All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s06e05 The Damocles Gun

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production.

Starring Buddy Epson.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Schera.

With guest stars Lee Purcell.

Frank Marth.

Robert Pine.

Augustus Summerlin.

Special guest star Edward Power.

Tonight's episode, The Damocles Gun.

I hope you didn't mind my picking this
place, Peg. It's not the original that

you're used to in Paris, the real thing
and all that stuff.

But Mom and Pop did like to take us here
when we were kids.

C 'est parfait,

Neil. When you take it easy, you know I
almost flunked French when I was in high

school, remember?

Oh, no, you did flunk French in high
school.

Oh, and you never forget anything, do
you?

Nothing.

I think it's perfect, Neil.

Brings back so many memories.

Nice ones.

Yeah.

I wish the folks were alive now to see
you all grown up.

A budding artist.

And one dishy -looking chick, too.

Oh, thank you.

You always were my number one fan.

Hey.

It's really nice to have you home.

It's really nice to be here.

First thing tomorrow.

I'm going to look for my own apartment.

Why? There's plenty of room in my place.
Stay as long as you like.

Well, I just don't want to cramp your
style, big brother.

You're sure it's not your style we're
cramping? Oh.

You didn't expect me to spend all my
time in Paris just studying, did you?

I certainly did.

You know, it looks like we're keeping
everybody up here. Are you ready?

Good.

Neil, I promised myself I wasn't going
to ask you this.

Mm -hmm.

But I just can't resist.

When did you decide you needed that
beard?

A couple of weeks ago.

It looks very... just tangay, don't you?

Oh, Mrs. Yu.

I hope everything was all right.

It was perfect as usual, Michelle. Thank
you.

Et vous, mademoiselle Giroux?

Ah oui, monsieur, votre cuisine est
toujours excellente. Oh, wait a minute,

a minute. I'll go get the car and I'll
see you out front. Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

Comment ça va, monsieur?

Très bien, merci.

J 'espère que votre séjour en France a
été agréable.

Oh, Miss, you know what's wrong? My
brother's been hit by a car.

No, wait.

Conan, certainly he's hurt very badly.
Yes, right away.

Andre, let me have the phone. Hurry. The
phone, please. I've got to call the

hospital right back.

Thank you.

My brother's been hurt. Do you have a
blanket?

A blanket? No, but how about some
brandy? That'll keep him warm. Yes.

Hello?

Yes, there has been an accident at 521
San Remo Street.

A man was hit by a car in front of
Michel's restaurant. Please hurry.

Thank you.

How many? Yes, right away.

Where is he?

Gone.

I don't understand.

He was just crossing the street to get
the car and he was hit.

Miss Giroux, maybe you just... Comment
dit -on? No!

I saw him run down. He was lying there
bleeding.

Michelle, I saw it with my own eyes.

Barnaby?

Sorry.

You sure this is the spot?

Yes, I remember. He was right there.

No trace of blood.

The police didn't find any blood either,
Mr. Jones, but he was bleeding.

Well, I guess we covered all the bases.

You've got to help me find my brother.

I've got nowhere else to turn.

Peggy, the police didn't report any
accident.

Neither did the hospital treat anyone
who resembled the description of your

brother. Barnaby, what if... Well,
supposing he had a head injury and he

up from the accident and just wandered
away without really knowing what he was

doing. Amnesia?

It's possible, isn't it?

No, no.

He was hurt too badly. He couldn't have
gotten up.

Wannabe!

This is Michelle. He's the owner of the
restaurant. Wannabe Jones.

How do you do? You know Miss Giroux?

It's Betty Jones.

Michelle, tell them what happened.

Mr. Jones, as I just told your
associate, the only thing I know about

accident is what Miss Giroux told me.

And you didn't see it?

Nothing. I came outside and the street
was deserted.

If you want my opinion... I didn't
imagine it. It happened.

I'm sorry, Miss Giroux, but you and your
brother had quite a bit of wine.

And well... I only had one glass. I am
telling you, he really was hit and he

really lying right there.

