All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s02e07 Divorce Murerers Style.eng

Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen.
Also starring Lee

Meriwether, with guest stars Glenn
Corbett, Lynn

Marta, special guest star Nina Foch.

Tonight's episode, Divorce Murderer
Style.

What's so interesting?

That marvelous -looking waiter.

You used to have a figure like that,
didn't you, Charlie?

You telling me I'm getting fat?

Oh, no.

Just comfortable.

Like a friendly old overstuffed chair.

You were so beautiful when I first met
you.

What do you want from me?

Another 50 -yard run, I suppose.

The crowd's yelling and the band's
blaring.

Nobody can be a football hero forever.

You have to look for other values in a
man.

I'll write that down.

Stop it, Linda.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I'll tell you a secret.

What?

I'm divorcing you.

I... I can't live without you.

No, Charlie, please. Now, if we can't be
kind, let's at least be honest.

When you married me for what my family
could give you,

that, vice presidency and the firm, and
a shelf for your trophies.

I guess you've said it all.

You know, I'm really sorry it ended this
way.

You know, I really am sorry.

Where's the attendant he'll be here in a
minute.

Well, I don't want to wait a minute

Hold it

Behave, you won't get hurt.

Hand over your cash.

The lady, all your jewelry.

Move!

Far enough.

Did I do all right?

Yeah, but we got to make it look real
good.

Hold still. I'll just crease you a
little bit.

Oh, Linda.

I was in Cap Ferraro on the family phone
with my niece's death.

I flew home immediately.

It's hard to believe that anyone so
beautiful and vital is gone.

I practically raised that girl.

I arranged her coming out party.

Always saw that she met the right
people.

May I get you something? Some tea,
perhaps?

And a pair of teeth.

Our stock is kind of low.

I've got a little bourbon. That'll be
fine.

I'll have the usual, Betty.

Yes, Linda was my greatest achievement.

I'll never forget the first time I took
her to Paris.

Such fun explaining to everyone.

That we weren't sisters.

I planned a marriage for her with an
Italian count.

I was heartbroken when she insisted on
marrying Charles.

Why was that?

It's all very well to watch a football
player scratch around in the muck, but

you don't invite one into your house.

But I forgave her.

She was really in love with Charles.

And he had some nice qualities.

Mr. Roche.

Why are you suspicious about your
niece's death?

Thank you. Oh, there's an old French
saying.

Où il y a le triangle, il y a souvent la
mort.

Well, roughly, I suppose that translates
into where there's a triangle, there's

death. What kind of a triangle?

Linda had an admirer.

He was mad about her.

Glorious that she wouldn't leave,
Charles.

Seems like what you're saying is that
what happened the other night was more

than just a robbery.

I can't be sure, but... Isn't it true
that each man kills the thing he loves?

Especially in California.

He more likely would kill the husband.

Well, he must have realized that Linda
would have an admirer. She was so

beautiful.

All due respect, ma 'am, this is pure
conjecture.

Yes.

But Linda did say he said something very
dramatic.

If I can't own you, no one will.

That is pretty strong.

Do you have any idea who this admirer
might be?

No, Linda never told me.

She did say, though, that he was subject
to fits of violence.

Oh, Mr. Jones.

Do find out what really happened.

Charlie, I know it's no comfort at a
time like this, but what we all wanted

say, what a brave thing you did, putting
yourself in danger, trying to save

Linda.

It's hard to imagine going on without
her.

I don't know what I'm going to do now.
Maybe get away.

That's a good idea.

Take all the time you need.

Don't worry about the job. Your desk
will always be there.

I don't think you know my daughter,
Terry.

Miss Mabry.

I'm sorry to meet you under these
circumstances, Mr. Kors.

I've always been one of your greatest
fans.

Well, if you'll excuse me. Is there
anything else we can do?

No, I just won't be alone for a while.

Mr. Court?

Yes?

This is Mrs. Wilson.

Who?

The wife of the man you killed.

I think you and I should have a little
talk.

Charlie Court and his wife here often?

Yes, sir. Mrs. Court had lunch here
frequently.

Not so.

Who with?

She was accompanied by other ladies.

Sometimes. Mind telling me about the
time she wasn't?

She might have eaten alone.

That's hard to picture.

She may have been with a gentleman, if
that's what you're suggesting.

But I honestly can't recall.

If you'll excuse me, sir.

It's possible that he doesn't remember
the guy.

You sound like you do.

Mainly just the car.

