All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s02e21 Dark Legacy

Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather. With
guest stars David Wayne,

special guest star Eileen Heckert.

Tonight's episode, Dark Legacy.

Take it back. Take it back.

Come

on.

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. I forgot my tobacco.

Oh, one of the great tragedies of the
decade.

Hey, you catch anything?

Well, I...

Oh, wow, look at this.

Oh, look at this.

Hey, you're really going. Yeah, look.

Get it, get it.

Give it to me, give it to me.

Oh, here.

Use the handkerchief. It won't stop
bleeding.

Here. Oh, thank you. Maybe these nice
people will take our picture.

People at home won't believe this
without a picture.

Maybe they would if you wouldn't tell so
many fish stories.

Here, I'll show you how to do it.

Is your finger all right now? Yeah, I
guess so.

Now, you'll just look right through
here. You'll see these lines. That

the picture. Then you press on that.
Just sort of wrap your fingers around

camera. That's right.

Okay.

Beautiful. Hold it still.

All right, hold it. Okay, smile.

Cheese.

Get it. Get it.

Here.

Thank you very much. Yeah, thank you.
Okay, good luck. I hope you catch more

fish. Yeah.

Hey,

are you catching any webs?

I must have left my pipe back there
somewhere.

Hey, look, why don't you go in the house
and build us up a couple of warmer

uppers? I'll come right up.

I'll see if I can find it, okay? Oh,
boy, the honeymoon's over, huh?

I'll tell you when the honeymoon's over.

Hey there.

Lose something?

Yeah, I lost my pipe somewhere down
here.

Oh, was that yours?

Yeah. Well, my wife's already gone up to
the car with it. Come on up. I'll meet

you halfway.

That's all right. I'll come on up.

Do you think you should go check?

Oh, golly, it doesn't seem necessary to
me.

Do you think?

No.

I guess not.

Get more sandwiches in there. I'm
starved.

Ham and cheese. I saved it just for you.

That's my agent.

Strange.

When you look at the ocean with someone
you love, you think of distant places,

interesting people.

But when you're alone, it's just big.

And quiet.

Sort of eternal.

Just to remind you how small and
temporary you are, I guess.

And all measured by grains of sand.

Life.

Constellations.

Universe.

Mighty fine hourglass you have here. You
don't see many of these anymore.

That was a wedding gift from Paul's
Uncle Amos.

Amos Barron, dear. Well, I'll be down on
it.

Not too many hours ran through it for
us, Mr. Jones.

Someone cheated Paul from his share, and
I want you to find out who did it.

I've talked to the people at the
sheriff's office.

An accident, they say.

It all makes it a lot easier for them,
doesn't it?

Sometimes grief does play tricks on
reason. I've had that experience a

times myself.

I tell you, there was no reason for Paul
to be climbing those rocks looking for

his pipe.

Ms. Barringer, your husband was carrying
a considerable amount of money.

He was wearing a valuable watch, an
expensive ring.

None of those were touched.

One minute he was full of life,
laughing, and 20 minutes later when I

look for him, he was dead.

You know, I've been looking half the day
for the sight of this.

Be my guest.

Do you remember renting a tackle box
like this to a middle -aged couple about

the first three days of last week?

First three days.

What was the name?

Well, I was kind of hoping you'd supply
that.

The man probably wanted to rent some
surf casting tackle along with it.

Now, there was a guy and his wife in
here that didn't seem to know what kind

tackle to get.

Nice, friendly Midwestern folks?

Yeah.

Raymond Steele.

He was a persistent cuss. Three days and
caught one fish.

Do you have an address on him?

No, sir. He paid the whole deposit in
advance for the three days.

Any license number, car license,
identification?

No, ordinarily I would have them, but
when Cliff Munger sends them down, I

they're all right.

Cliff Munger? Yeah, he runs that Malibu
Shores motel up there. He sends me a lot

of good rentals. Never sent me a bummer
yet.

You notice anything about the couple?

Well, nothing in particular.

Well, they did seem to be kind of
washing their pennies.

Why do you say that?

Well, you see, it was long about
suppertime when they came in and turned

their tackle. And he asked me if I could
recommend a good hamburger stand.

Oh, Mom.

I'll have a tuna fish salad sandwich.

