All language subtitles for The Alfred Hitchcock Hour S02E31 Isabel 1080p

- Good evening.

How do you do, and welcome to
"The Alfred Hitchcock Hour."

Strange how old fashioned
ways are sometimes best.

In a plastic age, with its
many new and different fabrics,

I have suddenly realized
the amazing properties

of a material as old as
civilization, rawhide.

Here are two of our new
rawhide bathing suits.

They are identical.

This one is still wet.

This is the way it looks

after you have been lying in the
sun.

Obviously, this is the answer
to man's most urgent problem,

how to reduce without
exercising.

Of course, this material has
other more important uses,

as a gift to a friend.

Perhaps I can explain by telling
you

I have just presented
the sponsor with a vest.

It's quite modern.

There are no unsightly buttons.

After he puts it on, it
zips together at the back.

After all, I don't want
him to change his mind

when it begins to dry,

and be able to take it off.

And now a word from the man

with the incredible shrinking
vest.

- You pass anybody along this
road

in say the last 10 or 15
minutes?

- No.

Oh yes, I did.

A woman, maybe 20
minutes, half an hour ago.

- Do you live in this
neighborhood?

- No, just happened to be taking
a walk.

- Would you mind getting in the
car?

- Now look officer, I don't
follow you.

I mean, I don't get the point.

- Oh you will, sir.

Would you please get in the car?

I thought you might like

to talk with this fella,
Sergeant.

We picked him up down the
street.

- Well?

- He doesn't live in this
neighborhood,

and he says he was just out for
a walk.

- It seems they've never heard

of such a thing before,
Sergeant.

Is there any law against taking
a walk?

- No sir, no law against it.

What happened to your clothes?

- You were saying?

- I was about to say that I
simply fell when I was walking

and I tripped over something in
the dark.

- You're new in Lewisburg,
aren't you mister?

- Clements, Howard Clements.

See?

Look, here's the driver's
license

and the social security card.

Employee identification.

I work for Futurama Plastics.

I was just transferred here.

- Excuse me a minute.

Doctor?

Bring him in.

There's no reason to be
frightened now, Isabel.

I just want to see if you
can identify this man.

Clements?

- Yes.

I'm certain this is the man.

- Huh?

What does she mean, what man?

I passed her on the street, I
told you,

but I was never within six feet
of her.

Well make her look at me!

- This is
such a serious charge,

I would like you to consider it
once more.

Are you sure this is the man?

- Yes.

I was calling the parents
of one of my students,

and I was searching for the
address in the dark when he...

Don't ask me to repeat what
happened.

I screamed, and fought him off,

and I somehow found my
way to the nearest house,

and this lady called the police.

- Sergeant, this isn't possible.

I passed her on the street,
but that's absolutely all.

I got one look at her.

Hey, hey now, you're all crazy.

I had nothing to do with it.

I've only lived here a couple of
months.

I came from the Chicago
office of Futurama.

Now wait a minute, I'm not some
bum

you found sleeping in an alley!

- Suppose we save the details

until we get back to the station
house.

- Station house, why should
I go to the station house?

- Because I'm taking you
in for further questioning

on possible charges of attempted
assault

with criminal intent.

- Are you telling me this
woman has got a case?

Now what kind of law do
you practice, Mr. Selby?

- Well now, wait a minute.

- You think it was easy for me

to scrape up that retainer I
paid you?

Look, I want something
for my money, I want help.

- I'm trying to
help you, believe me.

- Well you could've stopped them

from ever bringing the case to
trial.

I mean, what kind of
evidence have they got?

They've got the testimony
of one hysterical woman.

- Well that hysterical
woman, as you call her,

doesn't always give that
impression.

She's well known in Lewisburg.

She runs one of the finest
private girls schools

in New Hampshire.

My own daughter went there.

- But it's still my word
against hers, now isn't it?

Well, isn't it?

- Well, yes.

- Then what difference does it
make?

- No difference in the eyes of
the law.

However, in the eyes of a jury--

- Ah, ah so my word isn't as
good.

I mean, I'm a stranger in town

and she is the pillar
of the community, right?

- It's not as cut and dried as
that.

I mean,

well let's look at the
circumstance.

You go for a three mile
walk on a cold night.

Something people just don't do.

