All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s08e09 False Witness

Barnaby Jones. A QM production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Schera.

With guest stars Lynette Mette.

Chip Lucia.

Robert Dobby.

Tony Isley.

Paul Mantee.

Tonight's episode, False Witness.

Pete, you're not leaving so soon.

Well, you try teaching shop to high
school kids all week long, and then you

volunteer to do the same thing here
three nights a week.

On top of that, all right?

Pete, come on. You can't go until Leslie
gets here. The whole point of this

party is for Leslie to get to know
everyone better. She has been here a

already. You haven't met her yet.

She doesn't know what she's missing, and
you can tell her that I have a

sparkling wig and that I'm a bright
conversationalist. Mr. Humble.

Mm -hmm.

Good night. Ciao.

I wonder where she could be.

She better get here soon, or I am going
to watch all these hors d 'oeuvres all

by myself.

It's only because you keep those
feelings bottled up inside you that

problems occur.

We'll talk more about this tomorrow.

Poor Dr. Jessup. No rest for the weary.

I seem to remember Freud taking some
time out for parties.

You're beginning to sound like my wife.

Where is Leslie anyway? It's 8 .30. I
spoke to her on the phone and called her

out and she was just leaving the house.

Well, I just called.

The babysitter said she left right after
talking to you.

She could have stopped someplace,
wouldn't she?

This time of night?

He raped me.

Lord.

Leslie.

Nightmare for her, Barnaby. I mean,
that's the only word I can think of to

describe it.

How's Leslie holding up?

I haven't talked to her.

Nathan answered the phone when I called
yesterday.

Said she felt she needed more time to be
alone.

Yes, that's understandable.

But given time, I'm sure she'll come
around with the help of her family and

friends like you.

Well, here's the graphology report on
the Rankin extortion case.

I'd better get to that title. Oh, Betty,
Betty, you're probably going to want to

hear this. I ran into Lieutenant Biddle
at police headquarters.

He said they have a guy down there who
they think might be Leslie's attacker.

They have? Yeah, they stopped him for
running a red light a couple of blocks

from Webster House about the time of the
rape.

And he'd been drinking. They found out
that the car he was driving wasn't his.

They must have more if they're calling
him a suspect.

Yeah, he's got a record for beating up
women.

The only problem is Leslie doesn't want
to go down and pick him out of a lineup.

She doesn't?

And if he can't charge him, then he has
to release him.

Oh, I know Leslie has every...

right to be upset, but I... Betty, why
don't you go and have a talk with her?

Take the morning off.

Oh, Barnaby, I already feel guilty about
taking those extra long lunches I take

twice a week for my work down at Webster
House.

I'd say this is just as important.

Hello, Nathan. Betty, I was just about
to call you, ask you to drop by.

Nathan, what's this about Leslie
refusing to go to police headquarters?

She just fit there.

She barely even talks to me.

And the baby?

She hasn't touched the baby.

That's a classic syndrome. She's
obviously internalizing her feelings.

Humiliation. Shame.

Damn it. It's my wife I'm talking about,
not some textbook therapy case.

I've never felt so completely helpless
in my life.

Maybe... Maybe you could say something
that I can.

Something to... to reach her.

Hello, Leslie.

How are you?

Oh, you don't, baby. You know, I can't
believe how much Cheryl's grown since I

saw her last.

I just

thought about the day you heard

you were pregnant. You said, finally,
finally.

I do believe you were about the happiest
girl in the world then.

I'd really give anything to see you
happy like that again.

Betty, I really don't want to talk about
it. Honey, you have to.

It happened.

And the only way you're ever going to be
able to put it behind you is to face

it.

To rehearse this little speech with
Nathan?

But he's hurting, too.

I don't know what to say to people.

What?

Everybody knows.

You're talking as though... You sound
like you feel you're to blame for what

happened.

I just feel so... dirty...

for Nathan, Cheryl.

Honey, please.

Don't put that on yourself.

Why did it happen? Because that man is
sick.

And you just happened to be there.
That's all.

Don't you see it? Yes.

I just need time to think it through.

