All language subtitles for The Alfred Hitchcock Hour S02E01 A Home Away from Home 1080p

- Good evening.

I thought Friday would never
come.

I'm not here, by the way, as
the result of a shipwreck.

It was a misunderstanding.

Something to do with our
ship being overweight.

I understand that pirates once
buried

their treasure on this island.

I've been digging, and if this
is true,

they spent most of their
time burying water.

Actually, it's rather nice here.

We have sports, particularly
swimming,

when the tide comes in.

I may not have said that
correctly.

To be truthful, it's touch and
go

as to whether the tide comes
in or the island goes out.

This evening's drama is
appropriately entitled

"A Home away from Home."

In it, a young lady finds
herself

in a world she never made,
nor quite understands.

It follows the following.

- Oh, and here I am with one
of old Fred Carno's troupes

touring the promises.

Oh, that was a long time ago.

- I recognized you immediately.

- Aren't you
the flatterer, Doctor?

And don't I love it!

Oh, here's one you won't
recognize,

Charlie Chaplin's understudy,
Arthur Stanley Jefferson.

Later on, he changed
his name to Stan Laurel.

- You knew them all, didn't you?

- Worked with the best, I did.

George Robey,
never a star myself,

but always a quick study.

Always reliable, I were, for 40
years.

Well, it's all over now.

All over.

- Oh, you shouldn't mourn
the past, Mrs. Sanders.

Celebrate the present.

How are you feeling now?

- Oh, I feel fine, Doctor, just
fine.

I always feel good talking to
you.

- Well, that's what I'm here
for.

- Yes, I know.

But what am I here for?

There's nothing wrong with me.

It's that Dr. Norton, isn't it?

- Now Mrs. Sanders, you
must try to understand--

- Oh, I understand all right.

Just because I'm getting older,

he thinks I should be shut up.

- Come now, it isn't that bad.

You have the freedom of the
house, room to yourself.

- Bars on the windows!

Bars for me, what's toured
the whole wide world.

I'm a trouper, I am.

There's plenty of show folk
right now

in television older than I am.

I could have an whole
brand-new career, I could.

- Someone to see you, Doctor.

- I'll be right there.

- Well, Sarah, you must excuse
me.

- Please, perhaps you could
talk to Dr. Norton for me.

- Well, he does make
the decisions, you know.

- But you're a doctor, too.

You could make him understand.

Just tell him the truth.

Tell him I'm as sane as you are.

Isn't that right, Andrew?

Isn't it?

- Quite right, Mrs. Sanders.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- Howard.

- Hello, Darling.

- I got your letter.

- Good.

- You said there was something
important.

- Yes, please sit down.

I'm sorry I can't ask
you to join me over here,

but there are rules, you know.

- Of course.

- We've got to avoid confusion.

If we allowed the visitors
to mix with the patients,

we'd never get them sorted out
again.

- Howard, really.

- Oh, that's the truth.

Don't forget, you're
talking to a doctor, now.

Do you know the one thing
that really separates the sane

from the mentally
disturbed in our society?

This net.

That's all, a net.

Bars, a wall, some physical
barrier.

Psychologically, up here,
there's very little difference.

- Please, let's not talk about
that.

You know what Dr. Norton says.

- Of course, and why shouldn't
he say it?

Look at him, living like
a king on this estate,

with me here to do the real job
for him.

- You?

- Yes, didn't you know that?

I make the rounds with him every
day.

I keep my own case histories.

Why, I spend more time with
the inmates than he does.

- But you're a patient yourself.

- Yes, I know.

And Norton's an old
fogy, but he still knows

a good thing when he sees it.

That's why he keeps me here.

I do his work for him.

- You came here because you were
ill.

- Yes, that's right.

I kept up that chilling
schedule, and working

on the book night after night.

At the time, what I
really needed was this,

rest, the best therapy in the
world.

Well, it did the job for
me, and now I'm ready

to go back to work again.

- You're quite sure?

- Well, look at me.

Do I appear to be ill, as
you so politely put it?

