All language subtitles for Ironside s01e23 Barbara Who

I thought driving you anyplace any time
was official business.

Only when you're actually on official
police business.

But you never told me to slow down.

Well, I don't know about you, driver.
You were at the wheel, you paid the

You. Know any cops?

None that'll fix tickets.

Chief, this is Miss... I know.

Hello, Barbara.

Hello, Chief.

I almost didn't recognize you out of
your nurse's uniform.

Nurse's aide.

Yes, you, uh... You were very kind to
me.

You were a very sick man.

And a very nice one.

Eve,

why don't you show him where to pay his
fine?

I'll be delighted.

Let's go, lawbreaker.

owe you an apology.

You do?

I meant it when I asked you if I could
call you.

I don't make dinner invitations lightly.

I thought of it often, but... there was
always something going on I couldn't

leave. I understand.

I'm not here to collect on that promise.

I was hoping you were.

It's more than a social visit.

I suppose I really should have gone to
my local police station.

But I wasn't sure.

I think someone tried to kill me last
night.

How? He tried to run me down with a car.

Are you sure?

It wasn't someone drunk or asleep at the
wheel or not watching where he was

going? I thought our eyes met once.

And I'm sure he knew where he was going.

He barely missed me.

Do you have any idea why someone would
want to kill you?

Uh... No, I... I don't know

why.

What does that mean?

Barbara Jones is a name that was given
to me a little over a year ago.

Before then, I don't know who I was.

Thank you.

Right.

They gave me a job.

trained me to be a nurse's aide.

What kind of attempts have you made to
locate your friends or family? None.

There were not even any labels in my
clothes when they found me.

The police sent out some inquiries, but
nothing ever came of them. Just a dead

end. What about your name?

Well, they gave me that at the hospital.

An intern thought I looked like a
Barbara.

Jones is as good as anything else.

You sit here and tell me these stories
as if you were reading off a grocery

list.

I mean, you seem to have adjusted fairly
well. Oh, well, I was in a panic at

first. But that passes.

There's nothing really an amnesia victim
can do but just wait.

It's sort of like being an orphan child
in an institution. You just sit

and hope and pray that...

Someday somebody will come along and
say, you belong to me.

Here's to that day.

Will you help me?

Of course.

Can you tell me how long it will take
you to find those records?

When?

I need them yesterday.

Thank you.

Please make sure Dr.

Banks gets my message.

Hello, Chief.

Good to see you again.

Jim, thank you for coming.

I didn't do it for you.

Hello, mystery woman. Hello, Jim.

I've pulled all the files out in case
you want to see them.

There we are.

A mystery woman found in the street.

I remember the item now before my
accident.

You know, it's funny.

I never connected it with you.

Got much coverage on it? Quite a bit. A
few of the other papers picked it up as

well. I captioned it Barbara Who.

That's what we call her.

The city edition ran a long feature with
all the details.

Yeah, it was on television, too, as I
remember.

Yeah, all the local programs carried it
along with their pictures.

I arranged three appearances on late
-night talk shows.

Nothing. What about Cranks?

Huh?

Well, if you want to count the usual
goose who call in no matter what.

Two old men said she was their daughter.

A hippie claimed her as Mama, and a
weirdo from the hills insisted she saw

climb out of a flying saucer.
Apparently, you did as much as you

I don't know why.

I still secretly keep hoping that she's
like a lost suitcase.

If nobody finds her or picks her up in a
year or so, I get to keep her. Don't be

too eager.

Whoever I belonged to before doesn't
want me back.

Or they still don't know where you are.

Or I didn't belong to anyone.

Jim, are the wire services covered?

Well, it was on the teletype, I know
that.

Whether anybody picked it up is hard to
say.

Have you run a follow -up recently?

Well, the story's dated now.

A fresh angle might interest the wire
services again.

What about my near miss?

What near miss? A car came too close to
Barbara for comfort.

You weren't hurt, were you?

No.

Amnesia victim and near accident.

If you run it, will they pick it up? It
might be worth a try.

I'll do a repeat on all the details of
the first story.

Of course, if she's claimed, I'm going
to be a very sorry man.

Live dangerously.

Bye, Lenny. Bye, Jim.

Dr. Barber, please check at the desk for
some messages.

Dr. Barber, please check at the desk for
some messages.

Hi, Barb. Oh, hello.

Dr. Banks, Chief Ironside. Good.

Shoo the police officer that was in here
with a bullet in his body.

Yes. Doing okay now?

Let's talk about Barbara.

Always a pleasure.