- Correction, please, some
people.

- All right, some people.

But nobody else was seen in the
vicinity

where Isabel Smith was attacked.

Then your clothes were in a
mess.

- Now look, come on.

- Yes, yes, you had a convenient
explanation of course.

You fell.

Then there was that art
collection in your apartment.

The nudes.

- Oh, please.

Now those pictures are prints
of established classics!

Degas, Matisse, Picasso.

They're available in
most department stores.

Now come on, that's about as
racy

as two pounds of hamburger.

- But most of all, there's
Isabel Smith herself.

Isabel Smith says you're the
man.

Well, she's known to be an
honest woman.

Why should she say it if it
weren't true?

- That's the part I can't figure
out.

All right, Mr. Selby, why did
she do it?

- That's an interesting
question, Mr. Clements.

A very interesting psychological
question.

I've known Isabel Smith for a
long time,

and frankly, well she's not a
woman

who's gotten much out of life.

I think she was already a
spinster,

even before she was old enough
to marry.

- Yeah, she's no beauty.

I mean, how people could even
think

I'd risk getting sent
to jail because of her.

- Now, I'm not saying that
Isabel Smith

is aware of this herself, but
somewhere,

deep down in her subconscious

she may still be waiting

for her

to come out of the West.

- That's ridiculous.

- No no, no I'm serious.

You know what I really think?

I think it's possible some
man did accost her that night.

Unfortunately, he got away.

And that left you.

- But why me, why did
she have to pick on me?

- Wish fulfillment, maybe?

She saw your face, and she
remembered it.

In other words, Mr. Clements,
she wanted it to happen,

and she picked you.

- Howard Clements, will you
rise and face the court?

Howard Clements, having been
found guilty

of attempted criminal assault,

it is my duty to sentence you to
a term

of not less than one,

and not more than five years
imprisonment

in the state penitentiary.

- Come in, Clements.

That's all right, sit down.

We're not so formal here
when you're leaving.

I see you're from Lewisburg.

Think you'll be going back
there?

- Yes, I'm going back.

- I see.

Well, just what plans have you
made?

- Oh I've made plans.

- For a job?

- That's right, a job.

Who knows?

I might even find a nice girl
in Lewisburg, and settle down.

- Oh that's the best thing
you could do, take it from me.

Little family responsibility

really makes a man toe the line.

Well, that's neither here nor
there.

You've

earned $105 for your
wages in the machine shop.

Give this to the clerk at the
gate.

- I've got a lot more than that
coming.

- Well, how's that?

- Well I gave up a pretty good
job

to work in that machine shop,
warden.

I figure I lost about
$13,000 in salary alone.

Now is the state gonna make that
up to me?

- The state doesn't owe
you a thing, Clements.

We gave you something
for your time, a lesson.

I sincerely hope you never
forget.

- You know, you may be
right at that, warden.

I did learn some lessons here.

I learned a great deal.

12,900, 12,950,

15,000.

I'd like to get a bus ticket to
Lewisburg.

One way.

Oh, excuse me!

- Officer!

This man is annoying me.

- What's that ma'am?

- No, please, Ms. Smith.

Why must you keep on persecuting
me?

Haven't you done enough already?

- He tried to attack me once
before.

I want you to arrest him.

- Would you mind repeating that,
ma'am?

- Officer, I hope you realize

I am not making this charge
irresponsibly.

- Oh that may well be ma'am,

but I was standing right here.

Now I saw what happened.

Now what kind of charge
are you prepared to make?

- No charge.

- That was four dollars and
77 cents with tax, and five.

I hope you enjoy it, sir.

Come in again.

Allow me.

Can I help you, Ms. Smith?

- No, thank you.

Well, yes you could.

I'm looking for some music

for a ballet recital we're
giving at the school.

- Well, I might recommend some--

- No, that's not the truth.

The truth is, I feel
guilty about yesterday.

I know I made a mistake about
yesterday.

- I'm glad you told me.

- I didn't mean to be rude.

I hope you understand that.

- Well, I know that it wasn't
easy for you

to come here and say this,

but I'm very grateful.

- I'd almost completely
forgotten about that other time.

I suppose I never expected to

see you in Lewisburg again.

- I wanted to come back.

There are things about this town
I like.

