All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s05e18 Circle Of Treachery

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Schera.

With guest stars Tova Feldschuh, Alex
Rocco,

special guest star Tim O 'Connor.

Tonight's episode, Circle of Treachery.

Don't open it yet.

I'm just going to check who it is first.

I always check, damn it.

Hello, fellas.

Sure no one followed you?

Now, do you think I'd walk in here if I
thought somebody was following me,

Fritz?

Listen, Munson.

This place ain't safe anymore.

I want you to tell the district attorney
that I want to be moved to a different

hideout. Oh, not again.

Fritz, I've been with the marshal's
office for at least 12 years, and all

time, you've been the biggest pain in
the neck I've ever had to guard.

Listen, you guys don't even believe that
Cabela and his partner got a contract

out on me.

Well, look, the D .A. has us babysitting
you around the clock. Doesn't that show

his heart's in the right place?

I don't care. Four days in one spot is
precedent.

Okay, I'm cutting out. Why, sure, you do
that, Fritz.

Tomorrow's obit in the racing form is
going to have the world's worst dresser

making book on a daily line at St.
Pete's Pearly Gates.

Well, at least it won't be the world's
worst niche.

Oh, come on now.

Fritz, you're not going to cut out on
that reward money by not showing up in

court and fingering Cavell? Fuck it off.

20 ,000 against my life.

That's the way it always is. Whenever
you're down on your luck, the odds are

always rotten.

Well, hang in there, boy.

Two more days and it's all over.

Yeah, if I live long enough.

Who is it?

Mate.

You want your room done?

No, that's all right. Come back later.

Okay.

What about fresh towels?

You got enough?

No, we have plenty of them.

Hey, wait a minute.

We'll take some towels.

You never leave me any clean ones when I
come on duty.

Me? Are you saying that I would have
something to do with killing a marshal?

You know something, Covell? You're not
easy to take on an empty stomach.

Yeah.

Lieutenant. Hi.

What is Jonas doing here?

Same thing I've been doing since the
people at California Meridian hired me.

Trying to convince people like you of
the error of their ways.

Well, let's get on with it.

The matter of the people versus Marty
Covell, waiting trial on the charge that

he and an unidentified John Doe took
part in a $700 ,000 robbery of Los

racetrack. Present, along with Mr.
Covell, are Barnaby Jones, investigator

Los Santos Underwriters, California
Meridian Insurance,

Mary Allen, stenographer, and Lieutenant
John Biddle, LAPD. The accused

has waived the right to have his
attorney present.

For the record... Mr. Goebel, is that
correct?

Oh, sure.

My lawyer's only going to say what I've
been saying all along anyway.

It's a frame.

Just like Barnaby is supposed to have
planted part of the stolen track receipt

in your apartment when he nailed you,
right?

That's right.

And when we get in court, it's going to
be his word against mine.

And the word of Fritz Simon. He was
there when we took you, remember?

Oh, yeah. Well, now that's your story,
isn't it?

Only I hear that Fritz isn't around
anymore.

I guess maybe he must have had... Second
thoughts about perjuring himself with

all those lies that you had him tell.

Covell, we all know you have a sense of
humor, but will you forgive us for not

laughing on the gravity of the
situation?

There's been a killing.

Oh, yes, the marshal.

What are you going to do? Are you going
to frame me with that one, too?

Gee, that ought to be a neat trick.

Especially seeing as how I was locked up
in my cell at the time.

Excuse me. Lieutenant, there's an urgent
call for Mr. Jones.

Thank you. Excuse me.

You wait here.

Barnaby.

You're right, as usual. There is no way
Covell is going to deal away his

partner's identity for a lighter rap
now.

Well, I wouldn't.

Without the threat of Fritz taking the
witness stand.

You're the only one Fritz trusts.

You've got to make sure he testifies
that we are really in the soup.

We've got to find him first.

Barbie Jones office, may I help you? Is
he there?

Could you hold on for just a moment?

It's Fritz. I don't know what to say to
him.

Fritz, J .R., listen, uh, Barnaby isn't
here yet, so why don't you tell me where

you are and I'll come and pick you up,
okay?

Yeah, with the mop, if I hang around
here any longer.

Come on, I gotta keep moving.

