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Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen, also starring Lee

Meriwether, with guest stars Gary Lockwood, Corinne

Camacho.

Tonight's episode, Sunday Doomsday.

Good morning, Betty. How are you on this beautiful... What's wrong?

I don't know.

I was on her door when I came in this morning, and this was with it.

In memoriam, Barnaby Jones, who will die...

Sunday the 4th.

That's funny.

I feel fine.

Never felt better in my life.

That's three days from now. What kind of a sick joke is that?

Oh, forget it.

I've gotten crank mail before.

Well, I'm not going to forget about it. I'm going to call Lieutenant Taylor or

somebody down in that department if you're not going to, and I'm going to

off the barbecue for tonight.

Look, I'm taking it serious.

There's no reason for both of us to panic.

We'll have the barbecue at the ranch exactly as planned.

No panic.

Barbecue is planned.

But are you going to call Lieutenant Taylor, or am I?

Well, I think I'll pay him a personal visit.

If somebody wants me dead Sunday, Sunday's a rotten day to die.

Your life's darn valuable to me, Barnaby.

but not so much I can assign you an around -the -clock bodyguard.

Is that what I asked?

If I were you and you were me, I'd be screaming in your face and pounding a

for you to get off your duff and protect a civilian like me.

I'm not really worried.

Well, I am.

What kind of a mind sends a funeral wreath?

A cruel, twisted mind.

Well, that's not enough for us to move on, and you know it.

Who asked you to?

No, you didn't.

But what do you want?

List the men I sent up or helped send up.

I want you to cross -check that against whoever came out of prison lately, let's

say in the last six months, and give me a printout on it. And what about all

those names not on this list?

The ones who never did any time because their lawyers got them off?

That would make the list too long. I've got to limit it somewhere.

The man you sent to prison has got a bone to pick with you. You heard that

saying, haven't you, Joe?

Work on it, will you?

Okay.

I want to talk to every one of them.

Funeral wreath.

What kind of a man thinks like that?

Psychopath. Weirdo.

Daddy, not too fast.

I'm getting dizzy.

Please, I'm afraid.

No,

I don't think so.

The faster the better.

I'm going too fast.

No, please. She's scared. She wants off.

I'm a mother, and I know when a child is scared. And I don't like people butting

in my business.

What's it to you anyway, lady?

Listen, mister.

I've seen her here before, but I've never seen you.

Who are you anyway?

Well, ladies, I'm the little tyke's father.

Daddy, I want to go home.

I want to go home.

Just one more thing, baby.

Race you to the car?

Okay. Go on.

Oh, you're so late, you two. I was worried, and it's

nasty outside.

Did you have a good time?

Daddy played a joke on a lady.

Well, you're going to have to hurry. We're late for the doctor.

Oh, come on now. Daddy should have brought you home sooner.

Okay. Give Daddy a big kiss, huh?

Thanks for the nice time.

Okay, honey.

I mean it, Howard. I want you to see her, but you're just going to have to

her home on time. We agreed upon a certain thing, and you have... Don't you

criticize me in front of our daughter. Do you understand, Bonnie?

As far as she's concerned, we're supposed to be in love with each other.

Understand? So don't you ever criticize me again.

Yeah, we had a nice time. She's a great girl.

Yeah.

I'm glad. I want you to see her whenever you can.

Hey, look, I appreciate it. I really do. It's going to be a regular thing now.

I got a job right here in town, draftsman.

That sounds wonderful.

I learned it while I was in prison.

I'm good at it, too.

Well, I'm glad everything's going so well for you.

Hey, you know what?

I kind of got a serious girlfriend.

Well, that very night... Yeah, we wrote a lot while I was in, and it's got kind

of serious.

In fact, I was going to ask you a favor.

What sort of favor?

I want to get her a birthday present.

You know, I don't know, she keeps talking about her dress.

Nice dress.

Yeah, okay.

