All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s05e14 Copy Cat Killing

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Shera.

With guest stars David Huddleston, Wayne
Monder,

special guest star Trish Stewart.

Tonight's episode, Copycat Killing.

You got me in trouble, you know that?

What'd you say?

Come out here a minute, will ya?

Look what you're doing to me with your
good cooking.

Don't you fight it, Big Bear. It looks
good on you.

You're so sweet.

You're so soft, and you're so beautiful.

Come on, Coach.

You've got a game, and I've got shopping
to do.

All right, buy yourself some pretty
things. Have a good time.

I love you.

Listen, you know what the traffic's like
down in L .A., so if I'm late, there

are a lot of pole cuts in the fridge,
okay?

Ah, don't worry.

You know me, I'll be filled up with hot
dogs and soda pop by the time the game's

over anyway.

but I still want to know how you got
hold of my number.

Oh.

Now, that ain't being a gentleman, is
it?

I'm going to your lady's person until
you ain't looking.

Listen, you crazy Indian, you shouldn't
be calling me here at all.

You could have gotten me into a lot of
trouble, you know.

Today?

Now?

Oh, yes, I can't. I have plans.

You really know how to get to a lady,
don't you?

Oh, you...

Thank you.

Sure, it's a lot better than a motel
room.

Where do you have it parked?

Yeah, I know, but near where the old
Woodstock Road ends.

Ciao.

Nice spot, isn't it? Probably good for
trout.

That'd be good for bluegill, too. Maybe
bigmouth bass.

Hey, look, man.

I'm staking this spot out for a girl
that'll be here in about a couple of

minutes. So if you're gonna do any
fishing, how about trying someplace

okay?

Fishing? No, no, no.

No, no fishing. I, uh... I coach a
little kid's baseball team on Saturday

morning.

So aren't you going to be late for the
game?

Are you in love with her?

Who? Oh, this girl you're meeting.

Love?

That's one four -letter word, man, I
never use.

What's it to you, anyway?

Is she in love with you?

Take off, man.

Go mind your own business.

This is my business.

She's my wife.

What are you trying to pull?

I have to know.

Stay back, man.

Is Kitty in love with you?

Kitty?

Her name's Alita.

Yeah, man, we're talking about two
different gals.

No, we're not.

I'm telling you, her name isn't Kitty,
it's Alita.

She wouldn't be married to a nice guy
like you.

She's a real swinger, you know what I
mean?

You're in her trap.

Wait a minute, man, I didn't say that.

Take a beautiful thing like her.

You take advantage of her.

You use her.

She's not a friend.

My brother Vince and I, we were always
outsiders.

Because our mother was Cheyenne.

A full -blooded Cheyenne.

And I'm proud of it.

Well, that's something to be proud of.
One of the first families of America.

Whoever murdered Vince didn't think so.

That's one of the things that puzzled
me.

The things that you told me on the phone
didn't seem to reconcile with what they

printed in the local paper.

Got it all wrapped up very neatly,
haven't they?

Alleged psychopathic killer, Arnold
Nesson, accused of five

ritual murders.

His last victim, Vince Stahl.

I guess he killed those other people,
but he didn't kill Vince.

Why are you so positive?

Because Arnold Nesson and my brother
were kids in school together.

They were best friends.

And until I moved to Los Angeles a few
years ago, he was like a second brother

to me. A few years, things happen,
people change.

Mr. Jones, I loved my brother very much.

He did have his faults.

He was proud, arrogant.

I thought he was God's gift to women. He
made a lot of enemies that way.

Anyone in particular?

I don't know.

Vince seemed to have a knack of getting
people down on him.

Even the fellows out at the construction
site.

Where is that?

Over in San Leon. They're building a new
shopping center.

Please, Mr. Jones.

Somebody killed my brother and made it
look like another hangman murder. I

I'm not just imagining it.

Well, Lucy, I told you on the phone I
would try to help you, and I will.

Sheriff, he's got a visitor.

Barnaby, you old son of a gun. How you
been, Roley? Fine, just fine.

Don't tell me, don't tell me.

The fish are biting up in the high
Sierras, right?

Well, it's not the High Sierra.

It's right here in Coverton, really, at
the hangman business.

Oh.

Well, that's murky waters, Barbie.