- It took courage.

- No, I don't think so.

I was counting on the fact that
people have short memories.

Also that good music's more
important than bad gossip.

You know, I think this town's

always needed a good music
store.

- Yes, you know that is true.

I've sometimes had to go
all the way to Capitol City

to get a halfway decent record.

Oh well, this will do fine,
thank you.

- My, it's pretty.

What is it, Ms. Smith?

- "The Damnation of Faust."

it's a new album I bought.

- Faust?

But you've already got a record
of that.

I remember I saw it last week.

- Oh, well yes,

but this one is supposed
to be a better version.

- Sounds exactly the
same to me.

- You know you may be right.

It is the school's money I'm
spending after all, isn't it?

Perhaps I should get something
different.

Don't you think so, Martha?

- Well, just as you think, Ms.
Smith.

- Yes, well I think
I'll just run right down

and return it.

- Here we are.

One fresh copy of "Swan Lake."

- Oh, thank you.

Sorry to put you to so much
trouble.

- Oh it's no trouble at all.

Speaking of Tchaikovsky,

there's a concert tonight at
Pilgrim Hall.

Liszt and Debussy too, I
believe.

Yes, that's right Debussy's "La
Mer."

- Sounds interesting.

- Yes.

I happen to have two tickets.

Now look, I know how strange
it might seem to some people

if you went to that concert with
me.

- You mean you--

- Now please, don't answer in a
hurry.

Things we say in a hurry,
sometimes we're sorry later.

Maybe some narrow-minded people

wouldn't expect to see us
together,

but I don't care about people
like that.

All I care about is what you
think.

- No, I couldn't.

I really couldn't.

- The last time you were in
here,

you talked about courage.

- Well it's not that.

I have a meeting I have to
attend tonight.

It's a charity meeting
that I attend every month.

- Of course.

- Well perhaps I could get
out of it, just this one time.

May I use your phone?

- By all means, it's right over
there.

- Mrs. John Needham, please,
yes.

I don't see why I can't miss
one meeting in seven years.

- You only live once!

- Oh, Howard.

You don't mind.

Would you mind if we
didn't go anywhere tonight?

There's something I have to

talk to you about, very
important.

Would you come inside?

This isn't easy for me, Howard.

- Oh it can't be all that
serious.

Or is it?

- To me it is.

Lieutenant Huntley came
to see me this afternoon.

- Oh?

Did he want to know if I'd
been annoying you again?

- He heard that I had been
seeing you,

and he asked if it were true.

I said yes it was, that
I'd seen you several times.

- Uh-huh, and how did he take
it?

- He seemed worried.

- Oh.

- Of course, it's none of his
business,

but he's more than just a
policeman to me, you know?

He was a friend of my father's.

My father liked him,

and he's always taken an
interest in me.

- Apparently he's sort
of interested in me too.

- Howard.

I told you once that I'd put
that time out of my mind.

That isn't so.

I've thought about that night
often,

about that night and
what happened afterwards.

- Sh, sh, thought we weren't

gonna talk about that, remember?

- I want to talk about it,
please.

Lately all I can think about is,

could I have been wrong?

Completely wrong.

I feel now that if you told me
the answer,

it would be the truth.

I'd see it in your eyes.

I'd know it was true.

- Do you want the answer,
Isabel?

- I don't know, Howard.

I'm afraid of the answer.

Either way, I'm afraid of it.

- If I said I wasn't guilty.

If I told you that it
wasn't me that night?

- Then you'd hate me
for what I did to you.

You'd hate me, and I couldn't
stand that.

- You dope.

Don't you know I could never
hate you?

- A few of our viewers wrote in
telling us

that they feel the station break

is the high point of the
evening.

We shall now hear from
one of those viewers.

- Lieutenant Huntley, ma'am.

Lieutenant Huntley, ma'am.

- Oh, oh thank you.

Oh John!

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

- Hello, Isabel.

- Nice to see you.

Please sit down.

Would you like some coffee?

- Oh, no thanks.

- I hope this isn't official
business.

- No no, not at all.

It's just that what I have to
say to you

is easier standing up.

- Oh.

- You know I was a good friend
of your father's Isabel,

and I wanna be your friend too.

When I tell you this--

- I'm 10 jumps ahead of you,
John.