- No.

- Do I sound disturbed?

Have I said or done anything
irrational?

- Darling, of course not.

- Then for the love of all
that's holy, get me out of here!

I'm not paranoid!

I know Dr. Norton's not
plotting against me.

It's just that he's weak,
and he makes excuses

and takes advantage of the
situation for his own benefit.

Oh darling, please help me.

- What do you want me to do?

- Talk to him.

Get him to approve a discharge.

- And if he says no?

- Then go to an attorney.

I can be released into your
custody.

After all, you are my wife.

- Howard--

- I'm sorry, Doctor,
visiting time is over.

- All right.

But my wife wants to talk to
Dr. Norton before she leaves.

- You can wait in his office.

- Darling, you will tell him?

- Don't worry.

- Ah.

- Doctor?

How is he?

- How did he appear to you?

- Well, he, he seemed very
articulate.

- Yes, I am aware of that.

He wants to go home, of course.

- Very much.

- Mm, and all his arguments

are extremely sensible, aren't
they?

- Yes.

- Mm.

What else?

- He still doesn't seem to
realize--

- You see, it is as I told you,

there are areas of
disorientation.

- But he seems so normal
otherwise.

- Well, of course it's quite
natural

that you would want to defend
him,

but he's not under attack here,

and I'm doing my best to help
him.

These things take time.

Now you come back in about a
month,

and I hope I'll have
some better news for you.

- There's no possibility of
his being discharged soon?

- I'm sorry, I'm very
much afraid he's going

to be with us for some
considerable time.

- Well, goodbye, Doctor.

- Goodbye.

- Good evening, Dr. Norton.

- How long were you outside
there?

- It seems your patients are
never

quite ready to go home, are
they, Doctor?

Not as long as their families
are willing

to keep on paying 1,000 a month

for all this wonderful personal
attention.

- I refuse to discuss
the matter any further.

- There is nothing to discuss.

- What, what are you doing,

give me my--
- No please, Doctor,

there's no reason to become
upset.

- You know I can't see without
them.

- I don't want you to see.

You're going to discharge me.

I'm walking out of here a
free man, right now, tonight.

- That's impossible, and you
know it.

- Yes, I suppose it is, really.

Because even if I forced
you to sign the papers,

you'd get word to the outside
authorities, wouldn't you?

- Well, I'd have to, you know
that.

Now let's stop playing games,
hm?

- The game is over.

- Fenwick.

Andrew!

Andrew!

- Hello?

- Hello, Dr. Norton's residence?

May I speak to the doctor,
please?

- This is he.

- Natalie?

Natalie who?

- Natalie Rivers.

Oh, really, Uncle Jerry,
just because we've never met

face-to-face is no reason not
to recognize your own niece.

Didn't you get my last letter?

Well, I mailed it from
Los Angeles last Monday.

I wanted you to know I was
coming.

- Coming?

Coming here?

Where are you now?

- It's a filling station
just outside of town.

They say it's only a 20-minute
drive.

I'm on my way to Lake
Louise for my vacation,

but I thought since I was so
close

that I'd stop in for the night.

If you have room for me.

- Certainly, overnight'll be
fine.

- I've been wanting to meet you

ever since our correspondence.

You know, with Mom and Dad
gone, you're my only relative.

- You come right ahead.

I'm sure you'll find it most
comfortable.

Like a home away from home.

- Isn't it exciting?

The Major insisted on coming
by to tell you the news.

- Quite.

Everyone's been informed.

- I just can't seem to
get it through my head.

- Well, it's perfectly simple,
really.

Dr. Fenwick told me himself.

Old Norton's done a bunk.

- Just a short vacation,
the way I understand it.

- I hope it doesn't upset you,
dear lady.

- That Dr. Norton's gone away?

Oh, good riddance, I like to
say.

But to think he'd leave
Dr. Fenwick in charge.

- I don't see why not.

Personally, I think Dr. Fenwick
knows

ever so much more about
medicine.

We all agree on that.

- Hear, hear.

