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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production, starring Buddy Epson.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, with guest stars Robert Weber,

Jane Ackman, John Ritter,

special guest star Mark Singer.

Tonight's episode, The Price of Terror.

Hi, Cap.

Hey, it's great to see you again, sir.

Tully, how did things go in San Francisco?

It was a snap.

And you won't have to worry anymore about old Sarge McKittrick making those

trips down here and trying to put the squeeze on you.

Good. Well, there you are.

Well, aren't you going to count it?

What for? It's all there, isn't it?

Yeah, $10 ,000.

Well, why count it?

I mean, if friends can't trust each other, it's a sorry comment on life,

Right.

Boy, this L .A. is some place, huh, Cap?

I haven't seen much of it yet, but I'm... I put an extra $200 in the

What for, sir? You don't owe me anything else.

Well, there's a flight at 6 .45 for New Orleans.

Made a reservation for you, better hurry up, you might be late.

Hey, Cap, don't you want to hear how it went down?

As long as you did the job right, that's all that interests me.

Right.

It was perfect. Good, I'm glad. Listen, Cap.

When I got to San Francisco, I went up to old Sarge McKittrick's room, see, and

we both got snockered, right?

Anyway, he did.

I faked it.

Look, you don't have to tell me that. I told him I'd met a couple chicks, and

let's go get them.

You know how Sarge was about women. So we went down to get in the car, and man,

was it dark.

Not a soul on the street.

That's when I let him have it.

I put him in the car, you know, and I let it roll down one of those long

And, man, it was hitting cars on both sides of the street.

And then finally... Right through the side of a closed corset shop.

Captain, I wish you could have seen it.

I'll bet you the whole 10 ,000, his brain was mush.

Yeah, well, I've got to leave. You've got a plane to catch.

Captain, I don't want you to turn around, but there's a fellow over there

photographs of us.

Taking pictures of us? Yes, sir.

Where?

Just behind you.

You're sure?

Yes, sir.

Why don't we stroll over here by this stack of lumber?

And when we get to the edge, you just keep on talking.

Like this one right here?

Just keep talking.

You can't see me now.

Well, and, uh... Whatever, whatever, uh...

Stay the hell away from me!

The sign out there on the fence says the trespassers will be prosecuted.

Looks like I'm the prosecutor.

Oh, my God, Tully. You didn't have to kill him.

Sure I did, Captain.

Tried to hit me, didn't he? What about the cops? They'll find him.

Oh, that's Larry Palmer.

So who's Larry Palmer?

He's a reporter for the news. He's been digging into my business.

Well, he won't be digging anymore.

I can't afford this.

Tully, I can't afford it. Sure you can, Cap. Don't worry about it. I'll take

care of the whole thing. It's on the house.

Won't cost you a dime.

I'll tell you what you do.

Reload this.

Expose the film that's in it. And I'll arrange it so that our friend here has a

very bad accident.

Take pictures.

What kind of shots?

Anything.

Staying clear now.

C -Cap?

No pictures?

No reporters?

No problems.

Larry just wouldn't take pictures like those, Mr. Jones.

These are the type of photos that Larry took.

Well, I'm sort of an amateur photographer myself, and sometimes even

will blow a shot. No, no, no. He just wouldn't take all these shots of nothing

and then let a stack of lumber fall on him.

What was he doing down at the harbor?

Well, that's what I'd like to know.

The police figured that he was down there to do some art studies.

Did they develop these?

Uh -huh.

Uh, I came over this morning to pick up his things. He didn't have any family.

And, uh, we brought the spy.

He has a nice camera.

A lot of lens in there.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, this is, uh, for long range. These were taken at close range. That's the

reason they're out of focus.

I wouldn't go, uh, squirrel hunting with an elephant rifle.

Well, Larry wouldn't either.

Well, Larry had the best equipment. He, um...

He used to joke that he had to buy it before we were married because he

be able to afford it after.

Who? Who?

Hold on.

What's the story and who are they?

I don't know.

Larry wouldn't say much about it until he had all the facts together.

He was really excited about it and he said it.

Could be danger.

Well, now, wouldn't his editor know all about this? No, Larry was doing this on

his own.

A friend of his told him about a man who had been killed in an accident recently

up in San Francisco.

Do you know the man's name?

No.

Larry went up there on his day off and took some pictures. That's all I know.

Are the pictures here in his apartment?

Uh -uh.

Larry left them at the paper's photo developer.

