All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s03e17 Dangerous Summer

Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, with
guest stars John Rubenstein,

Hilly Hicks, Catherine Cannon,

Joan Hotchkiss, Dennis Patrick.

Tonight's episode, Dangerous Summer.

What is coming?

Okay.

Whoever's in there, come out slow and
easy.

doing he shot toby didn't he he said
nothing like this was gonna happen

was supposed to get hurt toby

he's still alive it burns like fire

you gotta get me to a hospital look he's
really bleeding chris he's right

nah hospital that too many questions
you're gonna be all right toby you're

be all right chris we're gonna take a is
with his life.

Take it easy.

You know enough to take a little bullet
out.

Toby, trust you, don't you, Toby?

I am not a doctor.

You're studying to be.

That's right.

And at the lab where you work, you have
all the equipment you need.

Chris, I don't know.

You can do it.

I would trust you to do it for me.

It's okay, Warren.

Like Chris said, I don't want to get you
all in the soup.

Attaboy, Toby.

We'll put you up at my old man's lodge.
You can hold hands with Michelle until

you're well enough to go home.

Now clear up all this gear and get Toby
into the car.

Well, that's why I called you,
sweetheart, so you wouldn't have to

Listen, some of the gang and I have
decided to run down to Tijuana for the

weekend, for the bullfights.

I'll be back Monday at the latest, okay?

All right, darling.

Listen, do you have enough money?

Your father told me he cut off your
allowance.

Yeah, I have enough.

Well, you have a good time, darling.

And listen, you be careful, you hear me?

I will, sweetheart.

I love you.

Bye -bye, sweetheart.

Hey, Barnaby.

I'm glad you could make it.

Well, Milton's a lot bigger than the
ranch house you built for marrying me.

Believe me, Barnaby.

That ranch house was just as big to me.

The first real chance at something good.

I appreciate it.

Mary did, too.

We were very happy there.

Betty said you sounded worried on the
phone.

Truth is, Barnaby, scared to death.

You know Toby, my son.

He's been missing since Friday.

I'd been on a wilderness survey up north
over the weekend.

When I got in, the housekeeper was
beside herself.

She hadn't heard from Toby since early
Friday.

Did she call his friends?

All that she knew.

Toby's girl told her that he hadn't
shown up for their date on Saturday.

As soon as I heard that, I called the
police and the hospital.

Nothing, huh?

Nothing.

That's why I called Betty this morning,
Barnaby.

Look, Toby isn't the kind of a kid who'd
go this long without getting in touch.

That is, if he was able.

Well, Milt, maybe you're looking on the
dark side of this thing.

Barnaby, since Toby's mother died, that
boy and I have been close.

I know he would have called.

Maybe you better give me the name of the
young man's girlfriend.

Carol Dillon.

She's a good girl.

She lives at the University Apartments.

She's an engineering major, like Toby.

Would you happen to have a picture of
Toby that I could borrow?

Fine -looking young man.

I'll call you when I get something.

Thanks, Barnaby.

You make sure he lies still.

Warren, this is Chris.

Oh, boy, am I glad you called.

Why, what's the matter?

Toby's worse.

The bleeding started all over again.

Back to being infected. The guy just had
a bullet taken out of him. You did a

good job. Don't worry.

Chris, it's been over two days and his
fever's still very high.

Now, it could be an infection. It could
be tetanus.

just cannot handle warren you're
thinking small again will you listen to

gotta get him to a hospital okay okay
hang tight till i get up there if you

still feel that way i'll take toby to
the doctor myself that way you and

michelle won't even have to be involved
all right chris do not put me on warren

i got you into this i'll get you out oh
buddy

You know you have to concentrate and
straighten out your entry

Carol

is that Carol Dela?

Yeah, and you must be mr. Jones Toby's
father told me you'd be coming by

That was a real nice dive.

I'm afraid it won't rate more than a six
from the coach.

Well, I've always felt that a girl
should be rated on how she looks out of

water, not how she looks going into it.

With that smile, you'd rate a ten
anywhere.

You sound just like Toby.

He doesn't go in much for diving either.

But, uh... He did promise he'd come
watch me compete last Saturday.

Any idea where he spent Friday night?

