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Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen, also starring Lee

Meriwether, with guest stars Susan Clark, Roger

Perry, Lyndon Childs, special guest star John

Vernon.

Tonight's episode, Woman in the Shadows.

Wake up. Oh, hi, Graham.

It's Lila Evanston. I think she's dying.

Oh, no.

Not now.

Listen to me. I think she's dying.

All right.

Hurry. Start epinephrine.

Resuscitate her.

Hank.

Hank.

You did the best you could.

I killed her.

An epileptic shock.

I shouldn't have used the experimental matrix in her reconstruction.

She couldn't handle it.

No one will blame you.

Well, her husband will.

And with his kind of money, he can make it stick.

The insurance company will handle it.

Again?

It's taken me two years to come back from the last malpractice.

I mean, there isn't a plastic surgeon alive who could survive this.

There must be something we can do.

Another strong resemblance.

Oh, no.

Hank, it would never work.

The bone structure wouldn't have to be changed at all. Just tissue alterations.

Any discrepancy would be covered by the accident.

No, I won't do it.

The voice, my hair. It's easy. All we'd have to say is Lila Evanson had a

laryngeal node removed.

And hair we can fix later.

No.

I'd owe my life to you.

If you love me.

If you really love me.

You're beautiful.

Are you ready?

What if something goes wrong?

Look, we've been through all this.

These last few weeks, you've learned more about Lila Evanston than her

knew all the time they were married.

But sooner or later, he's got to know.

No.

Her face was nearly destroyed in the accident.

All you have to do is play it smart.

He was her husband.

John and Lila haven't been close for years.

Dr. Danvers.

Mrs. Edmondson.

I have your rooms all ready for you. Thank you, Dodie.

How's your son? Is he still in St. Louis?

Yes, Mrs. Edmondson, and doing quite well.

It's good to have you back.

It's nice to be home.

Take good care of our patient, Dodie.

It's going to take a little while.

Yes, sir. You can depend on me.

Lila?

I wasn't expecting you back today.

I wish you'd told me.

I was just on my way to London. I wanted to be back before they released you

from the hospital.

I thought you might enjoy the surprise.

That's all right, John. I need rest anyway.

Are you sure it's okay? Yes.

It's the first time I've seen your face without bandages.

Only if you promise not to be too critical.

You're a magician, Hank.

You've really outdone yourself this time.

Wait till you see the bill.

How's the arm?

It's getting along nicely.

I'm glad you're home, Lila.

It's nice to be home.

Well, I'll play.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Well, Mrs. Evansmore, we've done it.

Mrs. Evans, the doctor said you were to stay out of the sun.

Oh, yes.

Can I do that?

Sure.

Oh, before I forget, Jimmy called.

He says he's holding 3 o 'clock open for you this afternoon.

Jimmy? Mr. Collins.

He says no one's to see you till he does your hair.

Oh.

Excuse me.

It's a gentleman from your insurance company. He said it was important.

I told him you weren't being visitative.

That's all right, Dodie.

Good morning.

Mrs. Everson, I'm Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator retained by

California Meridian Insurance. Look at your accident.

Oh, that was over three months ago. I supposed all that had been taken care

Well, at the suggestion of your doctor, we didn't bother you for a little while,

but since your chauffeur was killed and the gentleman driving the other car was

killed, we didn't have much to go on.

I'm afraid I'm not going to be much help. You see, I have no memory of that

accident.

Then you don't know how fast your chauffeur was driving.

Sorry, it's a total blank.

But your chauffeur was driving.

That's true, isn't it?

Well, he would have to be. You see, I don't drive. I don't even have a

You did say you were working for my insurance company.

You see, the family of the gentleman who was driving the other car, the one who

was killed, is suing for a million dollars, and we'd sort of like to know

the facts.

I'm sorry. I don't remember anything.

Lila?

What are you doing out here?

I distinctly gave you orders not to expose yourself to the sun.

Dr. Danvers' bark is worse than his bite.

Only when my patients don't look after themselves.

This is Mr.