That's all right. I can ask him about it.

Then you'll look into this for me?

Yes, Miss James. I'll do some checking around, but I can't promise to find

anything.

Sometimes when we lose someone who is very near and dear to us, we tend to

build up things around them that turn into shadows.

Whatever Larry was after was no shadow, Mr. Jones.

Unless shadows can kill people.

Thank you. You're the kindest man in the world.

I have a feeling you love me only for my money. No, I love you for you.

The patients at the hospital are going to love you for this $10 ,000.

Well, it's money well spent.

Besides, how could I resist the new secretary of the charity committee?

Hey, is the office open? I have to make a phone call. Sure. Are you still

fussing about that party tonight? No, it's all set. I've called the caterers,

the florist, and my new dress is ready.

Hi, Cap.

How you doing?

What are you doing here? You were supposed to have caught that plane on

I know, but I got to thinking about it, and I kind of like L .A.

Anyway, roughnecking on those oil rigs is pretty hard to work. Besides, I don't

have any friends back in Louisiana.

Tell you, it isn't safe for us to be seen together. What if the cops saw us

started asking questions?

About what?

Listen, Cap, I checked the San Francisco papers. They listed McKittrick's death

as an accident.

The L .A. papers did the same thing about Palmer.

Why sweat it?

All right, all right. What is it you want? Money? Is that it? More money?

Money? Yeah. Is that what you want?

No, sir. You've been good to me, and I appreciate it. I just came by to say

hello. All right, you said it. Now take off.

I rented an apartment a few blocks away. You want to come over and have a beer?

You did what?

Sure. I got to have some place to live.

Hey, here's the two bills you gave me. I won't need them anymore.

I figure with the ten grand I got, I might as well settle on an investment

around here. No, you don't do that. You get that money, you get on a plane. Now,

that's an order. Now, go!

You're making me mad, Cap.

Tully, I'm sorry.

You're my friend, Cap.

Now, please.

Tully, don't ever make me mad. I lost my head, okay?

Okay.

Well, how about it?

You want to come on over for a beer?

Well, I can't right now. I'm late for a golf portion at my club.

Oh, okay.

Maybe later, huh? Hey, listen, I got a phone. You can call me. Ask information.

Huh? Yeah.

Okay.

See you later.

Have a good golf game, Cap.

Oh, yeah, to the club.

You must be Diane, Cap's daughter.

When we served together, he talked about you all the time.

Oh, you were in the army together.

Oh, sure, we were good friends.

I just got into town. I stopped by to say hello. Cap's the only person I know

here. Well, now you know one more.

Yeah.

Hi, I'm Tully Morgan.

Well, you already know my name.

It's nice to meet you, Tully.

It's nice to meet you.

Where are you parked?

Over there, the red one.

Come on, I'll walk you.

Hey, listen, you know, your dad and I really were good friends. I'm not

Didn't he ever tell you about the time we were inside and we went to a bazaar?

Made the whole thing spread out in front of us. You know how it is.

So we walked over. Yeah,

there you go, Barnaby.

These are the pictures Palmer had me develop. Brought them in Saturday night

when he got back from San Francisco.

Thanks, John.

Not much to those shots, Barnaby.

Some stiff in the San Francisco morgue.

Once you kill them and chill them, they all look alike.

Yeah, not a pretty sight. Any idea who this is?

There's a clipping on the back of one of those.

John J.

McKittrick, retired Sergeant Major, U .S. Army, was killed last night on Green

Avenue when his car raced downhill out of control and plunged into the side of

building. McKittrick was pronounced dead on arrival at Mercy Hospital.

Larry left that article with the roll of film.

I stuck it on when I finished the prints.

Isn't it coincidental?

A reporter goes up to San Francisco on his day off to check out a routine

accidental death. And on the next day, he is killed in an accident.

Barnaby, I've been around here a long time. I could tell you a lot more

ones than that.

Larry's editor didn't know why he went up there. Did he mention anything to

No.

Besides, what difference would that make now, anyway?

Well, I don't know yet.

Mind if I use your phone, Todd?

No, go ahead.

Barnaby Jones office. May I help you?

Betty, you haven't had a vacation for a long time.

Barnaby, what proof milk have you been drinking?

I haven't had a drink all day.

Now, Betty, you've been working very hard, and I know how much you like San

Francisco. So why don't you go on up there and have yourself a wonderful

Do you really mean it?

