All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s02e22 Woman In The Shadows

Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen,
also starring Lee

Meriwether, with guest stars Susan
Clark, Roger

Perry, Lyndon Childs, special guest star
John

Vernon.

Tonight's episode, Woman in the Shadows.

Wake up. Oh, hi, Graham.

It's Lila Evanston. I think she's dying.

Oh, no.

Not now.

Listen to me. I think she's dying.

All right.

Hurry. Start epinephrine.

Resuscitate her.

Hank.

Hank.

You did the best you could.

I killed her.

An epileptic shock.

I shouldn't have used the experimental
matrix in her reconstruction.

She couldn't handle it.

No one will blame you.

Well, her husband will.

And with his kind of money, he can make
it stick.

The insurance company will handle it.

Again?

It's taken me two years to come back
from the last malpractice.

I mean, there isn't a plastic surgeon
alive who could survive this.

There must be something we can do.

Another strong resemblance.

Oh, no.

Hank, it would never work.

The bone structure wouldn't have to be
changed at all. Just tissue alterations.

Any discrepancy would be covered by the
accident.

No, I won't do it.

The voice, my hair. It's easy. All we'd
have to say is Lila Evanson had a

laryngeal node removed.

And hair we can fix later.

No.

I'd owe my life to you.

If you love me.

If you really love me.

You're beautiful.

Are you ready?

What if something goes wrong?

Look, we've been through all this.

These last few weeks, you've learned
more about Lila Evanston than her

knew all the time they were married.

But sooner or later, he's got to know.

No.

Her face was nearly destroyed in the
accident.

All you have to do is play it smart.

He was her husband.

John and Lila haven't been close for
years.

Dr. Danvers.

Mrs. Edmondson.

I have your rooms all ready for you.
Thank you, Dodie.

How's your son? Is he still in St.
Louis?

Yes, Mrs. Edmondson, and doing quite
well.

It's good to have you back.

It's nice to be home.

Take good care of our patient, Dodie.

It's going to take a little while.

Yes, sir. You can depend on me.

Lila?

I wasn't expecting you back today.

I wish you'd told me.

I was just on my way to London. I wanted
to be back before they released you

from the hospital.

I thought you might enjoy the surprise.

That's all right, John. I need rest
anyway.

Are you sure it's okay? Yes.

It's the first time I've seen your face
without bandages.

Only if you promise not to be too
critical.

You're a magician, Hank.

You've really outdone yourself this
time.

Wait till you see the bill.

How's the arm?

It's getting along nicely.

I'm glad you're home, Lila.

It's nice to be home.

Well, I'll play.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Well, Mrs. Evansmore, we've done it.

Mrs. Evans, the doctor said you were to
stay out of the sun.

Oh, yes.

Can I do that?

Sure.

Oh, before I forget, Jimmy called.

He says he's holding 3 o 'clock open for
you this afternoon.

Jimmy? Mr. Collins.

He says no one's to see you till he does
your hair.

Oh.

Excuse me.

It's a gentleman from your insurance
company. He said it was important.

I told him you weren't being visitative.

That's all right, Dodie.

Good morning.

Mrs. Everson, I'm Barnaby Jones. I'm a
private investigator retained by

California Meridian Insurance. Look at
your accident.

Oh, that was over three months ago. I
supposed all that had been taken care

Well, at the suggestion of your doctor,
we didn't bother you for a little while,

but since your chauffeur was killed and
the gentleman driving the other car was

killed, we didn't have much to go on.

I'm afraid I'm not going to be much
help. You see, I have no memory of that

accident.

Then you don't know how fast your
chauffeur was driving.

Sorry, it's a total blank.

But your chauffeur was driving.

That's true, isn't it?

Well, he would have to be. You see, I
don't drive. I don't even have a

You did say you were working for my
insurance company.

You see, the family of the gentleman who
was driving the other car, the one who

was killed, is suing for a million
dollars, and we'd sort of like to know

the facts.

I'm sorry. I don't remember anything.

Lila?

What are you doing out here?

I distinctly gave you orders not to
expose yourself to the sun.

Dr. Danvers' bark is worse than his
bite.

Only when my patients don't look after
themselves.

This is Mr.