I only know what I saw.

Thank you, Michelle.

You don't believe me either, do you?

I can see it in your face as you think
I'm crazy.

Peggy, that's not true.

What do you mean?

Look at this.

What'd you find?

It's a tissue. It looks like there's
blood on it.

That's right. I used a tissue to wipe
some blood from Neil's face.

This could be the wound.

Peggy, did you say that your brother was
a broker in heavy machinery?

He has his own company, Westland
Engineering Corporation.

Peggy, would you check out that company,
please?

All right. Meet you back at the office?

Yes, we'll call you as soon as we take
Peggy home.

Can you believe it? Not a clue?

What about in here?

I've looked in there already.

Check the other bedroom.

I'm telling you, if it's anywhere in
this apartment, it's invisible.

It's got to be somewhere, Ray.

And we've got to find it.

We've lived here for almost five years.

Heavy machinery pay as well.

Mind if we have a look around?

No. Whatever you want, Mr. Jones.

Perhaps you'd like to start with this
desk?

Peggy, you said you had a picture of
Neil that we could borrow?

Yes.

It's in the bedroom. I'll get it for
you.

Hey, Peggy?

You paint this?

Yes.

That's what I was doing in Paris.

Studying art.

It's terrific.

Thank you.

This is the most recent one I had. It
was taken about a year ago.

Oh, he has a beard now.

This curtain didn't knock that off. Mr.
Jones, that window wasn't open either.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure. I was in here.

And I remember locking it before I left
today.

Someone's been here. I am sure of it.
Why don't we look at this?

Yeah, somebody's been in here, all
right.

Someone's been through this closet.

Everything's just a little old place.

Check all the doors and windows.

Any idea what he might have been after?
No.

Your brother worried about anything?

No, I told you, he seemed fine, just
like always.

Was Neil going with anyone?

No.

He never said anything, but there is a
picture of a girl that he keeps around.

To Neil, my love always Jan.

Have you any idea who this Jan is?

No.

Obviously, in show business, she's
leaning on a camera.

Those are dancer's legs if I've ever
seen them before.

A resident leg expert. Nobody better
qualified.

Hello?

Yes, hold on, please.

It's for you, Mr. Jones. Betty.

Betty? I'm glad you called.

I want you to find a girl for me. Name
is Jan.

She's a brunette. Long hair. Dancer's
legs.

Very pretty.

Very sultry looking.

Barnaby, this isn't a personal request,
is it?

I think you'll find her in television or
motion pictures or nightclubs. See if

you can locate her.

All right, I'll do what I can. Oh, now
wait.

Wait till you hear what I came up with.

Thank you, Betty. It's very interesting.

What is it?

The company Neil said he worked with,
Westland Engineering Corporation,

doesn't exist.

I don't understand.

It never did exist.

Which means that your brother was
deliberately lying about what he was

but the question is, why?

Jan Redlock?

Ah, you're the man from dance today.

My agent told me you'd be coming by for
the interview.

I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not
from dance today.

You're not.

My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator. I'd like to ask you a few

questions. About what?

Do you know a man named Neil Giroux?

Yes. When's the last time you saw him?

About a week ago.

Why? He disappeared last night.

Disappeared? Yes, I'm afraid so. What do
you know about him?

I'm not sure. Sometimes I think I know
everything, and other times he's a total

stranger.

I know he's very successful.

Something to do with heavy machinery.

He likes to travel a lot.

Do you know where he travels to?

No. Whenever I would ask, he managed to
change the subject.

I used to kid him about being a secret
agent.

What else?

I know I love him.

And I think he loves me and his way.

But I also know that he's seeing someone
else.

Maybe that's where he's disappeared.

With her.

Why don't you tell me about it?

It could be so very helpful.

His sister's awfully worried about him.

Well, about six weeks ago, he broke a
date with me at the last minute.

He said it was business.

I didn't believe him.

So I waited outside of his place and
then followed him to an apartment on

Vista. Not exactly an office building.

