All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s02e02 Death Leap

Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Epson.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

With guest stars Tim O 'Connor, Brooke
Bundy,

Ramon Biray, Susan Howard,

Jonathan Lippe.

Tonight's episode.

Death leave.

I'm a doctor.

I want to help you.

Can you tell me your name?

Shut the door.

Shut it. Up against the wall.

Open the slate.

Open the slate.

Open it.

Get him back.

Attention all units in the vicinity of
fifth and eighth.

A 211 in progress at Whitman Building,
8th floor, Madhawk Jets, Code 3.

Samson and Whitney.

Yep.

That graphic is nearly the same.

37.

Oh, Peter.

Oh, my.

It's such a beautiful car.

Are you surprised?

I just came outside and there it was.

I thought it belonged to somebody else
until I read your note. Really?

I really don't need all those things.

You are going to spoil me. Well, I'm
going to do my best anyway.

Why not? You're the most important thing
in my whole life.

partners are waiting how about joining
us no not right now i've got a little

work to do i'll see you later

He just wasn't the type to kill himself.

He was never depressed.

Well, now, that's hard to say.

You see people who go along apparently
on top, and then one day they put a gun

to their heads. But not Roy.

He was up, and lately he was really up.
He was so excited.

Do you know why?

Something about a new job.

What kind of a job?

I'm not sure exactly.

What kind of work did Roy do?

Roy did everything.

You name it, he was a... He was a
handyman, a gardener,

groundskeeper, a carpenter.

But most of all, he was a clown.

Clown?

You mean a clown, as in funny?

As in clown.

Kids'

parties and supermarket openings.

Hospital. But most of all, Roy liked to
make people laugh.

I think that's great.

To be a clown.

Grimaldi. Pagliacci.

All the great clowns with their baggy
clothes and bouquets of carrots.

That was Roy.

And their painted -on smiles hiding all
the sadness underneath.

Roy was not sad.

And he didn't kill himself.

You're pretty sure of this, aren't you?

Yes.

You've got to help me prove it.

Do you go to the police for this?

Well, I feel kind of silly going to the
police.

Where did Roy live?

Next to me in the canyon. I could show
you.

This is nice.

It's really very nice.

It's almost a shame Roy's not here to
see it.

Almost, but not quite upright.

The pie is always a little bit tastier
when the pieces are bigger.

Besides, like you said, it was an
accident. He lost his balance.

That's right.

How much do you think we're going to
get?

Well, it's impossible to say.

You said that new shipment alone was
worth more than a million and a half.

On the open market, not to offense.

Don't worry, I'll see we get a good
price.

I'll make it soon. I don't like hanging
around here any longer than I have to.

Well, if you care to, I can always have
your share forwarded to you.

It's all right.

I'll wait.

Danny? Yes. Peter Harris.

Oh, Peter.

It's always a pleasure to hear your
voice.

I'll have that money for you in a day or
two.

Oh, is that a day or two?

Two.

Two. Got it.

I'm marking that down.

Don't put me on now, Danny. This time
it's for sure.

Oh, you've got a sure thing, huh, Peter?

You know, gamblers pick up such
interesting phrases.

I'm not gambling for this money.

I certainly hope not.

I marked down the number two in my
appointment book, Peter.

Let's see, that would be Thursday.

Now, if you don't show up on Thursday,
on Friday, I'm going to have to...

have it on Thursday.

Relax. There's always a first time for
everything.

Our mutual friend did say it was your
first time, didn't he?

It doesn't matter.

Amateur or pro, I predict a real future
for you.

$425 ,000.

They're worth almost two million.

Not to me.

Then there's no deal.

Maybe I missed something.

Ah, yes. A simple oversight.

I think I can go 450.

Five.

Why quibble?

I'll have to have cash.

You didn't expect me to give you a
personal check, did you?

I'll have to have a deal so to get the
money I

Was right about you you have a

future

You would have liked him, Mr. Jones. He
loved to make people laugh.

Kid made him this.

I just can't get it out of my mind that
clowns are traditionally melancholy.

You still don't believe me, do you?

