All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s02e18 A Gold Record For Murder

Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Meriwether, with guest
stars Marjo Gortner,

Meg Foster, Jason Evers.

Tonight's episode, A Gold Record for
Murder.

Deep in the night, on the dark window,
she lets her hair hang down.

She smiles from the side.

man's number one fan. Here you go,
Stark.

You're so great.

Let me help you sit still for a minute.
Come on. Yeah, I do that, and I'm out of

a job, and you're going to be out of an
aisle, too.

Are you up front tonight?

Yeah, you look great. It was a beautiful
show.

Well, I just give the folks what they
crave, man. You know,

Those theatrics, those get them every
time.

Yeah, the performance was fine, but,
uh... All right already. Hey, hey, come

Answer, this is supposed to be a tryout
time for new material, so... Only you

didn't write any.

Now, the new album's supposed to be
delivered in two weeks. We've got to get

into that studio.

We will, old buddy. We will.

When? Yeah, this gig's almost over now.
We've run out of excuses.

He's right, David.

Everybody's waiting for your new
material, honey.

Well, listen to the voice of the public,
huh?

David, Glenda knows what she's talking
about. You've got a position to

Now, what keeps you on top? It's as much
what you write as what you do. All

right, already.

I can see that my public has prevailed.

Amen. You want new songs?

You'll get them. But, hey, the kid's got
to be left alone, man. Just me and my

creative juices. You dig what I'm coming
for? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, out, out.

Come on.

You too, Blender. Go crash someplace
else. Come on.

Well, there's an album there, I guess.

Now, look at all these.

Man, you should have told me, Ray. You
should have called me.

Yeah, I had other things on my mind.

Oh, well, it doesn't matter, buddy, as
long as we are in business.

Listen, I'll take all these home and go
over the rest of them there.

I'll bring you back some money tomorrow.

No. What do you mean, no? Man, you
always get paid for what you do.

Now, listen, if you don't think what
you've been getting is enough... I don't

want more money.

I want credit.

my name on my music.

You're kidding, right? It's got to be a
joke.

No. It's time for me to be known for
what I do.

Hey, do you know what that'll do to me?

Listen, so you give me credit for this
one album, nobody's going to know about

the past.

Man, I give you credit for one album and
they're going to put your signature on

everything that I've done. It's going to
destroy me, man. Can't you understand

that? Listen, now I've made up my mind.
That's it. I mean, that's it.

I'll get you some coffee and we'll work
out the details.

It'll all work out, David. It'll be a
lot better.

Here you are.

Oh, David.

David, David, David.

David!

Come on, say something.

think we can be a team now i mean it i
mean i have a lot of ideas where we can

go with this stuff will you please tell
me what you think at least

david say anything just say whatever
comes

into your head i

don't feel so good i think i'm gonna sit
down

what's the matter with me hey listen
come on just i don't know what you want

want me to say i'm sorry is that what
you want that's what i want right

Only one dude can be known for David
Colton's music.

Sorry, old buddy.

Raymond couldn't have taken drugs, Mr.
Jones.

He wouldn't.

Excuse me, Mrs. Walden, but didn't the
police find that your son died of an

accidental overdose of narcotics?

They were mistaken.

They didn't know Raymond.

Mrs. Walling, every mother feels that
she knows her own boy. Mr. Jones, I'm a

musician too.

A violinist good enough to be a
concertmaster, but not good enough to

all that Raymond did.

It was my dream to see him become truly
important in music.

Well, the problem was that what Morgan
thought was important and what Raymond

did were different.

I pushed him.

Made him turn to composition.

But he was no longer interested in the
traditional forms.

He liked popular music.

We fought constantly.

When I went to see Raymond about three
weeks ago, it was for the first time in

months.

Where did you go to see him about?

I had a possible commission for him.

A chance for a concert.

Wasn't he interested?

He turned me down flat.

He said he was too busy.

But I said to him, a father doesn't want
to remember.

Don't you see, Mr. Jones?

I drove Raymond to that overdose.

Prove my husband is wrong.

Please, Mr. Jones.

Raymond had everything to live for. He
had his music to look forward to and a

lovely young lady.

Why would he take the drugs?

That's a question that ought to be
answered, Mrs. Walding, but I can't

that answer will be satisfying.

What, have you been camped out here for
three days?

He's not answering the phone or the
door.

Did you give him something wrong?

David. I was so worried about you.

David, what are you doing?

Why'd you open the gate for Gil and not
for me?

You were trying to avoid me, weren't
you?

You wanted me to go away.

Oh, Dave, David, you've got somebody
here.

Where is she? Where you got her stats,
David?