Did you get a look at the girl?

No.

I suddenly got an attack of pride.

So I went home, packed, left the next
morning to do a television show in New

York. I was gone about two weeks.

What was that address?

Mr. Jones, this isn't very easy for me.

I'm sure it isn't. I can appreciate
that. But it would help so very much if

could give me that address.

315 South Laura Vista, apartment 7.

Thank you very much Good luck on the
interview

Well, that's one lock you won't be able
to open with a plastic credit card.

Thanks, J .R. That's really nice of you.

Well, you're easy to be nice to.

But listen, I got an idea.

It's been a long day and you're probably
hungry, so why don't I run out and pick

something up?

What do you like?

Italian?

Chinese?

Couldn't. I'm too worried about Neil.

Oh, come on, Penny. It's going to work
out. You'll see. Look, as soon as we

straighten this out, you and I are going
to celebrate.

Because I know this terrific place at
the beach with candlelight, lobster,

wine. How's that sound?

Sounds great.

I'll take a rain check, okay?

Yeah.

I'll get it.

Oh, excuse me.

Doesn't Neil Jerome live here anymore?

Yes, I miss Sister Peggy.

Peggy? Jim Rhodes.

You don't remember me.

Jim Rhodes.

Jim!

Come in.

Come in.

I'm sorry.

It's just been such a long time. It
certainly has.

The last time I saw you, you were about
that high. You had freckles, skinned

knees, and braces.

Well, on the bright light, you can still
see the freckles.

I can't get over it.

Didn't Neil tell me you're living in
Paris?

Yes, I was. I just got back last week.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Jim, this is J .R. Jones.

Hi, Jim.

This is Jim Rhodes, an old friend of
Neil's. Nice to meet you.

Now, where is that tiger? I phoned him I
was going to be in town.

He's not here.

Well, where is he?

Last night he was in an accident.

Hit and run.

I went to get help when I came back. He
was gone.

No one's seen him since.

I don't understand. You mean he just
disappeared?

Yes.

I've hired J .R. to help find him.

Are you with the detective agency?

Yeah. When was the last time you saw
Neil?

Oh, it's been over a year.

I've been out of the country also. I
work for an oil company in Tehran.

Excuse me.

Tehran.

Sounds... Hello?

Sounds interesting.

Yes, it is. Very interesting. Hold on,
please.

J .R., it's Mr. Jones.

Thank you.

So... Yeah, Barney.

Everything all right over there?

Fine. What'd you find out?

I found out the address of another girl
Neil was seeing.

I'm on my way over there now.

Well, listen, maybe I'll join you.

Peggy will be okay. She's with a friend
of Neil's.

315 South Lower Vista.

I'll see you out front.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Any news?

Not yet.

Listen, I'll call you back.

Nice meeting you. Same here.

Hey, come on, Peg.

I'm sure there must be some simple
explanation.

Where is it, Neil?

Now, what have you done with it?

Where did you put it, Neil?

Where, Neil?

Sounds like he's saying Ivan.

Who is Ivan, Neil?

Neil, where is it? Where did you put it?

Give him another shot.

He needs his rest, Mr. Buchanan. And I
need information. Now you bring him,

Well, are you sure this is the right
address?

That's exactly what I pictured for Neil.

Candy Mason.

Oh.

And here I thought it was going to be
just another run -of -the -mill evening.

Miss Mason?

My friends call me Candy.

I wonder if we could talk to you for a
few minutes inside.

Mm -mm.

Outsides for talk, insides for action.

I'm afraid you misunderstood.

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

This is my associate, Jedediah Jones.

I always wanted to meet the Jones boys.

What do you want?

You know a guy named Neil Giroux?

It's possible, but I'm not very good on
names.

Well, he was seen entering your
apartment.

When? About six weeks ago. This
apartment here?

Number seven.

Well, then he wasn't coming to see me
because I've only been here a couple of

weeks. I used to live upstairs, but
after the murder, they couldn't give

place away, so I got it for a steal.
Twice the space, half the rent.