Mr. Jones.

Toby and I are close.

Very close.

But you might as well know right now
that we do not share the same friends.

I just do not fit into the same circle.

Maybe you don't want to.

Oh, no, it's not that.

I tried.

Really.

But most of the time, Toby's so level
-headed.

But when he's around his friends...
Well...

He's trying so hard to prove that he's
in that he is out as far as I'm

concerned.

My wife always used to say that the
sight of a man a woman falls in love

wouldn't be recognized in his own circle
of friends.

I'll try to remember that.

You know, I could use a list of his
friends.

I'd have some place to start.

Okay. Mr. Williams told me you need some
names.

So I made them up.

Oh,

Mr. Jones, when you locate Toby, tell
him that I am upset and very angry.

But make sure he calls me right away.

Huh?

You bet I will.

You see, Chris, I told you.

It's always been like that ever since
you called. Warren, you've got to keep

your head.

I told you I couldn't handle it.

Now, what do you want me to do?

Well, first I just want you to relax a
little bit. Come on.

Come over here. I'll make you a drink.

Look at you. You're so serious.

I can't wait till you hang your shingle
out.

Dr. Warren Claxton, specializing in
catastrophic diseases only.

Hey, come on. I'm not that bad.

Well, isn't he? Tell him. You should
have a long beard down to here.

Panic really doesn't suit you, Warren.

Now, listen.

If we take Toby to the hospital, they're
going to know he's been shot, right?

Probably. All right. The moment that
happens, they automatically call the

police, and those guys are going to bear
down on Toby very hard. Now, do you

want to put him through that?

Put it like that, I don't know.

Now, I'm perfectly willing to take him
down to the hospital, but they're going

to know I didn't take that bullet out of
him. And I just don't know how long

Toby can keep from telling him who did.

You see, we could all wind up in jail.

It's Warren's decision, baby.

Now, wait a minute.

The only reason we picked your old man's
place is because you said if we got

caught, we could give the money back and
he'd never press charges, right?

Yeah, that's right. So why don't we give
the money back? Because Toby has been

shot now. It's a whole new ballgame.

And the general being what he is, he
could throw the book at us.

Forget about jail. You could kiss off
medical school, everything you've been

working for. I don't care.

I still say we take him to a hospital,
and I mean right now.

Warren!

Toby.

Toby.

Toby. Forget it, Warren. He's dead.

I warned you this could happen.

But now, Chris, what do we do now?

Looks like Toby's just left us one thing
to do.

We've got to bury him.

You can't mean that.

Oh, now, look, I don't like the idea any
more than you do, but when somebody's

killed during the commission of a crime,
the charge is first -degree murder,

even if it's one of the criminals.

He could all be charged with murder.

That's the way it goes down in the eyes
of the law.

Let's see if we can find some shovels.

This gentleman is a private detective,
Barnaby Jones.

How do you do? How do you do?

This is Michelle Simon. How do you do?
Hello.

And Warren Claxton. How do you do?

Well, I'm in luck.

You three are on my list.

On your list?

I'm looking for Toby Williams on behalf
of his father.

His girlfriend gave me a list of his
friends, and you're all three on it.

Oh, that's terrific.

Looks like your luck is really holding
up, Mr. Jones. We just had dinner with

Toby on Friday.

Oh. Your mother tells me you spent the
weekend at Tijuana.

Was Toby down there?

No, as a matter of fact, we split up
right after we left Fantella's.

The restaurant?

I don't suppose this was much of a
secret, but I don't think Toby would

Carol to find out. Oh, Chris, why don't
you just tell him?

All right.

When we came out of the restaurant, we
saw these two girls in a van.

Toby went over to talk to them, and
before we knew it, he'd split with them.

What did they look like?

Nice.

Very nice.

I'd have gone with him myself, except I
had to work.

Chris, they must have said something
about where they were going.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, one of them
mentioned Big Sur.

I think we'd be pretty safe to say that
he's in good hands.

Can I fix you a drink, Mr. Jones?

No, thank you. Oh, come on. My martinis
are legend. If you have any doubts, ask

the princess. Right, Mother?

Chris.

I don't think Mr. Jones is interested in
testimonials for your martini.