You've come to deliver a sermon

on the subject of Howard
Clements.

- No, not a sermon.

I have no prepared text.

I have nothing, but a feeling.

- Yes, to you he's just
an ex-convict, a criminal.

But don't you see how funny that
is?

I'm the one who called
him a criminal, not you.

I don't believe you even
thought he was guilty.

- It isn't important what we
thought then, either one of us.

What is important is now, right
now,

and what he is thinking.

- He's thinking about me.

Is there anything wrong with
that?

I suppose you think that's
crazy.

Isabel Smith, who would ever
think

a man would look at her twice?

- I never said anything like
that.

- You know you don't remember,
but I do.

I remember listening to you and
Daddy

discussing me in this very room.

I remember Daddy referred
to me as his ugly duckling.

I suppose he thought
I'd grow up and change

and become pretty overnight, but
I didn't.

You didn't know I was listening,
did you?

But I had good, big ears.

- Your father was thinking
of your happiness.

- Well, you're both wrong.

I found a way to be happy.

- Isabel, listen to me.

This man--

- Don't you want to hear

Isabel Smith's formula for being
happy?

Don't ask too many questions,

don't put everything under a
microscope.

Take what you can get.

- That's what I wanna
know, what are you getting?

- What's your theory?

That he's after my money?

Don't you know the
school's been in the red

for the past four years?

If it weren't for the assistance
we get from the town board,

we would've closed our doors
long ago.

No John, that's no good.

Howard's more solvent than I am.

He's planning to open a
second store in Springdale.

- I know it's not money, Isabel.

- Then what does he want from
me?

- I'm afraid--

- You were all out of mushrooms.

Well, this is a nice surprise,
Lieutenant.

- I was just leaving.

- Well maybe you'd like
to stay for dinner.

I was about to show Isabel why
all the great chefs are men.

Would you look at this?

If you can wait 'til I can get
it chilled,

you can help us celebrate.

- Celebrate what?

- Didn't Isabel tell you the big
news?

We're being married at
the end of the week.

- Married?

- Yes that's right, marriage.

Old and honorable institution.

- Congratulations, to both of
you.

- We'd invite you to the
wedding,

but it won't be much of an
affair.

But I tell you what,

we'll save you some of the
wedding cake.

- She really did it, Lou.

She married that guy.

I still can't accept it.

- Where'd they go?

- They're honeymooning on the
coast,

a place called Credence Cove
about 30 miles from here.

- That's one for the books all
right,

the psychiatry journals.

Why'd he do it, Lieutenant?

There's got to be a reason.

- Well it isn't the money,
apparently.

Isabel doesn't have any.

The school actually loses money.

She says that Clements
is richer than she is.

- I didn't know the record
business was that good.

- I wouldn't have thought so
myself.

He was only a clerk for Futurama
Plastics.

He couldn't have made much
money.

- Maybe he inherited some.

- For a guy with inherited
money,

he lived in a pretty cheap
apartment

when he first moved to
Lewisburg.

- Yeah, well he sure didn't
earn that capital in jail.

I mean they don't pay that much

for making those license plates.

- No.

When Clements first came to see
me,

he said he had money saved.

Margaret, get me Dan Gordon
at the Lewisburg Bank.

- What are you thinking of?

- Nothing, I just wanna look
this gift horse in the mouth.

Hello, Dan.

John Huntley.

You have a depositor by the
name of Howard Clements.

I think your bank arranged
financing

for a record shop he owns.

So I understand.

Look Dan, I'd like a rundown
on his personal account.

No no, nothing official,

but it is important.

All right, fine.

I'll be waiting for your call.

You know what Isabel said to me?

She said the only way to be
happy

is to stop asking questions.

But I have to ask them, Lou.

I have to.

- And this thing went out,

it was the longest ball
I've ever seen in my life.

- Lou, would you come
in here a minute please?

- Yeah, excuse me.

- I just got a call from
Dan Gordon at the bank.

It seems that Clements made
his first deposit on June ninth

to the tune of $13,000 exactly.

(Lou whistles)

And the money wasn't
transferred from another bank.

It was in cash, in large bills.

- Yeah but that still
doesn't mean he's done--

- Now wait a minute.

When I heard this, something
clicked in my brain.

