04x15 - A Personal Matter

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Good evening.

My sobriety is under question,
but not in a way you think.

This is a joviality test.

I do this before each
program to test my spirits.

I seem to have passed
with flying colors.

Once again, I wish to welcome you
to Alfred Hitchcock Presents

for another half hour
of group therapy.

I'm told there is nothing like a good
m*rder to work off one's antagonisms.

And if you have
no antagonisms,

our commercials will
create some for you.

Allow me to illustrate.

Hit it.

Hit it again!

Hit it again!

Help him! Pull on it!

Hit it!
Hit it again!

Get me a piece
of shoring! Hurry!

Hurry!

Help me!
Come back here!

Help me! Come back here!
Help me!

Why did you run?

We do not wish to die, señor.

But you don't
care if I do?

Is that how the engineer
I replaced got k*lled?

We are sorry,
Señor Phillips.

We've tunneled feet in
the six days I've been here.

We just lost of it.

Start shoveling.

Come with me, Pedro.

What is this?
A convention?

Señor Rodriguez comes.

Perhaps he brings
you a helper, señor.

Take the jeep and meet him.
I'll be at the infirmary.

Sí, señor.

You need that?

Unless you prefer
infection.

Gauze dressing.

I will come and
see you this evening.

Thanks, Doc.

Take Señor Johnson's
things to the cabin.

Sí, Señor Rodriguez.

You must not be discouraged no
matter what he says about the job.

You make it sound
as though I had a choice.

I remind you
of your word.

Oh, Joe.
Hey, I am sorry.

I just heard.

I will change the dressing
tomorrow, señor.

You'll be
all right now, Joe.

Get yourself another
boy, Rodriguez.

When I came down here six days ago,
you told me you had the equipment

and the personnel
to run this operation.

These guys couldn't
even farm a truck garden.

Joe, I brought you an
assistant. A good man.

A good man doesn't waste his
time on a job that can't be done!

Go down and look at
that cave-in. Look at it!

Talk to him.

My name's Bret Johnson.

Yeah?

You know what m*rder is?

Yeah.

You bought it when
you walked in here.

Look, that
mountain's a k*ller.

Half the g*ng's down
with malaria and dysentery.

It's miles to the nearest
village and no way to get there.

Rodriguez says
you're almost through.

He's almost through.

He's got six weeks to complete that
tunnel or he loses the contract.

How far to breakout?

Seven hundred feet.

The top week before
I came on was .

About two weeks short, huh?

Maybe more.

Well, maybe if we start...

No "we," Johnson.

You.
Hello and goodbye.

Joe! Joe! Look, please,
por favor.

Talk to Johnson. I'm
gonna pack, Rodriguez.

You're flying me
back to Cuernavaca.

Joe! Joe!

Talk to him. Stop him.
Make him stay.

I need him to
finish the job.

That wasn't
part of the deal.

If I told who you are...
Listen, Rodriguez...

All right. You need my
help when you leave here.

We made a bargain.

All right.
But you make him stay.

How?

It's your airplane,
isn't it?

Took over the job?

Yeah.

Staying?

I don't have much choice.

Neither do you.

Why didn't you call me?

I was in the tunnel.

Besides, it's none
of my business.

So why don't you take the
jeep when it comes back?

Take it where?

It was ferried in on a
plane like everything else.

The only road
goes to the airstrip.

He won't leave me
here next week.

He won't have to.
He won't be here.

The plane will.
It brings in supplies.

It brought them today.
Enough for six weeks.

You think that's funny, huh?

Well, maybe the tunnel will change your
mind when we start working tomorrow.

Oh? I thought you were
throwing in the towel.

What do you want me to do? Sit here
and rot for six weeks? I'm an engineer!

I'm gonna find out how
good you are, Johnson.

I'm gonna work you
until you drop.

Isn't it a strange place
for a gal to be?

You'd think
she'd cause trouble.

They respect her.

Mmm. Back home, they'd
be fighting over her.

Down here, they'd be
fighting without her.

How's your hand?

Oh, it's a scratch.

Let me see it.

It's nothing.

It's swelling.

It'll pass.

Better have Maria take a look at
it. It could be bad by morning.

Yeah.

We made feet today.

Got a lot of work
out of your crew.

That's what
I'm here for.

Where'd you work last, Bret?

States.

Yeah, but where?
What job?

Why? What difference
does it make?

Thought we might have
some friends in common.

I know guys
on most projects.

This is the one
that counts.

You think we got
a chance, Joe?

With you here, we have.
Thin, but a chance.

You know, your job,
not many people do.

Yeah, but you're
boss of the job.

Yeah.

Good night.

Maria, excuse me,

Señor Johnson has a bad hand.
Would you take care of it, please?

You are very quiet, señor.

Oh, just tired,
I guess.

The men are tired,
too, but they relax.

I've got the job
on my mind.

I have the feeling you do not
work here because you wish to,

but because you must.

It is not the job you think
of. It is something else.

You're a mind reader, Maria.

A woman's mind is often
mistaken, but not her feelings.

You are unhappy.

You must never regret what you
cannot help or cannot change.

God forgives.

Sometimes men don't.

This is the : edition

of the Lone Star News
from San Antonio, Texas.

Topping tonight's roundup is a
bulletin from Camp Mabry, Austin.

Texas Rangers have asked Mexican
authorities to join in the hunt

for an American engineer being
sought for the month-old slaying

of Dallas building contractor,
Arthur Bronson,

after a violent argument
over safety precautions.