Is there anyone else who might have seen
or talked to these girls?

No, I don't... Oh, wait a minute. Jack
was there.

I've never known him to pass up a pair
like those two in his life.

Jack who?

Jack Hansberry. He's the parking lot
attendant down at Santello's. He might

able to help you.

Well, thank you very much. I'll check
with him.

If you think of anything else, your
mother has my number.

This way go off? Yes, I'll show you.
Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

Why did you do that? Why did I do what?

I thought we handled it pretty well.

Baby, you were terrific.

Well, look who taught me.

Warren, you were pretty good, too, but I
gotta say, you looked nervous.

You gotta cool it down a little bit. Why
did you have to give him Jack's name?

You know as well as I do that there was
no fan and there weren't any girls.

Jack Hansberry, please.

It's a small detail. Just a detail.

Hello, Jack.

Hey, old buddy.

I got a job for you. Oh, yeah, sure. I
remember those two chicks.

One of them was a blonde and the other
was a brunette. Out of sight.

Attractive, huh?

Attractive? Dad, they were prime.

There was this one in a halter. The
blonde absolutely took your breath away.

The more I hear about them, the better
looking they get.

Take it from me, Dad. They were choice.

I can't wait till I meet them.

Did you notice what kind of a van they
were driving?

Well, sorry, I didn't get to make, but
then I wasn't looking.

The color?

Gray, I think, but it was getting dark.

Maybe you better check with Chris in the
gang.

Jack, when Toby left with those two
girls, did you hear anyone mention where

they were going?

Big sir.

I'm sure of that because one of the
girls asked me about the drive up the

Hey, Mr. Jones, I got a few things to do
if you got no more questions.

Sure.

Barnaby Jones, were you working here
last Friday night with Jack?

I was, and I heard all the questions.

I take it you didn't like the answers?

Blue smoke.

What? I don't know what the joke is, but
Jack's giving you a real snow job.

Well, I like a joke as well as the next
fella. If it's good, I'll even pay for

it.

Oh, well.

There was no van in here Friday night.
Not with two chicks like Jack was

about. You sure?

I wouldn't have missed two numbers like
that. You can bet on that.

I just might.

Was Toby Williams in here Friday night?

Toby? Sure. He came out with Chris
Garrison's group.

But he didn't take off in any van.

Who did he leave with?

Couldn't say for sure. I didn't run
Chris's car. But you can take it from

wasn't like Jack said it was.

Mr. Jones, what can I do for you?

A couple of questions. Go right on with
your work. I'd like to see a man at his

work. My uncle used to say that there's
only one thing lazier than a man who

wouldn't work, and that's a man who
couldn't stand the sight of it.

Well, you got the wrong office, Mr.
Jones. This is physiology, not

Well, I never was good at spelling.

I really came just to check my hearing.

I did hear you say earlier that if it
hadn't been for this job, you would have

gotten into the van with Toby and the
two young ladies and taken off?

Yes, sir.

You can ask Jack. I'm sure he'd tell you
the same thing.

Oh, he heard and saw everything,
including the dots over the eyes.

Well, then I don't understand what the
problem is.

Well, it's someone else who said it was
a lie.

Well...

Maybe there's someone else just didn't
see.

He didn't see the van. He didn't see the
girls.

And he's certain about it.

Well, then he's mistaken.

Maybe.

And maybe you're the one who's making
the mistakes, huh?

It's a tough road to hoe to become a
doctor these days, especially if you're

working your way through school.

I admire any young man with the courage
to do it.

Mr. Jones.

Seems to me that you are risking an
awful lot for one small lie.

I've told you everything I know.

I have witnesses.

Witnesses can make a small lie into a
large lie in a very short time. Now,

did Toby go Friday?

Are you finished, Mr. Jones?

Only if you are, son.

If you change your mind, give me a call.

Hey, Warren.

What are you doing here?

Patio door was open.

Well, why aren't you at work?

Barnaby Jones came to see me this
afternoon.

So, you stuck to your story, right?

Yeah.

But he knows it's a lie.

Somebody at Fantello told him that there
was no van.

Well, that's all right.

With Jack, that's still four against
one.

Relax. Sit down.

I don't know about you, Chris.

I let you talk me into the robbery
because I needed the money.

