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Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Epson.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

With guest stars Tim O 'Connor, Brooke Bundy,

Ramon Biray, Susan Howard,

Jonathan Lippe.

Tonight's episode.

Death leave.

I'm a doctor.

I want to help you.

Can you tell me your name?

Shut the door.

Shut it. Up against the wall.

Open the slate.

Open the slate.

Open it.

Get him back.

Attention all units in the vicinity of fifth and eighth.

A 211 in progress at Whitman Building, 8th floor, Madhawk Jets, Code 3.

Samson and Whitney.

Yep.

That graphic is nearly the same.

37.

Oh, Peter.

Oh, my.

It's such a beautiful car.

Are you surprised?

I just came outside and there it was.

I thought it belonged to somebody else until I read your note. Really?

I really don't need all those things.

You are going to spoil me. Well, I'm going to do my best anyway.

Why not? You're the most important thing in my whole life.

partners are waiting how about joining us no not right now i've got a little

work to do i'll see you later

He just wasn't the type to kill himself.

He was never depressed.

Well, now, that's hard to say.

You see people who go along apparently on top, and then one day they put a gun

to their heads. But not Roy.

He was up, and lately he was really up. He was so excited.

Do you know why?

Something about a new job.

What kind of a job?

I'm not sure exactly.

What kind of work did Roy do?

Roy did everything.

You name it, he was a... He was a handyman, a gardener,

groundskeeper, a carpenter.

But most of all, he was a clown.

Clown?

You mean a clown, as in funny?

As in clown.

Kids'

parties and supermarket openings.

Hospital. But most of all, Roy liked to make people laugh.

I think that's great.

To be a clown.

Grimaldi. Pagliacci.

All the great clowns with their baggy clothes and bouquets of carrots.

That was Roy.

And their painted -on smiles hiding all the sadness underneath.

Roy was not sad.

And he didn't kill himself.

You're pretty sure of this, aren't you?

Yes.

You've got to help me prove it.

Do you go to the police for this?

Well, I feel kind of silly going to the police.

Where did Roy live?

Next to me in the canyon. I could show you.

This is nice.

It's really very nice.

It's almost a shame Roy's not here to see it.

Almost, but not quite upright.

The pie is always a little bit tastier when the pieces are bigger.

Besides, like you said, it was an accident. He lost his balance.

That's right.

How much do you think we're going to get?

Well, it's impossible to say.

You said that new shipment alone was worth more than a million and a half.

On the open market, not to offense.

Don't worry, I'll see we get a good price.

I'll make it soon. I don't like hanging around here any longer than I have to.

Well, if you care to, I can always have your share forwarded to you.

It's all right.

I'll wait.

Danny? Yes. Peter Harris.

Oh, Peter.

It's always a pleasure to hear your voice.

I'll have that money for you in a day or two.

Oh, is that a day or two?

Two.

Two. Got it.

I'm marking that down.

Don't put me on now, Danny. This time it's for sure.

Oh, you've got a sure thing, huh, Peter?

You know, gamblers pick up such interesting phrases.

I'm not gambling for this money.

I certainly hope not.

I marked down the number two in my appointment book, Peter.

Let's see, that would be Thursday.

Now, if you don't show up on Thursday, on Friday, I'm going to have to...

have it on Thursday.

Relax. There's always a first time for everything.

Our mutual friend did say it was your first time, didn't he?

It doesn't matter.

Amateur or pro, I predict a real future for you.

$425 ,000.

They're worth almost two million.

Not to me.

Then there's no deal.

Maybe I missed something.

Ah, yes. A simple oversight.

I think I can go 450.

Five.

Why quibble?

I'll have to have cash.

You didn't expect me to give you a personal check, did you?

I'll have to have a deal so to get the money I

Was right about you you have a

future

You would have liked him, Mr. Jones. He loved to make people laugh.

Kid made him this.

I just can't get it out of my mind that clowns are traditionally melancholy.

You still don't believe me, do you?

I believe you were in love.