I don't think the boy will ever be
brought to trial.

He's a Bible student.

Mild as a mouse when you meet him, but
then he decides he's God's avenger and

kills five people.

You sure, Roley?

Five, not four?

Now, let's see what got you into this.
Lucy Stahl, right?

She's been on my back ever since the
arrest.

She has this idea she's not getting a
fair shake.

Just another dead engine, right?

Lumps her brother in with all the rest.

Sure she'd feel that way.

Mr. Jones, the only reason the sheriff
didn't tell Lucy everything... Campbell,

I'll take care of this, all right?

Barnaby.

Do you, uh... Do you know what this
maniac does to his victims?

Yes, he, uh...

Arranges the bodies in a kneeling
position with the hands clasped for his

prayer.

Then he puts a hangman's noose around
their necks.

He became the Almighty's appointed
executioner.

There are certain details that haven't
been reported because I haven't released

them. Like, for instance, how he cut a
cross on their foreheads.

Do you think I should have told the girl
that?

You think I should let her see the
medical examiner's report, let her see

photographs? This is how your brother
looked, honey.

Right after the hangman got through with
him. I understand, but you don't mind

if I take a look at the records of all
five cases?

Of course not.

Campbell.

Give Mr. Jones a copy of anything he
wants on the Nesson case.

Yes, sir.

Where are you keeping the suspect?

He's in the hospital now. He was wounded
resisting arrest.

Barnaby, there's somebody I want you to
meet.

Sure.

How about those copies?

Hi, Big Bear.

Barnaby, I've got a surprise for you.

This is Mrs. Roland G. Braddon.

Well, when did this happen?

About 18 months ago.

Kitty came through with one of those
traveling musical shows. I made sure she

never left.

This is one of my dear friends from L
.A., Barnaby Jones, my wife, Catherine.

Well, it's a pleasure, Mr. Jones.

Mrs. Braddon, pleasure is all mine.

Honey, I have to go to the bank. You
need any cash?

No, no, no, I'm fine.

It was nice meeting you, Mr. Jones.

I'll see you later.

Now there is a lovely lady.

Best thing that ever happened to me.

Mr. Nissen, may I speak to you?

I'm not a policeman or a doctor.

I'm trying to help someone that I think
you know.

Lucy Stahl.

My brother went to school with you.

Vince Stahl.

Vince?

We were friends.

I remember.

That's right, you were friends.

Let the wicked perish at the presence of
God.

Is that why you killed Vince? Because he
was wicked?

I, uh... I don't know why.

But they... They say I killed him.

They say?

Don't you remember?

Yes. Yes.

I killed him.

I remember. I killed him. I killed them
all.

Five Nesson or just four?

I am the instrument of the Lord.

A chosen one shall destroy those men
which have not the mark of God in their

forehead.

You look different with your hair
changed around like that.

Billy, I can't talk to you here.

Would you just please go away?

Hey, come on.

What is this?

I've been looking out every night for
you at the roadhouse, hoping that we

could... Billy, please.

Just leave me alone now, and I'll
explain to you later, okay?

Is it because of what happened to Vince?

Huh?

Look, we were pals, you know that.

But he's gone.

We're still here.

You always turn me on, Olivia.

You know that.

How about it?

Let's get together, huh?

Okay.

I'll come over to the roadhouse, I
promise.

How about tomorrow?

I get off around noon.

Tomorrow. Now will you go, please?

Yeah, ma 'am.

According to the psychiatrist's report,
at the moment of each attack, Nesson

imagined he was executing his own
father.

Seems he held his old man responsible
for his mother's early death.

I told you it'd be a waste of time.

No, I wouldn't say that.

I was surprised to see that he was so
small. I bet he doesn't weigh over 130

pounds.

He's been stalled six feet.

Weighs 170.

I wondered about that, too.

I figured that Nesson...

Probably took Stahl by surprise, maybe
from behind.

Well, they do say madness gives a man
superhuman strength.

Yeah. Well, here are these copies for
your files.

Yamo! Yes, sir.

The Nesson file.

Raleigh, are you absolutely certain in
your mind that somebody else didn't kill

Stahl using the hangman's ammo?

Barnaby, you've seen the files.

You know there are certain details that
I didn't release.

And there's no one that could know those
details except the real hangman or us.