Dr. Banks was in charge of emergency the
night they brought me in.

Well, I was on call.

A surgical resident really did the job.

But Dr.

Banks followed up my case.

Rank had its privileges.

I was trying to follow you.

I've already taken it for granted that
to know Barbara is to love her.

But could I have some facts?

Sure. Um, having heard the facts, will
you excuse me?

The police brought her in.

She had a concussion.

Fractured the ribs, abrasions,
contusions on the face, arms, and legs.

And she responded well to treatment.

Though, uh, not too well to courtship.

What about psychiatric treatment to
restore her memory?

Almost immediately.

And none of the therapy was successful.

Even under narcosynthesis, there was no
response.

Her brain wasn't refusing to remember.

It was incapable.

Meaning? Meaning that her problem is not
hysterical amnesia. It's brain damage.

Is there a chance that that area of the
brain can be repaired?

Well, I'm very sorry to say, practically
none.

Johnny, Mike, pipe down.

Hiya, Barb.

Hi, guys.

Hey, how come football in the house?

He got us grounded.

I did.

It was your idea. You got us caught.

Before I knock you both on your tails,
this is Chief Ironside.

Hello, boys.

Hi. Hello.

Hi, hello.

Hello what?

Sir. That's better.

Grounding is lifted for one hour. Beat
it outside.

It looked good.

Thank you.

This is, um, Steve Ironside.

I'm glad to meet you, Mrs. Patrizzi. I
hope we're not intruding.

Oh, no intrusion.

I only hope the kids don't bother you
too much.

They're nice kids.

Barbara, tell him that. When he wants to
make a point, why ground the kids and

punish me?

I'll get some cheese and fruit.

Oh, please don't go to any bother.

Mr. Ironside, this is an Italian home.

A little wine, huh, Chief?

Nice family.

You want to know how I first saw
Barbara, right?

That's right.

Well, we were in the patrol car.

And Frank, that's Officer Weston, he saw
her first.

She was on her feet, but she was
staggering, you know?

I thought she was drunk.

Anybody could tell she wouldn't be
drunk.

She's a lady.

Smart, smart, smart, smart. You're so
smart.

Why don't you go and ride in the car?

Well, maybe at least I'd make sergeant.

Oh, Mrs. Patrice, you shouldn't have
done all this. That's just a snack.

you. Don't let me interrupt you.

Well, anyway, she was hurt.

Bad. Like maybe somebody beat her up. We
called an ambulance. Made her

comfortable. There was nothing in a
handbag. No labels on the clothes.

Where was this?

Orange Street, near Baker.

Could she have walked far?

It was a wonder she could still stand
up.

That's an industrial area, isn't it?
That's right. We question around, but

there's nobody there at night. Only at
the trucking companies.

Mind going back there to look around?

No, I don't mind at all.

Not before dinner, you don't go. Dinner?

Sure.

All this time we know Barbara, she never
brought a man around.

You don't think we're going to let you
go now, do you?

Excuse me, Chief. Honey, listen.

I'm an officer, right?

He's the chief.

I mean, there are same things you do and
same things you don't do.

They stayed for dinner.

Honey, listen, he's the chief.

Maybe he feels funny about it. Chief has
nothing to do with it.

I'd love to sometime.

If Barbara will bring me back.

But we have a lot to do.

Chopped liver, gefilte fish, matzo ball
soup, chicken.

I thought you ran an Italian home.

Only since I got married.

Mrs. Patrizzi. Shirley.

All right, Shirley. There are a lot of
questions about Barbara that need

answers.

Including the fact that someone may have
tried to run her down.

only been here once since I was found.

Two detectives brought me here to see if
anyone would recognize me.

You weren't able to walk very far that
night.

Either someone drove you here or... Hey!

You think maybe I was dumped here by a
truck like a sack of potatoes?

I would hardly call you a sack of
potatoes.

But shipping you here is a possibility
we shouldn't overlook.

You're serious.

You're really serious.

According to the Patrizzi's, I'm your
new fella.

I'd better be serious.

All right.

I'll tell them not to tease you.

I'm not complaining.

Now, why would somebody drop a lady like
you with all the labels and identifying

marks removed from her clothing into an
area like this?

Maybe the operative word is lady.

You're going to laugh when I tell you
this, but I keep thinking maybe I was a

fugitive from a white slave gang or some
gangster's mall who knew too much or...

Why aren't you laughing?

Because you aren't.

Run out of places to check out tonight,
so I guess I have to let you go.

Would you like to come up for a
nightcap?

Some other time, maybe. You're probably
tired.

