All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s03e18 Image Of Evil

Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

With guest stars Tom Skerritt, Dennis
Cole,

Sharon Spellman.

Special guest star Audra Lindley.

Tonight's episode, Image of Evil.

There is no escape.

Can't you see that?

Can you run away from the wind?

Can you hide from the night?

Please, please don't make me go back
there. This is your place for death.

Going back is the, the, uh, can't be,
uh...

How many more takes are you going to
need?

No mush is a disaster.

All right, cut it out.

Honey, that was just what I... Thanks a
lot.

Darren, I'm sorry. I blew it again.

Look, Don, don't worry about it, okay?
It's going to work out just fine. I feel

so guilty.

I know how you fought to use me, and
I... Hey, look, now wait a minute, wait

minute. I wasn't fighting for your sake.
I was fighting for my sake.

Now just give it time. That quality you
have in your old pictures, it's going to

come through.

Remember, you're working with a better
director than you've ever worked with

before, okay?

Hey, Darren?

Yeah? If you want, I can make the right
part of the cliff for the long shot.

We're beginning to lose our light, pal.

No point in shooting anymore. Bob?

Yeah? Wrap it up.

Okay, you heard the man.

Wrap it up.

All right, people. It's been a long,
hard day at work.

And I think what we could all use is a
good dinner in town, okay?

Right. Got a deal. As long as the
conversation on the menu is not about

business.

How about you, Dad?

No. No, thanks. I think I'd better stay
here in my trailer tonight.

Study my lines.

Okay.

Well, I'll pick you up at the hotel at
eight.

You wear something nice and sexy to keep
the locals thrilled.

Okay. I'll see you there.

Today puts us exactly two weeks behind
schedule. Darren, there is no way we can

avoid going over budget.

It's not just the budget, Phil.

That old Lush is a disaster. He's
ruining my picture.

What can we do?

I don't know. I just don't know.

Okay, guys, load it up.

Don't touch that.

I thought the cops were supposed to keep
you ghouls from the press out.

I'm not a newspaper man.

I'm a private investigator, Barnaby
Jones, California Meridian Insurance,

me out here to take a look around.

I see.

I'm Bob Totcher, first assistant
director.

Glad to know you.

I understand that the fire started in a
paint shed, explosion.

Yeah, about 10 o 'clock, boom.

Where was Mr. Chambers when it happened?

He was right here in his trailer.

He must have run out to see what was
going on.

Never knew what hit him.

Tragedy. I must have seen 50 of his
pictures.

Is this where he was when they found
him?

Yeah, the only thing that's been moved
is this lift gate.

See, Chambers must have bumped into the
relief lever here and got hit when it

fell on him.

It's worse mess than last night.

Yeah, Carl, it is.

Uh, Barnaby Jones, Carl Mitchell.

Oh.

Uh, Carl was Mr. Chambers' stunt double.

He also was a big help with the fire
last night.

I see.

No hero or anything.

Just that I stopped off for a few beers
with some of the other stuntmen and

stopped by here.

Uh, of course, I am the one that found
Mr. Chambers.

Well, uh, shouldn't you be taking that
down for your newspaper, Mr. Jones?

Mr. Jones isn't a reporter.

He's a private eye.

Oh.

You know, Bob, we don't have to lose
that much time on the film.

I mean, I can do all the action
sequences and long shots until Darren

new start.

Yeah, Carl.

You know, in makeup, I look enough like
Chambers that, well, we could finish the

whole picture.

It's been done before.

Yeah, Carl, never try to con an old A
.D., huh?

Why don't you save that for Darren
Addison?

He's the producer, the director.

He'll pick the new lead.

Sounds like a man I should talk to.

Yeah, that's right.

Excuse me, Mr. Jones. I've got some work
to do.

Thank you very much, Mr. Tucker.

Mr. Mitchell.

These lights.

Were they on when you found Mr.

Chambers' body?

Yeah. With the light from the fire, the
whole place was pretty well lit up.

Well, with all this light...

