All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s03e05 Odd Man Loses

Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen,
also starring Lee

Meriwether, with guest stars Christopher
Stone, Joanne

Harris, Dick Van Patten, Robert

Hogan.

Tonight's episode, Odd Man Losers.

Can't you train the kids to put these
things away?

Aye, aye, Captain.

You want to drive?

Get the feel of it? When we pick up,
Mel.

Why, Mel?

Why can't we?

Because we can't afford it, Lorna.

Oh, don't you know any other song?

Well, you go inside. The neighbors are
going to see you. What? I don't care.

Please, baby, the fellas will be here
any second.

Oh, go ahead.

Save a dollar on your dumb carpool, but
don't ever spend one on me.

What's he doing?

He's going to be driving later.

Listen, I've been thinking about it all
night.

We ought to forget the whole thing.

We're not criminals.

Well, that's the beauty of it.

Who's going to suspect us, huh?

You're just an accountant at PRC. He's
just a draftsman.

I don't even work there.

No, the plan is perfect.

At lunchtime today, we're going to do
it.

Come on, get in the car.

If anyone calls, I'm going out to lunch.

Thank you.

Officer, I can't imagine what infraction
I... Get out of the car.

Come on, move!

You're not a policeman.

Get over there. Get back. Come on.

Back, back.

That's right.

That's right.

Come

on,

get it open!

You didn't tell me he had a gun, Mal!

I didn't know it!

What are you doing? Put your mask on. If
he

comes to and sees your face, we're...
He's dead.

Oh, my God.

It's that much a rip -off.

Just got to be murder one for all of us.

It was an accident.

We gotta get out of here. Now, wait a
minute!

Look, just let me think, will ya?

Just help me.

Help me and I can cover.

Get the chair and jack up the right
rear.

Get the gun clipped from his belt and
take his coat off.

You think he can fool the police?

I spent three years on tow trucks. I
know what the cops are looking for.

Well, move, will ya?

That was quick.

Well, I did a little name -dropping down
at the police records.

Told them Barnaby Jones sent me, and you
should have seen how fast they moved to

get a copy of that report.

Mrs. Hogan, this is my daughter -in
-law, Betty.

Mrs. Hogan, would you like a cup of
coffee?

Please, black.

Investigative officers, Lieb and
Trombino. You got the best.

That's what they said about you.

Wondering how you happened to call me.

According to this, your husband had
crawled under the car to retrieve a lug

that Jack gave Wayne.

Reasonable under the circumstances.

That report hardly reflects my husband's
nature.

Wayne Hogan would not, under any
circumstances, even attempt to change a

You're saying you don't believe it was
an accident?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

The reason is that in...

Accident doesn't require a motive, but
murder does.

Do you have any reason to believe that
somebody wanted to kill him?

No.

But somebody did.

Mr. Jones, long before we had money, I
saw Wayne pay his last dollar to have a

tire changed.

Well, perhaps he couldn't reach a phone.

That would account for his
uncharacteristic behavior.

There was a phone in the car.

According to the report, the phone was
working perfectly.

He was my husband.

I think I have a right to know what
happened to him.

Of course you do.

Ms. Hogan, I'll get on it right away.

Come on, Steve. It's been nearly a week.
Crack a smile, will you? About what?

A man being dead?

No, about the fact that we just split up
$335 ,000 and had the guts to take it.

Hey, come on. Come on. Cut it out. What
the hell kind of way is that for him to

speak to me?

I'm the one that hit him.

I'm the one that dreams about it at
night, not you.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Just remember, he had a gun, too.

That company of yours isn't exactly lily
white, either.

I mean, that was hot merchandise they
were going to buy with that cash.

And that's why they can't blow the
whistle on us.

I'll be glad when they lay me off.

They've started cutting back already.

I gave my two weeks notice at the tire
shop this morning.

Yeah? Where are you going?

I'm going to drift down to Florida, work
along the way.

Then in about six months, I'm going to
start showing some prosperity.

Then what?

Get myself a charter fishing boat and
live like a king.

What are you going to do, Steve?

Ed and his sister has a dry cleaning
chain in Denver.

We figure we settle there, and if it
looks good, we buy in.

Come on, let's go.

Hi, fellas.

Hey, Laura.

Hiya, honey.

How was the movie?

