All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s03e13 Last Contract

Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen,
also starring Lee

Merriweather, with guest stars Peter
Strauss, Jeffrey

Duell, Darlene Carr, Norman

Alden.

Tonight's episode, The Last Contract.

Hey, you know, you spilled us on
purpose.

The woman I marry has to learn to stay
on her toes. Oh, well, that's not

where I landed.

When I'm an old married man, I'm going
to try that.

Uh -huh.

But not today. You promised me lunch,
remember?

Oh, come on. I need the rest.

You know, it's an old saying, you should
never trust the body of anyone over 30.

Oh, then maybe I better find myself a
new fiancé.

Never.

I tell you what.

You go on and order the hot dogs, and
I'll take the bike back to the rental

place, and I'll meet you up there.

Okay. But I warn you, I'm not a woman to
be kept waiting.

Go ahead.

I'll see you on the green.

Is this your ball, Mr. Furman?

Oh, thanks.

Do I know you?

No.

But we do have a mutual business
interest.

What are you doing?

Unescorted ladies should be more
careful. Clay, you're incorrigible.

Big word.

Big hot dog.

Hey, look. Why is everyone running to
the golf course?

I don't know.

Maybe somebody hit a hole in one.

Uh, Vicki left Seattle over two months
ago. Since then, I... I haven't heard a

word from her.

I can't tell you how worried I am about
her.

You know how children are today.

Yes, twice as smart and four times as
sophisticated as we were when we were

children. But I have to say this, Mrs.
Singer. If your daughter is 19, she's no

longer a child.

Well, I'm not trying to force her to
come back home.

I just want to talk to her.

I'm afraid I haven't been a very good
mother.

Looking back at it, her home life must
have been unbearable.

Well, I must see her, Mr. Jones.

What makes you think she's in Los
Angeles?

Well, she ran off with one of her
girlfriends, Cheryl Moore.

Cheryl's mother received this card
yesterday.

It's postmarked Los Angeles.

Having lots of fun?

No need to worry about me.

Doesn't sound like much to be concerned
about.

You mind if I keep this?

Cheryl was looking for fun, Mr. Jones.

Vicki wasn't.

Vicki was looking for love.

Well, I can't imagine a more dangerous
search.

Or a more rewarding one, if she's lucky.

Well, we won't trust to luck, Mrs.
Singer.

I'll see what I can find out.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

Okay, Lester?

Time you give Vicki a lesson on how to
handle the Wakefield grocery budget.

Aren't you going with us?

Do you mind? I have to see someone. I'll
join you in a few minutes.

Okay.

But if Lester and I run off together,
you have no one to blame but yourself.

Come on, you two. I shock easily.

Is something wrong, Lester?

Nothing's wrong.

You really don't like me, do you?

Of course I like you.

You're my brother's girlfriend, aren't
you?

But I'm going to be his wife.

It would be nice if his brother
approved.

Is it really important?

It is to me.

You're the only family Clay had.

What is it? Is it something I've done?

You haven't done anything.

It's just that Clay has sacrificed a lot
in getting me raised and through

school. Now, finally, he has a chance to
move up in his career.

There's a lot of opportunities for a
salesman who can move where the action

And you think I'd be in the way?

I guess I just always figured that one
day Clay and I would be working

Lester, I'd never interfere with that.

I think it's wonderful the feeling you
two have for each other.

I suppose I'm sounding like the jealous
little brother.

No.

You sound like someone who feels the
same way I do about Clay Wakefield.

Come on, little brother. Let's go get
the grub.

You're all late.

Say, you did a nice job on Furman. Very
smooth.

Nobody would ever suspect a contract hit
on a golf course.

It worked.

Where's the rest of my money?

Oh, come on, baby. That kind of dough
takes time.

I didn't think you'd get to him that
quickly.

When?

Today, too, maybe.

I'd never welch on you, Clay.

As a matter of fact, I have a new
contract for you.

I'm taking a leave of absence.

A permanent one.

Now, wait a minute, pal. You take a few
days off. That's fine. You deserve it.

But you understand, with my people,
nobody walks out. Forget it, Timmer. I'm

through. Look, I have obligations.

You're my main man.

I have to meet a deadline.

It's not my problem.

Help you?

I'm looking for an attendant.

That's me, sir. Only we're called
service consultants.

Been quite a switch since the last time
I had my oil change.

Fill her up.

Are you Cheryl Moore?

