All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s02e23 Image In A Cracked Mirror

Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Epson.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

With guest stars Bradford Dillman, Joel
Fabiani,

Patty McCormick, special guest star
Mariette

Hartley.

Tonight's episode, Image in a Cracked
Mirror.

You know, if I didn't see it with my own
eyes, I wouldn't believe it.

You're calm dans la bouche d 'un canon.

Calm in the mouth of the canon, quote
Napoleon.

I'm sure he was talking about a battle,
not a wedding. He was.

Waterloo.

You know, if I didn't know any better,
I'd swear you had a lot of practice at

this. Oh, it's the first time around.

Well, gotta be a first time for
everything.

You sure you can get along without me?

I'll try, but I thank you for the
encouraging words.

That's what a best man is for.

Hello. Hello, my love.

I have a marvelous idea.

Let's elope.

I'll go get a ladder.

You better make it a tall one. I'm on
the 10th floor.

How did you manage to get to a
telephone?

I locked myself in the bedroom.

Daddy, I'll be right out. I'll be right
out.

I just wanted to tell you that I love
you and I'll make you the most marvelous

wife in the world.

Oh, Daddy's waiting. I love you.

Bye -bye.

Aren't you going to invite me in, Ben?

I'm sorry, I think you've made some... I
don't think so.

You've lost a little weight, Ben.

What? My name is Charles, Dr. Charles
Kohlmeier.

But you've gained a title.

You were just an engineer when I knew
you in Portland.

Oh, isn't this pretty?

A gift from your bride, no doubt.

Do you remember what I gave you the day
we were married?

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

I'm talking about being made a fool of.

I'm talking about the fact that you and
I were married in Portland less than a

year ago.

And that you disappeared a month later
with $50 ,000 in negotiable bonds that

belonged to me.

Now, you were good, Ben, but not that
good. This is incredible.

I'm telling you, you're making a
mistake. Oh, I made a mistake.

Trusting you with those bombs.

Look, for your information, up until six
months ago, I was in the jungles of New

Guinea. Yes, I had been there for over a
year, studying the children of

primitive tribes. I'm a child
psychologist.

Now, what is this? Is this some kind of
a joke? This is no joke.

If you knew how hard it was to face up
to the truth.

That you could leave me just like that.

At first I thought of going to the
police.

But of course my pride wouldn't let me
do that.

I mean, how do you admit to your family
and your friends that you've been made a

fool of?

So I decided to find you all by myself.

Okay, that's it. I'd better call the
manager.

I looked everywhere for you, Ben.

And then I remembered how particular you
were about your shirts.

How you had them specially made by
Regala of Rome.

And sent to his shop in San Francisco.

So I checked with the manager.

And he told me that, in fact, you had
recently ordered one for your wedding.

The one you're wearing now, Nispa.

Lisa, what is it you want?

Is it the money?

Oh, no.

You never did understand anything, did
you? It wasn't the money I wanted.

It was you.

I loved you. All right, then. I know we
can work it out. No, no. I think it's

too late for that.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to go downstairs, and I'm
going to find your bride, and I'm going

tell her the truth about you.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Let go of me, bitch!

Lisa, I can't let you ruin this for me.
Go downstairs. Get out of my way.

Quiet.

I'll let go of you. Jump in. Quiet.

Operator, would you connect me with the
luggage shop, please?

Yes, this is Dr... Dr.

Charles Kohlmeier.

I'd like to order a steamer trunk.

Yeah. Any minute now, ladies.

Now, where's that future son -in -law of
mine? Oh, he still has a few minutes.

I'd better see what's keeping him.

Oh, Mr. Stevenson.

Mr. Stevenson, why not let him enjoy
these few minutes of peace and quiet? It

may be his last.

You're right.

I want you to come back here in one
hour.

Be sure that this is sent COD, the
express office in Sun Valley. Can you do

for me?

I'll do it for you. Here's the address.

Thank you, sir.

Sir. Good luck.

I don't know why I'm so nervous.

Well, Ms. McLean, perhaps you haven't
had many dealings with private

investigators.

You're right, Mr. Jones.

This is my first time.

Well, there's your answer.

Well, since we've solved that, let's see
if we can solve some of your other

problems.

You say your husband has been missing
for five months.

Yes, he disappeared about three weeks
after we were married.

Did you go to the police?

No.

Why not?

My husband's a lawyer, you see.

He practices in Independence, where we
live.

Well, he warned me from the very
beginning that his work took him away

bit and that he could be gone for very
long periods.

