All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s04e02 Theater Of Fear

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, with
guest stars Anne Francis,

William Smithers, Daniel J. Trevanti.

Tonight's episode, Theater of Fear.

Love. Where do I find it?

In a kiss?

In a caress?

In the pain of flagellation?

Wrong, Shirley, wrong, wrong, wrong.

Agony.

Agony. The agony of flagellation.

Just checking in on my favorite star
before turning out the lights.

Oh, Bert. Thank heaven it's you.

You sound a little bit unstrung.

You haven't been getting any more crack
calls, have you? No, no. Not tonight. I

guess I'm just a little on edge.

Are you comfortable with the memorizing?

Yeah, almost.

The concentration seems to be coming
back.

You see, I knew it would.

The last thing you did before... Go on,
Bert. Say it before the fall.

Well, you know, the movies where you
only have to memorize one line before

lunch. The stage separates the models
from the magicians, my darling. You are

pure magic up on that stage.

I love you.

Keep talking.

Lou just called.

Yeah.

The theater is sold out for the entire
run here, and New York will be the same.

I wish I'd had you around for the last
three years.

Why don't you beat Agnes at some
cribbage and take a hot bath, and I'll

at ten.

I'm just gonna have to settle for
solitaire. Agnes is off tonight.

What do you mean?

Well, she's not exactly a babysitter,
Bert.

Well, I didn't want you to be alone
these last few nights, Cheryl.

Don't you worry. That wretched fox Agnes
has put a pencil line at the booze

level of every bottle in the house.

Huh. It's funny I thought I closed that.

What's the matter?

Well, I guess the wind just blew open
one of the doors downstairs.

Let me check, Bert, huh?

I think there's someone in the house.

Are you sure, Shirley? It could be
Agnes.

No, no. Nobody answered.

All right.

Shirley, you stay there.

I'm going to have Carla get on this
line. I'm going to get on the other line

call the police. We'll be right over.
All right.

But, Bert, please hurry.

Shirley, hi. This is Carla.

Are you all right?

Operator, I want the police. This is an
emergency.

Shirley?

Shirley?

Oh, please answer.

Look, just take whatever you want and
leave.

I've called the police.

I've called the police. They'll be here
any minute.

Shirley? I've called the...

Shirley!

Go.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I spoke to Lieutenant Biddle. The police
feel it was a prowler. There have been

a number of those around here lately.

Are you sure that it was a prowler?
Well, they thought it might have been

something more serious at first, but
then when Miss Evans said it was she

grabbed the scissors, the lieutenant
probably figured it was just a prowler

decided to try his luck elsewhere.

Well, I hope so, Mr. Jones. I dearly
hope so. I hope that hiring you was a

complete waste of money.

Happens that way sometimes.

But I don't think so.

I've got the biggest show of this decade
and the biggest talent of this century

opening in three days.

I hear trouble in the wings.

I think somebody's trying to sandbag my
star.

Who?

That's what I'm hoping you'll find out.

Well, my next question is why.

Why?

Why would anybody want to keep Shirley
Evans from making a comeback?

Lunacy.

The world is brimming with it.

Some nut probably wants to keep her from
appearing again.

She kind of dimmed out fast in the last
three or four years, didn't she?

Sure she dimmed out.

She lost both her parents by the time
she was 21 years old.

She had two frightful marriages in five
years. She was left with a daughter she

hardly ever got a chance to see.

She took pills to keep going.

Took pills to calm down.

She started drinking booze to make
everything look pastel and pretty.

And then I think that accident in New
York finally tore it.

Something about an unhappy ending to a
Broadway party, wasn't it? Car she was

hit and killed another young woman.

Jail?

Thelonious driving charges?

Suspended sentence.

And there went her career.

All she needed was a transfusion of
confidence and a great script and music.

rose like a phoenix.

Delicate bird to phoenix.

You think somebody declared open season?

How's she doing?

Anything but a delicate bird this
morning, Mr. Parrish.

Mr. Jones, this is Ed Davis, our
publicist. How do you do, Mr. Jones?

If they make it a routine prowler
report, I doubt the press will even pick

it. Well, I certainly hope not.