- Yes, but doesn't it seem
strange

that he'd leave a patient in
charge.

- Mm, I don't see why.

Everyone here trusts Dr.
Fenwick.

Well, at least I do.

- If you ask me, the
chap's perfectly sound.

Shouldn't have been a
patient in the first place.

- Neither should I.

Perhaps he'll let me go home
now.

- I daresay he has plans.

- Wouldn't you like to come
down, dear?

- Oh, I would very much, but I
don't dare.

You know, my condition.

- Yes, of course, we understand.

Well, Major, we'd better be
running along.

- Right.

- We'll keep you informed, Dear.

I'd better go give Martha a
push.

This is the first time
she's been in the kitchen

since her last husband died.

- Nice old girl, isn't she?

- Oh, yes.

- Oh, by the way, just what
exactly is her condition?

- Oh.

- All right, Mickey, you can
start taking up the trays now.

- You mean I gotta climb
all those stairs by hand?

- Uh huh.

- Why not send them up on the
dumbwaiter?

- Doctor says it's out of order.

- Not the only thing
out of order around here

if you ask me.

- Nobody asked you, Nicky.

Why don't you do what Martha
says?

- What did you cook for dinner,
flatirons?

I've heard of heavy meals,
but this is ridiculous.

- Never you mind now.

It was good enough for three
children and four husbands.

- All of whom died of acute
indigestion.

- Sakes alive, what's that?

- We must have a visitor.

- Hello, I'm Natalie Rivers.

Is the doctor in?

- I've been expecting you, my
dear.

Do come in.

Your room's all ready for you.

Gibson, take her bag upstairs,
please.

I see you had no trouble
finding the place.

- Oh, I nearly got off the side
road,

but it was such a pleasant
drive.

Your scenery is so beautiful.

- Well, that's one of the
consolations

of being so isolated.

One of many, I should say.

Yes?

- Um, Doctor, which room did you
mean?

- The guest room, the one
opposite Miss Sanders.

I must apologize for Gibson.

She's new at the job.

- I imagine nurses are rather
hard to find

in an out-of-the-way spot like
this.

- Oh, you've no idea.

Well, what do you think of the
place?

- It's quite imposing.

It's not at all what I expected.

- Well, that makes us even.

You're not at all what I
expected either.

- But I sent you one of my
recent photographs, remember?

- Oh, yes, yes, of course.

What I meant was, your picture
doesn't do you justice.

Let me show you around
before you go upstairs.

Uh, this is my study.

I come in here when I want
to get away from things.

I've just been re-reading
one of my favorite books.

Take a look at it.

Fascinating.

- "Permissive Therapy"
by Howard Fenwick, MD.

- A brilliant book, and a
brilliant man.

Taught me everything I know.

- Is it about mental illness?

- Oh, that's just a label.

Psychotherapy is filled
with meaningless labels.

- Well, I, I thought
psychiatrists

were doing remarkable things
nowadays.

- Oh, psychiatrists
are just archeologists.

They delve in the rubble and the
ruins

of a patient's past when
what they should really do

is deal with the present, the
future.

- I'm afraid
I don't quite understand.

- Neither do my learned
colleagues.

They worry about hidden
traumas, buried memories,

when what should be really
brought out

into the open is the patient
himself.

Give him a role to play in real
life,

and he'll accept the challenge.

- Well, are you saying
that the mentally disturbed

should be set free?

- Well, how can you be
healthy and in chains?

Now, really.

Oh, forgive me, I
shouldn't have got started.

I happen to have a close
personal interest in the
subject.

I suppose you'd like to go
upstairs and freshen up a bit.

- Yes, please.

- Good, then come along.

Afterwards, you can have dinner
with me.

I'd like you to meet
some of my other guests.

- Guests?

- Yes, I think you'll find
them very interesting.

- Where's my dinner?

I want my dinner!

- Excuse me, is there something
wrong?

- And who might you be?

- Natalie Rivers.

- Doctor's niece?

Oh, I heard you was expected.