You'll have time.

But, honey, the police can't hold that
man forever.

Maybe he's not the right man.

Maybe he is.

If you don't tell them, they're going to
have to let him go.

He'll be back on the streets.

What happens if he hurt someone else?
What about the next woman he rapes and

maybe kills?

Joan, I'm not responsible for that.

Oh, I'm sorry you are.

Leslie, you are responsible.

And I don't mean just to yourself.

To me.

To every woman.

You owe it to her.

What kind of a world?

Is Cheryl going to grow up in if we
don't do something about it?

All right.

Will you go with me, Betty, to the
police?

Of course I will.

Now, I want you to take your time, Mrs.
Jessica.

Look at each man very carefully.

I don't think he's there, Lieutenant.

You haven't really looked, Mrs. Jessup.
John, this isn't easy for him.

I appreciate that, Betty, but please,

Mrs. Jessup, won't you take another
look?

It was dark in that cellar.

I could hardly see.

Anything, Mrs. Jessup.

A familiar gesture.

Something in the way he carries himself.

Anything like that could be useful.

Mrs. Jessup.

That's him. The one in the middle.
That's the man.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Number three.

Take him downstairs and book him.

Arraignment will be tomorrow morning.

We won't need you in court, Mrs. Jessup,
until the preliminary hearing in two

weeks. Excuse me, Lieutenant. Can I bail
out my brother now?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Tucker.

I'm afraid Eddie will be our guest a
little longer. We'll be adding charges

the ones already filed.

More charges?

If I were you, I'd hire a good lawyer.

Jay, they're hanging me for something I
didn't do. Get me out of here.

They say that the perfect has the
hardest. I think the worst is over,

I feel that way, too.

We appreciate your help, Mrs. Jessup.

I'll see you later, Beth.

Well, you think you're going to feel all
right to take over one of your classes

on Wednesday at the center?

I don't know.

Honey, the sooner you start getting your
life back together again, the better.

Okay. I'll be there.

I said, what if you don't have the
experience and the interviewer wants all

references?

Oh, uh, well, don't lie, for one thing.

Be straight, sincere.

It'll impress them to know that you
really want the job.

Remember that on -a -job interview
attitude.

is the key word.

Well, how do you make yourself
comfortable in this dude's office? I

you allowed to smoke?

What?

Smoke. Oh, uh, yes, Eric.

Oh, uh, wait a minute. Didn't you say
last week that we should at least ask

permission before we smoked or anything
like that?

Yes, I did. I'm sorry.

Well, at the present time, Mr. Marder,
she types 40 words a minute. But as I

understand, she is improving every day.

If her students come off as uptight as
Mrs. Jessup on their interviews, none of

them will get jobs.

Okay, that's enough for today, everyone.

Remember, Friday night we'll run through
the simulated interviews.

Yes, thank you so much. Uh -huh, bye
-bye.

This idea of throwing myself back into
my work wasn't all it's cracked up to

Can't you wait to do that?

Hey, I waited till after your class,
didn't I?

All right, all right.

Come on, relax.

I know it's rough, but you're going to
come through. I know you are.

I wish I inspired that much faith in
myself.

Oh, hey, listen, you came through for
the police, didn't you? I mean, picking

that man out of the lineup wasn't that
difficult, was it?

You certainly look like the right man.

Leslie, did I hear what I thought you
said?

He looked like the man?

Tucker was the man, wasn't he?

Sure. I mean, I told everyone it was
dark in that cellar.

Leslie, you made a positive
identification.

Well, you saw how nervous he was.

He wouldn't have been so nervous if he
didn't have something to hide, would he?

Leslie, do you hear what you're saying?

Of course he was nervous.

I mean, he was pulled off the streets
and put in front of a police lineup. Who

wouldn't be nervous?

I picked the right man, didn't I?

Tucker was the suspect.

Yes, well, isn't that what you wanted?
An end to this nightmare?

Okay, picking Tucker was an end. Of
course he's the right man.

Leslie, I don't want to talk about it
anymore.

Something sporty for you, ma 'am.