Eddie, Mr.

Jones is a private investigator.

So now that you know that, forget I told
you, okay?

Well, you didn't even have to say
anything, Mr. Parrish.

You're blooming.

Orange juice.

The neutered screwdriver.

You're a good nurse, I know.

Nurse I ain't. I'm everything else
around here but a nurse I ain't. She's a

warden. No such thing.

Shirley, this is Barnaby Jones.

Remember I told you about him? How do
you do, Mr. Jones? How do you do?

Bert, you really are too much. I mean, a
private dressing room, I expect, but a

private investigator.

Miss Evans, just think of me as a fan
looking for somebody who may not be.

Okay. But really, I think probably it
was just somebody who was after the

or the color TV.

Neither of which were taken.

Well, I should hope not.

I mean, if he was half as scared as I
was, he's probably 10 pounds lighter and

halfway to China by now.

Why don't you sit down?

Thank you.

You say he.

Did you see him?

No, not really.

As I told the police, it was like a
shadow. It all happened so fast.

Police seem to think maybe it was a
teenage prowler.

Police don't know about the phone calls,
Cheryl.

Mr. Parrish told me about your
threatening phone calls. Nobody says

They just play a recording.

Well, it was a bad enough line when I
had to say it in the film, but when

somebody plays it back to you on the
phone, it gets pretty scary.

This was a recording of your voice?

Do you ever watch the late movies, Mr.
Jones?

Constantly.

Do you remember you've destroyed
everything of value you don't deserve to

That's a familiar ring.

Miss Evans, how many people have your
phone number out here?

She has unlisted numbers on both lines,
but everybody in the company, in the

press, they all have it by now.

That narrows it down considerably.

Miss Evans, from now on, I want somebody
to be with you at all times.

Are you kidding? With this entourage?

Come on, let's get that piano player to
work, huh?

Why don't you take it easy and rest
today? I'll have Jill go through it with

cast. Oh, sure. And then on opening
night, you can go out and tell the

that Shirley Evans just doesn't have the
Heather Bloom number right yet.

But you just happen to have her
understudy, Jill Mallory, who will

for you. All right.

All right.

Why don't you two run along and I'll
stay around here and poke around a

if you don't mind.

Okay.

Hey, Mr. Jones.

You got to keep all the fingerprints you
can find.

Thank you.

Shirley.

Shirley.

I got to talk to you. She doesn't want
to talk to you. You got it, Kilgore.

Shirley. Get in the car, Shirley. Stop
ordering her around.

Well, I'll order you around.

Now, leave her alone.

She doesn't need you anymore.

Drown yourself in a bottle if that's
your style, but stay away from her.

Get in the car, Shirley.

look, I'd say you could tell me what
that was all about.

Well, that's the trash my baby wound up
with when she stopped listening to me.

Lloyd Kilgore. There used to be a famous
running back by that name.

That's him.

Old mister used to be.

Big Super Bowl star.

He hurt his back, but always gonna be a
big this or that.

The only big thing he'll ever be is a
big drunk.

And that's who Miss Evans has been
keeping company with the last two or

years?

Shirley's bright on all sides but one,
the man side.

Those two louses she married just wanted
her for a name.

She had a baby, a little girl.

Oh, has is what I've been reminding her.

If she's going to start acting again,
she might as well include acting like a

mother.

Keeping that little girl in that
boarding school, it just isn't right.

Agnes, you're sounding like you're not
too happy about Miss Evans going back on

the stage.

I know it's just going to happen all
over again.

I know it.

She just isn't ready.

If I had my way, she'd never go near
that theater.

A little finesse, a little finagle,
you're ordering toast

instead of a bagel. Ah, yes, you dropped
the name of Rose

and a little bit off the nose.

shows.

You're the picture of a shiksa.

You're going places, Heather, so pack
fast.

No, it's all right, Cheryl. It's coming
beautifully.

I'm sorry, Bert. I'm sorry. I just get
my mouth working and my feet stop.

Take ten.

Talk to your feet.

And it's gone, it's gone.

Better not let her hear you say that,
Jill.

I'm better than she is.

I won't quote you, but it's only a short
step from understudy to unemployment.

