All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S01E07.Breakdown.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Hurtom_track3_[eng]

Good evening.

I've been reading
a mystery story.
I find them very relaxing.

They take my mind off my work.

These little books
are quite nice.

Of course, they can
never replace hardcover books.

They're just as good
for reading...

but they make
very poor doorstops.

Tonight's story
by Louis Pollock...

is one that appeared
in this collection.

I think you will find it
properly terrifying...

but like the other plays
of our series, it is more
than mere entertainment.

In each of our stories,
we strive to teach a lesson
or point a little moral.

Advice like mother
used to give, you know.

Walk softly,
but carry a big stick.

Strike first
and ask questions later.

That sort of thing.

Tonight's story tells about
a business tycoon...

and will give you something
to ponder if you have ever
given an employee the sack.

Or if you intend to.

You'll see it after
the sponsor story,
which, like ours...

also strives
to teach a little lesson
or point a little moral.

To be perfectly frank...

I think there's very little
chance of our being
interested in the project...

unless this new angle
you mentioned...

drastically alters
the picture.

However, I'll be happy
to discuss it with you again
when I return to New York.

[phone ringing]

I'm driving back this time,
so I won't be there
until Thursday, the 17th.

You can get in touch with me
the following week
at my office.

Yes, he's here.
Cordially, etc.

It's long distance for you.
Your office in New York.

Thank you.

Hello. Yes, this is he.

Oh, hello, Hubka. Hold on.

That'll be all.
I'll stop by your desk
and sign them later.

Yes, sir.
Ed.

Cigarette.

Go ahead, Hubka.

I explained that in my note.

Didn't you get my note?

Yes, Mr. Callew.
I have it right here.

But it says I'm being let go
to conform with Mr. Merling's
new sales setup.

That's right.

But the sales
don't have anything to do
with accounting, Mr. Callew.

I can chart results
of any type of selling.

This just doesn't make sense.

It may not make any sense
to you, Hubka, but I'm afraid
that's up to Mr. Merling.

But, Mr. Callew,
I don't know....

What am I going to do?
This is so abrupt.
And unexpected.

I can't--

Good Lord, man, you're not
being sent to Siberia.

You've got six months'
severance pay,
and there are other jobs.

No. No, Mr. Callew.

There aren't for me.

Don't you see...

after all these years
the company is....

It's just like
it was our own business.

My whole family,
even the children,
feel they belong to it...

and it to them.

I just can't go home
and face them if this is true.

Listen, Hubka--
Don't you see?

It's the upset.
It's the suddenness.

If a thing like this
can happen...

then I can't be sure
of anything.

Anything.

This is the last...

the very last thing I thought
could happen, Mr. Callew.

[sobbing]

Mr. Callew?

Operator....

Operator, we've been cut off.

Operator, we've been cut off.

We've been cut off.

Can you imagine that?
He was crying.

(Ed)
I heard him.

I hate that kind of weakness.

What do you expect,
three cheers?

After all, the bottom
has just dropped
out of the man's whole world.

He didn't have
to weep about it.

You should show some control
over your emotions.

Well, I suppose so,
within reason.

But it's not such a good idea
to try to control them
beyond a certain point.

He may have saved himself
from something worse
by breaking down now.

Saved himself from what?

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe from killing himself.

Maybe from hating you.

Maybe even from
trying to kill you.

What, shall we trap
a marlin this afternoon?

Well, I guess so.

If they're running,
I may even stay till tomorrow.

You just can't sit on
the beach and relax, can you?

I'd go nuts trying to do
nothing but nothing.

(man#1)
Come on.
(man#2)
Snap it up.

Get over there.

(man)
Come on,
get on the truck.

Snap it up.
Get over there.

[humming sound]

[screaming]

[crashing]

(Callew)
What is it?

Why is everything so fuzzy?

It's like....

Like dust on my eyes.

How could that be?

Hey, I can't close them.

I can't....

I can't move. Anything.

I can't feel. It....
I'm paralyzed.

But maybe,
maybe if I concentrate....

No.

No, it won't work.
I can't move.

I'm....

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute now.

It won't do any good
to get in a sweat.

I'm alive at least.
And I'm not in pain.

There's a little feeling
of pressure on my chest.

Or in it, or something.

My head feels kind of...

tilted back a little,
too, somehow.

But nothing hurts.

And there's no use
worrying about what's wrong
with me now.

I'll find out
when they get me out of here.

It won't be long.
Somebody'll come soon.

So I'll just lie and wait.

That's all I can do.

At least I can see.

It's lucky I'm not looking
right at the sun.

It's so quiet.

[birds chirping]

Am I deaf?

No. No, I can hear.

Those are birds.

It's just quiet.

Very quiet.

Where is everybody?

It must have killed the guards
but not the prisoners,
all of them.

Maybe they went for help.
Probably just escaped.

Well...

somebody'll come before long.

After all, it's a detour
on a main highway.

