All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s03e10 Time To Kill

Barnaby Joan.

Starring Buddy Epson.

Also starring Lee Meriwether.

With guest stars Lawrence Luckinville.

Ellen Weston.

Kaz Garris.

Tonight's episode, Time to Kill.

I loathe Mara.

But Grace was right about the souffle.

I can't thank you enough for getting me
out tonight. It's my pleasure, George.

But you're not going already, are you?
Oh, I don't know, Colby. Those wines

really did me in.

Maybe I ought to pass on the cognac.
George, it's a 1938.

Like a good woman, it won't stand
neglect much longer.

1938, a memorable year. Just you wait.

Another masterpiece?

I hope you weren't expecting anything
less. Not from you. Why don't you get

of here and finish this tomorrow
morning?

Oh, thank you.

Good night, Mr. Lasker. Good night.

Colby?

In here, George. I was beginning to
think you weren't sure it was aged

You tell me.

Well?

Incredible.

11 o 'clock already?

It's the perfect time to enjoy a rare
old cognac.

And even rarer Havana cigars.

Well,

where'd you get these?

Havana, of course.

Now, George, as I was saying at dinner,
California vineyards are an investment

that cannot afford to be overlooked.

A vineyard?

Yeah. I've been doing some checking up
around Calistoga.

Do you have any idea what the profit is
on owning all those fields up there?

In less than five years, the return on
your investment... George, the return on

your investment... George.

Hold it right there.

Now turn around.

Nice and easy. Put your hands on the
window.

In less than five years, the return on
your investment would have tripled,

George.

George.

George. What?

I was talking about vineyard investment.

Ownership near Calistoga.

Oh.

I must have dozed off.

I think you were about to.

I told you we should have saved this for
some other evening when I could relish

it wide awake.

I suppose you're right.

Yes, just a minute.

George, it's your answering service.

Thank you.

Weatherly. We've been trying to reach
you, sir.

What? Someone's broken into your house.
When?

A little while ago.

Shall I connect you?

No, no, I'll be right there.

Can you believe that?

While we've been sitting here, someone's
broken into my house.

And nothing else was taken, Mr.
Weatherly? Nothing else. I've been all

house. Just the exeter.

Mildred's diamond.

Mildred? My late wife, Lieutenant.

I bought it for her.

Lieutenant? Oh, Barnaby?

Well, are you listening to the police
band again, or is this official?

Oh, this is official.

California Meridian Insurance called me.
They had the diamond insured for a

million dollars.

And worth at least half again as much as
that in today's market.

Mr., uh... Jones.

I'm Barnaby Jones, private investigator.

It's an awfully expensive stone not to
keep in a bank vault.

I did. I brought it home to have it
reappraised and sold.

How many people knew you had the diamond
here in the house?

As I told the lieutenant here, just a
few friends.

Your appraiser, of course, and my
servants.

You've already made a list, Barnaby.

I'll get a copy over to Betty if you
like.

Like who's who?

You got a symphony conductor?

Stockbroker?

Important banker?

Not exactly the kind of people you find
on the ten most wanted list.

Of course not. I told you. These are my
friends.

What about the servants?

Been with me for years.

I don't understand.

Why do you think the thief must be
someone I know?

The exeter was the only thing taken, Mr.
Weatherly, and only those people close

to you could have known about it.

And people talk.

Your friends may have mentioned it to
one of their friends.

I tried to track down a piece of gossip.
You never know how it started or how

many people know about it.

Yes, well, it's been a long night. If
you don't need me anymore, Lieutenant, I

think I'll get some rest.

Of course, Mr. Wendland. Thank you.

We'll be in touch later.

I could end up being a long list.

Would your list include Weatherly?

You mean the game of steal it yourself
and collect the insurance?

I doubt it.

Weatherly was having dinner at a
friend's house at the time of the

Colby Lassiter by name. Anyway, this has
all the earmarks of a simple bust and

run. The thief broke in here, went
straight to the desk, got the stone, and

hightailed it out.

You figure he ran into the patrolman on
the way out.

He must have.

It was a struggle.

The guard was shot at very close range
with his own gun.

The thief must have been pretty sure of
himself.

Set off the alarm with West Oak Security
ten minutes away.

Look, Barnaby, do you mind if I send you
the full report later?

It's been kind of a long night for me,
too.

You tired?

I'm fresh as a daisy. Why don't you get
yourself a little rest? I'll poke around

a little.

I am a little more impressed with you
now.