Barnaby Jones. He's a private investigator for the insurance company

accident. Howdy. How do you do? I've been meaning to call you, just routine

questions. Routine?

But a lot of them.

I see you're familiar with the insurance companies.

Insurance paperwork is a millstone around every doctor's neck.

Call my secretary. She'll make an appointment for you. Oh, sure. And now,

don't mind, Mr. Jones, I'd like to examine my patient.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Evanson.

I'll see myself out.

Bye.

Something we didn't count on.

If he's all we have to worry about.

You know, you ask me, the real wonder is anyone lived through that crash.

Were you at the scene of the accident?

Oh, yeah. I got there before the ambulance.

See, I got this 460 mil in that rig of mine, and nothing can outrun it, not

a black and white, if I get a head start.

Was chauffeur and the driver of the other car alive when you got there?

No, no. Matter of fact, I thought the lady was dead, too. The way her face was

all messed up.

She would have been, too, if she'd been pinned behind the wheel.

Look, I told all this to the police about three months ago.

Say, they said to leave everything just as it is.

Yeah, I know.

Ms.

Evanson said that Schoffer was driving.

Well, that's hard to tell. They were both thrown clear.

Looked to me like he was thrown from the passenger side, though.

She was on the driver's side when I found her.

The car could have spun around after they were thrown out.

Yeah, it could have done most anything.

Did Mrs.

Evanston talk to you that night?

No, like I said, she was in awful bad shape.

Sorry, I'm afraid I gotta run, man.

Look, I should have taken off ten minutes ago. Okay, I'll just look

Yeah, okay, go right ahead.

Mrs. Evanston.

How nice you look.

You don't know how happy we are to have you back.

Thank you, Rita.

Mr. Collin is tied up right now, but he gave specific instructions that I was to

take you directly back to his private studio.

The roses are for you.

I mean that, you know.

Every word of it.

Well, aren't you going to say anything?

I don't know what to say.

Well, you could start by saying thank you very much for the flowers.

Thank you for the flowers. Then I can kiss you.

And we can start talking about getting out of here and going to my place.

Not today.

What? The hospital can't possibly have changed you that much. This is your

boy. Well, it's just that I'm not feeling well, and Jimmy, I don't want

rush things.

My goodness.

Things really have changed.

And what's this?

What are you talking about? That birthmark.

That's your hairline. It's not there anymore.

Dr. Danvers removed it. He did, huh?

My goodness, no scar, huh?

He's very meticulous.

Very good.

Well, well, well. Your hair is different. Your voice is different. My

whole different woman.

Dr. Danvers, he's a magician. Yes, he certainly is.

I have to go.

Yes, maybe you're better.

You're looking a little pale.

And I'll tell you what, maybe under the circumstances, it might be better if I

came to see you tomorrow.

Mighty thin file.

Is this all there was on the Evanston accident?

It's just an accident case, partner. We need our file space for murder and

mayhem. Well, it'll be a lot thicker before I get through.

According to the autopsy report, they found no blood alcohol in the chauffeur

the driver of the other car. Did they run a test on Mrs. Evanston?

No, not routine procedure to run a test on a passenger.

If she was a passenger.

Didn't think she drove.

Well, she doesn't have a license, but that doesn't prove she wasn't behind the

wheel of the car.

According to the diagram, there were no skid marks, no spin, but it looked

through all the world like she may have come out of the car on the driver's

side. Yeah, well, high -speed impact does some funny things.

Or alcohol.

Our company's going to have to have a lot better evidence on this to defend

Evanston in a civil suit.

Well, what did she say?

Well, that's just a thing. She claims she doesn't remember.

I wish I could find just one person who would definitely testify that she was

not behind the wheel of that limousine.

Owns deli and catering, but it's fast and friendly service we deliver, pilot

Doug. Betty, were you able to track down that parking stub?

Will you listen to the man? I float in here on the aroma of hot pastrami and

cold potato salad. He wants to know about a ticket stub. Excuse me.

Yes, I did.

No, I tracked down seven companies before I found the one that printed that

stub.

The one you found in the limousine?

Yeah.