Go on, Ms. McLean.

Well, when I hadn't heard from him for
quite a while, I had to go to the bank,

and I checked my safety deposit box, and
my jewels were missing.

How much were your jewels worth?

Oh, about $65 ,000.

Mr. Jones, I don't want to go to the
police.

See, they might think Jeffrey took them.

And you're sure he didn't?

Well, if he did, I'm sure he had a good
reason.

One that I could understand and forgive.

If I could just find him.

Ms. McLean, what makes you feel that
your husband is in this area?

A picture I saw in the Independence
Chronicle.

It was taken here in Los Angeles, and it
showed a man helping a woman out of a

fountain.

I'm almost positive that man is Jeffrey.

It must have been taken during a heat
wave.

You're almost positive that this man is
your husband.

Well, Jeffrey has a mustache and his
sideburns are longer.

But aside from that... Mr. Jones, will
you please

help me find him?

I love him.

Would you look?

Do you like it?

Do I like it? It's beautiful.

But when did you find the time to do
this? Well, those afternoons that you

couldn't reach me, I was talking to the
decorator. He promised to have it ready

by the time we got back from our
honeymoon.

It's your wedding present.

You know something?

I don't deserve you.

I agree 100%.

Love is blind, and to the victor belongs
the spoils. Congratulations, Charles.

Thank you. I would have been at the
wedding, but I hate to see a grown man

especially myself.

We missed you.

Like a dog misses fleas. No, we did,
really, and you're going to have to make

up to us by coming to dinner tonight.

All right? Nothing fancy, just a few
close friends.

Well, if you put it that way, how can I
refuse?

You can't.

Oh, by the way, Charles, I wonder if
you'd take a look at this case history

me. It's one of my female patients, but
in some ways it's right up your alley.

I'm sure you'll find it interesting.

Well, yes, I'd be glad to.

Thank you.

Eight o 'clock?

Fine. I'll see you tonight. Good.

Marshal Chapman's here, Doctor.

Oh, just give me a moment, please.

Well, honeymoon's over.

Oh, no.

You're wrong, Doctor.

Just beginning.

Okay,

honey, good. Hold it. Good.

Give me some more profile.

That's good.

Good. Terrific.

Good. A little bit more.

That's good. Come toward me. Good girl.

Good.

That's it.

Hold onto that. Good.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Hold that, hold that. Work on that, work
on that. That's good. That's fabulous.

Okay, honey, let's go.

Why don't you get out of that schmata,
hmm?

Interesting the way they take all those
poses.

Hi, Mr. Jones. That's why they're called
models.

Why do they look so angry?

Well, this is high fashion.

The more expensive the outfit, the
angrier the model.

I guess the way this young lady is
smiling, this bikini must cost next to

nothing. Oh, is this the photograph you
wanted to see me about?

Yeah, the paper said you took it.

Yeah, that's right.

Not bad, huh?

Seems she had this impulsive urge to
cool off.

And you just happened to come by with
your camera.

Well, okay, it was posed.

What about the man?

No, no, that part was impulsive.

He just stepped out of the crowd and
gave her his hand.

Oh, did you know who he was?

Never saw him before.

Could he have been a friend of the
model?

It's very possible. They usually have a
lot of friends.

If I wanted to find her, how would I go
about it?

Well, you can try Bernice's modeling
agency.

Just show Bernice the picture.

Thanks.

It was a perfectly marvelous honeymoon,
except for the night that Charles

sneaked out. Oh, I... Oh, he said he was
going away on business, but I think he

just got tired of my company. He was
gone for nearly four hours.

You better explain yourself, Charles.

Well, there was something mixed up...
No, thank you. No? At the express office

about a piece of luggage that I had set
up. And, you know, on the way back to

the lodge...

I managed to get the car stuck in a
snowdrift. I nearly froze to death

shovel that thing out.

No wonder she doesn't believe you. Where
did you find a shovel, Charles?

It was a rental car that was shoveled in
the trunk.

It's the truth, so help me.

You believe me, don't you, darling?

Oh, yes.

Sure.

Spare a few minutes, Charles?

Yeah, sure. Come on, we'll go in the
den.

Why don't we toast our lovely hostess?
Oh, thank you. Yes, dear.

Charles, I was hoping you had time to
look over that case history I left you.

Yes, I did.

And I found it very interesting, too.

David, would you like a cigar?

No, thank you.

I've been seeing her for almost three
years now. And as you saw in the report,

she's made excellent progress. Yes, she
has. Excellent.