I believe you were in love.

Is he?

You didn't tell me that he had actually
been with the circus.

He never mentioned it to me.

I wonder what else he didn't mention.

Up here.

I'll be down in a minute.

There's a delivery truck over at my
house. I'll be right back.

The delivery man said he ordered these
three days ago to be delivered today.

Sorry I had to run off on business.

Be back tonight.

Now we can get married.

I love you, Roy.

Does that sound like a man who could
commit suicide?

No. No, it surely doesn't.

But what... What was he doing out there
on that ledge?

No need for an autopsy?

No, death by massive concussion.

Funny about that right kneecap.

There were a lot of broken bones.

Yeah, in the upper part of the body, but
the upper part of the body or the heavy

part of the body dictates the fall.

Roy Hazen landed head first, right?

Right.

And how'd he get a smashed right
kneecap?

Maybe it got twisted under him somehow.

Is that satisfied you?

Doesn't satisfy me.

Thanks, Jim.

Barnaby!

What are you driving at?

Sorry I'm late.

I talked to Sergeant Danvers.

Roy Hazen did have a police record.

And nothing much. About eight years ago,
he was tried and convicted on a bunco

charge in Lima, Ohio.

That must have been when he was with the
circus.

Well, at least now we know he had a
little arson in his heart.

Okay, roll it down.

Roll it.

Coming up is that other angle I told you
about, Mr. Jones.

Notice the way he checks his watch.

I wonder why he did that.

In some earlier footage, his right knee
seemed to give way.

Lost his balance?

Who took his film?

Paul Franklin.

From where?

The 8th floor Whitman building.

Okay, thanks, Tim.

all through Harry. Thanks.

Pigeon watching, Barnaby?

Hello, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir. I'm carrying messages.

Well, that's how you get your
information.

You here on the Van Huff robbery?

I got one more tenant on this floor to
question, a lawyer.

What are your thoughts on the connection
between the leaper and the robbery?

Well, we were working on that theory,
but we can't tie them together.

Seems neat.

Deeper attracts a crowd, ties up
traffic.

A squad car can't get through.

I know.

Coincidence? So far.

Unless we can prove otherwise.

I don't believe in coincidences.

Uh, Mr. Harris?

Yes? I'm Lieutenant Hager.

Oh, yes, Lieutenant. My secretary told
me you'd stop by.

I'm sorry I've been so busy.

As a matter of fact, I'm... On my way
right now. Just one question or two.

I have to check everyone on this floor
who was here during the time of the

burglary. It's just routine. I see.

Now, your secretary said that you were
in your office from 2 to 5 .30 on the

afternoon of the burglary?

Yes, that's right.

Did you step out into the corridor at
all during that time?

No, I don't think so.

If that's your office back there on the
corner, you had a better view of the

leaper than I did from where I was
standing.

Barnaby Jones, Peter Harris. How do you
do?

Well, that's quite possible, Mr. Jones,
but I'm not sure where you were

standing. Well, did you see him when he
first came out on the ledge? No, I

didn't.

Say, do you mind if I come up to your
office sometime and take a look with

these?

No, not at all. Not at all. Thank you.

Nice to meet you, gentlemen.

Got time for a cup of coffee, Barnaby?

No, thanks.

Got to see a lady who had a circus.

Oh, Barnaby.

It's so good to see you. Oh, it's good
to see you, but it's getting more

difficult to see you.

Yeah. Gee, ain't this great?

Lost 237 pounds. Lost 200?

No, you won't find them around here.

Same old Barnaby.

Imagine, I haven't known you since you
were that big around.

Well, they say in every fat person
there's a skinny one screaming to get

I screamed and here I am.

It's great, Flo.

Oh, I don't know that it is.

I miss the circus.

Always will.

Yeah, it went out of style.

Along with the fat lady.

Oh, I'm married now.

There's Jack Spratt.

He's my weight watcher.

Flo.

You know... Oh, that's Roy. Roy Hazen,
the clown.

Gee, he was great.

Funny, huh?

Oh, more than that. He went high.

Really? More money in it.