It seemed odd that he would run into a
truck where he shouldn't have had any

trouble missing.

Well, uh, we found an empty bottle of
scotch in Chambers' trailer.

Wouldn't be the first time he was drunk.

Wouldn't be the first time that odds
lost out to circumstances either,

it doesn't happen too often.

You saying it wasn't an accident?

Well, Mr. Chambers' life was insured for
a million dollars and a movie for much

more than that.

Pretty expensive circumstances.

Where would I find Darren Addison?

He's at the castle.

The castle?

Mr. Jones, I'm Darren Addison. Hi.

You met my assistant, Miss Jacob.

Yes, she did her best to make me feel at
home as much as you can feel at home in

a place like this.

Yeah. Well, I thought the gothic
atmosphere would go with the film, so I

it.

Two years ago when you made that
Western, did you live on a ranch?

Well, that was my first job as a
director. You saw that?

Yeah, it was a good picture.

Nice uplifting story.

I understand you've gone a little way
out since then.

One of those fellows that does
everything.

What do they call him?

Autour.

I think that's the word.

I never could understand a man who could
write, direct, produce.

Mr. Jones, the sooner we settle this
claim, the sooner I can get back to my

thing.

Yeah, well, I'm not an insurance
adjuster. I'm an investigator.

Now, that's funny. I never would have
cast you in that role.

Then I never would have had an
investigator in the scene. There's no

here, is there?

No, just a few little questions to clear
up.

There's been some rumors back in L .A.

Rumors? And my daughter -in -law, Betty,
reads the gossip columns. And a couple

of weeks ago, she read some rumor about
there being trouble on the picture.

Well, John...

Rumors are what Hollywood's all about.
Some good, some bad. Who's in, who

In the long run, it's performance that
counts.

Yes, well, uh, insurance people are
paying me for a little performance, so,

uh, could I ask you where you were last
night?

Oh, we, uh, we all went to dinner at the
Regency Inn. Uh, that's, uh, Darren

and, uh, Bob Tarcher, Faye Winston, and
I.

Thank you.

Um, mind if I kind of poke around the
location?

Oh, great, yeah.

Uh, fill, uh, clear with Bob, will you?
Oh, sure.

Mr. Jones, you know he'd be right for
another role?

Country editor.

You ever think of that?

You know, some of the others thought I
was a newspaper man, too.

In my line of business, it's the other
people who make the headlines.

Can I talk to you?

Some other time.

Look, I know what happened last night.

Chambers' death was no accident. You
were there.

I was at dinner. Everyone saw me.

Listen, I know how you feel about what
the old man was doing to the picture.

But don't worry. I don't plan to tell
anyone.

What do you want, Mitchell?

Just a chance to show you what I can do.

Chambers' part.

Get out of the way. I'll drive right
over you. Come on.

All right. I'll...

Except to tell the sheriff what I know.
Betcha. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You really want the job that bad that
you would try to blackmail me for it?

That's a crazy bluff. You know that,
don't you?

But all good actors are crazy.

All right, we'll test you today.

But you better be another Olivier.

What are you doing out here with all
that work back at the office?

Well, I thought you might need a little
help, so I whizzed through the bills

this morning and I brought your stuff
back to the car.

Came out to see the stars.

Did not.

Are there any around?

Have you found anything?

Just this.

What used to be a cigarette lighter.

Well, couldn't anyone have dropped this?

I wouldn't have thought too much about
it except for this.

I'm sorry about it. With all this heady
atmosphere, it's keeping me from

thinking.

Does the charred padlock mean?

Not only charred, it's unlocked.

I found it over there by what used to be
the paint shed.

The gentleman over there, one of the
painters, said that he locked up the

before he left there.

Well, has the local fire department
started an arson investigation?

Up to now, there's been no need for it.

Come on, I'll introduce you to the first
A .D., the system director.

Mr. Tarcher?

Mr. Jones?

Kind of busy. I've got a screen test to
set up.

Oh, well, this is kind of important.

Do you have the key to the paint shed?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Is there another key for this lock?