Is he?

You didn't tell me that he had actually been with the circus.

He never mentioned it to me.

I wonder what else he didn't mention.

Up here.

I'll be down in a minute.

There's a delivery truck over at my house. I'll be right back.

The delivery man said he ordered these three days ago to be delivered today.

Sorry I had to run off on business.

Be back tonight.

Now we can get married.

I love you, Roy.

Does that sound like a man who could commit suicide?

No. No, it surely doesn't.

But what... What was he doing out there on that ledge?

No need for an autopsy?

No, death by massive concussion.

Funny about that right kneecap.

There were a lot of broken bones.

Yeah, in the upper part of the body, but the upper part of the body or the heavy

part of the body dictates the fall.

Roy Hazen landed head first, right?

Right.

And how'd he get a smashed right kneecap?

Maybe it got twisted under him somehow.

Is that satisfied you?

Doesn't satisfy me.

Thanks, Jim.

Barnaby!

What are you driving at?

Sorry I'm late.

I talked to Sergeant Danvers.

Roy Hazen did have a police record.

And nothing much. About eight years ago, he was tried and convicted on a bunco

charge in Lima, Ohio.

That must have been when he was with the circus.

Well, at least now we know he had a little arson in his heart.

Okay, roll it down.

Roll it.

Coming up is that other angle I told you about, Mr. Jones.

Notice the way he checks his watch.

I wonder why he did that.

In some earlier footage, his right knee seemed to give way.

Lost his balance?

Who took his film?

Paul Franklin.

From where?

The 8th floor Whitman building.

Okay, thanks, Tim.

all through Harry. Thanks.

Pigeon watching, Barnaby?

Hello, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir. I'm carrying messages.

Well, that's how you get your information.

You here on the Van Huff robbery?

I got one more tenant on this floor to question, a lawyer.

What are your thoughts on the connection between the leaper and the robbery?

Well, we were working on that theory, but we can't tie them together.

Seems neat.

Deeper attracts a crowd, ties up traffic.

A squad car can't get through.

I know.

Coincidence? So far.

Unless we can prove otherwise.

I don't believe in coincidences.

Uh, Mr. Harris?

Yes? I'm Lieutenant Hager.

Oh, yes, Lieutenant. My secretary told me you'd stop by.

I'm sorry I've been so busy.

As a matter of fact, I'm... On my way right now. Just one question or two.

I have to check everyone on this floor who was here during the time of the

burglary. It's just routine. I see.

Now, your secretary said that you were in your office from 2 to 5 .30 on the

afternoon of the burglary?

Yes, that's right.

Did you step out into the corridor at all during that time?

No, I don't think so.

If that's your office back there on the corner, you had a better view of the

leaper than I did from where I was standing.

Barnaby Jones, Peter Harris. How do you do?

Well, that's quite possible, Mr. Jones, but I'm not sure where you were

standing. Well, did you see him when he first came out on the ledge? No, I

didn't.

Say, do you mind if I come up to your office sometime and take a look with

these?

No, not at all. Not at all. Thank you.

Nice to meet you, gentlemen.

Got time for a cup of coffee, Barnaby?

No, thanks.

Got to see a lady who had a circus.

Oh, Barnaby.

It's so good to see you. Oh, it's good to see you, but it's getting more

difficult to see you.

Yeah. Gee, ain't this great?

Lost 237 pounds. Lost 200?

No, you won't find them around here.

Same old Barnaby.

Imagine, I haven't known you since you were that big around.

Well, they say in every fat person there's a skinny one screaming to get

I screamed and here I am.

It's great, Flo.

Oh, I don't know that it is.

I miss the circus.

Always will.

Yeah, it went out of style.

Along with the fat lady.

Oh, I'm married now.

There's Jack Spratt.

He's my weight watcher.

Flo.

You know... Oh, that's Roy. Roy Hazen, the clown.

Gee, he was great.

Funny, huh?

Oh, more than that. He went high.

Really? More money in it.

