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Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather. With
guest stars Meredith Baxter,

Christopher Connelly, Mark Miller,

Richard Evans, Richard O 'Brien.

Special guest star Ida Lupino.

Tonight's episode, The Deadly Cheat.

Jenny, let me help you with that.

Terrific.

Cool, Pastor.

Sure.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Jones.

I'll tell you, Ms. Revere, if time were
looking for a place to stand still, this

is the place.

Would you care for some tea?

No, thank you.

I haven't been in this room for ten
years, and I would say that not one

has been moved.

Well, I didn't think it was within my
province to change anything.

Jenny must have been 14.

You took on quite a job when you stayed
on to raise her when her mother and

father died.

Well, the Sutherlands were very wealthy,
Mr. Jones.

They left me well provided for.

Even if I have to say so myself, I was
the only real mother Jenny ever had.

With her parents running all over the
world.

Well, I didn't know them that well. I
just worked on that one case for Mr.

Sutherland.

Well...

Very cold people, Mr. Jones.

Showing love for Jenny just wasn't in
their nature.

They were so strict with her.

Still kids are like puppy dogs. They
seem to love you regardless.

I suppose so.

But it seems that everything that child
ever cared for was taken away from her.

First her parents, that terrible
avalanche in the Alps.

And now this young man who was killed in
the boating accident. Was Jenny in love

with him?

Yes, Greg Larkin.

He's a nice boy, what I saw of him.

What bothers you about the accident, Ms.
Revere?

Because it's happened again and again.

What has happened?

Well, it seems that any man who becomes
interested in Jenny meets with some sort

of accident.

How many have there been?

Five years ago, Doug Wingate, the local
football hero, thrown from a horse,

crippled for life.

Was he in love with Jenny?

Oh, yes.

And then three years ago, she was dating
a boy, John Ferris, who accidentally

drove his car off a cliff going home
from here.

Now, poor Greg Larkin.

Reading between the lines of that
worried look of yours, it seems to me

think that these accidents were not all
that accidental.

Mr. Jones, I'm sick with worry. I don't
know what to think.

I mean, what if someone...

What if someone wanted Jenny for himself
so badly, he eliminated the

competition?

Yes.

You see, I've got to be sure.

If some mad fool is about, who knows
where he'll stop.

I'm only concerned about you, Jenny,
that's all.

Stan, you've been concerned about me
ever since you almost had to flunk me in

History 1.

Then I had to call you Mr.

Porter.

I would hope, now that we are
colleagues, that you would consider my

about you more genuine.

I do, Stan.

Well, then listen to me, for your own
good.

Go away for a few weeks. Take a
sabbatical. I can't. Working's the only

that's holding me together right now.

Excuse me.

Taking your hair out of pigtails doesn't
fool me a bit, young lady.

You are Jenny Sutherland.

No, wait a minute. Don't tell me you're,
uh... Time's up. Barnaby Jones.

Oh, of course!

Your wavy gray hair.

I remember I always wished my father had
wavy gray hair.

I'll tell you, when all that a pretty
young girl can remember about you is

you got wavy gray hair, you better hang
up the gloves.

Mr. Jones, this is Stan Porter.

How do you do? Are you a teacher, Mr.
Jones?

No, I'm more of a learner.

Mr. Jones is a private investigator.

Oh.

I'll call you later tonight, Jenny, just
to see how you are.

Mr. Jones.

What brings you to Santa Carla? Business
or pleasure?

Business, but it'll be a pleasure if it
turns out to be a false alarm Mrs.

Revere sent for me.

Cassie? Oh, she shouldn't have done
that. She's worried about you, Jenny.

The harder I try to blend into the
scenery, the more I become a tourist

attraction. Yeah, I suppose it is hard
for the prettiest and richest girl in a

town this size to be just one of the
trees.

Mrs. Revere probably figured that I
could find out something about the most

recent accident that happened to one of
your young friends.

Yeah, well, I know what she thinks.

She thinks some big ogre's following me
around trying to cast a deadly spell and

overshows an interest in me.

Ogres are my business.

All sizes.

He's too young to shave, old enough to
spell.

Maybe before I make any more big
deductions like that, you and I ought to

quiet place and have a little talk.

