02x10 - Jonathan

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Hiya.

I'm not Hitchcock.

I'm Alfred, his stand-in.

Someone has to stand here
while the lights
and the cameras

are adjusted
and all that stuff, see?

And the old boy
just don't have the time.

I got the job
'cause I look like him.

That's what they say,
but not to my face.

I see they're rolling him in.

You suppose
I'll look like that
when I'm his age?

That will be all, Alfred.

Arrivederci, daddy-o.

Cheeky fellow, isn't he?

Unfortunately, he may soon be
more than a stand-in.

We are planning to send out
a second company to tour
the provinces,

and Alfred will play my part.

Which brings us to
tonight's thrilling shocker.

It is called "Jonathan".

Everything Jonathan
ever told me I remember.

Even what he said
about the water
in the boathouse.

Was I five or six
when I asked him about Mother?

"The waves," he said.
"Your mother's dying
was like the waves.

"Drawn away by a tide,

"no longer an individual wave,

"but once again
a part of a total surface. "

Every important moment
of my life

is a moment
I had with Jonathan.

Every incident,

everything in this room
is a memory of Jonathan.

This table,
we made it together.

It took nearly six months,
because Jonathan insisted
it had to be perfect.

And this,
for the men's doubles
at the club.

We'd lost the first set,
and were down four games
in the second.

And Jonathan looked at me
with that funny little grin
he had, as much as to say,

"All right, Gil,
it's all right.

"There's still time,
and we can do it!"

And we did.

We were the perfect team.

Why, I wouldn't even
call him "Dad" or "Father,"
like other kids did.

To me, he was always Jonathan.

Jonathan,
I was right about Rosine.

She made you think
I was spoiled
and unreasonable.

Gil!

Well...

I expected you hours ago.

Hello, Rosine.
I read your wire
on the way down.

"Jonathan dead.
Please come. In sorrow. "

Couldn't you even use
the whole words?

Well, I tried to call you
while he was ill,

but nobody could
locate you in Mexico.

Then yesterday
he had a relapse,

so I took a chance you'd
gone back to the university
and I wired you there.

"In sorrow. "
I liked that part.

I thought
that was the best part.

Gil.

I know how you must feel.

On top of everything else,
you're probably exhausted
after that all-night drive.

I stopped at
the funeral parlor
on the way down.

He looks fine.

"Well laid out," I suppose
that's the right phrasing.

I delayed the funeral
to wait for you.

That was
very thoughtful of you.

The man in the grey
flannel shroud,

the usher,

told me it'll be tomorrow.

"Tomorrow," he said.

And all the while
he was looking out the window,

seeing how they were doing
with the big, black limousine.

They're getting it shined up.

By tomorrow,
they ought to have
a pretty high gloss on it,

don't you think, Rosine?

You know,
this isn't pleasant
for me, either.

Jonathan lies in a box
and you're left with nothing.

Nothing but your youth
and your looks.

The car and this house,

and the furs and the jewels...

No, it isn't pleasant for you
at all, is it, Rosine?

I'm trying to remind myself
that you're his son.

And it's for that reason
that I'm not gonna
lose my temper, Gil.

Does your heart
feel heavy that

he's lying in the vault
next to my mother?

Do you feel badly that
there's room for Jonathan,

but there is no room for you?

Well, maybe you want
my little niche, too.

Huh?

You've taken
everything else.

Take that,
and you're welcome to it.

We made such a perfect team
in everything.

Tennis,

golf, swimming, everything.

All these cups...

And you won them all
together, I know.

Do you?

Do you really know?

Yes.

Yes, I know how much
you meant to each other.

You never gave me
a chance to forget it.

I remember
when we won this one.

This was the doubles
at the men's club.

It didn't take you long,
Rosine, to tie him in knots.

Or untie me.

Gil, that was
for your own good.

He wanted you to have
friends your own age

to live your own life and
stand on your own two feet.

So you could stand on his.

Well, he was entitled
to something of his own, too.

"Something of his own, too. "

I remember when he said
the same words.

I thought they were his words,

and something inside of me
d*ed when he said them.

They were your words,
weren't they?

From the very beginning,
they were your words.

I remember when it was.

We were out on the lake,
Jonathan and I,

and it was just
when we were coming up
to the boathouse.

Here we...

Jonathan.

The pills are
in my shirt pocket.

You all right?

That's better.

The old gray mare.

Now, you see,

I've been warning you
for a long time

to get yourself
a younger partner.

A team's only as good
as its weakest player,

and it looks like
I've just about had it.

But I can remember a time
not too long ago

when I could take you at least
three out of four sets
on the tennis court.

Yeah!

Three out of five,
Jonathan.

All right.

I could swim
with you on my back
out to that island.

Bring me home, too.

Yeah.

Look, son, when you go back
to college next week,

I want you to make friends.

Not like last year,
understand?

I'm not going back, Jonathan.

What do you mean
you're not going back?

Look, I talked to Dr. Mack
about your heart.