But what if they
opened the highway
right after I passed?

What if I was the last one
on this detour?

Then it might be....

No, that's too fantastic.

(man#2)
It's okay. Ain't nobody here.

Looks like clean pickings.

(man#3)
Yeah, come on. Let's hurry
and get out of here.

Man, man,
was they clobbered.

(Callew)
Good. That wasn't long.

Him, too.
Yeah.

I must look pretty bad.

We better get started.
We may not have much time.

Here. Get those tools
out of the back.
Right.

(Callew)
What are they doing?
Why aren't they moving me?

Have to do something to
the car to get me out,
I guess.

Hey, don't light that.
Don't you smell that gas?

Gee, yeah.
I never thought.

(man#2)
Wanna burn everything up?

(Callew)
Burn. There's a thought.

What would happen
if they did burn me up?

Would I merely,
at a certain point,
lose consciousness?

What are they doing?
Why should it take so long?

Take it easy.
Okay. That's good.

(man#1)
Hey, how are you doing
back there?

Okay, how are you doing?
I'm almost done.

(Callew)
Who's that?

[tools clattering]

It's somebody.

Why doesn't he do something,
say something?

This is crazy. I don't get it.
Maybe they don't know
I'm alive.

Maybe they just came
for the car, but what with?

I didn't hear a car
when they arrived.
They must have come on foot.

You about through?
Just about.
Wait'll I get these bags out.

They didn't come to help.
They're just here to loot,
to strip the car.

They live nearby
and heard the crash.

Come on. We better get out
of here before somebody comes.

Right.
Here, we're coming.

(Callew)
They're gone.

Why wouldn't they look at me?
They should have checked.

Don't they even wonder
if I'm alive?

They could've telephoned
for help and still have
kept the stuff.

No one would know.
I wouldn't care.

Ain't nothing wrong
with your idea except
not having it soon enough.

There goes the clothes.

We'll take a look
around, anyhow.

(Callew)
Now what?

Who is it?
Have they come back?

Ain't nothing left.
They took everything.
They sure did.

(Callew)
It's somebody else.

But who?

Look at that poor fella.

That wheel really
got him jammed in.

Yeah, broke his neck, too.

Hey, you reckon
he's still alive?
No.

If we had a mirror,
we could tell.

Just hold it
in front of his mouth
and see if it clouds up.

Why don't you just
feel my pulse?

Let's get him out of here.
Yeah.

Yes, get me out.
Listen to my heart.
You'll see.

Come on, get in here
next to me.

Put your feet up here.
Now push this.

Okay.

What happened?
Oh, they moved me.

I didn't feel it.
Except maybe....

Maybe a little less pressure
in my chest.

Now if they'll--

You think he's alive?

Of course not. With his eyes
open like that? Are you crazy?

But I am. Listen
to my heart. I am alive.

Seems like I kind
of seen something shining
in them eyes.

That's just the sunlight.
Then what'd you
move him for?

What good that
gonna do if he's--
For his clothes, man.

What do you think
we done come back here for?
His clothes.

How far you think we gonna get
in these jailhouse duds?

They gonna catch us, boy.

My clothes. Of course.
They're prisoners and they
need clothes for their escape.

They all ran when they saw
the guards were dead...

and now these two
have come back,
looking for clothes.

So I have
to lie here while....

I've had about enough of this.

Is there nobody around here
but criminals and ghouls?

There goes my coat.

Shirt, too, I guess.

Wallet, identification,
everything.

Somebody will hear about this,
I promise that.

Leaving me out here
all this time, while....

I'll knock some heads together
down this way, you bet.

If I can't do it,
I'll find someone who can.

And this character who's
stripping me, I hope....

I wonder what he looks like,
who he is.

Well, if I ever run
into him again,
he'll wish he'd....

(man#1)
Come on, boy...

I want to get out of here
before the Sheriff shows.

And don't think
you're getting any
of these clothes.

(man#2)
Don't worry, you got them.
I'm keeping them.

I've done a lot of things,
but I never robbed
a dead man.

Come on, shut up.
Get out of here.

Well...

no use getting worked up
about it.

Can't help anything.

Awfully quiet now.

I guess they were company,
in a way.

Funny that I can miss them.

It's just that it's so silent,
I guess. And lonely.

Well, it can't be much longer.

When the prison truck
doesn't show up,
somebody'll come...

and they'll get me
out of here.

But wait....

If I look so dead to
all those others, suppose....

No. They're bound to check.
Even these yokels would.

But if they didn't?
If they just assumed....

And went ahead to bury me.

If they tried to prepare
my body....

No. They can't.

Now, wait. Hold on.

Now hold on.

It won't help me
to get panicky.

I've got to take it easy.

I've got to think.
I can handle it.

Just have to figure a way
to get their attention
when they come, that's all.

If only I could move...

move a little bit.

My feet...

hands, my face.

If only I....

What's that?

I hear something.

It's a finger.

I'm tapping my finger.
I'm sure of it. It's moving.