If she really knew who you are, you'd be
fired in a minute.

Well, I've done my homework.

I know where all the bodies are buried.

I didn't mean it that way.

Ryan.

Lloyd. Honey, I've got to talk to you.

Lloyd, I told you, it's all over.
Please, I need you.

Stop it.

Stop saying that.

Look, it's going to be different. You
and I will go into business together.

Lloyd, please.

No more drunk dreams.

I made a mistake.

Leave me alone, please.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, I thought I told you to stay away
from her. Just get your hands off me,

creep. Hey, hey, burn!

Not that easy, baby.

Not that...

I

take it that's not part of the
rehearsal.

An opening night, he could be a
disaster.

I sure hope Mr. Parrish hasn't picked
himself a falling star.

Uh,

eight ball off the cushion in the side
pocket.

Not quite as good as a share of the
Super Bowl, is it?

May I know you from somewhere?

Sure.

I'm the fellow you stiff -armed when you
made your end run over at the theater.

Sue me.

Well, I don't want to sue you, Mr.
Kilgore, but I would like to level with

So level.

Somebody's been trying to make a lot of
trouble from Miss Evans lately.

I've been hired to find out who and to
put a stop to it. Now, I have found that

sometimes... When you come right out and
say it, trouble stops.

And I collect my money just as you do
when you sink the eight ball.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Give me a double, Wendell.

You still here?

Yep.

Do you have any special reason for not
wanting to see Miss Evans on that stage

opening night?

It's her funeral, not mine.

I'm just trying to make a fool out of
her, don't you know that?

Why do you say that?

She's in no condition to get on the
stage.

She's like me, washed up drunk.

They get her up there and make a fool
out of her, and then what?

Huh, what?

We were fine, just fine.

Why don't they leave us alone?

Just for the record, do you recall where
you were at 10 .30 last night?

Yes, here, have a few.

Oh, no, Cody's. That doesn't check out,
Mr.

Kilgore. Over at Cody's, they say you're
left by 10 o 'clock.

You're so smart, you figure it out.

I don't know, just leave me alone.

Yeah, sure.

I could say, never hustle a hustler.

Look, we both know what's right, right?

I mean, I can't say anything without
seeming selfish, you know?

I'm sorry, Bert.

Lloyd was just acting like an
adolescent.

I don't care about him. I care about
you.

Well, don't you fear.

All I want is a little meditation with
my feet.

And they'll be back in working order
tomorrow.

I promise.

Who needs a promise?

Could I ever be accused of coming
between you and a communion with your

I love you.

I love you.

You meditate, and I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Hi, Agnes.

Mr. Parrish.

I thought you were supposed to stop by
the school to see Kathy this afternoon.

I completely forgot.

Well, don't whip yourself in front of
me, lady.

I'm the one who has to tell Kathy all
those lies when she calls.

Agnes, I'm exhausted.

Your daughter's tired, too.

Tired of being a number in a uniform in
that boarding school.

Stop it.

I'm sorry. I'm trying my best to get it
all together for all of us. All right?

You tell me if it's all right. What good
is it all going to be if it's going to

start all over again?

Oh, no. The world needs a star, is that
it?

Well, Kathy needs a mother, and it don't
look like she's gonna get one come good

times or bad. Just look who's talking.

I never once heard you complaining about
the good times.

The bright lights never hurt your eyes.

Or the parties. Or the trips.

I never once heard you complaining about
traveling first class.

You are a hypocrite, Agnes.

And if it weren't for me, you'd still be
washing some floors in a...

building you go to hell

agnes

i'm sorry i didn't mean that i'll pick
up my things later

i'm

certain it doesn't look as though she
had a drinking problem here

Well, she was a beautiful woman.

Still is.

Oh?

When you say, oh, like that, I don't
even have to look at you to know you're

wearing that great big pecker cat grin.

Really?

Whenever I see you scratching around on
your desk like a chicken, I have a

feeling that what you're looking for is
probably right under your nose.

Some detect.

I knew it was there all the time. I just
wanted to make you feel indispensable.

Mm -hmm.

Tired and indispensable.

Yeah, here it is.

