All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s02e05 Trial Run For Death

Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen,
also starring Lee

Meriwether, with guest star Margo
Kidder, special guest star Clue

Gilliger.

Tonight's episode, Trial Run for Death.

Okay. Now you split.

What do you mean split?

You know you shouldn't be here. It's not
safe.

I want to go away with you. I want to be
alone with you. No, not now.

I can't do that.

Well, brother -in -law, what brings you
away from your desk and down to Pitsy?

Oh,

how'd I get in here, man?

You got to beat those track groupies off
with a stick. Oh, stop it, Mark.

Oh, come on. You don't think that I was
messing around with Eric, do you? No, I

used to think. Now I know.

I resented driving all the way out here
today just to have you sign these

things. But now I'm very glad I did.

Just hand me the pen, Curt.

No, I don't think you'll be signing
anything for Fowler Industries ever

Not after I tell Rita about this little
wrestling match I just witnessed. What

are you talking about wrestling? My
sister might be somewhat gullible and

She was, she was. That's my wife you're
talking about. Not for long.

Because if there's one thing that Rita's
not, she is not forgiving.

It's not exactly a Fowler trade.

Wait, wait, wait.

Don't worry.

You'll get a satisfactory check for your
time and services.

Pocket money until you can snare some
other rich, unsuspecting woman.

It was murder.

You mark my words.

When you get to the bottom of this,
Jones, all of you, remember I said it.

Dad, please. No, no.

A man doesn't like to see his son beat
him to the grave. It's unnatural.

Can you understand that, Jones?

Yes, Mr. Fowler. Yes, I can.

Well, then, what do you think?

Well, I think that I may bang up more
than a shoulder if I go to jumping to

conclusions. I'd like to hear what Mr.
Landy thinks.

He would drive it. Well, it's not
entirely beyond the realm of

Jones, that the car was tampered with.

Don't flavor it with sweet talk about
possibilities, son.

He's the only son I have now.

And the bitter truth is that Mark here
is the one that they were after.

We don't know that, Dad.

All right.

All right.

Mark is what you might call a
carnivorous driver He has brought back

trophies more cash prizes than any other
five drivers that I have ever backed

There were an awful lot of unhappy
drivers that followed him across the

line And you think that maybe one of
these unhappy drivers might have tried

eliminate him exactly

From the look of the face and arm, I
would say that the accident is still

painfully clear in your mind.

Do you recall exactly what happened?

Well, it was like I said, it was Kurt's
first ride, so I didn't want to spook

him first time out, you know.

But he seemed to be enjoying it after
the second, third lap, so I thought I'd

show him what the car would do.

I... I was just easing up toward the

embankment there.

I've got to make a wide turn.

They're going to come down, out of it,
full bore.

And she just went.

Went? Yeah, the steering linkage just
went. I felt it pulling right.

Like the right arm had completely gone.

And next thing I knew, we were painting
the wall with metal. We ended there, and

we rolled, and... By the time I crawled

free.

And it was already too late for Kurt.

Find out who did it.

Find out who tampered with that car.

Have you any idea who may have wanted to
do this to you, Mr. Laney? Oh, every

time you take home a trophy, you're
going to make some enemies, Mr. Jones.

That's just natural.

I've taken home a lot of trophies.

If my father is wrong, Mr. Jones, please
find that out, too.

What's the matter with you? Oh, do you
think I could have that one for nights

when I feel like being a little
sophisticated?

All right, all right.

Is that it? I'll take it.

On account.

What do you mean, on account?

On account of you loving me.

Yeah, I do.

So let's go.

And on account of... I know that your
brother -in -law was going to tattle to

his sister.

What did you say?

It wasn't very nice of him, was it?

I think I would have done the same thing
that you did.

What are you talking about?

Oh, I love her.

You said you wanted to see Mr. Landy's
racing suit, huh?

If there's anything left of it.

Ruined it when they cut it off him, of
course.

I don't even know why I brought it back
from the hospital.

You sure tore it up, didn't you? Yep.

Would you hold that?

What are you doing that for?

I'll be doggone.

I thought Mark Landy told me that he was
trapped in the wreck for a few seconds

before he crawled away.

