All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S04E28.The.Impossible.Dream.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

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Good evening, and
please watch the birdie.

Actually, we couldn't afford
a birdie for you to watch.

That is why I'm here.

My camera is a new one,

and I'm quite
proud of it.

Oh, this?

This is an
attachment of my own.

I find it invaluable for
making the subject sit still.

It's really
quite effective.

My prints turn
out perfectly.

It's just the people
who need retouching.

Now, I see it is time
for a word from someone

who has continually
refused my invitation

to sit for a portrait.

But perhaps a candid shot.

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I can hardly expect
you to be serious.

You underestimate me.

Yes, but darling,
you'll just throw him over

in a couple of weeks,
so why tire yourself?

You're not very
amusing, Howard.

Because I'm not
trying to be.

I won't give you up,
Terry, it's that simple.

I need you too much,
I want you too much.

I'm not gonna give
you up for any--

(gun firing)

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Cut.

All right, that was great.

Everyone, let's pack,
that's it for tonight.

Very nice,
Mr. Mathews, very nice.

Shh.

(indistinct chattering)

Leave that.

I'll do it, thank you.

Mr. Mathews asked me--

Never mind what
Mr. Mathews asked you.

You're here to take care of
his wardrobe for the film,

not his packing,
that's my province.

It's quite the wrong
way to pack shirts.

I'm sorry, but I was only
carrying out the orders

from Mr. Mathews.

He should leave
those things to me.

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(door closing)

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(door opening)

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I'm almost finished packing.

You're gonna have a glorious
weekend, Mr. Mathews.

I'm sure of it.

I must say, I thought the
scene went rather well.

The scene was
detestable, Miss Hall.

That I ever consented
to play a role

in which I become a corpse

in the first reel
of the picture

is even more detestable.

And that I allow
myself to work

in support of Myra Robbins.

That's the final proof
of my humiliation.

You used to like
Miss Robbins.

Oh, yes, when she was
young and beautiful.

Of course, I liked her.

But all that's
wearing rather thin.

Don't you think you should
take your sedative instead?

You know, I used to picture
you and Miss Robbins

as people out of some
fairy story come to life.

I saw your films
any number of times,

and followed your
career slavishly.

And still do.

You know, Miss Hall,

you ought to find
yourself a man.

You're drying up.

Pretty soon you'll
have fewer chances

than you've had
in the past.

You needn't be cruel.

Oh, stop being
a sentimentalist.

I'm not being
cruel, Miss Hall,

I'm being honest.

Yeah, perhaps honesty is
often ugly and bitter,

but it's got to be
faced, as I face it.

Do you think I enjoy facing
the truth about myself?

Do you think I like
looking in this mirror

and seeing not a man,
but his wreckage?

Still I face it,
I look at it.

Even though once
I was a star,

and the whole world
was in love with me.

The whole world is
still in love with you.

Don't be absurd,
Miss Hall!

What evidence
can you offer?

Those morbid valentines
you call "fan letters,"

written by yourself,
or by those misfits

you pay a dollar
for writing?

Oh, Mr. Mathews.

Yes, I know your
little secret.

I've known it for
a long time now.

But the truth must
be faced, Miss Hall.

And this is the truth.

Once I was a prince.

I was a king,

and I had a
palace on a hill

that royalty would
come and marvel at.

But now, who am
I, Miss Hall?

What am I?

What have I?

I'm a beggar who must be
grateful for a week's work.

And my palace has dwindled
to a crumbling ruin

controlled by the
Cahuenga Realty Corporation.

Oh, no, no, I have one
more thing, Miss Hall.

I have you.

You, who packs
my belongings,

sees me off on weekends.

You, who stands
by and tells me

a scene's going rather well,

when I know quite well
it's going very badly.

And who dreams
impossible dreams

that even the angels
must laugh at.

What kind of dreams?

The kind schoolgirls dream,

of marrying and moving
into worlds beyond them.

Get away from
me, Miss Hall.

Find yourself
somebody else.

And if I said there couldn't
be anyone else, what then?

Then I'd pity you
because it's hopeless.

I don't mean to be
harsh, Miss Hall.

I don't want to be.

But you have a
life of your own.

You mustn't live
through mine.

You're an intelligent,
sensitive woman.

And intelligence
and sensitivity

are rare qualities.

Don't waste them.

If I seem angry with you,

it's probably because
I've seen so much waste.

I can't bear
to see any more.

Understand that,
Miss Hall.

Please try.

You must!

What do you want?