Little Kitty!

Notice the great trust I inspire.

When you start living up to your
responsibilities, David, people will

Now, you can't shut yourself off like
this. The record company people have

after me. Hey, the record company people
are about to remember how come they

love me so much.

Here.

This is good.

Yeah, that's really good.

Don't look so amazed.

Came from a man's soul.

Yeah, but three days.

And you come through.

You are a genius.

Hey, you got 40 % of greatness, Gil. You
know that?

I go without sleep.

You get rich.

Who gets you the chance to display that
greatness?

Oh, you really sweat.

Grinding out all those deals over lunch
with the wine.

Oh, now, David, you're exhausted.

You need a little rest.

A little relaxation, companionship.

David, forgive me.

Yeah, I told you I was going to work.

Came here straight from the club.

David, I came by here that night to see
if you'd change your mind about being

alone and you weren't here.

I'm sorry, that night you weren't here.

Land, no one has ever given you any
rights to me.

Now, whether I picked up some chick or
just drove around in the car to clear up

my head isn't something that you've got
to know.

Please, David, which one was it?

Well,

Paul, this is very impressive.

How long had you known Ray?

Ray and I were just starting, Mr.
Johnson.

He was rather shy with people.

I was his first girl.

And only then, because I'd contacted him
to ask if he'd speak the graduate music

class I was in.

Police reports said they found
barbiturate and heroin in Ray's system,

other needle marks.

Ray never took drugs, Mr. Jones.

He was too involved with his work and
trying new things.

Popular music.

Yes. I never saw any of it, but Ray was
very excited about starting to write

some rock.

Well, now, they do have these stories
about rock musicians and drugs.

Mr. Jones, Ray had his own little world
right here.

He didn't even know any rock musicians.

What about this young man?

David Colton.

David Colton's about as big as you can
get. I really don't see how he and

According to this stamp here, this was a
complimentary record.

You have to know somebody to get those.

It would be in the music business.

Ray must have hundreds of complimentary
records.

Yeah, it's classical, but it rocked.

And the only ones he seems to have
gotten for free are all from David

Quite a stack, too.

Ray's address book?

Yeah.

David Colton.

Address and phone number.

See, to me, this is pretty confidential
stuff, especially if Colton is as big as

you say.

Well, the numbers wouldn't be that easy
to come by and know of it.

But why wouldn't we mention knowing him,
especially when he was so interested in

Colton's field?

Well, one way to find out would be a
visit to David Colton.

Young lady, I wonder if you could help
me find Mr. Colton.

This is David Colton's house, isn't it?
Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

I'm Colton.

Care to join us, friend?

Discover the true you?

Well, son, I think I've lived long
enough to know who I am.

Maybe you can help me discover the true
David Colton.

I always like to see a good act, old
buddy.

Mr. Colton?

I'm Bartleby Jones.

I wonder if I could talk to you.

Start playing, huh?

Come on in. Thank you.

Well, this glass must have been
expensive.

I know a place you can get some orange
crates that fit right in here.

Let's not be critical, Grandpa.

Now, you don't look like a groupie, so
what can I do for you?

And don't tell me that it's my fault
that your granddaughter ran away from

Well, I'm afraid I'm investigating the
death of one of your friends.

Hey, look, Mr. Jones, is it?

I'm finally getting to relax a little,
man. The last thing in the world I want

to hear about is death.

Ray Walding.

Walding? He died of an overdose. I was
wondering how he got it.

You, uh, you got a picture or something
this Walding do?

Sure.

I mean, his face is a little familiar.
Maybe I've seen him around.

He was a musician.

A lot of people are.

He had all of your records,
complimentary copies.

My record company's got a big preview
list. I've got no idea who half the

on it are.

Does your phone number get circulated
the same way?

If it does, it seems to me it defeats
the whole idea of an unlisted number.

That's how come I change it every couple
months.

Well... I'm sorry to have wasted your
time, Mr. Colton.

If you can't help it, at least you can.

Hey, look, Mr. Jones, I'm sorry about
this Walden guy.

He's probably no worse than anybody
still walking around.

I mean, if you're trying to trace his
connection, hey, I can't help you, old

buddy.

You are supposed to keep people like Mr.
Old Shucks there out, Gil, not just

stand around and listen to them gas.

It's too bad you couldn't help him.

Yeah.

Did everything go all right in there?

You can call the treatment a revenue or
it would get around to still all right.

Please don't think too badly of David.

He's just trying to be the way that
people expect him to be.

Maybe you can help me.

Have you ever seen this young man around
here?

No, no, no, not around here.

