All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s04e07 Flight To Danger

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Meriwether.

With guest stars Shelley Fabre, Carl
Franklin,

special guest star Bo Hopkins.

Tonight's episode, Flight to Danger.

Rachel, hi.

Susan, hi.

Did you fall in a hole or something?
Your flight's been down over 20 minutes.

Oh, I had some chips to deliver. They
were picked up in Manila.

I've been playing mother hen to three
little milk guzzlers for the last 17

hours. And loving every minute, I bet.
You know me and kids.

How come you're in uniform?

I thought you had a few more days off.
Oh, that's why I was hoping to see you

before I took off. They tell you the
apartment is yours for the rest of the

week. I finally got a flight to the
Orient, Hong Kong. Oh, that's terrific.

Is it permanent?

No, no, only a standby. Monica Finley
got sick, so I'm taking her place.

Well, it's nothing to cry on your beer
about.

At least it'll give you a leg up on a
permanent flight assignment to the

I certainly hope so.

Where's Mark? Didn't he take the flight
back with you?

Does Jane go without Tarzan?

No, he's still in the customs line. He
has to get his baggage through.

Keith, aren't you going to wait for Mark
to drive you home?

No way.

Our relationship will be a lot better if
I spend my time in a lovely bubble bath

while he spends his in that custom line.

Have a nice flight, Susan. See you
Sunday.

Mark?

No, I'm sorry. You got the wrong number.

Rich Hey,

I thought you'd be ready by now Did you
get

through customs all right? Mm -hmm

And I am so glad you didn't wait for me
because it took me over an hour.

Mark, I... What is it?

Nothing.

I'll be ready in a minute.

Hey, listen, before we have dinner, I
thought we'd go over to Santa Monica and

take a look at that house I was telling
you about.

That big backyard.

Move for a lot of little tiny kids
little grungeons running all over

Looks

like you had a little accident all those
business trips you took to Manila

Always making sure you got my flight.

I thought it was because you loved me.

Hey, I do love you, baby.

Oh, don't baby me, Mark. Not anymore.

It's heroin, isn't it?

Hey, where'd you get that from? Don't
jive me, Mark.

You've been using me to run heroin
through customs in my makeup kit,

you? Honest, baby, I don't know what
you're talking about. Mark! Let's cool

man.

No sense in having a debate over this.

Rachel?

Sweetheart, you just discovered a goal
of mine. So you just might as well calm

down and enjoy it.

Figures. I knew you were bad news the
day Mark first brought you around.

Bad attitude. Get out of here.

Both of you, get out.

Rachel, listen.

There's a lot of money in this.

I mean, money.

Listen, you make a couple more rounds to
Manila for her.

And you could come out of this with, oh,
let's say a nice round $25 ,000. Now,

think about that.

Mark, don't you know what you're doing?

Don't you know what this junk means?

All right.

I told you that we would offer her a
piece if she found out. Now, didn't I

that?

All right, she found out, and it didn't
work.

Rachel, listen.

Come in with her, okay?

Please. Mark.

You used me.

And now you want me in with you?

Go pill your poison someplace else. Will
you hold her?

Wait, wait, Kim, listen. What? What?

Kim, let's just give her a chance to
think it over. Now, she'll come around.

You'll see, man. Are you kidding me?

This chick, she knows our business, man.

We'll let her live. We're dead, you know
that?

Dead. No, man, no, she ain't gonna say
nothing. She won't say nothing.

Will you relax?

Just relax.

It's going to be a nice, easy trip.

In fact, you might even enjoy it.

Wow, look at you, Pop.

Rachel ain't been dead a week, and here
you are busting your back for the man

again. Why can't you understand, son?

I can't just sit around the house doing
nothing.

Mr. Jones.

Mark.

I didn't expect to see you back here for
a few days.

Well, you remember my son, Bobby.

Sure. Hello, Bobby.

We all know how much your sister meant
to you.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? After oink sorry is a pig's
favorite word after he done chopped you

into little bitty pieces.

Bobby!

It's hit the boy pretty hard, Mr. Jones.

It'll pass.

Anger doesn't hide pain for long.

Well, I want to talk with you about some
business.