Wait a minute, don't hang up.

He's here.

It's Fritz.

Fritz?

You got all your friends worried about
you.

I haven't got any friends.

Especially that D .A. that almost got me
snuffed.

One man got himself killed trying to
protect you. The least that you can do

try to hold up your end of the bargain.

Yeah, I know.

Well, I'll think it over on one
condition.

You've got more conditions than a
condominium lease.

What is it?

A thousand bucks advance on that reward
money and we'll talk.

Where do we meet? You meet me in the 3D
parking area at the municipal parking

lot on 9th Street there.

And be there at 8 o 'clock tonight.

You should have seen it.

These two marshals were just changing
shifts, and the maid knocks on the door.

You know, she wants to do the room.
Yeah, Fritz.

Munson told us all about it.

Who would have figured that it would
have been a guy dressed up like a broad?

You think it was Scovel's partner in
ice?

We don't know. He's still in a coma.

Police haven't gotten a report on the
prints yet.

What's that?

Street traffic.

You keep jumping around like that,
somebody's going to throw a net on you.

Fritz.

Why don't you leave your car here and we
give you a ride over to the DA's

office? No, no.

I pass on that.

I'm going to be in my own protective
custody from now on.

How about my thousand bucks?

Here's fifty.

Fifty bucks?

How far is that going to get me?

Not as far as an airline ticket counter,
that's for sure.

You got a date in court that'll keep you
eating for a while.

Oh, no.

You gotta nail Corbell's partner first.

You prove to me that the contract on
yours truly has been cancelled, and then

I'll come into court. Not before that.

Fifty bucks.

Prince, you know I'm not gonna try to
stop you, but think of what you're

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

Betty, it's J .R.

Hi. J .R. Jones, how are you?

Well, hi, I'm Betty Jones.

Would you care to dance?

Betty, I'm sorry.

I think I just fell in love with you.

Are you a new student here?

Please, I have to make an important
call.

J .R., who are you talking to?

Betty wants to know your name.

It's Laura.

Phone number?

Please. J .R., why don't you call me
back when you can keep your mind on

business, hmm?

Betty, listen, just do me one favor.

Tell me Barnaby doesn't need me.

I may get married today.

Well, I'm sure Barnaby will want to
congratulate you.

But he's gone to meet Lieutenant Biddle
at the hospital.

They've identified the hitman.

You're kidding. Who?

All I know so far is he's a small -time
junkie named Larry Riggs.

All right.

I'd better call him at the hospital.
I'll talk to you later. Goodbye.

Listen, this will only take a minute.

Okay, sure.

Mine can wait.

Thanks.

Oh, no.

Can you lend me a dime?

I'm going to have to stick around until
I get it back.

Hello, operator?

Operator, I'd like to place a collect
call to a Mr. Harrison Woods in Aspen,

Colorado. The number's 555 -7431.

This is his daughter, Laura Woods.

Here's your time.

Thank you very much.

There's a small matter of interest, but
we can talk about that later.

Hello, Daddy?

Daddy, it's Laura.

No, I'm not at the lodge.

I'm in Los Angeles. Didn't you get my
note?

Daddy. Please don't be angry with me.

I know, I know that you warned me about
him.

But I thought that Johnny was different.

He said that if I followed him back to
Los Angeles, he... Oh, Daddy.

He's not a student like he said he was.

They never even heard of him.

Daddy, please don't say things to me
like that.

I need your help. Please send me some
money.

No, Daddy, please don't hang up.

Daddy? Daddy, please, please don't...

Listen, lots of people get stranded.

You know, even me once.

You know what's the matter with you?

I'm going to tell you what's the matter
with you. You're hungry, huh? Right?

Thanks, but I... I'm hungry.

So what do you say if we both talk all
about this over a cheeseburger, huh?

Huh? Huh?

Okay. Okay.

There you go.

Thank you.

I'll be just a minute.

You're very nice.

Well?

Nothing to it.

Dr. Tilly McRig.

Doesn't look good.

Good thing I had him in his police
record.

He once worked at the Los Santos
racetrack.

Yeah, he was a morning workout rider.

Until he was barred two years ago on a
narcotics bust.

Doesn't sound like the kind of talent
Covell would want for a partner in a

racetrack heist.