Sure. And while you're up there, I want you to check out John J.

McKittrick, retired Sergeant Major, United States Army. That's capital MC,

capital KITT.

R -I -C -K McKittrick.

Okay, boy, I'm really going to enjoy my vacation, Barbie.

That's a good girl.

You're welcome.

Beautiful, honey.

Thank you.

I wish your mother had lived to enjoy all this.

So do I.

Oh, um, I rearranged the flowers after the florist left. How do they look?

Just perfect.

Oh, and the roses... Excuse me, Daddy. I have a surprise for you.

Hi. Hi.

Hi.

Hi, Captain.

Eddie, a good friend like Tully, you ought to be ashamed for not inviting him

the party.

Well, everybody else was so much older.

Except me.

Tully's my date. That's all right, Cap. I like older people.

Like young ones, too.

Tully, what would you like to drink? I'll get it for you.

No, that's all right. I can find it myself.

I'm good at finding bars.

Where did you meet him?

At the office today after you left. Why?

Well, it's just the least you could have done was ask me before inviting him.

Daddy, you invited everybody else to this party. Can't I at least have one

person for myself?

Well, how about Ron or Jimmy? You could have invited one of them. Ron and Jimmy

bore me.

Besides, Dolly's cute.

Just one second, Mr. Jones, and I'll have this finished.

You do good work, Joe.

Oh, he's one of the best.

Well, thanks.

If I could catch up on my back orders, I could get started on the stuff I should

have had out last week.

Joe, being as how you were Larry's best friend, do you have any idea why he went

up to San Francisco or anything like this?

Well, I'm not sure.

I cut out this article on McKittrick's being killed and I gave it to Larry.

He flipped when he saw it. Said he could smell a big story in it.

What kind of a story?

When we were in NAM together, there were a lot of heavy rumors coming down about

McKittrick. And the Army of Sergeant Major has more power than you can

McKittrick used it to divert supplies that ended up on the black market.

And later there were rumors about heavy equipment being certified as salvage,

bought by stateside companies, then sold all over the world, good as new.

Was McKittrick ever investigated?

Funny thing, there was one near the end of the war, but that investigation

didn't get very far.

One night some VC got into the compound and hit us hard.

Two of the buildings destroyed were the ones that housed the shipping and supply

records.

Good deal for McKittrick.

Yeah, and whoever was in it with him.

Anyway, with the records gone and the confusion of our pulling out, the

investigation just kind of faded away.

So when Larry saw the article, he figured there was more to McKittrick's

accident than an accident.

I guess so.

You know, I'm not sorry McKittrick got his.

There was scum like that who put a bad name on all us vets.

A few rotten apples and we're all lepers. I was lucky. I knew how to do

before I went in. Both vets can't even get a job.

This time when Johnny came marching home, there weren't any parades, just

unemployment lines.

Oh, I'll get it.

At least I can do something useful around here.

Joe Rockwell and Company.

Yes, hold on, please.

It's your answering service, Mr. Jones. Thank you.

Yes.

Oh, Betty, put her on.

I talked with McKittrick's apartment manager, and he said that the night

McKittrick was killed... He was drinking with a friend.

Drinking with a friend?

Who? The manager didn't know.

But the manager's son saw the friend later on that evening when he took them

some ice. Something about an old army buddy.

Get a description, Betty. It's important.

I will, as soon as the son gets back.

Tomorrow sometime.

Well, call me as soon as you hear it.

Bye. Bye.

Well, she's McKittrick.

Was drinking with a friend just before he died.

Joe,

you know anything about that Army investigation?

No, but there's a man here in town who was on that investigation team.

Sounds like an interesting man to talk to. His name's Maxwell Strager, but I

don't know where he lives.

Maybe I can find out.

Tully is not our kind.

Just who is our kind?

Well, I don't know. Maybe he's somebody you went to school with. Look, Tully is

not very stable. He doesn't have a job. He keeps moving around.

Well, he's got plenty of money.

He's buying into a bar at the beach.

He's what?

That's what he said.

He's going to come by in a few minutes and take me to see it.

You made another date with him?

Yes, and I really don't want to discuss it anymore.

Please. You... You are making a big mistake. Look, he is your friend.

What do you have against him? Nothing. I just want the best for you and for your

future. Daddy, I am not in love with Tully.

I just like him, that's all.

He's different.

There he is now.

My name is Barnaby Jones. I wonder if I could speak with Mr. Strager.