Not that tired.

Some other time.

Promise.

Good night.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

You should have gone.

What are you waiting for? I'm waiting
because you're not sure you want to

We could do with some coffee. I'll make
some.

What about the doctor?

He's on his way.

Mark, will you give me a hand?

Sure.

He tried to kill me.

He can't get to you now.

But why?

Bob, why?

We'll find that out when we find out
more about you.

You know, there have been times when
I've been anxious about who I am.

Scared a little when I think about it.

I think I'm getting desperate.

You have nothing to be scared about.

You have nothing to be desperate about.

Oh, I hope so.

Bob, I... I so want to be somebody
you'll be proud of.

Have I gone too far?

But we both may be getting a little
ahead of ourselves.

I'm not.

You know, there was a time when I was so
frightened and alone and

worried, I thought I was flipping over
the edge of sanity.

And then a hurricane hit the hospital.

Robert T.

Ironside with a bullet in his spine.

A man who should have died.

Or at the very least, Lived a very quiet
resigned retired life

Knowing you Watching

you helped me more than I ever helped
you I Fell in

love with you then and I didn't know it
Bomber that wheelchair

doesn't frighten me. You know, there are
problems

Why should we be any different from the
rest of the world?

Well, fingerprints?

None.

Nobody saw him come in.

They heard Barbara's scream, but were
either too scared or too late to see the

man. Barbara's apartment door hadn't
been forced. You might have had a patty.

All right.

Keep some men on stakeout in case he
shows up again.

In the meantime, you'll stay with Eve.

All right. I have a hunch.

It's wild, but it might be right. What
is it?

The area in which Barbara was found,
near the truck terminal.

I don't think anyone would bring her
there in a car.

My hunch is that she came in by truck.

If she did, then we have two people to
look for.

Two? The man who drove the truck and the
man who tried to kill you. Wouldn't

that be the same man? No, the truck
driver, whoever he is, had a chance to

you when he brought you to town or
before.

He didn't then.

Why should he want to now?

Objective number one is to locate the
driver who brought her here.

If we know where she came from, we might
be able to get a lead on who's trying

to kill him. Whoever the driver is, he
either hasn't seen the papers or he's

scared to come forward. Now, how do we
get him to talk? By making him more

scared not to.

We'll find him, don't worry.

We'll find him.

The wire service has picked up the story
of the near accident, but they didn't

run it with her picture.

I don't know how much help that'll be.

I've got a bigger story for you, and
they'll run a picture this time.

What is it?

Deliberate attack on Barbara, a man
hidden in her apartment.

She's all right.

Well, what was he, a burglar or what?

Jim, this was deliberate.

Nothing in the place was touched.

He wasn't there for profit.

He was there for murder.

What happened?

What's this about an unknown truck
driver?

Jim, just print what it says.

Well, I guess I can, but are you really
close to picking up this driver?

You want it from an unusually reliable
source?

Yes. Who?

Me.

You guys see this?

I'm interested.

So you're interested.

You know anything about a driver
bringing in this lady?

No, sir.

Hiya.

You know anything about a driver
bringing in this lady?

I never saw her before.

Well, whoever brought her in better
speak up now.

Hey, it says here you expect to pick him
up soon.

That means you don't know who he is yet,
right?

Well, we'll pick him up. Bet on it.

Only he's got a better chance if he
calls us first.

Better chance for what?

Right now, we only want to talk to him.

If this killer makes good and the lady
gets murdered... Yeah, that makes sense.

Well, talk it up, will you? All over the
terminal.

Hey, you always need to help out.

You're just too beautiful.

Maybe I should have canceled my plans to
go to that party after all.

I hope I'm not being too much trouble.

Outside of the fact that every man's
eyes are going to be glued to you

of me.

You're not trouble at all.

If anyone looks at me, it will be
because of your lovely dress.

I can't thank you enough, Eve.

The look on your face and that of Robert
T. Ironside is thanks enough.

Something happening between you two,
isn't there?

Would you object?

I'm for anything that makes him happy.

So am I. And I'll fight anything that
makes him unhappy.

So will I.

All right, Ed.

Nothing we can do now but wait.

Could anybody bear a minute to notice
me?

Ed.

You're out of uniform.

Thank you.

There's time enough for a cocktail
before we leave.

Anyone interested?

Now, what kind of a question is that?

Ed Brown's got the whole terminal
talking about that newspaper article.

He isn't saying it in words, but he's
been implying that if...

A truck driver doesn't speak up soon.

He'll be put away for life.

What is it?