I thought, gee, that's really something.
Fire doesn't make a mark on us, but it

does.

I guess the nurse that cut this off of
them must have gotten carried away with

their work.

It's like lipstick.

What kind of a car that Mark drove?

Similar. Needs about a month's work,
though.

I always wanted to sit in one of those
things.

You mind?

Be my guest.

How's the investigation going there, Mr.
Jones?

You uncover any saboteurs operating
around here besides Mitch?

No.

Mr. Hammer assures me that the only
fingerprints of his I'll find around

would be on a cold beer in a cool place.

Say, the emergency crew tells me that
they found Mr.

Fowler's helmet inside the car after
they put the fire out.

Wasn't he wearing it?

Oh, yeah, you better believe it. I
insist on that.

It must have come off on impact that
that happens.

Yeah. Well, I'll be on my way.

Say, where did you say that you had the
car taken? Burns Salvage out in the

valley. Pray there isn't much left to
salvage.

Probably not.

I don't know too much about cars.

Well, thank you very much for your time,
Mr. Hammer, and thanks for the tour.

What's he want with that suit?

Who knows? He was burning it with a
match, scraping away at it with a little

knife. Scraping away at what?

Lipstick. Said your suit had lipstick on
it.

You still dissecting Mark Landy's racing
uniform?

Have a look at this left sleeve and
shoulder, Betty.

Interesting?

Torn and dirty, yes.

What makes it interesting?

As you say, it's torn and dirty and
embedded with sand and grass.

But you said he dislocated his shoulder
in the crash.

I said he said he dislocated his
shoulder in the crash.

Well, maybe he was thrown from the car
when it hit.

He said he crawled out of the flaming
wreck.

But you don't see it that way here.

Not a sign of a scorch or smoke mark on
the entire suit.

And the left shoulder looks like it
struck with sufficient impact to

it.

Are you telling me that the great Mark
Landy chickened out when he saw a crash

coming and jumped?

There you go disparaging chickens again.

There's nothing chicken about a chicken.

We used to have a Rhode Island red that
chased dogs. All right.

What I meant was that...

It doesn't do much for his bravery image
to abandon ship and let his passenger

die in the crash.

I suppose a man might lie about a thing
like that. And then there is this

doggone lipstick.

Is it ready yet?

Almost. It's like some kind of a cream
emulsion.

Are you sure it's lipstick?

I'm not so old I've forgotten what
lipstick looks like.

Barnaby, do you have any idea how many
different kinds there are?

No, but... Pacific Cosmetics know
exactly.

And they are affecting you.

I know.

I just don't know what to say. Nothing
to say.

It's all decided.

You're going to hang up your racing
helmet and take over Kurt's job here

me.

I redid every inch of it, Mark.

Just for you. I can see that.

It's a strange, strange feeling.

I mean, Kurt's office here.

You know, filling his office is one
thing, but filling his job, that's

You're the man for it.

I want you to manage the automotive
division of Fowler Industries.

Oh, boy.

I've been hooked on the smell of exhaust
fumes and burning rubber for 40 years,

ever since I went into the automotive
equipment business.

I have spent millions on race cars to
sell Fowler spark plugs, Fowler brakes,

Fowler accessories.

I love it.

But the driver is just hired help.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

You know what I mean. Drivers come and
go.

But the business goes on right in here.

Yeah, let me tell you something, Morgan.
I wouldn't admit this to anyone but

you.

I've noticed the kids are getting a
little tougher every year.

So? Leave the driving to the kids.

If Barnaby Jones finds that one of them
is out after your hide, fool him.

Quit at the top.

No disgrace to quit at the top.

Retiring, I think they call that.

Exactly.

And what's more...

You won't see this old gray head around
here much longer either.

No, sir.

So, get ready.

You're the only son I've got now, Mark.

I'm trying to do a good job.

I don't know what else to say.

Save the speeches for the annual sales
meeting.

Well, I'll get out of here now and let
you get to work.

Thank you.

It's a good feeling having you here,
Mark.

Mr. Landy, congratulations.

Thanks. I guess I was the last to know,
huh?

I'll try to be all the help I can.