Oh, I'm so sorry,
Mr. Mathews.

I thought this was
Myra Robbins' room.

Who is that woman?

Her name is Mrs. Dolan,
Grace Dolan.

She works in Wardrobe.

Apparently, she had a
terrible time last year.

Oh?

She was devoted
to her daughter,

who was quite
pretty, I've heard,

and she suddenly died.

There are all sorts of
stories about what happened.

I'm not in the least
interested in studio gossip.

How long will
it take you

to get that
through your head?

Your vacation will do you a
world of good, Mr. Mathews.

The change will work
wonders, I'm sure of it.

Oh, are you, Miss Hall?

Yes, you can sit
in the sun in Mexico

and rest and relax,

and in a week you'll
be a different person.

You're so certain of
things, Miss Hall,

sometimes you amaze me.

I try to be helpful,
Mr. Mathews.

Are you sure you
don't want me

to go to the
airport with you?

I'm positive.

You usually like me to.

I know the way, Miss Hall.

And what will you
do with the car?

There's a
perfectly good garage

across from the airport.

I thought I'd drive
it back to the house

after your plane leaves.

It won't be necessary.

Now don't look
so sad, Miss Hall.

I'm giving you
a vacation too,

so take advantage of it.

Are you sure
there's nothing else?

Sure.

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Mr. Mathews?

(door closing)

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Thanks for leaving
the door open.

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You're learning.

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I'm glad you dug my
message at the studio.

You needn't have
been so obvious.

I just didn't want you
to forget we had a date.

I wouldn't have
forgotten, Mrs. Dolan,

you can be sure of that.

You can't be sure of
nothing, Mr. Mathews.

Can't you say hello?

It would kill you?

I see little point in
observing the amenities.

Not at this late date.

Ooh, very touchy today.

Can't you ever buy
any new records?

Something a little
more up-to-date maybe?

If you don't
mind, Mrs. Dolan,

I like this one.

You are such a creep.

Always dreaming
about the past.

Don't dismiss the past
so easily, Mrs. Dolan.

I find the past
has perfections

the present has
yet to equal.

Sure, sure, I know,
no taxes, no television.

No graying hairs.

No sagging chins.

Well, the past may have
been great for some of us.

For others, like me,
it wasn't so hot,

and I'd just as
soon forget it.

Hey, what is this?

What's what?

You promised to put my
Janice's picture here.

I gave you a
picture of her

to put with the rest
of your girlfriends,

and you promised, now what
did you do with it, huh?

Shut that drawer!

Hey, wait a minute.

I said shut that drawer!

Now, hold on, hold on.

Hold on, mister, don't
you raise your voice

to me like that.

I'm not one of your slaves,

like your Miss
What's-Her-Name?

Get away, Mrs. Dolan.

What is this?

Oh, nothing,

it wouldn't interest you.

Give it to me.

Everything interests me.

What is it?

It's a medicine,
if you must know.

A sedative to
help me sleep.

Guilty conscience?

Look, just give it to me.

You should have a guilty
conscience, Mr. Mathews.

Oh, let's not
get into that.

Well, my little Janice
would be here today

if it weren't for you.

Mrs. Dolan, we are none
of us beyond reproach!

Now what does that mean?

Whatever you want it to.

Hey, what are you
insinuating, anyway?

Don't you know?

That I threw my
Janice at you?

Didn't you?

I thought you'd be
good to my little girl.

Good and kind...

And help her along on her
way to a dazzling career?

She could have been a star,
my little girl, a star.

But I should have known
better than to think

you could ever help her.

Yes, you should have.

That didn't
give you a right

to treat her
the way you did.

Mrs. Dolan, as
I said before,

we are none of us
beyond reproach.

Oh, sure, that's a fine
way to dismiss a murder.

For the last
time, Mrs. Dolan,

I did not murder
your daughter.

Well, what did you
do then, if not that?

My Janice would
be alive today

if you'd married
her, wouldn't she?

She might've been happy,
she might've had a kid,

and don't you
ever forget it!

Your weekly
visits prevent

my ever forgetting
it, Mrs. Dolan.

I think we'd better
end this discussion.

Yeah, that's the attitude.

Just give me my
check, Mr. Mathews,

and let me get
out of here.

You've ruined my
weekend already.

There isn't going to
be a check this week,

or any week from now on.

What do you mean?

I mean exactly what I say.

There isn't going
to be a check,

because there
can't be a check,

because I'm broke.

You expect me
to believe that?