Barnaby Jones. He's a private
investigator for the insurance company

accident. Howdy. How do you do? I've
been meaning to call you, just routine

questions. Routine?

But a lot of them.

I see you're familiar with the insurance
companies.

Insurance paperwork is a millstone
around every doctor's neck.

Call my secretary. She'll make an
appointment for you. Oh, sure. And now,

don't mind, Mr. Jones, I'd like to
examine my patient.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Evanson.

I'll see myself out.

Bye.

Something we didn't count on.

If he's all we have to worry about.

You know, you ask me, the real wonder is
anyone lived through that crash.

Were you at the scene of the accident?

Oh, yeah. I got there before the
ambulance.

See, I got this 460 mil in that rig of
mine, and nothing can outrun it, not

a black and white, if I get a head
start.

Was chauffeur and the driver of the
other car alive when you got there?

No, no. Matter of fact, I thought the
lady was dead, too. The way her face was

all messed up.

She would have been, too, if she'd been
pinned behind the wheel.

Look, I told all this to the police
about three months ago.

Say, they said to leave everything just
as it is.

Yeah, I know.

Ms.

Evanson said that Schoffer was driving.

Well, that's hard to tell. They were
both thrown clear.

Looked to me like he was thrown from the
passenger side, though.

She was on the driver's side when I
found her.

The car could have spun around after
they were thrown out.

Yeah, it could have done most anything.

Did Mrs.

Evanston talk to you that night?

No, like I said, she was in awful bad
shape.

Sorry, I'm afraid I gotta run, man.

Look, I should have taken off ten
minutes ago. Okay, I'll just look

Yeah, okay, go right ahead.

Mrs. Evanston.

How nice you look.

You don't know how happy we are to have
you back.

Thank you, Rita.

Mr. Collin is tied up right now, but he
gave specific instructions that I was to

take you directly back to his private
studio.

The roses are for you.

I mean that, you know.

Every word of it.

Well, aren't you going to say anything?

I don't know what to say.

Well, you could start by saying thank
you very much for the flowers.

Thank you for the flowers. Then I can
kiss you.

And we can start talking about getting
out of here and going to my place.

Not today.

What? The hospital can't possibly have
changed you that much. This is your

boy. Well, it's just that I'm not
feeling well, and Jimmy, I don't want

rush things.

My goodness.

Things really have changed.

And what's this?

What are you talking about? That
birthmark.

That's your hairline. It's not there
anymore.

Dr. Danvers removed it. He did, huh?

My goodness, no scar, huh?

He's very meticulous.

Very good.

Well, well, well. Your hair is
different. Your voice is different. My

whole different woman.

Dr. Danvers, he's a magician. Yes, he
certainly is.

I have to go.

Yes, maybe you're better.

You're looking a little pale.

And I'll tell you what, maybe under the
circumstances, it might be better if I

came to see you tomorrow.

Mighty thin file.

Is this all there was on the Evanston
accident?

It's just an accident case, partner. We
need our file space for murder and

mayhem. Well, it'll be a lot thicker
before I get through.

According to the autopsy report, they
found no blood alcohol in the chauffeur

the driver of the other car. Did they
run a test on Mrs. Evanston?

No, not routine procedure to run a test
on a passenger.

If she was a passenger.

Didn't think she drove.

Well, she doesn't have a license, but
that doesn't prove she wasn't behind the

wheel of the car.

According to the diagram, there were no
skid marks, no spin, but it looked

through all the world like she may have
come out of the car on the driver's

side. Yeah, well, high -speed impact
does some funny things.

Or alcohol.

Our company's going to have to have a
lot better evidence on this to defend

Evanston in a civil suit.

Well, what did she say?

Well, that's just a thing. She claims
she doesn't remember.

I wish I could find just one person who
would definitely testify that she was

not behind the wheel of that limousine.

Owns deli and catering, but it's fast
and friendly service we deliver, pilot

Doug. Betty, were you able to track down
that parking stub?

Will you listen to the man? I float in
here on the aroma of hot pastrami and

cold potato salad. He wants to know
about a ticket stub. Excuse me.

Yes, I did.

No, I tracked down seven companies
before I found the one that printed that

stub.