Now, don't do that. You know I don't
like you to do that.

Well...

We planned this trip. Let's enjoy.

Splurge. I'm going to.

You're the only one I trust to design
it. Just like the layout you did up near

Monterey.

I told you, if you want an architect who
does carbon copies, I'm really not

interested.

Mulholland Drive isn't Monterey.

Okay. Okay.

Freehand. Surprise me.

Well, they made a zoning variance up
there for condominiums, number one.

Leave that to me. At least drive up and
take a look at the fight, huh?

What side of Neeson Road are you talking
about?

West. That whole triangle in there
between Neeson Road and Mulholland that

overlooks the valley.

Okay.

I'll take a look at it tomorrow
afternoon, but I'm still not promising I

it. All right?

Waiter.

I think we will have a cocktail after
all. Two grasshoppers, please.

I think this calls for a drink, don't
you, Angel?

Mr. Miss Steele?

Hi. Hi.

How's the fishing?

Well, if you're willing to settle for
three days of fresh air and one fish,

fishing's fine.

Well, surf casting a little iffy this
time of the year.

Can't quite place you. Did we run into
you down there?

I think you said hello to some friends
of mine a couple times out on the beach.

Who would that be, Angel?

Did we meet anybody?

Only the newlyweds, remember?

Oh, nice couple. Nice young couple, yes.

Yeah, I wanted to ask you about that.

My name's Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

Oh, my.

Were they doing something wrong?

No. The young man, Paul Barringer, was
killed in the fall from the rocks down

there. I think it was shortly after you
talked. I thought you might have seen

something. What did I tell you, Angel?
That was him we read about in the

newspaper. You said that was his
picture?

And I didn't think it looked like him at
all.

Oh, that's a shame. That's a real shame.

Uh, I take it that you, uh, didn't see
how it might have happened.

Golly, no.

Well, just a chance. Uh, guess I gotta
keep on fishing.

Say, that's interesting.

Uh, the way you found us, I mean, how
you private investigators work. Well, I

just took a little shoe leather and
tracked him down a yellow rent -a

box.

Tackle box, what do you know? That's
interesting.

Well, thank you.

You look worried, Angel.

I'm a little depressed.

You just cheer up.

Nothing's changed. We may have to just
speed things up a little, that's all.

You're homesick, aren't you, right?

Maybe. I guess you're right, but...

That Mr.

Jones does worry me.

There's nothing we can't handle, Angel.

Nothing at all.

Well, thanks, Sam. I appreciate it.

So how is Paul Berringer's business
life?

Well, it seems it doesn't hurt a young
man's career in a brokerage office if

number one client is also his great
uncle, Amos Berringer.

That's Berenger. I didn't know he was
still around.

Well, he is, and apparently doing well.
Now, Betty, don't depend on me for all

your news today, because I'm kind of shy
of it.

All right, well, how about this?

I checked with both of the daily
newspapers, and neither of them ran a

of Paul Berenger at the time of the
accident.

Betty, Mr. Steele mentioned a picture.

Why don't you check the neighborhood
papers? Maybe that's where they saw it.

All righty, I'll do that.

Barbie, it seems that Marilyn Berringer
and I share the same hairdresser.

Hairdressers, barbers, bartenders. You
want information?

They're better in the library.

Mine is, anyway. I found out that
Marilyn went around with Frank Halliday

she ever married Paul.

Oh?

Well, they weren't engaged. But then
Frank went away to Venezuela on a hotel

project for a year.

That fits.

Frank has made a name for himself as an
architect?

By the time he got back, she had already
married Paul Barringer.

Hmm.

What does hmm mean?

Eddie, ever see a coon dog work?

Not in recent weeks, no.

Well, they go hmm up every tree in the
woods until they find the right one.

There's another one. It's a California
J.

Oh, they're so common. Let me see.

Hi there.

After. Yeah.

You're not planning on building anything
here, are you?

Could be.

Say, would you mind taking our picture?
Give me the camera, dear.

Yes.

You know, sort of a before and after
picture.

Here you are.

Right there. I think that's best for us.
Now, I think the light will be best if

you're right over here about.

Here we are. Now, you just look through
that finder there, and there's some

lines that'll frame the picture, and the
shutter's there, and you just...