I had no idea it was the Exeter diamond
that we were talking about.

Can you cut it?

Have you heard of the Cashman diamond?

Oh, yes.

The man who recommended you in Marseille
said that was your work.

You see, I come recommended.

You arrive without a name and no
credential.

This is all you have to know about it.

Oh, but I know a little more about you
than this, my friend.

In fact, you're an amateur.

A lucky amateur.

Too bad about the security man.

A professional would have handled it
better, n 'est -ce pas?

Are you finished?

With this or with you?

When will you be able to cut it?

Tomorrow. Two days, maybe a week.

First I study the photos, mark the
sketches.

I haven't got a week.

I will get in touch with you.

How?

Oh, no.

I will get in touch with you.

Honey, be careful now. I'll be right
back.

My granddaughter.

Babysit for now that I have all this
time in my retirement.

I can keep you working for a while,
Andy.

Yeah, I bet he told me.

The exeter, huh?

Boy, that rock must be worth a pile of
dough.

What do you hear in the street?

Not a rumor.

Frankly, I don't think I'm going to pick
up much out there on this one. What do

you think?

Not the same as you.

The job is too crude to have been done
by any of the folks you know.

I figure it was an amateur.

Amateur with good inside information.

It's not my turf.

Cutters are.

I think he's going to have a hard time
disposing of a stone of that size and

reputation unless he's syndicate
connected.

I could ask around on that. I think
you'd do better to concentrate on who

friend might get to cut the thing.

The smaller it is, the easier to get rid
of.

A diamond that size is going to need a
specialist.

There's not too many guys around that
can handle it.

There's Jerry Bonner, but he's in a
slammer.

Doug Spivak, he's too old.

Wait a minute.

There's a new guy around town I heard
about.

A Frenchman.

What do you know about him?

Nothing.

Find out.

Still only half?

You get the rest when you come up with
an answer.

I'll be not even a hello for your
prodigal wife

Don't tell me you're still mad at me

Claire, you know, I could never stay mad
at you

Excuse

me There's a Mr. Jones to see you.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Well, now that you're here, Mr. Jones,
what is it?

I'm a private investigator looking into
the theft of the Exeter diamond for

California Meridian Insurance.

Oh, yes.

That's George Weatherly's diamond.
Remember, that's the one he bought from

Mildred years ago.

I understand Mr. Weatherly was having
dinner here last night when it was

Yeah, that's right. His answering
service called with the news.

Were the other guests still here?

No, they all left a short time before.

You didn't tell me you had a dinner
party last night. It was just a small

dinner. The Claiborne's were here, the
Danubas.

Do I understand that you weren't at the
party?

Oh, no.

I was still in Switzerland last night,
your time. On a skiing trip.

But I'm fascinated.

You mean you think someone who was here
might have taken it? At this point, Mrs.

Lasseter, I'm not just looking for a
needle in a haystack. I'm looking for a

haystack.

How do you expect us to help you with
it?

Well, it's beginning to look a little
bit like an inside job.

Somebody that knew Mr.

Weatherly, knew he had the diamond home
for reappraisal. Sounds fairly

preposterous to me.

I'm trying to talk to everyone who knew
about the Exeter.

Possibly you may have even mentioned it
to someone.

Excuse me, Mr. Jones, there's a
telephone call for you. Oh, thank you. I

you don't mind. I left the number with
my secretary.

Not at all.

Yes?

Barnaby, Andy Burns just called.

He left the name of a man who knows
about the French diamond cutter he

to you.

Fireway? He's the chef at the Le Pomerol
restaurant.

Le Pomerol restaurant.

Yeah. Got it. Thank you, Betty.

Nice plates, Le Pomerol.

A bit too Provencal for my taste, but...
Well, thank you for the tip and for

your time. Sure.

Mrs. Lassiter.

Colby.

When I called you from Geneva, the
airport, it was Monday morning Swiss

That would be Sunday night here, between
10 and 11.

So? The line was busy.

When I was here with George?

Three separate times. I had the overseas
operator keep trying for over an hour.

Line must have been out of order.

But you said George's answering service
got through.

Oh.

Well, but they weren't calling from
overseas, now were they?

Oh, the line trouble must have been at
your end.

That's possible.

Of course it is.

What are you doing here?

What do you think? You left Switzerland
without even saying goodbye.

Follow me?

What?

Get you, Jess.

I had no idea that... You suppose my
affections were just part of the

Learn how to ski and fall in love in two
weeks.