What size does she wear? What kind?

Just about your size.

Hey, she keeps harping about basic black, so why don't you get her a nice

dress, huh?

Sure. Oh, Bonnie.

Here's some money for the dress.

And just maybe you could put that in with it, okay?

Mm -hmm.

Thanks.

Your money's no good, Danny.

Put it away.

Give the gentleman another drink.

We'll be at the table.

Your money never was any good, Danny.

Another milk, too?

Maybe later.

My money wasn't that bad.

Passed for seven months before anybody hauled it clear.

How was it in the slammer this time, Danny?

You meet old friends.

What's on your mind, Jones?

You working, Danny?

No, Barnaby, I'm not.

But it's a funny thing.

I don't have to check with you or my parole officer.

My parole was over the 17th of last month.

Congratulations.

So?

Do you want to knock me over, Danny?

You?

It's not a bad idea.

But it's no way to make a buck.

How do you figure to make a buck?

I'm moving to Hawaii.

I'm getting married.

My new wife has a steady job there.

Look for yourself.

Two tickets, L .A., Hawaii.

One way.

Leaving Saturday, see?

You satisfied?

Satisfied.

Checked out Danny Gernreich, number seven on the list.

Big fat zero, Joe.

Why don't you just hold up out at the ranch and lock your doors until we can

find out if this screwball is for real?

I'm a growing boy. I need fresh air.

You mean crawl in a hole and pull it in after me? For how long?

We'll have a final printout on the rest of those names maybe tomorrow.

Barnaby, there's a Jonathan Conroy on the line. He says it's personal. We

have him in the files.

Excuse me, Joe.

Barnaby Jones.

Jonathan Conroy, Mr. Jones. You remember me from the Newport Ski Club last 4th

of July?

I don't exactly recall, but what can I do for you, sir?

Well, I sure remember you.

You and I, you knew everything about them guns.

Betty, try to treat her to this.

You still there, Mr. Jones?

Yes, yes, I was just trying to recall our conversation.

I really don't know everything there is to know about guns.

Well, now, I'm fixing to go hunting in a few days, and I just wanted to make

sure I took along the right equipment.

What kind of game are you going for? Well, the animal I'm tracking, Mr.

stands about 73 inches tall, weighs maybe 180, 185 pounds, and has gray

You got any ideas?

Yes.

Don't aim that gun at me unless you're hiding behind a rock.

Oh, it'll be face to face, Barnaby.

You can count on that.

Listen.

Are you still there?

Hello?

Hello?

Any luck?

No, darn it.

You didn't sound familiar to me.

A real cutie.

Will you reach your friend?

I reached him.

Well, he agrees with you. That's the one. I'll take it.

I'm going to say 20 rounds of high -powered ammunition.

I know you'll find it's everything you require, sir.

Sir, I realize the chamber is empty, but a good rule is never point a weapon at

anybody.

Unless you want to kill him.

You're absolutely right.

Really, Mr. Jones, Tamar is too much. Is he a trick horse?

You bet you he's a trick horse. As a matter of fact, before I came out of

retirement, I taught him quite a few stunts. We're probably a little rusty

but we'll see.

Rusty. If Barnaby isn't fishing when he takes a break, he's out here riding

Tamar.

Yeah, it's getting a little dangerous riding in the valley.

Straight Indians, Barnaby?

No, freeways.

Well, Tamar, you got an audience here. Step up, folks.

Step up a little closer, folks.

See Tamar, the one and only.

It's going to take two weeks in the gym.

Sorry about that. Well, we'll get rid of it somehow.

I beg your pardon. I have a delivery for a Betty Jones.

Oh, that's me.

A package? Barbie, what is this, a surprise?

Not from me. Maybe from one of your other admirers. Yeah.

Thank you. Looks nice, whatever it is. Oh, wow. Hey.

It's not my birthday. What is this beautiful dress?