And yet, I just can't seem to help her
over this terrible fear she has that

someone's going to take her child away
from her. Now, that's what I wanted to

talk to you about.

The child?

No, no. The woman.

But Charles, I know you must be familiar
with the work of your friend, Leslie

Krebs.

Hmm.

Yeah, yes, of course.

And you buy Krebs' theory of the parent
-child relationship?

No. No, I don't. Not totally. And I've
even told him that. However, I think

in time, Krebs is going to alter his
attitude toward adolescent compensation.

He's going to?

Sure.

Krebs is dead.

I didn't know that.

That must have happened while I was in
New Guinea.

But you were in New Haven last spring,
weren't you?

I was, but that's when it happened.

Krebs died in April.

Surely you must have heard. I understood
the two of you were very good friends.

I was out of touch for a few weeks
preparing for my return, but...

And no, I just can't understand how I
missed it.

I don't either.

Well, that's sad.

However, David, I think you and I ought
to go back and join the others.

One must not ignore a new bride.

That's the first law of marital
psychology, Doctor.

Oh, yeah, that's me.

But I really don't like doing that kind
of work, you know?

I bet you're an actress.

How don't you know?

Did you see me in Feet of Death?

I'm afraid I missed that one.

Oh, that's too bad.

I had a featured part in that one.

I played a karate expert.

That's why I like to keep in shape.

You know, you never know when a good
part's gonna come along.

Are you in the business?

I'm in the private detective business.
My name is Barnaby Jones.

Oh.

Well, what did you want to see me about?

The man in this picture, is he a friend
of yours?

Oh, yeah, Chuck. Sure, I remember him.

Chuck. You don't have to remember his
last name.

Um, Dickens.

Chuck Dickens.

Chuck Dickens.

Well, that would make his Christian name
Charles.

Charles Dickens?

Hell, yeah.

That's the same as that famous inventor,
isn't it?

Charles Dickens was a writer.

Screenwriter?

I think he had his work done by the time
the movies came along, but a couple of

his books made it.

Oh. I knew he was in show business.

What does Chuck do for a living?

Well, um...

He was the kind of guy that asked a lot
of questions, but he didn't give many

answers.

It's funny how much he learned about me,
but I swear I hardly knew him.

Have you seen him lately?

No, not after that day at the fountain.

We had lunch, and then he took me home,
and that was it.

To tell you the truth, he did ask to see
me again, but I turned him down.

Any particular reason?

I had a feeling he was conning me and he
was really married.

Even had children.

What makes you say that?

Well, on the way back to my place, we
stopped at this toy store in Beverly

and he picked up a whole bunch of toys.

Now, who else do you buy toys for except
for your children?

Remember the name of the toy store?

No. I mean, who bothers to remember the
name of a toy store?

Oh, excuse me. I'm expecting a call from
my agent.

It doesn't matter.

It's for you.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Yes? Barnaby, you have no idea the
number of legal organizations I've

trying to locate Mr.

McLean, including the Bar Association
and about a dozen attorney referral

services. I struck out with every one of
them.

I believe you, Betty, but I also have a
feeling that you've located him.

Well, we are what we read, Barnaby.

And lawyers read the American Legal
Journal, including Jeffrey Allen McLean.

contacted their subscription department.
They gave me his address.

It's in Phoenix, Arizona.

Book me on the first flight out to
Phoenix. I'll see you in a few minutes.

I was at the bar and I saw you sitting
here. Well, I'm having lunch with

Charles. Please sit down.

Well, just for a minute.

Well, here to happiness.

That is toast to happiness I think I've
ever heard.

Something wrong?

I don't know.

Vanessa, what do you know about Charles?

He's my husband.

Yes.

But what do you really know about him?

I mean, up until a few months ago, you
didn't even know he existed.

Well, you hadn't introduced me to him
yet.

I didn't know it myself until he moved
into the building.

And if I thought you were going to fall
in love with him, I wouldn't have

introduced you at all.

Oh, David, that's what's bothering you.

Maybe that's part of it.

Now, there's more, though.

Listen, from everything I've been able
to learn, Charles was devoted to his

research on the primitive children of
New Guinea. Now, he used to go into the

jungle and stay there for years at a
time.

So?

So why this sudden change?

From a jungle in New Guinea to a fancy
office in Beverly Hills, treating

children whose idea of roughing it is
camping out in the backyard next to the

pool. Now, it doesn't make sense.

Maybe I can explain it to you, David.

Hi. Hi. I'm sorry I'm late. It's okay.