I'm afraid I'm not in the market, Mr.
Tucker.

Wait.

Police headquarters, right?

Yes.

You're the one that identified my
brother?

No.

I'm Betty Jones. I am a friend of Mrs.
Jessup's, though.

What do you want?

I'd like to talk to you about the police
report you filed.

Thanks to your friend, I'm having to
take out a second mortgage on my home.

They just boosted Eddie's bail to $40
,000, and for what?

For running a red light in a car he
borrowed from the lot.

Employees do that all the time.

He works here?

Yes, two weeks since he came down from
Portland. I got him hired on as a junior

salesman.

Well, what I'm really interested in is
the time that you mentioned in his

You said he left here at a quarter after
8?

Around 8 .15. He had to be at some dumb
poker game at 8 o 'clock, and he was

late.

The gambling and the drinking, the kid's
a heartache to me.

What you're saying is that he was here
while the attack on Mrs. Jessup was

going on.

That's what I keep trying to tell the
police, but nobody's going to take my

against that lady's.

They think I'm lying because Eddie's my
brother.

Listen, he's made a lot of mistakes in
his life, but Eddie is no rapist. That's

an innocent man. You and your friend are
railroading.

Well, they said you want to help me if
you can I Don't see how you're a friend

of the woman who put me here Well, the
fact is mr. Tucker. I don't know if I

help you But I do want to help mrs.
Jessup and the only way to do that is to

it the proof.

Oh So that's what you have Truth Session
maybe all the gory

details come off it

Believe me, if you are responsible for
what happened to my friend, I won't shed

a tear when they lock you up for good.

Well, I didn't do it.

Is that going to be your plea, Eddie?

Not guilty?

The same plea that the jury in
Providence rejected when they sent you

18 months to Rhode Island State Prison?

Yeah, well, if you know that, then you
know the conviction was for assault and

not rape.

Only because you finally pleaded guilty
to the lesser charge.

Because it never happened.

Oh, sure, she cried rape to the judge.

I want her sympathy from the judge.

The fact is, I only hit her once.

Oh, I see.

Mr. Nice Guy.

All right. I mean, how long does a guy
have to pay for one lousy mistake?

I served my time.

I got a nice job in Portland as a
mechanic. Everything was cool.

Until new management took over the
company. And they ran a background check

the employees. And my record came out.

All right.

Two weeks ago, you moved down here to
Los Angeles.

Started work at the car lot with your
brother.

You're making half of what I made
before.

First, I said this job's a pit.

But the manager liked me. He didn't even
talk about boosting me up to a regular

salesman. And he even knew about my
record.

Next thing I know, I'm Jack the Ripper.

If things were going so well for you,
your brother mentioned drinking,

Why?

Look, I said I'm straight. I'm not a
monk.

You know, I don't even know why I'm
talking to you.

Because that friend of yours lied.

Now, wait a minute.

No, you wait a minute. You know, if
you're even interested in the truth, you

know that I didn't do it.

Because I was drunk.

Did Jessica Pullman say anything about
the man stinking of booze? No.

That's not much of a defense.

No, it doesn't make much of a difference
either. Because nobody gives a damn.

The ape's back in his cage.

Lady, why don't you just stick with your
tea parties? You know, you might get

your nails dirty hanging around jails.

It's not what he... There.

So, all right, it's what I felt.

Did you believe him?

I don't know, J .R. I just think there's
room for doubt.

Nothing Tucker says discounts Leslie's
identification.

No one knows that better than I.

The stigma of rape hangs over that man's
head because I pushed Leslie into that

identification.

All right, look, if Leslie sticks by her
I .D., the police are going to go ahead

with their case against Tucker.

But there is a simple enough solution.

Right. If Leslie reconsiders and admits
that she might have made a mistake in

the identification, and if this bothers
you that much, Betty, why don't you talk

with her?

I still might be able to reach her. She
has a class at the center. I shouldn't

have to say this, Betty, but you were
perfectly right in encouraging her to

the identification.

If she made a mistake, that's her
responsibility.