Came from a place called the Blue Heron. At the beach?

Yeah.

Don't think I'll run out there.

But you haven't had a bite of lunch.

Well, you know how it is. One bite leads to another.

You like hot pastrami, don't you, Lieutenant?

It's the fruits of being self -employed. The police department gives you a full

half hour for lunch, whether you need it or not.

Oh, Brutus!

Sit.

Come on, Brutus.

Hello, how are you?

Never thought I'd see the day when you and Brutus would become friends.

You're back early.

Yes, I should have phoned you from the airport.

I know how you hate surprises.

Not at all.

How did things go in London?

Negotiations ended early, so I came back here to coordinate the efforts.

It all sounds very hectic.

Truth is, it wasn't hectic at all. I left before negotiations started.

Why?

Because I thought I saw something.

Something in your face when you came home.

Just wanted to make sure it wasn't my imagination.

I thought you were pleased with the results of the operation.

I am. It's not that.

But looking at you now, I realize that I've been guilty of too many trips like

this one.

Unnecessary trips to unnecessary places.

You know what I mean.

No, I'm afraid I don't. Not nice to tell me.

I've never been very good at talking to you.

Strange it should.

You seem different now.

Come on, John. I don't think I've changed that much.

I had a lot of chance to think on that plane.

For the last seven years, we've done our best to make each other miserable.

Was I really that awful?

Let me finish this, otherwise it will never be said.

Dr. Danvers told me that the node removal would alter your voice, a slight

change in your appearance, maybe even your personality.

I want you to know, Lila, I welcome those changes.

That's the nicest thing you could say to me, John.

Look, mister, the kind of place that I run here at...

It wouldn't pay if the word got out that I talked out of turn. You know what I

mean? I mean, uh... Hey, thank you.

A fella brings a secretary in for a little drink, a little employer

relationship.

It's really none of my business.

Ever seen this woman?

Uh... Yeah.

Yeah, I have. She used to come in here once or twice a week.

Limousine always used to park in the lot here and wait.

Good.

Now, I'm here because I'm looking for someone who has seen her drive that car.

You know, the chauffeur is the only one I've ever seen drive it. Of course, that

was quite a while back.

Three months?

Yeah, yeah, three months ago.

She always used to come in here alone and meet the guy here.

You know the guy's name?

Sure, sure. His name is, uh...

His name is Jimmy.

That's all I know.

Could you describe him to me?

Yeah, sure.

Medium height, good -looking guy, dark.

He's kind of a real smooth operator, you know?

Well, if you ever see him again... Call that number.

Oh, yeah. Hey, thanks.

These kind of prices, I'd deliver the guy to your doorstep if I see him.

Amazing. What is it?

Your hair really has changed.

However, I have a feeling that I can do a lot more with this.

Why don't you say exactly what you mean?

Look, darling, you can play games with your husband if you want to, but I know

you're not Lila Evanston.

I've known ever since the first time I touched your hair.

You forget that I knew Lila.

A lot better than anyone else.

I would like you to know that I admire what you've done.

What do you want?

Lila was crazy about me.

She used to give me things.

All the time.

Clothes, car.

Really nice things. She had a wonderful taste.

You'd like to keep on getting nice things?

Mm -hmm.

Only what's fair, though. I mean... You are getting yours. I don't see any

reason why I shouldn't get mine.

Actually, I've had my eye on a little shop in San Francisco.

How much?

$50 ,000.

I haven't got that kind of money.

You can get it. I know you can.

Look, it's just not as simple as that. I mean, the money you're asking for...

It's just money, right?

Actually, you'd be contributing to the development of a great talent.

One day I expect to have a shop in Las Vegas, Miami, Chicago.

I think big.

Just like you.

Mr. Jones, you're asking me to break the confidence of the doctor -patient

relationship. Doctor, your patient is facing a very serious lawsuit.

From all the evidence I've been able to gather, she was driving the night of the

accident.

Well, that's nonsense.

I've just come from the emergency hospital where they looked at Mrs.

the night of the accident.

Their blood workups indicate a high concentration of alcohol which could

a felony drunk driving charge.