Kurt, I'm married.

You know that.

You could leave him.

We talked about that, didn't we?

Oh, look, I never meant for it to go
this far.

I didn't think you did either.

I'm sorry.

I can feel I've embarrassed you.

It's the last thing in the world I
wanted.

Oh, please.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I really did care.

I'm staying at the Parkhurst Hotel here
in town. I'll be there for a while,

seeing what the prospects are.

If you'd like to talk, you can reach me
any time.

No closer to the source.

A swift pass with a match.

A little inclined gesture.

Where is your sense of showmanship?

Again, s 'il vous plaît.

Snap.

The march.

Voilà. Alors, the pass.

Oh!

I don't believe it.

Did you see that?

Did you?

Yes, very colorful.

I may suggest he could use a little
practice.

You heard?

Over there.

never get it right.

Once a short order cook, always a short
order cook.

What can I do for you?

I'm Barnaby Jones, a friend of mine,
Andy Burns.

Oh, Andy Burns.

Yes, he told me that you might be
knowledgeable about a diamond cutter who

in this area.

In this area?

In Marseille, perhaps, but not here.

Who are you looking for?

He's a Frenchman. He's competent enough
to handle a stone the size of the

Exeter. Ah, the Exeter.

Yes.

It is possible I know him.

We did business once before I was forced
to retire by the authorities.

The celebrated Cashman Diamond.

Can you believe that Marcel tried to
cheat me?

Marcel did that? Yes.

What's his last name?

Marcel de Laud.

He had the gall to come in here only a
month ago and ask me for a job.

Incredible. I nearly threw him out
bodily.

Well, as you were tossing him out, did
he happen to mention his address?

No.

Well, no matter. I have some friends who
owe me favors down at the Bureau of

Immigration. Thank you very much.

Oh, Mr. Jones.

You will come back to dine, perhaps.

I have some superb coquilles Saint
-Jacques you might like.

Mm, scallops.

Yeah, I'll be looking forward to that.

The place is still here.

I've studied the photos, marked the
sketches.

Now, there is only the cutting left.

What happened?

I don't know.

These things, they happen, but rarely.

So rarely. How could it?

Some flaw.

Infinite, decimally small. No one could
see.

That can't be. That's impossible.

Diamonds don't crumble like that.

This is nothing but sand.

We have been taken.

This is glass.

Glass.

But you saw.

Somebody else could have been fooled.

Maybe.

But not you.

You're a diamond cutter.

I was concentrating on the angle of the
blade. I didn't take care of the stone.

That stone has not been out of my
possession until I handed it to you just

minute. That's it. That's got to be it.
You switched it. How could I?

Are you sure? Where is it now, sir?

In your pocket?

Lieutenant. Well, I see you got my
message.

What message?

Until a half an hour ago, I was with a
friend of mine in the Bureau of

Immigration trying to find this address.

Was that Marcel DeLoud that just wheeled
out?

Yeah. One of the neighbors found him.
When we got here, there he was. And

were these.

That's the Exeter, all right.

And pieces of glass all over the floor.

Glass. Looks like Marcel tried to pull a
duplicate on our friend, the thief.

But he was too smart to fall for it.

Any evidence as to who our friend is?

No.

Well, we know one thing about him. He's
still in town.

Well, what does he do now?

Look for another cutter?

Maybe.

Maybe he thinks it over and makes a
phone call.

The California Meridian.

Well, the last time you looked this
ghastly was the morning after that three

-day housewarming on Ibiza.

And a good morning to you, too.

Do you want to talk about it?

About what?

What's bothering you?

Did something go wrong with the laser
stock?

Oh, Claire.

Why can't I get a cup of coffee in this
joint? You should have asked me at three

this morning when you came home.

It wasn't anywhere near that late. It
was.

I was up.

I saw what you hid in the candle.

And then there was this in the morning
paper.

How did you get that diamond, Colby?

You seem to have put it all together.

You did it yourself?

Like always, you underestimate me.

There are two men dead.

That couldn't be helped.

All I planned to do was steal the jewel.

For us.

That fight.

That fight in Nice. It was about money.

Money!

You and I never thought twice about
money before.

George's fortune does not rest on that
diamond.

It was in his home. It was going to be
so easy. No one would be hurt.

Except that guard.

Claire, he caught me.

I didn't want to kill him.

Why did he have to pick that time?

And this diamond cutter.

Deload.

Do you know what he was trying to do?

After all I went through to get that
stone?