But there are certain inconsistencies in
the file. For instance, the rope.

Now, in the first four murders, the rope
used was a fine white nylon.

In Vince Stahl's case, it was hemp, old
and worn.

Maybe he just ran out of the nylon.

Campbell, ain't you supposed to be
relieving Gorman on that Macaulay Ranch

stakeout? Yes, sir, but not for a half
an hour yet.

Well, since you're so all -fired anxious
to help, why don't you go now?

Yes, sir. On my way.

Then there was the murder weapon.

In all four of the murders, the weapon
was either a blunt instrument or a

Vince Stahl was the only one that was
manually strangled.

He was the youngest and the strongest.

All the rest were in their 50s, about
the same age as Nesson's father.

Don't you think I've looked into all
these points? Don't you think I've

them out?

I know you have.

I'm just airing out my mind, Rowley.

And the more I do, the more it seems
like a copycat killing.

Yeah. Listen, I got work to do.

Listen, we can talk about it more later
at my house, maybe at supper, both of

you. Eddie's a great cook.

Sure, that sounds like a fine idea.
We'll, uh... Call you when we get back

San Leon. San Leon?

What are you going way out there for?

We're Vince's work. I promised his
sister I'd check this out all the way.

Mr. Cranston?

What are you selling?

Your foreman says that you knew Vince
Stahl about as well as anybody on the

We kicked around some.

You cops or something?

Private. We're just looking into his
death.

What's the look?

They got the guy, right?

The hangman?

Yeah, well, we're looking into other
possibilities.

I understand that Vince was hard to get
along with. He had a chip on his

shoulder. Yeah.

I don't know why.

With his looks, he had it made.

Oh, ladies, eh?

Yeah.

Anybody's lady.

Your lady, maybe?

Is that why you and Vince had a fight at
that roadhouse near here the night

before he died?

Who told you?

Oh, the foreman, right?

Mr. Big Mouth.

Hurry to the coroner.

Vince died about 10 o 'clock the next
morning.

Yeah?

So what?

Well, we were just wondering how long
your little go -round with Stahl lasted.

Not until 10 o 'clock the next morning.

That's what you're aiming at.

Okay?

Oh, here he is now, ma 'am. You share
the missiles.

Oh, good. Thanks a million.

Hi, hon.

Roley, listen, there's a sale at
Trent's. You know that new store over in

Patterson Springs?

Going shopping again?

Again?

Well, my tire was flat the last time,
and so I couldn't go.

I told you about it, remember?

Yeah. Well, I didn't mean for you not to
go.

And listen, if you're going to be late,
there's some cold cuts left from the

other night.

Well, I didn't say I was going to be
late.

But in case I am, I'll give you a call.

Drive careful, all right?

I'll see you later.

Did you call the police?

Para que, amigo? I do that every time
there is a little fistfight around here.

double my telephone bill.

Well, we're told that Vince and Billy
Cranston did quite a bit of damage.

Yeah, but they paid for that.

Besides, I needed a few new chairs, and
the mirror was cracked anyway.

Do you know the lady they fought over?

Lady?

They don't come in this place, my
friend.

Mr. DeSantis, we are not the law.

Anything you tell us, as far as it goes.

But I would like a little cooperation.

Okay.

This blonde chica that Vince was seeing,
Billy got real mad.

Said he saw her first.

So Vince worked him up a little bit.

This blonde chica, do you know her name?

Alida. Alida what?

Hey, don't ask me any last names, man.

Okay, this Alida, what did she look
like?

Like a dream.

Like a beautiful dream.

Mr. Jones, the sheriff's not in.

Something I can do for you?

Well, as a matter of fact, maybe you
can.

Do you have any information on a young
fellow named Cranston, Billy Cranston,

working on some shopping center project
over at San Leon?

San Leon.

That's over 10 miles outside of our
jurisdiction.

Oh, this may be of interest to you.

From the L .A. Corners office.

When did it arrive?

Yesterday.

I guess the sheriff forgot to mention.

Our medical examiner wanted another
opinion on the wound found on Vince

forehead. What wound? I thought he was
strangled.

It was part of the ritual.

The hangman cut the figure of a cross on
the foreheads of all his victims.

Lacerations on Vince Stahl's forehead.