The one you found in the limousine?

Yeah.

Came from a place called the Blue Heron.
At the beach?

Yeah.

Don't think I'll run out there.

But you haven't had a bite of lunch.

Well, you know how it is. One bite leads
to another.

You like hot pastrami, don't you,
Lieutenant?

It's the fruits of being self -employed.
The police department gives you a full

half hour for lunch, whether you need it
or not.

Oh, Brutus!

Sit.

Come on, Brutus.

Hello, how are you?

Never thought I'd see the day when you
and Brutus would become friends.

You're back early.

Yes, I should have phoned you from the
airport.

I know how you hate surprises.

Not at all.

How did things go in London?

Negotiations ended early, so I came back
here to coordinate the efforts.

It all sounds very hectic.

Truth is, it wasn't hectic at all. I
left before negotiations started.

Why?

Because I thought I saw something.

Something in your face when you came
home.

Just wanted to make sure it wasn't my
imagination.

I thought you were pleased with the
results of the operation.

I am. It's not that.

But looking at you now, I realize that
I've been guilty of too many trips like

this one.

Unnecessary trips to unnecessary places.

You know what I mean.

No, I'm afraid I don't. Not nice to tell
me.

I've never been very good at talking to
you.

Strange it should.

You seem different now.

Come on, John. I don't think I've
changed that much.

I had a lot of chance to think on that
plane.

For the last seven years, we've done our
best to make each other miserable.

Was I really that awful?

Let me finish this, otherwise it will
never be said.

Dr. Danvers told me that the node
removal would alter your voice, a slight

change in your appearance, maybe even
your personality.

I want you to know, Lila, I welcome
those changes.

That's the nicest thing you could say to
me, John.

Look, mister, the kind of place that I
run here at...

It wouldn't pay if the word got out that
I talked out of turn. You know what I

mean? I mean, uh... Hey, thank you.

A fella brings a secretary in for a
little drink, a little employer

relationship.

It's really none of my business.

Ever seen this woman?

Uh... Yeah.

Yeah, I have. She used to come in here
once or twice a week.

Limousine always used to park in the lot
here and wait.

Good.

Now, I'm here because I'm looking for
someone who has seen her drive that car.

You know, the chauffeur is the only one
I've ever seen drive it. Of course, that

was quite a while back.

Three months?

Yeah, yeah, three months ago.

She always used to come in here alone
and meet the guy here.

You know the guy's name?

Sure, sure. His name is, uh...

His name is Jimmy.

That's all I know.

Could you describe him to me?

Yeah, sure.

Medium height, good -looking guy, dark.

He's kind of a real smooth operator, you
know?

Well, if you ever see him again... Call
that number.

Oh, yeah. Hey, thanks.

These kind of prices, I'd deliver the
guy to your doorstep if I see him.

Amazing. What is it?

Your hair really has changed.

However, I have a feeling that I can do
a lot more with this.

Why don't you say exactly what you mean?

Look, darling, you can play games with
your husband if you want to, but I know

you're not Lila Evanston.

I've known ever since the first time I
touched your hair.

You forget that I knew Lila.

A lot better than anyone else.

I would like you to know that I admire
what you've done.

What do you want?

Lila was crazy about me.

She used to give me things.

All the time.

Clothes, car.

Really nice things. She had a wonderful
taste.

You'd like to keep on getting nice
things?

Mm -hmm.

Only what's fair, though. I mean... You
are getting yours. I don't see any

reason why I shouldn't get mine.

Actually, I've had my eye on a little
shop in San Francisco.

How much?

$50 ,000.

I haven't got that kind of money.

You can get it. I know you can.

Look, it's just not as simple as that. I
mean, the money you're asking for...

It's just money, right?

Actually, you'd be contributing to the
development of a great talent.

One day I expect to have a shop in Las
Vegas, Miami, Chicago.

I think big.

Just like you.

Mr. Jones, you're asking me to break the
confidence of the doctor -patient

relationship. Doctor, your patient is
facing a very serious lawsuit.

From all the evidence I've been able to
gather, she was driving the night of the

accident.

Well, that's nonsense.

I've just come from the emergency
hospital where they looked at Mrs.

the night of the accident.

