All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S04E34.A.True.Account.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

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Good evening.

Please don't be alarmed.

This is just a routine checkup.

(air whooshing)

It seems to me she could
take my blood pressure

with a tire gauge.

If you don't care
to watch the details

of my physical examination,

perhaps you would enjoy
perusing my doctor's collection

of x-rays of prominent
personalities.

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The following is a
true and full account

and hereby sworn to
by me, Paul Brett,

attorney-at-law:

Some time ago, my records
will show the exact date,

I was just preparing
to leave my office

when my secretary came in
with an unusual request.

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Can you take a minute
to see a Miss Cannon?

No appointment, no reference.

What does she want, who is she?

Advice, I imagine.

She's young and attractive

and a lot more tense
than she lets on.

I thought you just said she
didn't have any references.

She doesn't.

Oh, I didn't think mine
counted for anything.

Well, when you get through
housecleaning, send her in.

Will you come in, Miss Cannon?

Won't you sit down, Miss Cannon?

Thank you for
seeing me, Mr. Brett.

I'm afraid I'm urgently
in need of legal advice.

Well, let me give
you some right away.

Lie to anybody you want
to, except your lawyer.

Isn't that a little
premature, Mr. Brett?

I haven't told you anything yet.

Well, you said your
name was Miss Cannon.

You are wearing a wedding ring.

Oh.

My maiden name was Cannon.

If you don't mind,
we'll leave it there.

This interview seems to be
getting off to a bad start.

Why did you come to see me?

I was told you're the best
criminal lawyer in town.

Thank you--now, suppose you
tell me what your problem is,

we'll decide if
we want to proceed.

What does a person do
if she knows a murder

has been committed?

Well, I would say
that if for any reason

she can't report
it to the police,

she should confide
in her lawyer.

Before my marriage,
I was a private nurse.

I had a patient
named Mary Hughes.

She was bedridden, and had been
that way for several months.

Naturally, she was inclined
to be irritable and demanding.

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(doorbell buzzing)

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I thought you'd forgotten
about my medicine.

Oh, Mrs. Hughes, you really
didn't think that, did you?

You were just
hoping I'd forget it.

Well, you were late
with my lunch today.

You haven't been
eating very much lately.

I thought I'd try to make your
tray a bit more appetizing.

Here we are.

Take this.

It's vile.

I'll never get used to it.

Here's your chaser.

And your sleeping pill.

I'll try to make you
more comfortable now.

Anything else you'll
be wanting tonight?

Yes, my husband.

Tell him I want to see him.

I'll send him right
up, Mrs. Hughes.

Goodnight.

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Is Mr. Hughes
still in the study?

Yes, he is, Miss Cannon.

Thank you, Miss Simpson.

Goodnight.

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Come in.

Mrs. Hughes is waiting
to say goodnight, sir.

Of course.

Nurse, does she seem
any better to you?

Doctor says she's
making progress.

Good.

Mr. Hughes,

I wonder if she mightn't do
better with another nurse.

Why do you say
that, Miss Cannon?

Your wife doesn't
seem to like me,

and I find that a patient does
better if she likes a nurse.

If you'd care to change,
I'd certainly understand.

Please, believe me, Miss Cannon,

I know it's been
difficult for you.

My wife is not an easy patient.

It's not your fault.

But if she'd be
happier with another--

We've already had
two other nurses.

No one has done
more than you have.

I know that, and I'm
sure that, in her heart,

my wife knows it, too.

Please, will you stay?

Of course I will.

Good.

(whimpering)

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Hello, Doctor,
this is Miss Cannon.

Can you come over
immediately, sir?

Yes, she seems to be in a coma.

Mary, Mary.

I understand, sir.

Five cc's--I'll do my best.

-What's happening?
-Thank you, Doctor.

-What's happened, nurse?
-She's had a relapse.

The doctor will be
over in a few minutes.

Mary, we're right here.

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The death of his wife
seemed to leave Mr. Hughes

in a state of collapse.

He had no other
family, so I stayed on

until the day after the funeral.

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Miss Cannon, I can never repay
you for everything you've done.

Especially this
last week for me.

This is just a slight token.

Mr. Hughes, I can't accept this.

This is for much
more than you owe me.

Miss Cannon, you've earned
every penny of it, believe me.

No, I couldn't, really.

Please.

I'd like you to take it.

Thank you.

I hope we don't lose touch
with each other completely.

Thanks again for everything.

Goodbye, Mr. Hughes.

Bye.

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Alice?

Yeah?

Do you want an apple?

Yeah.

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How do you like this shade?

It's pretty bright.

It looks as though
your toes are on fire.