I've known junkies who'd kill their own
mother for a fix.

Who knows what Covell wanted him to do?

Senator. Want to come in?

Think it fast.

You can try talking to him now if you
want.

Riggs.

Riggs, I'm a police officer.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I'm hurt.

And I'm hurt bad.

I'm sorry, Riggs.

You're not gonna make it.

Now, why don't you get it off your
conscience?

Are you Monty Covell's partner?

Were you paid by his partner to hit
Fritz Simon?

And... Please.

I'm hurting real bad.

It's not the wound.

Eight milligrams IV.

On top of everything else, he's
suffering from drug withdrawal.

Does that ring

a bell with you?

I don't know why.

I can't say it doesn't.

Riggs, I need more.

This Angie Angelo.

Is that a first name or a last name?

It's right.

It's right.

Thanks, J .R. I really enjoyed the
lunch. Me too.

We have got to make a habit of this.

That's very sweet of you, J .R. But if
you're thinking of making a charity case

out of me, it's all right.

I'm not going to starve.

Well, now, what are you going to do? Are
you going to move home to Aspen?

After the way my father spoke to me on
the phone, I don't think I ever want to

go back there again.

You lose your key?

Look, I'd invite you in, but $7 a day
rooms aren't very attractive.

Tell you what.

You let me in to use the phone, and I
will put these on.

See, they're rose -colored.

Okay.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

See, first thing we do is we can put the
fireplace over there, then we rearrange

the furniture, extend the pool into the
living room.

A little imagination.

J .R.

J .R., you're a nut.

A nut in shining armor, but a nut. Will
9 get me an outside line on this? No,

you have to go through the motel office.

Coffee? Yeah.

Uh, yeah, I'd like to make a local call,
please.

Yeah, the number is 555 -9110.

Thanks.

You know...

On second thought, I think we're going
to have to abandon this palace after

Don't tell me. You found a flaw?

Well, with a new dining room set and my
stereo equipment.

Snooker table.

Might be room if we hang it from the
ceiling, but there still won't be any

left in the nursery.

I see.

Well, Mr. Jones, before we think of
having children, I suppose that I should

a job to help a struggling young law
student pay for all of this.

I got it.

If it ever snows in Los Angeles, I can
get one as a ski instructor.

Is that what you did in Aspen, huh? You
taught skiing? Sure.

Did you get it? No.

Barnaby Jones.

Barnaby! Where are you calling from, Las
Vegas?

Las Vegas?

I bet he said you were getting married
today. I figured that's the reason you

hadn't called.

Listen, I tried to get you to the
hospital. They told me you were in with

He's dead.

Riggs is dead?

Oh, man.

Well, where does that leave us?

I'm not sure, but I think the link to
Covell's partner might turn out to be a

dope pusher I once heard about.

Oh, what after a dope pusher?

How does that tie in with Fritz?

Meet me at the corner second of Main in
15 minutes and I'll fill you in.

Okay, I'll see you there.

Uh, listen, I think I'm gonna have to
take a rain check on the coffee.

You have to go, huh? Yeah.

Hey, listen, how about my place tonight,
huh?

My mama's chicken cacciatore recipe will
put you away.

You busy?

No. No, I'm not.

I'm just thinking about that case you're
working on.

It's really dangerous, isn't it?

Ah.

Still driving on a freeway.

Well, I just want you to be careful.

I'll see you at 7 .30.

Okay.

On 44 and 3, his leg's still bothering
him.

How'd it go?

Well, score one dinner date for Mata
Hari.

You know, I think that spying on Jones
is a waste of time.

Fritz is probably out of the country by
now.

Oh, no.

He's like every horse tot I've ever
known.

Makes a score every now and then, but
winds up mostly broke.

Believe me, with Jones dangling that
reward money, Fritz isn't going to be

far from the pocket.

I don't think Jones is that confident.

Right now, he seems more interested in
finding a dope pusher.

Pusher? Did he give a name?

No, but he said that they're out looking
for him.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Harry?

Harry?

Why don't we get out now?

You've got the money. We can go any
place we want. Forget about Fritz. And

up running the rest of our lives. Is
that what you want?