Yeah, I think so.

Now you've got a duplicate in here.

The duplicate's gone.

Well, thank you, Mr. Torture.

You've been a big help.

You know, these Hollywood people know
all the camera angles, but there's one

angle here I think they overlooked.

Barnaby, I'm sorry. I still don't
understand.

There's Chambers' trailer.

Over there is where they had the fire.

Now, let's say that I am inside.

And I want to come out and see what all
the commotion's about.

And I've had a few drinks.

You stand clear.

Coffee.

All right. All right, buddy.

Now, you see what I had to go through
just to hit the lever.

That's only half the problem.

Having hit the lever, how did I arrange
to get under the lift gate before it

fell?

You think someone else released the
lever?

If somebody set the fire as a diversion
to get Chambers out of the trailer.

No, I can't go with you!

Come, my darling, to sleep.

To sleep your last peaceful sleep.

But why does it have to be like this?

Because I'm a dream.

Your dream.

And dreams inevitably give.

Oh, Crow, you were fantastic.

I'm so happy for you. You were really
great.

Darren! Hey, Darren, what do you think?

Darren, you've got yourself a find.

Bob, get that film in the studio right
away. I want that man's name in a

contract tonight.

Thank you, guys.

Come on, Carl.

Was it right?

Was it what you wanted?

You did your thing, Carl. You can be
proud of it.

No, really, Darren.

Come on, Carl.

We have all sorts of details to work
out. Do you have an agent?

No, I don't. Oh, it's really wonderful.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Mr. Addison?

Yeah.

I'd like you to meet... Oh, your
daughter -in -law, the one who reads

columns. How do you do?

It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Addison.

Oh, this is all quite a treat for me,
but I must admit I didn't expect to see

the birth of a star.

Well, it's not the birth that counts,
it's the maturity.

And Carl's talent won't have that until
I bring it out of him.

Mr. Jones, did you find the answer to
your rumors yet?

Well, it could be more than rumors.

I may have found a murder.

Oh, come on, Jones, really?

All the murders are in a script.

I know, but the happenings surrounding
the death of Mr.

Chambers could be just as clever.

What time was it you said that you and
your friends had dinner?

Mr. Jones, you may not be a newspaper
man, but you're making me wish you were.

How's that?

Well, you see, I still am not speaking
to them. It's a pleasure meeting you.

How did you like it?

How'd you do it?

How'd you get the test?

Your success story.

Right place at the right time. Oh, come
on, Carl.

When we first got down here, you tried
working on me and struck out.

How'd you reach Darren?

I told Darren I saw him kill Chambers.

What? It's a plain old -fashioned bluff.

Saw a little, said a lot.

Carl, you're sick.

Am I?

Then why'd he touch me?

Because he's scared.

I'm a good poker player, Phil.

Ask your brilliant boss what he was
doing out here last night. Go ahead.

He did it, Phil.

Yeah, sure, I waited on the Hollywood
people last night.

Let's see, there was Miss Winston and...

Darren Addison, Miss Girl Friday.

Oh, and that Karcher fella.

Miss Winston has a suite here, you know.

Oh, I didn't know.

Oh, you have a good memory.

How long did the dinner last?

Oh, they're very sophisticated people.

Before dinner drinks, after dinner
drinks, wine.

They must have been here for three
hours.

I don't know, sometime after 11.

Anybody leave early?

You know, I had a lot of people to
serve.

You've got to hustle if you want to make
a buck.

You know what I mean.

Funny thing about these Hollywood
people.

Small tippers.

Like I should be so happy serving them,
who needs money?

I take it you didn't like them.

Well, let's say that when they talk to
you, you ain't really there.

Too busy waiting for the phone to ring.

The phone?

Yeah, that Addison guy. He must have
been born with one in his hand.

Big man.

He took some calls?

All evening.

Sent the veal back because it got cold.

Like it was my fault.

You got any idea how long it takes a hot
plate to get cold?

Where did he take the calls?

Out there.