Oh, sure. Come on in.

Dad?

Dad, this is Mr. Jones.

Hello, Mr. Jones of World Transit.

No, Jones of Barnaby Jones Private Investigations.

Sorry. What can I do to help you?

Well, Mr. Strager, I have been told that while you were in the Army, you were a

member of a team which investigated a Sergeant Major McKittrick.

McKittrick, sure.

Well, there's very little to tell.

We were checking him out in Nam, about some missing supplies.

But there's very little to it because our records were destroyed during a raid

by the Viet Cong.

Do you happen to recall any of his friends?

Oh, I wouldn't know anything about that. I didn't know him that well.

Why all the interest?

McKittrick was killed last Friday night in San Francisco in an accident.

A young reporter, Larry Palmer, went up there to investigate the accident, and

he was killed here on Sunday.

In an accident.

It was so coincidental that I thought there might be some connection.

Hi.

Oh, hi.

Hi, Cap.

You ready to go?

Sure, yeah.

I'll see you later, Dad, okay?

It was nice meeting you, Mr. Jones.

Gee, I was going to ask your dad to come along, but I could see he was tied up

in business, you know.

Oh, that wasn't business. That was a private detective.

Oh?

What'd he want?

Um, something about a sergeant major who was killed in an accident in San

Francisco recently.

Oh, and, um, a reporter who was killed, too.

Tully.

Tully, let's go.

If we're going to see the bar and go swimming, we're going to have to hurry.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, let's go.

And you say McKittrick was living in San Francisco?

Yes, my daughter -in -law is up there now checking it out. She found a man who

says that he saw McKittrick drinking with an old Army buddy just prior to the

accident. A man drinking with McKittrick, huh? I'm expecting a phone

her with a description. When I get that, I can hook a few things together.

McKittrick, Palmer, a possible black market supply, stuff like that.

Well, that's very interesting.

I want to wish you good luck.

Thank you.

And if I may borrow a phrase from Mark Twain, I've always found, Mr. Strager,

that the harder I work, the luckier I get.

Goodbye.

I'm going to try it one more time.

Jones is trying to get your description. You've got to get out of town. What

for? I like it here.

Oh, come on, Cap. I wish you'd seen that bar this afternoon. It's going to be a

real moneymaker.

I'm not getting through to you, am I?

If Jones traces those perfect accidents to you, he's going to trace them to me.

But if you leave now and change your name, nobody will know.

I wish I could, Cap.

I mean, you're my best friend.

You know it's true.

How many friends do you have that would kill three guys for you?

Two guys!

Three.

You're forgetting about the Corporal Adams in NAMM.

The one who found out about the heavy equipment deals you and Sergeant

McKittrick were scamming?

Aye.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll find this Jones guy and I'll take him out. How's that?

What will you do about his daughter -in -law? Take her out, too?

If she's a problem, I'll snuff her, too. Don't worry.

That's all.

Oh, you are.

Now, you just get going or I'll kill you, I promise.

Don't, Cap.

Please don't.

For the last time, get going.

Now, I never want to see you again. You got it?

I got it.

But I'll tell you what I will do.

I'll just drop by the house and say goodbye to Diane. How's that?

You go near her, I'll blow your brain.

What happened, Lieutenant?

Well, Mr.

Mooney, the foreman, found Stryger this morning.

Looks like he fell down those stairs inside.

It was a long fall.

Accident? Yeah.

What's your interest in this, Barnaby?

Well, Strager had been supplying the answers to some questions for a client

mine. I called his house and he told me about this.

You know, routine accidents are something I've been running across a lot

Listen, if you know something I don't, I always like to be informed.

Well, Lieutenant, I don't know where I'm going myself yet, but when I get there,

I'll sure let you know.

Okay. I'll see you later.

I got a million reports.

Mr. Mooney?

Mr.

Mooney, I'm Barnaby John, private investigator.

Oh, you work here long?

Yeah, about 25 years.

Did Mr. Strager own the business that long?

Oh, he bought it about six years ago.

Six years. That must have been while he was still in the Army.

I didn't realize that captains made that kind of money.

Well, I don't know what he paid for it, but it wasn't much.

See, the business was in pretty bad shape until about four years ago when he

out of the Army. Then things really got to popping.

Oh, yeah, all this heavy stuff.

Oh, yeah, stuff was pouring in. We'd fix her up, ship her out all over the

world. Yeah, as I recall, this heavy equipment was kind of hard to come by

Yeah, it was, but Mr. Strager knew where to get it, and I knew how to fix it up.