Anywhere else?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, um, a couple months ago, David,
um, took me out to dinner, a place in

Hollywood, and he came over to our table
and started talking to David.

Did you hear what they were talking
about?

Um, no, David just sort of hustled him
away.

It, uh, he mentioned his name.

But David knew him. I mean, he said he
was going to see that cat soon, and

wouldn't say anything like that unless
he meant it. Well, thank you, Miss...

Glenda.

Glenda.

Now, this is everything, Barnaby.

Content for the dead man's pocket.

A vial of pills.

And this kit.

Now, our bitch that she took definitely
matched those in that vial, according to

our tests.

The police say that they found no
readable prints on those.

This junk passes through a million
different hands.

There's nothing unusual here, Barnaby.
Standard for a dead junkie.

Even this?

I'd say that one of the hands that
passed through was highly skilled,

you say, Dr. Mayhill? Nice work.

Mind if I check this out for a few days?

We were just about to turn this back to
the family. You can check with them if

you'd like.

I'll do that.

Be nice to know where something this
handsome comes from, don't you think?

David is his own producer, Al.

You know that.

Al, as soon as you've got studio space,
we'll start recording.

Esther, call David and tell him to get
everything together for tomorrow night.

Matter of fact, David already knows.

I'm sorry, Mr. Turner. He was listening
in on my phone.

I'm sorry.

At least you could pretend to really be
sorry.

What brings you here, David?

Oh, just slumming.

Hey, you know, tomorrow's cutting it
pretty short, Gil.

Well, they're dying to hear the new
stuff.

How long does it take to cut the album,
anyway?

A week?

More.

Hey, aren't you going to ask me what I'm
doing here, Gil?

All right, David, what are you doing
here?

Well, I went to see my lawyer, and we
had a real long talk.

What about?

Oh, he has explained it to me about
personal management contracts and how

can really tie you up, you know?

But, like anything else, they expire.

Ours doesn't expire for several months.

Yeah, that may be true, but when it
does, I'm not going to renew.

When that contract's up, we're through,
old buddy.

Like Ray Walding was through?

Not our dead little mystery friend
again.

He's no mystery, David.

Not to either of us.

Yesterday wasn't the first time I heard
the name Mr. Jones was asking you about.

Ray Walden came to see me a couple weeks
ago.

Said he was a songwriter, wanted to know
if I'd consider taking him on.

He played one of his numbers for me.

These are the songs you were writing the
night Ray Walden OD'd.

The night you lied about coming straight
home.

This song.

Wind up.

Ray Walding performed it right on that
piano right over there two weeks ago.

It's all my music.

Oh, come off it.

It's so much like you, David, to
slaughter the golden goose.

What do you want from me, Gil? What do
you want?

Oh.

Well, we're going to sign new contracts,
genius.

Long -term ones.

Tonight.

Then we squeeze whatever we can out of
what's left of your magic until your

decide you're through.

Nope. I don't know your friend.

But you do sell these purses?

Oh, yeah. Sell them out is what we do.

As many as we can get. We're the only
outlet.

You see, what makes them so special is
that they're all done on order.

They're personalized.

How do you mean?

Well, when you look at it like this, it
just looks like a design.

But when you open it up this way, then
you can see the initials.

DF.

Now, who would DF be?

Oh, here we go.

Someone by the name of Don Farrell.

Is anything on that card that would
indicate his address?

Oh, yes.

And you can have it as soon as you pay
for what you already bought.

It's only $25.

Just what I always wanted.

You'll have to sign the new contracts
and triplicate.

Where's Glenda tonight?

I thought she could be here to celebrate
with us.

Well, I didn't think she should be here.

Oh. Well, maybe we can find someone else
to ghostwrite for you. And then every

phony little thing will be just like it
was.

Hey, I got a better idea, old buddy.

How about we just forget the whole
thing?

All of it.

No way.

The honors are all mine.

Good morning.

What can I do for you? I think I'll have
you grab some milk. Here you go.

That'll be 75 cents.

Isn't that a little steep?

Get what you're paid for.

It's kind of different.

How else can sesame seed milk taste?

Sesame seed milk?

Yeah. Well, it's mixed in itself. It
comes from 100 % eucalyptus.

What about this, Mr. Farrell?

Where'd this come from?

Hold it.

Now, I did a lot of talking to your
landlady just to get her to tell me

could find you. Doesn't seem fair to
lose you now.

Look, I got nothing to say to you,
mister, or any other narc.

I'm not a narc, but I can tell you that
heroin is not a health food.

Now, what I want to know is, when's the
last time you saw this pouch?

We both know what was in it.