I could chant that over and over again
to myself, Barnaby. It still won't wipe

Eddie Tucker's face from my mind.

Thanks for saying it anyway.

See ya.

What I'm wondering, Mr. Thrill, is if
you have to have a long flame at the end

of a welding torch in order to get it
working right. No, half an inch will get

it burning nice and blue.

And that's all you need.

All right, I'll see you later up in the
shop. Okay. Yo, Betty!

You know, I was just going to leave a
note in your office.

Oh, what can I do for you, Pete? Well,
not for me. You know Joey Rothman? Yes.

Well, there's a job opening for a lathe
operator at Chalkstone Construction, and

I think he's good enough for the job.
Oh, well, I'll call the personnel

That's terrific.

Oh, great.

Have you seen Leslie?

Well, seen her? You know, I haven't even
met that lady. From what's happened

around here, I'm surprised that she's
still around.

Hi, Mrs. Jones.

Oh, Elaine, I'd like to see you.

Thanks, Pete. Thank you. Hi.

Hi. I'm a little late for typing. Oh,
I'll walk along with you.

I got a call from Mr. Marder of Great
Pacific Insurance Company. You have your

appointment tomorrow morning, and there
is the address.

So soon?

I don't think I'm ready. What am I going
to say?

Honey, relax. You'll have plenty of time
in Mrs. Jessup's class tonight to go

over everything that we've taught you
about job interviews.

I sure hope Mrs. Jessup's got her act
together by tonight.

Elaine, don't you think you're being a
bit harsh?

Oh, no, I didn't mean it that way. I
know it's been rough on her, but at

the police nailed the guy.

It's too bad they didn't get the one who
got me.

I mean, if only they had cut down all
the bushes sooner or put up more lights.

Elaine, wait.

Are you saying that you were raped, too?
Oh, no, Mrs. Jones. At least it didn't

get that far.

The guy grabbed my purse and ran into
the bushes when I screamed.

That was about it.

When did this happen?

Oh, five, six weeks ago, before you even
got here.

The police found it later in the cellar,
empty.

Tell him. Elaine, do you think it's
possible that this could be the same man

attacked Mrs. Jessup?

I couldn't say. I didn't see his face.
It was really dark and it happened fast.

Do you know if there are any other girls
who've had the same kind of problem?

Patrona Perez.

She was raped. I don't think it was
here, though.

Patrona?

I placed her the first week I came here
and she never said anything to me.

I don't think she even told the police.

Do you know any other names?

No, but someone who would know is Dr.
Jessup. When girls have problems, they

used to go and talk to him about it.

Yes, Betty.

Fred's girl came to me with a problem.

You can't expect me to break a
confidence in discussing her case. Or in

disposing the names of any others who
might have come to me with the same

problem. Nathan, don't you see?

If there were other girls...

at Webster House, who were victims or
near victims of the rapist, and it can

proved that the attacker in each case
was the same man, then that would clear

Tucker. He was living in Portland until
two weeks ago.

Betty, why are you doing this?

Why can't you just let the wounds heal?

Forget about it like I have to forget.

Leslie, please believe me.

I'm doing this because I'm your friend.

You...

We may have made a horrible mistake.

I'm talking about a man's life.

Well, the police don't think I made a
mistake.

Leslie... You didn't go through the hell
I went through, Betty.

Staring into that madman's face.

Those angry brown eyes.

Honey... You've never said anything
about the color of his eyes.

Please. I need to know there's someone
who understands what I'm going through.

Look, Betty, I believe that what you're
doing, that you think it's right, but

you're mistaken.

You weren't there.

You know I wouldn't lie about a thing
like that. Of course you wouldn't, not

intentionally.

But, honey, isn't it possible that
you're remembering the color of his eyes

after the fact, after you've seen Eddie
Tucker, whose eyes happen to be brown?

No, it isn't possible.

Look, Betty.

I'm going to be needing a little more
time to myself.

I see.

What about your work at the center?

You'll just have to get along without
me.

Nathan, please.

Before things get any worse than they
already are, give me those names of the

other girls.

There are only two.

Besides Perez.