Acted like it was some kind of a skid
row joint when I told him we don't have

table hookups.

Well, I guess a man with connections
gets used to them.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You know, I don't know why they call it
Hollywood.

According to Switchboard, most of those
calls came from Beverly Hills.

Or Burbank.

Yes, Miss Harmon, as Mr.

Jones is doing an investigation on the
cause of death, he thought that if it

possible to pin down the rumors about
the picture, it might help.

Well, I do believe you've piqued my
interest.

With all this investigating going on,
maybe I'd better get up there myself

tomorrow.

But the information.

Now, I promise you, when we all get
together, we'll have a very interesting

chat.

I look forward to it.

That gossip columnist here, does she
have anything to tell us?

Mm -hmm.

She said I piqued her interest.

She's coming up here tomorrow
personally.

Piqued?

Look, I'm not one to go running the
contract, Ross, but I do have creative

control, and I want Mitchell for the
film.

Well, at least consider him, will you,
Ross?

Ross?

Let me guess.

He's interesting, but not right for the
lead. Was that Ross's line?

I've been reading those books about old
mogul.

Then I promised him if Debbie died make
it a list of Availables for me to pick

up and if you don't want any of them.
Well, there's no picture It's gonna be

tough on Mitchell Do you want me to talk
to him? No, no, no, I'll talk to him

Why don't you go up get some sleep? I
gotta think this thing through

Darren about Mitchell

I'm so used to turning people down, I'll
have them... Mile in by morning, how's

that, huh?

I

don't

believe it.

The studio couldn't have turned me down.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Oh, no, you're going to do more than
just be sorry, Darren. You're going to

me that part.

Uh, look, Mitchell, you're not listening
to me. I tried. I've done all I

possibly could. Not quite all, Darren.

You haven't gone to prison yet.

And you will if you don't figure a way.
I don't think there are going to be

other pictures of the part.

Now, you got my word, all right?

So did Chambers.

You want me to tell that Mr.

Jones just how you kept it?

Uh, don't talk nonsense.

Nonsense?

Is that why you're sweating?

You want me to describe it for you,
Darren?

Or maybe I should, uh... Act out just
how you started the fire, worked the

gate.

You know, it is kind of funny.

The great Darren Addison in prison.

Hey, Darren.

I know.

You could always start a little theater
group.

Something on your mind, Mr. Jones?

Oh, poor Carl.

All right, let's get him out of here.

How stupid.

How really, very stupid.

You should have known better.

Known better about what, Mr. Anderson?

Oh, actors, they're over -emotional,
like children.

I should have made sure someone stayed
with him last night.

Did you see Mr.

Mitchell last night?

Well, no, I talked to him on the
telephone. I told him the studio refused

for the lead.

You called him? What time?

11, but he called me.

Good. The switchboard ought to be able
to confirm that.

Help fix the time of death.

Oh, I don't think so.

Carl called from a pay phone, didn't he,
Darren?

Yeah, he was too nervous.

I shouldn't have told him.

You were with Mr. Addison when he
received the call?

Yeah, we were working very late on the
script last night.

Look, you mustn't blame yourself,
Darren.

You were very gentle with Carl.

Well, I guess we'd better go.

Sheriff, if there's anything at all I
can do to help, please don't hesitate to

call.

I have to go, too.

Expecting a very important gift.

Oh, well, have a nice day, Mr. Jones.
Thank you, Sheriff. If I do, you'll be

first to know.

I don't know how to play it, Phil.

In that case, just say thanks.

You lied for me. Why?

If they put you away for murder, where
does that leave me?

Murder? You can't believe that, Phil.

You're a fine director, Darren.

But let's face it.

You're not much of an actor.

Carl told me he was blackmailing you.

The sad part is, if you'd taken me into
your confidence, I could have told you

he was bluffing.

That was all an act?

Carl was truly a fine actor.

As good as you're going to have to be if
you want to keep them from nailing you.

Will you help me?

Yeah.

But you'll have to cooperate and let me
work everything out.

Okay, it's all yours.