It's kind of, uh, beat up for a place
like this. Always had its stuff with

paintings, wild, modern stuff.

You know anything else about him?

Well, thin, good -looking, oh,

and a lousy tipper.

But he certainly wasn't the one that
killed Mrs. Court. Have they identified

mugger yet?

His name's Frank Wilson.

Drifter, got a record, armed robbery.

The minute I spotted him, I should have
run him off.

He was here before?

Earlier that evening, down by the edge
of the lot.

Where? I'll show you.

Yeah.

Yeah. Just about right down in here.

Looks like he staked himself out for
quite a while.

See the whole parking lot from here.

Must have been waiting for the right
victim.

Why? Why what?

Why wait?

Seems to be anybody coming out of there
been rich enough to rob.

He couldn't buy a glass of cold water in
there for less than $100.

Was there a lot of traffic at that time
of the night?

Sure. It was about closing time.

You know, it seems odd.

that he would let some pigeons go by and
wait to pick on Charlie Court.

I wouldn't want to tackle anybody that
big, even if I was packing a gun.

So nice of you to come, Mr. Gould.

Forgive me for being nervous, but
Frank's death was such a shock.

They never told me Wilson had a wife.

Yes.

Won't you sit down?

We didn't live together too long.

He was always wandering around, getting
into trouble.

you want well first to tell you that i
hold no hard feelings towards

you and then i hope you won't hate me
for some things i have to tell you go on

frank visited me last week up in fresno
he wanted a reconciliation i'd

always refused him until he could
straighten himself out and prove a good

husband this doesn't concern me well he
gave me some money

He said it was an advance from a friend
in L .A. who offered him a job.

Now this sent me to wondering, what kind
of a job gives advances?

I mean, wouldn't you wonder?

I thought he'd gotten in with the wrong
people again, and I wanted to find out

who.

So I did something terrible.

I searched his things, and I found your
name and phone number.

Well, that doesn't prove anything.

Only that he was setting me up for a
robbery.

Of course not.

And the fact that you and Frank were
friends before the robbery doesn't prove

anything either.

I never saw your husband before last
night.

Oh, I don't blame you for not
remembering. It was such a long time

it?

In North Carolina?

A place called Cherry Point?

I... I guess you forgot to tell the
police.

So did you, evidently.

I don't want to get involved in
anything.

I just would like to get away from all
these terrible memories.

That's a very good idea.

I have a picture in Hawaii.

But it's so expensive there.

How expensive?

Oh, I couldn't think of making a move
like that without at least $5 ,000.

You wouldn't know where I could borrow
it, would you?

Maybe.

Suppose I call you late this afternoon.
I'd like that. Just ask for room 18.

Talk to you later, then.

How'd it go?

I think we bought him too cheap.

always raise the ante

yes

All right, send him in.

Hi.

May I help you? Mr. Jones, is it?

Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

What are you investigating?

Mrs. DeRoche has some suspicions about
your wife's death.

Aunt Eleanor?

What suspicions?

Well, she had the feeling...

that there could have been some other
criminal involved besides Wilson.

Well, I'm not surprised she'd say that.

She sees every criminal in the country
under her mattress.

What does that prove?

Either that she sleeps in a very large
bed, or you're saying she's eccentric.

She's wasting her money on your time,
Mr. Jones.

Free country.

You mind if I ask you a few questions
about your wife's murder?

What can I tell you? I haven't told the
police. It was a simple robbery.

I've been investigating robberies for a
number of years, and I don't recall one

which was exactly simple.

What could be so unusual about this one?

Well, the mechanics were a little
peculiar.

Why stage a robbery like that in such a
public place?

Criminals do stupid things.

Amateurs, maybe, but Wilson was a
professional.

And the evidence seems to indicate that
he was in that parking lot for quite a

while.

Why did he single you out?

I don't think he was being selective.

He was probably just working up his
nerve.

Speaking of nerve, it took quite a bit
of courage for you to jump an armed man

like that over a simple robbery.

Why'd you do that?

I don't know. It was dumb.

Maybe it was the drinks I'd had.

I guess I'll regret it the rest of my
life.

I understand your wife is a great art
collector.

Yeah, she was interested in art.

All these seem to be by the same man,
Lawrence Whitley. Never heard of him.

Not many people have.

My wife sponsored him. She thought he
had potential.

Looks like he dug it up out of the
bottom of a hen house.

If you don't have any more questions,
Mr. Jones, would you excuse me? This

thing's been very rough on me.