Fresh on that. And if you'll just...
Raymond!

Yeah? Raymond!

Just a second.

No! No! Right now! Right this minute!
Come quick!

Oh, that is the first one ever!

Oh, uh... Yeah, would you excuse us,
please? We want to get a little closer

that bird.

Well, so here's where you are.

Jones, wasn't it?

Your office told me I'd find you here.

What are you going to do, turn this
location into something big?

Haven't decided.

You're a little further ahead in your
work than I am. How's that?

Well, you're not out here on a nature
hike. I've already met the nature

Now, the only possible thing that would
bring you out here would be Marilyn

Frazier. I think her married name is
Barringer.

Or was that a Freudian slip?

Possibly.

I can tell by that pussycat look of
yours that you've already found the

Yeah, Marilyn and I went together before
she met Paul Barringer, so... Serious?

Everything I do is serious.

I couldn't get that across to Marilyn,
however.

Yeah, I suppose it was pretty
disappointing to come back from

out she'd married someone else.

Mr. Jones,

show me a good loser and I'll show you a
loser.

I'll remember that.

Do you remember exactly where you were
the day that Paul had his accident?

I'm sure of the answer to that, Mr.
Jones.

I'm just not sure I approve of the
question.

Well, every one of these gray hairs I've
got, I got from going around a long way

to get an answer. If you'd rather not
see.

I was at a construction site.

Paradise Cove.

That whole afternoon.

Paradise Cove.

Hmm. That's only a few miles from here.

I can't believe you'd even consider such
a possibility.

I have so few possibilities that I have
to consider them all.

But not Frank.

No, I just couldn't believe that.

Miss Barringer, you hired me to ask
questions, and I'm going to have to ask

one. Do you stand to become a wealthy
woman now?

I was wondering when you'd get to that.

I try not to suspect my clients until
after the second day.

Well, there was a premarital agreement.

Not being a blood relative, I'll never
inherit Paul's eventual share of the

family fortune.

Whatever that is, I'm really not too
clear.

Hello?

Yeah, yeah, he's right here.

It's your office.

Thank you.

Yes, Betty.

Barnaby, the foreman on the Paradise
Cove construction site remembers that

Holiday was there all afternoon.

I see. Is there anything else?

Well, I haven't found a newspaper yet
that even has a picture of Paul

in their morgues, let alone have it run
the picture.

Try the underground papers.

They love sensations.

They've got...

Your friend Frank may not be a good
loser, but he's not a liar either.

Well, are you reporting late or starting
early? I got a call. I have to check

the ductwork on the 21st floor. Do you
believe that? I might even have to

it before they close up tomorrow anyway.

Old man Whitman's going to blow a fuse.
He's been out here every day. He's

expecting you to be laying carpet
already.

Let him blow a fuse.

Better he does it now than next
September when his air conditioning goes

right? Right.

See you later.

I don't think we'll ever have a better
chance.

I trust your judgment.

Whatever you say.

You're blocking the entrance.

Could you help me, please?

Put it in neutral.

I opened my... back to get an address,
and when I came back, the car just

wouldn't start.

Well, it sounds to me like you flooded
it.

I'll tell you, unlatch the hood and let
me take a look. Oh, would you please?

Okay, try it again.

Lady, you're blocking my lights. Oh.

You said something about helping a lady
fix her car. About what time was that?

About 10 .30, 11 o 'clock.

Just after Mr. Halliday drove in.

What was the matter with the car?

Oh, she flooded it out. Stopped it,
couldn't get it started again.

Where did it happen?

Right in here.

Do you remember anything about the lady?

No, I didn't pay that much attention. It
was kind of dark.

No, she just stood there helpless,
holding her bag while I fiddled with the

carburetor. Her bag.

Was it a purse?

No. You know a purse doesn't hold
enough. They carry these big bags.

This was a large one.

Bright red plaid job.

You say it was plaid.

Already checked out. You don't want to
be charged for another day.

I can't find it. What? My handkerchief.
I can't find it.

Well, look around. It must be someplace.

Oh, no.

What's the matter?

That girl.

I gave it to her when she cut her finger
on the fishhook, remember?

You sure?

Oh, yes. I wasn't thinking.