Now, how did you get into that paint
shed?

With a key from the production trailer.

You still have it? Yeah.

Good.

That's all we need.

You've always been here taking care of
me, haven't you?

Well, I didn't even know.

You've always loved me, haven't you?

And you've always known it.

Barnaby, I don't understand.

You don't mind my calling you Barnaby,
do you?

I mean, it's just so much more on team.

But anyway, I don't understand why I've
never seen you in L .A.

Well, Miss Harmon, maybe we move in
different circles.

Call me Iris, please.

Do you know, I've never met anyone like
you. I really, I've never met anyone so,

well, so people.

Miss Harmon.

And that's a compliment coming from me,
believe me. Any of my readers can tell

you that, because you just don't meet
very many real people in Hollywood.

that right, Betty? Betty. And she's
absolutely right, Barnabas.

Well, in that case, thank you, Miss
Harmon.

Iris.

But weren't we going to talk about some
other people?

Well, according to my sources, the
trouble on this film went a lot...

than the late Mr. Chambers.

It's true, he was, uh, well, he was in
terrible shape and getting worse every

day, but he was also having a really bad
effect on the enfant terrible.

What kind of an effect?

Well, he was shaking Darren's
confidence.

Not that it couldn't use a little
shaking, but that doesn't help the

film very much, does it?

And from what I hear, Image of Evil is a
bomb.

A bomb?

They tell me that the studio bosses
absolutely loathe the dailies.

That's the film footage that they shoot
every day, you know?

Anyway, they tell me that before Mr.

Chambers' death, they were seriously
considering firing not only him, but

Addison as well.

Does Mr. Addison know that?

Well, he should. I mean, the rumor mill
works both ways, you know?

Just how serious is that to be fired
from this one picture?

Oh, darling, for Darren, it's a
disaster.

I mean, this is his first big -budget
film. Now, if he blows this one, he'll

probably never get a big production
again.

It's a pretty powerful incentive to make
some changes, don't you think, Barnum?

Yeah, well, now he'll be able to make
all the changes he wants to.

Well, I mean, after the insurance
company pays off the studio.

you'll be able to start all over again
from scratch. That's interesting.

It's very interesting, Miss Harmon.

Iris, remember?

Iris.

Oh, Barnaby, you haven't heard anything
yet.

I have the most delicious, nasty little
stories to tell you.

Sorry, ma 'am, but you can't go in
there.

Oh, well, I just wanted to pick up
Carl's copy of the script.

It's studio property. Sorry, ma 'am, but
the room's sealed until after the

investigation's over.

You've got to keep it locked.

Oh.

Well, I guess you have your job to do.

Same as I do.

Weren't you directing traffic while we
were shooting near town the other day?

Yeah, yeah, I was.

Nice of you to notice. Well, that's part
of my job, too.

Noticing an interesting face for a
movie.

Deputy, what did you say your name was?

Bright. Deputy Jack Bright. Oh, now,
Jack, tell me the truth now.

Can you ride a horse?

Sure.

Well, because you know we're going to
need a new stuntman, right?

I do say you can make good money at
that.

Couldn't be any more dangerous than
being an officer of the law.

Come on, Jack, let's get the stuff out
of here.

Uh, well, Sheriff, I don't understand.

We'll be going through Mr. and Mrs.
Belong. The best place to do that is

headquarters. Come on, let's get it.

I'm going to check the bed.

All clear.

Can I at least have the script?

Sorry, ma 'am.

You did it? Walk in the fire.

That clenches it all right, Mr. Jones.

Mitchell had the key to the paint shack
all right.

Does this mean you've come around to my
way of thinking?

Well, I'm willing to accept the fact
that the paint shack was broken into and

maybe even that Chambers was murdered,
but the way I see it...

Mitchell killed Chambers because he
wanted the part.

That's what they call showbiz, isn't it?

It doesn't seem logical that he'd work
so hard to get ahead and then kill

himself so soon. Yeah, but he didn't get
the part.

Found out it was all for nothing.

Thank you.