A guy like that wouldn't have been
afraid of heights.

Well, it's not. It's where he lives.

Roy all right?

Roy's dead.

Gee, I'm sorry to hear that.

What happened?

Well... Poor clown.

Lord, where would a guy like that go to
keep in shape?

To the gym, I'd imagine.

Any particular one?

Mike's in Santa Monica.

A lot of the refugees from the circus
work out there.

Thanks, Lord. And don't lose any more
weight.

I may not be able to find you again.

Bonneby!

Heads up!

Honey, don't give me that.

I'm sorry, sir.

Look, first you put me on hold, then you
tell me he's not in.

Mr. Harris wasn't earlier than he left.

And I just keep missing him, huh?

That's right, sir.

Where'd he go?

I don't know, sir.

I told you, I don't like that smooth
talking. Take it easy, Ed.

He's crossed us.

It takes time to fence that stuff.

He's had time.

Ten to one, he's in Mexico. Right now,
living it up big on our money.

I have trouble just getting out of bed
in the morning.

You know, Roy Hazen, he could do all
that stuff.

Acrobats, aerialists, punambulists.

Punambulists? Yeah, a rope walker.

Used to string a slack rope from the
ceiling, work up high on it. Last couple

weeks, as a matter of fact.

Did he ever get any jobs rope walking?

Oh, yeah. That's why he started working
up high again.

He had a job with a sportsman show,
dancing on a high slack rope.

Well, thanks for the information, Mike.

I'll see you.

I don't know. This might be something.

There was this guy came in here right
after the sportsman show closed.

And he called Roy over and they talked.

And that's the last time he worked out
here. Last time I saw him. Would you

recognize the man?

Oh, I don't know. They were over by the
door.

Was he thin, fat, short, tall, young,
old?

Oh, about six feet, early 40s maybe.

Good looking guy.

not a guy that works out you know he was
an office type i had a briefcase

Yes. It's all there.

Don't worry.

Well, each time you're a little later,
Peter.

But we don't worry.

At 200 % interest, I don't know why you
should.

That's strictly business.

Maybe I should contact Gambler's
Anonymous.

Oh, don't.

Try instead our champagne flight to Las
Vegas.

There's a free bus trip to Lake Mead.

No, thank you.

You don't have to gamble, Peter.

Take along your tackle. You can fish
like me.

Oh, it all happened so fast that it
seems like a dream now.

No. No, it's more like a nightmare.

I know. I read the police report.

Can you add any more to the description
of the two men?

Oh, not with those masks they were
wearing.

They were both under six feet, though.

Yeah.

And I think they were in their 20s. I
could tell from the way they moved and

talked.

Ms. Temple, I understand that you
received a big shipment of stones from

the morning of the robbery.

Yeah, that's right.

Who knew about that ship?

I guess everybody who works at Van Hoff.

Oh, Mr. Jones, if you're thinking that
this was, um... What is it that the

police use that word?

An inside job.

An inside job.

You're wrong.

Well, now tell me, supposing that two
people were talking about the ship and

way we are now, and somebody else
overheard the conversation.

Oh, Mr. Jones, I think I can vouch for
the discretion of everyone in this

office. What about outsiders?

Outsiders? Yeah, maybe somebody that
works in your accounting firm, does your

books.

The accounting firm consists of Mr.

Keller, who's been here for over 25
years.

What about cleaning people at night?

Oh, the files are all locked before we
leave.

They'd have no way of finding out
anything.

Lawyer? Retained by the firm?

Oh, well, you're welcome to talk to him
if you want to. It's right down the

hall. What's his name?

Peter Harris.

Peter Harris?

Is there something wrong, Mr. Jones?

No.

Something's right.

Never have believed Los Angeles would go
high -rise.

On account of the earthquake.

Beginning to look like New York City
down here. I like it better the other

Adobe.

I'm not quite that old.

Mr. Harris.

Took you up on your offer.

Come in, Mr. Jones.

Thank you.

Say, you really had a grandstand seat,
didn't you?

Did you notice the way the leaper
checked his watch?

