All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s04e21 Dangerous Gambit

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Epson, also

Lee Merriweather, with guest stars Gary
Lockwood,

Lynn Marta, John Pfeiffer,

Ward Costello.

Tonight's episode, Dangerous Gambit.

Well, Joyce, the attorney for the
Montrose estate is coming in at 11 about

loan. I'll need the file.

Oh, better hold off on that. Let's take
care of the delivery first.

We don't have a letter today, Joyce.

The main order isn't until tomorrow.

Where's my head? I thought this was
Friday.

That's all right. I usually start
anticipating the weekend three hours

Monday.

This is reservations at Global Airlines.

I'm calling regarding a reservation
we're holding for Lennon Markwell. May I

please speak with his father?

Oh, well, I'm sorry. Mr. Markwell's busy
right now. This is quite urgent.

Well, all right. Hold on. I'll see.

47 ,000.

That's correct.

The 50s are also correct.

12 ,600.

Mr. Markwell, there's a phone call for
you.

Can't they leave a message?

Well, it's the airlines about some
ticket reservations for your son.

I'll be right back.

Yes?

reservation for Leonard Marquardt, your
son?

Indian Wells, Boyce Camp, charter flight
83.

There must be some mistake. My son
sprained his ankle last night and won't

able to leave for camp for at least a
week. You must have the cancellation

because I called in this morning. I'm
going to excuse me.

If you just give me a moment, sir, I'm
sure we can check it for you. I'm sorry.

If there are any further problems,
please call my secretary. Goodbye.

Reservation, of course.

They loves up everything.

7 ,000 in 20s. And 3 ,000, that makes 10
,000.

All right.

Don't forget your letter.

You can bring me the Montrose file now.

Yes, sir. I just want to check something
with Angie first.

As soon as you can.

I'm scared, Angie. Don't worry.
Everything will go just as we planned.

for your friend until Mr. Benjamin
calls.

I was a gun in my pocket. So don't do
anything stupid.

Just give me the key.

What are you talking about? Come on,
come on. The key to the safe deposit

It's in my purse.

You saw what happened, didn't you? She
ran right in front of my car.

Oh, my Lord.

Somebody call an ambulance!

What happened?

She just ran in front of my car. It was
an accident.

He saw it all.

Who? Him.

I think she's dead.

My god Even drinking

her purse gone

Since

today

is our daughter Cindy's sixth birthday.
Mr. Jones.

We didn't want to disappoint her

Only been a few hours since the
accident.

California Meridian sure works fast.

Well, I just happened to be in the area
working on another case when I got the

call, but I'll be glad to come back
later if you like.

$200 ,000 liability riding on this. I
guess the insurance company's got a

to be in a hurry.

What do you want to know?

I want to hear your side. I already
talked to the police.

Seems that you may be a bigger loser
than my client.

They're not seriously thinking of
charging me with manslaughter, are they?

They found traces of alcohol in your
blood.

One bloody Mary with a customer, and I
didn't even finish that.

Look, I'm a salesman, Mr. Jones.

A drink now and then is part of doing
business.

That's not a very good excuse in the
light of your past record.

That other accident happened years ago.
I was just a dumb 16 at the time.

You know, kids, we were joyriding for
kicks.

Well... In that other accident, your
friend who was riding with you almost

Today, someone was killed.

It wasn't my fault, Mr. Jones. You're
just going to have to believe that.

I hope to do better than that. I hope to
prove it.

Save my client a lot of money and save
you a lot of trouble with the police.

Police tell you about the man I saw
talking to the woman just before she

in front of my car?

Dark hair, about 35, wearing a dark
windbreaker.

That's all you can remember about him?

Well, I didn't expect him to just
disappear like that.

You find that man, he'll tell you it
wasn't my fault.

Any other witnesses?

Not that I saw.

Everybody got there after it happened.

There's not much to go on.

Mr. Jones, do you think they'll put my
husband in jail for this?

Not if I can come up with that witness
to back up your husband's story.

Hey, this is a beauty.

Sure is. Best German camera the Japanese
make.

You must be Stan Nesbitt.

That's right.

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

Some of the shopkeepers along the street
said you took a lot of pictures of the

accident this morning.

Oh, sure did.

In fact, I just sold one to the
newspapers for 50 bucks.

Hey, this one here.

It's going to be in the evening edition.

I haven't got the budget to play with
it. The newspaper people do, but I'll

you $100 for the set.

$150 for shooting a few pictures.

Did you ever think that you might be in
the wrong end of the business?

Hi, Angie.