Their blood workups indicate a high
concentration of alcohol which could

a felony drunk driving charge.

Well, I can assure you she said nothing
to me that would indicate anything like

this.

I thought you were supposed to be on her
side.

I am.

Well, the best way to help her is to
forget the accident.

Her husband is an extremely wealthy man.
He can afford the settlement, whatever

it might be.

No one can afford manslaughter.

Well, all I know is that she can't
afford to go on reliving that accident

the rest of her life.

Maybe she's better off not remembering.

Too bad that is a medical opinion and
not a legal one.

Are you quite finished, Mr. Jones?

I have some work to attend to. Well, I
won't keep you. I wonder if you could

tell me where I could find Nurse
Mayberry.

Karen Mayberry?

What do you want with Nurse Mayberry?
Well, our company sent her several

covering round -the -clock care for Mrs.

Evanston.

You and I know that Mrs. Evanston would
be more likely to talk to her than

anyone else.

Nurse Mayberry is no longer with us.

She left town, I understand.

No one with that.

About six weeks ago.

Did she leave a forwarding address?

No, she didn't.

Kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it?

But not if you have more important
things to occupy your mind with.

Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Jones, I
really do have some work.

Well, I don't want to hold you on. I
better get going myself. I want to get

to the nurse's registry before it
closes.

Nurse's registry?

Yes, I figure anyone as capable as...

Nurse Mayberry would be signing in
somewhere, just about the time you got

settled.

See you.

Dr. Danvers, here.

Yes, can you talk?

Yeah, what is it?

That, um, detective, Mr. Jones, was just
here.

He's looking for Karen Mayberry.

Are you sure you took care of
everything?

Uh, well, I closed the apartment.

Yeah, I think so.

What do you mean you think?

All right, all right, yes.

Hank, are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Good. Because Mr.

Jones isn't our only problem. That
hairdresser, James Cullen, was back.

What did he want?

I told you already, he knows.

He wants $50 ,000.

Hank, Hank, let's give it up. I'm
scared. It's not going to work.

Now, you just hold on, dear.

I'll talk to Mr. Collin, and I'll call
you back.

Good night. Good night.

Is that you, George?

Listen, George, we've left you quite a
mess here today.

You make it sparkle and I'll take care
of you on payday, all right?

What do you want? We're closed.

Are you James Cullen?

Yeah, what do you want? We're closed.

All right. Okay, you want the money?
It's over here in the drawer. Just hang

a second. Wait till I turn off the
water.

Here you are.

I don't want your money.

May I help you, Doctor?

Yes, ma 'am.

Jones is the name.

Is Dr. Danvers in today?

No, he isn't. Is there something I can
do?

Yes, ma 'am.

I'm really looking for the nurse that
Dr. Danvers used to go with.

Oh, Miss Mabry.

Yes, that's the one. I'm afraid you're a
little late. She left some time ago.

Surprise to all of us, I might add. Yes,
I know. I checked the nurse's registry,

and she didn't leave a forwarding
address.

I thought possibly she may have taken a
private job with possibly one of the

doctors who worked at Dr. Danvers.

That would take a lot of checking.

Not really. I'm just interested in the
doctors who worked on the Lila Evanston

case. Oh, that should be right here.

Now, let's see.

Uh -huh.

Assisting physicians Luce and Thompson.

Anesthesia nurse, Karen Mayberry. Of
course, this was just the first

the one they did at St. Agnes.

There's no one listed here for the
second operation.

Oh.

I didn't know there was a second
operation.

One evening, about three weeks into her
convalescence, a minor tissue repair.

Dr. Danvers often handles those right
here.

I see.

Oh, would you happen to have a personnel
picture of Nurse Mayberry that I could

borrow?

Hmm, yes.

Here it is.

Oh, thank you very much. I'll get this
right back to you.

And do you happen to know the name of
the neurosurgeon who took care of Mrs.

Evanson's arm?

I understand from emergency hospital
report here that she suffered some

to the radial nerve.

Dr. William Fairmont.

Yes, poor thing. She could hardly hold a
glass in her left hand. They decided

not to intervene.

Oh, I thought they'd done a repair.

Her hand looked just fine.

I'm afraid not.

