All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S01E05.Into.Thin.Air.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Hurtom_track3_[eng]

Tonight we are going to tell
the story of a woman...

who disappears into thin air.

By the way, have you noticed
that thin air seems to be
the type of air...

most conducive
to disappearances?

There, certainly, is a fact
well worth knowing.

Now, in case
you seem to recognize
parts of the story...

don't be alarmed.

It is familiar because
it is a classic of its kind.

Many, many people
have borrowed this legend...

quite profitably, too.

Two novels have been written
about it...

and it has been made
into a motion picture
called The Lady Vanishes.

Once by no less a personage
than Alfred Hitchcock.

It was also related
by Alexander Woollcott
in his book...

While Rome Burns.

Here, following our sponsor's
all too brief message...

is our version
of that famous old tale.

Now I had better
get out of the way
to enable you to see better.

May I have a bit
of thin air, please.

How much?
That is combien?

Here.

Merci, mademoiselle.

Bonjour, madame.
Bonjour, mademoiselle.

I can't understand
why I feel so tired. I was
perfectly well on the boat.

Five minutes more, Mother,
and you can rest.

[speaking French]

I'm afraid
we don't speak French.

Do you.... Does anyone here
speak English?

Forgive me, mademoiselle.

I was asking whether
you had reserved rooms.

We're extremely busy
at this particular time.

Yes, we reserved by cable.
Six weeks ago from India.

Winthrop.
Winthrop.

[speaking French]

Forgive me.

I am afraid we can
only give you one room,
instead of the two...

that you have requested
in your cable.

Paris is so crowded
with the visitors
who have come to see...

our great World Exposition.

However, we can--
Yes, thank you.
That'll do nicely.

Please.

[bell dings]

[speaking French]

[door opening]

[speaking French]

It's a lovely room.

And look, Mother,
an ormolu clock almost exactly
like ours at home.

And those wonderful
velvet curtains.

And that
old-fashioned four-poster.

Yes, dear,
it's a lovely room.

You are tired
aren't you, dear?

Just rest over here
in this chair
while I turn the bed down.

Allow me,
mademoiselle.
Thank you.

Now darling,
we'll have you in bed
in a moment.

Later, dear.
I'll undress later.

[sighs]

(Diana)
Thank you for coming
so quickly.

I am right here in the hotel,
for the convenience
of the guests.

But tell me...

when did your mother
first complain
of feeling tired?

It was on the boat train
to Paris. We thought
perhaps it was the heat.

And you say you have come
from India?

Yes, we stopped
to see the Exposition
on our way home.

And now, with Mother
feeling so ill...

I almost wish we had gone
straight to England instead.

[moans]

Pardon me.

Just a little fever.

Doctor?

Doctor?

We have
a small problem.

The medicine
which I require
must be prepared...

and I'm afraid you will not
find the chemist shop
open so late at night.

Therefore, it is necessary
to procure the necessities
somewhere else.

Now, my wife,
she is....

She is licensed by law
to dispense the medicine.

So you will take a message
to her, mademoiselle...

and bring the medicine
back here to me.

I'm sorry, but I cannot
leave the hotel right now.

So you will take a fiacre.
No.

Madame is right.
Not a fiacre
for so young a girl.

But I have it.
I shall send you
in my own carriage.

The driver knows the way,
he will bring you there
and back safely.

Couldn't you
send a messenger?
Oh, no, Madame.

A messenger cannot be trusted
with all the city en fete.

I'm sorry that we do not have
telephone facilities
in our home...

otherwise, my wife would be
enchanted to bring you
the medicine back here.

I'll be back soon, Mother,
you mustn't worry.

I will make certain that
Madame is well taken care of
while you are gone.

Au revoir.

You mind waiting here,
mademoiselle,while I get
all the medicine?

It will take a little time.
So, please have patience.

(Diana)
Thank you.

[ticking]

I regret, mademoiselle,
the long delay.

But you see the medicine
must be prepared
with great care.

Yes, thank you.
Merci.Goodbye.

I must hurry back
to my mother.

[clock dinging]

It's taken so long.
It's nearly midnight.