I'm Barnaby Jones, private investigator.

How did you find me?

Well, you can't get a job these days
without leaving some sort of a record.

Who sent you? Don't tell me my parents
want me back.

I wouldn't know anything about that,
Cheryl. I'm looking for Vicki Singer.

I understand the two of you came down
here from Seattle?

I don't think I have to talk to you
except on business.

All right.

Why don't you start by filling it with
regular and then check under the hood.

Check the battery.

I think all the tires need some air. Be
sure and check the spare.

Oh, I think the fan belt's loose.

Okay, Mr. Jones, you win.

I haven't seen Vicki in weeks.

And I don't want to, ever.

Mind telling me why?

She stole a guy from me.

How'd that happen?

Well, we hit L .A. about six weeks ago.

One thing we were sure we didn't want
was a job pounding a typewriter or

tables. So we tried a lot of things.

that job folder, we decided to try Las
Vegas.

We were hitchhiking on the Sunset Strip
and a fellow in this big car picked us

up. He looked like he was right out of
the movies.

He get you this job?

No, he just suggested it.

Honestly, working a service station
didn't sound bad.

I thought I'd get discovered within the
week.

All I got was blisters.

And Vicki got the handsome stranger.

You guessed it.

And she hasn't had to work a day since.

I say it's unfair.

Unfair. That's what my aunt used to call
it when somebody else took advantage of

something you overlooked.

Sour grapes, huh?

Yeah, my uncle ate a lot of them.

There was one thing I didn't find out.
The young man's name?

Clay Wakefield.

Wakefield. W -A -K -E -F -I -E -L -D.

That's right.

Look, I'm sorry about giving you such a
hard time at the beginning, Mr. Jones,

but when you said you were a
detective... One of the hazards of the

Oh, uh, you happen to know where I could
find Clay Wakefield?

The Elder Auto Answering Service can
tell you. Like I said, I never found

I'll bet you the next time you set your
cap for a young man, you will.

Thanks, Cheryl.

Bye. Bye.

There is something indecent about a
woman who toasts her elopement with

Well, I said you should marry an older
woman, a woman of mystery.

You're mystery enough for me.

Any woman who turns down a honeymoon in
Acapulco. Not Mexico or Europe or any

place. When we get back from Las Vegas,
I want to go directly to our own home

and be all to ourselves.

You haven't even seen it yet.

I love all the surprises about you.

You better be more careful.

You haven't known me that long.

Could be I'm a wife -beater.

Then I'll rehabilitate you.

I love you, Clay.

Pardon me. Thought you'd already be at
the airport.

Oh, it's all right, Les.

We were just leaving.

Give me a minute to get ready.

You

know,

I never thought you'd go through with
it.

Oh, I'm full of surprises, little
brother.

Hey, we'll be back in the morning.

You mind clearing out the rest of my
things and moving them over to the

No, that's cool.

Hang on to this for me, will you? I
can't take it out of plane with me.

What's bothering you, Lester?

You're the top man in the business. How
can you just go and quit?

It's easy.

Vicky, she's the best thing that ever
happened to me.

Never gonna be the same, is it?

Well, I hope not.

There comes a time people should stop
running.

Do you know how many aliases I've used
in the last five years?

There were moments I forgot who I really
was.

Yeah, but you were going to teach me.

We were going to work as a team, weren't
we?

That was your plan.

There's no reason we can't, but
something legitimate.

Look, I've got enough to give us a great
start. Come on, we'll talk about it in

the morning.

Ready. Okay, come on, before I change my
mind.

Don't I get to kiss the bride?

Of course, what are brothers for?

Hey, save those for the bridegroom.

We'll see you in the morning at the new
place.

Goodbye. Yes?

This is Timmer. I want to talk to Clay.

Clay's not here. This is Lester.

Where is he? I gotta get in touch with
him.

He just left for Vegas.

Vegas? What?

Look, you tell your brother he's in a
lot of trouble. There was a detective at

my place looking for him.

Detective?

That's right, a detective. Big tall guy
with gray hair. His name is Jones.

Look, if anything goes wrong, it's only
a step away from Clay to me. You

understand? So you get word to him right
away. I want to get rid of this

detective.

Well, I can't until tomorrow, Mr.
Timmer.

He just went to get married.

Married?

What is he trying to do to me? What is
this?

Oh.

So that's why he's been wanting to quit,
right?

Well, don't worry, Mr. Timmer.