My God, Jerry.

You know, for three months now, all the
time I was tracking you down, I kept

wondering what your face would look like
when you saw me again.

Frank said you were dead.

He wasn't wrong by much.

You know, it took those doctors in
Chicago five hours to stitch me up.

After Frank stuck that knife in me and
left me in that alley.

Frank!

No.

He said you got into a fight with some
bookies you owed money to.

Is that why you didn't wait around for
my funeral?

He said we had to leave town fast, that
they were after him, too.

Well, it wasn't that you two figured you
didn't need me anymore, was it?

No. No, Jerry.

That once I'd figured out how to knock
off the bank from the inside, planned it

every step of the way, it wasn't then
that you two figured you didn't need me

anymore, was it?

So you could split my share between you?

I swear you've got to believe me, Jerry.

Oh, baby.

You, uh... You do need me, don't you?

You put me first.

I bet Frank's going crazy looking for
it.

What happened to Joyce was your fault.

No, she panicked.

It was an accident.

Hello? Angie, I think I know what
happened to the other key.

I just took a look. The back door's been
forced. Somebody's been in here.

Frank, you're not... Honey, I'll take
the phone.

Hi, old buddy. Trick or treat, it's me,
Jerry. Jerry Kennedy, remember?

Jerry.

Come on, Frank. You're not interested in
the miracles of modern medicine, are

you? All you need to know is I'm alive
and kicking.

Yeah, sure.

Sure.

Well, let's get together.

It'd be great to see you again.

Yeah, great. That'd be fine.

But I'll pick the spot.

I want to make sure this time the knife
doesn't go in my back.

Come on, Jerry.

Any way you say.

Okay, Frank.

I'll tell Angie when I'm ready.

Oh, and Frank.

I just wanted to let you know I'm back
in the deal.

That's him, all right.

So I'll make it easy to find him.

Not necessarily.

Betty's been up and down the street all
afternoon showing these pictures.

And I'm afraid I couldn't find anyone
who's ever seen him before.

You got to find him, Mr. Jones.

If I don't have a witness to back me up,
I'm in for manslaughter.

Now, here is something that might help
us to pinpoint the type of a man we're

looking for.

What's that?

A little object right there.

Looks like a woman's purse.

According to the police,

George Elkins' purse was not found at
the scene of the accident yet.

There it is.

Do you think he took it?

Take another look at these pictures.

The man we're looking for is in the
first five, and then he's gone.

So is the purse.

It's there in the first five, and then
after that, they're both gone.

People have been known to do a little
looting at the scene of an accident.

I remember she was lying there. I was
calling for help.

And he didn't seem in the least
concerned about it. He just kept looking

something. The purse.

That's probably why he didn't stick
around to be a witness for you.

Yeah.

Sure explains it, doesn't it?

No.

All we have to do is find him.

It's 20 after. Where is he?

Ask me that every five minutes since 8 o
'clock. I told you he'd be here.

I'm holding under the table.

Make one dumb move and I'll blow you in
the next week.

How you doing, old buddy?

Jerry, how you been?

Just fine.

Want to see my operation?

Look, if you two are going to need a
referee, I... No, no, no, no, no.

Bygones are bygones, right?

Wrong.

I still hate your guts.

But as long as we're stuck with each
other, I'll go for it.

Don't do me any favors, old buddy.

If I wasn't really sorry for what
happened between us, I wouldn't be

here talking to you.

You know, if you didn't show, you know
I'd call the bank.

Tell him what you got in the box. That's
why you're talking to me, and that's

why I'm back in for my part of the take.

Okay. A full share.

Figuring there's $160 ,000, $70 ,000 in
the box, that puts you a third of... Uh

-uh.

I measured what'll go into the hollow
ledger very carefully when I planned

job, and $240 ,000 is how I figure it.

Jerry, nobody's gonna cheat you.
Whatever's there, you get a third.

$80 ,000.

Okay.

Eighty thousand.

Well, now that that's settled, the key.

Tomorrow.

Oh, no thanks.

We gotta trust each other a little bit.

Hey, you know the phone booth that's
across the street from the bank?

Yeah. Good.

You be in it at ten of ten in the
morning and I'll call you and let you

can find the little key.

Sure, I don't blame you.

You gotta protect yourself. I'd do the
same thing.

You know, I don't get it, Frank.

You're taking it too easy.

You got all the cards, Jerry.

Uh -uh.

Not just the cards, old buddy.

The bullets.

I'm telling you, I'll be watching you
from the time you pick up the key till

get out of the bank with the money.