Well, I can assure you she said nothing to me that would indicate anything like

this.

I thought you were supposed to be on her side.

I am.

Well, the best way to help her is to forget the accident.

Her husband is an extremely wealthy man. He can afford the settlement, whatever

it might be.

No one can afford manslaughter.

Well, all I know is that she can't afford to go on reliving that accident

the rest of her life.

Maybe she's better off not remembering.

Too bad that is a medical opinion and not a legal one.

Are you quite finished, Mr. Jones?

I have some work to attend to. Well, I won't keep you. I wonder if you could

tell me where I could find Nurse Mayberry.

Karen Mayberry?

What do you want with Nurse Mayberry? Well, our company sent her several

covering round -the -clock care for Mrs.

Evanston.

You and I know that Mrs. Evanston would be more likely to talk to her than

anyone else.

Nurse Mayberry is no longer with us.

She left town, I understand.

No one with that.

About six weeks ago.

Did she leave a forwarding address?

No, she didn't.

Kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it?

But not if you have more important things to occupy your mind with.

Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Jones, I really do have some work.

Well, I don't want to hold you on. I better get going myself. I want to get

to the nurse's registry before it closes.

Nurse's registry?

Yes, I figure anyone as capable as...

Nurse Mayberry would be signing in somewhere, just about the time you got

settled.

See you.

Dr. Danvers, here.

Yes, can you talk?

Yeah, what is it?

That, um, detective, Mr. Jones, was just here.

He's looking for Karen Mayberry.

Are you sure you took care of everything?

Uh, well, I closed the apartment.

Yeah, I think so.

What do you mean you think?

All right, all right, yes.

Hank, are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Good. Because Mr.

Jones isn't our only problem. That hairdresser, James Cullen, was back.

What did he want?

I told you already, he knows.

He wants $50 ,000.

Hank, Hank, let's give it up. I'm scared. It's not going to work.

Now, you just hold on, dear.

I'll talk to Mr. Collin, and I'll call you back.

Good night. Good night.

Is that you, George?

Listen, George, we've left you quite a mess here today.

You make it sparkle and I'll take care of you on payday, all right?

What do you want? We're closed.

Are you James Cullen?

Yeah, what do you want? We're closed.

All right. Okay, you want the money? It's over here in the drawer. Just hang

a second. Wait till I turn off the water.

Here you are.

I don't want your money.

May I help you, Doctor?

Yes, ma 'am.

Jones is the name.

Is Dr. Danvers in today?

No, he isn't. Is there something I can do?

Yes, ma 'am.

I'm really looking for the nurse that Dr. Danvers used to go with.

Oh, Miss Mabry.

Yes, that's the one. I'm afraid you're a little late. She left some time ago.

Surprise to all of us, I might add. Yes, I know. I checked the nurse's registry,

and she didn't leave a forwarding address.

I thought possibly she may have taken a private job with possibly one of the

doctors who worked at Dr. Danvers.

That would take a lot of checking.

Not really. I'm just interested in the doctors who worked on the Lila Evanston

case. Oh, that should be right here.

Now, let's see.

Uh -huh.

Assisting physicians Luce and Thompson.

Anesthesia nurse, Karen Mayberry. Of course, this was just the first

the one they did at St. Agnes.

There's no one listed here for the second operation.

Oh.

I didn't know there was a second operation.

One evening, about three weeks into her convalescence, a minor tissue repair.

Dr. Danvers often handles those right here.

I see.

Oh, would you happen to have a personnel picture of Nurse Mayberry that I could

borrow?

Hmm, yes.

Here it is.

Oh, thank you very much. I'll get this right back to you.

And do you happen to know the name of the neurosurgeon who took care of Mrs.

Evanson's arm?

I understand from emergency hospital report here that she suffered some

to the radial nerve.

Dr. William Fairmont.

Yes, poor thing. She could hardly hold a glass in her left hand. They decided

not to intervene.

Oh, I thought they'd done a repair.

Her hand looked just fine.

I'm afraid not.