Milk for the young man, and your usual,
right?

Thank you.

Thank you.

What's the usual? Maybe I should have
had that.

Only if you promise not to laugh.

No secrets. That's our deal.

A scoop of vanilla ice cream drowned in
hot chocolate.

Nothing very usual about that.

Jenny, on the way over here, you said
that...

You never saw Doug Wingate again after
the horseback riding accident?

No, only in a nightmare now and then.

I remember climbing down the mountain to
where he'd fallen. I thought he was

dead.

And his eyes opened.

Scary.

I don't think I've ever gotten that
completely out of my mind.

Ms. Revere said that the second young
man, what was his name?

John Ferris.

He was a senior up at State.

I was in my junior year of Pacific
Western.

You went away for a while to a clinic
for a rest?

Yeah, that was Cassie's idea.

All I could do was cry all the time.

I didn't make any sound at all.

I needed the rest.

Now I've got something to keep myself
occupied.

You like teaching?

Yeah, very much.

I don't think I can tell you very much
about Greg's accident in the boat.

It's still very vivid to me.

Sort of unbelievable.

This doesn't seem to be exactly the
place to blend into the scenery.

Want to go?

Hey, you haven't seen Doug Wingate since
the accident.

Didn't he ever write to you and tell you
how he was getting along?

No. I wrote to him in Boston once,
though, at the hospital.

He never answered.

I heard that he could never walk again.

Well, you go ahead. You must have a lot
of paper to correct, teacher.

I'll try to correct a lot of mistaken
impressions around here.

Thank you.

It got right about there.

Top speed and bluey.

Any idea how this may have happened,
Sheriff?

Just sort of an educated speculation.

Apparently something went wrong with the
carburetor.

Ran all right at normal speed, but when
young Larkin opened it up, a jet stuck.

Overflowed gas. Caught fire on the hot
engine.

That boat became one fast -moving
Molotov cocktail.

Good theory.

Where'd you get it?

Lester Watkins. He runs a garage down
the road toward town.

Greg Larkin always worked on his boat
down there, mainly because Lester has

the tools and he did all the work.

There's a sample of his work. I'd get my
plugs changed elsewhere.

Lester knows what he's doing all right.

He said he told Greg Larkin to get that
carburetor replaced.

You're welcome to take a look at the
reports, Mr. Jones.

Because I don't know exactly what you're
looking for.

You know anything about jinxes, Sheriff?

I heard that talk, too. Pay no attention
to it.

And you think all of these accidents
that have been happening around Jenny

Sutherland are just, uh, coincidence in
your book?

Well, not one scrap of evidence says any
different.

And Doug Wingate's, uh, horseback riding
accident?

That wasn't a police matter?

Who am I gonna question?

The horse?

What about the young man that drove his
car over the cliff?

Look, Mr. Jones, I don't want to talk
ill about the dead, but a young Mr.

Cut John Ferris drove his car off a deep
canyon road.

Well, we found a broken quart liquor
bottle in the wreckage.

Mrs. Rivera says John Ferris didn't
drink much.

He shouldn't have bought it by the
quart.

Look, I feel bad about Jenny Sutherland,
too.

I've known her since she could hardly
reach the pedals of her bike.

Well, when you've got looks and money,
people are going to talk about you, no

matter what.

You don't suppose Jenny's good looks and
fat bank account might have been a

fatal attraction for somebody over the
years?

You got any big city ideas? We got us a
killer stalking the streets of little

old Santa Carla, Mr. Jones. I'm afraid
you're going to be disappointed.

Granted, our Jenny's going to be a very
rich lady someday.

What do you mean by someday?

Well, you'll have to talk to their
family lawyer about that.

See, that used to be Cal Medford.

Still is.

Well, thank you very much for your time,
Sheriff. I appreciate it.

Okay, Jenny, cut it.

Better let me give it a once -over.
Smooth it out.

I want to check your brakes, too. You
got a squeal there.

I didn't hear anything, Lester.

That's because you got pretty ears.

You don't hear what I hear.

Well, maybe I'll bring it in later in
the week. I really want to go home now.