The young woman who was killed by Miss
Evans' car was Miss Phyllis Sherman.

Betty, check the New York papers and see
if you can come up with an obituary.

There's a date.

I'll do that tomorrow morning.

Has she any idea who's been making these
calls?

Nope. She says it's a recording.

Of course, anyone could have taken that
off of a television rerun of one of her

pictures.

I got this from a TV station.

You've destroyed everything of value.

You don't deserve to live.

Oh, dear.

Could be a crank call.

But I don't like it, Betty.

She's got an unlisted number, but that
doesn't mean it's secret.

I promised Mr. Parrish I'd give her a
call tonight.

Please. Please, just leave me alone.

Whoever you are, stop calling.

Please. Miss Evans, listen now. This is
Barnaby Jones.

Have you been getting calls from that
voice again?

Yes.

Twice. A half hour ago.

I tried to call Bert.

I'm afraid.

Let me talk to Agnes.

Agnes isn't here.

We had a fight.

She's gone.

Miss Evans, what is it?

What's the matter?

There's someone here again.

I gotta get out.

Betty, call the police on the other
phone.

Tell them to get over there right away.

Miss Evans.

Yes, Miss Evans.

For discounting the call the other
night, it's just another prowler.

Must have been Kilgore.

He didn't get away so lucky this time.
Looks like he fell, hit his head.

Oh, no.

Don't, Cheryl.

Why did it have to be him?

Accident, Lieutenant?

Almost by the book, Barnaby.

A jilted boyfriend comes back to harass
the girlfriend.

Only in this case, he probably stumbled
back.

We've got a drunk sheet on Kilgore that
long.

Well, if he was running away, he sure
took a wrong direction.

Why did he start with the pool area?

Drunks and directions don't mix very
well.

Did you ever see one driving down the
freeway the wrong way?

Just as fatal.

Yeah, I suppose.

If you find out any difference, be sure
to let me know, huh?

Sure will, Lieutenant.

Miss Evans, I don't think you'll be
troubled by prowlers any longer.

If we can get a full statement on this
later. Certainly.

Thank you, LaDonna.

Talk to you, Barnaby.

Miss Evans, when you were being chased
and running and trying to find your way

out of the house, did you see that it
was Kilgore?

No.

If I'd known, I wouldn't have run from
him.

I'm not afraid of Lloyd.

I feel sorry for him.

I'll get you some water, Mr. Evans.

Mr. Parrish.

I'm not sure that this explains the
phone calls.

Why do you say that?

Kilgore could easily have gotten... I
don't think so.

Kilgore was a muscular, overt type of
man.

Kind of would barge in.

I can't see him fiddling with tape
recorders or scary phone calls.

Well, I suppose your judgment is right.
I'll have to get the phone numbers

changed, I guess.

Mr. Parrish.

Yeah? I think I'd better run down to the
press room.

See if I can detour the story from the
newspapers. At least soften the facts a

little, you know.

That's a good idea, Eddie. Thanks for
coming over so soon.

Yeah.

Mr. Davis on call 24 hours a day?

Excuse me?

He got here awfully fast.

Well, I think he said he had to come
over here anyway to pick up some

or something.

I was having a phone conversation with
Miss Evans when it happened. She said

that she'd had a quarrel with Agnes.

Cheryl and Agnes had been going at it
for years.

They were arguing about Cheryl's
daughter, she said.

Does your daughter live around here?

In Candlewood. It's a private school on
the hills.

Why can't she see me? She promised.

Oh, Kathy, when you get older, you will
have to realize that promise means try.

You're older.

You come when you promise.

Go ahead, Agnes. Explain that one.

Hello, pet.

How are you?

Maybe if I were a pet, you'd keep me
around the house. Hush now.

Kathy, I'm doing this for both of us.
You have to understand that.

I do.

You're in a place you can afford to keep
me.

But you can't keep me because you're in
a play.

I'm working.

I'm gone all day.

That's nothing.

I'm gone all year. What do you care?

I do care, Kathy.

At least when you were drunk, you used
to come and see me.

I liked you better when you were drunk.

Don't talk to your mother like that.
What mother?

You don't care.