Oh, pretty good.

Had that actor in it I liked.

The one that reminds me of Don.

Hey, Mel, you better watch us.

Oh, don't listen to him. He's just a
jealous old bachelor.

Hey, what happened to the card game?

Oh, we started talking.

Oh, I'm drinking.

Well, why don't you fix me one so I can
catch up, and I'll go upstairs and fix

some cheese and crackers? Oh, that'll be
great, baby.

Okay. See ya.

Uh -huh.

You told her about the money. No, I
didn't.

Don't snow me, Mel. In seven months, a
car pool... He's right,

Mel.

She knows something.

It's not what you think. I told her that
a distant relative died, and that I

know I'm in on the will, but it'll be
six months before the estate is settled.

A little lie, that's all.

To make her happy.

Mel, make us happy, huh?

Remember, if any one of us is caught
with one -third of the money, it could

right back to the carpool.

You know, I think this ought to be our
last meeting together.

Car pool and all.

I gotta go along with Steve.

I'm really gonna miss you guys.

Mr. Jones, I'm Elliot Plum.

Yes, I know.

Come on, sit down.

What can I do for you?

Well, uh, maybe you could tell me why
the guard brought me here when all I did

was ask to see Mr. Hogan's secretary.

My instructions.

You see, the girl is no longer with us.

Fire? No, no, no, no.

The afternoon of Hogan's accident, why,
she was preparing to leave early, and

when I told her what happened, why, she
just went all to pieces, and she'd never

come back.

Well, I'd appreciate the young lady's
name and address.

She may be able to tell us who Mr. Hogan
planned to see in San Diego.

You know, Mr. Jones...

You're making this awfully hard for me.

How's that, Mr. Plowman?

Well, look, Wayne Hogan is much more to
me than just my purchasing agent, like

President George is purchasing.

He and his wife, Pam, and my wife, we
were all very cool personal friends.

Now, I'd be very grateful to you if
you'd help me spare Pam Hogan any

pain.

Well, I don't see anything painful in
trying to find out who Mr. Hogan had

planned to see. Well, there is, Mr.
Jones.

You see, there wasn't any San Diego
trip.

There never has been.

Shortly after Wayne left on those
Fridays, his secretary, Miss Corbett,

follow.

Now, I don't know where their rendezvous
was, but... Well, I don't have to spell

it out for you, do I?

No, I get the word.

But what I need is a little definition.

Are you sure that Miss Corbett didn't
leave an address?

Sorry.

Well, when she gets over her grief and
realizes that she still has a final

coming, she'll probably contact Perth
now.

I'll call for you. Oh, don't thank you.
I'll find my way. Thank you.

Pearson, I'm Barnaby Jones, private
investigator.

The gentleman over there tells me that
you worked very closely with Mr. Hogan.

I just handled his vending accounts.
There's nothing special about that.

Well, you are aware that he was on his
way to San Diego the day he died?

Yes.

Any idea who he was going to see down
there?

No, I wouldn't know that.

Catching a cold?

It's that thing. The temperature keeps
changing.

Yeah, I guess air conditioning and sweat
are the parents of most of the

pneumonia cases in California.

Too bad about Mr.

Hogan's secretary.

Cindy has pneumonia?

No, she just sort of dropped out of
sight.

Personnel doesn't seem to have any way
of getting in touch with her. I thought

possibly because you worked so closely
with Mr. Hogan, he may have given you

phone number.

No, not me.

Sorry.

Well, thank you, and nip that gold in
the bud.

Steve? It's Mel.

A man was just here to see me about
Hogan.

Private investigator.

I want to be challenged.

Steve.

Somehow he came right to me.

And I was supposed to leave Wednesday
night for Hawaii, and these apes

deliberately made me miss my plane,
yeah. And here it is Saturday, Saturday,

I'm supposed to start my new job Monday
morning.

Can you believe that?

Oh, uh...

Uh, no, I've wasted enough time with you
already, because I have a new

boyfriend. I think his name is Barnaby
Jones.

And if I was six months older, I would
ask him to marry me. Bye -bye.

If I was six months younger, I'd accept.

Mr.

Jones, your secretary said you wanted to
speak to me about Wayne Hogan.

This party must seem a little
insensitive to you.