If that detective comes over here, I'll
take care of him.

You think you can handle it, kid?

I mean, your brother says you aren't
ready yet.

I'm ready.

Just give me a chance.

Okay, you got your chance with Jones.

But if you want to work for me... Can
you wrap this thing up clean, tight, and

final? You can count on it, Mr. Timmer.

What do you think, you like it?

Oh, Clay, it's lovely.

It's exactly what I dreamed of.

Well, it needs a little fixing up. Clay,
it's my first house.

Thank you.

Hey, hey, hold on.

It's not such a big deal.

Yes, it is.

You've made me so happy.

Well, there is nothing I like doing
better than making Mrs.

Wakefield happy.

Lester.

Well, tell him to come on up. He's being
silly.

Oh, you know what?

Okay, look, I won't be but a minute.

Okay, listen, I'm going to change my
clothes, and then I'm going to get right

down to work. There's so many things I
want to do. Okay.

What

are

you doing, Dad?

I don't want it true.

Here. Wedding present.

Hey, it's alive.

Cats are supposed to bring luck.

And I couldn't think of anything else to
get you. Oh, it's great.

Vicki will love it.

Come on, you gotta give it to her
yourself.

No. There's something else.

Timmer called just after you left.

Yeah?

A detective named Jones. Been nosing
around this place looking for you.

You see what it was about?

I didn't know.

But he wants it taken care of before it
involves him.

No, he does.

But he never gives up.

Clay, if you don't want to handle it,
Timur says to let me try.

Like I said, he never gives up.

He figures if he can't pressure me with
that detective story, then he's going to

use you. Clay, I can do it. Look, I
didn't risk my neck all these years so

could get killed trying to prove what a
big man you are.

I'm good. You said so yourself. And I
told you before, it takes more than

good with a gun.

Take the kitten up to Vicky.

Where are you going?

Out to Timmer's house. If he calls
again, you tell him to meet me there

money he owes me.

The Wakefields are no longer in
business.

What do I tell Vicky?

Tell her... Tell her I have to see a
client.

He's a she.

Oh, well, I can't hold her now. Why
don't you take her up to the house and

her some milk? I have a small surprise
for Clay.

Something tells me there's been a
wedding.

Congratulations. Something tells you
correctly.

This is a surprise for my husband, but
I'm afraid you've missed him.

Well, that's all right. I'd rather talk
to you.

If your maiden name was Vicki Singer?

It was, but I prefer my new one.

Well, I can well understand that, Mrs.

Wakefield. My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm
a private investigator.

Oh.

I was hoping my mother had given up by
now.

Well, you know how mothers are, stubborn
and very unreasonable about their

children. Oh, excuse me, now that you're
married, there's a good chance that you

may become one one of these days.

Point made, Mr. Jones.

But I really have no wish to see my
mother.

You know, that's exactly the same reason
she gave for feeling that she ought to

have a talk with you.

Mr. Jones, I'm married now.

I have a whole new life.

Well, I'm sure she respects that and
wouldn't want to spoil it.

All she wants to do is apologize.

She thinks she can just wash it all away
with an apology?

From the time I was a little girl, I
swore I wouldn't stay home a moment past

the day I was able to get away from her.

You ever think about how she was
feeling?

I'm not looking for revenge.

I just want to love someone and have
them love me.

Well, your mother wants a telephone call
from you.

She's staying at the Ingersoll Hotel.

Is that too much to ask?

All right, I'll call her.

Promise?

Ricky!

Telephone!

Would you excuse me a minute?

Well, I think we've covered everything.

Good luck, Ms. Wakefield. Thank you.

It's Jones, isn't it?

Is that right, Cleo?

Barnaby Jones, yes.

What'd you tell him?

He came to speak to me. Let go.

What did he want?

I don't think you'd be interested.

Now take your hands off me.

You're lying. He wanted to know about
Clay, didn't he?

Clay? Of course not. He just... I said
don't lie to me.

Timmer told me all about him.

He's a detective.

Who's Timmer?

Lester, I'm not lying.

What are you afraid of? How does this
involve Clay?

He's coming up here.

He knows something.

You told him about Clay, didn't you?

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

I'm going to call Clay.

It's too late.

I'll have to handle this myself.

No! Stay in there till I tell you to
come out.

Ms.

Wakefield!

Mr. Jones!