What kind of a knot would you call this?

Oh, come on, Jones. It's a slipknot, of
course.

Corners' report said that Mitchell had a
tattoo on his arm, USN.

Seems to me any sailor would know at
least six knots would be more efficient

than this one.

I checked Mitchell's insurance records,
Sheriff.

He was in the Navy for three years.

You mean to say you think Mitchell was
murdered, too?

Maybe.

I could just explain how this key got in
his wallet.

That room was sealed off.

My man wouldn't let anybody get past
him.

Only person who tried was that gal who's
been hanging around with Addison.

Phyllis Schaefer? Uh -huh.

May I use your phone?

Yeah, go right ahead.

We can pick her up if you want to talk
to her.

No, not yet.

Sometimes the best results don't come
from the lever that you've got, but who

you select to pull it.

Sharon, I know what a pain the press is
to you.

Especially my kind of friend. Well,
Iris, you keep coming around to that

gossip and we could become the best of
friends.

Your information is accurate, right?

Well, it comes right from the horse's
mouth.

According to Barnaby Jones, his
investigation is over.

Both he and the sheriff agree that
Chambers was murdered by Carl Mitchell?

That's the official word.

Well, good luck, Darren.

And don't forget, An exclusive interview
the minute you get back to L .A.

Phyllis, dear, would you show me the way
to my car?

Of course, Miss Harmon.

This way.

Thanks, Phyllis.

You know, dear, I'm really very
impressed with you.

I, uh...

I think you're taking this awfully well.

You're very strong, young lady.

Strong? What am I being strong about?

Oh, darling, I'm sorry.

Well, I thought you and Darren had made
the decision together.

Wait, uh, what decision are you talking
about?

Well, the decision to take the studio
pressure off Darren by... Oh, look,

One of my most reliable sources just
called to tell me that Darren had spoken

the studio this afternoon and he had
agreed that you were to be taken off the

payroll.

I don't know who's going to replace you
as his assistant.

Maybe that pretty little script girl
they tell me you have.

Oh, well, bright girl like you, I'm sure
you'll find something else.

be, you better be right.

We'll soon know, Miss Harmon.

You've been a big help.

Iris, don't forget you owe me a dinner.

If you don't call me, I'll call you.

That's nonsense, Phil. Why would I fire
you? Because you're the great Darren

Addison. Because you're still so full of
yourself, you don't understand that you

still need me. Look, I know a good thing
when I have it, and you're the best

thing that ever happened to me, Phil.

No, Darren, babe.

Don't pull that phony tanda with me.
I've seen what a good liar you are.

I'm not a liar, not with you. You can't
help it, but you are.

Darren, what did you think?

That because I love you, I'd go along
with whatever you want?

Of course.

I'm warning you, Darren.

I'll blow this sky high if you force me.

your precious coattails and I wait.

For what?

For you to love me?

For a job?

Darren, we both know about rumors.

Why would anybody start this one unless
it's true?

I don't know, Phyllis. I don't know.
Believe me.

I would have done anything you asked.

All I wanted in return was to be along
for the ride.

What are you thinking, about killing me?

No.

I'm just going to turn you into the
police.

No, not if I take that gun from you.

You're not a killer, remember? I am.

You couldn't have killed Chambers and
Mitchell.

And you can't kill me.

He's right, Miss Schaefer.

I've heard enough. It's all over.

I lied for Darren, Mr. Jones.

I figured you did. Give me the gun.

Improvise, Phil.

I'm good at that. Come on, move. All
right,

come on, up those steps now.

Come on, Lola!

I want to feel sorry about your fall
from the balcony, but I'll choreograph

nicely. You disappoint me, Mr. Addison.

I expected a much more dramatic staging
of a moment like this from you.

It'll be dramatic.

He'll try to prevent Phyllis from taking
your own life after the bad news.

You look like you two are struggling
over the gun.

Speaking of guns, Mr. Jones, where's
yours?

You're trapped, Mr. Jones. Throw your
gun out.

Get an ambulance.