Well, what can we do?

She probably doesn't even know what it
is. We'll just have to forget it.

Can't forget it. It's an heirloom Irish
linen with the Behringer B and crest on

it. And sooner or later, somebody's
going to ask her where she got it, and

going to remember.

So they'll think she's mistaken.

Oh, Raymond.

We'd never sleep a wink the rest of our
lives. I'd wake up at night, and I'd

wonder if somebody didn't ask her, where
did you get that?

Raymond, I'd have nightmares for the
rest of my life. You do no such thing.

We'll go out there before we go to the
airport and we'll get it back. Suppose

she already knows.

No, no, no, no. It's all settled. I'm
not going to let a little thing like a

handkerchief ruin your entire trip.

Go.

The Steeles, they checked out just a few
minutes ago. Why?

Well, it's very important I get in touch
with them. Did they say where they were

going? No.

He was asking about fishing spots up the
coast.

I told him I'd head south if I was
fishing this time of the year.

That's about all the help I can give
you, Mr... Barnaby Jones. I'm a private

investigator. They may have some
information that's very important to me.

Do you have a home address or a license
number?

There's no license number.

I think they got here in a cab.

They were probably renting the car they
were driving. The home address?

Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Steele, 833
Sycamore, Eaton Rapids, Michigan.

You know, I believe he called her
Virginia.

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

Barnaby, I have not been able to find
one newspaper that printed a picture of

Paul Barringer anywhere.

I think it's a wild goose chase, Betty,
without a goose.

The picture I'm getting is that there
just isn't any picture at all.

Well, you think the Steeles aren't for
real?

833 Sycamore?

Eaton Rapids, Michigan. Right. Anything
else?

Give a little tug on that thread of
their story. If it's a bad good, the

thing will fall apart.

I'm going out to have another talk with
Marilyn Barringer.

Barnaby, Marilyn called.

She had heard about Frank Halliday.

She said she was going to go see Amos
Barringer.

He seemed pretty upset.

Thanks.

Another thing, get rid of that uniform.

I end up being sick without being
reminded of it.

Wear a dress.

Miss Barringer?

This is Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones?

How do you do?

He won't stay long.

He'll stay as long as he likes.

This is still my home, not a mausoleum.

How you feeling, Mr. Berringer?

Well, I'm kind of losing my grip.

I guess you can tell that.

Oh, I'd still hate to hear you wrestle
you.

Sit down, sit down. Thank you.

Well, I still got one good grip left.

I'm saving that for St. Peter.

Maybe the devil.

Don't know which.

Mr. Berringer, I was very sorry to hear
about your nephew's death.

Both of them now.

Both of them?

Paul and Frank.

Frank?

Frank Halliday was your nephew, too?

Grandnephew, just like Paul.

They were the only close kin I had left.

I take it there are other heirs.

My folks put down some proper acorns,
Mr. Jones.

Grew a good -sized family tree.

I outlived most of them and prayed I
lost track of the rest.

What about the Steeles?

What's their name?

Steele. Raymond and Virginia Steele. Are
they heirs, too?

Well, now, I don't recall any kin by
that.

Let's see.

There was the Peters and Stone.

Oh, yes, one of our people married the
Lennox.

And this sort of thing doesn't come easy
anymore.

You do as well as most.

Better.

Angel Hello

Marilyn

you don't sound very well. They said you
went to a doctor anything wrong.

No No, nothing's wrong, Mr. Jones.

I'm just suffering from that common
malady that often strikes old -fashioned

brides.

I'm going to have a baby.

Well, congratulations.

That's wonderful.

I don't mean to sound unhappy about it.
I guess it's just sinking in.

Yeah.

Well, no, I haven't seen them since that
day.

I don't want to alarm a new mother -to
-be, but just to be on the safe side,

don't you stay there?

Yeah. Play it safe.

It's just possible that that nice couple
may be behind this whole thing.

Okay, I will.

Goodbye.

Did you hear that, Angel?

She's gonna have a baby.

By golly, what do you know about that?

We're sorry, Marilyn, but it's not our
fault that you're going to have a baby.

We just can't have that.

You know, it was fate that brought us
back here for that handkerchief.

Fate is on our side, Angel. I told you.

Please, just leave.