The neurosurgeon decided to wait six to nine months to see if the nerve would

repair itself.

Oh, I see. Well, thank you again.

Oh, uh, Dr. Jones, if you don't locate Miss Mayberry, I've always wanted to

for someone with a charming bedside manner.

Miss Dobbs, I assure you that when I need a nurse, you'll be the first one I

call for.

You're coming along beautifully, my dear.

A nice piece of work.

Even if I do say so myself.

James Cullen?

How do you feel about that nice piece of work?

I don't know what you're talking about.

It was an accident.

A fortunate one, I admit, but nevertheless an accident.

Oh, come on, Hank.

Between the amphetamines and the barbiturates, you're beginning to

own lies.

If something had to be done, he did it himself.

Hank.

Look, I began this masquerade to save you, but this is murder.

Look,

in a little while, you'll get a quickie divorce.

The law be over.

I'm sure Evanston will lay quite a settlement on you.

No.

A divorce, okay, but I'm not going to take advantage of him.

He's a nice man. I don't want to hurt him.

That sounds a little ominous.

Do I detect?

A little bit of conscience?

Or are you falling in love with a shy, reluctant friend?

Oh, Mr. Jones.

Won't you come in? Thank you.

Dr. Danvers, I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No, no, no.

We're quite finished.

If you'll excuse me, I have some telephoning to do. Oh, surely.

Would you like a cup of tea, Mr. Jones?

Oh, no, thanks. I don't think so. Not at the moment.

You know, I feel a little bit like a young man.

out on a blind date for the first time and winds up with his sister.

I don't understand.

Well, you see, I've been looking for Nurse Mayberry, hoping that possibly

you had said something to her which might enable me to clear up the

circumstances of your accident.

Well, I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful.

Well, the problem is that I was unable to find Nurse Mayberry, so I'm back here

now hoping that... She may have said something to you which would enable me

find her.

I don't recall anything.

Well, it's a chance.

Do you recall a club named the Blue Heron? Does that mean anything to you?

No, I've never heard of it. Am I supposed to?

You know, I think I will have that cup of tea if you don't mind.

Certainly.

The young man had the blue hair and says he remembers seeing you there, possibly

the night of the accident. He said you were with a very handsome young man.

I've told you before that I have no memory of that entire day.

Oh, could I have two lumps of sugar, please?

He said he saw you there on a number of occasions.

You don't recall anything of that nature?

Afraid not.

I'm sure it's in the case of mistaken identity.

Yeah, that was pretty good.

What? The way you handled a sugar tongue.

With your left hand.

I'm sorry, but I... You told me at the hospital that you couldn't use the

fingers of your left hand for six weeks after the accident.

Couldn't even hold a glass of water.

If you were a medical man, Mr. Jones...

you'd know that spontaneous nerve regeneration is not unusual.

Mrs. Evanston is very fortunate.

Did you also take care of the laceration on her left forearm?

I hardly noticed a scar.

That's my line of work, too.

Congratulations, Doctor.

You've done your work well.

Well, Mrs. Evanston, Dr. Danvers, good day. I know my way out.

Good day.

He knows.

He knows, but he can't prove anything.

Mr. French from the Blue Heron?

Yes, Mr. French.

Oh, uh, Mr.

Jones, I found your man for you.

That's good.

Did you get his name?

It's that Mr.

James. His picture's in the paper today.

It's that hairstylist that got himself electrocuted. Betty, could I have the

morning paper?

Are you sure that this is the same man that you saw with Mrs. Evanston?

Yeah, there's no doubt about it. I've seen him with your lady a number of

Thank you very much.

Looks like Lila Evanston lost her boyfriend before she remembered who he

I don't quite follow that.

Lila Evanston stands to lose a million -dollar lawsuit, maybe even go to jail.

But instead of helping, all she's done is lie.

Lie?

But you said the shock of the accident could have destroyed all memory of that

evening.

But only for that evening.

What about before then?

She denies ever having heard of the Blue Heron, yet she went there repeatedly to

meet James Collins. Now, she was either lying or she never heard about it in the

first place.

How do you explain it?