Some business?

Well, I'd like to hire you to find out
how Rachel really died.

Come on in.

Barnaby?

You know, those interviews only get...
Oh, good morning, Mort.

Good morning, Betty.

I'm sorry I didn't get a chance at the
cemetery to thank you and Mr. Jones for

coming. And for all those pretty
flowers.

She was a lovely girl.

She was a good girl, too, Betty.

And all those things the newspaper said
about her were lies.

They only printed what the autopsy
report said.

Yeah. Overdose of heroin.

Yeah.

Now they even got her own brother
believing his sister turned her into a

You saw the way Bobby is.

Rachel tried to teach him what was
right.

Tried to keep him off the streets.

Now he's got nothing to believe in
anymore.

We know how you feel, Moore.

Then help me prove that all those things
they said about it was lies.

Okay, Moore, I'll look into it.

Well, I got a little money set aside, so
whatever it costs.

Don't worry about money.

For a girl like Rachel, the flowers we
gave, they're not enough.

Up, up, careful, sweetheart. Don't spill
any of that.

You'll get a fine for polluting the
harbor.

About time you got here.

You know, you picked one heck of a time
to have a party.

Tintin is a killer, old buddy.

A killer.

Relax.

It's been over a week.

Can't grieve over Rachel Feather, can
we?

We?

You know, you're just a little bit too
cool for me, brother. One of us has to

be.

Oh, hey, look, Mark.

Cheer up.

Hey, dig, man. I just completed that
last shipment to the dealers for one

quarter of one million green bananas.

That's top dollar, man.

That is top dollar.

Yeah, you stick with me and we'll be
playing hide -and -go -seek with those

Tahitian princesses inside a month.

Might even buy this tub and sail over.

I mean, that is top dollar, man!

Why don't we get out right now? I mean,
we got enough money.

Enough?

We got two more kilos waiting on us in
Manila.

And those dealers are drooling, baby.

Drooling. Kenny, what good are two kilos
gonna do us if we ain't got nobody to

run them through customs? I mean, Rachel
is dead, remember?

Hey, no sweat.

We just had to find us another pigeon
who flies them another run.

That's why I invited so many
stewardesses.

Perfect setup. They take it through. No
hassles, no risk.

Barbie Jones?

Oh, yes. You were at Rachel's funeral.

Yes. I'm an investigator. Mr. Rogers
hired me to look into the circumstances

surrounding the death of your roommate.

Oh. Well, I'm certainly glad to hear
that.

Won't you please... Julie.

Something wrong with your foot?

You look like a filly that just threw a
shoe.

Well, it seems that I've stepped on some
glass.

Oh. Let's see if I can help you.

Oh.

Right there?

Yes. Yes, that's it.

Well, let me see what we can do about
that.

Please be careful.

I am a coward.

Well, we make allowances for pretty
coward.

Oh.

Feel better? Oh, yes. Wonderful. Thank
you.

There it is.

It's like a little piece of mirror.

Yes.

It's like another piece over here.

Oh, thank goodness I didn't step on
that.

Could be a souvenir from the firm you
work for, GIA.

It's Global International, all right.

Oh, excuse me, just a second, please.
Sure.

Oh, thank goodness it wasn't broken.

I guess it was Rachel's mirror that
broke.

Did all the stewardesses at GIA get
identical makeup kits?

Yes, uh -huh.

Rachel's father picked hers up with the
rest of her things.

Funny, you know, I've never been
superstitious about broken mirrors

Well, it wasn't bad luck that killed
Rachel. It was heroin.

I know, but... Well, that's what's so
hard for me to understand.

Rachel was really straight arrow, Mr.
Jones. With a vengeance.

She didn't even believe in taking an
aspirin. Any reason why she may have

changed her style?

When something like this happens, a lot
of things cross your mind.

Any trouble that you may have heard
about?

Only with passengers who think a free
pass comes with a free drink.

Boyfriend? Yes.

It's a steady. Mark Siegert. Very nice
man.

There was even talk of marriage.

Where do I find him?

Well, I understand his business partner
is giving a birthday party for him.

Trying to cheer him up, I guess.

