All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s04e19 Shadow Of Guilt

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production
starring Buddy Epson. Also starring Lee

Merriweather with guest stars A.
Martinez, Lyndon

Shiles, Lee Christian, Eric

Estrada, special guest star Christopher
Stone.

Tonight's episode.

Shadow of guilt.

If you'd just let me explain.

Jenny, we are not going to talk about it
anymore.

How can I convince you that you're wrong
about Rod and me?

It was all so perfectly innocent.

I said no more.

Unless, of course, you want to talk
about divorce.

Do you want to talk about divorce,
Jenny?

Then fix it so I can stay.

Hey, look, you've got to help me out on
this, Esteban. The cops will never look

for me here.

My sister, if she was alive today, to
see all the trouble you still get into.

Look, just talk to Harrison, okay? Ask
him to give me a job.

He'll listen to you.

Mira, Carlos, it's much better for you
to go to the police and tell them

everything. Uncle, I told you last night
the cops will lock me up first. Then

they've got all the time in the world to
listen. My time.

But if you did not steal a car, you
should have no trouble clearing

You don't understand.

Go. Finish trimming those trees. We'll
talk later.

All right.

But don't forget.

Buenos dias, Senor Harrison.

Como esta?

Buenos dias, Esteban.

Senor Harrison, I should like to talk to
you about my nephew, Carlos.

What? The boy needs to find work.

No, no. Not now, Esteban.

Lyle, I gotta talk to you. Kersey.

Well, looks like you've learned my
habits pretty well.

What time I take my morning ride?

What, nights I go to the club and leave
my wife home alone?

You're wrong about Jenny and me, Lyle.
Last night was... It's not what you

think. Believe me, I... I told you,
you're fired. Now get off my property.

And if you set foot on here one more
time, I'm gonna call the police. You

kick me out like this, Lyle. It'll ruin
me.

You gotta give me another chance.

Kersey, let me by!

You can't do this to me!

Kersey!

Take your hands off me! Let go of me!
You do this to me all the time I put in

with you!

I'm Barnaby Jones.

Mrs. Harrison knows about me. Jones,
from the insurance company.

Sir, come on in. Thank you. My name is
Kersey. I'm the vice president of

Maplewood Enterprises.

The boss's dad has been quite a shock to
Jenny, Mrs. Harrison. Yes, I can

imagine. I'd like to spare her as much
as possible. She's been under a terrific

strain with the funeral and all. So if
you could keep it brief, I'd appreciate

it. Sure. This is the insurance
investigator from California Meridian.

Mr. Jones.

Mrs. Harrison. Mr. Jones.

Mrs. Harrison, I'm sorry to bother you
at a time like this.

Well, I don't know how I can help you,
Mr. Jones. I've told the police

everything I know.

Well, there are just a few questions
concerning the insurance claim.

Did your husband ride often?

Almost every morning. Lyle loved riding.

But this is the first time he was
thrown.

At least since I've known him. We've
been married three years.

According to the police report, there
are no witnesses to the accident.

That's correct.

Your stableman, Esteban, found the body?

Yes, he came running to the house to
tell me.

Oh, it's awful.

You said just a few questions, Mr. Tim.
Yes, that'll be all for now.

I would like to speak with Esteban.

Of course. See, through that door,
there's a path that will lead to the

Thank you.

The police, reporters, and now a private
investigator.

When is all this going to stop? Ginny,
look.

I told you not to worry about it.

Insurance companies are always very
careful, especially when double

involved.

I promise you, when Mr. Jones is
through, I will be the only one left to

you.

But all these lies.

Wouldn't it have just been simpler to
have told the truth?

Then I'd have to explain why we argued.

Why he attacked me.

You'd have been dragged into it.

There'd be a bunch of questions about
that night and all the other nights.

The newspapers and probably some
ambitious district attorney would have

field day making something sinister out
of it.

Believe me, it's better just the way it
is.

Bravo.

Carlos.

Carlos.

You had me so worried.

I told you the police would believe you,
that they wouldn't put you in jail.

I didn't go to the police.

But you promised.

I know, but I needed time to think.

Come on.

Anyway, something else will come up and
I might be in a little more trouble.

Oh, no.

I want you to come away with me.

Where?

Fresno. Andy Montes runs a car wash up
there. He said he'd give me a job.

Is that why you work so hard to finish
school?

To wash cars?

Hey, you're my girl, right?

