All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s04e23 The Eyes Of Terror

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

Merriweather. With guest stars Clue
Gilliger, Sheila

Larkin, Terry Kaiser, Tony

Geary, Mills Watson, Elizabeth

McRae.

Tonight's episode, The Eyes of Terror.

Well, I told you I'd get you home before
Frank got off work.

If he knew I went to the tournament
after he put his foot down.

Look, honey, if you're afraid, I'll be
happy to come in and wait until he gets

home. Oh, sure, then he'll know I went
bowling.

Listen, you're the one who lives alone.

I want to stay the night.

No way. I have had the neon welcome sign
blinking in the window for over a month

now. Still no takers.

Right?

Scream again and you're dead.

Um, um, Mrs. Carter?

Are you okay?

Um, Mrs. Carter!

Harley?

What's wrong?

Um... Dad, you killed her!

Now, I tell you, Mac, if you can't bring
Arlie in yourself, there's a lot of men

around town who'd be more than willing
to give you a hand. Now, look, when I

need a posse, Frank, you'll be the first
to know.

Well, then where is he?

You got him in a cell?

You know what it looks like to me? Like
dumb Arlie's got you outsmarted all over

the place. All right, that's enough,
Frank.

I mean, you got cars, God knows. All
right, so do a lot of people around

You forget what he did to my sister last
week. And Rose Williams.

And Diane Lester. It hasn't been a day
yet, Ralph. We're going to get him.

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you? I'm looking for
Dixon Street North.

Yeah, it's the next corner up to your
left.

Hey, you wouldn't be looking for Dory
Crandall, would you?

Well, yes, ma 'am, I am.

Well, then you must be that private
detective she sent home.

Private detective?

You know Dory, she doesn't believe that
Orly did it.

Well, I saw him.

Frank. You hear me, mister?

It was my wife he killed, and I seen him
standing right over her. Take it easy,

Frank.

You see, Dory, you tell her Arleigh
Burke doesn't need a private detective.

He needs a lawyer.

Well, I'd kind of like to hear what she
has to say. You better hear what I have

to say.

No outside help needed or wanted.

First left.

Got it, Sheriff.

Thank you.

All right, let's go home.

Let's all break it up.

Let's go home now.

Party's over.

Let's break it up. Come on.

Uncle Barnaby, it's so good to see you
again.

Uncle Barnaby, is it?

I can remember when I was just plain
Barnaby.

Unless you needed an uncle to get you
out of one of your scrapes.

You know all my old tricks, don't you?

Well, I need your help again.

Harley Burke?

How'd you know?

Well, even in Los Angeles, murder -rape
story sells a lot of newspapers.

They're making him out to be a monster,
Barnaby, and it isn't true.

He didn't kill Mrs. Carter. He couldn't
have.

Well, I'm sure he'll appreciate your
endorsement.

But I don't know how much weight it'll
carry with a sheriff and people in town.

Come on. I want to show you something.

When I moved back after Dad died, I was
going to sell the house.

But then I decided I just couldn't part
with it.

So to keep things going, I've rented out
a couple of rooms.

Mrs. Talfiero helps me with the cleaning
and the housekeeping.

And everything's been going okay.

Harley do these?

Yes.

Not exactly the work of a demented
killer, are they?

They're beautiful.

But then, of course, if you looked into
any prison, you'd probably find at least

one talented man who's doing life or
murder.

Now you sound just like the rest of
them.

Just... String the dummy up. No trial.
Just lynch him without a chance.

Well, he's not a dummy.

He's an intelligent, talented human
being.

Sounds like you're more than a little
emotionally involved with the young man.

I'm sorry, Barnaby.

It's just that nobody knows him like I
do. He's such a poor little lamb.

I got the impression in town that he's
retarded.

When he was a baby, he had meningitis.

Became aphasic.

Aphasic. That's a speech defect.

That's all it is. A speech defect.

He stutters till the whole town thinks
he's retarded.

Where are his parents?

They died when he was two.