Look, I'll show
you my checkbook,

my savings account,

bank statements,
look them over.

Mr. Mathews, do you know
what I've got in this bag?

I'm afraid I do.

I got letters,
Mr. Mathews.

Letters you were dumb enough
to write to my little girl.

Every crummy newspaper
and scandal magazine

will pay me pretty good to
get their hands on these.

Do you know that,
Mr. Mathews?

I'm aware of it.

Your career doesn't
mean very much now,

but it'll mean even less
with these out in the open.

I know.

Well, I'm glad you do.

Because that means

you're gonna write
me out a check

whether there's any
money to cover it or not.

And since this is Friday,

and I won't cash the
check till Monday,

you'll find some way,

if you have to beg,
borrow or steal,

to see that it is
covered when I do cash it.

Do I make myself
plain, Mr. Mathews?

You make yourself
very plain.

Good.

Because that means

that you'll walk over

to your desk now, and
write me out a check,

and we'll have no
more hanky-panky.

Okay, Mr. Mathews?

Okay?

You actors are
all the same.

You rant and you rave and
you put up a big bluff,

but when the chips are
down, you're all the same.

Chicken, honey.

Chicken.

-Here you are.
-Attaboy.

Now, see that it don't
bounce on Monday.

Oh, Mrs. Dolan.

Don't go.

-Stay a moment.
-What is this?

Well, unless you have
someplace special to go?

You know I don't.

Then at least
stay for a drink.

I don't get it.

Let me put it this way.

By this set of
unfortunate circumstances,

we are bound
together, right?

Right.

Well, since we are
bound together,

I do think we should
try not to be enemies,

or even bad friends.

What's the point, sonny?

Well, the point's
simply this,

I'd like to commemorate
our new friendship.

I'd like to toast it.

Okay, what have you got?

Oh, vodka, scotch, gin.

Crème de menthe, green?

I think that
can be arranged.

Crème de menthe, green.

On the rocks.

Very good, Mrs. Dolan.

Say, um, why don't
you call me Grace?

As long we're not
gonna be bad friends,

why, you call me Grace

and I'll call you Oliver.

As you wish.

Hey, why don't you
browse through my records?

You might find something
a little more modern.

Okay, Oliver.

(laughing)

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(clanking)

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Now, what did you turn
the lights on for?

Don't be such a square.

Leave me alone.

There's a guy
prowling around.

Let's go home.

Oh, don't pay any
attention to him.

I want to go home!

You're getting to
be such a moldy fig.

(engine roaring)

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(groaning)

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(bubbling)

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I was wondering when
you'd be getting back.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you
the same question.

I was under the impression

that you were
flying to Mexico.

I changed my mind
at the last minute.

So I see.

I fancied you might

when you refused to let me
go with you to the airport.

I'm very sensitive to
your moods, Mr. Mathews.

You see, I know.

Miss Hall, I haven't
the slightest idea

what you're talking about.

Certainly you do.

I'm referring to Mrs. Dolan,
her daughter, and yourself.

I've always known.

You're not as careful at
covering up your tracks

as you should be.

I also know about tonight.

I followed you to
Mulholland Drive

when you left the house.

Please don't bother
to wash that glass.

It's deplorable, I admit,

but I couldn't
control my curiosity,

any more than
I could control

picking this up
as a souvenir.

What do you want?

Can't you guess?

I'm afraid I
can't, Miss Hall.

Well, I'm not going
to turn you over

to the authorities,

if that's what's
worrying you.

Not unless it's necessary.

Nor do I want money.

What is it then?

I want you to make what you
called "an impossible dream,"

possible after all.

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I can hardly expect
you to be serious.

You underestimate me.

Yes, but, darling,
you'll just throw him over

in a couple of weeks,
so why tire yourself?

You're not very
amusing, Howard.

I'm not trying to be.

I won't give you up,
Terry, it's that simple.

I need you too much,
I want you too much.

I'm not gonna give
you up for any--

(gun firing)

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And they lived
happily ever after.

You see, Oliver also
had an impossible dream,

and it also came true.

His dream was that
he and Miss Hall

would be caught
and convicted

and sentenced to separate
penal institutions.

And now, before I return,

I want you to
meet a gentleman

who, though never dreamed,

has become quite impossible.

Thank you, sir,

for that unsolicited
testimonial.

I also wish to thank

Alfred Hitchcock Productions,

makers of fine
suspense stories,

for relinquishing a
minute of their time.

Next week, we
shall all be back.

Until then, good night.