I explain it like this.

I don't believe that Lila Evanston ever left that hospital alive.

What?

Look, I'll show you.

Now, all of these pictures are the same head sight.

This is a newspaper picture of Lila before the accident.

Now, look at the discrepancy when you measure it against the picture of Lila

Evanston following the accident.

Barnaby, you said yourself that the surgery was extensive.

But there's one measurement that doesn't vary. That's the difference between the

pupils.

Two and a half millimeters.

They just don't match.

Well, could it be the...

The enlargement you made?

No, because I measured the size of the iris.

You see, the measurements are exactly the same between these two.

And that's the reason I could never find Nurse Mayberry.

She was hiding behind the face of Lila Evanston.

Entrenchments.

Sort of early in the day for champagne, isn't it?

Not when it's a maid's afternoon off.

You said you'd be patient.

Well, I thought things were different between us.

They are.

I just want things to be right.

See?

The afternoon is right for champagne.

Now, here's the plan.

Let's get away from here. Just the two of us. Let's...

Let's go someplace where we can be alone.

What do you say?

I... I don't know.

There's so many preparations.

No, they're all taken care of.

Look, I got the plane tickets right here.

By tomorrow morning, we can be in the Hotel Copenhagen.

In the same honeymoon suite.

Please, Lila.

Come with me You really want me to go more than anything I've ever

wanted in my life

I'd

like that All right good

But you'll have to give me You'll have to give me time to get some wardrobe

because I don't have a thing to wear this time of year in Denmark.

Unless you don't give a girl much time.

Passport. What time do we have to be...

What's the

matter?

The Hotel Copenhagen isn't in Denmark.

It's in a virgin island.

Well, if I'd ever been there, I wouldn't have known that, wouldn't I?

I'm not going to lie to you anymore.

I didn't enjoy lying.

Where's Lila?

She's dead. She died after surgery.

Well, who are you?

I, uh, I'm Karen.

Mayberry, Lala's nurse.

What happened?

Hank took a chance that he shouldn't have, and... Why did you go through all

this?

To protect Hank.

Because I thought I needed him, and... And you let me fall in love with you.

Yep.

It's the only part of this I didn't...

I didn't mind.

Very touching.

No one answered the front door, so I let myself in.

You're responsible for this.

You said yourself it was a remarkable job.

You told that to the police?

I don't think she's so proud.

All right, come on, let's get him out of here. No.

I'm not going on with this nightmare any longer.

You help me or I finish him right here.

Be careful.

All right, get in.

Just handle it cool.

You both going somewhere?

Yeah.

To the clinic.

Gonna run some tests.

Well, this will only take a minute.

Mrs. Evanson, I wonder if you'd mind looking at this photograph for me.

Can you identify this woman?

Yes, of course. It's Karen Mayberry.

What is this?

You didn't have to trouble Mrs.

Evanson with that.

Photograph? Well, as a matter of fact, I did.

You see, a photograph picks up excellent fingerprints.

And if my suspicions are correct, the prints will be the same as those of the

lady in the picture.

What are you talking about?

Karen Mayberry. You see, Mrs. Everson didn't have a fingerprint record, but

Mayberry did.

She may be wearing Lila's face, but I'm betting that those are the fingertips of

a nurse.

Mr. Joe.

I don't think we need to listen to any more nonsense.

Good day, Mr. Jones.

Okay.

She looks fine, doesn't she?

Well, I think you're coming to see her accounting for a lot of that.

You know, what charges is she going to have to face once she recovers?

Well, from what we've learned from Dr. Danvers, Karen had nothing to do with

Colin's death or with Danvers' assault on you.

It's mostly a case of fraud.

Well, whatever it is, I'll make sure she has the best legal representation

possible.

I assume you're available to help him defend her. Just call on me.

Thank you.

Eddie.

Did I miss something? Was he going to defend Karen Mayberry after all this? He

asked.

He loves her very much.

And after what she did for him, I have a feeling it goes both ways.

What's the matter? Something wrong?

No. I'm just a sucker for a happy ending.

Uh -huh.