Well, I'll drive you. Give me a chance
to road test it. I'll bring it back to

you tonight.

Okay, if you really think it needs it.

Well, Buck, I'm going to drive her home
and bring the car back.

Okay, Lester, but I got to be out of
here by five.

I don't want to be going home.

It's really nice of you, Lester, going
to all this trouble.

I'd do anything for you, Jenny.

Besides, we don't want to have happen to
your car.

What happened to Greg Larkin's boat, do
it.

Yeah, fill it up with soup.

Right.

There she is.

Ten miles.

Oh, that is great for the circulation
and the breath.

Yeah, but it seems to me you don't get
to see much of the scenery on one of

those things.

This is all the scenery I'm interested
in, Mr. Jones. I've come from a 37 to a

34. Yeah, but the years and good food
giveth, the bicycle taketh away.

Age is a state of mind, Mr. Jones.

Yeah.

Well... This is the state of California,
and I guess I just naturally assumed

that Jenny would get her full
inheritance at the age of 21.

No, 30.

Those were the terms of her parents'
will.

Of course, Jenny wants for nothing right
now, but in six years, as you put it,

she'll be a very wealthy woman.

Yeah, a very pretty one.

How much would you say that her fortune
would amount to in round numbers?

Her real wealth... and property and
securities today is appraised at $3 .2

million. Ms. Revere seems to feel that
that amount of money wrapped up around a

pretty package like Jenny might have a
fatal attraction for someone.

Cassie Revere is an old fool.

She still treats Jenny like she's a
teenager.

Actually, Jenny is a very mature woman.

She's certainly too mature for those
young galaheads who are always hanging

around her. No experience, no judgment.

And sort of reckless, too.

What do you mean?

Well, it hasn't been exactly healthy the
last few years for any young fellow who

was fond of Jenny.

Oh, nonsense. Just some overage show
-offs with the victims of their own damn

foolishness, that's all.

I take it you don't believe in jinxes
either?

Absolutely not.

And Cassie Revere's is making everything
worse.

I've got to tell you, Mr. Jones, I don't
approve of this raking over of old

coals just to appease the devious
suspicions of this old maid.

I suppose what Jenny needs is a mature
kind of man that she can lean on,

with experience and judgment that she
can depend on the rest of her life.

Exactly.

You wouldn't be sort of staying in shape
for that job, would you, Mr. Mitford?

I am not at all ashamed of my affection
for Jenny, Mr. Jones.

And it's not at all uncommon for a young
woman of her circumstances to find

exactly what she needs in an older man.

I thought I'd return these books and see
if Jenny would like to go out for

dinner. Well, I'll take them, Mr.
Porter.

Our dinner's already in the oven. Thank
you.

Perhaps she'd like to take a walk later.

I mean, I just think it would be
therapeutic for Jenny to be with friends

time like this.

Well, at a time like this, Mr. Porter, I
think I'm quite capable of providing

any after -school friendship Jenny may
need.

Thank you for returning the books.

I'll tell her you were here.

Mr. Porter from the school.

Why didn't you invite him in?

I can never tell what he's thinking
behind those thick lenses of his.

Cassie, you should have invited him in.

Listen, Jenny dear, you mustn't
encourage someone like that. Not even in

slightest.

Encourage?

Yes, he's just not right for you.

He's just a school teacher.

So am I.

But you're also a very wealthy girl,
remember that.

And you should be very cautious about
people who pretend affection for you.

Darling, you look tired. Try and get
some rest while I get dinner, hmm?

Just a minute, I'll be right out.

Hear anybody drive up?

You say Lester was dead when you got
here.

What time was that, Mr. Jones? About a
half hour ago.

And no one else in the vicinity at all?

Not a soul.

What time did you leave, Buck?

Five on the dot.

Lester was still working on Jenny's car
when I left.

I don't need three guesses, but tell me
what you're thinking of, Mr. Jones.

I think we can scratch coincidence as an
explanation of what's been going on

here, Sheriff.

Bananas and grapes come in bunches, but
not coincidences.

Buck, did you ever have any trouble with
this Jack?

No. Never?

No problem.

Four young men who all kind of like
Jenny Sutherland, now they're all either

dead or missing.

