04x28 - The Impossible Dream

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Good evening and
please watch the birdy.

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

That is why I am 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 subjects 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 is continually refused my
invitation to sit for a portrait.

But perhaps a candid sh*t.

I can hardly expect you to be serious.

You underestimate me.

Yes, but darling, you just throw
him over in a couple of weeks.

So why tire yourself?

You're not very amusing, Howard.

Cause 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 going to
give you up for any...

(g*nshots)

Cut.

All right.

Very nice, Mr. Matthews, very nice.

Shh...

Leave that.

I'll do it thank you.

Mr. Matthews asked me...

Never mind what Mr. Matthews 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 Mr. Matthews.

He should leave those things to me.

I've almost finished packing.

You're going to have a glorious
weekend Mr. Matthews.

I'm sure of it.

I must say I thought the
scene went rather well.

The scene was the
test for me, Miss Hall.

That I ever consented to play a
role in which I become a corpse

in the first reel of the pictures
even more detestable.

And then, I allow myself to work
in support of my brother Rob.

That's the final proof
of my humiliation.

You used to like Miss Robin.

Oh yes, when she was young and
beautiful, of course I like her.

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 Robin

as people out of some
fairy story come to life.

I saw your films any
number of times.

I 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 then you 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.

And perhaps honesty is often ugly
and bitter, but it's got to be faced.

As I face it.

You think I enjoy facing
the truth about myself?

You think I like looking in this
mirror and seeing not a man

but this 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?

About those misfits you
pay a dollar for writing?

Oh, Mr. Matthew!

Yes I know your little secret.

I've known it for a long time now

but the truth must be faced, Miss Hall.

This is the truth.

For once I was a prince.

I was a king.

Another 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 Realty Corporation.

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

You who pack my belongings
sees me off on weekend.

You who stands by and tells
me it seems 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 of school girls 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 pity you,
because it's hopeless.

I don't mean to be harsh.

I don't want to be.

Get a life of your own.

You mustn't live through mine.

You're an intelligent sensitive woman

and intelligence and
sensitivity are rare quality.

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. Matthews,
I thought this was Mary Robin's room.

Who's that woman?

Her name is Mrs. Dolan,
Grace Dolan.

She works in wardrobe.

Apparently she had a
terrible time last year.

She was devoted to her daughter,
who was quite pretty, I heard and

she suddenly d*ed.

There were 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. Matthews.

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

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. Matthews.

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, are you sure there's nothing else?

Sure!

Mr. Matthews?

Nice for leaving the door open.

You're learning.

Glad you got my
message in 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. Matthews.

Can't you say hello,
it will k*ll you?

I see little point in observing
the amenities.

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 crud.

Always dreaming about the past.

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

I find the past has perfection
as 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 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 and...

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.

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 that would 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. Matthews.

Oh, let's not get into that.

Am I a little jealous to 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.

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 the 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 m*rder.

For the last time, Mrs. Dolan,
I did not m*rder your daughter.

Well, what did you do than if not that?

My Janice would be alive today if
you'd married her, wouldn't she?

She would have been happy
she might have had a kid

and don't you ever forget it.

Your weekly visits prevent my
ever forgetting it Mrs. Dolan.

I think we better end this discussion.

Just give me my cheque, Mr. Matthews,
and let me get out of here.

You ruined my weekend already.

There isn't going to be a cheque 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 cheque.

Because they can't be exchanged.

Because I'm broke.

You expect me to believe that?

Maybe I'll show you my cheque book.

My savings account.

Bank statements.
Look 'em over.

Mr. Matthews, do you know
what I got in this bag?

I'm afraid I do.

I got letters, Mr. Matthews.

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

Every crummy newspaper
and scandal magazine

pay me pretty good to
get their hands on these.

You know that Mr. Matthews?

I'm aware of it.

Your career doesn't mean very much now,

but it means even less without
with these out in the open.

I know.

Well

I'm glad you do.

Because that means

you're gonna write me out a cheque

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

And since this is Friday

I won't cash the cheque 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. Matthews?

You make yourself...

...very plain.

Good.

Because that means that you
walk over to your desk now

and write me out of a cheque and
we'll have no more hanky-panky.

Okay Mr. Matthews?

Okay?

You act as if...

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
some place 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, this point is simply this,
I'd like to commemorate our new friendship.

I like to toast it.

Okay.
What have you got?

Oh, vodka, scotch, gin.

Creme de menthe?
Green?

I think that can be arranged.

Creme de menthe, green.

On the rocks?

Very good, Mrs. Dolan.

Say uh...

Why don't you call me Grace?

As long as we're rather
be bad friends, right?

You call me Grace,
and I'll call you Oliver.

As you wish.

Why don't you browse
through my records,

you might find something
a little more modern.

Okay Oliver.

Now why 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.

Aw, don't pay any attention to him.

I want to go home!

You're getting to be such a moldy fig.

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 refuse to let me
go with you to the airport.

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

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.

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...

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 a dream

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.