A guy like that wouldn't have been afraid of heights.

Well, it's not. It's where he lives.

Roy all right?

Roy's dead.

Gee, I'm sorry to hear that.

What happened?

Well... Poor clown.

Lord, where would a guy like that go to keep in shape?

To the gym, I'd imagine.

Any particular one?

Mike's in Santa Monica.

A lot of the refugees from the circus work out there.

Thanks, Lord. And don't lose any more weight.

I may not be able to find you again.

Bonneby!

Heads up!

Honey, don't give me that.

I'm sorry, sir.

Look, first you put me on hold, then you tell me he's not in.

Mr. Harris wasn't earlier than he left.

And I just keep missing him, huh?

That's right, sir.

Where'd he go?

I don't know, sir.

I told you, I don't like that smooth talking. Take it easy, Ed.

He's crossed us.

It takes time to fence that stuff.

He's had time.

Ten to one, he's in Mexico. Right now, living it up big on our money.

I have trouble just getting out of bed in the morning.

You know, Roy Hazen, he could do all that stuff.

Acrobats, aerialists, punambulists.

Punambulists? Yeah, a rope walker.

Used to string a slack rope from the ceiling, work up high on it. Last couple

weeks, as a matter of fact.

Did he ever get any jobs rope walking?

Oh, yeah. That's why he started working up high again.

He had a job with a sportsman show, dancing on a high slack rope.

Well, thanks for the information, Mike.

I'll see you.

I don't know. This might be something.

There was this guy came in here right after the sportsman show closed.

And he called Roy over and they talked.

And that's the last time he worked out here. Last time I saw him. Would you

recognize the man?

Oh, I don't know. They were over by the door.

Was he thin, fat, short, tall, young, old?

Oh, about six feet, early 40s maybe.

Good looking guy.

not a guy that works out you know he was an office type i had a briefcase

Yes. It's all there.

Don't worry.

Well, each time you're a little later, Peter.

But we don't worry.

At 200 % interest, I don't know why you should.

That's strictly business.

Maybe I should contact Gambler's Anonymous.

Oh, don't.

Try instead our champagne flight to Las Vegas.

There's a free bus trip to Lake Mead.

No, thank you.

You don't have to gamble, Peter.

Take along your tackle. You can fish like me.

Oh, it all happened so fast that it seems like a dream now.

No. No, it's more like a nightmare.

I know. I read the police report.

Can you add any more to the description of the two men?

Oh, not with those masks they were wearing.

They were both under six feet, though.

Yeah.

And I think they were in their 20s. I could tell from the way they moved and

talked.

Ms. Temple, I understand that you received a big shipment of stones from

the morning of the robbery.

Yeah, that's right.

Who knew about that ship?

I guess everybody who works at Van Hoff.

Oh, Mr. Jones, if you're thinking that this was, um... What is it that the

police use that word?

An inside job.

An inside job.

You're wrong.

Well, now tell me, supposing that two people were talking about the ship and

way we are now, and somebody else overheard the conversation.

Oh, Mr. Jones, I think I can vouch for the discretion of everyone in this

office. What about outsiders?

Outsiders? Yeah, maybe somebody that works in your accounting firm, does your

books.

The accounting firm consists of Mr.

Keller, who's been here for over 25 years.

What about cleaning people at night?

Oh, the files are all locked before we leave.

They'd have no way of finding out anything.

Lawyer? Retained by the firm?

Oh, well, you're welcome to talk to him if you want to. It's right down the

hall. What's his name?

Peter Harris.

Peter Harris?

Is there something wrong, Mr. Jones?

No.

Something's right.

Never have believed Los Angeles would go high -rise.

On account of the earthquake.

Beginning to look like New York City down here. I like it better the other

Adobe.

I'm not quite that old.

Mr. Harris.

Took you up on your offer.

Come in, Mr. Jones.

Thank you.

Say, you really had a grandstand seat, didn't you?

Did you notice the way the leaper checked his watch?

