All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s04e05 Honeymoon With Death

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, with
guest stars Leslie Charlson,

Frank Marth, Robert Hogan,

special guest star Tim O 'Connor.

Tonight's episode, Honeymoon with Death.

No one would notice if we slipped out
now. Oh.

Now, how often does the girl get
married?

That's not Russia.

I want to remember this for a long time.

You happy?

What do you think?

I think I'm going to love being married.

I've known Dwight since he was a...

Ooh, this high, Victoria.

And I cannot imagine him coming up with
a prettier bride than you.

Well, thank you, May.

That wedding picture in the paper this
morning was pretty, but nothing compared

to the real thing.

You're a lucky man.

Ain't it the truth?

What'd I tell you?

Is something wrong?

You promised you wouldn't print that
picture.

Picture?

Hey, that's right, yeah.

Well, I didn't.

And I told them not to.

Flora, that wedding picture.

I thought I specifically told you that
it should not be published.

Oh, you really didn't mean that, boss.

Stop being so modest, both of you.

Just consider it a wedding present from
the staff of the Holbein Journal.

Oh, a Los Angeles paper picked it up,
too.

Flora, when I tell you not to do...
Never mind, Dwight.

Let's just go, okay?

Okay, Susan.

Hold it, you two.

Do I, please? Oh, sure. You go on. I'll
be there in a minute.

Something wrong, right?

Oh, no, Sheriff.

Vicki's just anxious to get going.

Have you seen this girl around here?

Yeah, I didn't think you'd be wanting
another interview so soon, especially on

your wedding day.

I thought you'd be on your honeymoon.

What's wrong?

She's gone, Barnaby. My wife.

She drove off right after the wedding.

Are you telling me that your wife drove
off without you?

I know how it sounds.

They're all giving me the horse laugh
back in town, but it is no joke.

She went in to get out of her gown, and
instead she took off in my car.

It has been four hours.

Well, in my day...

They had an expression, I think it was
called, uh, wedding night jitters.

I thought of that, too, but Vicki isn't
an old -fashioned girl in that sense.

You don't have to be old -fashioned to
have second thoughts about marriage

days. But that doesn't explain why she
was so upset about having a picture in

the paper.

You mean that wedding picture you
printed?

She never explained why, but she just
made me promise that it would not be in

the paper. My staff didn't listen and
then ran it anyway.

When did she see the picture?

Just before she took off.

Barnaby, she was scared.

I could see it in her face.

You check everywhere?

Her apartment?

Friends?

She's disappeared completely.

Barnaby, you know I wouldn't bother you
on your vacation unless it was so

important.

Well, I'll tell you what we do. We go
over to your office, and if she hasn't

tried to contact you by now, I'll check
into it for you.

Hold on to your horses, lady. I'm
coming.

I'll fill it up with premium.

Does that phone work?

Yeah, if you got a dime.

Don't worry about being late, though.
Just keep the groom waiting a little.

He'll stay on his toes more afterward.

Then you don't know anything about her.
You never asked her anything about her

family? No.

And when I started to ask, well, she
didn't say so in so many words, but,

I could tell she didn't want me to
question her.

Didn't that make you a little curious?

To tell you the truth, Barnaby, she was
a dream that walked in my office two

months ago, and I've been afraid that
she'd go poof ever since.

Holbein Journal.

Just a moment, operator.

Mr. Kincaid, Victoria, collect.

Well, what are you waiting for? Accept
the charges.

You see, I told you, she got over the
jitters.

Yes, operator, we'll accept.

Oh, Vicki?

Dwight? Oh, Dwight.

We've been worried sick.

Are you okay?

Where are you?

I'm in a phone booth in a gas station.

Dwight, I'm sorry, but maybe I can
explain.

Go on, go on, Vicki.

Operator?

Operator, I've been cut off.

Come on now, Vicki.

I'll scream.

Oh?

And who's going to come running to help
you?

That old man?

You don't really want to see him get
hurt now, do you?

But the people I was talking to, they're
going to be worried about me.

Huh?

Well, what about Mr. Fannin?

Don't you think he's worried about you?
He's worried sick.

Do I worry about me?

Listen now, he's had us looking all over
for you since you took off.

Well, Toby, call him up and let him know
we found her. Then get a car out of

here. Come on.

Her name is Lily Mendicant, Miss Lily.

Operator. Miss Lily?

Yes?

We had a collect call here a little
while ago, and we were cut off.

I wonder if you could give me that
number.

Well, no.

Let me look it up.

It was a collect call.

You should... Let's see.

Yes, I have it right here.