But ever since Toby died... Now, wait a
minute. Come on, buddy. Have a little

style. Have a little imagination.

Now, that detective can't do anything to
us that we don't do to ourselves.

That's exactly it, Chris.

I haven't been able to sleep since it
happened.

Look, maybe we ought to go to the
police.

Hey, wait a minute. Have you forgotten
all about medical school already?

You have money now. Come on.

That doesn't matter.

Michelle, will you tell the man what
matters, please?

Warren, what... I'm only thinking about
you.

You deserve something for all of the
work that you put in.

Look, if it's Jones that's bothering
you, that's fine. Michelle and I will

him out. His family, his friends.
There's got to be a way to pressure him

No, Chris.

I just can't carry it around with me
anymore.

Look, if we go in ourselves, maybe the
court will go easier with us.

I came here to give you and Michelle a
chance to go in with me. Go in with

you?

Warren, you are the most gutless, the
most stupid... Okay, Chris.

If that's the way you want it, that's
the way you got it. But you can't say

I didn't give you a chance.

Warren? Warren!

Warren, stop it. I made up my mind.
Leave me alone. Look, I'm sorry. I'm

I didn't mean what I said in there. I
take it back, okay?

Listen, I'm going to ask Michelle to fix
us some drinks and maybe some dinner,

and we'll just sit around and we'll talk
over the phone. No more talk, Chris.

Look, I've made up my mind.

I'm going to the police right now.

All right.

Maybe that's the only way.

I hope we can still be friends, though,
huh?

Gee, I'm just sorry it had to work this
way.

I'm sorry, too, Christopher.

It's just the way it is.

Go get some trunks from the house.

Is he... Yeah, he's dead.

Hey, are you still with me?

Yeah, tell me what to do.

All right.

First we dry his things in the dryer.

Don't worry, by the time I'm through
with him, there won't be any more

about poor Warren.

I'm not worried.

I'm scared, but I'm not worried.

I always knew you were the best of them,
baby.

From now on, it's just you and me
together.

All the way.

I don't know what I said. I'm just sure
there was nothing.

Lieutenant Taylor?

Finish that off for me, will you?

Hello, Barney B. What brings you down
here?

I was on my way down here to talk to
Warren Claxton's lab supervisor.

I saw the car.

What happened?

Pool attendant found Claxton's body this
morning.

Looks like he decided to go for a swim
last night after getting off from work.

Preliminary report makes it accidental
drowning.

Anybody see him?

No, not till this morning.

You might even have a look at his
things.

Everything is here.

Billfold, change, everything.

And it is the collection's locker.

Are you satisfied?

Well, I would be if you didn't look so
grim.

Hey, Sam, give me one of those sacks,
will you? I want to take this stuff down

to the lab.

That is what you wanted, isn't it?

I cut and I asked you a couple of big
questions.

Well, when you find them, you'll be sure
to let me know.

Barnaby, what are you doing?

I didn't think you'd mind my having this
little piece.

Barnaby, that's evidence.

Why don't you just call it a souvenir
and stop worrying?

Barnaby!

A real tragedy, Mr. Jones.

Yes, I can understand that. Warren had a
fine mind. Would have made an excellent

physician. That's all he dreamed about,
you know. You know, that's funny,

because yesterday his mind seemed to be
on something else.

Tell me, Dr. Ronson...

Was there any surgical procedure
performed in the lab yesterday?

Monday? No. We were doing an inventory
on a new shipment of animals. Why? Well,

when I interrupted Warren, he was
autoclaving a tray of surgical

Could they have been left over from
Friday?

Our procedure is to sterilize everything
before we button up the lab for the

weekend. That's what I figured.

He's working with a black bag.

You think I could have a look at that?

Sure.

Of course, it could be Warren was
working on a project on his own time.

Precisely what I had in mind.

What is it?

Dears to be a pine needle.

But from where I'm standing, Doctor, it
looks taller than the whole tree.

How are you doing with Luther Burbeck?

Very well.

Species, heavy, con color, white fur.

Easily found in good winter forests at
69 ,000 feet.

And that tells us?

Well, it's fresh. It tells us that
Claxton must have spent the weekend

in these altitudes.