What murder was that?

You didn't read about it?

There was a man who was shot dead right
there in that living room.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I remember reading
something about that.

A guy named Smith.

Harry Smith.

Yeah, I was doing my midterm on homicide
when I noticed the item. About six

weeks ago.

You know, you would be surprised how
many Smiths and Joneses there are in

trap.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Nothing personal.

Was the killer ever caught?

He's still on the loose, even though we
did give the police a description.

Well, you saw him?

Some of us did, when he was running down
the hall.

What did he look like?

Well, he was tall.

I'd say he was over six feet. He had a
good build, like an athlete.

And he had dark brown hair.

You know, he was kind of cute.

He looked like that?

You know something? He sure did.

But I told the police he was moving so
fast. You see how dark these corridors

are.

I wouldn't want to swear to it in court,
but oh boy, did that look like the

killer to me.

If all my dinner dates ain't as little
as you, I'd be a rich man by now.

Jim, I warned you I wouldn't be very
good company.

Look, you've got to remember, there is a
logical explanation for everything.

including what happened to Neil. So just
hang in there, all right?

I'm trying.

I know you are.

Look, I still say Neil is going to be
all right.

Peg, I have known him a long time.

He can handle anything.

Believe me, he can.

I sure hope so.

Yeah.

Look, why don't you get us some coffee,
huh?

Okay. All right.

Hello?

Yes, he is.

Hold on, please.

It's for you. Who knows you're here?

Oh, I left a number with the hotel in
case my office wanted to get in touch

me. I hope you don't mind.

It could be important.

Of course not.

Well, you can take it over there if you
want. Yeah, thanks.

Hello.

Yes, did you get those contracts?

What have you got?

Nothing yet, Mr. Buchanan.

I'm not even sure she knows anything.

How's it going on your end?

Well, we've given him a drug.

It seems like he's saying the word
Ivanhoe.

Does that mean anything to you?

Yes, well, I'll look into that.

Coffee will be ready in a minute.

Fine.

We used to go to a restaurant by that
name in San Francisco, but I...

I can't see the connection.

The only thing I can think of is the
book.

It's the book.

Just hold on a minute.

I think I found it, Mr. Buchanan. Looks
like a key to a safety deposit box.

Get right over here.

Yeah, okay. I'll be right there.

Peg?

Peg?

Everything okay?

Something important's come up and I've
got to go.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

That's how it is with the old business.

Never sleeps, never takes a vacation.

Look, I'll call you tomorrow.

Get some rest, huh?

Okay, I'll let myself out.

Very good, Lieutenant.

May we have a few minutes of your time?

Did you find me anyway, Barney? It's my
day off.

Well, I knew you needed to practice.

There was a murder about six weeks ago,
a fellow named Harry Smith.

Yeah? Well, can you tell us something
about it?

It's hard to tell.

He was shot to death.

It's not a very nice neighborhood.

Well, I've been in worse, so we checked.

His name isn't Harry Smith at all. It's
Leo Patterson.

We heard he was some kind of a big -time
gambler or something.

You know, you're getting more like him
every day.

Let's go in here.

What, uh... What else is here?

Well, he, uh... Seems to have overplayed
his hand a little while back. He ripped

off some people in Chicago for about
$200 ,000.

They didn't like it. They let a contract
on him. Any idea who...

Took the contract, you think?

No, just that he's one of the best in
the business.

The past three years alone, he's hunted
down and killed five men.

How do you know it's the same hitman?

Same M .O.

Right down to packing his own bullets.

But he's slipping, Barnaby.

Because the last time there were
witnesses?

Maybe they couldn't pick him out of a
lineup, but it means he's getting

careless. And I don't think that endears
him very much to the people he works

for. Any idea who that might be?

Ever hear of a man named Paul Buchanan?
Just the usual rumors. He was behind

some very important hits, contracted for
by the mob.

Some.

Dig behind his classy real estate
operation.

Our intelligence people tell us that he
runs an organization that makes Murder

Incorporated seem like a Wednesday night
sewing circle.

