to
lie to Senor Castillejo.

- Alright, I'll tell him
anyway and he'll believe me.

- Then you want him to know

that the baby's death was your
fault?

- The coroner cleared Mrs.
Gibbs,

he surely would've cleared me.

- But your husband couldn't
forgive Mrs. Gibbs.

- He will forgive me.

- He sent her away.

- Alright, what's your price?

$10,000?

20,000?

- Can you really sit there
and put a price on my baby?

- I loved him!

What do you want?

- I don't know, I really don't
know yet,

I need some time to think about
it.

- Where have you been?

I've been trying to talk to you
all day.

Consuela, I think she's
ready to pay any price,

you just name it.

What are we waiting for?

- I like this house

and I don't think I'll
be leaving it just yet.

- What are you talking about?

Listen, let's take the
money and get out of here,

before something goes wrong.

- She'll pay $10,000,
why don't you ask for it?

Then you can take the money and
go.

- Alone?

Without you?

Are you kidding, why would I do
that?

For myself?

Listen, I want it for you, for
us,

so we can have a life together.

Consuela, listen, she
said 10,000, maybe 20,

I know she will give you
$50,000.

- It'd be very easy for her.

- Then what, Consuela, what are
we doing?

- She feels guilty,

she feels responsible for the
baby's death

and the drinking helps her to
forget,

so we'll see that she continues
to drink

and when the vodka's all
gone, we'll get more vodka,

or whiskey or whatever she
likes.

She can hide it from Victor
for a while, I suppose,

but he will find out and
then he'll be terribly hurt

and disappointed in her,

he'll need help and
sympathy from someone else,

someone who understands him,

who wants to share his troubles,

someone close at hand,

someone like me.

- Pedro.

- Victor.
- Yes?

- I'm glad you're home,
Dianne's at the bar.

- Victor,

I feel awful

and I look awful

and I'm so ashamed of myself.

- Darling, please, don't punish
yourself,

because you've had a bad
afternoon,

you're under control now,

you can stay that way,
you've done it before.

Dianne, you know I have to
go away for several days,

I'll be in Washington until
Tuesday

and then on to Honduras
with Emilio Pradanos.

Oh, I've invited Consuela
to stay over while I'm gone,

so you won't be alone.

Goodbye, darling, please take
care of yourself, please.

- Please excuse my haste,
I shall return in a moment.

The next sound you hear will
that of our stations breaking.

This is not precisely what I had
in mind.

I did leave it burning in the
window,

so that you could find your way
back.

Now as if one dud were not
enough, we have a commercial.

- Good evening, Senor.
- Evening, Pedro.

- Did you have a nice trip?
- Very successful, yes.

Is Mrs. Castillejo in?

- Welcome home.

- Hello, it's good to be back.

- I heard you say the trip was
successful?

- Yes, it was, very.
- Oh, that's wonderful

and you got to come home early.

- Yes, I didn't have to go to
Honduras.

- I'm glad.

- Is Dianne in?

- She's asleep.

- Oh, how is she?

- I'm afraid she's been
drinking,

I'm so sorry you had to come
home to that,

I know how it upsets you.

- Dianne.

Dianne.

Dianne.

- Victor.

Oh, Victor.

Oh, Victor, don't leave me.

Oh, Victor, don't leave me,

please stay with me.

- Alright.
- Victor.

- Alright, Dianne, I'm
not gonna leave you.

- Oh, Victor, I heard the
baby cry, I heard him cry,

I don't care what anybody
says, I heard him cry.

I heard the baby cry.

Oh, Victor, I can't stand
anymore,

I keep hearing him

- Alright,

alright, look, we'll talk all
about it,

after you've had a little
more sleep, come on.

- No, no, no, no, don't go.

Don't leave me alone, I'm
afraid.

- Now what about Senator
Hayes and the Pradanos?

I'm meeting the plane a little
after 11,

I can tell them you had
plans I didn't know about,

I can entertain them at the
club.

- Oh, no, darling, no,

they'll dine with us here
tonight just as you planned.

- You're very sure you can
manage it?

- Yes, I'm always
alright when you're here,

isn't that true?

- Yes, but it's also true,

that half the time I can't be
here.

- You mean you think
I'm drunk half the time?

- Dianne,

Dianne, darling,

I know you're never drunk
because you wish to be,

but I just don't think
you can handle the problem

anymore by yourself,
you've got to have help.

- A psychiatrist?

- Perhaps a psychiatrist.

- I heard a baby cry.

- No one else heard it.

- It sounded like a baby,
I believed it was a baby.

I admit I was drinking,
but I know what I heard.

- Consuela thinks you imagined
it.

- Consuela!

- What?

- Nothing.

- Darling, are you sure
you want her to stay here?