Talk to Angela Dwyer.

I can't wait to shower and wash out the
smell of this joint. We'll go to my

place. Did Mr.

Constantino say what time he wanted me
on the lot tomorrow?

I meant to talk to you about that. The
boss feels that under the circumstances

with the publicity and everything
that... What? Maybe it'd be better if

Maybe he took a vacation? Well, there
goes the sales job.

He didn't say that.

It's always some woman. Eddie, what are
you going to do?

You don't want to know, Jay.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. I have to
put up a house to get you out of here,

everything I own.

You've got to stay straight. I mean it.
Just stay away from that woman.

Sure, Jay.

Sure.

It's disconnected.

There's no new number.

All right, operator. Thank you. I
appreciate your help.

Still can't reach Angela Dwyer, huh?

Angela was a friend of Petronas. Aren't
you looking for her, too?

Yes. I don't know how to reach her until
she's at her job tomorrow.

Well, you got your hands full for now.

Mrs. Jessup's class is waiting.

And then one summer when I was 16, my
uncle gave me a job.

Elaine, wait a minute. Did everybody
catch it?

Look at yourself. Your body language.

You know what it says?

It says I'm uptight.

I could care less about this job. I want
to get out of here.

Just remember, you have a better chance
of your personality.

Mrs.

Jones, are you all right?

Wait a minute.

What the hell were you all night?

What are you, my keeper?

I had a poker game. The police came by,
Eddie. They're looking for you again.

I think you tried to wipe out that
witness.

Wipe out what witness?

That Jessup woman. Somebody shot up her
classroom and they think it was you.

Eddie, don't run!

Hola, patrona.

Señora Jones, how nice to see you again.

What happened? Oh, just a little
accident.

Patrona, how are you enjoying your job?

It's wonderful.

I have you to thank.

They would have revoked my green card if
I didn't find a job after the dress

shop closed down.

Patrona, I came here for another reason.

Yes?

I wanted to talk to you about something
that happened to you.

While you were still coming to Webster
House.

Something that you never told me.

Something bad.

A man raped you.

Didn't he?

Yeah.

Did it happen at Webster House?

No.

It happened in the hallway of my
apartment building.

I was coming home one night. Coming
home?

From Webster House?

Yes.

Go on.

He pulled me into the laundry room

and he... Patrona, did he have a gun?

Yes, but he didn't use it.

I think it was so I wouldn't scream.

Can you describe it? What did it look
like?

Just a gun.

You know, like the kind a policeman
would have.

It was white, where you hold it.

A white -handled gun?

I think so.

Trona, I want you to look at this very
carefully.

Is this a picture of the man who
attacked you?

It was dark.

Light bulbs, they were all broken.

He could have been the man.

Maybe.

Maybe.

All right.

One other thing before I go.

Would you have any idea where I might be
able to reach Angela Dwyer?

Angela? No, I don't think she ever found
a job through Webster House.

Wait, wait.

She once asked me to go with her to
where she takes dancing lessons.

A dance class?

Where? In the valley somewhere. I
couldn't go.

But why don't you ask Mr. Perilla?

Pizzarella? Our shop instructor?

He took her out a couple of times.

There you go.

All right.

There you go.

All right, it's your turn, Eric.

Good luck.

Hey, Betty, what was the name of that
girl again?

Pete, if you're stalling because you
dated a girl against the rules, I don't

care about that, really.

It's important that I find Angela.

Well, all right. I mean, what the hay,
right? It's not like I could lose my

is it? Yeah,

sure, you know, Angela went out with me
a couple of times, but where you can

find her?

I mean, I don't have the foggiest idea.

Hey, I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Listen, can I use your phone?

Oh, yeah, go ahead. It's right in the
back over there. Thank you.

Betty, have you any idea how many dance
studios there must be in the Valley? And

what is she into anyway?

Is she into ballet or tap or disco?

A roller disco? You know, the list goes
on and on.

I'm sorry, J .R., but that's all I have.

Wait a minute. Here's Barnaby.

Betty.

Tucker is still on the loose. He ran
when the police approached him.