No. He checked it and then he moved down
to the corner of the building. I

thought that was odd.

Say, that is a beautiful case.

Yeah, thank you.

I've never seen one like this before.

Yes, I had it made.

Unusual lining.

Yes, I'm very fond of Paisley.

Did you notice a way his knee buckled
just before he jumped?

No, I didn't.

It did.

I checked it on the TV coverage.

Did you know he was a circus performer?

No, actually, I never followed the
story.

Unambulous. How do you like that word?

Rope walker.

A man like that has absolutely no fear
of heights.

Mr. Jones, you've come up here to think
out loud.

I'm really quite busy.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The window opens, doesn't it?

You could have called over to the
leaper, given him some legal advice.

I'm going.

Thanks for the view.

And you sound happy. What happened?

Everything's starting to make sense.

Have you heard from Little Eddie?

Oh, and a call goes out for the best
informant in the business. It doesn't

Little Eddie long to answer. He's
inside.

Hey, Bobby.

Thought you was out in the boondocks
raising turnips.

Sometimes I am, but it's not turnips.

It's rutabagas, Eddie.

Rutabagas. Oh, sorry.

They're all roots to me.

What'd you find out about Peter Harris?

Best lawyer in town.

More than that.

He, uh, he likes Vegas a lot.

That's, uh, what I mean.

More like that.

I thought so.

Got a juicy one for you. Harris dropped
$50 ,000 in Vegas five months ago.

Had to go and hock to a so -called loan
company to pay his markers.

How does he stand with a loan company?

Paid up.

When? Yesterday.

Interest too?

Right. All the juice.

200%. $150 ,000.

Nice business, huh?

Meet Therese Maroud of Vegas.

Thanks, Eddie.

I always wanted to do business with a
gentleman farmer.

Call me any time, Bonnery.

Yep.

Hi. Oh, there you are.

Hey, you are home early. Yes, I wanted
to give myself time to pack.

Pack? Pack for what? Oh, didn't I tell
you? No.

We're leaving for Hawaii tomorrow
morning.

What's the occasion?

Well, I didn't think we needed one, but
if it'll make you any happier.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's wrong?

Oh, I... I don't know. It's just...
First the car, now the trip.

Well, what's wrong with that? Peter.

You don't have to buy me things.

Oh, baby.

I'll remember that. I promise you.

After we come back from Hawaii.

Sorry to bother you again, Mr. Harris.
Your wife let me in. She is an

woman. Thank you. Say, I like this
place. Better than your downtown office.

What a magnificent trophy.

Bighorn sheep.

Vanishing species.

Yes, but I shot it years ago, Mr. Jones.

Oh, yeah, when shooting was still in
style.

Who are you working for, Mr. Jones? The
police?

No, I have my own business.

Private investigation.

Oh, I see.

You're investigating the robbery for the
insurance company.

No, I'm investigating a coincidence.

Jewel robbery occurred just about the
time Roy Hazen fell to his death.

Well, I'm a lawyer, Mr. Jones, and I
deal in facts, not coincidences.

That's funny. I know some lawyers who
made a fortune turning facts into

coincidences.

I'm not that kind of a lawyer. And you
don't like coincidences either.

were probably waiting for just such an
opportunity.

Well, anything.

That leaper, when he appeared, I simply
seized upon him.

Then you don't see any connection
between the leaper and the thieves?

Well, I don't see how, Mr. Jones, since
the leaper is dead.

That's true.

Interesting rifle.

Telescopic sight.

Take down?

Neat.

22 -long rifle.

Steel jacket.

Isn't that kind of unusual for game?

Makes a small hole, goes right through.

You have to get a head or a heart shot.

You must be quite a marksman.

I used to be.

I wonder if you'd excuse me now, Mr.
Jones.

I have some work to do.

Good day Mr. Jones.

That didn't take long.

Well, your husband's a busy man. I
didn't want to take up too much of his

I guess he has a lot of things to do
before we leave.

Going on a trip?

Why? Going there without swim fins and
mask is like going to Palm Springs

without a tennis racket.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Miss Harris, you know a man named Roy
Hazen?