Do step in.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
intrude,

but I heard you calling.

I thought you might be ill.

- Don't you believe it.

Sound as a dollar, I am.

And hungry enough to eat an
horse.

- I was just going down to
dinner.

- Oh, I'm not about to get up.

Andrew always brings me my tray
evenings.

Have you seen him, dearie?

- Why, I'm afraid not.

- He must've forgot.

They always send it up
to him on the dumbwaiter.

It's probably up there right now

getting all cold-like.

And me starving away.

- Well, if you tell me where
it is, I could go look.

- It's right down the far end of
the hall.

That's a love.

- Help!

Help!

- Let me go!

- No, I won't harm you, I won't
harm you.

Don't be afraid, please.

Just promise me you won't
scream anymore, please.

I don't, I don't want the others

to hear us downstairs, Miss
Rivers.

Please.

- How did you know my name?

- The doctor.

He showed me your letter.

Said you were expected today.

- But, but, he said it never
arrived.

- The doctor?

You saw him?

- Well, of course, just now.

Who are you?

- I'm Dr. Norton's assistant.

Look, Miss Rivers, I
got no time to explain,

but you, but you've got to
get me out of here, all of us.

- All of you?

- The others are locked
just across the hall.

I think they're all still
unconscious.

It's the cook, the,
the orderly, the nurse.

- Well, I just saw the nurse
downstairs.

- No, please, Miss Rivers,
you've got to believe me.

There's been a terrible mistake.

I am Dr. Norton's assistant.

I can prove it to you.

Just open the door!

- I think we've heard quite
enough.

Really, you ought to
be ashamed of yourself

getting this poor young lady all
upset.

- Gibson--

- Nurse Gibson, if you please.

- She's not a nurse.

Don't believe her.

She's lying, they're all lying.

- Poor fellow.

Well, it's time for dinner now.

We must be going.

No, no, come back.

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

- Who is he?

- Well, he's a patient.

- A patient?

- After all, this is a
sanatorium.

- Well, come along now,
everyone's waiting.

- Miss Rivers!

Miss Rivers!

- The doctor's told everyone
about you,

and oh, they're just crazy to
meet you.

- I don't seem to be getting
anywhere,

but you have progressed
to the halfway mark.

To celebrate the
occasion, we have arranged

a station break, after which,
we shall continue our story.

- After-dinner drink?

- No, thank you.

- You seemed so quiet during the
meal.

- Oh, a little upset, perhaps.

- I trust it wasn't the company.

Donald's a nice boy, and Major
Hartress

is a very close friend of mine.

- No, no, it wasn't the guests.

It was the, the
others.

The ones upstairs.

Why didn't you tell me about
them?

- I didn't want to disturb you.

Never thought you'd go up there.

- Well, I'm sorry, I, I heard
some noises,

and I thought something might be
wrong.

- You had no right to interfere!

What did you see?

- I, well, I saw a man, just, he
was caged

like an animal, and it was
horrible!

- What gives you the
right to pass judgment?

I know what I'm doing.

- But earlier this evening,

you were talking about
permissive therapy.

Is it, is it really necessary
to lock up people that way?

- Yes, yes, it is, when
they're violently disturbed.

Otherwise, they might harm
themselves.

Surely you must have realized,
the man was irrational.

- Did he speak to you?

- He kept telling me
he was your assistant.

- It's a common delusion.

I'm sorry you were subjected

to such an unpleasant
experience.

Oh, by the way, Gibson tells me

you had a visit with Miss
Sanders.

Sarah's a nice old girl, isn't
she?

- She's a patient?

- Oh, yes.

I'm glad you saw her.

She's a wonderful example
of permissive therapy.

No lock on her door.

- She seemed quite normal.

- Well, appearances can
be deceptive, you know.

- Oh, I say, there you
are.

- Come in, come in.

- Uh, hope we're not intruding.

- Not at all, Major.

We were just getting better
acquainted.

- Well, I should like

to do that meself.

All these years, and the old boy

never breathes a word about you.

Imagine having such a smashing
niece.