I won't say anything.

Oh, I don't think we can trust fate that
far, little lady.

It's your own fault, my dear.

You're crazy.

Both of you, you're just crazy.

I just don't think I'd say that.

Now, now, Angel, don't get yourself all
upset.

Turned out like a stranger just because
I married Raymond.

Now, there's no need to go into all
that.

We're allowing old Amos to make amends.
Now, just forget it.

I don't know what you're talking about,
either of you.

You think you can just walk in and say,
I do, and become a Barringer?

Well, that's not right.

Raymond did his best.

And never a dollar, not a single kind
word did we ever get from Amos.

Not once, ever.

And when he was in bed and he couldn't
work because his back hurt.

What? He didn't even answer my letters.

Now you're getting yourself all worked
up and there's no need for it.

Now you deserve the best and you're
going to get it.

I'm working all this out for you.

You can't just kill me.

Well, you're right about that.

No, we can't allow any loose ends.

You're going to have to kill yourself.

And that's what the note's going to have
to say.

Yes. That was Cleveland.

Oh.

Well, thank you very much.

You know, sometimes you do amaze me.

Well, inheritance is sort of like
tracing the line of royal succession.

You have to figure out which acorn fell
closest to the tree.

Any idea who holds the golden acorn?

Mr. and Mrs.

Raymond Lennox.

Residence Lorraine, Ohio.

Wife's name Virginia, formerly Virginia
Barringer.

But they aren't at home. I called their
newspaper.

The Lennoxes discontinued delivery about
three weeks ago, but they ordered it

started again next week.

Uh, what about the Steeles?

You get any word from the airline?

Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Steele were booked on a
flight to Cleveland this morning, but

they were a no -show.

You know, and I couldn't locate their
eaten rabbits address.

Could be a phony.

Just as phony as a picture in a paper
that Virginia Steele said she saw.

When I went up to see Frank Halliday, he
mentioned that he had met the nature

hackers.

The guard said the woman with the
flooded car was carrying a plaid tote

Betty, unless I am greatly mistaken, we
are looking at a blueprint for murder.

What?

Eliminate Paul Barringer.

Eliminate Frank Halliday, and what do
you got left?

Virginia Barringer Lennox.

All they have to do is go home, wait.

And they will inherit the bulk of the
Beringer fortune.

And they know that Amos Beringer hasn't
got much time.

Just one thing they didn't figure.

Marilyn Beringer, save you.

Just let it ring, Angel.

I'm almost finished.

What's the matter?

No answer.

She was there 20 minutes ago. I told her
to stay put.

Maybe she had to go out.

She just got in.

A young lady who has just been told that
she's going to have a baby should be on

the phone telling all her friends.

going to be very convincing.

Two sounds that really irritate me. One
is a busy signal, the other is not.

Betty, keep trying.

If you get her on the phone, tell her
I'm on the way out.

So, please forgive me, God and
everybody.

That's nice, I think. You were always
good with words, Raymond.

Now, lady.

Just sign it.

I won't sign that.

Well, no matter.

In your distraught condition, it's quite
understandable that you'd forget to

sign it.

Now, if you would just stand there.

Come on.

Come on.

Look, you can't let him do this.

Such a pretty thing, too.

You don't understand, dear.

Raymond and I always do everything
together, don't we, Raymond?

Always.

Now, I think we'd better take a little
walk up the beach.

Up to those rocks, I think.

Come on.

Father, we can take you.

It's all right.

It's all right.

And she isn't even a barringer.

Well, she isn't.

Very nice.

Very nice indeed.

I bet you feel a lot more fetching in
that than you did in that starchy old

white thing, eh?

That's wonderful.

Just wonderful.

You know, this old barn used to be a
regular menagerie of kids.

So quiet in here now, you can hear a pin
drop.

Liked it better when it was a zoo.

Well, one thing, the doctors won't have
to worry about me for the next nine

months.

Eight?

Give or take.

No, sir.

I'm going to stay around and welcome my
nephew.

My great -grand -nephew.

And what if it's a niece?

Well, uh...

What about that, Barnaby?

Well, I've been an uncle a few times,
and nephews are nice.

But, I don't know, when you get them all
prettied up, nieces are nicer.

I don't think to that.