Roy Hazen?

No. Why?

I thought he was a friend of your
husband.

I don't think so.

I guess I was mistaken.

Aloha

Candyman

You're late.

Better late than never.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

Like what?

Most of the stuff was too easily traced.
The fence wouldn't touch it. I knew you

were going to pull something.

I'm not pulling anything.

I've got 100 ,000 here.

50 for you and 50 for me.

We don't like it.

You can take it or leave it.

Just answer your questions.

Now we're going to go to your place and
we're going to take all of it.

Thanks, Jim.

I'll have this fabric back in the
morning.

There's no hurry.

Say, I'm sorry the lab didn't have a
better report for you, but his knee, the

cap and all, was shattered. There was
really no way to tell.

This may do it.

It's a sidewalk concrete, and that's
all.

What did you hope to find?

Traces of steel.

The way I figure, Roy Hazen was shot
through the knee with a steel jacket

bullet.

Smashed a kneecap and went on through,
and I was trying to prove it.

Barnaby, according to the paper, that
jewel robbery's been solved.

What? It's a late addition.

Just arrived.

It's a falling out among thieves.

Said that two men who'd gotten into an
argument shot each other.

Three pieces of the Van Hoff heist were
found in the apartment. Police theorized

the rest of the jewelry had already been
fenced.

And that clears Peter Harris of the
robbery.

Pretty neat.

Very neat.

Cut to be something.

Where are you going?

To be a funambulist.

What did you find, Barley?

Evidence of pigeons.

You got your case all wrapped up,
Lieutenant?

Well, if I did, I wouldn't be retracing
my steps to see if I've overlooked

anything.

Well, I'm afraid all I've got so far is
a bunch of loose ends.

Or maybe I should say loose threads.

What do you mean?

These were caught on one of the earrings
in Frank Tilton's apartment, part of

the Van Hoff loop.

Pretty color.

What did your lab say about these?

Some kind of Italian silk.

May I keep these for about an hour?

Of course.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Yes? Mr. Jones, to see you.

Tell him I'm busy.

Now, wait a minute.

Ask him to come in.

Well, Jones, find that coincidence
you've been after?

I like this view.

I just saw you out there on the ledge.

Find anything?

Yes. Yes, I did.

And I can't help but admire this case of
yours again. It is a beauty.

Such fine silk.

No, Jones, I just don't understand you.

I mean, this robbery has been solved.

So the papers say.

And the jumper, the leaper, was a
suicide.

Yes, but I don't believe all that.

What do you believe?

That it wasn't a coincidence.

That you were the coincidence.

What? Joe!

That's ridiculous.

I don't think so.

Where'd that go?

I've got him.

Betty, I've got him.

Call Lieutenant Hager.

Tell him to send a squad car to 806
Stone Drive in Bel Air.

Why? What's wrong?

Why are we leaving now instead of in the
morning?

Go inside and check that we've got
everything.

Peter do it

We're

in a hurry Jones, what do you want?

The police found these threads in Frank
Tilden's apartment. They were caught on

the back of some jewelry.

So?

Why tell me? Because it's curious.

About an hour ago, I plucked some
threads out of the lining of that custom

-built briefcase of yours, and they
match.

The way I figure it, you held out three
pieces of jewelry.

You took them to Tilden's apartment.

Then after you killed your two partners,
you planted the jewelry so it would

look like they killed each other
fighting over the loot.

Looks like I figured right.

Get up against the car.

I'm usually not much of a betting man,
Harris, but at all the odds, you'd never

make it to that airplane this evening.

You'll never know one way or another,
Jones.

Get in the car.

I guess you were smart not to take that
bet after all.

Roy didn't kill himself. I just knew it.

And I have you to thank for proving
that.

But why do you think he got mixed up in
a robbery? Why do you think he did it?

Maybe he was looking for a shortcut to
heaven.

You. Me?

And the way he figured, that took big
money.

But I thought I had shown him that we
didn't need much.

When a man loves you, truly loves you,
that's sometimes a hard message to get

across.