Yeah. You must have been busy as a horse's tail during the fly season.

Yeah, I sure was.

Sixteen -hour days.

Is any record of exactly where it came from?

Sure, that would be in the office files.

I wonder if there'd be any possibility you might take a look at the files.

Well, I wouldn't mind, Mr. Jones, except that... Mr. Strager came down here

yesterday about five and boxed all those records up. I helped him carry them out

to his car. He said he was taking them home.

That's, uh... Well, thank you, Mr. Mooney.

Thank you very much. You bet.

I can't understand it, Tully. I just can't understand it.

I know how upset you are.

Have you eaten today?

No.

I'll tell you what.

I can cook a little. I'll go into the kitchen and fix some eggs.

Tomorrow when the maid comes, she can take it from there.

Okay?

Miss Traeger, may I come in?

Sure, sure. Come on in.

I'm sorry about your father.

And I hate to bother you at a time like this, but something important just came

up. I'd like your permission to look at the company files your father brought

home yesterday.

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

I'm not positive that your father's death was an accident.

Looking at these files may clear it up. Not an accident.

That's right.

May I look at them?

Yes. I think there's some boxes in the den. Thank you.

Um, they're over there.

What are you doing?

Oh, um, Mr. Jones, this is Tully Morgan.

How do you do?

Hello.

Tully, Mr.

Jones thinks that maybe my father's death wasn't an accident.

He thinks there may be some kind of proof in the records to show it.

Oh.

Well, sure.

Mr. Drager, your father bought a lot of government -heavy equipment in Vietnam.

All of these papers were signed by a Sergeant Major McKittrick, the approving

non -commissioned officer.

You ever hear of him?

No. No, not really.

Why don't you ask Tully? He served with my father in Vietnam.

McKittrick? Uh... No, I haven't heard of him.

Diane.

Your eggs are in the kitchen. I want you to go in there and get something to eat

and try to rest.

And I'll handle everything here, okay?

You over there alone?

Ma 'am?

Uh, part of 71, 72.

Well, there are a lot of people there. I guess you wouldn't know them all.

That's right.

That's all right. I can check McKittrick's service record.

Hello?

Yes, just a moment.

For you, Mr. Jones.

Oh, thank you.

Yes. Oh, Betty.

Barnaby, I have that information for you. Good.

Well, what is it? About six foot two, light brown hair, strongly built,

about 27, 28 years old, friendly smile.

What color eyes?

He didn't know.

Well, that's fine, Betty.

Why did you go out and buy yourself another?

I'll see you later this afternoon.

A daughter -in -law of mine loves to travel. She never misses a chance to go

to San Francisco.

Right.

Look, Mr. Jones, this has been awful tough on Diane. I think maybe I'd better

see about her.

Sure. You ever get up there?

San Francisco?

Not for a couple of years. I don't like the fog.

Some days things up there are clear as a bell on Sunday.

Maybe so.

Well, is there anything else I can do for you?

No, no, this will hold me for a while. Tell Miss Strager that I'll get these

papers back to her in a couple of days.

Sure thing.

Okay, you guys, that's it for today.

Hi, Mr. Jones.

Joe, I thought you told me you had a lot of work to do.

You don't call this work? Those guys run me ragged.

Yeah, I can see what you mean.

Joe, when you were in Vietnam, did you ever meet a fella named Morgan?

Tully Morgan?

Yeah.

I met him once.

And I heard a lot about him.

He was in Captain Strager's outfit.

What kind of a soldier was he?

Not worth a damn.

He got in a fight with another corporal and killed the guy.

Claimed it was self -defense. He got out of it.

How? He lucked out.

Captain Strager and Sergeant Major McKittrick saw the fight, but it

fast they couldn't stop it.

They said at the court, Marshal, that the other guy came at Tully with a

Tully was a black belt karate expert. He killed the guy.

McKittrick testified for him?

Yeah. It's nice to have friends like that.

Yeah.

Then what happened?

Well, there's something in Pully's records about past fights, instability,

like that.

The Army booted him out as an undesirable.

That's the last I heard of him.

Does that any help to you?

Terrific.

Thanks a lot, Joe.

I don't know if the autopsy reports any help, Barnaby.

A lot more than I thought, Lieutenant.

Look at this. It's very interesting.

Well, Strager and Palmer had identical skull fractures.

