All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s02e10 The Black Art Of Dying

Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen,
also starring

Lee Merriweather, with guest stars Fritz
Weaver,

Robert Pine, Karen Michon,

special guest star Joanne Linville.

Tonight's episode, The Black Art of Dye.

personal belonging.

This aura reflects the kinetic force,
the psychic

reflection of the owner.

I guess something else.

Scarf has brought you great luck.

Something nice always happens when you
wear it.

Your husband asked you to marry him the
first day you wore it.

Everything. I wore it the day that Alec
proposed.

It's uncanny.

Most of us, you know, possess latent
psychic abilities, sometimes just a

question of developing our true
potential.

I'm convinced we're operating at about 5
% of our potential.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to monopolize
your guess, Kay.

Everyone's having a wonderful time.

You know, it's amazing.

Almost frightening.

I've read articles about psychokinesis.
It stunned me how you were so accurate

about my wife's... Mr.

Matthews is a big hit.

You don't approve, do you, Byron?

Well, I've never been much for parlor
tricks.

As your lawyer and friend, I'd feel a
lot better if I didn't know that you

so taken with him.

First of all, I just get the vibration.

You're a very suspicious man.

Excuse me, you two.

Is this a private party or can anyone
play?

Everyone's having a wonderful time.

Almost everyone.

Where have I failed?

Well, that's not easy to say.

I have a closed mind.

I've wrote along a letter.

I'd be very interested to know what you
can make of that.

Sometimes, perhaps. Why not now?

No.

Left for a woman.

A loved one.

A wife, perhaps. I'm not sure.

I sense a terrible sickness that has
befallen her.

This is the last letter you'll ever
receive.

In it, she tells you how much she loves
you.

Wait a minute.

Feeling the premonition.

There's a disturbing force, a dark force
about the end of your life.

Trying to warn you.

It's late. I've got to go.

What?

Byron?

Byron, please don't go. Jason didn't
mean to offend you. No, it's all right.

It's all right.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Are you sure? Yes.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

You're the friend of the guest.

You couldn't have known.

He lost his wife a little over a year
ago.

He's never really gotten over it.

Sorry if I've upset you.

It's not your fault.

I am.

I am frightened of your psychic power.

But at the same time, it gives me hope.

And I'm doubly glad I'm here.

Never give up hope.

Come with me. Come with me, please.

Please.

Of course, my father's death was listed
as an accident. I'm not suggesting

anything else for the moment.

For the moment? Well, yes. You see, Mr.
Jones, lately my father had been

troubled by a series of rather strange
events.

Phone calls in the night and, well, that
sort of thing.

He was convinced that somebody was
trying to reach him.

Who?

My mother.

And you see, Mr. Jones, my mother, well,
she's been dead for over a year now.

I know what you must be thinking.

I'm glad one of us does.

The point is, my father was anything but
superstitious.

He was a very level -headed man.

A lawyer, you know.

But these things happen.

That troubled him.

Unnerved him.

We were going to talk about it.

You spoke earlier about a bystander, a
woman seen near the accident.

Yes. The truck driver said he saw a
woman standing near my father's car.

A rather strange looking woman.

Like a ghost. No, those were his words.

I suppose the police know the name of
this truck driver.

I'm sure they do.

These events that happened to your
father, besides the phone calls, was

anything else?

Well, on one occasion, he said he
thought he saw my mother.

He blamed it on his imagination.

Why did my father stop in the middle of
nowhere?

And who was that woman the truck driver
saw?

There are just too many questions.

I need some answers, Mr. Jones.

Will you take the case?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to.

I'm too old to believe in ghosts.

I'd seen the vision clearly. I could
have convinced him.

Stop torturing yourself. There is no way
that you could have convinced Byron to

believe you. I could have. I know it.

Jason, listen to me.

Byron urged me not to give you money for
the foundation.

The whole idea of parapsychology was
foreign to him. He couldn't accept it.