If you like, I'll take you there and
introduce you to him.

I don't think a party is exactly the
kind of setting that I'd like to ask him

these questions.

Where does he work?

It's Ken Marr Novelty, I think.

I'm sure it's in the phone book.

I'll find it.

And Susan, it would be very helpful if
you could supply me with a list of

Rachel's friends who might be able to
give me some information about her.

Surely.

Patty Swenson?

Linda McMurray.

Hello, Mark.

How you doing, Susan? Okay.

How's the party going?

All right.

That empty feeling doesn't go away very
easily, does it?

Hey, Susan.

Hi, Ken.

Hey.

Where you been?

Around. Well, you got to come on aboard.

Every studious in town's here.

We're going to have a convention and
elect my studious of America.

And I got a feeling you're going to win
hand in hand.

Well, thank you. But I really just came
to deliver this present to Mark. Happy

birthday. Oh, thank you, Susan.

You two been wearing sackcloth and ashes
long enough?

Well, I mean, you know how Rachel Lowe
part is, and she wouldn't mind one

bit if we toasted a drink in her memory.

Yeah, maybe another time.

Mark, a man came by to see me today,
Barnaby Jones.

He's a private detective that Rachel's
father has hired to check into her

Wait a minute, what?

Well, instead of check, I mean, she
OD'd, didn't she? And the police

him. Well, I guess the jury is still out
as far as Jones is concerned.

Anyway, I think he'll be by to see you.

Oh, uh, come on, Susan. One little
drink, huh?

No, really, I can't. I'm restricted. I'm
flying the Pacific tomorrow.

Pacific?

Rachel's flight.

Oh, to Manila?

Yeah. Ironic, isn't it? I've been trying
to get that flight for six months so

that Rachel and I could be together.

I finally got the assignment, and now
she's gone.

Well, at least you won't be flying
alone.

Just so happens I'm flying to Manila
tomorrow, so I've got some unfinished

business. You are?

That's really a coincidence, isn't it?

You've got to get lucky sometimes.

Tell you what.

You wear a smile, and I'll help chase
the blues away, okay?

Well, we'll give it a try.

Bye -bye. Bye.

See you tomorrow.

Hey, listen.

With the detective snooping around, we'd
better find another way to run those

last two kilos through.

Are you kidding?

This is terrific, man.

Couldn't be better.

Happy birthday.

Bobby, your father, huh?

What do you want?

Hey, look, man, my sister tripped
herself dead.

Now, ain't nothing gonna change that.

So why don't you just split?

Just leave us alone.

Just leave us whole black folks alone.

Bobby, I know how much you love your
sister and how much you'd like to know

really happened.

Hey, man, I know what happened.

I know.

She tried to be white.

When she found out the man don't like
pepper coming on like salt, she just

herself up and just throwed it away.
That's a lie.

That's a damn dirty lie you tell about
your sister.

Say it.

Yeah, sure, Pop.

It's a lie.

Come on in, Von.

You know, Barnaby, before Edith passed
away, she made me and Rachel promise to

keep Bobby off the streets.

To teach him what was right.

Now it seems like I've lost both of
them. I think one sure way of losing

would be to give up on him. You ready to
do that?

No.

You're right.

Thing is, I was always too busy.

Either grieving over losing Edith or...

worrying about making ends meet.

I guess I left too much of it to bring
it up to Rachel.

Now that he needs my help, I... I just
don't know how to give it.

Sometimes the first step in solving a
problem is to find out what it is.

You found something out?

It isn't so much what I found out as
what I didn't find.

It's a connection.

Connection?

You mean where Rachel is supposed to
have gotten the stuff?

If she got it.

I would say that a girl like Rachel
wouldn't get it off some back -alley

but I'm a connection.

Rachel didn't take it herself, Barnaby.

Her friends know anything?

Not the ones I talk to.

I'm on my way over now to talk to a Mark
Siegert, a boyfriend.

I never met him.

Maybe he might know something.

I'd have found you picked up Rachel's
things.

Was there an address book among them?

Why don't I bring it out here and we'll
look at it?

Nothing in here.

Hey, here's something.

Tokyo, Manila.

Hong Kong?