We're having a terrific time here.

Oh, say, would you bring me a scotch and
soda? Anyone else? No.

Okay.

Now, to answer your question, David,
it's really quite simple.

After ten years of living in the jungles
of New Guinea, I thought it was time to

go to work.

Time to put my theories to the test.

You know yourself, research doesn't mean
a thing.

Unless it's got some kind of practical
application.

And I'm here to tell you that a lot of
the things that I learned from my so

-called primitive children have proved
invaluable with my more civilized

relations.

As for the fancy office... Well, after
spending all those

years in a thatch hut, I thought I'd
like to see how the other half was

spending.

I should have known better than to ask.

Touché. And enjoy your lunch.

I detect a severe case of jealousy. Oh,
that's a brilliant diagnosis, Doctor.

I don't think it's fatal.

By the way, I've got a surprise for you.
We've been invited to a very fancy

dinner party next week.

They're the parents of one of my young
patients.

Now, they're very socially prominent, so
you're going to have to go out and buy

yourself a brand new dress for the
occasion.

Oh, well, you don't have to twist my
arm.

If you want, I can even flaunt my fancy
heirloom necklace.

What necklace?

The one my grandmother gave me.

I will. The next time I'm in town, I'll
go to the safety deposit box.

Sure, if you like.

Well, why not?

That's what my grandmother said. What's
the point of having a $300 ,000 emerald

necklace if you can't flaunt it?

You decided what you'd like to order? I
haven't had time to look.

Well, I know what I want.

Excuse me, but I'm looking for Mr.

McClain, the lady up the house that I
find down there at the stable.

Yeah, I'm McClain. Oh, Jeffrey Allen
McClain? That's right.

McClain, I'm looking for as a lawyer.

Well, so far you're batting 1 ,000, only
I'm a lawyer turned cowboy.

I haven't practiced in several years,
and my ulcers haven't missed a single

of it.

Come on.

You practiced in Independence, wasn't
it?

Uh... Yeah, about 100 miles from there.
A little place called Eastfield.

What's this all about, anyway?

My name's Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

I was hired to locate a man named
Jeffrey Allen McClain.

Huh?

But you're not the right one.

What do you mean, just a coincidence?

Whole barrel full of them. Thank you.

You, uh, familiar with the man in this
picture?

Well... I'm not sure.

There's something about this guy,
though.

And there was a guy.

But this other fellow had a mustache,
and he had longer sideburns.

About a year ago, a guy approached me.

He wanted me to buy some oil stock.

His name was Fillmore.

And I remember this guy.

Because the stock looked pretty good,
you know, but there was just something

about him that, I don't know, just
didn't.

In what particular way?

Well, I don't know. Just a feeling I had
about the guy. He was just too

friendly. You know what I mean by that?

He was very curious about my background,
about my personal life.

You know, he used to ask a lot of
questions.

Kind of like you there, Mr. Jones.

That's all in a day's work. What kind of
questions did he ask you?

Would you like some water?

No, thanks.

Uh, for the most part, he wanted to know
about my law practice.

Where did I practice? He wanted to know
when I practiced.

if I still had any associations back
there, that sort of thing.

That's very interesting, because about a
year ago, a man of the same description

started a law practice and independence
under the name of Jeffrey Allen McClain.

Is that right?

Well, that explains that.

Explains what?

I want to hear something funny.

A few nights after I turned this guy
down, somebody broke into my den one

Did they take anything?

Yeah. They stole a gold pen and pencil
set, and I had a pistol on the wall, a

little antique pistol. They got that.

But they got a couple of things that I
couldn't understand what anybody would

even be interested in.

Your law school diploma.

That's exactly right.

That and a certificate to practice law
in the state of Missouri.

You know, I can't tell you how much Jim
Jim has improved since you've been

coming to see him, Doctor.

He's so much more confident now, and he
doesn't get into fights anymore.

I'll be standing in patience, Mrs.
Rumford. I just sit and listen. Believe

Jim Jim does all the rest.

You know, you're too modest.

Well, perhaps I make a suggestion now
and then.

After all, I have to do something during
my fee.

Jim Jim, come here.

Jim Jim, come here.

Well, goodbye.

It's been a long day.

Yes, for both of us.

Why don't you go on home?

I'll just put this back on your desk.

What is it?

Your diploma.

Dr. Bellman stopped by today while you
were out to lunch and wanted to know

university you graduated from.

I wasn't sure, so I checked your
diploma.

Did he say what he wanted to know for?

No, but I didn't think you'd mind.