Lester? Eve may have worked on her car,
but no way.

Lester blushed at hardware store
calendars.

Come here a minute.

I don't know how Lester fell about
hardware store calendars, but I got a

that I fell about Jenny.

Well, I'll be.

Sheriff, somebody's trying to raise you
on your car radio.

Look.

Do you have any equipment in here that
would make a track like that?

No, I'll tell you, that could be a bike,
though. You know, the kids bring them

in sometimes.

I don't think so.

It's too regular, and it kind of goes
along paired.

Hey.

Hey, that must be the guy.

Sure, the guy in the wheelchair.

Somebody come in here in a wheelchair?

Came in this afternoon. He asked for
gas.

He wanted to know, you know, where the
cold drinks, where does it come inside?

I tell you, that guy moved that thing in
and out of the car like it was nothing.

Did you ever know Doug Wingate?

Wingate?

No, but I only lived around here about a
year now.

Mind if I use your phone?

Sure, go ahead. There's one over there
on the bench. Thanks.

Oh, operator.

I want to make a collect call to Los
Angeles.

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you? I
have a quick call for Mr. Barnaby Jones

at Santa Carla. Will you accept charges?

Yes, operator. I'd be more than happy to
accept the charges.

Hello, Betty.

I want you to do some long -distance
checking for me.

Sure enough.

Just name the direction.

East. We start with the Boston Memorial
Hospital.

About five years ago, they treated a
Douglas Wingate for injuries

received in a horseback race. writing
accident.

I know.

It's ridiculous.

It's absolutely impossible.

Douglas Wingate hasn't been seen or
heard from in years. I'd like to talk to

Jenny. Well, I'd rather you didn't, Mr.
Jones, not tonight.

Lester Watkins is dead. I'd rather Jenny
find out about it from a friend.

I'm afraid it's too late for that. The
kind friend has already called from the

village. Couldn't wait to offer a few
comforting words to Jenny.

How did she take it?

She's beside herself, poor darling.

Had to call the doctor, give her some
sedative pills to quiet her down.

She's sleeping now.

Mrs. Revere, are you absolutely certain
that you didn't hear someone in town

mention that they might have seen Doug
Wingate?

I wouldn't be likely to forget. Why?

Because I have a very strong feeling
that Mr.

Douglas Wingate may not be too far away
from here right now.

I think that it would be a good idea to
let Jenny rest for a few days.

I've already called the school.

Just let her sleep till the pills wear
off.

Good night. Good night, Mr. Jones.

Betty, I've been trying to call you
since breakfast.

Well, I guess I was trying to reach you
during breakfast.

It was just an hour's drive, and I
figured I'd better get the information

before you went gallivanting off
someplace.

You got the right number from Becky?

I traced Douglas Wingate through four
states.

It seems that he had a series of
operations at that Boston hospital.

None of which turned out to be
successful, I understand.

Right. He was released to a
rehabilitation center just outside of

Now, their records show that he entered
college in Pennsylvania.

I thought that was a dead end until I
reached the alumni director who was

working late.

Douglas Wingate's class bulletin was
mailed to upstate New York up until

years ago.

That's only three states.

You just love doing this to me, don't
you?

For the past three years.

Doug Wingate has been getting his mail
at Five Oaks, not 20 miles from right

here.

Congratulations, Mrs. Jones. You have
just won yourself a trip to Five Oaks,

California. Get in.

Doug Wingate, isn't it?

That's right.

If you are Doug Wingate, do you mind
telling me why you've been keeping it a

secret that you've been back in these
parts all this time?

You got any business asking?

I'm Barnaby Jones. This is my daughter
-in -law, Betty Jones. I'm a private

investigator working for, you might say,
Jenny Sutherland.

Betty's been up all night tracking you
back and forth across the country.

What for?

Before I answer that, do you mind
telling me where you were about 6 .30

night?

What is this?

You don't have any right coming here
asking me questions like that.

Take it easy, Doug.

We're only here because that wheelchair
of yours made some pretty clear tracks

all over the scene of her murder.

Murder?

Lester Watkins.

You were there earlier.

Buck Fowler will identify you.

Maybe I was.

But I was back here about five.

Did anyone see you?