I'll give this to Betty, see if she can
check out some of these people.

Connection might be hidden in here
somewhere.

Rachel have two makeup kits like this?

No, just this one.

Why?

Well, this mirror isn't broken.

I don't understand.

Well, her roommate said that she thought
it was.

What?

May I borrow this?

Sure, go ahead.

Don't worry, Mr. Bracken. I'll see this
order's filled in plenty of time for the

holiday season.

Thanks again.

That's, uh, Philippine mahogany. Fine.
In fact, my partner's in Manila right

trying to get some more pieces. It's
going so fast.

Extensive? Eighty -three dollars a
dozen. Ten percent discount by the

I'm afraid my secretary desk isn't big
enough to handle the gross.

We only deal wholesale, sir.

I take it you're not a buyer.

No, I'm a detective.

Barnaby June.

I didn't mean to just barge in on you
this way, but you're pretty hard to get

the phone.

Yeah, I heard you've been asking around
about Rachel.

Sorry if I've been avoiding you. It's
just that her dying that way has got me

all racked up.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I hate to probe into sore wounds, but
her father's hurting, too.

So is everybody else who loved her.

What do you want to know?

I understand that you were on several of
Rachel's flights to the Orient.

Travel's part of my business. I simply
made it a point to reserve on Rachel's

flights. On any of these trips, did you
notice anything unusual?

Unusual? I'm trying to determine how a
girl like Rachel could get a hold of

heroin.

Yeah, that's something I can't figure
out either, Mr. Jones.

I guarantee you one thing. She never
connected with no junkie on none of the

trips we took together.

Then you were with her a great deal of
the time.

All the time.

I mean, we were so close, we might as
well have been married.

We were gonna be married, too.

I'm sorry.

These names mean anything to you?

Paul D.

Dawson?

Fred Hammersfield?

Hammersfield, yeah, he's a co -pilot for
Global Airlines.

And, uh, Dawson, that, uh, sounds like a
navigator Rachel introduced me to once.

Why? These names are from Rachel's
address book.

I'm checking on her contacts in town,
and my secretary's checking on those

overseas. One more thing.

When they found Rachel, she'd apparently
been preparing to go out for the

evening.

You weren't her date, were you?

No. No, I was busy checking in a new
shipment.

She's probably going out with one of her
girlfriends that night.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Siegert.

I'll be checking with you.

I'm Mr. Jones.

You find whoever it was that turned
Rachel on.

I just want five minutes with him.

Ken, I can't tell you how glad I am you
had business in Manila.

Your being along on the flight made it
much easier for me.

Noah!

Oh, for me too, Susan.

Maybe we can go out and have dinner
later, huh?

Yes. Yes, maybe we will.

I won't be but a minute. I just had to
put some papers in my briefcase.

That's okay. Take your time.

Fact is, I enjoyed it so much, I'm going
to arrange my schedule where we can do

it again.

That is, you know, mine.

I think that would be terrific.

Good.

Good morning, Betty.

And have I got a good morning for you.

From Rachel's address, please.

The name Ho Kwan.

Ho Kwan.

A restaurant.

Manila. A restaurant and a restaurateur.

As you can see there, the Narcotics
Bureau has Mr. Kwan listed as a known

source, starting about eight years ago.

Moved to Manila two years ago after
numerous arrests for narcotic violations

Hong Kong, Philippine Connection, maybe.

Do you really think that that's what
it's all about, Barnaby? Narcotic

smuggling? That's where a lot of it
comes from, the Far East.

But the Bureau has Mr. Kwan clean from
the time he arrived in Manila.

Which could mean one of two things,
Betty. Either he has seen the light and

straight, or he has found an infallible
way of getting heroin through customs.

Rachel. A bottle of perfume in a purse,
maybe, but heroin... I don't think she

would knowingly bring it into the
country.

Then how?

That is the puzzle.

I have a hunch.

But the pieces of the puzzle are
connected with the pieces of a mirror

found over at Rachel's apartment.

Susan was doing yesterday, right?

Um, Global Flight 106, Manila.

Give her a call. Tell her I'm on my way
over.

Yes, Ho Kwan's in Manila. It's a
marvelous restaurant.