Much wider than those found on the
previous four victims.

What does that add up to?

Well, it seems to indicate that the
instrument used on Vince didn't have the

clean cutting edge of a knife, same as
that used on the other victims.

It could have been etched with a hammer
and chisel for all that matters.

Nesson did it, you bet.

I wish I were as sure as that.

But it's the hangman's MO. It all adds
up. I mean, the cross on the forehead

the noose around the neck, Vincent's
body kneeling and the pile of stuff in

front of him. What pile of stuff?

Oh, you know, his wallet and keys and
money and jewelry, all his personal

effects. What do you mean, like an
offering?

Yeah, whatever.

You read it all in the case files.

The details being with help from the
public.

I don't remember reading anything about
personal effects.

I guess the sheriff's still sitting on
that one.

Nope.

Nothing on any Billy Cranston.

Well, how about a call to the sheriff in
San Leon? Maybe he's got something on

Cranston. Eh, could be.

But I'll need Sheriff Braddon's
permission.

I'd appreciate it. Thank you.

I can't take the chance of us being seen
together.

Why?

Who are you afraid of?

It's none of your business.

I just can't be seen with you, that's
all.

Okay.

So let's go someplace.

Where?

Cedarland Motel, over by Riverview.

I already got us a room.

Okay.

I have a call to make first, though. You
go ahead and I'll meet you.

Yeah.

Hi, Gus.

It's Mrs. Braddon. Is Rolly there?

Oh, well, would you tell him I called to
say that I'd be late, please?

Thank you.

Barnaby, Rowley.

First of all, I want to apologize for
bothering you at home, but you could

me with something.

The Cranston kid.

Deputy called me on it.

I told him to go ahead and call San
Leone and see if he had anything on him.

You're still looking for a candidate for
that copycat killing theory of yours,

aren't you?

Have a seat. How about a drink?

Oh, no, thank you.

You know, the thought keeps reoccurring
to me.

That there is a possibility that
somebody tried to match up the Stahl

with the hangman's M .O.

Who, Billy Cranston?

He knew Stahl's habits and movements.

He was strong enough.

Might have even had a motive.

I understand that he had a fight over
some girl, a girl named Alita. That name

mean anything to you?

Nope.

It's a kitty.

That scene of the crime evidence that's
being withheld, how many people in your

department know all the details?

Well, besides myself, there's a medical
examiner, two deputies, Burt Campbell

and Gus.

Why? Well, if a case were made against
Cranston, I can't figure out how he

have gotten all this information, which
you withheld some of it from me.

Well, you know how it is, Bobby.

You've got to hold something back, or
else the defense might claim that the

evidence has been tainted by showing it
to too many outsiders.

Rowley!

Oh, hi, hon.

I got it, I got it.

What a fail we found.

Mrs. Braddon, may I help you?

Mr. Jones, no, I'm going to take these
upstairs.

Would you excuse me, please?

There's more bargains I can't afford.

I bet husbands have been using that land
since the ancient Greeks.

Excuse me.

Bratton.

How'd it happen?

About that Cranston kid.

Yeah.

Right, I'll tell him.

Thanks, Gus.

You asked us to check San Leone.

Cranston kid had an accident. He's dead.

What kind of an accident?

His motorcycle went off a cliff down by
that construction site.

It's a rugged area.

Lab boys won't touch anything till
daylight.

Well, it kind of blows that Cranston
angle, doesn't it?

Sure looks that way.

We could only find that girl that they
thought about a leader.

Well, I mean, even if you did find her,
what could she tell you?

Well, I wouldn't know until I asked her
a few questions.

Well, thank you, Rooley. Good night.

Good night. Say good night to your
lovely wife.

Hi, Betty. Hi. Bye, Betty.

Barnaby, you forgot to sign the IRS
quarterly report.

Did you come all the way down here to
bring me this?

Well, only because I know you'd grouch
for a week if you have to pay the

on this, and you will have to if it's
not postmarked by midnight tonight.

Where's J .R. off to?

I'm going to a honky -tonk roadhouse to
find a girl.

Well, Lita, the girl you told me about
on the phone. That's right.

Since you're here, I might as well put
you to work, too.

Well, I haven't had breakfast yet.

Well, you can have breakfast on me. As
soon as I take you over to Stahl's, you

can go through Vince's camper. He's got
it parked there.