No, but I... That's what'll happen. If
Cavell goes down, he'll end up selling

out. Don't you see getting rid of Fritz
is the only way?

What's wrong?

You don't like using the Jones kid, huh?

I feel funny about him.

How nice for you.

You're developing a conscience.

Little Angel from Angiangelo.

How'd you come up with a pusher named
Little Angel? It came to me after I

remembered I once had a run -in with
Eddie over there.

The guy clearing the table?

He's a junkie.

Used to feed his habit by bouncing off
car fenders for the insurance.

He had a pusher called Little Angel.

What are we wasting time here for?

If Little Angel's a middleman or even
Covell's partner, why don't we just go

straight for him, no?

My street contacts tell me that Little
Angel moves around a lot. We may have to

go several places, but the trick is to
find him before the trial starts

tomorrow.

Okay. See if that old Tennessee bird dog
trick of yours works.

Want coffee?

Yeah, yeah.

Sugar?

Hey.

Hey, you sure look like you're hurting,
man.

Bad.

I'm real bad.

Yeah, I've been there myself.

What's the matter?

Can't you connect?

My man got busted.

See, I got the bread here, but I lost my
man.

The street's getting pretty tight,
but... Hey, maybe I can help anyway.

You want to help me connect?

Where? Well,

the thing is, I'm a little short.

Maybe we can help each other.

All right, look here, sure.

It's 20 now, and 20 right here, okay?
Yeah.

Yeah, Pete, we'll be back in a while.

No, no, hold it. No.

You just sit right there until I bring
him back. Okay.

He's going to want to look you over
first.

Okay, hurry it up. Hurry it up. Okay?
Yeah.

Hey, when the little angel ever deal
from the bottom of the deck? It's 100%,

man.

Look me around the track starting to...
Hey, Harry.

How about Riggs? I guess we're off the
hook now, huh?

There's only one problem.

He talked before he died.

He set a private detective off looking
for you.

You sure?

Out of all the two -bit flakes you could
have hired to put Fritz away, why do

you pick a junkie who used to ride for
me?

Hey, stay cool, Harry.

Riggs rode for a lot of stables, not
just yours.

This private eye will never trace him
that way.

He doesn't have to. He's going to find
you.

Come on, even if he does, you know he's
not going to get anything out of me. You

know that.

No, I don't. You see, I don't know that
at all.

Hey, wait a minute, Harry.

I mean, at least give me a chance to
make it up to you.

Okay,

we don't want the neighbors listening
in.

Just take a walk over to my car and
we'll talk about it.

Hey, Harry, what if I get Fritz? I mean,
you find him and I'll snuff him. How

about that, okay?

That sounds good to me. We'll talk about
it in the car. Move.

Come here, darling.

I'm carrying you now.

Thank you.

Yes.

Fritz hasn't called yet, huh?

I can see by the look on your face that
you haven't had much luck either.

Well, you know, there's not too many
jobs in this building for skiing

What's all this about?

Jedediah has been checking all the
offices in the building to find a job

new young lady.

Hey, are things that serious between you
two?

Well, you know, just trying to help out
a girl in distress.

Betty, you've been swamped with work
lately. How would you like some help on

temporary basis?

You're kidding me.

It's up to Betty.

Betty, I love you. You terrific thing.

You're welcome.

Hey, look at that. Looking good.

Looking good.

A kid on something?

I wouldn't doubt it. Listen, I wouldn't
mind that kind of high.

Little angel's file.

His real name is Anthony Searles. Not
much on him. He was once arrested for

pushing, but he beat the rat.

Now, what I would like to know, why
didn't you call me in on it?

Well, John, I didn't want to do that
until I was certain that Little Angel

the man that Riggs named.

Oh, any more on the man seen walking
away from the shooting?

Oh, the witness said she only saw him
from behind. Not much of a description

go on.

Well, that's kind of a naughty problem.
If the man who was seen walking away did

kill Little Angel,

Why did he go after him in the first
place?

Kidding.

Well, since we're supposing... You think
maybe it was because he knew you were

on to him?

That's what puzzles me.

How did he know it was Little Angel when
I only guessed it about an hour or two

earlier?

Barnaby, excuse me.

It's that client you were expecting.

Ask him to hold for a couple of minutes.

That's all right.