He wanted to steal it.

He was trying to substitute a glass
phony.

And he pulled a gun on me. I had no
choice, Claire.

I was afraid I was going to lose you.

That doesn't say much for me.

I couldn't have taken that, living
without you.

I would have done anything.

You should have told me.

Well, now you know.

I wish it hadn't ended this way.

What are you going to do now?

That's what kept me awake most of the
night, trying to figure out.

It's too risky to try to find another
diamond cutter now.

And there's no way I can sell this thing
whole.

Unless... I sell it to the right buyer.

Now, according to the call, the thief
wants $400 ,000 for the accident.

Black. Thank you.

Now, that still saves the company over
half a million dollars, considering that

we're still in the old appraisal.

So we've decided to agree to the
buyback.

That sounds like quite a bargain to me,
if I've ever heard one, Mr. Reynolds.

California Meridian wants Barnaby to be
the go -between, knowing the thief has

already murdered two people. I don't
think we have to worry too much about

Lieutenant. These two cases look like
self -defense, sort of. I think he'd be

more careful this time.

Yeah.

He's not getting used to killing.

Look, Barnaby, I'm not letting you go to
any drop points without us looking off.

Oh, wait.

The man specifically said no police.

I don't care what the man stated, Mr.
Reynolds.

Barnaby wears a transmitter and stays in
our sight, or I'm not going to let him

go through with it.

Mr. Reynolds is afraid you won't be
discreet.

Oh.

Well, tell him about my two years on the
vice squad.

You hear that, Mr. Reynolds?

We are...

me let you up because you said you were
going home.

Is that the only reason? Yes.

The least I could do was say goodbye.

Colby will be back in a minute.

It's Colby I came to see.

Colby?

I know how you feel about me.

Perhaps I can persuade him to change his
mind.

Let me change your mind.

I'm more in love with Colby now than I
was before.

Things must have changed between you and
Colby.

He needs me now.

He never did before.

Well, I don't intend giving up so
easily.

Kurt, it's no use.

Please go through the kitchen. Why
should I? I haven't done anything.

Kurt, don't do this to me.

I could use a drink. How about you?

Yeah, I'll die.

Well? It's all set.

They've agreed to 400 ,000.

The Exeter's worth a lot more than that,
but I had to settle.

Jones will be the go -between.

Jones? I recognize you. No, he won't. I
wear a mask, some piece of cloth with

the eyes cut out.

Where do we make the exchange?

We'll send him around to a series of
phone booths. Then we'll make the

in an abandoned farmhouse on Route 7.

Are you sure it's safe?

It's wide open. There's no chance for
him to play any tricks.

There's no ice. Where's Hannah?

Considering what's going on, I told her
she could take a few days off.

Good.

So keep your fingers crossed, my
darling.

If we get the cash, we'll be home free.

Face away.

Put the attache case on the ground.

What's he doing?

Where's the diamond?

There's been a change of plan.

Maybe on your part. Our agreement was...
Unless you wish to be shot where you

stand, Mr. Jones, I suggest you return
to your vehicle and drive.

Who the hell is that?

Who's Kurt?

Who is Kurt?

Thanks, Lieutenant.

I'm sure Barnaby's anxious to know.
Right. Bye.

Don't tell me, let me guess.

Our friend in intensive care is from
Switzerland.

He is either a bobsledder, a ski
instructor, or a mountain climber.

A ski instructor. Will you tell me how
you guessed that?

His accent, for a starter.

And then his complexion is ruddy,
weather -beaten, like he's been out in

cold too long. Two and two.

You are going to tell me how he fits
into everything.

I have an idea.

Yeah, but Lieutenant Biddle said they
didn't find the diamond on him.

Well, maybe he didn't steal it, but he
knows who did.

But how? He just arrived from Geneva a
couple of days ago.

And Mrs. Lassiter just flew in from
Switzerland on Monday. Ski trip, she

But they were both out of the country on
Sunday when the Exeter was stolen.

Colby Lassiter wasn't.

That's impossible. I thought he was with
George Weatherly during the time the

diamond was stolen.

So did I.

Colby. There's nothing to say.

Take me with you. I don't think so.
Please.

There's no time to argue. You heard the
radio.

If your boyfriend regains consciousness,
I'm sure the first thing he'll do is

tell him about me.

At least let me finish about Kurt. I
don't want to know.

I consider myself lucky to have ended up
on the right side of what was probably

a very neat double cross.