You know, speaking
of painting toes,

I think I'm going to
paint this apartment.

Red.

Well, anything but
this hospital white.

Don't you think we've
got enough of that--

Hello.

Oh, hello, yes,
she's right here.

Just a minute.

Your service.

Hello?

Yes.

Mr. Gilbert Hughes?

I have the address.

All right, thank you.

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I can see the apartment's
not gonna get painted.

I hope it's nothing serious.

He's was so upset
about his wife's death,

he probably hasn't been taking
care of himself properly.

I had a patient like that once.

He jumped off a bridge.

(birds chirping)

Mr. Hughes!

Then, you're not sick.

No.

No, not me.

Won't you please come in?

Is it your housekeeper, then?

No.

I hope there hasn't
been a mistake.

My service said that
you needed a nurse here.

May I?

Please forgive me for
using a subterfuge,

but I couldn't think of
any other way of asking you.

Asking me what?

Well, I have two tickets
to a concert this evening.

I thought you might
enjoy having them.

Well...

This is absurd, isn't it?

What I really want to say is,

would you like to go
to the concert with me?

Yes.

What?

I said yes.

You mean, all I needed
to do was ask you?

That's all.

Well, then...

shall I pick you up at your
place about 7:00 tonight?

Will that be all right?

Certainly, that'll be fine.

Well.

Oh, uh, don't you
want my address?

(laughing)

I feel like a rat
leaving you with all this.

Why don't you wait till tomorrow
when I'm off and I can help?

Don't think I wouldn't,
but I have a better offer.

Huh, one guess, Gilbert Hughes.

Mmm-hmm.

He offered to come
and help me today.

What's with you two?

The way you toss
and turn at night,

you're making all the
motions of a lovesick cow.

Oh, now really, Alice.

He's just a lonesome man
who needs companionship.

Oh, don't give me that.

A concert is companionship,

a dinner is a flirtation,

but painting this room,
honey, that's love.

I think he's serious about you.

Get out of here or you're
gonna be docked an hour's pay.

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-Oh!
-Oh!

Hello, Mr. Hughes.

Good afternoon.

I was just leaving.

Hail and farewell.

I hope I didn't
frighten her away.

Men don't frighten Alice.

I see you've started without me.

Mmm-hmm.

Hmm, I like the color.

Uh, Alice picked it up.

I want you to wear this

because I don't want you
to ruin your new suit.

Oh, how did you know my size?

Oh, I'm just clever
about things like that.

Well, where do you
want me to start?

Well, I figure this is your
territory right over here.

There's your paint
and your brush.

Mmm-hmm.

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It was nice of you to
come and help me today.

Well, I, uh...

I particularly wanted
to see you today.

I'm...

I'm going away.

I'm closing the house.

It's rather
unexpected, isn't it?

Well, I...

I only decided
today, but it's...

it's been building up for weeks.

I just can't stand
it any longer.

Can't stand what?

Well, living alone
in that big house.

I spend so much time by
myself and it isn't good,

so I'm going away.

Where?

I don't know.

How long will you be gone?

Well, I...

I hadn't thought about it.

But, would you
consider coming with me?

I mean...

What do you mean?

Oh!

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What a terrible mess
I've made of it.

Have you ever received
a more ridiculous,

clumsy proposal of marriage?

Hmm?

Frankly, I really
can't say I have.

(laughing)

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Well, when--

when we've finished painting,

may I try again?

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That's a very charming
story, Mrs. Hughes,

but it seems to have gotten
away from your original point,

which was murder.

But I haven't finished yet.

I believe my husband
murdered his first wife.

You see, right from the start,
I knew she shouldn't have died.

She was making progress.

Well, possibly you
have a feeling of guilt.

But, then isn't
that perfectly normal

in any young, dedicated nurse?

I did everything
possible for her.

Nevertheless, she died.

Yes, but nothing
you've told me so far

proves she was murdered.

What evidence have you to
support such a conclusion?

It began after our honeymoon.

The moment we returned
to that house,

he seemed different.

He'd be on guard,
watching for something.

It's hard to put into words.

He was withdrawn,
difficult to reach.

Well, I would like to
meet your new boyfriend.

I'll tell you what,
I'll check with Gilbert

and let you know
about tomorrow night.

All right, Alice, bye.

Who was that?

Alice.

She wants us to come to
a party tomorrow night.

Oh, you know how I
feel about that girl.

I've asked you repeatedly
not to see her or talk to her.

Please refuse for both of us.

Besides, I'd much rather
spend our evenings at home.

Just the two of us.

But we haven't been anywhere
since we've been back.

Don't you like our home?

Yes, of course.