Oh.

Oh, he told you, huh?

Well, then, now, come on.

He also told you that

this wasn't too serious,

provided I took it easy.

Sure I could go on for years,

but not with you
hanging around here,
watching every move I make.

No, sir,
back to school for you,

and this time, you're
gonna be one of the g*ng

and mix with the fellows.

Dad, I hate school.

I hate the fellows in it.

Now you give it another try.

It'll be all right,
you'll see.

But they're so immature,
they're so stupid.

Jonathan, compared to you,
they're...

Well, they're
just plain dull!

That's very flattering, son,
but it's not the case at all
and you know it.

But it is.

Look.
Yeah?

Suppose that
I forget school.

Suppose that you and I
take off somewhere,

like Mexico.

Mexico?

Look here, young fellow,
I've got an office
and I work in it, remember?

How do you think
I support us?

I'm sorry.

No, son, I want you to go out
and meet some nice girls

your own age, have a ball,
have...

I don't wanna be
with girls my own age.

What would you do
if I went off
and I led my own life?

Well, I'd

probably settle down
and then marry again.

Marry?

Gil,

your mother d*ed
years ago.

And during that time,
I never thought
I could meet another woman

that I would really care for.

Well, I thought
that you and I had
such a great life together

that you wouldn't
even want...

Sure, son.
Of course we do.

But, you know, when a man
gets to be about my age,

he misses having a woman
around to fuss over him,

put him in his place.

Besides, a man is entitled
to something of his own.

You know such a woman?

Yes.

Oh.

And you intend
marrying her,
is that it?

That's right.

Son, I didn't mean to
break this news to you

just like this,
but maybe it's better...

It's all right.
I mean,

very surgical,
the operation was a success.

There was
hardly any bleeding.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, son.

Who is she?

My secretary.
I think you'll like her.

She had a pretty rough time
from her first husband.

What does she look like?

I think she's very lovely.

When are you
getting married?

Next month.

That's why I want you to begin
developing your own life,

be with your friends,
with kids your own age.

"Kids my own age!"

Gil, you just don't...

Oh, she fooled you!

Wasn't it enough for you that
she was married before?

She did not fool me.
She loves me very much,

I love her,
and so will you!

Well, I hate her!

And I always will hate her.

And I wish she were dead.

There is nothing I could do
to prevent you
from marrying Jonathan.

I couldn't compete
with you, Rosine.

Well, I tried
to be friendly, Gil.

I'll see you
at the funeral tomorrow.

You're not staying here
in the house?

With you?

You hate me
that much, huh?

All right.
I'll go to a hotel
and you stay here.

Well, after all,
he left you the house.

It belongs to you.

You know the contents
of the will.

That's interesting.

Yes, he read it to me
last year.

I see.

Well, Rosine, I shan't ever
live in this house again.

You may have it.

The tennis courts,
and the lake,
the lock, stock and barrel.

Isn't there anything
you wanna ask me

about your father?

No.

But how did he die?
And why?

Where were you, Rosine,
when he had a relapse?

No questions.

Just the overwhelming,
driving need to know

how did you manage
to k*ll him?

Here you are.

Go ahead, drink it.
It'll do you good.

Sherry.

That's kind of
an unusual drink for you.

Why?

It's so mild.

You see,

I knew about your drinking,
Rosine, the week
after you married him.

I didn't wanna say
anything to him

because I knew how much
it would hurt him.

Well, I doubt
if he'd have believed you.

Like most of your ideas,
that's a fantasy

in your mind.

'Cause I drink neither more
nor less than most people.

Well, I thought

the funeral was very simple
and dignified, didn't you?

Just the way
your father would've liked it.

It was a good show, Rosine.

Can't you say one sentence
that isn't horrible?

All through the whole thing,
from the mock sermon

to the mock tears,
I watched you.

I could see the wheels
going around inside your head.

"Jonathan Dalliford is gone.

"In a few more moments,
mourning will be
officially over.

"Sorrow will be
officially ended... "

I don't have to
listen to this.
I think you'd better.

Will you stop
threatening me?

Stay here, Rosine.

Now,

my father was
a very wealthy man,

and he left
not only you, but me,

very well provided for,

so that I don't have to
worry about anything
for the rest of my life,

except the answers to some
very important questions.

Where was his lovely wife

when he had a relapse?

Oh, I think you already know
those answers, don't you,
from Dr. Mack?

Now, weren't you satisfied
with his answers?

You fooled Jonathan.
You probably found it easy
to fool Dr. Mack.

How did you k*ll him?

I didn't.

My father did not die
from a coronary.

Oh, you're questioning
Dr. Mack's word?

You must have done it
before I left for Mexico.

Why did you go
to Mexico, Gil?

Now you knew that
Jonathan and I were
coming back from our vacation.

We expected to find you here.

Why did you run off
to Mexico?

That ought to be obvious.

Couldn't stand being here,
and watching you...

My friend, Don,

I really put him through it
that last day.

He was staying here
in the house with me.