I was with Mr. Follett.

The late Mr. Fowler, for many years.
Well, thank you. I appreciate that. I

really do.

I tell you, right now, I guess you'd
better show me who's first.

Perhaps you'd better see Miss Wright
first.

She said she had an urgent appointment
about a public relations job you

her. Oh, yeah, yeah.

She's first.

You show her in, would you, please?

Miss Wright?

So my baby's become a vice president.

Well, you're crazy.

You shouldn't have come here.

I was worried.

What's this new job going to mean to us?

What do you mean, us?

You sound like we were a corporation or
something.

The Love Corporation, that's us.

Come on, Laurie. Now, come on, come on,
come on, come on. Be reasonable. You've

got to spoil everything.

There's getting to be more and more
spoil, isn't there?

No, we've just got to be careful.

That's all.

Well, then why don't you carefully take
me out to dinner tonight?

The dinner?

You know, dinner. The meal after lunch.
Yes.

We could go to some quiet, pretty little
place at the beach.

I mean, candlelight's about as careful
as you can get, isn't it?

Yeah, well, I don't know.

I'll have to call you on this. Uh -uh.

Phone calls are for alibis.

So make your phone call to your wife.

Well, you're a busy man now. You have a
new job. You have a lot of excuses.

Yeah.

You know, this could turn out to be not
so bad.

All right.

All right, I'll tell you what. I'll meet
you, all right?

Okay. Okay.

Um, I had to take a cab here.

What's the matter with your car?

Well, it's been a car too long.

Oh, yeah?

Well, we'll find you another one.

Well, there was this absolutely stunning
sports car at Aston Imports, you know,

that I think that a new public relations
girl from Fowler Industries would look

divine. Yes, yes. We'll talk about that
tonight.

Do you love me?

Yes, I love you.

I do.

I'll see you tonight.

Okay. Bye -bye.

I know my father means well.

But honestly, Mr. Jones, don't you think
this idea of sabotage is rather far

-fetched?

How about that?

That's a second question I was going to
ask you.

Now that I've answered your second
question, what about the first?

Do you know of any reason why anyone
would fix the car to harm your brother

instead of your husband?

Kurt?

I don't mean to be disrespectful, but
I'm just looking for motives.

I don't think you could find anybody who
would even have a bad word for Kurt.

Besides...

I was rather surprised that he'd even
get into a racing car.

I always thought he was scared of them.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, yes, he is.

Mr. Jones?

Just a moment.

Your daughter -in -law.

And my secretary.

Hello, Betty.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

This has taken all the pleasure out of
ever wearing lipstick again.

Did you find it?

Finally. I had no idea there were so
many dreadful shades with such glamorous

names. Like what?

Like the one we're looking for.

It's called Tamarind Wind.

It's made by Camelot Cosmetics.

Thank you, Betty. I appreciate that.

Talk to you later.

I had her on the phone, and I forgot to
ask her.

She was calling from a phone booth, too.

Problem? Well, I told Betty this morning
I was going right by a drugstore, and

she asked me to bring her a lipstick.
Now, what was the name of that, uh,

that... I'm afraid that's a new one of
me. I can't help you.

Darling, you're home early.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Mr. Jones? Honey,

I'm sorry, but I gotta change. I gotta
get back because some guys from out of

town came in and just, uh...

Well, I'm just leaving.

Thank you very much, Ms. Lynch.

You uncover any sinister plots to do
away with me yet, Mr. Jones?

Not yet.

But I had an expert out looking over
your car all day at Burns Salvage. I was

supposed to meet him half an hour ago.

I'll let myself out.

Bye. Bye.

He shouldn't be bothering you like that.
Oh, he's very nice.

But I'm afraid father has him going in
all directions.

What do you mean?

Now he wonders whether someone really
intended to harm Kurt.

It don't matter.

The companies I represent

don't insure racing cars, Barnaby.

You can sure see why.

That's a $40 ,000 potluck jump.

Not much left to salvage, huh?

Oh, they'll save a dozen pieces of it.

A few expensive parts.

That's all.

Find anything interesting?

Well, you didn't tell me what you're
looking for.