Who'd you sell it to?

I never sold anything to anybody.

How did Ray Walden get it?

Look,

mister, I don't know what you're
pulling, but I never heard of any Ray

Look, there must have been 20 people
around me. They saw what I did.

I just pass the stuff on as a gift, as a
token of appreciation, a token for

home.

When I was young, they packed me off to
school.

They taught me how not to play the game.

I didn't mind if they groomed me for
success.

If they fed and I was just a fool.

How'd you dare to tell me that my
father's gone?

We'll never just connect the two of us.

I'd rather look around me, compose a
better song.

Take me on my way to Sunday school and
have all the bishops

harmonize these lines.

Hogan. Leonard.

Mr. Hogan.

Cutely. Say, that is a catchy tune.

That's the real way you got to praise,
too, old buddy.

Could I talk to you?

Mr. Jones, this hasn't been a free show.

I mean, we are trying to get ready for a
recording session tonight.

Well, this won't take very long.

Let's go get some air. Come on.

Come on, baby.

It's kind of personal.

So is she.

do for you, Mr. Jones?

You come to tell me how Grandpa's doing
among the dopers, huh?

A young fellow named Don Farrow gave
this to you the night of Ray Walding's

death.

The heroin in it was used to kill him.

Ray Walding?

It's a young man whose picture you
identified.

Glenn, uh... Looks like you've been
working your mouth over time again.

David, I'm... Yeah, this could be the
one I got that night.

Happens to me every time I play a gig.

People lay all sorts of garbage on me,
you know, to try to prove their love.

Hey, when I saw what was in it, man, I
chucked it away.

Scruples.

Glenn, lay the deep, dark secret on him.

David doesn't use drugs.

He doesn't even drink any alcohol.

See, I like to have myself under control
when I'm going to move an audience.

I've got to know exactly what I'm doing.

Is that perhaps what you're trying to do
right now?

Look, Mr. Jones, you can ask my manager.

He met me here after the show.

Saw me throw the thing right down that
hill.

And Glenda, were you there that night?

Of course I was. I was right here.

That still doesn't explain Ray Walding.

I never knew his name, Jones, till you
told me. What did you know?

Guy was weird.

I mean, sort of a freak.

All started in that restaurant. And you
know, that dude came on like he's just

some sort of booze and buddy.

I had to play along.

And after that?

Well, I'd see him.

On the street.

In a car once, following me.

Why didn't you do something about it?

Look, there are a lot of freaks around
who sort of make a hobby out of someone

like me. Isn't that right?

You just sort of got to live with them.

Now, I figured there's no point in
telling you about it before.

Now, as for this bag, he could have been
hanging around the house and just

picked himself up a souvenir.

Well, you've given me a lot to think
about.

Well, just so you do your thinking
someplace else, Mr. Jones, let me get

work. If I can, Mr. Golden.

If I can.

Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Mr. Turner.

Oh, you and about half the population.

No. Joe's not in. No, I don't know when
to expect him. Yes, I'll give him your

name.

You don't sound very enthusiastic.

Well, that's what happens when you've
been saying the same thing all day and

then listening to people get furious
each time.

You help me find him, and I'll give you
a great big smile.

I'm going to be Jones, private
investigator.

Hey, I'm sorry.

But Gil hasn't called in all day. He
isn't even answering his phone.

You know, I bet that he cornered some
promoter first thing this morning and

hasn't let him out of the trap yet.

You want a bite?

No, no thanks.

Is there someplace he's supposed to be
right now?

Uh, not according to my appointment
book.

Does he have an appointment book of his
own?

You really do want to see Gil, don't
you?

It's important.

Well, I'm not supposed to do this.

Sometimes Gil does change his schedule
and forgets to tell me.

Oh, sorry.

Strikeout time.

The only appointments for today are ones
he's already missed.

What about disappointment with Ray
Walding? Did he keep that one?

Oh, I don't... Oh, yes. He was very
excited about what he heard.

You know, that's such a shame for that
man to die that way.

Just before Gil was going to make him
rich.

Uh...

1045,

Ray Walding, songwriter.

Ray met with David Colton's manager?

He never told me.

Maybe he just wanted to see that things
were going right before he told you.

But they didn't go right, did they?

Listen to how things are supposed to
end. Not for someone as brilliant as

Paula, nobody knows how things are
supposed to end.

Pile of boxes.

That's all that's left of a life.

Ray's parents couldn't handle doing
this, and now I'm not so sure I can.

I'm betting you do just fine.

But I'll never be able to bring to
others half the pleasure Ray could have.

It's gone.

Not all gone.

What do you mean?