Yes. Well, then come with me.

Carlos, what have you done?

A man's death.

It's my fault.

What?

The owner of the place where my uncle
Esteban works, Harrison, he fell from

horse and died.

But what does this have to do with you?

I saddled the horse.

I wanted to show Esteban I could help
him if he arranged for me to stay there

while.

The cinch came loose.

Harrison was gone.

Oh, no.

But it was an accident, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Just like it was an accident, I was with
that guy who didn't tell me he stole

the car.

Too many accidents.

Did Esteban tell the police it was you?

No. But there was somebody else. There
was this guy who found Harrison's body,

and I think he may have seen me.

Well, there's got to be some way out of
this, besides running.

I'm not going to jail.

I don't want you to.

But I also don't want us to live a life
always afraid.

Does that mean no?

Oh, Carlos, Carlos.

Maybe if you go to the police and you
tell them what happened... Carlos!

Señor Harrington ride every morning for
maybe half hour.

But that morning when Brightstar came
back to the Staples without him, that's

when I looked for him.

Find him here in the creek bed.

Here? Yes, senor.

You told the police that you didn't find
anything on the trail that might have

caused the horse to stumble?

Yes, senor.

And when he came in, his saddle was
intact. There was no loose cinch, no

broken stirrup leathers.

Nothing wrong, senor. May I? Yes.

Nothing that would have made Mr.

Harrison fall off. Is that right?

Yes, senor.

Anyone else live here on the place
beside the Harrisons?

Juanita, the maid, Roberto, who takes
care of the grounds, and me.

And they were all here on the day of the
accident?

Yes, except Roberto.

He went home last month to visit with
his sick mother in Guadalajara.

He responds very well. He is a good
horse.

Easily when he waves something like that
in front of a horse's eye, he'll shy

away from it.

Eyes not very good.

He's old, like me.

Well, that is a puzzlement.

Eh, senor?

Well, there was nothing on the trail for
him to stumble over.

I naturally assumed that he must have
seen something that caused him to spook.

But now, since he doesn't see too well,
that's out, isn't it?

Did you tell me that, uh...

Your groundskeeper, Roberto, had been
away for a month?

Yes.

Well, this looks like it's been cut
within the last day and a half. Who did

It was I, senor.

I cut them.

How'd you get up there with your leg?

My leg?

It's not bad.

Esteban, you're covering up for someone,
aren't you? Someone who was here.

No, senor. It was accident.

Truly.

Why don't you tell me who you're
covering up for?

Carlos Rojas, my nephew.

He was cutting the tree.

When he came back to the stables with
Brightstar, all he would say is that

is an accident. Then he ran away.

Why did he run away?

The poor boy is frightened because he
has trouble with the police.

They say he stole a car.

I'm going to have to talk to Carlos.
Where will I find him?

He has an apartment, but I don't think
he'd go there.

What about his friends?

He has a girl, Maria Cabrera.

She works at Mexican Village Restaurant.
She might know.

Esteban, Mrs. Harrison wants you.

Si, senor.

Well, Mr. Jones, Bright Star solving the
accident for you?

Too bad horses don't talk, but I think I
may have found someone who talked for

him.

What do you mean by that?

There was somebody working on this tree
just about the time that Mr. Harrison

died.

Good chance he may have seen the whole
thing.

No coffee, thank you.

I understand how you feel, Maria.

But I don't know what to do, Father.

Carlos and I have been going together
since we were 13 years old.

Is that possible?

Anything is possible when you're
children.

Being in love is easy and uncomplicated.

But I don't know if I love Carlos,
Father.

If I was truly in love with Carlos...

Wouldn't I go away with him like he
wants me to?

Well, that's what happens when you grow
up and become a responsible person.

You no longer have those easy choices
like when you're a child.

You've got to help Carlos, Father.

Go to him.

Make him understand what he must do.

All right, Maria, but I have to find him
first.

Do you think he's gone away already?

Without you, no, I don't think so.

Hi, I'm looking for Maria Carbera.

I'm Maria.

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

I hate to intrude, but could you spare
me a moment of your time?

Investigator?

I'm Father Sean Williams.

What's this about?

I'm looking for a young man named Carlos
Rojas.

There was an accident, a riding accident
on the ranch where he was working.

I just want to ask him a few questions
about it.

Well, I don't know where he is right
now.

Father, I have to prepare for the show
tonight.