All right. I can move a finger
and make a sound.

Now.

Now, when they come,
all I have to do is tap.

[tapping]

[engine humming]

Have to pull the convertible
off to get these three out.

Okay. I'll hook onto it.

That prisoner we caught
sure never lied when he said
it was a mess, did he?

Looks to me like--
I believe
it's worse than...

that pileup at Farley's Bend,
huh, Sheriff?
Yeah, I believe it is.

Look at this one.

(Callew)
They're here. These are
the people. Now's the time.

Looks like
his neck's broken.

[engine revving]

(man)
Sure never mattered
that Doc Horner

was out on a call, did it?

Nothing for him to do here.
No. Might as well
load this one in.

(Callew)
They can't hear it.

They can't hear it
with all this going on.

Well...

maybe when they move me
one of them will see it.

All right. Look.

Look at my finger.

Look at my finger, look at it.
It's moving. I'm sure it is.
Just look.

Look. Oh, why don't you look?

Now the truck has stopped.

They're taking the bodies out.

That's three. I'll be next.

(man)
Pretty bad wreck, huh, Lloyd?

(Lloyd)
Sure was. Killed four of them.

(Callew)
When they take me in,

they'll put me on a table
or something.

It'll be in a good light.

(man)
Caught any
of the convicts yet?

(Lloyd)
Just one.

(Callew)
They can hear the taps
in there all right...

and they'll be looking
right at me.

Reckon they'll have to get
the bloodhounds after them.

Shouldn't wonder.

Well, good night.

(Callew)
All right. Here we go.

I'll start tapping
on the way in.

[wheels squeaking]

[footsteps echoing]

(Callew)
Those wheels.
Why don't they oil them?

(man)
Over there?

(Chessy)
Yeah, bring him this way.

Here, this'll do.

Well, I guess that's all.
We'll just leave him on
the stretcher for the night.

(Callew)
Wait, wait. No.
Come back. Listen.

Listen.

[door closing]

They're gone.

All night.

All night I'll be alone
in the dark.

But it's all right.
I can do it.

I'm not going to break down.

They'll be back in the morning
with the coroner.

It'll be light,
and they'll have to look at me
then to sign....

To sign the death certificate.

There'll be no
squeaking wheels, no motors.

They'll hear the taps
and they'll see.
It'll be all right.

It's just...

so long and so dark.

But it'll....

It'll be....

(Chessy)
Well, there they be.

(coroner)
Yep. Well,
let's take a look.

When they get the coroner's
jury convened out front...

I'll bring them back
to view the bodies.

But after
the preliminary evidence...

I'll have to continue
the inquest until we....

(Callew)
What's this?

It's so....

Must be a sheet.

They put a sheet over me.

And I've been asleep.
Or passed out.

(coroner)
This the other guard?

(Chessy)
Yeah.

You gonna give me
a burial certificate
on all these now, Doc?

(Callew)
They're here.
That's the coroner.

They're uncovering the--

All but the one from
the New York convertible.

Give you a death certificate
on him, if you want.

Anytime.
This is the convict.

They haven't looked at me yet.
They can't have.

As soon as they move
the sheet, I'll tap.

It's quiet.
They'll have to hear.

They'll have to hear.
They'll have to see.

Any word on
the New York fellow yet?

Not yet.
Might hear today.

Let's look at him.
Come on. I'm ready.

Now.

What is it?

What is it? It won't move.

I can't hear it. It doesn't
feel like it's moving.

What's the matter?
I can't move it.

Chest crushed. Extensive
internal injuries, probably.

That steering wheel
must have crushed him.

Yeah, there's a bad condition
at the base of the skull where
the spine makes its entry.

What's wrong? I'm trying.
I know I am.

Now, when he could save me....

But, no, I'm lying on it.
They moved me...

I'm lying on it.
I can't move it now.

I'll never move it now.

Oh, don't. Don't go.
Look at me.

Take my pulse. Do something.
Don't leave me.

Chessy?
Yeah?

Looky here.
What is it?

Look at there, in his eyes.

Never seen that before.
Like it was a tear.

Man, it is tears.
He's crying.

He's alive.

Hurry and get blankets
while I get my bag
from up front.

(coroner)
Why didn't somebody
check this man?

It's all right.
Don't worry, fellow, we know.

You'll be all right.
We'll take care of you.

[crying]
Thank God.

[sobbing]

Thank God.

Well, that was a bit
of a near thing.

He reminded me
of my own situation.

Imagine if you can,
the terror of being inside
a television set...

knowing that any moment,
the viewer may shut you off...

and being powerless
to prevent it.

And I go through this
every week.

My only consolation is that
some portions of our program
are so fascinating...

that they hold
the viewer spellbound.

Such an episode
follows immediately.
And then I'll be back again.

There now, that really
held you in suspense,
didn't it?

For more of the same,
I recommend you tune in
next week at this time.

I shall see you then. Bonsoir.