Failure to trap the k*ller has led to the
belief that he may have crossed the border

to seek work in Mexico
under an assumed name.

Mexican authorities have been requested
to check all construction projects...

Were you looking for
my references, Joe?

Here they are.

I thought something
was wrong.

I felt it the minute
you came here.

Now you're sure.

You mind
putting that away?

So you can get yours?

I don't own a g*n.

Let's see.

Get over there, Joe.

Satisfied?

Maybe.

Look, let me set you straight on
how I feel about the Bronson k*lling.

Every engineer in the
business knew what he was.

A hard guy who cared more for a buck
than he did for the lives of his men.

He deserved what he got.

And it'll suit me fine if
they never catch the k*ller.

You did a lot
of people a favor.

I wonder if a jury could be
made to feel the way you do.

They would
if they knew.

Would you gamble
on convincing them?

I guess we understand
each other, huh, Joe?

All I understand is this.

There's no way out of here for
either of us for five weeks.

Until then,
I've got a tunnel to be dug.

And I don't want to dig it
worrying about a g*n at my back.

All right.

It will stay right here
until I need it.

Awake or asleep.

And I'm a light sleeper, Joe.

Hold it! Hold it!

Joe!

Hold it.

This may be the break
we've been waiting for.

Looks like solid rock.
Is that good, señor?

It is if it
goes deep enough.

We can blast anything
over five feet.

Hey, you wanna pull a core?

Yeah, but I want to shore up
tight right to the heading.

While you're shoring, I'll hook
these and run the wire to the box.

I'll be ready to blast
as soon as you're clear.

Or sooner?

You're nervous, Bret.

Yeah, but I'm not stupid.

Until that plane comes,
we're digging a tunnel.

I'm keeping my promise,
you keep yours.

I didn't make any.

I'll run the wire.
You can be nervous.

I'm bossing this job.

Well, finish it then.
Maybe your last.

Or yours.

We'll see.

Pedro.

Help me with the core.

Knock it off.
Knock it off.

Grab some timbers
for shoring.

Has one of the men got a g*n?

I don't know, señor.

It has nothing to do with
the job. I need it for myself.

Miguel. But he treasures
it like his mother.

Pay whatever you have to.
Keep the rest for yourself.

I go right away.
No, no, no!

Tonight, at the party.

No.

Where are you going?

To bed.

Oh, my ears! From the dynamite
today. I could not hear the music.

I don't wonder.

The job is going well?

We moved feet
of rock today.

Do you think
you will finish?

We've got a chance if we
don't have any more cave-ins.

There is trouble, yes?

Between you and Joe?

Whatever gave you
that idea?

I noticed tonight.
And the men talk.

About what?

Why does Joe
buy Miguel's g*n?

What are you
talking about?

Pedro told me.
And you carry one, too.

Why, Bret?

It's a personal reason, Maria.
It doesn't concern you.

When one of you may die, is
it right for that to happen?

Depends on
the circumstances.

Does it?

Good night, Maria.

Get up!

What's the matter?

Get up!

Where is it?

Where's what?

Get those bags up.

Get the bags up!

Now, get over there.

It's outside.

You wanna tear
the outside apart, too?

I'm gonna watch you, Joe.
Every minute.

You can't do anything, Bret,
until the plane comes.

And when it does,
you better move fast.

This one.

Pull a core.

Wedge it tight.

Better wire for a blast.

Help me!

All right. Take it
easy, boy. Take it easy.

Come on, come on!
Shore it!

Get him out. How long do
you think I can hold this?

Help me!

Help me.

Lift it, lift it!

Pick him up.

Pick him up. Come on.

Hurry up!

Take it easy.

Hey!

Take him to
the infirmary.

Well, we're back
to dirt again.

Ah, if that rock
hadn't given out...

Only four days left.
feet.

We're licked, Joe.

Get a crew
in here to dig.

All right.

And I'll grab a couple
of shovels for us.

What's the use of figuring?
We've only got one more day.

feet!
Get the dynamite.

With unshored dirt?

Maybe it isn't all dirt.

If there's even feet of rock
between here and the outcrop...

"If"?

It might hold.

I'm gonna finish this job.

If I go down,
the mountain goes with me.

Pull a core!

Here's luck, Bret.

Luck.

Check it, Manuel.

We made it!

Boy, that really
went for broke!

A day ahead of time.

Yeah.

We leave tomorrow, Bret.

Yeah, I know.

Now, how do you like it?
How do you like it?

You're gonna have to k*ll
me. You know that, don't you?

Why shouldn't I? I told you how
I felt about the Bronson k*lling.

And the juries?

I could've k*lled
you anytime,

and it wouldn't have been like
the way you k*lled Bronson.

So, you're a cop?

I guess I knew it
all the time.

What I don't get is why you
waited so long to take me.

I made a deal with Rodriguez.

If he flew me in here,
I'd let you finish the job.

I k*lled Bronson in self-defense,
Bret. He pulled a Kn*fe on me.

I want you
to believe that.

I do, Joe.

Maybe we can get
a jury to believe it, too.

I'm sure it's obvious to everyone
that my spirits are sagging.

I seem to have
gone into eclipse.

Perhaps we'll both have a
better view after the following.

You should've seen the balloon
drop during that commercial.

I hope it isn't too symbolic.

Next week, I shall return
with soaring spirits

and an uplifting story.

Until then, good night.