Friend and I stopped there for dinner
before the flight back home.

You mind telling me the friend's name?

Ken Morley, Mark's business partner.

You know, if Ken weren't in the import
business, he would make the most

marvelous travel guide.

He really knows all of those
interesting, out -of -the -way places.

While you were in the restaurant, did
you meet Mr. Kwan?

Oh, yes. He and Ken seem to know each
other quite well.

Mr. Jones, you didn't come all the way
over here to ask me about my trip.

Does this have anything to do with
Rachel?

Oh, right now, I feel kind of like a
fisherman pulling in a tugging line.

I just don't know what I'm going to come
up with. What did Ken and Mr. Kwan talk

about? Old times, mostly.

About when Ken and Mark first met Mr.
Kwan during the Vietnam War.

Can you talk about business?

No.

Well, it wasn't business, exactly.

What was it?

Apparently, Ken collects foreign coins,
and he paid Mr. Kwan for some rare

Philippine pesos he had found for him.
Did you see any of the coins?

No. No, they stepped into Mr. Kwan's
office for them, and then Ken took them

to the car and put them in the luggage.

Oh, he had his luggage with him?

Yes. Yes, we both did.

Locked in the trunk. As I said, we were
on our way to the airport.

Then your makeup case was in the car,
too?

Yes. I wonder if I could borrow your
makeup case.

I'll bring you back a brand new one.

I can't imagine what you're up to, Mr.
Jones, but if you think taking it will

help in any way... Well, it might.

Okay, it's in the bedroom. I'll go get
it. Thank you, Susan.

Well, thank you very much, Susan, and it
was nice talking to you. Nice talking

to you, too, Mr. Jones.

Bye -bye. Bye.

Well, the Manila police double -checked
Ho Kwan.

Nothing. Did you have any better luck?

Absolutely none.

No secret compartments in Rachel or
Susan's makeup kit.

No trace of heroin?

Not so much as a fortune cookie crumb.

What now?

I don't know.

I'm sure I'm right about Sigurd and
Morley.

Especially when they're hooked up with a
man like Ho Kwan.

Barnaby.

What about three kids?

That's possible, isn't it?

They could have moved the heroin through
customs by switching these kids with a

false bottom.

Then what do you do with the third kid?

Look mighty suspicious going through
customs with two complete makeup kits

to get them back to L .A. so you can
make the switch.

I guess I struck out on that one.

Maybe not.

Hang on a minute.

Dollars to donuts, that's the way they
did it.

Scratch marks?

A lot of scratch marks.

Shows the pins were removed several
times.

How many times did you take the lid off
a piece of luggage?

Never, unless it breaks.

Or unless you want to put it on another
lid.

One with the secret compartment.

You were pretty close, Betty.

Not a third makeup kit, but a third
makeup kit lid.

I want you to go down to Global
Accessory Shop.

Get a list of every one of these kits
that they sold in the last year.

I'm on my way.

I got it.

Butterby Jones.

Mr. Jones, this is a friend of Rachel
Rogers.

Who are you?

Doesn't matter.

But if you want the truth about what
happened to Rachel, go to the

shack at Friar Canyon Road Rock Quarry.

I'll call you there in 30 minutes.

Why can't you tell me on the phone?

Look, Mr. Jones, I'm taking an awful
chance as it is.

And the dude's involved a real
heavyweight.

I assure you everything you tell me will
be kept in the strictest confidence.

Mm -hmm. And I'm making sure it is by
not taking any chances on you taping

I've got to say.

30 minutes, Mr. Jones.

Yes or no?

I'll be there.

Okay.

You know what to do.

Yeah, Mr.

Jones? Yes?

Yeah, the guy you just talked to, he got
tied up. He said he'd be back with you

in a couple minutes, okay? I want you to
hang...

Listen, you, whoever you are, I don't
know what games you and your friend are

playing, but you can help me out.

Now, if he wants to talk to me...

Yeah, just like Mark Twain.

Reports of my death have been highly
exaggerated.

Well, it might have been a different
story if that ditch hadn't been so

Yeah, I'd like to find a guy to dug that
ditch and give him a bonus.