He followed me here on his own. I didn't
ask him to come. You didn't tell him

about the meeting with Jones at the
farmhouse? No.

Kurt was here when you came back from
making the arrangements.

I was telling him it was over between
us. He went out through the kitchen and

thought he was gone.

He wasn't, I guess. He must have stayed
in the kitchen and overheard everything.

I really do want to believe you.

It's the truth.

I have no reason to lie to you now.

Wouldn't you? With Kurt suddenly out of
the picture?

Oh, Colby.

You said you did this for me.

I love you.

Don't leave me behind.

All right.

Get your things.

As I said, I went over it several times
with the lieutenant.

I'm sure nothing new will come out of
it.

Well, I got a lot of hound dog in me.
Once I get the scent, I just can't quit.

And we're up to the cognac. And the
Havana.

It was just 11.

Now, Colby has this antique
grandfather's clock. Perhaps you've seen

Well, after that dinner and all that
wine, plus the cognac on top of it,

must have nodded off for a moment.

It was then that I...

Is something the matter?

Cognac, nodding off, waking up. What
happened exactly after you nodded off?

Well, let's see. I took another sip of
the cognac. I took a puff of my cigar.

And then I got up to thank Colby for a
pleasant evening and...

Wait a minute.

No.

My mind isn't as sharp as it used to be.

What is it?

Any little thing you can remember might
be important to you. The cigar.

It's been quite a while now, but the
more I think of it, the more I'm sure

it's not just my imagination.

It wasn't clipped.

You mean the end wasn't clipped? I do it
automatically.

You see, Mildred gave me this gold cigar
clipper.

Oh, it must be 30 years ago now. I'm
never without it.

Then why didn't you clip the cigar that
Colby gave you? Well, that's just the

point.

I remember I did.

That was before you dozed off. Exactly.

Now, when I puffed on it a few moments
later, well, I could almost swear it

wasn't clipped anymore, which is
impossible, right?

Two cigars.

How about that?

What time was it when you dozed off?

Well, I told you, it was 11.

Is that on your wristwatch or on Colby's
grandfather's clock? Oh, no, no, I...

I don't wear a watch anymore.

Retired mine when I retired.

Swore I'd never wear that little ulcer
maker again.

What are you getting at, Joe?

A trick with time, Mr. Weatherly.

A trick with time.

Yes, this is the only way out of the
building that isn't covered by the

-circuit TV system.

It's an emergency fire exit.

People can get out through here all
right, but they can't get in.

Unless...

Could I use some of that cleaning
powder?

Oh, sure.

What are you going to do?

A little dusting.

See that?

Yeah.

Somebody taped that latch down.

Looks like they were planning to use
this exit as an entrance as well.

Somebody in the building?

Yes, someone who wanted to leave for a
while, then come back without the man at

the desk noticing.

Well, Mr. Lassiter, I'm glad I ran into
you. The case is just about wrapped up.

Just needs a little of your time.

Well, Mr. Jones, we are in a bit of a
hurry here.

Why, just take two minutes.

Well, if you have the case all wrapped
up, as you say, I don't understand why

you need to talk to us. Well, it's just
a matter of confirmation.

Little things like the way you cut Mr.

Weatherly out of the herd at the end of
your party that night with the special

brandy.

Cognac. And the clever way that you set
the clock ahead and then set it back to

the correct time when you came back,
that was a neat trick.

Clock.

Clock.

Are you accusing me, Mr. George?

You only made one little mistake.

That was when you forgot to clip the end
of Mr. Weatherly's second cigar.

What are you talking about?

The Havana that came with the cognac.

I double -checked all the guests, and
they all left about 10 .20.

According to George, it was right after
that that he took his first sip and

nodded off for three seconds.

But the next thing he remembered was the
phone call from his answering service

at 11 .02.

That's 42 minutes.

Not at all, huh?

It's a pretty healthy snooze. Tell me,
what kind of drug did you put in his

glass? Just for my information.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you
anything.

This is entirely circumstantial.

Not really, Mr. Lassiter.

And once your friend Kurt has told his
story to the police, I'm sure they'll

want to talk to you, too.

It's over, you know.

No more, Colby, please.

If you use your head, Mr. Jones, I won't
have to kill you.

I just want to have you along for a
little extra insurance.

Claire, you drive.

Now, sir, will you please get in?

I don't advise it.

Either of you.

All right, Mr. Jones.

My compliments to you.

Would you please convey my apologies to
George Weatherly?

Get the police.

Yes, sir.