Mr. Plowman said that you were so broken
up by Mr. Hogan's death that you didn't

go back to work.

He made it sound rather personal.

Well, nobody likes to lose a good boss.

Especially if he's more than a boss.

You mean like something going on between
Mr. Hogan and me?

No, no way.

But you didn't go back to work.

Well, there was no reason. Mr. Plowman
called and said that with Mr. Hogan

they wouldn't need me.

But... They did set up this great job
for me in Hawaii.

I bet they even paid your fare.

You're a pretty foxy detective, Mr.
Barnaby Jones.

Now, you tell me. I mean, why did they
do that for me?

Maybe you thought you knew something.

Well, like what?

Like why Mr.

Hogan was driving to San Diego the day
he got killed.

Well, it was just business. I mean,
nothing else would have made him drive

distance twice a month. He flew
everywhere else.

Twice a month?

Always on Friday.

He'd leave the office around 10 after
12, and he'd always let me go at 1 o

'clock. Any idea who he went to see in
San Diego?

Well, I guess a man named Carl Merrick.
At least there was always a lot of

phoning back and forth.

Is Merrick a vendor?

Probably a broker. His name never
appeared on a purchase order. The deals

always set up with independent companies
that we'd never used before.

What kind of deals?

Supplies and raw materials.

All those precious things it takes to
keep PRC running.

And how were all these things paid for?

Well, Mr.

Hogan would take the order up to Mr.
Plowman's office, and then he'd come

down and send for a very nervous little
man from accounting.

Melvin Pearson?

Yeah.

But I think that's all I know.

I was about to ask you if I could use
that.

Instant dial tone.

Thank you.

Barnaby Jones.

That's funny. That's my name, too.

Very funny.

Any luck?

I don't know yet.

Betty, would you call Ben Phillips in
San Diego? His agency owes us a favor

tell him to dig up everything he can for
me on Carl Merrick.

You're just the best, Daddy.

Oh, everything's so beautiful.

Come on.

Now, what are you doing here?

Hi. Hi. Oh, you just got to come and see
Mel. He's buying out the store.

The whole store, huh?

Look at these.

Hey, beautiful.

Listen.

Diamond Mel Pearson.

Last of the big -time spenders. You
ought to be a gambler. The two best ones

your size.

Oh, would you wait just a second? I just
want to try them. Hey, I wouldn't think

of you.

Would I?

Mel, huh?

Listen, it's not the way it looks.

You called me hysterical yesterday
because some Barnaby Jones character's

your tail, and now you pull this?

Well, you said it was only natural that
he would come to see me where I work.

Well, I don't remember telling you to
throw your money around like it was

confetti. Don, I had to do this.

Lorna was going to pack a bag and leave
me last night.

All right, Mel, how are you going to pay
for it?

You're tap city, remember, like Steve
and me?

I have house taxes set aside.

I can refinance the car. I can get a
loan at my credit union.

I'm not going to touch the other.

Honest.

Ta -da!

Isn't it fantastic?

Have you ever seen such a steal for 225?

Well, can I have it?

I won't need anything for years.

Please.

Oh, you're just the best, the best
husband in the whole wide world.

Daddy's made all your brunch favorites.

Just finishing my hair, hon.

Morning, Mr. Pearson.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was just taking my Sunday
morning ride. I thought I'd come over

hello. Say, I know you'll be happy to
hear that Cindy Corbett is fine.

She didn't catch pneumonia.

Matter of fact, I saw her at a party
yesterday.

Yeah?

I'm glad.

You look a sight better yourself.

Well, like you said, sometimes the air
conditioning.

I'd like to... Oh.

Good morning.

Excuse me.

Honestly, Mel, I could have mentioned
that we had company.

Hello.

Miss Pearson, I'm Barnaby Jones, private
investigator.

I'm looking into the death of Wayne
Hogan.

Oh. Oh, that poor man at work.

Can you believe this? He never even
mentioned the accident until I happened

see it on the late news that evening.

Well, it's quite reasonable.

A sudden death.

Shock. Somebody you've been working very
closely with? I told you once before,

we didn't work that closely together.

Well, he did come in to see you every
time before he made that trip to San

Diego? Yes, I drew his special vouchers
for him.

Well, a company voucher is hardly
negotiable. What did he do, convert them

cash? Yes, I suppose so.