All you care about is yourself and your
theater, theater, theater.

Kathy?

Please. Oh, let her go.

Little hurts like that hurt big when
they're that age.

Agnes, what am I supposed to do?

I heard about last night, and I'm sorry
that I wasn't there.

Really sorry.

Why should you be any different?

Nobody's ever there when I need them.

Little bit dark.

Take ten.

You like?

That was good.

Wrong. It was perfect.

Maybe I better introduce myself.

Barnaby Jones.

An understudy has to know everything
that goes on, onstage and backstage.

Then you probably know what happened to
Miss Evans offstage.

Yes. I'm terribly sorry.

You're a very good actress.

What do you mean?

Well, I might be sitting here thinking
that you really were sorry if I hadn't

seen you with Mr. Kilgore in that bar
yesterday.

So?

So, what business were you discussing
with Mr. Kilgore?

No business.

No business is like show business. I
think I got that right.

Like so what?

I did it for the good of everyone. She
isn't ready.

She'll ruin everything and everybody.

Mr. Parrish is so obsessed with the idea
of resurrecting that old blush, he'd

never listen.

So I tried to get Lloyd Kilgore to talk
some sense to her. That's all.

Well, if he tried, he died trying.

Sorry, I can't help that.

And any plans you may have had when Mr.
Kilgore died with him?

What's that supposed to mean?

Shirley Evans is a star to the core.

She has recovered from shocks worse than
this.

She'll be on stage opening night.

I wouldn't count on it.

Shirley Evans is also a lush to the
core.

She's an inch away from popping the cork
and going under.

Again.

Why don't we join?

You said to call if there's any trouble.

Well, yes, Agnes. What's the matter?

She's been here and gone, and she's at
the bottle again.

She's drinking again.

Well, you stay right there, Agnes.

I think I may be able to find her.

Well, it's partly my fault.

Find her, please.

Please find her.

Yeah, I'll try.

Oh, sorry.

Are you in a rush?

Ah, yeah.

Well, here, take a look at this.

The obituary notice of a girl in New
York.

It's reminded by her father, Edward R.
Davis of Los Angeles. Good work, Betty.

Check him out.

Where are you off to?

Our lamb has strayed. I'm going to catch
her before she goes off the deep end.

One more.

One for the money and two for the show.

That one for the money's all right, but
it's a two for the show to get you.

Oh, hey, Barnaby.

I don't have to drink alone after all.

You don't have to drink at all.

Agnes told you, hmm?

That wretched old fox.

Agnes is worried about you.

Go on back and tell her not to worry.

Why don't you come back with me and then
you can tell her?

No.

My little Kathy was right.

Shouldn't I have a little girl?

Yeah, I know.

I don't think she'd like what you're
doing.

Oh, yes, she would.

Kathy and Lloyd were both right.

This is where I belong, right here.

Everybody going their own way, minding
their own business.

It's going to sit right here, blend in
with everybody.

It's an extra.

That's it. Walk on. That's the rule I
want to play.

You're not everybody, Miss Evans.

You're something special.

That's the reason people make the
demands on you that they do.

They're hungry for something that you
can be, something special.

It's not that they're selfish, but they
need you.

Never mind about them.

Think about you.

Doing the thing you were born to do and
knowing that you're doing it better than

anybody else.

Not one person in a hundred million
makes it to the top of the mountain.

It's a pretty view from up there.

Much better than the view from the
bottom of a bottle.

I want to do it.

So bad.

Well, this is all that's keeping you
from it.

Why not help?

If we can wait all the way home, still
shall.

Mr. Parrish said you wanted to see me?

Yes. I was just looking at the pool.
Strange, isn't it?

Strange? What's strange?

How something built for pleasure can
become a death trap.

I'd thought of it that way.

Accidents happen.

I was thinking about another accident
that happened in New York five years

When your daughter was run down and
killed by a car being driven by Miss

You think that just happened?

Miss Evans was responsible and should
have been punished.

My daughter was known by her married
name.

So far, no one here has connected except
Jill Mallory.

Did she tell you?

I've been sort of combing the birds out
of the fur on my own.

And the obituary notice listed in Edward
R. Davis as a father, I found out that

was you.