He was raised in a foster home.

When he came here four years ago, he
couldn't even read.

At 22 years of age, he couldn't even
read.

And you taught him?

Evening.

Weekend. We never had any spare time.

You think of any place you might be
hiding out?

No.

This is the only place you feel safe.

Any place you'd like to go?

No.

Except... Except what?

Where he gets these.

How about for sure we find him at the
dry wash or the rock bar?

Now I'm really worried.

Take it easy, Dory.

This is the last place that he'd think
would be safe.

Harley?

Harley?

If he's in there, maybe he's scared of
me. He doesn't know who I am.

Harley!

It's all right.

This is Barnaby Jones.

I brought him here to help you.

That thing go deep?

No. Most of it's been sealed up.

Arlie, we want to help you.

Maybe he's not there.

Yeah, maybe.

Kate, stay away!

We're not here to harm you, son.

No!

Arlie, it's me, Dory.

We just want to talk.

Here, your side.

You won't believe me.

I'd like to try.

You... You would?

Sure. If you didn't kill Mrs. Carter,
I'd like to hear you say so.

Well, I didn't.

You were there last night.

On my way home from working at the
bowling alley.

I thought...

Him dragging her. I saw them in the
window.

Saw who in the window?

Mrs. Carter and the man with the hood.

And you went in the house?

I broke the window.

And he ran.

He ran out the back.

What about Mrs. Carter?

On the floor.

And then Mr.

Carter came in with his gun. And he was
yelling.

So you ran away?

He must have scared Arlie half out of
his mind.

Well, that's sensible, running away from
an angry man with a gun in his hand.

But that was last night.

He thinks I killed her.

Oh, running away made it look that way.

Well, I'm scared.

I'm... I'm... I'm... scared, Dory.

Arlie, we won't let anybody hurt you.

As long as we can help.

Dory, right there, Arlie.

I'm a prisoner now.

Put it down.

Don't make me hurt you.

There's a story to tell, Sheriff. You
ought to listen.

As soon as I take him in and book him
for murder and rape, I said drop it!

Come on, son.

We told you you could trust us.

And you can.

Sorry?

Lucy, let's get it back, John.

Get Lucy back there, will you?

Come on, step out of the way. Come on.

Get back, would you, please?

Let's lock him up.

I thought you wanted to hear how I
didn't do anything.

Later. Now, son, we're all pretty tired.

Why don't you give it a rest? Nobody's
going to hurt you, are they, Sheriff? I

really need you to wipe his nose for me,
don't I? I said lock him up, Jeff.

Oh, where's Frank? Didn't anybody tell
Frank they got his wife's killer?

Arlie didn't kill anyone. That's a damn
lie, and you know it! All right, let me

handle this.

You headed back to Big City right now,
Jones? You waiting around for someone to

give you a going -away party?

Well, as my poker -playing Aunt Cornelia
used to say...

Never throw in your hand until you see
the other man's card.

I told you, Jones, I got an eyewitness.

I got a hood with two holes cut in it,
and I got fingerprints on a potted plant

found inside the Carter house. Now,
there isn't a DA in the country who

take that evidence to court.

Well, in that case, maybe all I can do
is verify your findings.

Yeah, all right.

You do that.

First off, I'd like to see the coroner's
report on Marie Carter.

Get down to case file on Marie's murder.

Hope you've got photographs of the crime
scene.

Yeah, it's all right there, Mr. Jones.

Yeah, thank you.

Just the window Arlie broke to get in?

That's right.

With that flower pot, we found his
fingerprints on it.

And so you figure he broke the window,
let himself in.

and waited until Marie came home.

We got Prince off the window lounge as
well as the flowerpot.

You know, there's something odd about
this.

The flowerpot landing so far away from
the window, it's almost as if he wasn't

particularly careful about breaking the
window with it.

Hey, come on now, Jones.

I mean, we're not talking about some
sly, crafty second -story man, are we?

We're talking about Harley Burke.