We can do some more supposing later on.

Only, uh, next time don't hold out on
me.

Rich, where are you?

You got a pencil, Barnaby, baby?

Shoot.

All right, you take Highway 45 south.

Come to Apple Road. Make a right.

I think the garlic toast is burning.

Mm.

It's only the toast.

Cacciatore's over.

You hungry?

Uh -huh.

Good.

J .R., I was reading about the case in
the papers this afternoon, and I think

it's really unfair.

What's unfair? They don't even mention
your name.

Ah, I'm an Indian. I'm an Indian. I'm
not one of the chiefs. Even so.

Look, have a taste.

Mmm. It's fantastic.

Huh? Hell yeah.

The only way you can ruin my mother's
cacciatore recipe is with a nuclear

device.

Now, what about this witness that
everybody's looking for? Do you think

show up at the trial?

What is this?

I'm trying to impress you with my
culinary talents and all you can talk

business, huh? Well, if I'm going to get
a job in your office helping Betty, I

think I should know a little bit about
what you're working on.

And you think you'll like it?

Like it?

Like it, you bet.

A racetrack robbery?

Somebody trying to murder a witness?

Chasing a dope pusher?

It's a lot more exciting than working at
a ski lodge.

Dope pusher?

Did I tell you about that?

Well, yes.

Yes, that call you made from my place.

The phone call you made to Mr. Jones. I
overheard you mention a dope pusher.

Yeah, right.

How about another taste?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

There's something else that I want to
try first.

Boy, this is some spread, huh, fellas?

Don't buy Jake O 'Hara, the cattle and
feed guy.

You know.

No, but I sure hope you do.

I didn't just break in here, you know.

I once touted him on to seven winners in
a row.

And ever since then, he lets me use the
joint when he's out of town.

All right, how about it, Fritz? You been
thinking it over?

What's the hurry, anyway?

I'm lonely out here.

I enjoyed the company.

Fritz, all right.

I've been thinking about it.

And the name Little Angel just doesn't
connect.

What about his real name?

No. Anthony Fields.

Doesn't mean anything to me either.

Sorry about him. Sorry about the trial,
too.

Yeah, so am I.

Monty Covell would crack if you showed
in court. You know that.

I don't know nothing, except I'm not
going to show.

Not when his partner's out there
somewhere looking to blow me away.

Oh, for crying out loud, Fritz, the
least you can do is just meet us

Hey.

Wait a minute.

How do you like that?

If I tie the name Angel to the name
Searles, I come up with the name of a

I knew like that.

What can you tell us about him? Not
much.

Except I lost a bundle on him once.

When he fell, broke himself up pretty
badly.

Coming around the backstretch. But
there's a guy who might be able to help

He was a trainer that Searles rode for.

Name of, um... Stroop, yeah.

Harry Stroop.

Searles.

Sir.

No, I never heard of him.

You sure, Mr. Troup?

We were told by a reliable source that
Angel Searles once worked for you.

That so?

If there's any doubt, we could check the
payroll record.

Wait a minute.

Now that I think of it, there was a jock
I used once by that name.

It's hard to keep track. So many come
and go, you know?

I tried to find people who know him. His
friends, family.

I can't do you any good there.

If I remember, he got hurt falling off
his mount. And I never saw him again

after that.

I got a thick horse, Mr. Jones. Is there
anything else?

No, if there is, we'll contact you.
Thank you.

I wonder if you're thinking what I'm
thinking.

Stroop's memory is just a little too
convenient, huh?

That, and I can't figure how someone
else would know we're looking for a

angel. Beats me.

What about those two at the Emerson?

No, I made sure that they couldn't
overhear what I was... No, they didn't

me.

What is it?

Did you talk to somebody else?

No.

Not exactly.

What does that mean?

Nothing, nothing. When I called you, it
was from Laura's place. But there's

nothing to worry about on that score.

Maybe. But until I told you about my
hunch, Betty was the only other person

knew. Oh, come on, Barnaby.

You're gonna die. I'm not pointing the
finger, but you just met this girl.

Maybe you better find out a little more
about her. All right.

I will check her out if you want me to.
If it makes you feel any better, I think

it's a waste of time.

I'm sure it is, but those kind of doubts
are best laid to rest.