No. He checked it and then he moved down to the corner of the building. I

thought that was odd.

Say, that is a beautiful case.

Yeah, thank you.

I've never seen one like this before.

Yes, I had it made.

Unusual lining.

Yes, I'm very fond of Paisley.

Did you notice a way his knee buckled just before he jumped?

No, I didn't.

It did.

I checked it on the TV coverage.

Did you know he was a circus performer?

No, actually, I never followed the story.

Unambulous. How do you like that word?

Rope walker.

A man like that has absolutely no fear of heights.

Mr. Jones, you've come up here to think out loud.

I'm really quite busy.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The window opens, doesn't it?

You could have called over to the leaper, given him some legal advice.

I'm going.

Thanks for the view.

And you sound happy. What happened?

Everything's starting to make sense.

Have you heard from Little Eddie?

Oh, and a call goes out for the best informant in the business. It doesn't

Little Eddie long to answer. He's inside.

Hey, Bobby.

Thought you was out in the boondocks raising turnips.

Sometimes I am, but it's not turnips.

It's rutabagas, Eddie.

Rutabagas. Oh, sorry.

They're all roots to me.

What'd you find out about Peter Harris?

Best lawyer in town.

More than that.

He, uh, he likes Vegas a lot.

That's, uh, what I mean.

More like that.

I thought so.

Got a juicy one for you. Harris dropped $50 ,000 in Vegas five months ago.

Had to go and hock to a so -called loan company to pay his markers.

How does he stand with a loan company?

Paid up.

When? Yesterday.

Interest too?

Right. All the juice.

200%. $150 ,000.

Nice business, huh?

Meet Therese Maroud of Vegas.

Thanks, Eddie.

I always wanted to do business with a gentleman farmer.

Call me any time, Bonnery.

Yep.

Hi. Oh, there you are.

Hey, you are home early. Yes, I wanted to give myself time to pack.

Pack? Pack for what? Oh, didn't I tell you? No.

We're leaving for Hawaii tomorrow morning.

What's the occasion?

Well, I didn't think we needed one, but if it'll make you any happier.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's wrong?

Oh, I... I don't know. It's just... First the car, now the trip.

Well, what's wrong with that? Peter.

You don't have to buy me things.

Oh, baby.

I'll remember that. I promise you.

After we come back from Hawaii.

Sorry to bother you again, Mr. Harris. Your wife let me in. She is an

woman. Thank you. Say, I like this place. Better than your downtown office.

What a magnificent trophy.

Bighorn sheep.

Vanishing species.

Yes, but I shot it years ago, Mr. Jones.

Oh, yeah, when shooting was still in style.

Who are you working for, Mr. Jones? The police?

No, I have my own business.

Private investigation.

Oh, I see.

You're investigating the robbery for the insurance company.

No, I'm investigating a coincidence.

Jewel robbery occurred just about the time Roy Hazen fell to his death.

Well, I'm a lawyer, Mr. Jones, and I deal in facts, not coincidences.

That's funny. I know some lawyers who made a fortune turning facts into

coincidences.

I'm not that kind of a lawyer. And you don't like coincidences either.

were probably waiting for just such an opportunity.

Well, anything.

That leaper, when he appeared, I simply seized upon him.

Then you don't see any connection between the leaper and the thieves?

Well, I don't see how, Mr. Jones, since the leaper is dead.

That's true.

Interesting rifle.

Telescopic sight.

Take down?

Neat.

22 -long rifle.

Steel jacket.

Isn't that kind of unusual for game?

Makes a small hole, goes right through.

You have to get a head or a heart shot.

You must be quite a marksman.

I used to be.

I wonder if you'd excuse me now, Mr. Jones.

I have some work to do.

Good day Mr. Jones.

That didn't take long.

Well, your husband's a busy man. I didn't want to take up too much of his

I guess he has a lot of things to do before we leave.

Going on a trip?

Why? Going there without swim fins and mask is like going to Palm Springs

without a tennis racket.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Miss Harris, you know a man named Roy Hazen?