There's no hard evidence, all right?

Oh, but that couldn't change if we find
the man who snuffed out Patterson.

Before Buchanan decides that a careless
professional murderer is a dead

professional murderer?

Something like that, yeah.

What's your interest in this thing
anyway?

Well, you know that accident case that
I've been working on I told you about?

I think there's a tie -in.

Oh. Well, I was going to call you on
that anyway.

We picked up a man who owns a car that
matches the description we got from

Giroux. The hit -and -run driver?

Yeah, we expect a confession any minute.

Any connection to Buchanan?

No. No, it's just some damn fool who had
too much to drink.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

We'll be in touch.

All right.

Well, how's our patient today, huh?

You look like a million dollars.

Here, easy does it now. Come on.

In we go.

Easy now.

Go in there.

Attaboy.

You know, you can't be too careful,
Neil.

I almost forgot about that gun.

That's how much I trusted you to deep
sixes.

Yeah, well, it's like you always said,
Paul. Trust is for the banks, isn't it?

Tell me, Neil, how long has it been
since I went on my last hit with you,

That, uh, that big moth in Detroit that
I blew up.

What was that, about 10, 11 years ago?

Something like that.

And all the time, you kept the gun I
used squirreled away with my

on it.

Oh, Neil. Now, what kind of a friend are
you, huh?

Well, you knock it off.

I didn't lose that gun because I needed
life insurance. I figured someday you'd

be putting a contract out on me.

Well, now, what did you expect?

You blew the Patterson hit. He's dead,
isn't he?

Sure, sure, sure.

But a couple of people saw you running
away.

Now, they nail you.

Now, where does that leave me?

You know I'd never talk.

In my heart, I know.

But, Neil, there are other people to
consider.

Business is business.

Oh, Neil.

Why didn't you quit when you had the
chance, huh?

Why did you have to get so greedy, huh?
I guess I'm like you, Paul. I figured

I'd go on forever.

What about Paul Buchanan?

Paul Buchanan?

Neil's never mentioned his name. Who is
he?

He's what they call a contractor.

He doesn't build houses or buildings. He
contracts to kill people.

I don't understand. What would Neil be
doing with a man like that?

Peggy, recently a contract was put out
on a gambler, and we believe that Neil

was spotted leaving the scene of the
murder.

Neil?

We're not absolutely certain, but we're
pretty sure that your brother works for

Buchanan. Could be even his top man.

Neil, a killer?

What are you talking about? I believe...

lying to me look if you know anything
you don't know him he's my brother he

couldn't hurt anyone not neil jr you've
got to tell me it's not true jr tell me

it's not true wish i could i'm sorry god
i'm sorry

here's the key.

Neil, no tricks.

You got all the cards, Paul.

May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to get something out of my
box, 714.

Just sign your name here and your box
number.

Are you both going in?

Yes.

Then you'll have to sign on this line
right here.

Mr. Giroux.

Would you mind signing your name again,
please?

The signature on your application is a
little bit different.

You're pulling anything.

That's better.

Signatures have a way of changing over
the years.

This way.

You okay, Mr. Jones?

All right, let's have it.

So this is what all the commotion was
about.

Yeah, that's it.

Now let's have it back again.

What are you doing?

Don't you forget, I've got nothing to
lose.

Miss?

Yes?

Finished? Thank you.

Have a nice day.

It's beginning to look up.

This way.

Right this way, Sam. Nice and easy.

Get up here.

Now, beat it.

Stay put, man. Just stay where you are.

You're not going to get away with it,
Neil.

Get him. I'll get the challenge.

Hello? Peggy, this is Betty. Is Barnaby
there?

Yes, he was, but he left, Betty.

About how long ago?

Oh, Betty, can you hold on, please?
There's somebody at the door.

Jim! Get your coat. Why? What's
happening? I'll tell you in the car.