I'll chip in.

And call my friends downtown at the
newspaper and thank them for leaving

part out of the story.

You know, you have a great many other
friends who are never going to forgive

for this.

I feel real bad about them, but there is
no way of telling them the truth

without tipping off our friends Siegert
and Morley.

Oh, it's so hard to believe, Mr. Jones.

Are you really sure Ken and Mark are
responsible for what happened to you?

I'm almost positive.

I only talked to Mark once, but I would
swear that that voice on the second

phone call was his, even though he tried
to disguise it.

Then he set you up for Morley.

That's my guess.

And that's the reason I wanted to talk
to you, Miss Burt.

I don't want you exposed until you know
the full situation.

You know, Ken made a big thing about
flying with me my next trip to Manila.

Well, I think if I talk to your
supervisor, she can switch you to

flight.

What if I went to Manila with him?

No.

I couldn't let you do that. It's too
dangerous.

Mr. Jones.

In spite of what you've been able to put
together about Ken and Mark, you don't

have enough to convict them, do you?

No, not yet. But in time, we'll have the
evidence.

But if you caught them with the heroin,
the police would have a case right now,

wouldn't they?

No, I can't let you go through with
that.

I'm not doing it for you, Mr. Jones.

I'm doing it for Rachel.

You can't stop me.

You'd be on your own till your flight
gets back on Friday.

Yes, I know.

But they wouldn't do anything to me.
They need me to get it out.

Once we're back, you can take it from
there. He may not be well enough by

You know, I had a doctor who used to
say, recuperation is 50 % healing and 50

% anger at being confined.

Right now, I am 75 % on the way to meet
your plane.

Fourth floor, nurse station, please.

Yes? Yeah, Barnaby Jones' room, please.

Oh, Mr. Jones just checked.

Mr. Jones, he's not taking any calls
just yet.

Wait a minute, you sure? I mean, he's
been in there over five days now.

Yes, I'm quite positive.

Mr. Jones is still critical.

Okay, thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Uh, excuse me.

I thought a friend of mine, a Mr. Jones,
was staying in this room. Did something

happen to him?

Oh, no, Mr. Jones is just fine.

He was released this afternoon.

He's okay? Oh, sure.

Okay, thank you very much.

You know, Barnaby, you make great time.

The plane should be touching down just
about now.

Yeah, let's hope it wasn't a dry run.

What are you doing here?

Something's wrong, bro.

I'm beginning to think that look of
panic is painting on your face. What is

now? Barnaby Jones is up to something.

He's still alive?

And out of the hospital.

They released him yesterday, but on the
phone they're giving out this song and

dance about him still being on the
critical list.

I want to know what he's got up his
sleeve.

There's news.

Hi, Mark. What are you doing here?

Oh, he just, uh, come give us a lift
home. Have a nice trip, Sue.

Yes, thanks to Ken.

That's it, Betty.

Call Lieutenant Biddle.

Tell him to get over to Susan's.

He can pick up Ken and Mark there with
the evidence when they drop her off. All

right. What about you?

I'll kind of tag along, keep my eye on
the girl.

We'll turn it back on.

Let's go.

with you two.

Why don't you tell us?

Next ride?

Take it.

I want to see if we've got any company.

It's with us, okay?

Where are we going? What is going on?

Well, I'll tell you, sweetheart.

You just committed suicide.

Okay, go on. Call it.

Call it!

Morley?

Sigurd?

Let the girl go. It's all over.

You want her, Jones?

Will you come in here and get her?

Mr. Jones, are you all right?

Yeah. How about you? Fine.

Take their car, go find the police and
tell them where we are. Yes.

I just don't understand that boy.

Bobby should be here.

He should have something to say after
all you've done for us.

Don't take it so hard, Mort.

Oh, I'm sure Bobby will be around soon.

Yeah, but you cleared his sister's name.

He should be man enough to apologize for
even believing all those lies about

Rachel. Hey, man.

Hey, um, what you did, it was okay.

That it?

Thank you, Mr. Jones, for Rachel.

And thank you, too.

You're welcome, Bobby.

Come here, son.

He'll make you proud of him just like
Rachel did.

I hope so.