That's right.

I wanted an objective, professional
opinion.

Well, when they come off the wall that
way, it's hard to tell whether it's

negligence, mechanical failure, or what.

Front tires were both burned, but
there's no sign of a... Normal blowout.

What about steering?

Oh, they'll be able to use that again, I
imagine.

That's a tough article.

About the only thing left intact in the
whole car.

You mean it still works?

Yeah, see for yourself. It's as good as
new.

What do you know about that?

No, I just can't pinpoint the cause of
this crash for you, Barnaby.

Sorry.

I'm going to have to bill you anyway,
you know.

I think you're earning your money,
Frank.

That's it?

That's it.

Thanks. Appreciate it.

Oh, and say hello to your wife.

She still makes the best lasagna in
Southern California.

Hey, cut it out. You're making me
hungry.

Well, if you're still wondering about
the accident, I'm afraid I don't have

fresh guesses for you. I was just
thinking about Mark Landy. He must pick

lot of admirers. He's handsome, rich,
wins all the time.

Boy, everybody loves a winner.

I guess that includes ladies.

Sure doesn't hurt your stand with the
chicks, that's for sure.

I don't get you.

It's that fresh lipstick on Mr. Landy's
racing uniform.

It's just innocent personal business. I
don't want to put my foot in it by

asking him questions, you understand?

Okay. But you didn't hear it from me,
right?

No way did I hear it from you.

I don't even know her old name.

Which half have you got?

All I know is she wears one of those
gold ID bracelets.

And it says Laurie on it.

You drive like that, you're not going to
live long enough to break it in, my

friend. Well, look who's talking.

The big, brave racing car driver.

I scared you, didn't I? You better
believe it.

Amateurs scare me to death.

Honey, I got to get back.

Get back?

Yeah, I got to.

Every time we get together, all you're
thinking about is getting back. No,

that's not true. I just have to... Hey,
Lori, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

How many ways do you expect me to keep
dividing my time?

How many?

Well, you didn't have to take that job
with your father -in -law. No, it's just

that things have changed now. You know,
they've changed.

They could change again.

I don't know what you mean.

We could have everything. We could have
it all.

I'm afraid you lost me on the last turn
back there. What, uh... Well, don't you

inherit all your wife's money?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I know what I'm talking about.

Don't tell me you haven't thought about
it.

I don't believe you.

Don't make me out to be the criminal.

You stop talking like one.

Well, isn't it better than walking
around pretending you're not?

That was an accident.

An accident.

Darling, Mark.

The murder may have been an accident.

The accident was no accident.

Mark, I've wanted you from the moment I
laid eyes on you.

You acted like you wanted me. You said
you did.

Were you lying?

No, I wasn't lying.

Then... It's just that, see, I... Well,
I never even

considered anything like that with Rita.
I mean, it's just... Well, I think you

should consider it.

I mean, you could have anything in the
world you wanted, and you could be

anywhere you wanted.

And you'd have me?

You're a lot more woman than I gave you
credit for.

You know that?

Well, I'm all the woman that you'll ever
need.

Because I'm in love with you.

Miss Wright.

Yes?

Mighty pretty little demon you're
driving.

Yes, I just got it.

Oh, thank you, but if you're from one of
those car agencies I talked to, I

already got some. Thank you anyway. Oh,
no, no, I couldn't make it at a car

sale, but I'm a private investigator.

Oh? I'm also, what you might say, a
friend of Mark Landy.

His father -in -law asked me to
investigate the car crash in which his

killed.

Well, I'm sort of a Sunday driver, so I
thought talking to a dyed -in -the -wool

race fan like yourself might be helpful.

A race fan?

Yes, that's what one of the guards out
at the track calls you. He also said

you're very pretty, and he's right about
that.

You might remember him, his red -headed,
freckled face.

Your car was parked in front of one of
the truck entrances out there one day,

and they had to move it, so he found
your name from your registration in the

glove compartment.

He said you're out there, rain or shine,
race or no race.

Well, as a matter of fact, I guess I am
sort of a race fan.

You know Mr. Landy pretty well, then?

No, I wouldn't say that. I know what he
looks like. Everybody does.