So, you see, you couldn't have possibly
helped him.

He thought I was a fraud.

He was half in love with you. We both
know that.

accepted me under any circumstances.

He didn't understand my interest in your
work.

He just didn't believe that you could
help me find Deborah.

Okay.

I still am not sure I can.

When we first met, you said that you
sensed a child's presence around me.

You couldn't have known that I had a
little girl in Wilson.

All I know is I got these vibrations.

I still get them.

They're not from the other side.

So you see, you still do believe that
she is alive.

It's possible.

Kay, you have an object of Deborah's, a
piece of clothing,

something I could psychometrize?

I'll come by later.

I think it may help us.

You said yourself never give up hope.

I know, darling.

We must.

I'll wait for you.

Beautiful, Jason.

Oh, beautiful.

I especially like the part where you
told her never to give up hope.

Master's touch.

That's enough.

Oh, my, we are well -typed.

It's been a full day, Kelly.

Is the pretty widow getting to you just
a little, Jason?

Jason.

This is the... score we've been dreaming
of. You said so yourself.

What are you waiting for?

I don't want to push her too fast.

Push her?

You're going to be lucky if you can keep
up.

You sure nobody saw you at the accident?

Honey, relax. We have got nothing to
worry about.

Nothing.

Am I finding out about that letter
Collings always carried around with him?

That was lucky, wasn't it?

Heartless creature aren't you You set
him up Jason I just do the research

You're not complaining about our
teamwork are you

Still going over to Ed's car, huh? Did
you find anything?

Yeah, a strand of hair. Did your father
have gray hair?

No.

But my mother had gray hair.

Of course, she bought the car after she
died.

Yeah. I also found a kind of a greasy
smudge.

Something like makeup.

Makeup?

Well, what's it mean?

I don't know until I get to the lab.

Seems to be some sort of gummy plastic.

Take another look.

Yeah, there's an indentation of some
kind.

Hold on.

How do you explain all this?

Can't yet.

You told me that your father went to a
party the night of his death. Is Mrs.

Rogers, is she a friend or a client?

Both. My father was very fond of Kay.

That's why he was so upset.

Well, it's no secret.

Kay seems to have fallen under the spell
of a psychic, a man named Jason

Matthews. Your father didn't approve.

He neither approved nor disapproved.

What troubled him were the rather large
donations Kay made to his parapsychology

institute in London.

What's your idea of large?

$20 ,000.

He was at Mrs.

Rogers' party for the night of your
father's accident, and he predicted Mr.

Colling's death.

Not in so many words. It was just that
he sensed a shadow over Byron's life.

You don't believe in psychic phenomena,
do you, Mr. Jones?

Well, in my line of work, I run into a
few skeletons out there, but they're

usually in somebody's closet.

I still don't know why Paul hired you.

Is there some question about Byron's
death?

Mrs. Rogers?

Yes, Ida.

Hello. my butt again?

Oh, no.

No, Jason, I'd like for you to meet Mr.
Jones.

This is Jason Matthews. How do you do?

Mr. Jones is a private investigator.

There seems to be some problem about
Byron's death.

Oh. I understand you tried to warn Mr.
Collings.

No.

What I did was feel the presence of
someone else trying to warn him.

He went?

Possibly. I didn't hear the voice
clearly.

Very interesting.

Tell me, Mr. Matthews, do you hear these
voices with your ear or your mind?

That's a very good question, Mr. Jones.

It's been debated many times.

I hear them in my mind.

As I've told Mrs.

Rogers, I've worked very closely on
several occasions with the police here

in London. Perhaps I can be of some
assistance to you.

Well, that's very kind.

I generally need all the help I can get.

I'm sure you're being very modest, Mr.
Jones.

No, that's not my style.

What is your style, Mr. Jones?

Oh, I would say perseverance, just plain
contrariness, I suspect, plus a certain

instinct for sniffing out the truth.