What am I looking for? Same thing J .R.
is. A lead on a leader.

Have some more paint flakes.

Off this fender, all right.

Looks to me like that bike may have
contacted something up here on the road

before it went over the side. Sure looks
like it, doesn't it?

Barnaby. Roley.

How you been, Clem? Oh, pretty good.

Staying pretty far out of your
territory, aren't you, Sheriff?

Well, there's a chance that this
Cranston kid could be connected with a

that my department's looking into.

Thought I'd give it a look -see.

All I can tell you right now is it
appears he might have been forced off

road. Hey, Jerry, let's get a couple of
pictures of where it went off over here.

Excuse me.

I want to be.

She was at the roadhouse yesterday.

Just a few minutes, not long after we
left.

I tried to get some information. Slow it
down to a gallop.

He's talking about Alita. That's our
elusive blonde.

Yeah, well, the owner of the roadhouse,
Caesar.

was really tight -lipped about it until
he found out that Cranston was dead, and

then he was really shaken up, and he
started to give me all... What about

Well, she came to the roadhouse to meet
Cranston, and they had some words, and

he took off on his bike.

With the girl? No, no, she stayed by to
make a phone call, but the capper is

that when he took off, Caesar, who's the
owner of the roadhouse, saw a jeep go

after him, a Colverton Sheriff
Department jeep.

It's like the same color as Cranston's
pipe.

Jake, who had this out yesterday
afternoon?

Uh, Bert Campbell, sir.

Ask him to step out of here, will you?

Where were you yesterday afternoon,
Bert?

You know where I was, where you sent me.

I was on stakeout out at McCauley's
place.

Anybody see you there? Talk to anyone?

Of course not. I was on a takeout.

What's this all about?

See if you can check it out, Jedediah.

Ever hear of a gal named Alita, Bert?

Alita?

She hangs out around Taylor's Roadhouse.

You've been out there, haven't you,
Bert?

Sure, a few times.

But I never heard of any Alita.

You're a ladies' man, aren't you, Bert?

That Alita must be something, huh?

I'm sure if I told you, I don't know
her.

Vince Stahl knew her. Billy Cranston
knew her. They're both dead.

So? So in light of certain information
that Mr. Jones has brought me, plus the

fact that we found red paint on your
hubcap, it just might be the possibility

that somebody wanted the both of them
dead so that they could have the lady

to themselves.

Are you accusing me?

Right now, I'm just suspending you from
duty until we sort things out.

So you won't go too far, I'm holding you
on suspicion of reckless driving.

Did you earn your breakfast?

Well, you can switch that to lunch.
Renssel's sister gave me toast and

What do you got?

Well, I didn't find anything with
Alita's name on it or anything like

I did find this in a hairbrush in
Vince's camper.

Blonde. As you can get. Platinum.

Now I know why we've had so much trouble
finding her.

This is not real hair.

Nylon from a wig.

When J .R. calls...

Tell him to try me at the sheriff's
office.

I already told the sheriff I don't know
how that paint got on the wheel of my

Jeep. I told him.

Yeah. I've been going over this motor
pool log.

According to this, you drove directly to
the scene of the Macaulay stakeout and

then drove right back to the station
when you were relieved.

That's right.

It's all right there. The reading on the
mileage phenomena shows that.

Give or take a mile or two.

Turns out to be the same distance to the
place where Billy Cranston's bike went

over the side.

So? It proves nothing.

You're wrong, son.

It proves you could be telling the
truth.

If somebody saw you at the Macaulay
stakeout. See, if you'd have gone to

places, you would have added 30 or 40
miles to your speedometer reading.

Thanks, Mr. Jones.

Now, if we can only get the sheriff to
give me the benefit of the doubt, I'd be

okay. You know, that's something that
puzzles me. He could have checked this

maintenance record just as easily as I
did.

I guess it's just his way of reminding
me that he can really lean on me if you

have to.

Why? What's he got against you?

Maybe I'm imagining it, but I think he's
leery of me because I know how he met

his wife.

Well, doesn't everybody?

She came through town on a traveling
musical show.

Is that what he told you?

Okay, Mr. Jones, let it go.

This is no time for gallantry, son.

Come on, out with it.