For you to wear at Barnaby Jones' funeral.

You're the last person I expected to see.

The last I ever wanted to see.

Excuse me if I keep working. I promised a customer.

I don't want to bother you, Mrs. Padgett. I want to talk to your husband.

That's a good one.

Funny.

Funny ha -ha and funny peculiar.

I'd laugh, but it's just a little bit too ironic.

Well, you can't talk to Marty.

So if that's all, goodbye.

It's just for a few minutes. It's important to me and it might be

the both of you. Why all this interest in Marty now?

You couldn't care less when you sent him up in 58.

I didn't send him up, Mrs. Patrick.

He broke the law, and the law sent him up, and you both know that.

What's so important all of a sudden?

Somebody's threatening to kill me.

I hope they do.

It's obvious that it's someone who hates me, and Marty's on that list.

Where is he?

In Saltel Cemetery.

He was in a hospital ward all last year and he finally got his hands on a

pistol. Sorry.

I'm really sorry, Laura. Believe me.

Barbie Jones office. May I help you?

Yeah, this is George T. Lane speaking.

L -A -N -E.

Is Mr.

Jones there?

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Lane.

Mr. Jones isn't in the office at the moment. Can I take a message?

Well, gee, I do want to reach him right away. It's important.

Do you know where I might find him? I'm sorry. He's due at a meeting at Century

Plaza West, and I don't think I'll be able to reach him.

He's due out of there about 2, 2 .15. Could I have him call you then?

Yeah. No, no.

I'll call back.

I'm not in the office right now.

Thanks. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

This just came special messenger.

Two days.

No fingerprints.

Didn't expect any.

Felt pen you can buy anywhere and no trace on that special messenger here.

You can buy this photographic paper in a thousand stores in Los Angeles.

This was obviously taken when you returned the dress.

Hey. What?

You remember I told you the man called and never called back?

Yeah. Well, that's how he got that one. I told him where you were going to be.

Let me get that name.

The name is George somebody.

Except it was Jonathan something when he called from the skeet shooting club.

Now, names and sound of voices aren't going to help us now.

Barnaby, all this, the wreath, those pictures.

Why would anybody... Go to all that trouble?

Yeah. It wants me to sweat, pulling the wings off to fly.

You want me to call Joe Taylor?

No, not just yet.

Betty, if I asked you to draw a circle on something, what would you use?

Size of these?

Size of those, and as perfect as those.

Water glass, bottom of a coffee can, maybe?

No, perfect.

One of those, um, whatchamacallits the kids use in school.

These weren't drawn by any kids, and those whatchamacallits are a compass or

pair of dividers.

Perfect circle.

Right on the nose.

Now, each one of these prints has a little hole right in the middle of the

circle.

And he's cross -haired as he drew in.

You could draft plans with those right angles.

So who are we up against?

What kind of profession would you say we might be dealing with?

An engineer?

Draftsman, maybe?

He'd keep drafting in penitentiary.

A draftsman.

A draftsman who's a real cutie.

Roger Gossett, 1940 North Channel Road, Santa Monica.

Released from Chino Authority 29 November last year.

Anybody else?

Negative.

Okay, thanks.

Roger Gossett, Barnaby.

Unless there's somebody convicted on a federal rep and sent out of state,

Gossett's got to be your man.

Have you checked the disposition of those sent to federal penitentiary?

it's in the works.

We should be getting a teletype from Washington any time now. But I'll bet

Gossett. He's local, he's a draftsman, and he learned it in jail.

Roger, are you too busy to see anybody?

No, Mom. Send him in.

Hello, Gossett.

Barnaby Jones?

I don't believe it.

Hey, it's good to see you. No kidding.

How about a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.

Good to see you, too.

How's it going?

Oh, great, great. Whole new career. Couldn't be better.

Say, what brings you here?

Somebody's trying to kill me.

I thought maybe you.

Why should I want to kill you, Mr. Jones? You did me a favor, you know.