[telephone ringing]

Bonsoir, mademoiselle.

[telephone continues ringing]

May I have my key, please?
Number 342.

[speaking French]

I'm afraid you've forgotten.
I don't speak French.

Whom does mademoiselle
wish to see?

I want the key.
The key to my room.

But, the name, please.

Winthrop. Miss Winthrop.
I'm here with my mother.

Winthrop.

Winthrop. I am sorry,
mademoiselle...

a thousand pardons,
but I do not....

Perhaps mademoiselle
has mistakenly come
to the wrong hotel.

Oh, good heavens.

This is the right hotel.

I remember it.

I know you.

Don't you remember,
we asked for two rooms
and you had only one?

Why, I signed that register,
right there.

I am sorry, mademoiselle,
but see for yourself.

Number 342, MonsieurDuchesne.
He has been with us
for some days.

The city is crowded
with visitors.
There is much confusion.

You have merely mistaken
the identity of your hotel.

It happens frequently,
mademoiselle.

I have not mistaken the hotel.
I remember you,
I know my room number.

My mother is up there now.
She's very ill
and I must go to her.

Mademoiselle....

I cannot permit you.

MonsieurDuchesne
retired early,
he must not be disturbed.

I don't believe you.
I know she's there.
Please, Mademoiselle.

Why, that porter over there.
He carried up our bags.

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

This young lady
wishes to know
if you remember her.

[speaking French]

No, I have never
seen her before.

But you have.
You carried up our bags,
just this evening.

No, mademoiselle.

The doctor.

He sent me for this medicine.
He'll tell you. He's probably
with my mother this minute.

I am sorry, mademoiselle,
but the doctor is not here.

He will not be back
until morning.

I can't believe he'd send me
for medicine and then...

go away
before I came back with it.

Mademoiselle,I beg of you.
Think.

It is impossible
that you are
in the right hotel.

The maid. Where's the maid?

She'll tell you.
She'll remember, I know.

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

Mademoiselle...

we will be glad to provide you
with a room for the night.

You should wait
till morning, and then...

perhaps try to remember
from which hotel
you have wandered?

The lateness of the hour--
I certainly do not....

I must find my mother.
She's ill.

It's not a thing
to be put off
until morning.

Good evening.

Do you remember,
in Room 342...

when you took my mother's hat,
and asked
if there was anything else--

342?

There is a gentlemen
in 342.
A MonsieurDuchesne.

Don't you remember me?

My mother was ill.
I am sorry, mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle,
may I conduct you to a room.

There you may
compose yourself...

and perhaps in the morning
you may recollect.

What am I going to do?

Where is my mother?
She will no doubt
find you, mademoiselle.

Meanwhile, number 254
is a very nice room.

You think I can go to bed,
not knowing what's become
of my mother?

Mademoisellemust realize
that her memory is at fault.

However, if you wish
to go and inquire
at other hotels....

But this is the hotel.

Perhaps you're right.

I'm very tired.

I should go to bed and think.

There must be
some explanation.

Certainly, mademoiselle.
Of course, there is.

When you are rested,
you will consider and reveal
the truth to yourself.

After you, mademoiselle.

Now, mademoiselle,you should
go to bed immediately.

You will feel
much more restored
in the morning.

Perhaps.

[sighs]

Bonsoir, mademoiselle.

You'd better
get some rest now.

Yes, thank you. Goodnight.

What's happened?
What can have happened?

Where's my mother?

I know it's the right hotel.
I remember
all of those people.

All, but that doctor.
I did sign the register.

There has to be
an explanation.

I'm not going out of my mind.
No, certainly not,
Miss Winthrop.

As you say, there must
be an explanation.

Perhaps--
I clearly remember
all those people...

who now choose to deny
they ever saw me before.

I'm afraid.
I must have help.

The Embassy will help you,
of course.

I think the best thing to do
is to get in touch with
your relatives in England...

and arrange--
I wont leave Paris
without my mother.

My dear Miss Winthrop,
what possible reason...

could the people
at the Madeleine Hotel have
for such a conspiracy?