555 -7781.

555 -7781.

Thank you. You're welcome. Where would
that call have come from?

Well, then that would be Hayden's Gas
Station in Packerville. I see. Hayden's

Gas Station in Packerville.

Mr. Fannin?

Mr. Cross? Where is she? When Toby
called, I suggested we rent something in

area, something secluded, so we'd get
what we've come for.

Yeah, I found a place in the hills.

Toby's there with her now.

Did she say anything?

No, sir.

I'm afraid that cooperation's not going
to be one of her middle names.

How did you find her?

There was a picture in one of the L .A.
papers.

I started tracking it down and... What
picture?

Mr. Fannin, Victoria was married this
morning.

You're telling me that fellow wasn't her
bridegroom?

Boy, sure had me fooled.

What kind of looking man was he? Tall
man? Short?

Well, you mean the one that was dressed
in the fancy cowboy outfit.

He had blonde hair. He was kind of tall.
I had to look up to him.

About, I'd say, 40 years old.

In a cowboy outfit?

Barnaby, there was a man dressed like
that back at the hotel.

There was?

During the reception.

He was in the lobby.

He buying a gas?

Yeah, 10, 12 gallons, something like
that.

Are you paying cash or a credit card?
Credit card.

Here's your receipt, sir.

Yeah, you want to see it?

Just a second.

Let's see.

What kind of a car was it?

A station wagon.

That's not it.

Oh, here.

This is the one.

Rail. Looks like Elliott Rail.

Doesn't ring a bell.

License number 965 -PCE.

I'll check this out.

Thank you very much.

Operator.

I'd like to make a collect call to area
code 213.

Barney John's office, ma 'am.

Yes, operator, I'll accept the charges.

Oh, Betty, nice to find you in.

Oh, Barnaby, what's the matter?

Aren't the fish biting?

Well, the fish are biting, and that's
not all.

Don't tell me that you got involved with
something on your vacation.

Would you believe, right smack dab in
the middle of a honeymoon?

Barnaby. Not mine.

I'll tell you about it when I see you.

Betty, I want you to check a license
number, 965 -PCE.

It's a station wagon, a driver's name,
Elliot Rail.

R -A -I -L.

Barnaby, if you have all this, why do
you need me?

Because I need Mr. Rail's address and
anything else you can take up. I'll get

right on it.

Thanks.

Fine. Mr.

Fannin.

Good to see you, sir.

Where's Victoria?

In the upstairs bedroom.

She can't get out.

This way, sir.

Just go around back.

Away she went, like a thief in the
night.

How else was I going to get away from
you?

Well, you could have come to me, said
thanks, but no thanks, and left without

any hard feelings.

I wanted to.

I wanted to say a lot of things, but I
couldn't.

In any way, you never would have let me
go that easily.

Then Pete doesn't become you, my dear.

Even though you are one of the most
sensational women I've ever seen in my

I do let go of things sometimes.

Especially when I'm being clawed and
bitten.

By me?

Oh, I think you have me confused with
one of your other women.

I've never been any good at drawing
blood.

I didn't think I ever gave you reason to
be good at anything like that.

You're good at enjoying life.

Jetting about the world.

tasting every luxury, meeting all the
beautiful people, becoming one of them,

one of the most beautiful of them all.

Come on, Stu.

Save that for some other young starry
-eyed fool.

I've already had your trip to Never
Never Land.

Come off it.

You loved it, every minute of it.

Yes, I did.

Until I discovered I was just a sham, a
fake.

Somebody you used to distract a gullible
ambassador or finance minister while

you were conning them into signing over
half their country's treasury to you.

Business is business.

And dog eats dog.

Only with you, the dogs are eating up
all the wheat that's supposed to feed

starving natives.

And what about those cozy little oil
deals and all the rest that you made me

part of?

My, my, my, my, my, my.

First conceit and now conscience.

But not so much conscience that you
didn't figure a way to do a little

down on your own, eh?

What shaking down?

How does this Dwight Hicktown newspaper
publisher figure into all of this

anyway? Are you by any chance planning
to help this husband of yours become

famous? Dwight has nothing to do with
us. Now you leave him out of it.

Stuart Fannin exposed as a crook.

Is that how you...

Picture the headlines to read?

Headlines? What are you talking about?

All right.

All right.

The book.

What book?

You are cute, aren't you?

My financial ledger.

Last year's figures.

The real ones.

Where is it?

Stuart, I didn't take any book.

You have the key.

You had access in my truck.

It disappeared the same night you did.
What if that's supposed to be a

coincidence?

I'm waiting.