Yeah, a dozen people.

I didn't close up here until eight o
'clock last night.

What's this got to do with Jenny?

I'll trade you an apology for an
explanation.

Why are you hiding here in Five Oaks?

Who says I'm hiding?

I just got a feeling.

Is it so you can drive over to Santa
Carla every once in a while and take a

at Jenny?

So I can get a look at her.

That's all.

Don't you think she'd like to see you
too, Doc?

No.

Ginny used to look up to me.

I don't think I could stand it to sit
here and have her look down at me.

It's enough that I still love her.

I don't want to spoil it.

You're the only one I know who's fallen
in love with Jenny and lived to talk

about it.

I know what people are saying.

But she's not a jinx.

She just had a lot of bad luck.

Yeah, like that time he fell off the
horse.

How'd that happen?

It was easy for anything but a nag.

Jenny's horse took the jump like a
rabbit.

Mine balked and threw me.

How'd you happen to pick a spooky horse
like that?

I didn't.

Who did?

Jenny.

But she didn't know what she was doing.

She feels bad enough. It wasn't her
fault. She was just a kid.

Thank you.

I want you to talk to Mrs. Revere.

About what?

There's a doctor that treated Jenny for
a while after John Ferris drove his car

off that cliff.

Get the doctor's name. I want to know
the nature and length of her treatment

the diagnosis.

Mrs.

Jones.

I'm very sorry, but I cannot help you.
Well, are you sure? Barbie thought that

it might be useful if we could talk to
the doctor who treated Jenny.

I don't see why.

I mean, what does it matter? The clinic
isn't there anymore.

They tore it down for a new housing
project.

Well, did you ever speak to the doctor
while Jenny was a patient there?

Yes, but he didn't think it was anything
serious.

You see, Jenny's a very high -strung,
emotional girl, and she's had some

dreadful nightmares.

It's been a very bad time for her.

Well, try to remember, please, if you
can.

Well, he said something about Jenny
daydreaming too much, trying to escape

reality, having personality problems.

Well, heaven is after what she went
through. Who wouldn't?

Was the term split personality ever
used?

Yes, I believe it was.

Well, thank you very much, Mrs. Lear.

You're welcome.

Bye.

Did I start early?

No.

Jenny Sutherland.

I'm Betty Jones, Mr. Jones' daughter -in
-law, secretary.

How nice.

Well, then we'll be seeing you again.

Yes,

I hope so.

Jenny?

Surprise.

I think you're mean.

Why?

Being here all this time.

Never even a call.

How'd you find me?

I heard someone say that you were living
close by.

So your old friend Jimmy Winter is in
San Francisco, and I thought that if

anybody knew where you were, he would.

I didn't want you to know.

I was afraid you might still be mad at
me.

I could never be mad at you.

I love you, Jenny.

I don't have a right to say that
anymore.

Yeah, you know, as I was saying, Lester
would stand on his head just to be

around Jenny, but I think the closest he
ever got to her was when he worked on

her car.

Buck, do you recall exactly what
happened the day before Greg Larkin was

in his boat?

Yeah, like I said, Greg trailered it in
here for Lester to work on.

For Jenny with him?

Mm -hmm.

They were driving over for Jenny to meet
Greg's aunt.

I'd say it was getting to be meet -the
-family time for those two.

And they left the boat here that night
to be fixed?

Mm -hmm.

I'll tell you, though, Lester wasn't any
too hot on the idea. He was busy.

He told them all Greg had to do was
adjust that spring on that valve.

The kid could do it.

But, I don't know, Greg said he'd rather
Lester did it.

I think he was afraid if he did it
wrong, it might cause an explosion.

What time did Lester go home that night?

I don't know.

It was sometime after supper, though.

What makes you think it was after
supper?

Well, when I emptied the trash around
here the next day, I found paper plates.

Little cartons, you know?

Is that plates, plural?

Yeah.

Musta musta had company. There was two
of everything.

There was plates, slaw dishes, drink
cartons.

Where would Lester get a take on me like
that?

The diner up the road here.

There you go, mister.

You gotta be kidding. Over half our
business is takeout, mister.

Let's concentrate on that half.