Yes, I imagine instinct must be an
important factor in such a dangerous

profession.

Well, thank you very much for your time,
Miss Rodgers.

Oh, you're very welcome.

Oh, uh, you don't happen to see any dark
shadows hovering over me, do you, Mr.

Matthews?

I don't go in for spot readings.

Then we never know what's around the
corner, do we, Mr. Jones?

No, Mr. Matthews, we never do.

in Collings' car looks like it came from
a wig.

A lot of people wear wigs nowadays.

Gray wig?

You know, I'm beginning to wonder about
that woman.

The one who looked like a ghost?

Yeah, I finally located the truck driver
in Kansas City, and that's exactly the

way he described her.

Well, what about the makeup you found in
Collings' car?

Heavy. Not like commercial makeup at
all. It's kind of like theater people

And the interesting part about it is the
color. Gray, almost white.

Do you think there's a connection?

Somebody may have been trying to
gaslight Collings.

This impression on the plastic might
tell us how.

Kind of like a trademark of what may
have been an electronic gizmo.

I could check it out with Eddie down at
Clarion Electronics.

They are already expecting you.

I'm almost sure she's not in the spirit
world.

I'm getting a direct message.

Wait a minute.

I see a circus, amusement park, I'm not

sure which.

She's a little girl now, hugging a doll.

There's a man with her.

They're laughing about something.

They're saying something about... Taffy?

That's her dolly's name.

He's pointing to a... to a
confectioner's stand.

And he... the man goes away.

Another man comes.

A shadow of a second man.

He leads her away.

He drops the doll.

The first man returns.

She's gone.

All he finds is the doll.

It's true.

Everything you said.

When Debbie was six years old, her
father took her to the amusement park.

He went to buy her some candy.

He just left her for a minute.

And when he came back, she was gone.

There was never a ransom note, nothing.

And we finally just accepted that
someone who wanted a child desperately

took her.

Listen to me. I know she's alive, Jason.
I know it. I can feel it, too.

Where is she?

Jason, where is she?

You must know.

I'm sorry.

It takes time, Kay. It doesn't happen
all at once. Sometimes it never happens.

It's just that we're so close.

MW, I know we will.

You have to be patient.

Jason,

you've been so wonderful.

You'll find her.

I know you will.

I love people who say, I have to tell
you. I don't have to tell you, but I'm

going to because it's in the contract.

There was this great football game, see,
for the all -time professional football

championship between the elephants and
the insects.

At the end of the first half, it's
elephants 50, insects 0.

So at the opening of the second half,
the insects send out their star, the

centipede.

End of the game, insects 100, elephants
50.

Well, the captain of the elephants comes
into the locker room to the captain of

the insects, and he says, great game,
but why did you wait till the second

to send in the centipede?

So the captain of the insects says, He
was putting on his shoes.

We'll have another show very shortly, so
please stick around if you know what's

good for you. Thank you very much.

Well,

well, does your cow give milk? No, you
have to take it away from her.

Hiya, Barton.

How you hitting? You know, same as
always.

Fine petal tonight, chickie. Cut.

You gotta get rid of those words like
fine petal.

Shucks.

It's bad for your image.

I never thought of that.

You gotta be a stand -up guy, you know,
tough.

No kidding.

Right on.

Well, what words should I use?

Like, uh, what's happening, man?

Cool.

Far out.

Tough.

Heavy.

You got it all together.

Tell me, what are you into?

Well, a psychic.

Name is Jason Matthews. Ever hear of
him? Jason Matthews?

Did he ever play clubs?

I don't know.

Recognize him?

Where'd you get this?

Society page.

So that's what he's into.

The great Saturn.

Medalist.

Years ago, we played on the same bills
together in clubs.

And then all of a sudden, he dropped
out.

Uh, why?

Why did he drop out?

Who knows what evil lurks in hearts of
men?