You make one false move and you're dead.

I didn't figure it any other way.

Oh, and Frank, I want you to count out
my $80 ,000 inside the bank.

Because when you come out, I want mine
then and there.

Right.

See you, old buddy.

You look like the cat that swallowed the
canary.

he won't feel a thing.

Oh, sure.

Yeah, that's him.

You've seen him with Joyce Elkins?

Oh, no, not with Joyce, but this
afternoon... Yeah, this is the fellow

almost bumped into this afternoon. He
was coming out of Angie's apartment.

This afternoon, you're sure?

Mm -hmm.

It was about 2 .30.

I know, because I was coming back from a
swim in the pool.

Any idea when Miss Roth might be back?

Uh, hold on.

Angie, there's a man here to see you.

Miss Roth, I'm Barnaby Jones. The
company that insured the driver of the

that was involved in the accident in
which your roommate was killed.

They asked me to look into it.

All right, come in.

How can I help you, Mr. Jones?

Well, there seemed to be some question
about responsibility for the accident.

I thought that was obvious. The driver
had been drinking.

Well, no one condones that, but the
driver says that there was a witness, a

who could testify that it wasn't his
fault.

This man.

Can you identify him?

Sorry, I've never seen him before.

You sure?

Positive.

That's funny, because your neighbor,
Miss Johnson, is just as positive that

saw this man coming out of this
apartment at 2 .30 this afternoon.

2 .30?

There was a man here.

But not that one.

Yeah, I can see where Imagine mistake
him for the man in the picture. They

very alike, but it wasn't him.

Who was it?

Oh, just a salesman. He was only here
for a moment or two, selling, uh,

kitchenware.

A moment or two, he certainly succeeded
in making himself at home.

He was the pushy kind, you know, invites
himself to your liquor, fouls the air

with cigar smoke.

Yes, I once knew a man like that. He'd
come over to say good morning, and while

he was doing that, he would empty
everything edible out of your

then predict what a lousy day was going
to be.

Well, if that's all, Mr. Jones, it's
very late and I'm tired.

Yes, certainly.

If there's nothing else...

i'll get in touch with you good night
thank you

I called you over an hour ago. You're
getting paid for it, Smiley.

That's it?

Yeah. I followed him straight here from
the restaurant.

Uh -uh.

The picture first.

Oh.

Attaboy.

Remember, Smiley, if you breathe a word
about this, your face ain't gonna be so

smiley anymore.

You don't think I'm so dumb I couldn't
spot the tail you had on me, do you?

The Elkins accident.

You representing her next of kin?

Boyette, the driver through California
Meridian Insurance.

You know, this is beginning to feel like
something more than an accident.

Like what?

Well, no more after you and your very
efficient R &I people identify the man

a dark windbreaker.

Boyette's so -called witness, huh?

Yeah, I heard about that.

His lawyer came in to see me yesterday
right after it was published in the

papers. But like I told him, it's
impossible.

You know, I never expected a man to
spend as much time as you do trying to

100, say anything was impossible.

You're not going to needle me into
taking men off more important cases,

days trying to match this picture
against the mugshot file. Even then,

probably end up with nothing. And I need
something more than just a picture. How

about some fingerprints?

A man in a picture?

Maybe.

Where'd you get them?

Off a whiskey glass.

If it turns out to be anything, I'll
fill you in.

Hey, I thought you might need a lift to
work.

Frank is supposed to pick me up.

There's been a change in plan.

Come on, get in.

I'm worried about...

Like you were in Chicago.

You've got to believe me, Jerry. The
first I heard about Frank trying to kill

you was when you told me yesterday.

I thought he might try it again.

He did.

Only this time I was waiting for him.

He's dead, Angie.

I'm glad you're alive.

You know, for a minute, I thought I
might ruin your day.

Jerry Frank never meant anything to me.

I needed somebody.

He was the only one around when I
thought I lost you.

Okay, it really doesn't matter what I
believe.

You know, the only thing that changes is
a split, a 50 -50.

That is, unless you think there's a
problem with me signing Frank's name to

me into the vault.

No, I'll be there to get you through
without a hitch.

But once I do, and you get the money out
of the deposit box, what's to prevent

you from doing to me what you think I
did to you?

Very good.

Okay,

I'll tell you what I do. When I get the
box into the private customer, I'll just

divide the money right there.

If a girl's going to face the big
unknown alone, it certainly helps to

bank account in her own name.

It's nine o 'clock. You have an hour
before the bank opens.

Hey.

A little interest for that account of
yours.