Isn't she smashing, Donald?

- Oh, yes.

- Well, speak up, lad!

When I was your age, I'da set my
cap

at a little bit like this.

- Doc.

- What happened?

- After you two left the table,

I got into the rest of the wine.

- I told you to keep your eye on
them.

- I say, Doctor, how 'bout a
drink?

- Well, no, Miss Rivers had
a very tiring drive today.

I think we should retire for the
evening.

Splendid idea, what?

Donald, did you hear, we're
going to have a nightcap.

- I already did.

I helped myself.

- All right, pal, where is it?

- Where is what?

- The jug.

The decanter.

- Right here on the desk.

But it was right there just a
moment ago.

- Never mind, where is it now?

Come on, give.

Anything else?

My watch!

- Please wait.

I'm sorry.

If I'd ever dreamt

such a thing would've--
- I understand.

They're patients, aren't they?

- Yes.

- Permissive therapy?

- Yes, that's it exactly.

It's a new method, an
experiment.

I wanted to prove that my
patients would react normally

if treated like normal human
beings.

If it hadn't been for the
liquor--

- You mustn't feel that way.

I think they behaved very well,

at least right up until the
last.

I approve of your experiment.

I think it's so much
better than that other way.

- Well, thank you, it's very
kind of you to say that.

You don't know how much it means
to me.

But I mustn't keep you from your
rest.

- And please don't worry.

There're be no further
incidents.

They'll all be tucked
safely away for the night.

- Didn't you say something
about no locks on the doors?

- Ah, but there's a lock on
yours.

And here's a key.

Use it.

- Thank you.

- Pleasant dreams.

- So it's you, is it?

- Is there something wrong?

- Keep your voice down.

You don't want to disturb the
others.

Oh, don't be afraid, dearie.

I'm not like the rest.

- The rest?

- I wouldn't be here now if
it weren't for my condition.

Haven't you guessed?

I'm going to have a baby.

- Oh, I see.

- Any day, now.

I've been in this condition
for the past five years.

That's why I have my meals in
bed.

Andrew always brings me my tray.

- Well, uh, don't you think
you ought to be in bed?

- I'm hungry.

- Haven't you eaten yet?

- I told you about my tray,
and you promised to fetch it.

I've been waiting around here
for hours.

- Well, I'm sorry, you poor
dear.

I'll help you back into bed.

- I don't need any help,
thank you very much.

I'm as strong as an ox, I am.

- Well, I did look for your
dinner,

but it wasn't on the dumbwaiter.

- Did you try pulling it up?

- No.

- I would've tried myself,
but I haven't the strength.

I'm as weak as a kitten.

- Well, you just relax, and I'll
see

if I can find Nicky or Miss
Gibson.

- Nevermind that, just fetch me
my tray.

- But if your dinner's
been on the dumbwaiter

all this time, it'll be all
cold.

- Coo, many's the cold snack
I've enjoyed

after doing my turn on the
boards.

- Well, I still think I
should get Miss Gibson.

Oh, what are you doing?

- Well, if you won't get it
for me, I'll get it myself.

- You just stay there.

I'll get your dinner.

- Promise?

Cross your heart?

- I'll be right back.

What's that?

- The police, I imagine.

I told them it was urgent when I
called.

- Inspector Roberts, sir.

- This way, please.

Inspector Roberts, my
niece, Natalie Rivers.

- How do you do, Miss Rivers.

The doctor has told me what you
reported.

We'd better take a look
upstairs.

- Oh, Inspector, I--

- Oh, I know how you feel, Miss,

but under the circumstances,
I'm afraid I must insist.

- This way.

- Thank you.

- Will you show him, my dear?

- You say you'd just come
from this patient's room?

- Yes, and I went to the
dumbwaiter

down here at the end of the
hall.

- I see, and when you pulled it
up,

the body was on the dumbwaiter
platform?

- Yes.

- Miss Rivers, where's the body
now?

- I don't know.

Well, it was there, I
saw it.

It was the body of a
man in a white jacket.