A fellow like this usually worked with a
pretty girl assistant.

Well, the last time I saw him, he was
breaking in a new girl. What happened to

her? Who knows?

Could you help me find her, Chicky?

Take a little time.

It's important.

I'll get back to you.

Mr. Jones, at the risk of appearing
rude, I must tell you I don't normally

sittings here. I have an office down in
Westwood.

Well, I'm not here for a sitting.

Oh? I thought you might be able to help
me.

You see, the truck driver that drove the
truck that killed poor Mr.

Collings said that he saw a woman near
Mr.

Collings' car.

The woman looked like a ghost.

Huh? Well, I don't understand. How do
you think I could help you?

Well, since you predicted the tragedy,
in a manner of speaking, I thought maybe

you might have some idea who the woman
could be.

But you have a rather exaggerated
opinion of my abilities, Mr. Jones.

What's so important about this woman,
anyway?

That's a good question.

You see, I found some smears of makeup
in the back of Mr. Colling's car.

Theatrical makeup.

I found a strand of gray hair. It looked
like it came out of a wig.

And I figured that somebody may have
been trying to spook Mr. Colling.

You should see somebody about your
fantasies, Mr. Jones. Why would someone

to spook Mr. Colling?

Well, I was hoping that you might be
able to tell me that.

Jones, I think you missed your calling.
You should be writing mysteries, not

solving them.

I had an uncle who tried writing once,
writing recipes.

Recipes for corn whiskey.

He never made the bestseller list, but
he sure had a happy time researching.

That's so humorous, Mr. Jones.

And as much as I'd enjoy spending some
more time with you, I'm afraid I'm

terribly late for an appointment
already, so if you don't mind, let me

you figure out the pieces.

You'll be the first to know.

I patched it back together again as well
as I could.

It's like a glove into this plastic that
Betty brought in.

But you get a hold of a fancy little
receiver like this.

Somebody planted it in my car.

And they probably followed me with a
radio transmitter.

Tell me, do you sell many items of that
kind?

No, we don't even handle them, Barnaby.

Who does?

Some outfit on the East Coast.

They're the only one.

Eddie, do you think you could get me a
list of everyone who was bought?

A little receiver of that kind, let's
say, in the last six months.

I could try.

I don't see many of these around.

Just bugs.

That's all people seem to want.

See, you just missed him, Mr. Jones. He
went to meet Mr.

Matthews.

Fascinating man, that Mr. Matthews.

Oh? You think so, Mr. Jones?

Don't you?

Well, he could charm the birds back into
the trees, that one.

I take it you don't altogether approve
of Mr. Matthews?

Oh, now, don't be putting words into my
mouth, Mr. Jones. No.

Just that poor thing's had so much
tragedy in her life, I couldn't bear it

she got hurt again.

You mean the death of her husband?

That and the other.

The other?

The loss of her daughter.

I didn't know.

Well, yes.

Mr. Rogers died just a couple of years
after they lost the child.

How did they lose a child?

I don't know for sure. It happened
before I got here.

Mrs. Rogers, of course, she never talks
about it. And the nurse that took care

of the child, she was gone by the time I
came.

Do you happen to remember the name of
the nurse?

Nora. Nora Randall.

Jason, what's the matter?

I came as soon as I got your message. I
psychometrized the doll.

Through an old church cemetery.

Led me here.

Here?

This is where David, my husband, was
buried.

Oh, you told me that Debbie is living.
You did, Jason. Oh.

What?

What is it?

Puzzling, I know.

Because...

still don't get any feeling from the
other side.

You don't?

I remember this.

What? Yes.

I'm sure of it.

What is it?

I feel her presence.

You do?

I get something about...

Pictures, a snapshot in your wallet. Do
you have a picture of Debbie?

Yes, I do.

Yes.

How old would she be now, Debbie?

Stay here. Stay here. Oh, I want to
touch her. Okay, we don't want to

her. Let me go.