I won't pretend I have any loving
fondness for Shirley Evans, but I'm a

professional and so is she.

And you don't harbor any old grudges?

Just a long -buried feeling of hurt, I
guess.

Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter
as much as any father, but Phyllis was

wild. She ran with the pack and she...
Everyone concerned has suffered

enough a long time ago.

That's very understanding of you.

But you don't believe me.

Let's say I'd like to believe you.

Well...

Oh, boy.

That's why they call them deadlines.

Kill yourself trying to beat them.

If you're going to start spending the
nights here, I'm going to order a day

for the office, okay?

What?

It's almost 10 o 'clock.

Look, I know it's not important to cute
fellas like you, but I really need my

beauty sleep.

Betty, would you please get me... Mrs.
Parrish on the phone.

Don't you mean Mr. Parrish?

When I say Mrs., I mean Mrs.

Poor Mr.

Parrish. I wonder if his show is ever
going to open.

You ever have the thought that maybe he
doesn't want it to open?

What? You ever hear of the producer who
sold 200 % of his show and the only

thing that could save him was a quick
flop?

Uh, Mrs. Parrish?

Yes, would you please hold for Bobby
Jones?

Miss Parrish, I hope I didn't disturb
you.

No.

What can I do for you? The other night,
when your husband was talking to Miss

Evans, he gave you the phone.

Is that right?

Yes. Well, he went to the other phone to
call the police.

You stayed right on that phone until...

Mr. Parrish and the police got to Miss
Evans.

Yes. Well, I'm afraid they didn't have
anyone to talk to.

Poor Shirley had dropped the phone and
run for her life by then.

Now, Miss Parrish, I'm going to ask you
to tell me exactly.

Hello? You've destroyed everything of
value.

You don't deserve it.

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

This is Agnes.

May I speak to Mr. Jones?

That crazy call, I've just got one.

Agnes, Mr. Jones isn't here.

Hold on while I try and reach him in on
another number, please.

Just hold on.

Magnificent dog.

Tame as an old cow, really.

He's got a good barker on him, though.

Only trick he knows is barking.

You keep him outside at night?

Yeah. He'd be out there now if you
weren't here.

You don't have to know any more tricks
than that, son.

Hello? You got smart written all over
you.

It's for you.

Your daughter -in -law? Oh, thank you.

Betty?

Barnaby, I had Agnes on the other line.

She just got one of those crank calls
again.

I thought they were all over.

Well, it's not quite all over, Betty.

Keep talking to her. I'll get right over
there.

Agnes? Agnes?

It's all right, Miss Evans.

There's no one here.

There's never been anyone here, has
there?

What? You deserve every acting award you
ever received, there's no doubt about

it.

Lloyd Kilgore saw your performance the
other night and it cost him his life.

That's the way it happened, isn't it?

The what?

You never did want to do that show.

You were just looking for an excuse to
find a way out.

You don't know what it's like out there
every night.

All those faces.

Studying me.

Daring at me.

Those stupid faces eating at me.

I'm never going to do that again.

It's all right, Shirley. You don't have
to do it anymore.

My poor baby.

I always had a feeling.

I always had a feeling.

It was terror that destroyed her, Mr.
Parrish.

Shirley Evans was scared to death of the
millions of people who loved her.

My God, the torture she must have gone
through all these years.

Being on the stage must have been like
the fire of Hades for her.

How could you know that?

I didn't until that big old police dog
next door started me to thinking.

Incredible to me.

But you were right.

I couldn't hear it barking the night I
called Cheryl on the phone.

Neither did your wife later, which meant
that no one had entered or left through

those doors.

Miss Evans was here alone until you and
the police came, and then the dog

started barking.

What about the night Kilgore came
snooping around?

I heard the dog barking myself.

Miss Evans was in here putting on the
act of her life.

Kilgore had seen her, so it was a matter
of life and death to her, so she killed

him. Then in one last desperate effort,
she tried to involve Agnes by calling up

on the other line and hitting her in the
head.

She knew that someone was listening on
the phone. She had an audience.

Don't talk about her like she's a
criminal now.

A bump on the head is nothing.