Miss Carbera?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to be going
too, Mr. Jones.

Would you know where I might be able to
find Carlos?

No. You don't know where he hangs out or
anything like that?

Oh, sure.

The streets, pool halls, back alleys.

Barrio is just one big playground.

Have a good day, Mr. Jones.

Father, a man died.

Carlos may be able to tell me how or
why.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I figure one way to find out is to ask
him.

Look, Mr. Jones, I've got ten street
gangs in my parish. Now, you start going

around asking questions of the wrong
people, you could get yourself in a lot

trouble. The barrio doesn't take well to
strangers.

Well, I guess I'll just have to make
some friends.

Mr. Jones, maybe we'd do better looking
for trouble together.

You know, that thought crossed my mind.

Mind riding in a van?

Lead on.

Bauman, when I called an emergency
meeting of the board of directors, I am

speaking with the authority of Mrs.
Harrison.

In other words, as far as Maplewood
Enterprises is concerned, I'm calling

shots.

So when you have something I want to
hear, call me back.

Now, Steven, what did you tell the
detective?

The detective?

Barnaby Jones, you told him there might
be a witness to Mr. Harrison's accident.

Who was it?

Somebody saw the accident?

Ginny, I thought you had a probate
meeting with the lawyers.

Well, I was just leaving.

Who was it, Esteban? Ginny, it's all
right. I'm taking care of it. Don't

about it.

Esteban?

My nephew, Carlos Rojas.

He was here that day trimming some
trees.

And he saw the fight?

What fight?

What did Carlos see, Esteban?

I do not know.

Only that he come to tell me Senor
Harrison is dead.

Then he run away.

Why did he run away?

Carlos already have trouble with the
police over something else.

Where does Carlos live?

An apartment in a court, Morel and
Bodega Drive.

Okay, Esteban, you can go.

Carlos is a good boy. You must
understand... I said you can go.

Do you think Carlos saw you with Lyle?

It's possible.

I'm worried about... Please, don't be
worried.

But if Carlos did see you two, don't you
think that you should go to the police

and tell them before he does? Carlos was
going to go to the police. I'm sure he

would go to the police by now.

What are you looking for?

Looking for Lyle's watch.

What do you want that for?

Just in case Mr. Jones gets to Carlos
and makes him talk.

I think it might be a good idea for the
police.

Found this on Carlos first. He'll make
anything he has to say sound like a lie

after that.

It wasn't an accident, was it, Ron?

You killed Lyle. No, I... Jenny.

You did, didn't you? He didn't start out
that way.

He made a lot of threats, and then when
he fell from the horse... So?

Well, I did it for us.

For us?

Oh, my God. Look.

It's happened.

It's something we can't change.

I want you to understand that. And if I
don't try to keep a lid on Carlos,

everything is going to blow up in our
face. Please try to understand that,

Ginny.

You know what my wish I started to tell
you this morning was?

I wish I had met you first.

Then all this wouldn't have happened.

Ginny.

You just keep right on loving me.

You hear?

Everything's going to work out.

Eight bucks?

Hey, that's all I got till Friday.

Well, so what? You get it back soon as
Ruben sells the stereo.

What face is that? You need proof? You
got it. Look in here.

See the receipt? I paid the whole thing
out.

185 bucks.

I paid 75. Easy.

All right. All right. Don't do me any
favors.

Mario, what you got? Huh?

Oh, yeah. That looks good now.

I need the money. Come across.

Hey, why don't you take it to the pawn
shop yourself?

Because he's hot, dummy. Can't show his
face. Come on. Give him some credit.

Well, all I got is 20, man.

Don't go to your way, man.

Ernie, nothing for you.

Radio seems calm, huh?

Not always the way it is.

This the place?

It's one of them.

Now, the gang that hangs around with
Carlos, well, they might be a little

Two of them got wounded in a rumble last
week.

I'll be here in a minute, okay? Sure.

Ringo, you lost?

The border.

She's that way.

I'm looking for Carlos Rojas.

Anybody here who might be able to tell
me where I can find him?

Private cop, huh?

Same difference.

Hey, this is a peaceful part of town.

Until strangers start crossing the line
for that.

Right.

Sometimes they bring trouble.

Want to rip us off.

Want to use this for target practice?

No trouble, just a few questions.

A couple of twenties might loosen us up
a little.

I have a feeling that if I gave you the
money, you might still have a memory

lapse.

before you do something that you all
might regret.