Wow.

That's a blow.

Sorry to hear it.

The judge just turned down a DA's motion
for a postponement of Cavell's trial.

Well, John, I'm sorry to report things
aren't much better around here.

Right.

How long can the prosecution stall?

No later than tomorrow morning. What
about your friend at the racetrack?

come up with anything?

Well, according to our bookkeeping
records, Angel Searles did not race for

Stroop again after that riding accident.

What about Riggs?

Well, your hunch about him was right.

Riggs also worked for Harry Stroop as a
workout rider until he was barred for

being a drug addict.

Well, that proves that there may have
been a conspiracy between them, but it

doesn't prove that Stroop was Cobell's
partner in a racetrack hype.

Or that he contracted Little Angel to
hire Riggs for the hit -on trip.

I guess I owe you an apology, Barnaby.

I was hoping that I would be the one who
had to apologize.

Yeah, well...

Laura's been... Damn.

Everything she told was a lie.

Everything. The lodge that she was
supposed to work in in Aspen never heard

her. The phone call of her father.

The phone committee doesn't even have a
listing for him.

What a first class patsy I am.

She could have run away from home and
she doesn't want to be found.

Betty, if the circumstances were
different, I would buy anything. But

to be Laura who fingered Little Angel.
Nobody else knew about it.

Oh, man, what a jerk.

Barnaby, I mean, a girl lies about her
father and where she came from. All

right. J .R. doesn't have... I mean,
that doesn't automatically brand her a

criminal, does it?

Maybe not, but I think it could stand a
little further looking into it.

Is there something there?

Nothing really.

My mind is on the case. Oh, J .R., it'll
still be there when we get back.

I thought you were so interested in how
the case is going and where our witness

is. I thought I was... Listen, I can
hear your heart.

Is it as happy as mine?

Look, it's late, and I have to get back
to the office before Barnaby leaves.

Spoil, spoil.

Yeah, well, uh... Barnaby has to leave
by one o 'clock so he can pick up Fritz

Simon for his date in court.

Guess what, J .R.? My, uh... My father
changed his mind.

So I'll probably move out of here to a
nicer place.

But I'll call you, and I'll tell you
where.

Sounds fine.

See ya.

You're jumpy.

Anything? Don't you ever sneak up on me
like that again.

Sorry, darling.

All right.

You haven't answered.

Did you find out where Frith is?

What are you doing?

I'm getting out of here.

J .R. didn't say anything.

I'm sorry, Harry, but it just didn't
work out.

Laura, you know me.

You know what I'll do to you if it means
staying out of jail.

I want some answers.

All right.

All right.

Barnaby Jones is leaving his office at 1
o 'clock this afternoon to pick up

Fritz Simon.

Now, that's all I know.

That's my girl.

1 o 'clock, huh?

You're not gonna go anywhere.

You're gonna stay right here until I get
back.

You understand what I'm saying?

He just left.

And Stroop's right behind him.

Well, Fritz, have you thought it over?
Have you made up your mind? Yes, I've

thought it over, and I'm still not going
to do it. Not as long as that guy's out

there waiting to blow me away.

Well, think about it this way.

Supposing that you don't confront him
now, you might be running for the rest

your life. Well, I'll take my chances on
that. I'm not going into that

courtroom, and that's all there is to
it.

What about your duty as a citizen?

All right, Prince, all bets are off.

You won't come to court with me? Fine.

The Marshal will come and get you.

You're going away for life, dummy.

I'll make a book on it.

Go up to the house and call Lieutenant
Biddle.

While you're there, give Fritz back his
clothes.

What a nice surprise.

Come on in.

It's all over, Laura.

What are you talking about?

Just about now.

Fritz Simon is in the witness box
putting Lonnie Covell away.

Well, that's wonderful.

Yeah. And I figure to avoid a life
sentence, Covell will probably make a

naming his partner in the racetrack
robbery, Harry Stroop.

That's marvelous.

J .R., why so glum? It worked out just
the way you wanted.

Laura.

Laura, Laura, Laura.

You know, things will go a lot easier
for you if you just tell the police

Stroop has the heist money hidden.

Sorry, JR.

I just wish I had met you before I met
him.

You alright?

I'm fine.