He's a goofball. He's a dummy, Jones. I
mean, he's not playing with a full deck,

you know?

Dory Crandall thinks that his IQ falls
well within the range of normal.

Dory Crandall thinks.

I'll lay it out for you.

Right there. They struggle right there.
Frank saw him when he came home. Harley

panicked. He didn't realize how strong
he was. He broke Marie's neck and he ran

for it.

Out the back way.

That's right.

I don't see anything in your report here
that indicates you found fingerprints

on the doorknob or the lock.

He's wearing gloves.

What do you think?

You figure that he left his fingerprints
on the window latch and the flower pot,

and then he put on gloves.

Joe, just like I told you, the kid does
not think in an orderly way, you know?

The other three times, the rapist did
not leave any fingerprints and didn't

to break a window to get in.

Doesn't take much to pick a lock.

For a dummy like Arlie?

So he got in somehow.

You know, the way this shapes up, you
haven't got enough to hold him, much

convict him.

The boy was found bending over Marie's
body.

Well, that doesn't prove he killed her.

Put aside the other discrepancies, and
you haven't got a thing except Frank

Carter's word against Arlie's.

You going to go to court with that?

You're damn right.

And they don't convict him?

I suppose they don't.

We're talking about beyond reasonable
doubt, remember?

And that brings up the item of double
jeopardy.

Suppose you do one day dig up some
evidence, some real evidence against

You won't be able to try him on the same
crime.

You all right?

Yeah, all right.

But if I release Arlie, with the people
feeling the way they do now,

then it's your responsibility, John.
It's all your responsibility.

You understand what that means.

He'll be at Dory's place.

We'll keep him indoors until this case
is cleared up.

Well, he better.

Well, I got to tell you.

Let him go!

Now, how can you let Arlie just go scot
-free? He murdered my wife. Now, cool

down, Frank. Arlie is still suspect
number one. The sheriff just needs more

to sure up his evidence. That's all.

Holster let that Jones bulldoze him,
didn't he?

He's scared of that big city detective.

Well, I'm not, and I'm telling you...
No, I'm telling you, Frank, anything

happens to Arlie Burke when he gets out,
and you are the first person we come

looking for. Do you understand?

Hi, honey.

Come on, kids. Daddy take you home.

Tell me again exactly what happened from
the time you heard the screams coming

from the Carter house.

I thought Mr. and Mrs. Carter were
fighting again.

Fighting again?

You mean you've seen a fight before?

Lots of times.

Well, how can that be? I thought Frank
and Marie were devoted to each other.

Have you ever heard what they were
fighting about?

Um, um, money.

Oh, and Paula Morgan.

Who's that?

A waitress at the Crossroads Bar.

Was Frank seeing this woman?

Yes.

Well, maybe I ought to have a talk with
her.

Oh, lock the front door after me.

Sheriff? Where's Arnie?

Why are you so disturbed?

How long has he been there?

He's been there all night.

You with him all the time?

No, but I'm sure he was here. Sheriff,
what happened?

Lucy Thornburg was raped and killed in
the newspaper office.

Arnie!

Doyle!

He's headed around Miller's place.

You've been home all night, huh?

Yes. Yeah.

This is it, all right.

What, is Arlie's clay?

That's right.

Evidence is going to nail Arlie for good
this time.

You wanted to see me? I'm Paula Morgan.

I'm Barnaby Jones, private investigator.
I have a few questions.

So long as it's not too long. I mean,
Johnny pays me here to wait on these

tables. Well, then I better get right to
my questions about Frank Carter.

What about Frank Carter?

Well, I've been told that if Frank and
his wife Marie had had any trouble with

their marriage, that you would have been
the one who would know.

Look, I really don't feel that's
anybody's business but their own.

Well, Miss Morgan, in a case like this,
which is murder, we have to check out

all the loose ends.

But I thought Arlie killed Marie.

Now, supposing he didn't, wouldn't that
open up a lot of interesting

possibilities?

What do you want me to say? I mean,
every married couple has its problems.