Were you out there the day of the
accident?

Did the guard tell you that?

He couldn't remember.

Well, he couldn't remember because I
wasn't there.

Didn't the paper say that nobody saw the
accident?

Leastwise, nobody says they saw it.

But the guard wasn't dead sure that you
weren't there either.

Um, look, Mr., uh... Jones.

No lie, Jones.

Mr. Jones, I have a date, and I'm afraid
I'm not going to be any help to you at

all. I have to go. Goodbye.

If you think of anything helpful, give
me a call.

I'm in the phone book. Barnaby Jones.

I'm afraid you drew a blank.

Goodbye.

What is your giant all -seeing eye say,
Mr. Jones?

Appears to be the same lipstick car, eh?

Coincidence?

Don't keep any computers around here,
but I would say the chances of

are about one drop in a great big
bucket.

Drop in the ocean when you hear what I
just found out.

A car was bought from Ashton Imports.

where a very nice salesman very
reluctantly told me that it was bought

for in full by a check written on Fowler
Industries.

And... Don't tell me.

And signed by Mark Landy, Vice
President.

You weren't your usual Irving self this
evening, darling.

Oh, come on. Now, really, you gotta let
me try my new image.

I'm a solid businessman.

Look at that.

Well, I wouldn't carry it too far if I
was you.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy, you didn't leave your
glasses at the baker's again, did you?

No, I didn't wear them this evening.

Edna says they make me look too old.

Well, Edna's going to have to have her
mouth washed out with soap.

Hello, hello.

Mark, I've been trying to reach you all
evening.

Yeah, could you wait just a minute,
please?

Okay. See what I mean?

Business, business, all ours.

Well, some private investigator came
over to talk to me.

A guy named Barnaby Jones.

What did you tell him?

Don't worry, I handled it.

What I want to know is when are you
going to start handling things?

I'll tell you, Lord, I need some time.

All right, take some time.

Time's up.

What have you decided?

No, it's just not that easy.

Well, then I'll make it a little bit
easier for you.

If we were married... A wife can't be
forced to testify against her husband,

right?

Nothing secret about it, Mr. Jones.

Miss Wright's going to do certain public
relations work for us with racing and

automotive magazines.

Use of the car is just part of her deal.

And she's worth every penny of it, too.

I'll bet she is.

You can certainly confirm what I've just
told you. You talked to Miss Wright.

Just talk with her. Well, I've been
trying to talk to Miss Wright about

matter. I couldn't find her. I was
hoping that you could tell me where she

No, she doesn't report in here every
day.

But when she comes in, I'll have her
call you.

What other matter are you referring to?
Maybe I can help you.

Well, I discovered some evidence which
more or less indicates

that you haven't been entirely truthful
about this whole thing.

I'm afraid you better explain that, Mr.
Jones.

I'm not used to being accused of lying.

Well, I hope I'm wrong, but I'm kind of
like an old carpenter.

Unless all the pieces fit and there are
no cracks or spaces left, I'm not

satisfied.

I'm afraid you're letting your zeal and
my father -in -law's fancies run away

with you.

Now, your racing suit, the sleeve of it,
tells me that you more likely injured

your shoulder falling out of the car
while it was moving.

Yes, sir.

Anything else worrying you? I just had
your car gone over completely by an

expert, and he says... that one of the
few things that wasn't damaged was the

steering. Yeah, so you put that all
together along with some lipstick on my

racing suit.

Well, that lipstick was probably Miss
Wright's, but it seemed a little out of

place, you being a married man.

Yeah, okay.

Well, I can see why you would be
suspicious, and I apologize for snapping

a minute ago.

I could have saved you an awful lot of
time and trouble, though, if you'd have

come straight to me.

Miss Wright was at the track that day.

You didn't know that. I told her that
Fowler Industries was prepared to give

the use of the car.

And she got sort of exuberant, I guess,
and gave me a great big hug and a kiss.

Well, Kurt saw that.

Mm -hmm.

And after the crash, I was in a state of
shock.

I quite frankly don't remember whether I
was thrown out of the car, crawled away

from it, or...

I don't remember.

Well, then you might not have been clear
about the steering, either.