What about the music Turner heard?

The rock that Ray was working on?

It ought to be around the house or
somewhere.

It could be sold, played.

The only thing, the wallings packed were
closed, and I haven't run across any

music at all.

Well, it's got to be around here
somewhere.

I don't understand that.

What is it?

Fade impressions that Ray probably made
when he was writing on the top page.

How can you make anything out of that?

Well, Paul, it's kind of like the
preacher said about people.

There's something good in every one, but
some, you just have to work a little

harder to bring it out.

I don't think that boy was playing
around with drugs.

Things were going too well for him.

He didn't really have any reason to
follow David Colton around either, by

way. I don't think he did.

He didn't tell his girlfriend one word
about Colton, and I don't see him

around outside of Colton's house to pick
up a bag of drugs and run off with it

like a dog with a bone.

What was the link between the two of
them, then?

Music. That's all it could be.

When was it you said that Colton started
getting successful?

Just the last couple of years.

According to some of the people I talked
to, he was a member of a group before

then.

You mean we can't talk to some of his
old partners?

Hear what they had to say about their
pal?

I'd beat you to it, Barnaby.

I talked to one of the group who lives
in New York now.

He said that back then, Colton could
barely read music, let alone write it.

Betty, you make a man proud.

Well, now, looky here.

Missing music?

Part of it.

Betty, you remember where you hid my
guitar?

I don't believe you.

You got the whole damn thing all wrong.

He's not the kind you have to wind up on
Sunday.

Great, David, great.

The coat and touch has never been
better.

Hey, why don't we make this the last
take of the day, huh?

Dave, the sound level went off in here.
What do you say we take it from the

guitar break and then we'll quit, okay?

Okay, boys, let's give the man what he
wants.

Did he dare to tell me that I'm my
father's son when that was just

an accident of birth?

Betty, the same film.

Colton was rehearsing Ray's song.

How did he get a hold of it?

From Turner?

No.

Turner didn't have it. His secretary
said that Ray wouldn't leave anything.

You know, Barnaby, Ray's earnings from
those few classical recordings he made

had to be pretty small.

He would have had to supplement his
earnings to pay the rent.

Maybe he did.

Famous singer -songwriter who can't
write.

And classical composer who can, but
doesn't want his father to know about

I was doing a pretty fair solo here.

Maybe it's time to see about a duet.

Colt?

That's for pros only, Grandpa.

Put it down.

I was upstairs teaching those record
company executives the business.

I thought I'd better stop down here and
pick up all my music before I went home.

A lot of thieves in the business these
days, you know.

So I have learned.

Did Ray write everything you're supposed
to have written or just this?

Man, I starved, Jones. I starved for a
year. No one would touch me.

You can't just be a singer anymore. Not
with these kids. You've got to be a

creator, a damn poet.

And you don't have a spark of poetry in
your soul, do you?

Ray came up to me after a gig.

It wasn't bad, but, man, it wasn't good
either.

He gave me one of his songs.

He said he didn't want his name on it.
No personal kind of deal, so I took it.

The song was a hit.

So you took more.

I paid him for everything he wrote.

What did you pay for his life?

You didn't go home and throw that dope
away. You went right over to Ray

Walling's for this.

And what did you find out?

That he'd grown up.

He was through worrying about whether or
not it hurt his family. He wanted

credit for what was his.

It'd be like killing me, Jones. Don't
you see that?

It'd just be a question of time before
everyone would see that he was the real

genius and that all the bows I would
take were just a bunch of lies.

Man, I am David Colton, the main man.

Nobody can take that away from me. Not
Ray, not Turner, not even you, old

Is that the reason Turner is so hard to
find that you give him an overdose too?

It's no use, Jones.

Neither one of us can see.

I got a gun.

Go back!

Robert told me.

Lieutenant Biddle, please.

I think we just sort of slide it in here
on the bottom.

Hold on. Maybe it would go better on the
top there. All right.

I guess that does it, and me too.

Mr. Jones, we wish to thank you.

It's all right. I needed the exercise.

That's not all we're thanking you for,
Mr. Jones.

I spoke to the police earlier.

They told me that David Colton has
recovered enough to admit that he killed

his manager and our son.

Ms. Walling said she knew her son.
Neither of us should have doubted her.

There's a lot of things I shouldn't have
doubted.

I've been reading his music.

Listening.

Have you had a chance to analyze it, Mr.
Jones?

He used the classical approach to the
rock idiot.

Incorporated some of the greats and
added something of his own.

By the Stravinsky influences,
unmistakable.

And the Schoenberg.

You know?

I think I heard little Hank Williams in
there, too.