Yes, but at a time like that, the
husband usually feels that he has to

somebody else, and I understand that you
were the one that he talked to, right,

Miss Morgan?

So I'm a good listener.

Listen, a man comes in here, he has a
couple drinks, cries on my shoulder, or

gets mean and he takes a bite out of it.

Was Frank Carter mean to you physically?

Well...

Let's just say I kept a dress with long
sleeves to hide the bruises.

And, uh, but not Frank, uh, somebody
else?

Uh, look, Mr. Jones.

Then there was somebody else.

Paula, a young man's life is at stake.

It's always my job.

Listen, I don't give the law any
trouble, and they don't give me any.

You have trouble with the law?

One of the deputies?

Deputies I can handle.

Not the sheriff.

Well,

ever since his wife died, he... Well, he
hasn't been that easy to get along

with.

What did she die of?

Didn't tell me.

Happened down in L .A.

Look, I really don't want any trouble,
huh?

Mr. Charles.

What is it, Arlie?

The sheriff.

He thinks I... I killed Lucy
Thornborough.

You got an APB on Arlie Burke?

Do you count ace?

Arlie thought he'd save you the trouble,
Sheriff.

Did he now?

Read him his rice and lucky, ma.

Your deputy told me that Lucy
Thornborough's death occurred between 8

'clock. Mm -hmm. Harley was home at that
time.

According to Dory Crandall.

Only she can't prove it.

I take it from your Cheshire cat smile
that you can prove otherwise?

Traces of it were found on Lucy's body
in the doorknob at the newspaper office.

There's no big secret around here that
Arlie uses clay like this?

Not clay like this.

Same clay. Got this sample from Arlie's
room.

He's not a judge, but by evidence, not
emotion.

Oh, there it is.

Barnaby Jones' office may help you.

Ready? Still hard -headed for the good
old IRS?

And who else would I be at it with up
here at this time of the night, hmm?

What can I do you for, Mr. Jones?

I'd like detailed information on the
death of Mrs.

Elizabeth Hollister.

According to Dory, it happened in the
Claridge West Hotel in Los Angeles about

four years ago.

Lieutenant Biddle should have a file on
it.

You want me to get John up at this hour
of the night?

No, no what daybreak would be all right,
okay dawn patrol strikes

again This

is

where she was found

That looks like the kind of clay Arlie
uses, R .A. Well, like you said,

else could have planted it there.

But even so, all things considered, it's
going to take a lot to get Arlie off

this time.

I don't suppose the sheriff would mind
if I took a little sample?

No, go ahead.

The sheriff said he'd probably find you
here.

On the sheriff's wife.

From Lieutenant Biddle with love.

Hello, Deputy Jeffries. My daughter -in
-law, Betty Jones.

Hello.

Well,

I'll be seeing you. Yes.

Mrs. Hollister was strangled?

Mm -hmm. The Los Angeles police feel
that because of the M .O., they...

Might be the work of a rapist who's
never been caught.

Barnaby, do you think the sheriff...
Let's say he just jumped to the top of

list of people to talk to.

Any idea where I might have this
analyzed?

In this town, are you kidding?

What about the high school chemistry
lab?

Sure. It's in session now. Won't be
available till tonight.

Get the talk yet?

No, but I shook him up pretty good, man.

I mean, I ain't a bad guy.

You better try playing the good guy.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I think so.

I'll host you back in a minute. I'll be
back after I get some coffee.

Right.

How's it going, Arlie?

Rough, huh?

Well, between you and me, the sheriff
isn't my cup of tea either.

You know, the thing is, we... Well, you
can't let him get to you, you know?

The thing we ought to do is get him off
your back.

Now, take it easy, Arlie. I'm not going
to hurt you.

I'm on your side, sir.

You know, uh, the sheriff left.

Everybody's gone, just us.

Hey, take it easy. It's all right.

Okay.

Tell me about it, Harley.

Believe me, get it off your chest,
you'll feel a lot better.