Bob, please try to understand what I'm
going to say.

I want you to drop the case.

That's impossible.

Someone's trying to kill you.

We have to find out who it is.

I don't want to know who it is. I just
want to see you and be with you.

And not have anything spoil it.

Listen.

We can handle whatever comes along.

Hello. Let me speak to Chief Ironside.

Hello? Chief Ironside?

When will he be back?

Well, yes.

It's about this thing in the paper.

About the lady that doesn't know who she
is.

His name is Ned Morse.

All right, Mr. Morse.

Take a good look at this lady.

What kind of deal do you make me,
mister?

I mean, how much trouble do I get?
You're in trouble, mister.

How about trying to get out?

It's been bothering me for a long time,
only I'm scared, you know?

You got to understand.

I didn't know what it was getting into.

She's the one.

Well, see, I was at the truck stop, and
this guy comes up to me.

Says he's got a sack that he wants me to
drop on the desert.

And it's worth 500 to him. Of course you
didn't know who it was.

Now, do you want me to tell you or not?

Okay.

I figured it was stiff.

None of my business.

And five bills is a lot of cash.

So I said, okay.

I didn't ask any questions. He didn't
give me any answers.

And he loads it in my truck when I ain't
even looking.

I picked a good spot, and I waited till
I was alone on the road.

Then I went around to drop the package.

But when I opened the truck doors, that
package wasn't dead.

I didn't know what to do.

So I opened up the top, and there she
was.

Only she was sick, kind of.

I mean, she didn't even know I was
there.

Well, I wasn't going to leave her there
on the desert.

That'd be murder.

So I figured I'd drive her into town,
turn her loose, and somebody'd pick her

and take care of her.

They did, too.

I was plenty scared until I read in the
paper she didn't remember anything.

Who was the man who gave you the $500?

I wish I could help you there.

But I never saw him before in my life.

And I ain't never seen him since.

Believe me.

I'm sorry.

Where was this truck stop?

Well, let me see. I was coming out of
Kansas City, and I picked up Highway 40

just outside of Denver.

It was on Highway 40. Where? Can't you
remember?

It was not my regular run.

I think near Craig.

Yeah. Yeah, I just passed Craig.

Ed, I want that whole area plastered
with bulletins.

Get missing persons to help.

Right, Chief.

That's up near the Wyoming border.

Plaster, Wyoming, too.

Listen now.

I mean, what happens to me?

Give me missing persons.

Stay available.

If I can find that man, I want you to
make an identification.

Team books.

You're holding your breath.

Wouldn't you be?

What do you mean, wouldn't I be?

I keep thinking that there's somewhere a
man who paid all that money to get rid

of me.

That's horrible.

What is even more horrible is why he
would want to.

Beautiful lady, I can only take one
horrible at a time.

Yes. Chief, I have a hot one. Marytown,
Utah.

Marytown? Small town just outside
Rawlins.

Yes, I will wait. That's on Route 80.

He could have headed west at 13.

And south across the state line, he
would connect with Highway 40 at Craig.

Thank you.

I asked for a picture.

Teleporter should be here within the
hour. Ed, while we're waiting, check out

air... Air transportation between here
and Rollins.

All right, with you.

Ed, give me transportation, please. I
don't know.

I'm frightened.

I know.

The sheriff's expecting you. It's right
through that door.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Nice to see you again, Lois.

Feeling better now?

Yes, a little, thank you.

And you still don't remember me.

I told you she suffered an irreparable
loss of memory.

You don't begrudge me a chance to find
out for myself, do you?

Besides, I thought that seeing me might
jog her memory a little.

I've known her all her life.

We thought you were dead, Lois. She
almost was.

Don't you ever get a San Francisco
newspaper?

Not here, not often. But you did put out
a missing persons bulletin. I told you

we assumed she was dead. Why did you
assume?

You called me Lois.

Lois Richards.

Mean anything?

No.

Yes?

Send him in.

Your husband.

Lois.

Oh, Lois.

I can hardly believe it when they share
a phone.

Honey, why didn't you ever call me a
writer or anything? I couldn't.

I didn't know.

You didn't tell him?

It wasn't my job.

I was so worried.

So worried, Lou.

I didn't know what to think.

Mr. Richards.

Yes.

Your wife has had a loss of memory.

You don't know me?

No.

Look.

The names are Leslie and Tracy.

I'm Dick.

Don't you recognize us at all?

No.

Sheriff, can I take a home? Mr.
Richards, when was the last time you

Francisco? Now, wait a minute. Aren't we
getting a little bit ahead of

ourselves?