I should very much
like to know that, too,
Sir Everett.

Yes, I see.

Of course you were quite right
to call me in, Farnham, but...

I think...

I think you can handle
the situation yourself.

Yes, you're in good hands,
Miss Winthrop.

Mr. Farnham will assist you
in every way possible, and...

good day.

He thinks I'm insane.

Mr. Farnham, do you believe
a single thing I've told you?

I'm going to believe
everything I possibly can.

Now let's begin
at the beginning.

Meadows, please put through
a trunk call to Marseilles...

and inquire whether
a Mrs. Herbert Winthrop...

and Miss Diana Winthrop
arrived on the Lafayette...

on August 18th
and took the boat train
to Paris.

Yes, sir.

You don't even believe
she was with me.

Certainly I believe
she was with you,
but we're going to prove it.

Don't you think
it'd be wise...

to have one of your relatives
in England come over here
to help you.

There isn't anyone
but Aunt Minerva.
She is 75 and deaf.

By all means, send for her.
I see.

You are alone, aren't you?

My mother is alone, too.

She's ill, maybe very ill.
She's disappeared.

She hasn't even
got the medicine
he sent me for.

Where did he send you
for it? Would you know
how to get there again?

No, I'm afraid not.

A closed carriage
took me there
and brought me back.

Is this the medicine?
Let's unwrap it.

Perhaps the label will say
where it came from.

Miss Winthrop,
this isn't medicine.

This is a small bottle
of Vittel Water.
You could've....

It could have been
bought anywhere.

But, that's what she gave me.
The doctor's wife.

And she made me wait
nearly two hours for it.

Why?

[door opening]

Sir, the steamship company
says that Mrs. Winthrop
and Miss Diana Winthrop...

arrived in Marseilles
on the 18th...

and were booked through
to Paris on the boat train.

Thank you, Meadows.
Yes.

Now, won't you come
to the hotel
and talk to these people?

Of course, right away.

What else can we say,
monsieur.We do not
recognize this young lady.

Nobody here. Not the porter,
not the maid.

It is evident
that mademoiselleis suffering
from delusions.

You do know
where she is, you do.

Monsieur,may I suggest
that you seek competent
medical aid for Miss Winthrop.

Mr. Farnham,
you don't think that I....

Everybody seems
to think I....

Good day, gentlemen,
and thank you.

I suspect you haven't
had any breakfast.
Come along.

[horses approaching]

She kept me waiting...

until I remembered
the clock striking 12:00.

I'd been there for....

The telephone.

The doctor.

The first doctor told me
he had no telephone.

That was why
I had to take a note...

because he couldn't
communicate with his wife.

And then when I was leaving
the telephone rang.

The doctor's wife
was at the door with me,
and it rang...

she shut the door
as quickly as she could
but I could still hear it.

That's all very interesting.
But, you see, you were
the only one who heard it.

I don't see how we can use it.

Oh.

I know.

Why didn't I
think of it before.

I know exactly how that room,
number 342, looks.

I've never been
to Paris before.

I couldn't possibly know
what it looks like, could I?

If I'd never seen it?
If MonsieurDuchesne had been
in it for several days.

That's quite true.
Tell me exactly
how the room was.

It had green damask drapes...

rose-patterned wallpaper...

an ormolu clock.

A sofa in gray, a gray rug,
a little oval
satinwood table...

and a big four-poster bed.

I think that's all
I can remember.
Oh, yes, a lamp.

Come along, let's have a look
at that room.

They won't let us see it.
They wouldn't let me
in last night.

They will today.

Voici, mademoiselle.

(Diana)
Clock and everything's
all different.

The best thing for you to do
is to get to London
where you can rest...

and leave us to make inquiries
into the disappearance
of your mother.

It's no good staying here
and torturing yourself.

Very well.

The Embassy will make
all the arrangements...

and I'll get you tickets
for tomorrow's boat.

We'll take you a room
in some quiet hotel
for tonight...

I'm sure you don't want
to stay here.

I never want to see
the place again.

Just a minute,
I'll ask the clerk.

The clerk says
the Marie Antoinette
is a nice quiet hotel.