Last year, we raided a club over by the
stockyard.

Arrested about 16 people for pushing
dope, prostitution.

One of them was a go -go dancer named
Kit Jennings.

I see.

I was the only one who saw Roley sneak
her out of that dive.

Took her home, sought her and her name
was taken off the arrest sheet.

A few weeks later... Kit Jennings became
Mrs.

Catherine...

Braden. Telephone, Mr. Jones.

That's right, Barnaby. He was cutting
brush on the slope.

Oh, just a minute, Joe.

Deputy Wilson is here.

Why don't you spell it out for him?

Okay. There was a field worker who saw
Deputy Campbell in his Jeep in the trees

behind the Macaulay Ranch house. Now, he
had him in full view on and off for

over three hours, from noon to close to
3 .30.

And Billy Cranston died around 12 .30, 1
o 'clock.

Looks like you have grabbed the brass
ring, Jedediah.

Get the name of that field worker and
then get back here.

Right.

Yeah, that's her.

That's Alira.

But then, you came in here knowing that
already.

So why ask me knowing something and
making yourself believe it not easy

sometimes

How

long

have you known long time Would you just
let me go on?

Well, I was afraid I might lose out on a
face -off.

I look in the mirror, you know, I see
what I am.

Oh, Rolly, don't. Please don't put
yourself there.

Rolly, I love you.

In spite of this craziness of me, I do
love you.

Just as you are a good and a kind man.

But I'm not exciting enough for you, is
that it?

Like that half -breed of young bucks
down at the construction site?

You know about Vince?

I wasn't spying or anything like that.
It's just that I overheard you making

that date with him to meet him at the
lake.

And then you went to the lake?

They were just eating me up. I had to
talk to them.

He as much as called you a tramp.

Oh, my God.

You pilled him.

I didn't mean to.

I should have heard him.

I should have seen that smirk on his
face.

And Billy cranced him, too.

Yeah, well, I... Couldn't stop you, so I
figured the next best thing was to stop

him.

Oh, my God, what have I done?

Oh, no.

It's your fault.

You can't help being what you are any
more than I can help

loving you in spite of it.

Oh, my God.

I'll never hurt you again, I promise.

Rolly, what are we going to do?

He's not going to stop until he finds
out everything.

Listen, if need be, I'll take care of
Barnaby. It's just, tell

him I'm on my rounds or anything. I'm
just too tired to Mickey Mouse with him

now, all right?

Please.

If you're looking for Roley, he's not
here right now.

It's funny, his car's outside.

Is there anything I can help you with?

Yes, there is.

As a leader.

A leader?

Actually, you can help Roley a great
deal more than me.

Sorry, I don't understand.

Can't you come back when my husband's
here, please?

Why don't you tell him to come out?

He could do himself a lot more good by
giving a statement for the district

attorney now.

About Billy and Vince on his own?

You don't leave me much choice, old
friend.

Too late for that.

No, it's not too late.

Now, if we get a little head start, then
we can go someplace where they'd never

find us.

A couple hours, okay?

And if I don't, then what?

Will you shoot me? I don't think you
can.

I'm between a rock and a hard place,
Barnaby.

Please don't try me.

I don't think it's in your ruling.

To kill in the heat of passion or
jealousy, yes, but in cold blood, I

think so.

You need to stay right where you are,
Mr. Jones.

Now, Bear and I are going to get out of
here.

And you're going to come with us.

Tell her there's no place to go.

He's right, hon.

No!

an emergency.

I guess it's going to take some getting
used to now that Roley's not around here

to bark at me anymore.

Yeah, it must be kind of a cold feeling
to be giving orders instead of taking

them. Well, whatever else Sheriff
Braddon was, he was a good teacher.

Good luck, Sheriff.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones, I want to thank you for
finding out what really happened to my

brother. Must have been difficult for
you. In a way, we're all prisoners of

fate.

Roley did what he thought he had to do.
So did I.

I also want to apologize for what I said
about the people in town being

prejudiced.

Lucy's received several job offers from
people in town who wanted to come back

and live here.

Good. Oh, what's it going to be? Big
City Lights or Sleepy Hollow?

I'll have to think about that one for a
while.

Well, when you decide, let us know so we
can stay in touch with you.

Thank you, Mr Jones.

Good luck.