He was very anxious
to meet you and Jonathan.

I put an end to that.

I was right here
in this room.

Well, where the devil
did you disappear to?

Town, shopping.

Intelligently, I can see.

More intelligent than this
is the jalopy I just bought.

Jalopy?
Yeah.

It's out in the driveway.

Let's hope that it gets us
to Mexico City.

Mexico City?
Have you flipped?

It was you who praised
the virtues and the vices
of Mexico City.

Well, sure, but I...
All right, let's take off.

We'll drive down, have a ball
and stay through the summer.

What's this all about?

You invited me up here
as a guest until Labor Day.

Yeah.
Well, it's been swell,

but your father and Rosine
get home tomorrow...

I don't wanna be here
when they arrive.

Look, Gil,
it's none of my business,
but don't you think...

Don, you want to
go down or not?

If not, fine,
you stay here,
you greet them.

I'll go down alone.

All right.
I'll go with you.

Buddy.

Hey, let's not
leave that behind!

This is a present.

French brandy.
Very expensive.

Enough to drown
the sorrows of a lifetime.

Not for us.
A present?

It's their first anniversary,
day after tomorrow.

I thought you told me
Jonathan never drinks.

Oh, no. He doesn't.

But his wife likes a few more
than he suspects.

I don't get it.

Well, don't you?
Jonathan doesn't drink.

Well, with this,
the lady will know
that I'm wise to her drinking.

Come on,
let's go look at the car.

And so, Rosine,

I spent all those dull weeks
in Mexico City,

came back to school
and got your telegram.

Well, that's interesting.
It doesn't answer my question.

Oh, it will.
I'll be back in a few days.

Well, where are you going?

Back to college,
close up my room,

say goodbye
to formal education.

Quitting?
Yep.

Why?

I only stayed
in the first place because
Jonathan wanted me to.

Now I have enough money
not to have to study
medicine or law,

or even industry.

At present, I'm interested
in only one profession.

Criminal investigation.

Don't you think
I have a flair for it?

Good gracious! Mr. Gil.

You startled me.
Hi, Mrs. Duffin.

I didn't know you were
expected home tonight.

Well, I wasn't.
Is Mrs. Dalliford in?

No. She left hours ago.

She didn't even
have her dinner.

It's a good brand, Gil.

Oh, don't you want
to keep it?

Oh, Gil.

Now you're gonna
leave me here all by myself.

This big house
with all my money, hmm?

Here. Now you take that.

You hold it. Cherish it.

Well, you've been wondering
what happened, haven't you?

But you've been
a little too afraid to ask.

You know now
or do you want me
to tell you?

Yes, I was fond
of Jonathan.

I really tried to make
that marriage work.

The two of you were so close
that it was a little

difficult for anybody else
to get into the game.

And I guess we both knew
that the marriage
wasn't gonna work

if it broke the two of you up
completely.

Come here.
Look at me.

Well.

You were pretty smart.

But not quite smart enough.

Oh, Gil, if you'd only
been here to greet Jonathan

instead of running off
to Mexico,

now, you would've seen that
he couldn't do without you.

He didn't really need me.

See, you almost won
and you didn't even know it.

Because you hated me
more than you loved him.

So before you went to Mexico,
you bought me
that nice bottle of brandy.

Oh, I appreciated that gift.
I saved it.

You know, Jonathan used to
brag about how well
you were doing in chemistry.

He said that you had
finally found something
that really interested you.

And he was so right,
wasn't he, Gil?

You know,
Dr. Mack prescribed
alcohol for Jonathan

after he had his heart att*ck.

So I used to give him
a highball every now and then.

Oh, he enjoyed that.

He was getting so much better.

He was so excited about
your coming back from Mexico.

Making all sorts of plans
for the two of you.

Which didn't include me.

Well, then I knew
you'd won,

and I'd be left with nothing.

So I just suggested that
he have one little drink
of your brandy.

From that bottle
that you intended for me.

Well, I had noticed that
the cellophane was torn.

There was just that
tiny little pin prick
in the cork.

Took hours for it to work.

I thought maybe
I'd been wrong about you.

But I hadn't.

Oh, now,
why did you do that?

I wasn't going to
turn you over
to the police.

After all, they couldn't
possibly have anything on me,
could they, Gil?

I didn't put the poison
in the bottle.

I was just following
doctor's orders.

So it was you, Gil.
You k*lled Jonathan.

You're going to have to
remember that
for the rest of your life.

Those of you who like to see

nasty people receive
their comeuppance,

will be delighted with
the result of tonight's tale.

Gil took his story
to the police,

and he and Rosine
were promptly punished.

She for m*rder,
and he for intent to m*rder.

There is, however,
a brighter side to all this.

Both have become
model prisoners.

This concludes
tonight's divertissement.

But please remain tuned
to this channel.

I am not familiar with
the program which follows,

nor the one after that.

But I have seen the story
we are presenting next time,

and I think
it's worth waiting for.

Good night.