But it would do
us good to get out.

We don't even go to movies
or concerts anymore.

Aren't you happy here?

But, Gilbert, you won't let
me see any of my old friends.

I really can't go on this way.

Why not?

I don't understand.

-Good morning, sir--mail.
-Good morning, Miss Simpson.

Would you like some
more hot coffee?

No, thank you, Miss Simpson.

Thank you.

My mail is just ads and bills.

I hope yours is more
interesting, my dear.

It's just a letter
from a former patient.

We don't write often,
but we keep in touch.

A man?

Yes.

An elderly man.

I like his wife
as much as I do him.

They just discovered
I'm married

and they'd like to know what
to give me for a present.

Please tell them you have
everything you need, my dear.

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Anything wrong, darling?

Gilbert?

Dear?

Here, baby, drink this,
then you'll go back to sleep.

Yes, I know you
took some earlier,

but this is doctor's orders.

He said you'd have
another dose tonight.

That's fine.

That's fine, Mary.

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See, he shouldn't have
given her the medicine.

He never did.

That was my job.

It's a very difficult
situation, Mrs. Hughes.

You see, there's only
your word for it,

that he said anything
at all in his sleep.

It's going to be impossible
to get confirmation of that.

But I'm certain he killed her.

Well, that may be true,

but we'd have to have more
positive or further proof

before we could do
anything legally.

I can't go on living this way.

I can't sleep, he's
watching me every minute.

Why do you suppose
he married me?

Has it ever occurred to you
that his marriage to you

might have been a kind
of insurance policy?

What do you mean?

Suppose there were
further inquiries

into his first wife's death,

you couldn't
testify against him.

As you know, a wife can't
testify against her husband.

What am I gonna do?

Does he have any idea at all

that you overheard him
talking in his sleep?

I don't know.

But if he ever finds
out, he'll kill me.

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Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust,

but the spirit has returned
to God who gave it.

As we have born the
image of the earthly,

so shall we bear the
image of the heavenly,

cherishing memories
that are forever sacred

sustained by a faith that
is stronger than death.

We commit to the earth all that
is mortal of this, our friend,

in the hope of the resurrection,

and the life of
the world to come.

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My deepest sympathies

on the death of your
husband, Mrs. Hughes.

Thank you.

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At the coroner's inquest,

the verdict was returned that
Hughes had committed suicide

while the balance of
his mind was disturbed.

Mrs. Hughes was
a rich woman now,

and she asked me to act for
her in settling up the estate.

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Well, I would say, you
have no financial worries

for the rest of your life.

Gilbert did love me.

He never intended to harm me.

When I think of all the
terrible things I said--

Don't think about that now.

Why did he kill himself?

Remorse, probably, over having
done away with his first wife.

He did, didn't he?

Well, of course.

Although I suppose we'll
never be able to prove it.

No, I suppose not.

Have you decided
what you're gonna do

about selling the house?

What do you think I should do?

Well, why don't
you take your time

and think about it for a while?

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An important case, hmm?

Very important.

I think.

Right now I don't really know.

All right, I could let
my client go to jail.

I don't think he'd like that.

Yeah, but I don't like him
coming between me and my wife.

All right, then I'll...

I'll go sit way on the
other side of the room

and you can go back to work.

Who can work now?

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

You love to demonstrate
your power over me.

You know what I've
discovered this past month

since we've been married?

Mmm-mmm.

If you had been
born 200 years ago,

you would've been
hanged as a witch.

All right.

I'll be a good
girl, go up to bed

and you can get
back to your books.

I'll be along
in a few minutes.

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Drink this, Mrs. Hughes.

Drink it.

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Another dose.

Drink it.

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Drink this, Mrs. Hughes,

then you can go back to sleep.

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Mrs. Hughes, I know
you took some earlier,

but you have to
have another dose.

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Drink it.

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The foregoing as I've related it

is exactly as my
wife told it to me.

But I know now that she lied.

She gave Mary Hughes
the overdose of medicine

that killed her.

And Hughes did
not commit suicide,

but was poisoned by her so
that she could get his money.

I have no reason
to believe that,

having gotten away with
two profitable murders,

she would stop at a third.

Now I must not permit
either a glance

or a word to give me away.

For if she ever suspects
that I overheard her

talking in her sleep,

she will certainly kill me.

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Mrs. Hughes made
one fatal mistake.

Killing her husband and his
first wife was one thing,

but when she killed a lawyer,

the police simply
wouldn't stand for it.

It's all very reassuring.

This is all of
tonight's program.

Next week, we...

He'll be back in a minute.

(chomping)

...shall be back
with another story.

Until then, good night.