PRC has a cash surplus for just such
emergencies.

How much was the voucher that you drew
for him the week that Mr. Hogan had his

accident?

Something over 300 ,000, I think.

300 ,000? Very emergency.

Kind of makes a fellow wonder what's
essential.

Come on. Mr. Plowman could have told you
all this when he hired you.

Mr. Plowman didn't hire me.

My client believes that Wayne Hogan was
murdered.

But the news said he died accidentally
while changing a tire.

Perhaps he did, Mrs. Pearson.

But your husband has just given me 300
,000 reasons why it may have happened

another way.

Thank you very much for the help.

Have a happy brunch.

Now, are you in trouble?

You are in trouble, aren't you, Mel?
Now, I can tell. Shut up, Lorna.

Today, would you just keep your mouth
closed?

Mel, I didn't mean nothing by it.

I gotta go.

We stay here, do you understand?

All day I'm driving around looking for
you.

Dragging me with him. Soon. I had a date
at the marina last night and I just got

home. Didn't you understand what I said
when you called?

Mel, I heard every word.

Barnaby Jones told you he wasn't hired
by the company.

He's looking for evidence for murder,
and I never touched Hogan. You're my

witness, Steve, and I'm yours.

You're a real friend, though.

The law says we're just as much a part
of it as Don is. You know that.

We'd get life.

We'll get nothing if you just stick to
the plan.

Jones hasn't gotten around to you yet.
He came to my house. First the office,

now my house. I listen to this all day.

Okay, Steve, but remember I told you.
I'm getting out of the country tonight.

Well, come on. You don't want to do
that.

They can't trace the money. The company
can't even admit it was stolen.

Mel, he's right.

As long as we don't start flashing money
around and just act like nothing's

happened, they can't pin anything on us.

I don't know. You guys didn't hear that
detective.

I'm going home.

You take care of him.

Mel, we're buddies, right?

How could Jones or anybody suspect you
of murder in a 300 grand ripoff?

That's easy enough for you to say. You
guys are just taking off.

But we agreed. You have to stay here.
You're the only one who worked with

In three months, it'll all be over. You
can go where you want. Three months?

Forget it. I'd never make it.

I'm packing Lorna in the car.

We're crossing into Mexico tonight.

Mel!

Mel!

Mel, Mel.

Use your head. How long do you think
you'd be gone before they came looking

you? I'm afraid of jail.

What would you want to do alone?

I'll walk you home. I drove.

Just leave me alone.

Mel, I'm warning you. I'm sorry.

Lieutenant, I may have asked about an
attache case, but I don't remember.

The investigating officer said it was
the first thing you asked about at the

scene. You also asked the lady on the
horse, the one who found Mr. Hogan's

Wayne Hogan was an important executive.

It is not inconceivable he might have
taken something of value on a business

trip. You're right, Counselor, excepting
that Mr. Plowman has been trying to

convince me that Mr. Hogan was not on a
business trip that day.

I may be mistaken, but... Do you know
Carl Merrick?

I never heard of him.

There's a small trucking and warehouse
business in San Diego.

Gentlemen, since you fail to appreciate
his cooperation, I'm advising my client

to terminate this interview.

The San Diego police have files for a
year now on some pretty big rip -offs

along the docks.

electrical components and other
materials. It just happened to coincide

closely with your inventory pattern, Mr.

Plowman.

Miss Corbett said Mr.

Hogan bought a lot of that stuff in San
Diego.

I told you I don't know any Carl
Merrick.

Were we still talking about Carl
Merrick, Lieutenant?

I thought I'd moved along to thefts on
the docks.

Were you suggesting that there's some
connection between the two, Mr. Plowman?

Well, that's what you implied, isn't it?

Isn't Carl Merrick the man that Hogan
went to see in San Diego, carrying the

attaché case your client inquired about
but doesn't remember?

Seems to me my memory would be doing
flip -flops, too, if I realized that my

vice president was going around carrying
$300 ,000 in cash that wound up

missing. Lockridge, you get a court
order. Get these two out of here and

them out.

When I come back, it'll be official, and
I'll have the court order.

What's the matter? Oh, Mel didn't come
home at all last night, and he wasn't at

work today, and I'm worried.