Oh, of course not.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

This is Dr. David Bellman. I'd like to
speak to the Dean of Men.

Oh, yes, I'll wait.

Hello.

Oh, he's not.

Well, do you know what time he will be
there?

I see.

Well, I wanted to talk to him about a
past student of his there, Dr.

Charles Kohlmeier.

Ah, yes.

Yes, I see. All right. I'll call back in
the morning, then.

Your interest in me is most flattering,
David.

I'm a little curious.

Curious? About what?

Whether you're for real or not.

I'm for real.

But you're not Charles Colmar.

That much I'm sure of.

What's in a name?

Who are you?

Anything that benefits me to be.

Engineer, stockbroker, lawyer, child
psychologist.

I keep forgetting, David. You wouldn't
understand that, would you?

Because you've spent your whole life
becoming one thing.

I believe it's called dedication.

I have my dedication too, David.

I'll miss the good life.

Having the best of everything.

Leaving the leftovers to people like
you.

How long did you think you could get
away with this?

Long enough!

Under Greenfield.

You know, in the course of my travels, I
met the real

Charles Kohlmeyer.

Was he tall?

All he could talk about was going back
to his beloved jungles. He even told me

when he was leaving and when he was
going to be back. And I thought, well...

Since he isn't going to be using
civilization for two years, why not use

him?

You're a very thick man.

Wrong!

I just listened to a different drummer.

And David, I can't let you...

My name is Dr.

David Bellman.

There's been an accident.

I drove my car off the road.

Nichols Road.

Nichols near Sunrise Crest.

Get me an ambulance.

Please.

Looks a little bit like my cousin Fred
back in Tennessee.

That's after he's gotten into Cousin
Buell's Corn Liquor.

You say so.

Something I can help you with?

Well, I certainly hope so.

I'm about to run out of toy stores.

Ever seen a man in this picture?

Why?

Private investigator and a loving member
of his family hired me to locate him.

Seems they lost touch.

Looks a lot like Dr. Kohlmeier.

Dr. who?

Dr. Kohlmeier, the child psychologist.

He buys toys here to keep in his office
for his patients.

Would you happen to have his address?

Sure. He has a charge with us.

Here it is.

3722 Armand Drive.

I can't believe it, Charlie.

We just saw him yesterday.

I know what you mean.

According to the papers, he managed to
call an ambulance, and maybe those

had gotten there sooner.

I don't know.

You know, sometimes I think that life in
the jungles is a lot safer after all.

Dr. Kohlmeier, there's a gentleman to
see you. A Mr. Jones.

Did he say what he wanted?

No, sir.

Why don't you try to get some rest?

Okay. I won't be long.

I feel kind of like the football player
that ran 80 yards for a touchdown in the

wrong direction.

What is it you want?

Well, I'm a private investigator, and I
was hired to find a missing husband.

I see.

Well, what has that got to do with me?

Well, my client saw this picture in the
paper, and she thought, well, that is

you in the picture, isn't it?

Yes, but you're not my client's husband.

That's what I mean when I speak of
running the wrong way.

My client's husband's name is Jeffrey
McClain. He's a lawyer from

Then why are you here talking to me?

Well, mostly to satisfy my client. You
see, she's almost positive that the man

in the picture and her husband are one
and the same.

Well, I can assure you, Mr. Jones, she's
very mistaken.

Well, that's what I tell her. But were
you ever in Independence, Doctor?

No. No, I'm afraid not.

And I'm certainly not a lawyer. I'm a
child psychologist.

Before moving to Los Angeles, I spent
most of my time on the East Coast and

Guinea.

However, if you'd like some proof of
that... Oh, no, no, that wouldn't be

necessary.

Well, then, if you have no other
questions, Mr. Jones, I'm really very

today. Well, thank you. I understand.

And I'm sorry you've taken up so much of
your time.

We all have our jobs to do.

This is a claim. Is that your husband?

It looks like him.

I'm not sure.

If I could just get a closer look.

You feel up to going inside?

Thank you. I'll order in a few minutes,
too.

Jeffrey?

I've missed you so much.

Jeffrey, I'm afraid that there's been
some mistake.

I was so worried about you.

I kept thinking that worst possible
things had happened to you.

An accident or maybe you were dead.

Ma 'am, I think you got me confused with
someone else.

Jeffrey, you remember the night you
asked me to marry you?

No, no, I don't. No, my name's Charles.

Remember you...

You promised to love me and to take care
of me for the rest of my life.

And I said, that's a better deal than I
had just gotten on my new car.