You know, you'll like yourself a lot
more, too.

You know... Stay.

Stay back.

Hey, now, Harley.

Hey, now, you... You... Stay back.
Harley, don't do this.

You're not going to get away with it.

There's nothing else I can, uh, I can, I
can do. Harley, this is a big mistake.

Harley!

to your own businesses.

You make us legal or not, it don't
matter. We're going after Arlie. Ah,

who needs deputizing? A good old
-fashioned vigilante committee is all

been needing anyway.

Now, wait, wait, wait a minute, Sid.

For what?

Someone else's woman to get killed?
That's right.

That's right.

All right, all right. Okay, that's...
Okay, Doyle.

Well, let's... Let's do this thing in an
orderly manner.

All right. Nobody winds up taking pot
shots at each other, okay?

I'm going to have to swear you in. After
I swear you in, Doyle here will sign

you out a weapon if anybody needs one.

What's taking so long?

I'll have something in a minute.

What do you think?

Usual bottom -of -the -pocket stuff,
lint. Lint?

Yeah.

And tobacco looks like rough cut,
Latakia, some other variety.

Like pipe tobacco.

Did Arlie smoke a pipe?

No. That lets him out, right?

Afraid you'd have a tough time
convincing the sheriff, let alone the

townspeople.

Something else here, sort of a fiber.

What are they?

Can't tell.

This really doesn't magnify enough.

Have you got a larger microscope here in
the school?

I think so. In there.

Here they are.

Oh, call your house and see if Betty's
heard anything from Arlie.

Hello? Hi, it's Dory. Any sign of Arlie?

No.

Arlie hasn't shown up yet.

Tell her we'll be checking every half
hour.

I heard. I'll be here.

I was wrong.

They're not fibers, they're hair.

Like small animal hair.

Animal hair?

Yeah, but they got a coating on them,
like a preservative.

So whatever they came from, they've been
treated, and it didn't come

directly from a live animal.

Like a pelt?

Or for Coote?

No, much smaller than that. We're...

We

gotta get to the sheriff.

Arlie?

Arlie? Is that you?

That's right, animal hair.

Whoever it was that smeared that clay
around Lucy Tharnborough's body was

carrying in his pocket something that
had been treated by a taxidermist

preservative. He smoked a pipe while he
doesn't even smoke.

Okay, animal hair.

It's a preservative that interests me.
It's a resin. I've run across it a

of times over the years.

That plus something else compact enough
to fit in a pocket with a bunch of other

things. You figure you can tell what
kind of an animal this here comes from.

My educated guess is rabbit.

Okay. So Arlie picked up a rabbit's foot
someplace?

He doesn't have one.

But you know someone who does.

Control to Deputy Jeffries, this is
Hollister.

We're ten minutes late picking, Betty.

Control to Deputy Jeffries, come in,
please.

Control to Deputy Jeffries, come in,
please.

Jeffries, this is Hollister. Come in,
please.

What's wrong?

There were noises and a screaming on the
phone, weren't there?

What do you mean? He went off on his own
to follow up a hunch?

When?

Half hour ago.

Let's get out the door.

The deputy.

Why?

Please.

Please, I won't scream.

Don't hurt me.

The way you looked at me back at the
newspaper office.

You'd given me the eye.

Weren't you?

No!

It was more than that.

You're right.

I... I was.

I was trying to make you notice me.

You're all the time.

I didn't think you noticed me at all.

Good work, Arlie.

Uh -huh.

I'm going to put this in a very special
place.

I'm glad you like it.

Thank you.

Well, we're glad everything turned out
all right.

For both of us.

I just want to say thanks for what you
took off.

Well, a happy ending is its own reward.

I guess what I really want is to
apologize to you, Arlie.

Might have turned out differently if it
wasn't for that rabbit's foot Mr. Jones

came up with.

That's what a rabbit's foot is for.

Good luck.

For those who deserve it, I guess.

Oh, Dory, Arlie.

Thank you, Sheriff.