I've taken a room
for you there.

[brush swooshing]

Painting the hotel.

Yes, sprucing it up
for the Exposition
very likely.

Changed my mind,
I want to stay here.

Oh, no, surely not.
You'd much better--

I'm sorry, but I do.
Now, wait.

I've changed my mind.
I'd like to stay here tonight.

Here, mademoiselle?
Yes, here.

But I....

If you think--
Miss Winthrop, please.

Is there any reason
why I can't stay here?

No, none at all.

I want Room 342.

No, it's reserved.

It's taken.

However I have one equally
pleasant for mademoiselle.

Is it as large?
Yes, larger, perhaps.

In that case, you can give it
to whoever has reserved
Room 342.

Oh, no. Impossible.

I'm sure they didn't write
and ask to reserve Room 342.

They merely asked
for a large room.

In that case,
I can't see why
I can't have Room 342.

Is there any reason
why she shouldn't have it?

Why it's irregular,
most irregular.

The rooms
have been assigned--

I won't keep thinking
it's the same room
if I'm in it...

and can see that it isn't.

We don't insist, of course,
but Miss Winthrop has had
a frightful experience.

If it would comfort her
to stay in the same room...

I cannot see
why you should object.

It is a matter
of indifference to me,
I assure you.

However, it is
quite expensive.

Oh, is it very expensive?
Perhaps I'd better not.

Could I just look at it?
Maybe I'm being foolish,
but I must be sure.

Very well.

Mademoiselle?

I just can't decide.
Mr. Farnham,
what do you think?

Do you think that
having more room would be
worth the extra expense?

On the other hand,
I don't know how long
I shall be here.

Look!
Mademoiselle.

There's the old paper.
That's the pattern
I described to you.

They've changed this room,
re-papered it.

Mademoiselle,
that is ridiculous.
Pay no attention, monsieur.

Oh, I knew it.
It even smells new.

Can't you smell
the wallpaper paste,
Mr. Farnham?

Feel the wall. It's cool,
it's not even dry yet.

Where is she?

What have you done
with my mother?

What's taking so long?

How could she have died
so quickly?

Why won't they
tell me anything?

Try to hold on, Diana.
I don't know
what it's all about either.

They won't talk
to anybody but Sir Everett.

He'll be here in a moment,
just a moment.

[door opening]

Sorry to have
kept you waiting,
Miss Winthrop, but....

Sit down.

But this is
a very singular...

very difficult....

What is it, Sir Everett?
Tell me, please.

Miss Winthrop,
let me say first that we,
the Embassy...

would never for a moment
have countenanced this,
never, but...

we've been presented
with a fait accompli.

There's nothing
we can do about it.
About what?

About what?

The doctor saw at once
that your mother
was very ill...

very ill indeed.

He sent you
on this wild goose chase...

to give himself time
to make arrangements for her

to be transferred
elsewhere secretly.

Arrangements?

Why did they have
to be secret?

I know it's hard for you,
my dear. Very hard.

I'm trying to explain
the best way I can.

You see...

before you got back
to your hotel...

your mother had already died.

But how could she?

She was perfectly well
in the afternoon.
I know, I know.

You must understand we don't
condone their actions,
not for a moment.

But one can see
why they did what they did.

They spent millions
on their Exposition...

the city is full of visitors,
the hotels are full of guests.

Why did they all lie?
The maid, the porter.

Why did they want to pretend
she had never come to Paris?
To obliterate her?

They were only
obeying their orders.

As soon as the doctor
reported your mother's case
to the authorities...

the French government
stepped in quickly, and gave
everyone explicit orders.

Government?

Why? My mother hadn't done
anything wrong.

Where is she?

I want to take her home
to England.

No, my dear.

No, I....

I'm afraid
that isn't possible.

You see...

your mother
died of plague.

The bubonic plague.

And that completes
our offering for tonight.

However, I am not giving up.

Next week I plan
to stage a comeback.

I shall present another
in our series
of situation tragedies.

Good night.

Oh, incidentally...

I thought the little
leading lady was rather good,
didn't you?