I did?

How do you figure?

Well, look, when you nabbed me, man, I was dying. I had a habit. I was pushing.

Now I'm clean. I'm working.

I got a future.

Besides, I couldn't very well kill you even if I wanted to.

Why not?

You remember the New Year's rides at Chino, don't you?

See, I figured if I had to make a trade, losing my mobility but finding myself,

well, that's more than a lot of guys ever get, isn't it?

So like I said, between what you did and getting the education in prison, I got

to figure somebody did me a favor.

I see.

No, no, no, that's all right.

Listen, thank you for that. Bye.

Thank who for what?

Well, it worked out like this.

There were only two men sent upon federal charges.

Settlin is still in Leavenworth.

But in Atlanta... Howard Lee.

Fraud. He was released last week.

And he has a trade school qualification in...

Drafting? Drafting.

Production artist, rendering like that.

They said he's an exceptionally fine student.

Did he know where he went on the outside?

No, he served his full sentence, was released. That's all the warden knew.

What now?

I can take it from here.

Take it where?

Well, there are plenty of places where I can look for him.

Old address, old friends, hangouts.

Don't worry about it.

What do you mean, don't worry about it?

Well, you've got things to do, and thanks.

For what?

I think you just saved my life.

I still have to get through tomorrow.

Oh, you got any special plans for... Barnaby.

I'd like you to plan to spend tonight and all day tomorrow at the ranch.

All right.

What about you?

Oh, I'll be here.

I won't be able to cover all the bases I want anyway.

I'm going to ask Joe to let me use a couple of hotlines. I might ask some of

off -duty boys to help me out.

I'll be here till I poop out, and when I get sleepy, I'll sock you in on the

daybed.

I don't like it.

Nobody's asking you to like it.

You sure you'll be all right?

I've done it before.

You will eat something, won't you?

Which reminds me, I've got to do some shopping.

Cupboards look pretty skimpy after the barbecue.

You can take off any time. Oh, honey, before you go, would you get me Joe?

Look.

We're better off than we were an hour ago.

Before, all we knew was that there was somebody out there wiring a booby trap

for me.

At least now I know what the booby trap looks like.

Betty Jones, isn't it?

I beg your pardon?

Betty Jones?

Hal's wife?

I'm Brian Harper.

I'm sorry.

You're TLA.

I was a friend of Hal's, and you and I met several times after the games.

Well, obviously you don't remember.

Forgive me.

Brian Harper?

How do you do?

Yeah, Hal and I were in the swimming team together, and we were both Sigma

Phi's, the literary society.

I, uh...

I was in the Bahamas when I heard about hell.

Sorry, Betty.

What a guy.

How's Barnaby?

He's fine.

Well, I met him once.

Yeah, after that famous water polo game against Berkeley.

Oh, yes, I remember that one.

Well, give my regards.

I'll do that.

It's nice to see you again, Betty. Yes.

Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

You out of gas?

Out of something, Betty.

Listen, there's a gas station a couple blocks down. You want me to give you a

lift? Gee, you sure I'm not putting you out?

No problem. Come on.

Okay.

Well, he must be in trouble again, Mr. Jones. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

I wanted to be sure. That's why I want to talk to him.

But I never know when he's going to show up.

I mean, we are divorced, you know, when he was in.

Howard only comes by when he's visiting Chris.

Where's he living now, Miss Lee?

I really don't know that. Can't you tell me why you're looking for him?

You know if he's got a job?

I think he does.

He has a good job with a drafting firm or something.

He does nice work.

Did you do his own printing, too?

Yes, it always was a hobby of his.

You know what pictures like this would cost unprofessionally?

Now when everything was seeming to work out for him, he even has a girl. They

like each other a lot.

I even bought a present for her for Howard.

A dress.

That's a very good guess.

A black dress.

How did you know that?

Thank you very much for talking to me, Miss Lee.