The neurosurgeon decided to wait six to
nine months to see if the nerve would

repair itself.

Oh, I see. Well, thank you again.

Oh, uh, Dr. Jones, if you don't locate
Miss Mayberry, I've always wanted to

for someone with a charming bedside
manner.

Miss Dobbs, I assure you that when I
need a nurse, you'll be the first one I

call for.

You're coming along beautifully, my
dear.

A nice piece of work.

Even if I do say so myself.

James Cullen?

How do you feel about that nice piece of
work?

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

It was an accident.

A fortunate one, I admit, but
nevertheless an accident.

Oh, come on, Hank.

Between the amphetamines and the
barbiturates, you're beginning to

own lies.

If something had to be done, he did it
himself.

Hank.

Look, I began this masquerade to save
you, but this is murder.

Look,

in a little while, you'll get a quickie
divorce.

The law be over.

I'm sure Evanston will lay quite a
settlement on you.

No.

A divorce, okay, but I'm not going to
take advantage of him.

He's a nice man. I don't want to hurt
him.

That sounds a little ominous.

Do I detect?

A little bit of conscience?

Or are you falling in love with a shy,
reluctant friend?

Oh, Mr. Jones.

Won't you come in? Thank you.

Dr. Danvers, I hope I'm not interrupting
anything.

No, no, no.

We're quite finished.

If you'll excuse me, I have some
telephoning to do. Oh, surely.

Would you like a cup of tea, Mr. Jones?

Oh, no, thanks. I don't think so. Not at
the moment.

You know, I feel a little bit like a
young man.

out on a blind date for the first time
and winds up with his sister.

I don't understand.

Well, you see, I've been looking for
Nurse Mayberry, hoping that possibly

you had said something to her which
might enable me to clear up the

circumstances of your accident.

Well, I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful.

Well, the problem is that I was unable
to find Nurse Mayberry, so I'm back here

now hoping that... She may have said
something to you which would enable me

find her.

I don't recall anything.

Well, it's a chance.

Do you recall a club named the Blue
Heron? Does that mean anything to you?

No, I've never heard of it. Am I
supposed to?

You know, I think I will have that cup
of tea if you don't mind.

Certainly.

The young man had the blue hair and says
he remembers seeing you there, possibly

the night of the accident. He said you
were with a very handsome young man.

I've told you before that I have no
memory of that entire day.

Oh, could I have two lumps of sugar,
please?

He said he saw you there on a number of
occasions.

You don't recall anything of that
nature?

Afraid not.

I'm sure it's in the case of mistaken
identity.

Yeah, that was pretty good.

What? The way you handled a sugar
tongue.

With your left hand.

I'm sorry, but I... You told me at the
hospital that you couldn't use the

fingers of your left hand for six weeks
after the accident.

Couldn't even hold a glass of water.

If you were a medical man, Mr. Jones...

you'd know that spontaneous nerve
regeneration is not unusual.

Mrs. Evanston is very fortunate.

Did you also take care of the laceration
on her left forearm?

I hardly noticed a scar.

That's my line of work, too.

Congratulations, Doctor.

You've done your work well.

Well, Mrs. Evanston, Dr. Danvers, good
day. I know my way out.

Good day.

He knows.

He knows, but he can't prove anything.

Mr. French from the Blue Heron?

Yes, Mr. French.

Oh, uh, Mr.

Jones, I found your man for you.

That's good.

Did you get his name?

It's that Mr.

James. His picture's in the paper today.

It's that hairstylist that got himself
electrocuted. Betty, could I have the

morning paper?

Are you sure that this is the same man
that you saw with Mrs. Evanston?

Yeah, there's no doubt about it. I've
seen him with your lady a number of

Thank you very much.

Looks like Lila Evanston lost her
boyfriend before she remembered who he

I don't quite follow that.

Lila Evanston stands to lose a million
-dollar lawsuit, maybe even go to jail.

But instead of helping, all she's done
is lie.

Lie?

But you said the shock of the accident
could have destroyed all memory of that

evening.

But only for that evening.

What about before then?

She denies ever having heard of the Blue
Heron, yet she went there repeatedly to

meet James Collins. Now, she was either
lying or she never heard about it in the

first place.