Jim, I'm on the phone. What are you
talking about? I have to... I'm sure

not very important.

to walk out of here like two old friends
going for a Sunday drive and you better

cooperate with me if you want to see
your brother alive again.

Let's move.

Oh, Barnaby, thank heaven.

What's the matter?

Well, I was just talking to Peggy and a
man came to her door, told her to put on

her coat. She asked where they were
going and... He didn't say. Then someone

hung up the phone. I tried calling her
back, but no answer.

Any idea who the man was?

I'm positive I heard the name Jim.

Oh, anyway, that friend of Neil's I met
yesterday, Jim Rhodes.

Anything further on Paul Buchanan?

Oh.

He seems to do rather well in, uh, real
estate.

Office buildings.

Apartments. He has his mortgages and
blood, no doubt. Nice guy.

Wait a minute.

What'd you find?

Suncrest Sanitarium, Palisades Road.

If Neil was hurt in that accident... And
at some place they could have taken

him. Go check that out.

Keep trying, Peggy. See what you can get
on Jim Rhodes.

Will do.

Hold on.

Tim.

Neil?

I figured I wouldn't have to wait too
long to hear from you.

Yeah, well, you better listen to what I
have to say now. I'm ready to make a

deal. I'm listening.

I want a half a million for that gun.

That's a lot of money.

It's peanuts compared to spending the
rest of your life in prison.

Well, I guess you do have a point.

But before we shake on it...

There's someone here I think you should
talk to.

Neil?

Peggy, what are you doing there?

Jim Rhodes brought me here.

Neil, the things they've been telling me
about you, they're true, aren't they?

Okay, Neil, my turn.

You have one hour to turn over that gun.

What happens to my sister?

You deliver.

She walks out free.

If you don't, you leave me no choice.

Understand? I understand.

Well, it looks peaceful enough.

Maybe that's why they call them
sanitarians.

I want to be over there.

It's Jim Rhodes.

Take a look down there.

Doesn't he look like the fellow that was
in the picture that Peggy gave us?

Oh, yeah, you're right. That's Neil
Giroux.

Something funny is going on here, boy.

Well, there's no way to point out what.

Hang up, Neil.

Now, look, whatever Buchanan is paying
you, I'll double it.

Wrong team.

We're working for Peggy.

We're helping her try to find you.

Peggy, always the family warrior.

You're not going to use that thing to
force me to go home like a bad boy, are

you? I understand the police are looking
for you, too.

You've got to believe me.

I haven't got time to paint in the soft
colors.

You're getting in my way now. It could
cost part of your life.

Why would Buchanan want to hurt your
sister?

That's who Jim Rhodes delivered her to,
isn't it?

Yeah. What does he really want?

Me.

And his gun.

Why?

Buchanan used it on a hit some time ago.
His fingerprints are all over it.

You've got to be kidding if you think
he's going to let her go after he gets

hands on that.

It was a long shot. I had to take a
chance. I thought I had a chance until I

Rhodes outside.

So you thought you'd make a phone call
and negotiate a new deal?

Lousy odds, but I don't care about
myself anymore.

I've got to get Peggy out of there.

All right, Neil, make your call.

But if you don't mind, I'll tell you
what to say.

Get the gate.

Let's have the gun. I told you what I
wanted over the phone.

You get the gun when she drives out of
here.

Sure, Neil, sure.

That's the deal.

Peggy. Are you all right?

You've got to trust me no matter what
happens.

You trust me.

We've wasted enough time, Neil.

Start driving to the front gate.

All right, Neil.

I kept my end of the bargain.

Now let's have the gun.

The other one, too.

Close the gate! What are you doing?

Get the girl!

Easy, Neil, easy. Let's go.

I'll take your gun out, throw it on the
ground.

Hold it!

That would be a big mistake.

I take his word for it.

Hey, don't feel bad. It wasn't your
fault.

Why did you do it?

I don't know. It was easier paid. It was
the shortest cut to the things that I

wanted, I guess.

Peg, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry it all turned out this way.

Me?

All right, come on, let's go.

Come on, Jerome.

Come on.