Who knows, it might grow.

How many?

Well, Lieutenant Biddle just called for
the second time.

This message, when it comes to business,
I usually shoot a hole in one?

What does that mean?

It means that the fire I lit under the
good lieutenant is beginning to pay off.

Did he identify our purse snatcher?

Yes, Jerry Kennedy, an ex -convict. When
he called a second time, John gave me

this address.

He'd like you to meet him there as soon
as possible.

Mulholland Drive.

I thought you might be interested in
this. What do you got, Lieutenant?

Murder victim, looks like. A telephone
repairman found him early this morning.

One of my men just got back with his rap
read on it.

Whoever shot him apparently rolled him
down this embankment during the night.

Frank Dunlap.

Hmm?

You read a little further, you will see
he once served time with Jerry Kennedy,

the owner of those fingerprints we
identified for you.

Served 18 months and a five -year
sentence for bank fraud.

That's very interesting.

Angie. Oh, sorry, Angie. I guess you're
just as upset as all of us about what

happened to Joyce.

I'm all right.

I don't know why you came into work
today. I told you you didn't have to

until you felt ready.

Oh, Mr. Markwell, keeping busy helps me
not to think about it.

Miss Clayton, I have enough work to keep
your hands busy. Come with me.

Where? From now on, Lily Clayton is
going to be in charge of the deposit box

desk, and you are going to be my new
assistant.

Your deposit box number, sir, and
please, your signature on the entry

I forgot something.

Oh, uh, miss, could you help me, please?

What do we do now?

We can't fake the entry slip anymore.

If you can match Frank's signature.

I'll have to have something to practice
with.

You have his handwriting on anything?

It's the letter he wrote when he was out
of town once.

They're in my bedroom dresser top
drawer.

I'll need a key to the apartment.

Get an extra one under the doormat.

Okay. You know that girl, Lily? The one
who took over for you?

Take her to lunch at the corner snack
shop.

I'll show up when I do.

Introduce me as Frank.

Frank. Frank.

Okay?

You go, leave us alone, and I'll take it
from there.

Excuse me.

Angie, I've just had a call from the
main branch. They've run low on currency

and want us to spend as much as we can
spare as soon as possible. That means we

have to start the audit now instead of
this evening.

The price of being a boss, Mr. Jones.

Half the time, there isn't time to take
a normal lunch like your employees can.

I don't mind. As close as I get to a
picnic.

This man you say was found murdered this
morning.

Frank Dunlap.

And the man your client saw with Joyce
before the accident?

What do these men have to do with...

whether or not Joyce handled large sums
of money.

It turns out that Dunlap and Jerry
Kennedy once served time together for

fraud.

That doesn't necessarily mean that Joyce
was into something with them.

According to the Jones -Birds of a
feather theory, there is that

But the only time Joyce ever came in
contact with money was when she helped

count the currency deliveries, and there
was a bank official always with her.

That was normal procedure.

She was never left in the vault alone?

Never.

Well, except, uh... Yesterday?

Well, for only a moment or two.

Before, when you asked if anything
unusual had happened yesterday, I didn't

connect the one with the other.

Connect what?

Well, I left Joyce alone during the
count to go and take a call from an

reservation clerk.

What was unusual about that?

I'd already canceled that reservation
early in the morning.

I began to worry about it, so I checked
back to make sure that there was no foul

-up, and the airline clerk said that
that call had never been made.

Who all knew about your reservation?

My wife, my son, and, of course, Angie.
Joyce was busy, so I asked Angie

to call and make the reservation for me.

Miss Roth didn't know that you'd
canceled.

No, I made that from home before I came
to work.

And she didn't know?

And whoever it was that made the phone
call didn't know.

Well, I know, but why would that... To
decoy you out of the vault's the only

I can read it.

This is all beginning to take on a touch
of the fantastic now, don't you think?

Mr. Markwell.

Oh, Mr. Jones, this is Mr. Anderson, our
chief teller. How do you do, sir?

Mr. Markwell, the audit.

There's something wrong.

It's all right. Mr. Jones is a private
investigator.

Well, I think I found a shortage.

A large shortage.

You don't know how much I appreciate
your asking me to lunch, Auntie.

Since my divorce, it's been tough
getting back into the world.

Excuse me.

Uh -huh? Miss Roth, I'm just on my way
to the bank with the papers you asked

for.

Oh, excuse me, Lily Clayton, this is
Frank Dunham.

How do you do? All right.

That'll do just fine.

Would you like to join us?

I thought you'd never ask.