- You're quite certain
you weren't mistaken?

- No, there's no mistake.

I saw it.

- I believe my niece is telling
the truth.

- Well, I wasn't doubting
your word, Doctor,

but in a place like this.

Where does this shaft lead to?

- Down to the kitchen.

- Anyone down there?

- Martha the cook, Nurse
Gibson, and Nicky, my orderly.

They have rooms in the area.

- I'd like to have a few words

with them, if you don't object.

- I don't mind at all.

Would you like to go now?

- Yes.

- If you don't mind,
I feel a little faint.

- I'm sorry.

Perhaps you'd better go to
your room and rest for a while.

And don't worry.

We'll take care of this.

This way, inspector.

- Yes, sir.

- Who's out there?

Miss Rivers, is that you?

Where have you been?

Didn't you promise to fetch me
my tray?

- I'm sorry, Sarah, but there's
been,

well, there's been an accident.

As a matter of fact, everything
seems to be going wrong.

- I don't care anything about
it.

I want my dinner.

- Please, don't get upset.

I'll tell the doctor.

- Is something the matter?

- Well, I seem to have
the wrong key for my room.

Do you know where I could find
the doctor?

- Well, he was in his office
the last time I saw him.

- Fine, thank you.

- Oh, is, is that Mrs. Sanders's
dinner?

- No, it's mine.

- Well, she's been complaining.

She hasn't been fed.

- Let her starve.

- Doctor?

Uncle Jerry?

- What are you doing here?

- I found the body.

- Doctor Norton!

- Dr. Norton?

My uncle?

But, I, Inspector, then who
is that man in charge here?

I thought you knew.

- Oh, Inspector, my
uncle has been murdered.

- That's pretty obvious.

The question is, why did you do
it?

- But I didn't do it.

Don't you understand?

It must have been one of the
patients.

It could have even been Dr.
Fenwick.

Dr. Fenwick must have argued
with my uncle

before I came here tonight.

Of course.

He killed my uncle.

That must be the way it was.

Please, please, Inspector,
believe me.

- Don't waste your breath,
Natalie.

It doesn't matter whether
he believes you or not.

- You mean he's a patient, too?

- It was just therapy, Miss.

You see the doctor here, he
asked me

to play a part, just like the
others.

You see, Martha's a
cook, Nicky's an orderly,

Gibson's the nurse, and--

- Don't bother to explain,
Roberts.

- Well, I, I haven't done wrong,
have I?

I mean, I am trying to live the
role,

just as you said.

- That's enough.

You're doing a splendid job.

Keep it up.

- Yes, Doctor.

- One moment, Natalie.

I assume you're headed for the
front door.

Well, don't bother.

You see, this key really works.

- What are you gonna do?

- I haven't decided.

But there's no real hurry, is
there?

Sometime during the night,
I'll make up my mind.

You'll still be here.

- I say,
what's this all about?

- Major, there's
something I've gotta know,

and maybe you can help me.

- Well, ask away.

- Well, it's about Dr. Fenwick.

When did he come here?

- Years ago, dear girl.

He's been here almost as long as
I have.

Used to be a doctor, you
know, on the outside.

- On the outside?

Do you mean he was, he's
committed?

He's a patient here like the
others?

- Yes, yes, he is.

Some nonsense about killing his
wife.

It's all blown over and
forgotten.

- He, he murdered his wife?

- Matter of opinion.

Woman comes to visit him.

Fenwick claims it's his wife.

Dr. Norton says it's his sister.

Maybe he doesn't want to
remember.

- Well, how, how can
you take it for granted?

- Got to be tolerant.

We all have our little quirks,
you know.

- But he's dangerous.

- Nonsense, sound as a bell.

Great doctor.

I'm glad he took over today.

- Tell me, what about the
others?

The ones upstairs?

- Oh, so you know about them?

- We helped him to put them
away.

It's quite all right.

Fenwick said Dr. Norton
gave him full authority

to try out his theories.

- When did Dr. Norton say that?