Two weeks ago, the night before Greg
Larkin was killed out on the lake,

Watkins came in here and he ordered food
to go.

Poor Lester.

Maybe you can do a favor for poor
Lester.

Try to remember he ordered two of
everything.

Well, he didn't order two of everything.

You know, I never took an order like
that before.

What does like that mean?

Well, besides all the other food, he
orders himself a malt, like he always

And then he ordered, would you believe
it, he ordered a cup of hot chocolate

with vanilla ice cream.

You got a phone around here I can use?

Yeah, sure, outside.

I think Mrs. Revere may have the answer
for us.

She said that the doctor told her Jenny
was running away from reality and she

had personality problems.

I was afraid of that.

Did the doctor call it split
personality?

Yes. She remembered when I said it.

Just came over the radio. The police say
somebody stabbed him in a store up in

Five Oaks.

They say who did it?

They don't know.

But can you imagine that? A guy in a
wheelchair?

Was he the same guy that came into the
garage?

One and the same.

He's still alive?

Just barely, I guess. I only caught part
of it. Then I came looking for you.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Jenny? Jenny, it's Barnaby Jones.

Jenny, are you home?

Barnaby.

I thought you'd forgotten all about me.

How could I ever do that?

Ms. Revere home?

I guess she went out at the store.

That's all right. I really wanted to see
you, Jenny.

Well, how nice.

Can I get you something to drink?

No, thank you.

Jenny, I think I may have stumbled onto
the answer to all those unpleasant

things that have been happening to you.

Stumbled?

Well, that's hardly a descriptive word
for expert detective work now, is it?

Accurate, though.

You see, I stumbled onto this thought
that Doug Wingate is back and living

around here somewhere.

Doug?

Very nice young fellow.

Yes, yes, he was.

I told you. He fell off his horse.

Yeah, I remember. I told you.

I talked to him.

He said that you picked out that horse
for him.

No.

Well, I don't remember.

It was such a long time ago.

Did you know that the horse shied?

Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?

Oh, no, that's right. You're milk,
aren't you?

That's right.

John Ferris wasn't much of a drinker
either, was he?

One for the road.

Go on, finish it.

I am afraid.

How much whiskey did you have to get
down John Ferris that night?

Enough to get him drunk so that he'd
have the accident on the way home?

is living around here somewhere.

I have the feeling. I've just got the
feeling.

Would you like to talk about Greg
Larkin's book?

Have you seen it? It's a beauty, isn't
it?

Maybe I should be saying all these
things to the other Jenny Sutherland.

What other Jenny Sutherland?

The one who was never shown any love.

Her parents were very strict with that
Jenny.

Well, it was evil, Mama said.

Men were such beasts.

Even my daddy.

I had to keep myself pure.

I couldn't let anyone touch me.

You were taught that love was evil?

heard me, Jenny.

One side of you wanting love so very,
very much, the love that was never given

you. The other side, afraid of being
loved, afraid of being evil.

That's the Jenny Sutherland that had to
destroy anyone who loved you.

I didn't know any Jenny Sutherland like
that.

You didn't go to Greg's aunt that day,
did you?

You went back to Lester's.

Because there was one little spring that
had to be fixed.

And then Greg's boat would only have one
last fast run.

I don't know.

Lester was delighted to see you again.
He offered to get you some food.

I don't know. What are you going to
have, Lester?

The waitress down at the diner
remembered.

A scoop of vanilla ice cream and hot
chocolate.

Lester didn't know what went on at the
garage while he was at the diner.

But he told you he loved you, didn't he?

Only one person was ever afraid, really
afraid, that you would be loved.

And that one person was you.

I'm so glad you're here.

You get through to the hospital, Betty?

Yes. Doug Wingate's going to be all
right.

But I wonder if she is.

I'll never be able to prove it, Mr.
Jones.

Any of it.

You only have to prove things against
criminals.

I can't believe that Jenny, who just
waved goodbye to us, is a criminal.

Maybe one day, with the proper
treatment, she'll tell the doctors all

I did the best I could for her all these
years, Mr. Jones.

I know you did.

But sometimes I wonder why there's so
much room for love in little houses

sometimes and no room for it all in big
houses.

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