But, Mr. Jones, do you want me to tell him that you're looking for him? I think

he knows.

Don't come in shooting, Barnaby.

Just me.

Just looking after the store.

How are you doing?

Not a peep around here.

McManus called in about 9 .30.

He'd hit three of the addresses.

Nothing.

Going out to Hollenbeck now.

How am I going to square it with you guys?

On your own time?

You're experts. I get paid for working.

Shut up and eat your pie.

Did you have anything to eat at all?

Yeah, a sandwich somewhere in the car.

Blanks, huh?

Me, I don't expect him to make a move until Sunday.

These psychos get hooked on a battle plan.

They follow it.

Did his ex -wife open up?

But Howard is in town.

It's Howard Lee, Joe.

He's a draftsman.

Camera is his hobby.

He has his wife to buy a black dress for a present.

Pass inspection?

You both pass inspection.

I hope we can say the same thing Monday morning.

Why don't you get some sleep?

You kicking me out?

Well, thanks.

Hello? Bonnevie?

Betty?

You alright?

No, I'm not.

Bonnie!

Hello?

Well, don't worry.

He'll come back. He'll die out frantically.

I bet he wishes now the foreman would stay on Sundays.

Barnaby, he wants you to come along.

Do what Howard says, Barnaby.

Lee, if you harm her in any way, I'll... She's just leverage.

It's you I want.

Like I said, you and I, face to face.

I'll be out.

I'll be there in 40 minutes.

Don't you hurt her.

No mistakes, Barnaby.

No tricks.

Just remember, I can see in all directions out here.

No innocent pickup trucks cruising by or...

Or horse vans.

And if a helicopter just happens to fly over, well, I'm not sure what I might

do.

It might make me think you were going back on your word.

How can I help it if a car... You just better.

Hang up now, dear.

Barnaby, don't worry about me.

Do you usually have a big breakfast, or is it just toast and coffee or something

like that?

What?

Well, I don't want to cause any trouble, but I thought you might be hungry, too.

You want me to fix you breakfast?

I would appreciate it, Betty.

Though I don't want you to put yourself out.

What do you want?

Well, scrambled eggs or an omelet.

Either one would be fine.

Whatever you want, Betty, would be fine with me.

Would you like some orange juice?

Great.

Frozen?

We have six trees.

Must be nice to have fresh orange juice any time you want.

You know, I've learned a lot about you two lately.

I've learned a lot.

What gets me is how you can stand it.

I know the hours you put in, alone in the same room with him, all the time,

every day.

Barnaby? Yeah.

He likes to boss you around a lot.

I know him.

I know what he can be like.

My father was exactly the same way.

They didn't sound the same.

I know that kind.

Loves to give orders.

Yes, sir! No, sir!

I have to run the world just the way they see fit.

Rules and laws.

And if you step out of line... Barnaby isn't like that.

You know, everybody practically forgot about it. Jones didn't have to keep

me. It was all over. A lousy fraud. Everybody forgot about it.

Nobody was even paying him by then.

He just didn't want to have a case like that still on his books.

What the hell difference did it make?

I'll tell you.

A gold star for him and six years out of my life for me.

She'd just been born, too.

I knew my daughter six lousy months before Jones butt in.

Once a week.

That's how many times they let me see her. A couple of lousy hours a week.

But Barnaby Jones, Barnaby Jones, boy.

He thinks he's God Almighty.

You finally made it.

Where is she?

Where's Betty? What have you done to her?

Nothing.

She's just fine.

She's in the ring.

Why don't you see for yourself?

I know.

Hey, Barnaby!

Why don't you come a little...

Just saying.

I've got it, friend.

Dad.

You'll be my friend.

Listen, Howard.

Just keep coming, baby.

Come on.

You said this was between you and me.

Let me get her out of here.

Pardon me.

You all right?

I will be.

You?

Soon.

Let it be.

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