Ernie!

Calm down.

Calm down.

Do you know this man, Father?

Yes. He's a friend of mine.

I put that thing away.

Ruben? Not much help here.

Okay.

See you in church, huh?

Tell him I want to talk to him.

He can call me anytime.

You didn't put up here, Ernie. What you
got for me?

Nothing, I told you.

And you're not taking my sister either.

You're nothing but big trouble, man.

All right, let him go. Get out of here.

Come on, split!

Hey, Carlos.

Hey, look, man. I'm not mad anymore.

We gotta talk.

Come on, Carlos. Open up.

Hey, who are you?

What brings you to this side of town?

I left word for Mr. Jones to meet us
here, Lieutenant, when I was called to

the last rites.

There ain't no bad Maria's brother.

What happened?

They think Carlos did it.

Any witnesses?

Yeah, a neighbor next door saw Cabrera
kick in the door after calling Carlos'

name and came in and got shot.

Did the neighbor actually see Carlos?

Well, no. Carlos had left through the
bathroom window.

What's your interest here, Barnaby? I'm
checking out the Lyle Harrison accident.

It seems that Carlos was over there that
day. He may have seen something.

Lyle Harrison.

That could explain this.

Lyle. Oh, my love.

Ginny.

You find that here?

Yeah, in the dresser drawer.

Yes. Yes, I recognize it. It's the
present I gave to Lal on our first

anniversary.

Where did you find it?

In an apartment rented by a Carlos
Rojas.

You know the name? Sorry I took so long
getting here, gentlemen.

Lieutenant Biddle, this is my late
husband's associate, Rod Kersey.

Lieutenant, how do you do?

I heard you talking about Carlos Rojas.

That's Esteban's nephew, isn't it?

Oh, yes. Do you know Carlos?

No, not personally. But Esteban told us
that Carlos was here the day of the

accident. What is this all about?

This is Harrison's watch.

Where'd you get that?

We found it in Rojas' apartment, along
with the body of a murdered young man.

Somebody was murdered?

A friend of Carlos.

Now, the killing in the watch may be
totally unrelated, but considering where

found it, there...

Now, there's some possibility that your
late husband's accident was not really

an accident.

Are you saying that Carlos might have
killed Lyle for his watch?

That does wrap up like a neat little
package, doesn't it?

They're expecting me to call in. May I
use your phone?

Sure. May I see that again?

Okay.

Seems a little too neat.

What? His watch.

I'm wondering why you didn't report it
missing.

I don't know. Just an oversight, Mr.
Jones.

We've been under a tremendous strain
with Lyle's death. I'm sure you can

understand that.

I most certainly do understand it.

How much did this watch cost?

Twelve hundred, I'm told.

It seems strange that somebody on the
run would let an expensive item like

lie around. I don't see why he didn't
hock it or sell it.

It's a good question. You'll have to ask
Carlos about that when the police catch

up with him.

Barnaby? Yes, Lieutenant.

Oh, Mr. Kersey, allow me to congratulate
you on becoming president of the

company.

What's the company secret? How did you
find that out? Well, you know, office

gossip, especially about secrets.

murdering their friend of parlor's part
of it.

That's the perfect setup of yours. He
burst in the door. He came at me with a

knife. I couldn't help it. It was self
-defense.

Another accident?

Is that it?

I told you before, Jenny, I did what I
did for us.

For both of us.

For us?

You killed two people.

You did this for both of us?

As soon as I take care of Carlos,
that'll be the end of it.

Get out.

If I ever see you again, I'll just...
Wait a minute.

You think you're going to bail out now.

Just because things are getting a little
too dirty for you, I want you to

remember one thing.

You're an accessory to everything that's
happened here.

Just remember that.

That the axe is going to fall. It's
going to fall on both of us.

I'm sorry.

Just go away and leave me alone.

Ernie was just trying to protect me like
a brother should.

You could have talked to him.

You could have reasoned with him. What
are you talking about?

You didn't have to kill him.

You didn't have to.

Wait a minute.

You think I killed your brother?

I only just heard about it about half an
hour ago. Hey, what's happening?

Father, don't do it.

This is none of your business, Ruben.

Hey, you guys are out of your skulls.
Enough bloodshed, Ruben. Stay out of

Don't be crazy. Let the police in. Stay
out of this, Father. And don't turn the

cops on to us. I'm warning you.