Something that happened in
Capitol City on June 6th,

just three days before.

The holdup of a bank messenger.

So I dug out the bulletins.

Now you won't find much in this.

There were no witnesses.

Nobody spotted the license
number

on the car the criminal was
driving.

The only peculiar thing is

what happened after the robbery.

- An unmarked envelope
postmarked to Capitol City

was received by police,
containing $2,150.

The total amount stolen from
the bank messenger was $15,150.

That would leave 13,000.

- On the nose.

- That's still not proof,
Lieutenant.

You can't convict anybody
on evidence like this.

- Well it's better than nothing.

- Okay, so maybe Clements did do
the job,

but it still doesn't make sense.

Why would he want to marry the
woman who sent him to jail?

- Well it isn't for money,

and it certainly isn't for her
looks.

Howard Clements is an attractive
guy.

He could've married any number
of better looking women.

No, Lou.

There can only be one reason.

I think he intends to kill her.

And there's not a thing
I can do to stop him.

- You have such a nice chin,
Howard.

Don't ever grow a beard,
promise?

- All right, I promise.

You're tickling me.

- I just love to look at you.

- Well, that's good
because you'll be seeing me

around for a long time.

- It'll never be long enough.

Howard?

- Mhmm?

- I'd hate to think that
tomorrow's our last day.

Couldn't we stay a little bit
longer?

- Well, I wish we could but--

- The girls are still on
vacation.

School won't begin 'til
the end of the month.

- Well it's not just your
school.

I've got a business to run too,
you know.

- Just hate to think about going
back.

- Well, we better think
about going back right now.

To shore, I mean.

We've used up practically
all the gas in this baby.

- No we haven't.

There's still a whole tank left.

- Take a look for yourself.

Yeah, we've only got a
couple of gallons left.

- You really don't know very
much about boats, do you?

There are two tanks in this kind
of boat.

See, there's the port tank.

And a starboard tank.

When this tank is empty,
you flip the switch.

And this tank takes over.

So, we've got plenty of gas.

- Well what do ya know?

I had a picture of us
being marooned out here.

- That be so bad?

- Yeah, sure.

Couldn't we drift out to sea
or die of thirst or something?

- No, if somebody didn't pick us
up

we'd probably drift right
back into shore anyway.

So that's one thing you
can stop worrying about.

- Okay, I'll stop worrying about
that.

- Nice little craft you got
yourself.

Rented?

- That's right.

Only I'm not the skipper.

That'd be my wife.

Me, I'm just a landlubber.

- Got plenty of company.

Whole danged ocean's filled
with Sunday sailors nowadays.

- Yeah, I guess that's right.

- Well, there's a heck of a lot
more to it

than hoistin' a sail, or
turnin' a wheel.

You got to know what you're
about,

or the next thing you know,
trouble.

- Huh, is that a fact?

- Seen it happen plenty of
times.

- What kind of trouble did
you mean, falling overboard?

- There was a couple last
month that drifted around

for 18 hours before the
Coast Guard picked 'em up.

Brought 'em in lookin' like
a pair of drowned rats.

- Well I, I don't suppose

there are many fatal accidents
though.

- No.

Whoa, but there was a bad one
two years ago last August.

A boat like this exploded
out at sea, blam.

All three people in it, killed.

- My, that's terrible.

Do they know what caused it?

- Wasn't enough of that boat
left

to make a stack of firewood.

But look, what's the biggest
cargo a boat like this carries?

Gasoline, son, and that
is what blew her up.

- No official reason was given

as the cause of the explosion,

but Police Chief Martin Summers
theorized

that a buildup of gasoline fumes

in the bilge caused the
disaster.

One possibility mentioned
was that the coupling

on the fuel lines from the
starboard and port tanks

had loosened.

If the coupling had come
loose even a fraction,

Chief Summers said, an
explosion could've occurred

when switching tanks.

Hi.

- Hi.

My, you took a long time
to get those cigarettes.

- Well, I thought I'd take a
little walk.

You know honey, I've
been thinking about that

shop in Springdale.

And you know, if Ferguson

won't accept the $3,000 down
payment,

I'll have to give up the whole
idea.

- There's plenty of time
to worry about that.

- No, no there's no time at all.