I can find some excuse
to ask her to leave.

- No, no, you must have
misunderstood,

I mean, who knows what I
might have said last night,

the condition I was in.

What would you like for dinner
tonight?

- I'll leave those important
decisions to you and Cook.

Well, I'm going to the
airport to meet them

and then on to the hotel for the
meeting,

so I won't be home until around
six.

- I'll be here.

- You eat your breakfast.

- That was a daiquiri,
wasn't it, Mrs. Pradanos?

- Why, yes.

- I'm so glad that you came here

and Victor didn't have to
go all the way to Honduras.

- So am I.

Thank you, will you excuse me?
- Surely.

Senator, how would you like
some caviar with your vodka?

- Why, that would be real nice,
thank you.

- Surely, Carla, caviar
for the Senator, please.

Excuse me.

Mr. Hawthorn, Victor tells me
that you speak five languages,

is that true?

- Oh, yes and I speak them
all at once, saves time.

Where's Dianne?

- Oh, she'll be right down.

- They won't have the temerity

to hold that conflict
of interest argument,

I'm mighty sure of that.
- Will you excuse me, Senator?

Carla, will you tell Mrs.
Castillejo

the guests are waiting, please?

- Good evening, everybody.

Larry, how are you?
- Dianne.

- Good evening, Dianne,
so happy to see you.

- Oh, but you don't
have anything to drink,

Pedro, mix us three of
something, hm?

- Dianne, don't you think--
- Oh, excuse me.

Oh, Senator Hayes.

- How do you do?
- How are you?

- You know my wife,

don't you, Senator?
- Oh, yes, we've met.

- Yes, of course.
- Meet my wife.

- Hello.
- Mrs. Castillejo.

- Oh, and you've all met our
Consuela,

isn't she charming?

Hm, I adore that dress,

of course I haven't
worn it since last year,

but on you, it's most becoming.

- Thank you, Dianne, shall
I tell Cook to serve dinner?

- Miss Sandino tells us that
you've had the same cook

for four years, Mrs. Castillejo,

I wish you'd tell my wife how
you do it,

we can't seem to keep one for
six months.

- Oh, well, there's an
old, old saying, Senator

about more diplomacy in the
kitchen than somewhere else

and I can never remember
where this somewhere else is.

Oh, Carla, Miss Sandino seems to
feel

the time has come to tell
Cook something or other,

so would you take care of that,
please?

She's giving the orders around
here.

- Are you alright?

- Oh, you're so thoughtful,
Consuela, although I don't see

why you didn't get things
started earlier,

I mean, you could've had
them all seated by now,

I was late enough.

- Dianne.

- I mean, it's obvious to
everyone that I was late.

- Darling, have you told Emilio
about your two new horses?

Mr. Pradanos' hobby is
breeding polo ponies.

Emilio, Dianne has bought
two beautiful jumpers,

she's training them herself,
aren't you, darling?

- Victor.

- Oh, Consuela, I don't know
what we would do without you

and I guess you're never gonna
give us a chance to find out.

Don't be nasty, Larry.
- Dianne, please.

- By the way, I wanna, before I
forget

to thank you for helping my
husband to receive our guests.

- Would you like to go out for
a walk in the garden with me?

- That's a good idea!

Maybe we should both leave, hm?

Has Consuela told you
about our mutual problem?

Consuela is grieving too.

- Let me
take you upstairs, dear.

- Of course, anything you
say, I'm yours to command.

I'm sorry!

I apologize to my husband

and all of you,

but I don't apologize to
anything of that, that.

- Darling.

- Wouldn't that set the tongues
wagging?

Dianne Castillejo, she's
under psychiatric care,

hadn't you heard, she's a
drunk, she's taking the cure.

- Dianne, I'm not going to let
you

rationalize this any longer,

because I love you

and I know we have a chance
to be happy together.

But you're going to have
to want to do it yourself,

if you don't, there'll be
more scenes like last night.

Now, Dr. Vanorstrum knows
of a very good place,

try it, Dianne, only for a few
weeks

and you don't have to
worry about the house

while you're gone, I
mentioned it to Consuela,

she's promised to stay on

and look after things while
you're away.

- Yes, she could do that.

- It won't be for long.

- I haven't agreed to it,
Victor,

I don't think I can, I'll
stay, I'll fight it off here.

- Dianne, that won't work.

- If it doesn't, I don't know
what will.

- You'll have to make the
decision for her, Victor,

she needs help.
- Have her committed?

I couldn't, Larry.

- Well, if she won't
cooperate, you'll have to.

- I'm going to ask Dr.
Vanorstrum
to see her this afternoon,

we'll see what he has to say.

Hello.

What?

Thank you.