Let's go.

Barnaby Jones right away. Have him meet
me at the freight dock on Mason Street.

Hurry up!

Strange.

Of all the species, man is unique.

You'd think we could do better.

Carlos' arrest record?

Wild and dead.

Mother on welfare.

Dropped out of school.

Ever since he's been a teenager, he's
been a member of the gang.

I wonder why they do that.

Join gang.

Security, identity, some mistaken
romantic notion about machismo.

All that violence.

I don't know, it just seems like so much
weight.

Father Williams says that violence
becomes a kind of a contest.

Whoever builds up the best record of
muscle and moxie becomes sort of a hero

the barrio.

Like a hopeless treadmill to nowhere.

Carlos has one thing going for him.

What's that?

He didn't love.

Maria?

Yes, and when someone of Carlos'
character gets married and has kids, he

an entirely different view of gang life.

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

Maria Cabrera.

Maria?

Where is he?

The gang has Carlos.

He's afraid they're gonna kill him.

Where's Carlo?

I thought the gang would bring him here
They use this place as a hideout

sometimes, but I don't see their car.
Let's try around the side

Come on, man.

Come on. You don't want to cook with
your eyes closed, do you? Get it over

I keep on telling you I just found out
about Ernie.

I was just walking down the street. You
lie.

Lie. No, no. Hey, Ernie didn't want you
to skip town with his sister.

So when he came looking for you at your
pad, you took him out with my gun. No,

no, no. You've got to believe me. I
slept in the park all night. No, no, no.

Wait. I hear something.

Get him.

that thing, son?

Mario,

get his gun.

Ruben, put that gun down.

Go back to your church, Padre.

This is my church, right here.

You take one more step and it'll also be
your grave.

You're awful quick at setting up
tombstones.

Get him out of here, Padre.

This is none of his business.

I think it's none of your business. It's
a matter for the courts to decide.

There's court justice and there's street
justice.

If we waited for the courts to do their
jobs, we'd all be dead.

Sounds like this court's already made a
decision.

What do you base your evidence on?

On this, and what I know in here, in
this.

He shot him with my own piece.

That's a .22, isn't it?

Get him out of here.

Ernie was killed with a .38.

A .38?

Yeah, he couldn't have killed him with
that gun.

That's a trick. Don't you see what he's
trying to pull?

That's not a trick. I can prove it.

How? Yes, how?

All I need is a telephone.

You biddle.

Lieutenant, this is Barnaby.

I need a favor from you.

Yeah, what is it, Barnaby?

I wonder if you would tell me again what
caliber pistol it was that killed Ernie

Cabrera. First time I'd known you to
have a memory problem.

I just want to be sure.

It was a .38.

Is everything all right?

It is now.

Thanks.

Hey, so what happened? It was a .38.
This detective was right.

I believe that's mine.

Ruben?

Carlos knows how we feel about him.

Yeah.

Okay, Mr. Detective.

If it wasn't Carlos and his pad, then
who did Ace Ernie?

Well, maybe Carlos can help us answer
that question.

That day out at the Harrison's, why did
you run away?

It was me who saddled his horse.

I already had a grand theft auto wrapped
hanging over me.

I didn't want to wait around for no
questions.

Well, that doesn't explain why you ran
away.

You couldn't have been worried about
Esteban knowing.

It must have been someone else who saw
you. Is that it?

Yeah, but I'm not sure he saw me.

Who was it?

I don't know. Some guy who got to the
body first.

He was checking out Harrison's pulse.

Could you describe him?

I ducked away pretty fast.

I'm sure if I saw him again, I'd be able
to tell him.

How's it going?

It's a shoulder. He's all right.

Call Lieutenant Biddle and an ambulance.

Come on. We'll go out the back way.

Yeah. Hey, Mario.

Stay with Carlos, huh?

Sorry.

End of the line, Kersey.

I think we'll let the real court handle
this one.

Estabian?

Estabian. Bueno.

until Lieutenant Biddle.

Ginny Harrison is doing a lot of talking
that Kersey hadn't figured out.

The lieutenant also told me about the
stolen car.

They checked the fingerprint.

Why didn't you tell me it was my brother
who stole the car and not you?

He's gone now. It don't matter.

The code of silence.

See how it almost ruined both of your
lives?

I guess it all turned out for the best
thanks to Mr. Jones here.

Thanks to the Padre here.

Thanks to the Padre there.