Oh, yes, certainly.

Pleasure to talk to you.

Hello? Everything's ready, Mrs. Wilson.

Oh, Mr. Court.

I'm so grateful. I really am.

But... But what?

Well, I've been thinking.

$5 ,000 really doesn't go very far these
days.

See, I'd like to establish a really
solid financial base.

So I wouldn't have to bother you again.

How solid a base?

Well, could you see a way to...

20 ,000?

That's a long way, isn't it?

Not if it's the end of the line.

I wouldn't impose any further. You've
been so kind.

I don't want to be seen at that motel
again.

Can we meet someplace else?

Certainly. As long as it's public with a
lot of people around.

Girl has to protect herself, you
understand.

Do you know the Lebec Lodge in the North
Valley?

No, but I'll find it.

I'll be in the bar at 8 o 'clock.

I'm looking forward to it.

Some of these are kind of hard to figure
out.

Well, maybe we just don't understand
abstract art.

Well, I read once that according to
Delacroix, it's supposed to be the

of the music of the painting.

I guess I'm tone deaf with these.

What do you got on Wilson?

Well, he was born and raised in Fresno.

Spent three years in the Marines.

He was given a bad conduct discharge for
theft.

Where'd he go from there?

Went back home to get married. He lived
with his wife, Catherine, for a short

period of time.

Then he left to drift around the
country. He served time in two states

assault and armed robbery.

What about his wife?

She stayed at home.

They were still married at the time of
his death.

Very interesting.

What do you know about Fresno?

Well, just that they roll up the
sidewalks at 9 o 'clock.

Nobody wants to look at a sidewalk
that's been left out all night.

You could try the winery.

Why not?

Taste the Pinot Noir.

Pick a few figs.

Ask a few questions?

Find out all you can about Wilson.

Whether he had any contact with the
painter, Lawrence Whitley.

I'll get back as soon as I can.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr.

Jones, is it? I'm Larry Whitley. How do
you do?

I see you like that piece.

It's called Model in Aspect.

I hope she can dig her way out.

I'll give her your message.

What did you want to see me about?

I understand you were a favorite of
Linda Court.

She bought some of my paintings.

I saw them.

Evidently, they didn't turn you on.

Vote.

I don't blame you.

These aren't the best side of my work.

But people like to be confused.

I mean, I work up a piece of garbage,
and suddenly everyone is turned on to

a sensory appeal must result from an
unintelligible meaning.

It's a game I play.

You don't seem to be enjoying it.

Linda liked him.

I thought that I could be another
Cezanne.

But I'd have done anything to please
her.

Mr. Whitley, it's possible that the man
that killed Linda was a hired killer.

It could be that her death was a
mistake.

Her husband might have been the original
target.

You're saying that somebody wanted him
done away with?

Whom did you have in mind?

Well, if Wilson were alive, I'd ask him.
But since he isn't, I'll have to go

with the most likely suspect.

Me?

Why? A man who paints something he hates
just because that's the way a woman

wants it.

He might demand something in return.

Do you recall the remark, if I can't own
you, no one will?

I think I phrased that a little better.

It wouldn't be necessary for me to do
away with Charlie, Mr. Jones, because

Linda was planning to divorce him.

That's something I hadn't heard.

It is quite true.

Charlie would have been destroyed.

Yes, in addition to losing his wife, he
probably lost a good job.

Did Charlie know that Linda was going to
divorce him?

I'm not sure.

He might have known about us.

Linda was never much for discretion.

There's nobody here.

Well, I forgot the place was closed on
Monday.

Got your money in the car.

Why don't you bring it here?

Why don't you come with me?

Back off.

I'll go with you.

And the money better be there.

you

How was Fresno?

I was wrong.

They really know how to live up there.

You look like you enjoyed the wine.

It was all those dinners that got to me.
I had to entertain half the women in

Fresno to get any information.

Did it pay off?

Yeah. I located a neighbor of Catherine
Wilson's. She gave me this.

Mrs. Wilson.

Find out anything else?

Frank Wilson visited his wife in Fresno
two weeks ago.

And he left her some money.

How much?

Almost $2 ,000.

Did she tell her neighbor that?

No, the neighbor had a friend who worked
in one of the banks. Kathy, uh,

exchanged all the money for traveler's
checks and then drew out all the money

her account.

Sounds like she wasn't figuring on
coming home soon.

Did she accompany Wilson to Los Angeles?

No, it seems she left with a boyfriend.

A nightclub bouncer named Lee Masters.