Turn around, drive home.

She's left,

gone without her car.

- Hello, could you help me?

I'm looking for Sister Marie
Therese,

do you know where she is?

- Ah-huh.

- Well, would you find her for
me

and tell her that Mrs.
Castillejo is here to see her?

- Mrs.?
- Castillejo.

- Oh, okay.

- Oh, Mrs. Castillejo,
how good to see you.

- Sister.

- We were so very sorry
to hear about the baby,

we had a Mass said for him.
- Thank you.

- Come and sit down.

- Sister, I wanted to see you,
because I,

let me explain something first.

You see, there's a situation in
our home

and I'm to blame for it,

because I've done
something terribly wrong.

You see, my husband has
always wanted a son so badly

and we were very happy when
little Victor was with us

and I feel so sure that now,

that another child would help
us,

Sister, I wanna adopt another
baby.

- Oh, I'm so glad.

- But I wanted to find
out if I can't do it now,

soon, quickly without all the
waiting?

- I understand how much you
must want another child,

but as you know, we take a
great deal of time and care

to choose the right baby for
each of our foster parents.

- Yes, I know, Sister.

- You said you'd done
something terribly wrong?

- I lied about the baby's death,

his real mother found me out.

- His real mother?

- Consuela Sandino.

She's been staying at our house
all week.

- Obviously there's some
mistake,

the mother of the child that
you adopted died in childbirth.

- Thank you, Captain.

The police are trying to
keep it as quiet as possible,

but I'm afraid we can't
keep it out of the press.

- No, I suppose not.

- My men will stay on the
job along with the police.

There's nothing more to be done
right now.

- Victor,

they'll find her, you mustn't
worry.

- Dianne!

Where have you been?

- We've been
looking all over town for you.

- Really?

You tried all the bars, I
expect?

- Well, yes.

- You called all the hospitals?

- Of course we did.

- But you didn't call
the orphanage, did you?

- You went there?
- Yes.

- Why?

- I was talking to Sister Marie
Therese.

- Well, I don't see what good
that--

- Victor, would you please call
Pedro?

- I'll get him.

- You threatened me, I'm curious
to know

if you have the courage to
follow through.

You said you'd never leave here

without telling Victor the
truth.

- What truth?

- I'm ordering you to
get out of this house.

I lied to you about Consuela,
she isn't an old friend,

she came here and told me she
was little Victor's mother,

but she isn't, I found
that out at the orphanage,

the baby's real mother
died, when he was born.

I also lied to you
about how the baby died,

Nanny was protecting me,
I'm the one who left him,

Pedro saw me.

- Pedro?

Is this true?

- It is true.

- Well, tell him the rest of it,
Pedro.

I'm sorry, Victor, but the
truth is that she was drunk,

she was drunk and she left
your baby there all alone.

- Was I drunk?

- Consuela, I told you to
take the money and leave.

- Pedro, you made the drinks
for her that day, now tell him.

- Vodka and tonic and I
asked you to make it light.

How many drinks, Pedro?

How many?

- One.

One drink, that was all I served
you.

- But that isn't what you told
Consuela.

- I told Consuela one drink,

but she said it was all we
needed,

we would threaten to tell your
husband,

unless you would give us some
money,

so we could go away together,

because we were in love.

In love.

Do you know who she loves?

Herself, because she's
greedy, greedy for this house,

greedy for $5 million

and greedy for you, Senor.

Your wife, Senor was afraid,

but she was sober,
Consuela made her drink.

I'm truly sorry, Senora.

- You've been here for 10 years,
Pedro,

I could've hoped for a little
more loyalty

than this from you.

You, I suppose you've been
thinking

we might all spend a
few ugly days in court?

Well, I'm not letting you
have that consolation,

you're going to leave here now

with nothing, both of you

and if you're wise,
you'll go very far away.

Now get out.

- On my way back from the
orphanage,

I stopped in to see Dr.
Vanorstrum,

he's waiting outside in the car,

he's going to drive me
to a sanitarium now.

I tried in all the wrong ways

not to fail you,

but that's over now

and I think you should get a
divorce.

I don't want you to worry.

I'm going to try to pull myself
together

and...

Goodbye, darling.
- Dianne.

I'm so ashamed,

ashamed of whatever it is in me

that made you afraid to tell me
the truth,

I failed you.

Don't you understand,
I don't want a divorce,

I love you

and wherever you're
going, I want to take you.

- The storekeeper who sold
me my first firecracker

took umbrage at some of my
remarks,

one word led to another,
but as you see, I won

and am now publicly
demonstrating

my disdain for his product.

I had expected the wax
would begin dripping by now,

this is likely to take some
time,

why don't you amuse yourselves
with another commercial

and scenes from next week's
show?