One thing for sure, he didn't pick up
that pine needle in Tijuana.

Betty, you got any dope on this?

Yeah, the university says the pool is
automatically kept at a constant pH of 7

.4.

The moisture I extracted from the heel
pad from Claxton's shoe had a pH of 7

not 7 .4.

But he wasn't wearing his shoes when
they found his body.

But he could have been wearing them when
he was drowned.

What conditioner did he use in the
university pool?

Sulfanic acid.

Not in here.

Cyanuric acid.

Same conditioner you find in the tablets
used in private pools.

Do you think Warren Claxton was drowned
somewhere else and then taken to the

university pool?

As sure as a scratching dog thinks he
has fleas.

Betty, call Lieutenant Taylor.

Get the pH of the water found in
Claxton's lungs.

Oh, and, uh...

Check and see if you can find out what
label was in those swim trunks he was

wearing.

We buy a lot of things at Peroni's.

My wife has a charge account there.

I can't see how this can possibly
concern Warren Claxton's death.

Mr. Thurston, Warren was wearing a pair
of Peroni's swimming trunks when they

found his body.

That's pretty expensive for a young man
who was working his way through school.

We always keep several pair on hand for
guests.

Maybe Christopher gave him one. Why
don't you ask him?

I haven't been able to locate Chris. I
was hoping to find him up here.

Mr. Thurston, do you recall having
overheard Chris or any of his friends

Toby Williams' name the last week?

You're talking to the wrong person, I'm
afraid. I'm not privy to my stepson's

personal involvements.

Well, like the spinster on our wedding
night, sometimes we know more than we

think we do.

Yes.

Sorry, Mr. Jones, if I seem distracted,
it's not for any lack of concern over

that young man you're searching for, but
we had a robbery here last Friday

night, and our own investigation is
taking most of my time.

Friday night?

How much did you lose?

Something over $200 ,000.

The touch of an older woman drives me
crazy.

How about you and me for a long weekend
in Palm Springs?

I've warned you, Chris Garrison. One of
these days, I'm going to take you up on

it. And then what are you going to do?

My plans don't go that far.

Is the general tied up? Yeah.

He's with a Mr.

Jones.

They're talking about you.

Tell Mr. Thurston I'll be back in a
minute.

Before he was knocked unconscious, our
watchman wounded one of the thieves.

Badly? Well, he seemed to think so.
There was an awful lot of blood.

Does he happen to recall how many there
were?

No.

Police seemed to think there were four.

Very professional.

They handled our security quite easily.

That's very interesting.

Oh, if you hear from Chris, would you
ask him to call me, please?

You can depend on it, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Thurston. I appreciate
your time.

I'll be hearing from you then.

Oh, it's very lovely.

Mountain forest.

You can almost hear the wind whispering
through the trees.

Is this your place?

Yes.

Fine mountain.

Tragedy is with all the work.

It hasn't been used in nearly a year.

Too bad.

You know, I think two of the saddest
things in the world are an empty house

a bobtailed dog.

Neither one can let you know how happy
they are.

Thank you again, Mr. Thurston

Michelle we've got to do something about
Barnaby Jones now

Whenever

you mr.

Jones, this is officer Franco from the
California Highway Patrol

Sir, we have an automobile accident here
involving a Mrs.

Betty Jones.

Now, is that your wife, sir?

No, it's my daughter -in -law.

How is she?

I'm afraid it's a little bit hard to
tell right now, sir. She's still pinned

under the wreckage.

Where is she?

Well, we're up here on Lipton Canyon
Road, about a mile north of Wayland. I'm

my way.

What if he doesn't come?

Don't worry, he'll be here.

I told you he'd be here.

At this speed, it's going to be easy.

You sure you feel up to this?

I'd feel a lot better if I didn't know
somebody was trying to kill me.

I feel so responsible.

I mean, if I hadn't fallen for that wild
goose chase they sent me on.

There's no way of doing it.

Like fur.

That's the same kind of fine needle that
you found in Warren Claxton's medical

bag, isn't it? Uh -huh.

I kind of have a feeling that you knew
you were going to find that kind of tree

up here.

Well, there were a lot of them in that
picture in Thurston's office.