Well, Mel and Steve were at my place
last night. Steve left about ten, Mel a

minutes later. Yeah, I already talked to
Steve. He has not seen him either.

That's why I called you.

You know, now that I think about it, Mel
did say a few weird things last night.

Like that he was going to split from
Mexico, but I thought he was bombed.

Well, that's it. He's gone. He's left
me. Are you kidding? Hey, why would Mel

anyone leave you?

Don, you don't understand. There was
this guy who was killed at PRC.

And I think that Mel had something to do
with his death.

There was a private detective right here
yesterday questioning.

Mel. Yes.

Don, there was a lot of money involved.

And we're talking about Mel. Yes.

Oh, what am I going to do?

I'll just kill myself if I have to go
back to waitressing.

You won't if I have anything to say
about it.

Look, I've got a few bucks put away.

I know we joked about it a lot, but I
really dig you, Lorna. I always have.

I've never cheated on Mel.

I know that. Why do you think I never
said anything before?

But a girl like you with Mel, it just
didn't make sense. Even Steve said so.

I'm afraid to be by myself.

Well, you don't have to be afraid
anymore.

Not while I'm around.

Go see who that is, quick.

Gone is that private detective again.

Jones.

Yel, you're on the phone.

Mill, I'm on the phone!

It wouldn't look good if you found me
here. I'm going to go out the side door.

What did you just say?

Tell him Mill left you.

I'll talk to you later.

Miss Pearson?

Yes, come on in, Mr. Jones.

I was hoping your husband would be home.
I wanted to talk to him.

I have not seen my husband all night,
Mr. Jones.

Oh, I'm afraid he has left me.

Well, I know that he didn't go to work.
The guard at the gate said his car

didn't go through, but he only drives
there twice a week.

Yes, he was in a carpool with two other
men.

You happen to know their names?

Uh...

One was a Ron or a Don, and I think the
other one was Steve or Stan

or something like that.

No last names?

Well, I hardly ever saw them, and then
it was just from the door in the morning

when they picked him up, so... Miss
Pearson, you're a very attractive young

woman. I find it hard to believe that
the man who cooked your brunch yesterday

morning abandoned you last night, unless
he were running from something.

Running from what?

I'm not sure.

But he must know, or he wouldn't be
running, would he?

You just drove away.

That's right. I just went to the bank to
look in the safety deposit box, and I

just happened to see you in the rearview
mirror.

Well, I yelled after you.

Don,

you can quit lying now. I happen to know
that you and Mel were in on it together

now, weren't you?

Yeah, so was Steve.

I thought the less you knew about it,
the better off you'd be.

Mel's dead, isn't he?

It was a stupid accident.

Mel got panicky. The way he was talking,
they'd have had him in 24 hours.

The rest of us would have had to go to
jail, too.

Why don't you put that thing down?

What, then you're going to kill me?

Uh -uh.

You don't believe that.

You know how I feel about you, and I
think I know the way you feel about me.

I wanted to get you away from here
quietly, let the money be a surprise.

I'll share in mine. It's almost a
quarter of a million You mean it

can't you tell

What if we don't find Mel's share

The world landed Can you think of
anything that he was building or fixing

after?

You know Hogan. Oh, I don't know. He was
always working on one thing or another

around the house I don't know Don. It
could be anywhere What if it's not even

here?

You still have my share.

It's out in the trunk of my car.

That's what I wanted to hear you say.

Do you believe me now?

Why don't we start looking for her?

Why don't we look upstairs?

Mr. Triplett.

The gate guard thought you might be able
to help me. I'm Barnaby Jones, a

private investigator.

Uh, what's it about?

Well, it's about Wayne Hogan's death.

The gate guard said he remembers you
left the plant that day about noon with

Pearson. Oh, yeah, we went out to lunch,
yeah.

Am I telling you where?

Let me think, yeah.

That was Friday.

Oh, yeah, we drove out to Lou's Chowder
House.

The guard said you walked out.

Oh, well, Pearson and I carpooled with a
guy who works in one of the shops down

the street, and he picked us up at the
corner.

What's his name?

Don. Don Brady.

I think he took off for Chicago last
week. Anyhow, the pool broke up.

You and Mr. Pearson, too?

Well, yeah, I was due for a layoff. As a
matter of fact, I just picked up my

severance check.