And we laughed.

Jeffrey, you made me feel so beautiful.

You made me feel so wanted.

I don't know what to tell you, Mrs.

McClain. Angie McClain.

Do you really believe that, Mrs.
McClain?

What?

Now, look at me. Can you be certain that
I'm your husband?

Do we have the same face?

Or the same eyes? Or the same hair?

Do we act the same?

I'm very sorry, Mrs. McClain. You're a
pretty woman, and you flatter me. But,

my honor, I'm not your husband.

I've never seen you before in my life.

It's all right.

Was that your husband in the restaurant?

I... I think so.

Would you swear to that in court? You
may have to.

He seems so different.

Mrs. McLean, would you swear that was
your husband?

Hello? Vanessa, where have you been?
I've been calling all over.

Well, I've been shopping. I just got
home.

Is something wrong?

Well, something's come up. I have to go
to New York this afternoon.

Oh, why?

Well, there's a convention of
psychologists there. I wasn't going to

of the speakers became ill and they
asked me to take his place. I don't

suppose it's quite an honor. Well, how
long will you be gone?

The convention lasts a week, but
Vanessa, I'd like you to come with me.

Oh, you've talked me into it.

Good. We'll probably be going some very
nice places. You want to take along your

best things.

I was just on my way to pick up my
necklace.

Good. I tell you what, I have some work
to do here. So why don't you pack our

suitcases? I'll meet you at the airport.
You can pick up the necklace on the

way. All right. What time shall I meet
you? The plane leaves at four. Global

International. I'll be there.

I love you. Love you, too.

Here's our marriage license, Mr. Jones.

Good.

Now we'll be able to see how the McLean
signature on the license compared with

the Kohlmeier signature that Betty got
from the toy store.

Now, Betty, maybe I better have a talk
with the Kohlmeier maid. Why don't you

call and find out when is her day off?

Are you going to use your charm to find
out the family secret?

Just make the call.

Yes, sir.

obviously trying to disguise his
handwriting.

But there are similarities in these two
E's.

Same height, same slant.

That proves he's my husband.

Well, I'm no expert, but I know where I
can find one.

Barnaby, I just talked to the Kohlmeyer
maid.

Yes.

Well, according to her, Charles
Kohlmeyer is scheduled to leave for New

a four o 'clock plane.

What about his wife?

She left 15 minutes ago to be with her
husband at the airport.

What's that boarding call?

We have plenty of time.

Besides, it's kind of nice to rest after
running around like crazy all day.

Did you get that from your safety
deposit box?

Do you think I forget it? Do you want to
see it?

Passengers for Global International's
flight 361 to New York City may now

at gate 12.

That's us.

Mrs. Charles Kohlmeyer, please come to
the white courtesy phone.

Mrs. Charles Kohlmeyer.

Let's pretend we didn't hear it.

But we have time. It may be important.

Vanessa.

This is Mrs. Kohlmeyer.

Dad. Oh, I'm so glad you got my message.

I just wanted to say goodbye and to
thank you again for a wonderful time.

Looks like we timed it just about right.

Yes.

Yes, my plane leaves in just a few
minutes.

See, it's just a coincidence.

Come on, let's go.

Oh, Dad, I love you too.

I'll write you from New York.

Vanessa.

Bye -bye.

Excuse me.

Sorry to bother. Are you Mrs.

Kohlmeier?

Yes.

That's funny because that's our name
too.

Really? Could we be related?

Well, perhaps.

My husband's name is Charles Kohlmeyer.

Well, it certainly isn't forward.

Come on, dear, we'll miss the plane.

He's a doctor, a child psychologist.

He's flying in from New Guinea to meet
me in New York.

Charles?

It's really very funny.

Who put you up to this?

No, I'm not joking. He does research
there with children from primitive

Actually, we were just married there a
few months ago, and we didn't have much

time for a honeymoon, so we're going to
make up for it in New York.

Oh, Mr. Jones.

Hi. Hi.

Betty told me I'd find you here. Yes.

Well, we thought we'd get together and
talk.

We seem to have so much in common.

Mr. Jones.

Did you learn anything about him?

Yeah, quite a bit.

His real name is Stanley Ricklin.

He spent some time in prison about seven
years ago.

While he was there, he worked as an
orderly in the psychiatric ward and also

spent a great deal of time reading
books, books on psychology and law.

Were there others?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

A woman from Portland, her maiden name
was Lisa Howard.

They found her buried in Sun Valley. He
admitted to murder.

You too is a lucky one.