It doesn't look as though anyone's been
here for some time.

Take a deep breath.

Well, must he?

Take a look in the bedroom.

Well, I see it didn't take you too long.

It's still fresh. You want to try it?
No, no, thanks. I'll take your word for

it. Well, you know, one thing for
certain, there's been somebody up here

the last three days.

Thurston said that nobody used this
place for months. You find anything?

No, bedroom looks fine.

Funny, though, the bed in there isn't
stripped like this one.

Now, why would anyone want to strip this
bed?

What is that?

Bloodstains. I will lay hot.

Could explain why somebody wanted to
trip the kids.

But... Barnaby, does this make any kind
of sense to you at all?

Well... It could explain why Claxton was
carrying the equipment that he was.

He may have been treating someone up
here.

Do you think it was Toby Williams?

I wish I knew it wasn't.

But somebody went to an awful lot of
trouble to stop my search for Toby.

Why here?

If he was injured, why not take him to a
hospital?

That's what worried me.

Thurston Company was held up on Friday
night.

You're way ahead of me.

One of the thieves was wounded.

If this blood matches the blood from the
scene of the crime, that may give us an

answer.

And if it matches Toby's blood type.

I don't want to contemplate that yet.

Eddie, you still have that first aid kit
in your car?

Yes, why?

We're going to repay a favor.

Yes, this is Miss Fallender from
Fallender Real Estate.

May I speak with Mr. John Thurston,
please?

I'm sorry he's not here.

Oh, I say, that's too bad. It's rather
urgent that I talk to him about the

lodge.

What about the lodge?

This is Mr. Thurston's son. Maybe I
could help you.

Yes, Mr. Thurston has me keep a periodic
check on the lodge, and when I came up

here this morning, I found some rather
disturbing things.

What kind of things?

Well, there are signs of someone using
the lodge without first obtaining a key

from me, but really what prompted me to
call was these bandages I found.

They're soaked with blood. I was going
to call the sheriff's station and let

them handle it, but I... No, don't do
that.

My father would never forgive me if I
allowed a lot of people to go tramping

around through the house upsetting
everything.

Well, someone should look into it.

Listen, you stay there. I'll be right
up.

Is he coming?

For a moment there, I was afraid he
wasn't going to take the bait.

The bait's easy.

The problem is to get him to swallow the
hook.

Hey, you made good time. I'm Joan
Ballander. We don't have very much time,

Fowler. You said you found some
bandages.

Oh, yes. Well, I left them right where I
found them. I thought the sheriff

wouldn't want anything disturbed.

I'll show you. No, no. That won't be
necessary.

We'll check the place over ourselves.

We'll make sure to call you, though, if
we need any assistance. Well, don't

hesitate. We are always at your service.

Well, thank you. It was very kind of you
to drive up.

My pleasure.

You said you cleaned everything up.

I did.

Oh, Chris, honey, I swear.

While you and Warren were out burying
Toby, I stripped that bed and I burned

everything in the fireplace.

Well, burn these.

Do you realize what this could have cost
us? Chris, I swear. Just do it now.

I'm going to get the money.

Guess we were lucky.

Looks like it's all here.

Enough to pay for the lives of two
people.

Well, actually, there's enough to pay
for three.

I gotta hand it to you, Jones, getting
us up here. Very clever.

I had a mistake.

I really didn't figure guns were your
style. I thought your line was more

swimming pools and trucks.

Never mind the bandages, Michelle.

Those stains are just mercura chrome and
iodine.

Get his gun, Michelle.

And then we're gonna help him find Toby.
That is what you wanted, isn't it,

Jones? I figured he was the one that
caught the bullet from the watchman.

you do, let him die instead of taking
him to a hospital?

No, we did everything we could.

Outside, Jones.

Come on.

Sit right there, Jones.

Pick up a shovel.

Now, wait a minute.

A man who's about to dig his own grave
is entitled to know the whole story. I

understand about the robbery.

I even understand about Toby Williams.
But why did he have to kill Warren

Claxton? Because Warren was small. He
panicked. I mean, he was going to the

police. That's where he made his
mistake. He should have had the police

him like I did.

Sheriff should be here in a moment.

Ah, Chris Bluff and Jones.

Move!