I don't think he'll be going home
either.

I think I just read where they found him
dead out at Lebec Lodge last night.

Evidence indicates victim of a hit and
run.

Kathy Wilson has been having a miserable
run of luck with her men.

I think I ought to learn all I can about
this accident, if that's what it was.

Okay, is there anything you want me to
do this evening?

Get some rest.

Thanks. That's very kind.

You seem to be feeling a lot better now.

Well, I guess it's true that time heals.

I sort of hoped it was because I was
here.

where it's going?

Just wanted to have a chat.

You sure keep this up nice?

That's right.

Front bumper is shining like it's brand
new. No dents, rust.

Well, I like to take care of my things.

Funny you didn't take as good care of
the back bumper.

It's showing signs of wear.

Well, maybe I'm just not too steady in
reverse.

Like the old guy back home, he had a car
that would only run backwards.

He didn't care where he was going. He
just wanted to see where he had been.

Is that what you came to talk to me
about?

Well, no.

Uh, Mr. Cord, did you know that Frank
Wilson had a wife?

Yeah, lived up in Fresno.

He visited her about a week ago and left
her a couple thousand dollars for

household money. Now, where would he get
a sum like that?

Some crime, I suppose. Why don't you ask
her?

She wasn't home.

Where it is, she's down here in Los
Angeles somewhere.

If you hear from her, would you call me?

Would you explain to me why I'd hear
from her?

Well, sometimes wives get a little
touchy about their husband getting

even if it's for a good cause.

I'll be careful.

Excuse me, I've got some business to do.
Sure.

Here's a nice day for a drive.

You have it out today?

Just to have it washed.

Really? Thanks.

a bit of shower change.

Yes?

Dirty murderer. I figured I hadn't heard
the last of you.

Oh, you have.

You have because the police can take it
from here. I'm calling them.

It's not going to get you any money.

I'm not in business anymore.

You're too dangerous.

Oh, yes, you are, lady.

You're still in business or you wouldn't
be calling me here.

Price has gone up.

It'll take time to raise that.

And it'll take time for me to figure out
a payoff where you can't get your hands

on me.

There's no problem.

I can't afford to hurt anyone else.

Oh, you can't afford not to.

Looks like pretty hard work.

Yeah, but it's shaping up. Been on it
since early this morning.

Mr. Court been down to look it over?

No, he drove out without giving a
glance.

He seemed to have other things on him.

Oh, yeah, I guess he was worried about
his car. He told me he had an accident

and he kind of banged it up.

Yeah, front end.

Looks like you used a bumper for a cam
opener.

Don't work too hard.

Look at this tire mark.

This could have been made last night.

Looks like two cars were here,
Lieutenant.

Say, did you happen to find a motel key
on Masters?

What makes you think that?

Just a guess.

Had to stay somewhere down here. I
figured you didn't buy a house.

When you're close, we found a receipt on
him from the Hollywood Motel.

What did they have to say?

That he checked in there two days ago
with a young woman.

Is that a fact?

We got a description, but haven't been
able to locate her yet.

She probably left town.

It's hard, I know.

What?

Being without someone you've loved for a
long time.

But I think anyone can go on.

He knows people still care for him.

Won't you let me help?

You're a kind and gentle girl, Terry.

Maybe the only one I've ever known.

People can't help me now.

Somewhere in the world, there's a place
where fat, old ex -football players can

find some peace.

I'd like to dump everything and go look
for it.

But I'm afraid.

Of what?

Myself.

See, all my life...

Operators smarter than me have used me.

Made me have to be some kind of a god
because I could run past people.

Then one day they said, you'll have to
make it another way.

Only I don't know another way.

So the second team moved in.

The vultures waiting to picket the
bones.

I don't understand.

The wife that...

Was amused like I was a toy and got
bored when the paint rubbed off.

About company that put me in public
relations with a fancy office.

Put me on exhibit.

You'll have to forget about the past.

It'll only make you unhappy.

You see, that's the tough part. It's
tough giving up anything. I don't care

it was gained.

Would it be easier if you had someone
you could trust?

You think it's possible?

I think anything's possible.

Try hard enough for it.

Maybe we could try for it together.

Would you excuse me?

Hello. You know the Bayshore Bowling
Alley?

Yes. Be there at 5 o 'clock.

Put the money in one of the daily rent
lockers at the west end of the building.

And?

There's a phone booth in Van Nuys.

In the parking lot of a market at the
corner of Chandler and Ventura.