How do you explain it?

I explain it like this.

I don't believe that Lila Evanston ever
left that hospital alive.

What?

Look, I'll show you.

Now, all of these pictures are the same
head sight.

This is a newspaper picture of Lila
before the accident.

Now, look at the discrepancy when you
measure it against the picture of Lila

Evanston following the accident.

Barnaby, you said yourself that the
surgery was extensive.

But there's one measurement that doesn't
vary. That's the difference between the

pupils.

Two and a half millimeters.

They just don't match.

Well, could it be the...

The enlargement you made?

No, because I measured the size of the
iris.

You see, the measurements are exactly
the same between these two.

And that's the reason I could never find
Nurse Mayberry.

She was hiding behind the face of Lila
Evanston.

Entrenchments.

Sort of early in the day for champagne,
isn't it?

Not when it's a maid's afternoon off.

You said you'd be patient.

Well, I thought things were different
between us.

They are.

I just want things to be right.

See?

The afternoon is right for champagne.

Now, here's the plan.

Let's get away from here. Just the two
of us. Let's...

Let's go someplace where we can be
alone.

What do you say?

I... I don't know.

There's so many preparations.

No, they're all taken care of.

Look, I got the plane tickets right
here.

By tomorrow morning, we can be in the
Hotel Copenhagen.

In the same honeymoon suite.

Please, Lila.

Come with me You really want me to go
more than anything I've ever

wanted in my life

I'd

like that All right good

But you'll have to give me You'll have
to give me time to get some wardrobe

because I don't have a thing to wear
this time of year in Denmark.

Unless you don't give a girl much time.

Passport. What time do we have to be...

What's the

matter?

The Hotel Copenhagen isn't in Denmark.

It's in a virgin island.

Well, if I'd ever been there, I wouldn't
have known that, wouldn't I?

I'm not going to lie to you anymore.

I didn't enjoy lying.

Where's Lila?

She's dead. She died after surgery.

Well, who are you?

I, uh, I'm Karen.

Mayberry, Lala's nurse.

What happened?

Hank took a chance that he shouldn't
have, and... Why did you go through all

this?

To protect Hank.

Because I thought I needed him, and...
And you let me fall in love with you.

Yep.

It's the only part of this I didn't...

I didn't mind.

Very touching.

No one answered the front door, so I let
myself in.

You're responsible for this.

You said yourself it was a remarkable
job.

You told that to the police?

I don't think she's so proud.

All right, come on, let's get him out of
here. No.

I'm not going on with this nightmare any
longer.

You help me or I finish him right here.

Be careful.

All right, get in.

Just handle it cool.

You both going somewhere?

Yeah.

To the clinic.

Gonna run some tests.

Well, this will only take a minute.

Mrs. Evanson, I wonder if you'd mind
looking at this photograph for me.

Can you identify this woman?

Yes, of course. It's Karen Mayberry.

What is this?

You didn't have to trouble Mrs.

Evanson with that.

Photograph? Well, as a matter of fact, I
did.

You see, a photograph picks up excellent
fingerprints.

And if my suspicions are correct, the
prints will be the same as those of the

lady in the picture.

What are you talking about?

Karen Mayberry. You see, Mrs. Everson
didn't have a fingerprint record, but

Mayberry did.

She may be wearing Lila's face, but I'm
betting that those are the fingertips of

a nurse.

Mr. Joe.

I don't think we need to listen to any
more nonsense.

Good day, Mr. Jones.

Okay.

She looks fine, doesn't she?

Well, I think you're coming to see her
accounting for a lot of that.

You know, what charges is she going to
have to face once she recovers?

Well, from what we've learned from Dr.
Danvers, Karen had nothing to do with

Colin's death or with Danvers' assault
on you.

It's mostly a case of fraud.

Well, whatever it is, I'll make sure she
has the best legal representation

possible.

I assume you're available to help him
defend her. Just call on me.

Thank you.

Eddie.

Did I miss something? Was he going to
defend Karen Mayberry after all this? He

asked.

He loves her very much.

And after what she did for him, I have a
feeling it goes both ways.

What's the matter? Something wrong?

No. I'm just a sucker for a happy
ending.

Uh -huh.