Yes, sirree. Interesting station wagon,
eh? I can let you have this little fella

really cheap. Mr., uh...

Jones. Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

Private investigator? Have there been
complaints?

Look, whatever it is, we can send.

No, no, nothing like that. I'm trying to
track down a driver of this car.

I'm interested in the man who rented
this wagon.

His name is Rail?

Ah, yes, Mr. Rail, yes. Mr. Rail brought
this wagon back. Oh, it's been a couple

of hours now.

Insufficient for his needs, he
transferred the rental to another car.

Another car?

Oh, a big luxury job.

He wanted one with a built -in bar. I
couldn't help him there.

Did he leave an address?

Yes, sir. Yes, he did. He was staying at
the Holbein Hotel, but along with his

fancy car, he wanted to get himself a
fancy new address. He's out at the

Place. The Grover Place. Where would I
find that?

Oh, well, now, that's Route 24.

That'd be the third right, then all the
way to the end. It's the last driveway

on the left. You can't miss it.

Much obliged.

Mr. Jones, as long as you're in town,
maybe you'd like to rent this nifty

sports job here. You know, private
investigator.

You gotta think of your image.

You know something?

I gave up images a long time ago.

Along with my trench coat.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for Elliot Rail.

That's right.

What for?

He wouldn't be Mr. Rail, would you? I
hear that he likes to wear fancy Western

clothes like you're wearing.

Well, what's this all about?

I understand you got into a car with a
lady named Victoria Kincaid in a gas

station in Packerville.

Oh? Now, where'd you get that?

What's the problem, Elliot?

How can I help you, Mr... Jones.

Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

I'm trying to locate a Victoria Kincaid.
And your name?

Cross. Edward Cross.

Kincaid. Isn't that the woman you
mentioned before?

Go on. Don't be modest.

Tell the man what a good Samaritan you
are.

Oh, well, I promised that I wouldn't say
anything.

She was running away from her husband,
didn't you say?

Called her wedding a big mistake. That's
right. That's right. She was very, very

upset. When Toby and I drove into the
gas station, she asked us if we were

her way.

Toby? Oh, he's an associate of mine.

Oh.

Toby drove her car?

That's right.

Then we switched back about, oh, it must
have been an hour.

She said she was feeling much, much
better.

And she drove away in her own car?

That's right.

Last time I saw her, she was headed down
395, hugging that speed limit.

$3 .95. That would take her to San
Bernardino.

And then after that?

Well, for that, you'll have to trace her
through San Bernardino, won't you?

Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Rayl and I
have some business to attend to.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Thank you for your help.

How's it going, Barnaby?

You find the missing bride yet?

She ought to be past San Bernardino by
now.

Or, uh, what do you know about the
Grover place?

The Grover place?

Yeah, Route 24.

It's up off the road to Packerville.
What about it?

Uh, it'd be pretty expensive to rent,
wouldn't it?

Well, not if you're working off your
second gold mine.

Or somebody else's.

You talking about someone in particular?

Rail. Elliot Rail.

Name me that thing?

No.

Who is he?

I don't know.

Who would he have had to contact to rent
that place?

Bryce Logan.

He'd be the real estate agent.

You want me to ask him?

Yeah. You know, the funny thing about
this case, it gets more and more

expensive.

An ordinary station wagon turns into a
luxury sedan.

A hotel room turns into the Grover
place.

Have you heard of anyone very, very rich
blowing into town lately?

No.

Except one of my deputies, Bud Spencer,
says he saw some VIPs land today in a

helicopter.

Who were they?

I don't know exactly.

He said the chopper had a name on the
side.

You want to get me Bud Spencer and his
home, please?

You find anything?

Nothing.

Look, check in there again. It's got to
be here someplace.

Why? Just because she was going to move
in with this guy, that doesn't mean

she'd bring it in with her.

She's probably got it locked away
someplace.

We'll talk about it later.

Okay.

Don't move Who are you

drop it

Let's get out of here

You

yeah What

I'll be right there white Kincaid's been
shot

What do you make of it?

I'd say somebody was looking for
something.

Cleaning him out, I'd say.

Whoever did the cleaning didn't sweep
too well, or why would they have left

this?

Probably they were just getting started
when he walked in on them. Just getting

started with all this mess?

Well, then what were they looking for?

That's a good question.

Ah, Mackie, Mackie, Mackie.

It's too bad that couldn't have been
avoided.

What if he lived?

Can he identify you?

No. No way.

It was dark in there. He never got a
real look.

All right.

You didn't find anything?

Nothing.

I don't think she ever hid it there.