Lateral, no more than a half inch apart.

Kind of like, uh... Karate?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Those autopsies show several other fatal injuries.

Yeah, but those other injuries could have occurred after the skull fracture,

the autopsy wouldn't indicate it.

No proof of anything like that, Barnaby?

Well, let's do a little supposing.

Two guys in Vietnam are ripping off the government.

One of them is in a position to certify heavy equipment as salvage, and the

other one has a business over here.

which buys the stuff.

Now, he fixes it up a little and sells it a tremendous profit.

All right, I can suppose that, but where does it lead us?

Supposing there's an inquiry.

It starts over there, and they're going to investigate, let's call him

McKittrick.

One of the investigators is Captain Schrager, who owns the business over

And he could scuttle an investigation if he worked at it.

Now, supposing that somebody in the scheme messes up and he has to be taken

Now, who better to handle that than an expert?

Tully Morgan.

Now, that's doing a lot of supposing, Barnaby.

Joe Rockwell told me that Tully Morgan is a black belt expert.

He was over there with Strager, McKittrick, Palmer, all at the same

place. He's the only one of the four still alive.

And Betty's description of a man that was drinking with McKittrick just before

he died fits Tully awful close.

Yeah, but Betty's description would fit ten guys I know.

You get a copy of McKittrick's autopsy and see how many guys it fits.

Ten or just two.

Strager and Palmer.

All right, that's a good idea.

One more thing.

Tully killed a man with a karate blow in Vietnam.

A friend of mine up in Four Doors is going to get me a copy of that autopsy.

When it comes in, I'll show it to you.

Barnaby, if you're right about this Tully, you better stay away from him.

Leave him to us.

Lieutenant, that's one thing you can depend on.

Rodney Jones' office. May I help you?

No, I'm sorry. He's out of the office right now. Can I take... Well, yes, I

have you meet you there.

And the name was Rockwell?

That's right.

Joe Rockwell.

Thanks a lot.

What do I think about what?

My new dress.

Oh, that's very nice.

Almost as pretty as you are.

You always know just what to say, don't you?

I only speak the truth, Nicole.

Mm -hmm.

I'm a Joe Rockwell.

Joe Rockwell?

Wants me to meet him at the lumberyard?

Wasn't that where Larry Palmer was killed?

Maybe he has some new information.

See you.

Betty? Where's Barnaby? He was dead right about Sergeant McKittrick. He went

to meet Joe Rockwell at the lumberyard.

You can't reach him out there.

Listen, by now, he may have gone back to Rockwell's house. You want me to try?

Please.

Rockwell? This is Betty Jones, Mr. Rockwell. Did Barnaby come back there

you?

Come back from where?

Didn't you call a while back and ask Barnaby to meet you at the Lumberyard?

No, it wasn't me.

Thank you, Mr. Rockwell.

He didn't know anything about meeting Barnaby at the Lumberyard.

John, somebody set him up.

Tully.

Me.

Right here, Mr. Jones. I'll... I'll kill you before you ever touch that gun, Mr.

Jones.

Didn't expect to find me here, did you?

I wasn't too surprised.

A hit dog usually hollers first and then tried to bite back.

Oh, I bite hard, Mr. Jones.

Yeah, I know. I've seen you work.

Oh, you're gonna get a chance to see some more of it pretty soon.

First hand.

The police know all about you. Aren't you afraid they'll track you down?

After I'm through with you, I'm long gone tully. They'll never find me.

Uh...

Don't get too far away, Mr. Jones.

I know my own range.

Yeah.

Like those last three you killed.

They didn't have a chance, did they?

Sure they did.

Well, Sergeant McKittrick didn't have to try moving in on Cap's business.

And that reporter Palmer?

He didn't have to come around here spying on us.

And, uh, as for Cap... Well, he didn't have to take a chance trying to break up

our friendship.

It wasn't my fault.

What about that corporal in Vietnam?

Did he take a chance?

He sure did.

He found out about the deal Cap and the Sarge had.

He was going to go to the Adjutant General.

They asked me to stuff him, so I did.

I think there's enough room between us now so that I'd have a chance of tagging

you before you could tag me.

You're right.

I've got you up a tree, Mr. Jones.

Over here.

Come on up, Tully. Let's see how good you are when somebody's ready for you.

Come and get me.

I almost caught you, Mr. Jones.

I came pretty close.

Close ones only count in the game of horseshoes, Tully.