- Well, this afternoon, just
before he left on his vacation.

Uh, makes sense, doesn't it?

I mean, if he hadn't trusted
Fenwick,

he wouldn't have gone away.

- Major, listen to me.

He didn't go away.

He was murdered.

I found his body.

- I must go back to my room.

Uh, late, you know.

- But don't you understand?

We've got to get out of here.

- None of my affair.

Ask Fenwick.

He's very permissive.

- Operator?

- Oh, Miss Rivers.

- Andrew, Dr. Fenwick is gonna
kill me.

Now, I can't get out of the
house.

- Well, get to a phone, call the
police.

- I tried that, but they've cut
the wire.

- Well, there's nothing I can do

as long I'm locked in here.

If you can just find the key.

- But how can I?

Dr. Fenwick must have it.

- Maybe one of the others could
help you, maybe the Major.

- I talked to him.

I can't seem to make him
understand.

- Well, there's got to be some,
Sarah.

Sarah, that's it.

Tell her what's been going on.

Maybe she could find it for us.

- Sarah, Sarah, yes, maybe she
could help.

- I see,
and then what did you say?

- Well, I told her to speak to
you.

I said that you were very
permissive.

- Thank you.

Well, good night, Major,
and have a good sleep.

- Well, thank you very much.

- Come in, girl, come in.

- Sarah, I don't mean to alarm
you,

but, but there's been
trouble, and I need help.

- I've been trying to get you
alone all evening, dearie.

- Oh, Sarah, listen to me.

- Did you know that I was with
one

of old Fred Carno's troupes
touring the provinces

when I was a girl?

- Sarah, you don't understand.

- I bet you won't recognize him.

Oh, I've trouped with
the best of them, I have.

The best of them.

- Sarah, I need help.

- I know.

It's the ones upstairs
you're thinking about, right?

Wish they was back in charge
right now myself, I do.

Leastwise I'd be having my
dinner.

- Well, then you do understand.

Oh, if only we could do
something.

Maybe we could get the keys.

There must be keys to
those cells upstairs.

- Of course there is.

I've seen them myself.

Right in the desk drawer
in Dr. Norton's study.

- His study?

I can't go down there now.

Fenwick would see me.

- Wouldn't do you much good if
you could.

The keys aren't there anymore.

- Well, how do you know?

- Because I took them.

Yes, I was just telling Sarah.

You see, I sneaked back into the
study

and went through the desk
drawers.

See?

- May I have them?

- Oh no, they're mine.

- Please.

- Uh uh.

You can just steal your own
keys.

- Now, Donald.

Give her the keys.

That's a nice boy.

- All right.

- That's a nice chap.

Run now.

- Don't worry, I've got the
keys.

- Oh, good, good.

- Natalie?

Natalie!

Are you up there?

- Oh, he, he's coming.

- Hurry, Miss Rivers, hurry.

- They don't work.

None of them work.

- Now you don't think
I'd leave the real keys

lying around for Donald
to pick up, do you?

You see, I plan ahead, and right
now,

I'm planning to get rid of the
evidence.

Martha and Nicky are outside
digging a nice big hole.

- Fenwick!

- I know, but don't you see?

I have no choice.

She's part of the evidence.

You meddler.

Coming here, interfering in my
plans.

- Hold it!

Put your hands up.

Wish we'd had these before.

We had to smash the
downstairs door to get in.

- How did you ever happen to
come here?

- We had a call.

Something about a murder.

- Roberts.

- After we found the body,
I reported to my superiors.

Well, you told me I should
act like a real inspector.

It was the right thing
to do, wasn't it, Doctor?

Doctor?

Doctor?

I understand the rumor was
spread

that my island was a quaint,
out-of-the-way paradise,

untouched by civilization.

Two boatloads of
tourists, three hotel men,

and a souvenir manufacturer are
already

on their way to correct the
situation.

In that case, I shall be back
next week

to tell you another story,
scenes of which

you will see in a moment.

But first, we must allow the
sponsor to say a few words.

Permissive therapy.