Cross.

Ask Victoria if she'll have a drink with
me.

In private.

Yes, sir.

want to see you what if i don't want to
see him vicky please you really are the

perfect flunky aren't you ed what do you
expect me to be do you want me to lose

my job give up the time and work i put
in i didn't take anything when i left

it's not me you've got to convince can't
you talk to him i've tried vicky i

really have he's waiting

You used to like the way I made old
fashions.

Would this be kind to Victoria
Treatment?

Please.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

You used to like a lot of things that I
did.

Well, I was young then.

What girl that age wouldn't?

You were rich, powerful, a doer.

A little good -looking.

Yes.

And I was fresh off the campus, full of
dreams.

I opened a few doors for you.

I showed you some rooms that you never
knew existed.

I never thought life could be so
fantastically exciting.

You remember the first time I took you
to New York?

I don't think we ever slept. All the
parties, people I had only read about.

I was happy then.

Indeed, I was.

You were, too.

That was then.

Well, nothing's changed.

I'm married.

You had a ceremony.

Ceremonies can be annulled. If you want
them annulled.

I love him.

Can't you understand that?

All right.

If you give me back my ledger, I'll
leave you to your Hicktown newspaper

Why can't you believe me?

You want money.

Is that it?

Why do you think everything has a price?

Because it does.

How much?

If I told you, would you let me go, no
strings attached?

Just tell me where it is and you've got
it.

In Dwight's house in Holbein.

Exactly where in the house?

Well, take me there. I'll show you.

I said where.

In Dwight's study in his desk. I'll get
it for you.

You must think I'm a fool.

Cross!

Did you really think that I wouldn't
have that house searched by now?

I'm turning her over for Toby, for real.

I'm tired of waiting. I want some
answers.

Ready? What are you doing here?

I couldn't reach at the motel last
night. I had all this fabulous research

I did on the medicine. I mean, you did
ask for it. I see.

Anything to get out of the office?

What are you doing here?

Dwight Kincaid was shot last night.

Dr. Monroe?

Yes?

Anything new on Dwight Kincaid?

Not yet, I'm afraid. It's really too
early to tell, especially after all

on the operating table.

I was hoping you'd have better news for
me than that.

Well, he is holding his own.

That's not the worst thing in the world
at a time like this.

Now, will you excuse me?

He shot him.

We don't know.

What do you got on the medicine company?

Well, first of all, it's a subsidiary of
Helper Corporation.

One of the Fannin enterprises.

Stuart Fannin? Stuart Fannin.

That could explain a lot of things. Mr.

Rayhill, for instance.

And another one.

Well, what do you know about that?

Fannin's private secretary, Victoria
Norris?

Then.

Nowadays, she is Mrs. Dwight Kincaid.

No wonder she got so upset when he
printed her picture.

Do you think that's who she's running
from, Stuart Fannin?

No, Betty.

I think it's Stuart Fannin, his founder.

I wish you'd let the sheriff in on this
now.

I think I better get a little more
information before I do something

embarrass everybody.

All right, but if you're not back here
in 20 minutes, I'm going to bring the

sheriff back up here with or without
your approval.

In 20 minutes, you'll have it.

Mr. Jones, wasn't it? Yeah.

I was under the impression that we'd
answered all your questions.

Well, this time I thought I'd like to
talk to Mr. Fannin himself.

Who?

Stuart Fannin, the man you work for.

Look, Mr. Jones, I don't see... Don't
dig yourself a hole you can't get out

You're apparently a very good detective,
Mr. Jones.

I'm Stuart Fanon.

Would you like to come in?

Yes, I'd like to talk to you about...
About my secretary, Victoria, of course.

Next time we need a detective in Los
Angeles, we call this man.

Victoria, this is Mr. Jones.

How do you do?

Sit down, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Jones, didn't Dwight do an interview
with you just a couple of days ago?

Yes, and then he hired me to find you.

Yes, I suppose I should have contacted
him again to tell him the truth.

What is the truth?

The truth is I married Dwight, or had a
ceremony.

Well, Mr. Fannin and I have rather
explosive tempers.

And we had said some very unkind things
to each other two months ago.

Am I making any sense?

You're saying you married Dwight to hurt
Mr. Fannin?

Yes.

And before I knew it, there was my
picture in that paper.

Could you imagine me in that small town
for the rest of my life? Hardly.

Dwight could.

Yes, I know.

And that's why I tried to call him from
the gas station to tell him.

But you hung up, or were you
disconnected?

Oh, no, no.

I just wasn't ready to talk to him.

To tell him about you and Mr. Fannin?