Have you seen Mr. Pearson?

No one seems to have seen him since
yesterday.

No? What?

What is all this about, anyhow?

Well, confidentially, there is a little
over $300 ,000 missing.

Supposition is that Mr. Hogan was killed
so somebody could get it.

Reports I heard it was a freak accident.

Could have been contrived.

Now, it looks like Mr. Pearson is
involved, although somebody else could

rigged it.

You're not accusing me of something, are
you, Mr. Jones?

Mr. Triplett, all those questions I've
asked will be asked again sooner or

by the police.

Now, if you go in with answers before
the questions are asked, you may come

better. You're not getting my message. I
don't have any answers.

About Mr. Pearson?

Well, you did go into his department
looking for him today.

Just to say goodbye, Mr. Jones.

Somebody may have already done that for
you.

I think Mr. Pearson is dead just as
Wayne Hogan is dead.

What do you think?

I hope you're wrong.

Mel was a nice guy.

Hey, now, if you don't mind, I got a
wife and two kids who are home waiting

me. Sure.

I'm sorry I'm late.

German Brody wasn't the easiest man to
locate. Don't tell me. Let me guess. He

didn't show up for work.

Right. But the owner of the tire shop
gave me his address.

But hold on. I'm afraid this is going to
ruin your lunch.

No, this Thousand Isle addressing has
already beat you to it. Go ahead.

Well, the apartment manager said that
Brody checked out this morning.

You don't seem disappointed.

Just disappointed in the sandwich.

Brody's taking off fits in.

The way Hogan's accident was staged, I
didn't think Pearson could handle it by

himself. But with somebody that works in
a tire shop... And Don Brody was a

member of the same carpool. A carpool
which is losing members fast.

Where are you going?

Striplet has drawn his severance pay.

Just may be he's the last man on the bus
out of town.

Luna! Yes?

Jackpot!

He hit it right under our noses. Quick,
bring a bag down.

I'll be right down.

Clever son of a gun. He hit it right
under our noses when we were sitting

the other night.

Steve, what are you doing?

I called it.

You what?

She called me.

Somebody has to look out after Lorna's
interest.

Look, Steve, I'm crazy about her. I'm
going to take her with me.

Wake up, friend.

She's with me.

You and Lorna?

That's right. It's been going on for
months.

Didn't you ever wonder why Steve always
left those card games early?

Oh, brother, you didn't see any more
than Mel did. We've been planning to

just as soon as I had enough money.

No hard

feelings.

Fill it.

Steve was here only a couple of minutes,
Mr. Johns, and then he left.

Well, that seems strange. You gave me
the impression he couldn't wait to get

home to you and the kids.

Your children must be very quiet, or
they go to bed early.

I left them up the street with a
neighbor.

No reason they should suffer because
Steve and I are at each other's throats.

Not bad, huh?

I just got tired of finding hair on his
lapel.

Hair that wasn't mine.

When I asked him to stop, he just
laughed and said, since I knew, he might

well give her his home phone number.

She called just a short time ago, and he
took off.

Any idea who she is?

Just a long, silky -haired blonde.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm not much help.

Long, silky -haired blonde.

You may have helped a lot more than you
think, Mrs. Triplett.

Thank you.

Just keep moving.

You know, I'm going to get you for this.

It's not going to be an accident,
either.

That's why you're coming with us, along
with your share of the money.

Now, where is it?

No, you don't get that.

He said the money was in his trunk.

You should be more cooperative.

I don't have to run any faster if they
find your body back there in the house.

Now open the trunk and get the money.
Lorna, put the bag in my car.

Get moving.

Did you call police emergency for an
ambulance?

I'll do that. No, Mrs. Person.

We have a special conveyance for all of
you.

There'll be a squad car along in a
moment.

Three ordinary men in a carpool.

Poor Wayne. He's responsible for his own
death, in a way.

Well, in the final analysis, most of us
wind up being our own victims.

The important thing is, now what happens
to Pam Hogan?

Well, Wayne left me a large block of PRC
stock.

And with Elliot Plowman resigning...
Hey, when they're through with all the

criminal charges, the company's going to
need some good feminine leadership to

restore confidence.

But I didn't intend to go that far.

Why not?

Betty's been running my outfit for
years. Doesn't hurt my confidence.