So, Lily, do you work at the bank, too?

Yes. And we've met before, but I see you
don't remember.

Chicago. What I mean, Mr. Dunlap, is
that we almost met.

This morning, when I took over the
deposit box window, you were almost my

customer.

Well,

I remember that now.

Look at the time. I've still got some
shopping to do.

Oh, now you don't. Why don't you go on
me?

That is, if I don't have to eat it
alone, Lily.

Lily, you still have 20 minutes.

I'll see you back at the bank.

Thank you, Mr. Dunlap.

Bye -bye.

Bye -bye.

Do you have lunch here often, Mr.
Dunlap?

Lily, let's get one thought out of the
way first.

Are you married?

No.

Not anymore.

Good, because I have one hard and fast
rule. I never let a married woman call

by my first name.

Remember it?

Frank.

That's good.

Well, Lily, I'm sorry I wasn't your
first customer this morning, but I

make up for it by being your first
customer this afternoon.

So far, we haven't been able to account
for $246 ,000.

I've already called the bank examiners,
but I'm waiting on the police until

Anderson can run another quick count.

In the time that Miss Elkins was in the
vault, could she have picked up that

much money and taken it out with her?

Well, considering that the loss was in
large bills, it is a possibility, but

it's not very likely.

I mean, she would have had to have a bag
of some sort to take it out of there.

Her purse, the one that was stolen at
the scene of the accident, did she have

that with her in the vault?

Well, for obvious reasons, our women
employees never take their purses into

vault. Besides, her hands were full
carrying that ledger.

What ledger?

The bank audit ledger.

You said the audit didn't start till
this morning.

Joyce got mixed up on the day. She
brought it in by mistake.

May I see it?

Sure.

Strange.

This should only be the one ledger.

Is this the ledger that Miss Elkins had
in the vault?

It should be.

Would you mind coming over here?

I understand that you've met Mr. Jones.

I wonder if you would mind coming in and
answering a few questions, please.

Rod, I think it will be proved that...

Miss Elkins' death was a direct result
of a scheme to rob this bank.

Joyce?

Impossible.

But now that you mention it, she had
been acting strange these past few days.

Yeah.

I think it will be further proved that
she had help.

Frank Dunlap, Jerry Kennedy, and you.

What?

You want to tell us all about it?

Fox 224, first customer of the afternoon
and a man of his word.

Thank you, Mr. Dunlap.

Frank.

You know, it just occurred to me that
all people eat every six to eight hours

with unfailing regularity.

Is that so?

An absolute scientific fact.

Does this knowledge come from an
abstract science?

Or is it one that offers a direct
benefit to humanity?

Well, I think it's getting a little deep
for me. I was just trying to wrangle a

date for tonight.

And here I thought I'd met a man to
carry on with a great Albert Schweitzer

on.

You know, I bet Albert Schweitzer didn't
know where the best top house in L .A.

is.

It's a date.

Good.

Mr. Dunlap, I wonder if you'd mind
signing another entry slip for me.

For your personal collection?

Well, I know I'm being overly cautious.
It's just the way I've been trained.

I'll call you later about tonight.

No, I've never seen either of them
before.

After you and Miss Elkins got the money
into this hollowed -out ledger, you

still had the problem of getting it out
of the bank.

If I remember, you both stepped into the
safety deposit box room.

That may be exactly how they did it.

That money may still be in the bank.

Mr. Dunlap, I'm sorry about delaying
you, but I'm going to have to have the

managers okay on this.

May I see a list of your safe deposit
box customers?

Right this way.

Lily, I want you to walk out the back
door ahead of me very slowly.

Oh, shoot, I mean it.

Call the police.

As for Lieutenant Biddle, tell him I
found my man.

And hold her.

Yes, sir.

Give me Lieutenant Biddle to the police,
please.

Hold her right there, Kennedy!

You just stay back there!

It's all over. Did I make it tougher on
yourself?

Open the door.

Open the door!

Get down, miss!

Yes.

I can promise you one thing, Mr. Jones.
From now on, if I can't sell a product

without taking a drink, I'm just going
to get out of the business.

Well, don't make any promises you can't
keep, and next time take a taxi.

Mr. Jones, a piece of Cindy's birthday
cake.

Oh, thank you very much.

And if Cindy were old enough to know how
close her father came to being accused

of that girl's death, I'm sure she'd
thank you just as much as we do.

Will you tell Cindy that tonight at
dinner, a fellow with a great big sweet

tooth is going to enjoy her birthday
cake more than anybody?

Bye. Bye.