Where is she?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

Deborah?

Deborah!

Mommy!

Why did she leave?

Okay, listen to me. Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe it wasn't Debbie.

No, it was.

I know it was.

She must have been drawn here to her
father's grave somehow.

She's alive.

My baby is alive.

Oh, it happened a long time ago.

Longer than I like to admit.

Little Debbie was about, oh, six years
old.

Her father took her to the amusement
park. And the way he told it, she wanted

some candy.

So he went to get it, and when he came
back, she was gone.

Just vanished into thin air.

And they never found the little girl?

No, they never did.

First they thought it was kidnapping,
but when they didn't get any ransom

notes... They just assumed that some
desperately lonely woman had taken the

child.

But whatever the case, the father,
David, blamed himself.

Drove him to an early grave.

But do you know that Mrs. Rogers never
gave up hope that that baby would be

returned to her?

Oh, my feet are just killing me. Do you
mind if we sit down here for a spell?

And the police never found a trace of
the little girl.

Oh, they tried, of course.

And later, Mrs. Rogers hired a private
detective.

Like you.

Only, um, not nearly so charming, if you
don't mind my saying so.

I don't mind a bit.

And over all these years, you never had
any contact with the family. I mean,

nobody came around to see you about
this.

Oh, well, there was a reporter last
month. But he was just doing a follow

story on the little girl's
disappearance.

Um, human interest.

Did he, uh...

Look anything like that?

Oh, yes, that's him.

Very generous he was, too.

He wanted to know more information.

Things that I had even forgotten myself,
like her doll's name.

Things like that.

You know, I never did see that article,
though.

Isn't that funny?

Okay.

That's only a temporary setback.

I know how disappointed you must be.

But you'll find out. I'm sure.

You say that like you won't be here.

I've been avoiding telling you this
because... Well, frankly, I was hoping

would straighten itself out.

Tell me what?

Darling, if I don't get back to London
soon, I'm going to lose the Institute.

How long will you be gone?

Hard to say.

I have to raise the money myself.

Probably go on a lecture tour.

Where does that leave us?

Okay, it's only a matter of time,
really.

I'll be back soon, I'm sure of it.

Eventually.

Eventually.

Don't go, Jesus.

I mean, we're so close.

think of this before. I have the perfect
solution.

Let me underwrite the Institute.

Okay, you've been more than generous
already.

Look, I believe in you.

You can call it a loan or anything you
want.

It's out of the question.

Why?

Your pride?

Is that what you think?

An excuse never to see me again.

Don't be foolish.

How much do you need?

$100 ,000.

Quite a sum to raise the moment's
notice, but...

I'll just have to make a few phone
calls.

Hello, Betty.

Barnaby, Eddie at Clarion Electronics
just called with the information you

wanted. What is it?

Six miniaturized receivers were
purchased three months ago, and they

to Jason's Parapsychology Institute in
Lebanon.

That's it, Betty.

Have you found out anything there?

Chicky's still rehearsing. I'll be in
touch.

You know, I always wished I could do
stuff like that.

Eat your heart out.

Hey, Bart, I think I have some good news
for you. I've located Doc Saturn's

assistant.

Where is she?

She's right here in town.

Here's her address.

Kelly Barnes.

Yeah, she's been with Doc Saturn the
last couple of years.

Understand she's great at her job.

Jason. Don't you ever bother to knock?

Must be a guilty conscience.

I, uh, got the money.

There's your share.

Wow.

This can buy us a nice long vacation
someplace.

I'm splitting, Kelly.

Alone. What?

What are you talking about?

Come on, you knew the jokes going in.

I never promised you we were going off
into the sunset together.

So now you've got the whole ball of wax.

The money, the woman, everything.

Not like that.

How is it?

Tired of the con. That's all. I'm tired
of the hustle.

Even if I wanted Kay, I couldn't have
her.

Then later she'd find out the truth
about me.