Tape the key under the shelf.

Chandler and Ventura.

I'll send somebody to pick up the key.

You follow him, and I'll be right on the
phone to the police.

I don't know. It sounds all right, but,
uh... Stanley, everything is going to be

fine. There's nothing to it, Stanley.

And you pick up a fast $500 just for
bringing the package home to Mama.

Nothing's going to go wrong.

No way.

Everything's going to go right.

For you and for me.

Well, I don't know what I can tell you.
I haven't already told the police.

He and the woman registered here on the
29th.

The police said his name was Masters.

Is that the way you register?

No. Use the name of Godwater.

This the woman that was with him?

Yep, that's her.

Thank you very much for your trouble.

Are the police looking for her?

They may not be the only ones.

Long time, Mr. J. How have you been?

Good. You?

Same old six and sevens, you know.

Got any tough ones?

Yep.

What was Zach Wheat's lifetime batting
average?

Zach Wheat?

317.

132 home runs.

1 ,248 runs batted in.

Too easy for you. Have to try football.

Hey, I hear Charlie Court's a customer
here.

Yeah, he used to be quite a regular.

All right. What was his college
touchdown total?

None. Came off Sandlot.

You mean he never played anything with
pro?

No.

Wait a minute. He did play some service
ball.

Where?

Marines, I think.

I had a team stationed up at Cherry
Point.

Cherry Point, North Carolina?

Yeah, about ten years ago.

Check it with Frank Wilson's service
record.

I'll get right on it.

Help you? Yeah, I had a few things to
check, and I noticed that all the other

lockers were rented except the one I
took.

Yeah, a guy came in a little while ago,
and he wanted to roll a dime. So I went

and rent all the lockers.

He left, came back in a few minutes, and
he opened one of them. Is there a place

near here where they make duplicate
keys?

Right down the block.

Thanks.

Call the Marine base at Cherry Point.

Frank Wilson was stationed there at the
same time as Charlie Court, but they

were in different units.

Did Wilson play football?

No, but he was the equipment manager for
the team.

That means he did have some contact with
Court. All right, that establishes the

tie -up between the two of them.

Any word on Wilson's wife?

Not yet, but I think we'd better get to
her before Court does.

Yes, thank you very much.

Anything? I finally located the only
friend she has here in Los Angeles, but

hasn't seen her.

The way I figure it, Kathy was probably
blackmailing court.

If I were playing that game, I'd start
heading out the minute I got the money.

I checked all the airlines. There's no
record of a Catherine Wilson making any

reservations.

Waters. What?

That's the name she checked into the
motel under.

Catherine Waters.

Or Mrs. Scott Waters.

Now, that's Scott Waters, 11 a .m.
flight to Hawaii on Consolidated

and she left a callback number.

Let's see where this number is.

Grand Hotel in Hollywood.

Got any more friends around?

Please.

I promise I will not bother you again.

What happened?

That was a clever payoff you arranged.

How did you find out about the duplicate
key at the bowling alley?

I noticed all the lockers were rented
except one.

Then the cashier told me about your
boyfriend.

He shouldn't have come back so soon
after he had that key made.

What did you do to him?

There won't be any more trouble.

More important is what am I going to do
with you?

You fire that gun, it'll raise everybody
in the place.

Please. You're coming with me whether
you like it or not.

Backstairs.

Hold it, Court!

Get up those stairs! Go on!

You're an open target, boy. Drop the
gun.

No, you throw yours out or she gets it.

I'm not that concerned with her welfare.

Come on, Charlie. It's all over.

Thomas sent an ambulance.

Too bad you could have saved yourself a
bullet, son.

Never in the world would I have thought
it was Carl.

You're sure?

He gave a full confession to the police.

Still, I can't help but be sorry for
him. Even though he did do a terrible

thing.

Poor Linda.

You can never tell where marriage will
lead.

No, sometimes it's a gamble.

Still, it's better to gamble than be
alone.

Miss Park?

I myself have gambled several times.

What about you, Mr. Jones?

Just once.

I'm a widower.

Oh, well.

Well, don't you think only once is
really not giving it a chance?

Barnaby Jones, office. May I help you?

Yes.

Yes, I'll catch the first plane.

Excuse me, ma 'am.

It's an emergency.

He's a charming man.

Does he own a dinner jacket?

I don't think so.

Oh, well, we can rent him one.

Bye -bye.

does picking up your laundry mean an
emergency?

When a lady like that gets the itch to
gamble again.

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