Barnaby, I swear, the more questions I
ask, the more answers I get, the more

convinced I am that Tucker is not our
man.

It has to be some other man that's been
attacking all these girls around the

center. Well, maybe we better turn our
thinking inward.

Can you get me a list of all the male
volunteers and employees at Webster

I want to run some quick background
checks.

Yeah, yeah.

In the top drawer of my desk, there's a
Webster House mailing list.

Thanks. I'll check with you later.

All right.

Thanks a lot, Abe. Hey, it's okay. Bye.

What are you doing here?

You want to help me, right?

Well, you can.

Give me your friend's home address.

Leslie? She made a mistake. You believe
that?

you i i gotta talk to her face to face
and uh and make her see that i'm not the

guy

You really shouldn't be here.

You should turn yourself in. You're not
doing yourself any good being here.

Thanks for nothing, lady.

Tucker!

I'm back. Put him on.

Right there, mister.

All right. All right.

Hands on your head.

It's your car?

Yeah, what of it?

Never saw it before, right?

What is this?

You're right, Tucker. You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

Understand that?

Tucker isn't helping us very much.

Claims he never saw that gun before in
his life.

If the bullet that was fired at me came
from that gun... Well, along with

Leslie's testimony, that would just
about fence the case against him.

So I've been right all along about that
man, Lieutenant.

It certainly seems so, Mrs. Jessup.

Betty?

Webster, huh?

No, Betty's away from the phone, J .R.
Can I take a message?

Yeah, would you do me a favor and tell
her that I let my fingers do the walking

and I hit tater here on the second page?

Angela Dwyer is enrolled at the Carmel
School of Dance and Music on Barham. I

still can't believe that I could have
been that wrong about Tucker.

Well, let's just be thankful he didn't
use that gun on you.

Excuse me, Betty. This just came from J
.R. Oh, thank you.

Angela Dwyer?

Yeah, he said to say he could catch you
there if you hurry.

Okay, thank you.

What's this?

Oh, a loose end.

Not important anymore.

Well, let's see if we can get some work
done, shall we?

Bye.

Hi, how'd your hot date with the police
computer go?

Well, no name exactly jumped off that
list. No police record or anything like

that. Back to square one, huh?

Not necessarily.

One name that just didn't add up.

No driver's license and a social
security number nonexistent.

You think it's an alias?

Or a mistake.

Barrett looking at... Why don't you give
Betty a call over at Webster House? I

just did. I guess she must be away from
the phone.

Well, we might as well take a ride over
there and talk to this Mr. Walsh. He's a

custodian.

I'll see if Betty's around you take a
look for Walsh

No, I guess Betty left for the dance
studio.

Wannabe, it's a 38. There's a box full
of them.

Where's Walsh?

The handyman?

He was working. I saw him leave just a
little while ago.

Was he here when you gave Betty that
address?

Sure. He left right after her.

Geeta, this dance studio, do you know
where it is? I know where it is.

I'll lock up when I'm ready to leave,
Mrs. Foster.

Angela. Look, I told all this to the
police once before. Some creep was

in the backseat of my car one night, and
that's all I know.

Angela, is this a picture of the man?

No. The cop's made up one of those
drawings.

The positive, you mean? Right.

Only why should they be thinking to look
around the Webster house?

I mean, wouldn't I know him if I'd seen
him around that place before? Not

necessarily. A lot of people come and go
all the time.

If he works there or occasionally comes
there, he could have seen you and

followed you.

Angela, would you come with me to police
headquarters? They must still have that

composite. We might be able to clear an
innocent man.

Oh, my God. Him.

You just couldn't leave things alone,
could you?

Betty's here all right.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What's the
matter? What's going on?

Betty?

Betty?

You all right?

Yes.

I still don't know what to say to him,
Betty.

You know, you don't have to go through
this, Leslie, if you don't want to.

Oh, yes, I do.

I owe that man an apology.

Which is only the start of what I owe
you.

I'd say that Leslie's going to make it
all right.

I know she will.

You know, it's terrific how we were
right about Tucker all the time. Isn't

funny?