Instead of talking about going home,
maybe you'd better think about getting

a lawyer.

Why? You know why, and I'm not so sure
she doesn't. Well, I'm certain I don't.

We had reason to believe she'd been
killed.

Since she wasn't, she's the best suspect
I've got.

The charge?

Murder.

Who did I murder?

Barbara.

You're within your rights to remain
silent until you've had a chance to see

attorney.

I'll feed her that. Now, who is she
supposed to have killed?

Her uncle.

And I'll advise her about her rights and
my own good time.

This is not your jurisdiction, Aaron
Smith. Jurisdiction or not, I'm

interested in this case.

Now, you and I have to talk.

I don't think there's much to talk about
right now. Why don't you just forget

I'm a California law officer and treat
me as a citizen with knowledge of the

case? Come on.

Just a minute.

What do you think we're going to do,
Harlan?

You think we're both going to disappear
this time?

All right.

Mr. Richards, you haven't answered me.

Have you been out of town recently?

I don't know that it's any business of
yours, but I haven't left town since

went away. Can you prove that?

I can.

You've spent more time in this office
than I have.

Tracy, Leslie, Daddy wants to talk to
Mommy.

You two go play, okay? Okay.

Wait a minute.

I, uh... I think you should know.

All this time, never hearing from you.

Worried sick about you.

I never really believed you were dead.

And I never thought for a moment you
killed Uncle Joe.

I still don't believe that.

And I'll do everything I can to help.

Thank you.

You say thank you to me as if I were a
stranger.

I'm trying my best in my mind to
understand what it means that you don't

us.

If you don't remember us, you don't
remember that you loved us, do you?

No, I don't.

I'm sorry.

No matter how you figure it, she didn't
kill anybody.

I'm holding a dead body, a robbed safe,
and a missing niece.

I'm holding a truck driver who tried to
get rid of her and an unknown attempted

murderer.

Who was the victim?

Joseph Meeker, rancher.

He said he was robbed.

Robbed and beaten in his own house.

Looked like some tramp passing through.

Figured that Lois might have been
abducted.

Buried anywhere between here and the
Pacific Ocean.

What kind of a man was this Meeker?

Old and mean.

Never liked anything that she or Cousin
Billy did.

Festered him and interfered with him all
the time.

He was no prize.

That was no reason to lay a poker over
his head. Cousin Billy?

Billy Meeker.

Any other relatives?

No, just the old man and the two kids.

Well, can we talk to Cousin Billy?

Sure we can, if he's back in town.

Back in town?

Yeah, back in town.

Since when can't a man leave town
without getting everybody fussed up?

Where did you go?

Las Vegas, for a little fun. Can you
prove that?

Sure, if I have to.

I think I still have the airplane ticket
stub at home.

Were you the one who discovered your
uncle's body?

No, his housekeeper did.

Were you living there then?

No. Had a place closer to town. Did you
rent a car in Las Vegas?

Sure.

We'll have the mileage checked.

What for?

What's this all about, anyway?

Lois is back in town.

Well, where'd you find her?

Chief Ironside found her.

In San Francisco.

Well, what's that got to do with me?

All right, Sergeant.

Let's talk more about your uncle.

Did you get along?

Nobody got along with him.

Did you kill him in an argument, or had
you planned it all along? Me, kill him?

Are you crazy? What would I want to do
that for?

Now, look, I don't know what this is all
about, but listen... We're listening.

Go ahead, Mark.

Slug me as I got to Barbara's door. I'd
know him anyplace.

Mr. Morton?

I never thought I'd see him again after
he gave me that 500.

Go ahead, Billy.

We're listening.

Now look, you got it.

She saw me do it.

I didn't even think I started in on her
with the poker.

Don't you see? She saw me.

Oh, that crazy old man.

He made me kill him.

And then Lois.

Then that newspaper story that she was
still alive. I read it in Las Vegas.

I had to try.

You see that, don't you?

Don't you?

Bunny, you gave me back my name and my
past.

I suppose I should feel grateful, but I
don't.

You'll have to give it time.

I don't know him.

I don't know how I can take up a life.

A married life with a stranger.

What about the children?

I don't know them either.

When I look into their faces, I know
they're mine.

I can't turn my back on that.

More important, you wouldn't want to.

How does Vic feel about it?

Well, he's waited for me all this time,
worried sick, never knowing, never

hearing, and yet still having faith in
me.

You loved him enough to marry him.

I'm told you were very happy together.

That was before.

I may come looking for you someday will
you be there?

I'll be there