What are you doing coming around here?
Don't you know better than that?

sees you here, you could blow
everything. I spent half the day looking

All right, don't get me wrong. I'm glad
you decided to come back to work. No,

listen to me. I want to get some things
straight. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let's just don't talk out here. Come on
inside. We don't need to advertise.

I would have had your money to you
sooner, but Lester said you were out of

when I called.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

The money, it's all there, just like we
figured. Not the money, the phone call.

Look, I told you that we were through.

And that goes for my brother, too.

Hey, look, the kid propositioned me for
a job.

Oh, yeah. I suppose he came up with the
cock and bull story about a detective

following me.

No, I thought I'd do us both a favor.

My people don't want trouble any more
than you do.

Zimmer, those little pressure games
don't work with me.

Games? What kind of games? The detective
was here.

What kind of detective?

I don't know.

But I thought you'd know how to take
care of it.

Hello.

Yeah. It's for you. It's Lester.

When is it, Lester?

Clay, Vicki's been shot.

What? That detective, Barnaby Jones, he
shot Vicki.

Now, I tried to stop him, but he shot
her.

I tried to get him, Clay.

I did.

What are you talking about?

Where are you?

I'm at the Palm Oasis Motor Court, East
End of Sunset, Room 9C. You just stay

there. You understand?

You wait for me.

Hey, what is it?

Well, we've got our men covering all the
hospitals in case they show up there

and communications is getting reports to
the outlying communities in case they

decide to cut and run.

What about doctor's offices?

I've ordered all gunshot reports sent to
my office immediately.

Well, what do you think?

There's a like as two peas in a pod.

Nine millimeter peas, that is.

It was the caliber the first set is
checking it against the bullet from that

golf course murder.

Nine millimeters are not as common as
popcorn, you know.

There is no doubt in my mind that the
gun that was fired at me is the one that

was used to kill Don Thurman.

The question is, where did it take us?

Well, we're running a check now on all
nine millimeters other officers may have

on their files.

I should have some word pretty soon.

Harvey, I saw Mrs. Singer.

She seems to be taking it as well as can
be expected.

Thanks, Betty. I'll call her later.

Still no word on Vicki.

No.

All we can do now is just wait.

Look, Barnaby, you can't go on blaming
yourself in this. You had no way of

knowing there was any risk to that girl.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

I'll keep telling myself that.

I'll call you the minute we get some.

Barnaby! Hold up a second.

We struck pay dirt with that slug. Three
affirmatives on 9mm gunshot deaths, and

my guess is there'll be more coming.

How so? Well, two of them were confirmed
contract hits.

An informant fingered this guy.
Authorities picked him up in Miami, but

couldn't hold him. Clay Farley Walden.
Also known as Carl Wainwright, Cleet

Washington. You pick any name you like.
He's used them all.

Clay Wakefield.

That doesn't sound like such a far
reach.

Walden also has a brother.

Lester Thomas Walden. Lester.

What is it?

That's the name Vicki called out just
before she took the slug that was meant

for me.

Police are still looking for the
whereabouts of Vicki Singer, a young

woman wounded in a shootout this morning
on Rice Canyon Road.

Turn that off.

They'll be looking for us next. You know
that, don't you?

Okay, Lester, I want to hear it again.

All of it. Exactly how it happened.

Well, it came so fast, I didn't know
what was happening.

This Detective Jones drove up and starts
asking Vicki all sorts of questions.

What kind of questions?

Well, I don't know.

But Vicki didn't tell him nothing.

So then he starts slapping her around.

I tried to stop him. He pulls a gun.

She gets in the middle and he shot her.

Call an ambulance.

We can't do that, Clay.

I thought I could treat her myself, but
it's no use.

And the cops will have a description at
every hospital and doctor's office in

town. Well, I can't let her just die.

Look at her.

She's on her way out anyway.

Shut up.

Don't you ever say that again.

Now we're going to try the hospitals
ourselves.

Get moving.

All right, Clay.

Mr. Jones, I didn't expect to see you
back so soon.

Did you find Vicki?

As a matter of fact, we did. Miss Moore,
this is Lieutenant Biddle. He has a

picture he'd like to show you.

Do you know this man?

Sure, it's Clay Wakefield.

definitely the young man that Vicki was
involved with?

I couldn't forget him.

If you'd been here a little while
earlier, you could have seen him

He was in with Mr. Timmer.

Oh, you better check out back. There's
Mr. Timmer.

Hold on, Mr. Timmer.

Timmer?

What is this?