Ferguson's leaving for Europe
next week.

So I told him to call me here
tomorrow and let me know.

- Tomorrow?

But we're taking the boat out
tomorrow.

It's our last day.

- Yeah, I know.

But it can't be helped.

This is important to me, honey.

Well, it's important to both of
us.

I tell you what, why don't you
take the boat out yourself?

I'd hate to spoil your fun.

- Alone?

I wouldn't think of it.

- But why not?

You're the sailor in the family,
not me.

I hate to see you disappointed.

- I wouldn't enjoy it without
you.

Maybe Ferguson will call early.

- I doubt it.

I doubt it, I might have to
hang around the hotel all day.

Aww.

Now don't make me feel
like a heel, Isabel.

It's the last chance you'll
have,

and they say the weather's
going to be perfect.

I won't take no for an answer.

- You're so sweet to me, Howard.

- Yes?

No, this is room 520.

You've got the wrong number.

Thank you.

- May I come in?

- Why Lieutenant, you're
a long way off your beat.

- I thought I'd take a drive
down,

and express my sympathies.

- Thank you, but you could've
telephoned.

- No, I couldn't.

I wanted to see your face.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I want to see what you
look like now, Clements.

Now that you've got what you
wanted.

- You think I wanted this?

Isabel dead?

- I've thought so ever since

I heard you were going to be
married.

I couldn't prove it.

I couldn't even say it out loud.

But I smelled murder on you,
Clements.

I still smell it.

- And what about now,
Lieutenant?

Do you have the proof?

- You know I haven't
anything, not even a corpse.

- Yes, the sea is a pretty big
graveyard.

I guess you'd have trouble
finding anything there, hm?

Now look, would you mind
leaving, Lieutenant?

I've been up all night.

I could use the sleep.

- You think you can sleep?

- I can sleep very well,
Lieutenant.

Hello?

It's for you.

- Hello?

Yes, Lou.

What?

It's fine, I'll stay right here.

Thanks for letting me know.

- Good news?

- Very good news.

A fishing boat spotted the
wreckage.

There must have been an
explosion of some kind,

but Isabel was thrown clear.

She held onto some debris,

and floated in the water half
the night,

but she's all right, she's
perfectly fine.

She should be back here within
the hour.

- Hello?

Yes, I've heard.

Yes, thank you very much.

- So it didn't work, Clements.

You didn't get your revenge,
after all.

- Get out of here, Huntley.

You just leave me alone.

- You don't get many
chances at murder, Clements.

A woman can have one fatal
accident,

but two would be very
suspicious.

We'll be watching you from now
on in.

- Now what makes you think that
murder's

the only way to get rid
of a wife, Lieutenant?

- But you don't want to get rid
of Isabel.

She loves you, Clements.

She doesn't care what you
are, or why you married her.

She doesn't ask questions.

She just wants you around.

- Well she might have to
learn to do without me.

- Marriage isn't so bad,
Clements.

It's a lot better than prison,

if you had to go back.

- Go back?

- You see, there was this bank
messenger in Capitol City.

Now the man who robbed him got
away with more than $15,000

and he was never caught.

A strange sort of criminal.

He seemed to think that the
world owed him something.

Owed him $13,000, to be exact.

So he sent back the remainder,
and opened a bank account.

- That's got nothing to do with
me.

- Oh, there was no real
case against him now,

but who knows?

With a little hard work, and
patience?

I'm a patient man, Clements.

- You couldn't prove it.

- If you want to take
that chance, take it.

But remember what the penalty
might be.

Another five or 10 years behind
bars.

Five or 10 years, Clements.

A cell can look pretty
small in all that time.

- Okay.

What do you want me to do?

- Do, why nothing at all.

What any ordinary husband does.

Love and cherish, honor and
obey.

Isabel deserves that much,
Howard.

- I can't, I can't!

- It's your choice.

- Howard.

Oh, Howard.

I'm all right, I'm safe.

- And so Isabel and Howard
lived happily ever after.

Oh, Howard occasionally
had unwholesome thoughts,

but the knowledge of what
the consequences would be

proved a purifying influence.

He is now a model husband.

A miserable husband, but a model
one.

Next week, we should be back
with another uplifting story.

Scenes of which will be
on view in a few moments.