No, no, no, no, sir. It was definitely
the steering. Now, maybe it was in the

upper linkage, if your expert says it
wasn't in the steering arm.

Excuse me.

I won't take up any more of your time.
Thank you, Mr. Laney.

Hey, you get any more carpenter work
you're not satisfied with, you come see

first, okay?

I'll just do that.

Okay.

Yeah? Uh, yeah, I know. I know. I
promised to be there.

But I don't like it up here alone.

There were animals howling around all
last night.

No, you just hang tight.

Rita and I will be there in a little
while.

Well, I don't think I should be here.

Oh, yes, my sweet.

You want a good life, you're going to
have to work for it.

Well, what do you expect me to do?

Just be there.

This time we're going to...

Share a little secret together.

You want to share everything with me,
don't you?

Hi. Hi.

You working around here?

Only when I'm not starring in some major
motion picture.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'm looking for Miss Wright.

The one with the new wheels?

Yeah, that's the one.

Haven't had much luck.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

Most of the girls around here are part
gypsy.

They get around a lot.

You know what I mean?

I'm not sure.

Well, I saw her leaving here yesterday
afternoon with an overnight bag and a

couple of heavy sweaters tucked under
her arm. Know where she was headed?

She took my advice straight back to
where she bought the car.

What do you mean?

Well, I had to help her get it started.
Kept dying out on her.

I think the choke needed adjusting.

Well, thanks.

I'm looking for your next motion
picture.

Okay, understand.

Look, Mr. Jones, my salesman had
absolutely no business telling your

anything about the purchase of that car
in the first place.

Our clientele often wishes to keep such
gifts confidential.

I'm aware of that, Mr.

Ashton, but I wanted to know whether
Miss Wright had brought the car in

yesterday to be worked on. She's only
had that car for a few days. Why should

she want it worked on?

Young lady's missing.

I'm doing everything I can think of to
find her. Now, would you please check

me?

Malcolm. Yes, sir.

Was Miss Wright in yesterday with her
car?

Yes, sir. Minor adjustment. Had her on
her way in no time at all.

I understand she had an overnight bag
with her. Did she mention where she was

going? She sure did.

Cedar Crest.

Said she wanted to make certain she
wouldn't get stuck up there. I told her

had nothing to worry about.

Thank you.

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

Oh, yes, Barnaby.

Cedar Crest?

I understand the fire department up
there has every piece of property listed

lot and number.

Well, wouldn't it be simpler to ask Mr.
Fowler or Mr. Landy if they have a place

up there?

Maybe, but it wouldn't be as safe for a
certain young lady. My ears are still

ringing from the fastest piece of double
talk you ever heard.

Mark Landy?

Yeah, you better make it fast, Betty.

I have a hunch that our young gal
friend, who was so generous with her

is the key to the whole thing. I don't
want anybody burying the key on me.

Something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

But you said... Where's your wife?

Rita's home.

The wife's place is in the home, Laurie.
I always say.

You mean I've been sitting up here in
this empty cabin for nothing?

You didn't really think I was going to
blow everything just for you, did you,

Laurie?

I wanted to talk to you.

I changed my mind about... It's too
late. It's too late, Laurie.

I can't take any more chances on how you
might feel tomorrow.

You can't get away with that. People
know I'm up here.

No one knows.

That's how we set it up.

Remember?

Stand right there and throw the gun
away.

That's far enough, Landy.

This is 8 foot, under 10 feet, I'm a
dead shot.

Oh, thank God you're here.

You tried to kill me.

Is that a nice way to talk about a man
who buys you expensive cars?

I keep thinking it was partly my fault.

Now, you mustn't clutter up a pretty day
with that kind of thinking.

I just... Don't understand. I don't seem
to be able to find an answer.

Oh, look at this.

Oh, dear.

They must have been blown down in the
wind last night.

Poor little birds.

They've been working on that all week.

Now, look up there. There's your answer.

The wind didn't bother him.

He's up there bright and early, starting
in all over again by tonight.

You'll have the thing half finished.

Brand new.

That's the nice thing about every single
day.

Nobody's ever used it before. It's brand
new.