Mr. Jones, do you know what Holbein is
like? It's a... It's wonderland. It's

odd.

Well, sooner or later, you have to go
back to reality, to things you're used

New York penthouses, private jets.

Mr. Jones, I'm... I'm sorry about
Dwight. I'll... Contact him and

call him.

I hope he'll forgive me. If he recovers.

There are lots of other women, and he's
a very attractive man.

I didn't mean recover from you, Mrs.
Kincaid.

I meant recovering from a bullet
somebody put into him last night.

Are you all right?

Oh, yes, I fell last night.

Well, was it serious? Will he be all
right?

They don't know yet. It's still touch
and go.

This is really very unfair of you, Mr.
Jones, bringing this up right now, just

when Victoria has felt relieved about
her choices.

I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. I'll... I
hope he'll be all right.

As we all are, of course.

And now, if there's nothing further...

Well, I guess we don't have anything
further to talk about thank you very

for your frankness anyway, it's man, mr.

Jones

You

were really quite good I would hate to
have Toby shoot that man

I was just about to go for the sheriff.

I think that might not be a bad idea.

There's something going on back up
there, isn't there?

I don't know.

According to our young runaway bride...
You saw her?

Yeah, we had quite a talk.

The problem is to decide how much she
means and how much they were forcing her

to tell me.

Forcing you?

In front of you? How?

Betty, when I told her about Dwight, the
look in her eyes, she still loved him.

Barnaby, you're not going back up there,
are you?

Her eyes didn't lie to me, Betty.

Fannin is holding her against her will.

The time has come when we've got to
start thinking about her life.

All right, Stuart Fannin is a ruthless
businessman, but he certainly wouldn't

kill her, would he?

She ran away once.

He went to great effort to bring her
back.

And he obviously doesn't want to let her
go.

That doesn't explain searching Dwight's
place or putting a bullet in him.

Victoria has something that Fannin
wants.

Barnaby, I'll be back in a half an hour
with the sheriff.

I mean, it's not necessary for you to
put yourself on the line.

All right, relax.

It'll take me half that long to circle
back through the trees.

Here. All right.

Can

I

come in?

If Fannin doesn't know I'm here, Vicki,
I came on my own.

It's gone way too far already. God only
knows where it's going to stop.

I've never seen him like this. There's
no telling what he'll do next.

After last night, killing me is about
the only thing left.

That's what I mean.

If he does go off the deep end, that
makes me an accessory.

And that's where I draw the line.

I'm getting you out of here before it's
too late.

Was Rail out there and Toby?

Toby's out front.

I'll leave the door unlocked.

You go when I get Rail out of sight.

Meet me at the garage.

Ed, thank you.

Just the man I wanted to see. And where
you been? Up there with her? Why?

Mr. Fannin's been looking for you.

Well, tell him I've been talking with
her five, ten minutes more. I think

about to tell us.

We'll take your car down the back road.
I think we can make it. Well, what about

you when Stuart finds out what you've
done?

He won't find out.

I'll be back before he knows you're
gone.

I saw that. Why did he do it?

Why did he run you down?

Book. What book?

Fanon's.

Ledger.

What are you going to do when they find
out about Rail?

Don't worry about it.

You're not doing this to help me, are
you?

Of course I knew you didn't take the
book.

How could you take it when I took it?

You took it?

Well, you know how it is working for an
unpredictable employer like Fannin.

I needed insurance, an edge.

Something to hold over him if he ever
tried to fire me.

And all this time you let them think I
had it.

Well, you just had the bad luck to leave
the night I took it.

Now you've escaped, killed Rail, and
disappeared.

They'll find your car here.

But this time the bad pennies never
gonna turn up again

End

the line Victoria

Bye.

Is that a scoop or is that a scoop?

And when the Justice Department gets
through with his ledger, he'll be lucky

he gets out in time to see the new
century roll around.

You know, this could be Pulitzer Prize
stuff.

Look what you do with the front page.

Fannin exposed up here, balanced down
here by a picture of Fannin talking to

of his henchmen. And over here... And
personal secretary.

That was the official title.

There was a lot more to it than that.
It's all there.

You didn't have to.

Yes, I did.

When we go, you can read it and tell me
what you want to do.

I've read it, and I know what to do.

Well, folks, if you'll excuse me,
there's a lake full of fish out here

reel and I have been neglecting.

Barnaby, do you remember the Dichter
murder case?

Yes.

Well, you had said that you were coming
back into town tonight, so when they

called, I agreed to a meeting at 7.

You do.

Well, folks, see you next trout season.