Police officers.

I'd like to ask you a couple of
questions.

Like, why are you in such a hurry?

Okay, everything looks okay.

Oh, you can't count on that? You gotta
check everything out.

You never made a move like that before.

You want me to look around?

No, I'll go with you.

I know how you feel about Vicki, but
there's nothing you can do.

There has to be. There has to be. Maybe
I can find a doctor.

What, and have him report a gunshot
wound?

We wouldn't make it out of the office.
Don't you understand? I can't just leave

her like this.

Come on.

You're not deserting her. She's dying.

The last thing she'd want is something
to happen to you because of her.

Especially if there's no chance.

The guy who should pay for this is that
detective.

He's the one responsible.

He will.

Give me your gun.

If she's going to die, she's not going
to die alone.

What was that detective's name?

Jones. Barnaby Jones.

Okay.

Bundy. Hello.

Jones has left to Wakefield.

I've got Vicki with me.

Is she all right?

For the moment.

But she needs a doctor bad.

Now listen. I'll tell you what. No, no,
you listen.

I can't take her to a hospital. They're
covered.

My chances wouldn't be worth a plug
nickel.

Tell me what you want me to do.

I'm glad you get the drift.

Now, if you don't want Vicki to die, you
meet me.

And I'll turn her over to you. That's
wasting a lot of time. What's the

hospital to where you are?

I'll have the police stay clear. They'll
cooperate.

We do it my way or there's no deal.

Where do you want me to meet you?

You drive up Valley Canyon.

And I'll have her in a car parked on the
west bank of the reservoir.

Be there in half an hour.

And Jones, no tricks, understand?

Any better?

No.

Okay. I've got Jones on a platter for
you.

You agreed?

Since I was only witness when he gunned
Vicky.

Guess he wants to nail me.

When? Half an hour in his hours.

Clay, it's good.

He'll be driving in from the west. We
can set him up in a crossfire.

No.

I want him alone.

Barnaby, please don't do this. He has
already tried to kill you once.

If Vicki has any chance at all, I've got
to try.

Barnaby. I know, Betty. I'll be careful.
Now, remember, not one word of this to

anyone.

Hi, Betty.

Well, where's Barnaby?

Oh, he just left a few minutes ago.

Well, I thought he might like to know
Timmer opened up. He tried to cop a

He definitely brokered the contract on
Thurman with our friend Wakefield.

What's the matter?

Betty, where is Barnaby?

I may be making a big mistake, but I...
Barnaby went down to the reservoir at

Valley Canyon to deal with Wakefield's
brother to get Vicki to a hospital.

Jones?

Get rid of your gun.

I got no tricks, Wakefield. I'm just
here to get Vicky.

You give me a hand, help me get her into
my car?

No?

Her pulse is very weak.

We waste time arguing, she could die
right here.

You should have worried about that
before you shot her.

You got your facts a little mixed up,
Wakefield.

Vicki took a slug and it was meant for
me.

Ask your brother.

It won't work, Jones.

Clay knows you shot her.

When they take that bullet out of her,
they'll find it's a 9mm. I use a .38.

for yourself.

Lester?

Clay could have changed guns.

He's lying. Can't you see?

Use your head, Wakefield.

If I'd shot Vicky, I wouldn't be here
now trying to save her life.

It's the last place I'd come to.

9mm.

You used my gun.

Clay, it happened just like I told you.

I don't know what he told you. The
important thing is to get Vicki out of

now. She's still got a chance.

You once thought enough of her to put
these rings on her finger.

Help him get Vicki in his car.

Then we're going to settle this.

Clay, you can't take his word over mine.

I'm your brother.

Sure.

The little boy with the big gun.

I should have known you were lying.

Now do what I tell you.

No, Clay.

It's gonna be like we said.

He dies, you hear me?

He dies!

Lester!

I was better than you.

You still finished fecking, little
brother.

So do you, Wakefield. Drop the gun.

She may still have a chance.

Vicki?

May I come in?

Just thought I'd drop by and see how it
feels to be off the critical list.

All right, I guess.

I wish I knew how to thank you for all
you've done.

Maybe you can.

I've got a friend I'd like you to see.

Your mother hasn't left the hospital
since they brought you here.

I have something here I think belongs to
you.

compliments, Mr. Jones. I confess those
two had me worried for a moment. Me too.

You think Vicki will ever get over Clay
Wakefield?

No.

But she'll learn to live with it.