You just can't write me off like that.

What are you going to do when your money
runs out?

I'll cross that bridge when I come to
it. Oh, no.

You're just getting rid of me so you can
come back and marry that woman.

You overestimate your importance.

Jason, Jason, please.

Let me go with you.

Kelly, you're very good at beginning an
affair, but you end badly.

Be a good girl. Get yourself together.

I'm going to go out now.

When I come back, I don't want to find
you here.

Hello, Mrs. Rogers.

You don't know me, but I know you.

And I also know Jason Matthews. He's a
fraud, Mrs. Rogers.

Okay. Jason, I have to talk to you.

Of course.

I... I think I know what you're going to
tell me.

What?

You had a phone call from a girl.

She told you I was a fraud.

I don't understand. How did you know
that?

I knew her before I met you.

She was in love with me.

Tried to break it off.

How did she know about me?

Afraid I made a mistake of telling her.

She said such terrible things that I
almost called the police.

She warned me. If I didn't take her
back, she'd ruin my life.

I guess I should have taken it a little
bit more seriously.

Oh, I feel a little silly now.

You're entitled.

Here. Let me fix you a drink.

Hey, I'd love that.

I'll tell you, if the girl you're
looking for is Kelly Barnes, she's not

She's probably at that friend of hers.
You know, the physic.

You mean the psychic?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's the one.

Uh, you see her leave?

Yeah, she got in that red buggy of hers
and buzzed off.

When was that?

Oh, it was about, I'd say about an hour
ago.

You feel better?

Much.

You know, after that phone call, I
thought that that was the end of our

Debbie.

I know you're busy, so I better go.

Do I see you later?

Of course.

Someone still has to administer the
money.

But I... I thought after I gave you the
money, you didn't have to go.

Hey, I wanted to go in for a few days.

Why didn't you tell me?

You make it sound as if I'm trying to
duck out.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

I'll make it easy for you.

Why don't you come with me?

That's a terrific idea.

I want you to see the Institute anyway.

What do you say? Come on.

Just... Just like that? Sure, just like
that. Why not?

Besides, you've got to protect your
interests.

All right.

Go on. Come on. We'll swing by my place
and get you.

Things will head to the airport. I've
got to pack.

We'll pack.

And what if there isn't a reservation?

Well, Mr.

Matthews.

Matthew?

Everybody home?

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

Hello, Betty.

I'm at Jason Matthews' office.

I found Kelly Barnes. She's dead.

Call Lieutenant Hager and tell him.

I'm going to check out Matthews' house
in the canyon.

All right. I'll get right on it.

What's the matter, Jason?

You can say a word all the way up here.

Let's take a walk.

A walk?

But I thought we were in a hurry. I
still have to call and make my airline

reservation. Okay.

I'm not going anywhere.

And none of it is true?

Debbie being alive? None of it?

And I told you what you wanted to hear.

Jason.

Come on.

Jason,

please. Please let me go. You've got the
money. Let me go.

Please, please. Sorry, Kay.

Give it up, Matthews. Don't make me
shoot.

You all right?

You lead the way, Ms. Rogers.

Morning. Ah, Mr. Jones.

Oh.

Good morning. Good morning, Mr. Jones.

Please sit down. Have a cup of coffee, a
piece of pastry.

Thanks. No, I better not.

You know, I have to watch my diet.

Oh.

Is Jason all right?

He's charged with murder and a lot of
other things. I'm afraid both of you

have to testify.

You know, we've recovered most of the
money. Good.

But there are some things that you can
never recover.

I thought you'd like to have this.

A little tattered around the edges?

Older but wiser.

Like me, Mr. Jones.

Like all of us.

Hmm. I, uh... I was just telling Paul
that I'd been thinking about adopting a

little girl.

Perhaps starting a whole new life.

What do you think of that idea, Mr.
Jones?

I think that's a wonderful idea.

So do I.