Roy Hazen?

No. Why?

I thought he was a friend of your husband.

I don't think so.

I guess I was mistaken.

Aloha

Candyman

You're late.

Better late than never.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

Like what?

Most of the stuff was too easily traced. The fence wouldn't touch it. I knew you

were going to pull something.

I'm not pulling anything.

I've got 100 ,000 here.

50 for you and 50 for me.

We don't like it.

You can take it or leave it.

Just answer your questions.

Now we're going to go to your place and we're going to take all of it.

Thanks, Jim.

I'll have this fabric back in the morning.

There's no hurry.

Say, I'm sorry the lab didn't have a better report for you, but his knee, the

cap and all, was shattered. There was really no way to tell.

This may do it.

It's a sidewalk concrete, and that's all.

What did you hope to find?

Traces of steel.

The way I figure, Roy Hazen was shot through the knee with a steel jacket

bullet.

Smashed a kneecap and went on through, and I was trying to prove it.

Barnaby, according to the paper, that jewel robbery's been solved.

What? It's a late addition.

Just arrived.

It's a falling out among thieves.

Said that two men who'd gotten into an argument shot each other.

Three pieces of the Van Hoff heist were found in the apartment. Police theorized

the rest of the jewelry had already been fenced.

And that clears Peter Harris of the robbery.

Pretty neat.

Very neat.

Cut to be something.

Where are you going?

To be a funambulist.

What did you find, Barley?

Evidence of pigeons.

You got your case all wrapped up, Lieutenant?

Well, if I did, I wouldn't be retracing my steps to see if I've overlooked

anything.

Well, I'm afraid all I've got so far is a bunch of loose ends.

Or maybe I should say loose threads.

What do you mean?

These were caught on one of the earrings in Frank Tilton's apartment, part of

the Van Hoff loop.

Pretty color.

What did your lab say about these?

Some kind of Italian silk.

May I keep these for about an hour?

Of course.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Yes? Mr. Jones, to see you.

Tell him I'm busy.

Now, wait a minute.

Ask him to come in.

Well, Jones, find that coincidence you've been after?

I like this view.

I just saw you out there on the ledge.

Find anything?

Yes. Yes, I did.

And I can't help but admire this case of yours again. It is a beauty.

Such fine silk.

No, Jones, I just don't understand you.

I mean, this robbery has been solved.

So the papers say.

And the jumper, the leaper, was a suicide.

Yes, but I don't believe all that.

What do you believe?

That it wasn't a coincidence.

That you were the coincidence.

What? Joe!

That's ridiculous.

I don't think so.

Where'd that go?

I've got him.

Betty, I've got him.

Call Lieutenant Hager.

Tell him to send a squad car to 806 Stone Drive in Bel Air.

Why? What's wrong?

Why are we leaving now instead of in the morning?

Go inside and check that we've got everything.

Peter do it

We're

in a hurry Jones, what do you want?

The police found these threads in Frank Tilden's apartment. They were caught on

the back of some jewelry.

So?

Why tell me? Because it's curious.

About an hour ago, I plucked some threads out of the lining of that custom

-built briefcase of yours, and they match.

The way I figure it, you held out three pieces of jewelry.

You took them to Tilden's apartment.

Then after you killed your two partners, you planted the jewelry so it would

look like they killed each other fighting over the loot.

Looks like I figured right.

Get up against the car.

I'm usually not much of a betting man, Harris, but at all the odds, you'd never

make it to that airplane this evening.

You'll never know one way or another, Jones.

Get in the car.

I guess you were smart not to take that bet after all.

Roy didn't kill himself. I just knew it.

And I have you to thank for proving that.

But why do you think he got mixed up in a robbery? Why do you think he did it?

Maybe he was looking for a shortcut to heaven.

You. Me?

And the way he figured, that took big money.

But I thought I had shown him that we didn't need much.

When a man loves you, truly loves you, that's sometimes a hard message to get

across.