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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.
Starring Buddy Ebsen.
Also starring Lee Meriwether.
With guest stars Shelley Fabre, Carl Franklin,
special guest star Bo Hopkins.
Tonight's episode, Flight to Danger.
Rachel, hi.
Susan, hi.
Did you fall in a hole or something? Your flight's been down over 20 minutes.
Oh, I had some chips to deliver. They were picked up in Manila.
I've been playing mother hen to three little milk guzzlers for the last 17
hours. And loving every minute, I bet. You know me and kids.
How come you're in uniform?
I thought you had a few more days off. Oh, that's why I was hoping to see you
before I took off. They tell you the apartment is yours for the rest of the
week. I finally got a flight to the Orient, Hong Kong. Oh, that's terrific.
Is it permanent?
No, no, only a standby. Monica Finley got sick, so I'm taking her place.
Well, it's nothing to cry on your beer about.
At least it'll give you a leg up on a permanent flight assignment to the
I certainly hope so.
Where's Mark? Didn't he take the flight back with you?
Does Jane go without Tarzan?
No, he's still in the customs line. He has to get his baggage through.
Keith, aren't you going to wait for Mark to drive you home?
No way.
Our relationship will be a lot better if I spend my time in a lovely bubble bath
while he spends his in that custom line.
Have a nice flight, Susan. See you Sunday.
Mark?
No, I'm sorry. You got the wrong number.
Rich Hey,
I thought you'd be ready by now Did you get
through customs all right? Mm -hmm
And I am so glad you didn't wait for me because it took me over an hour.
Mark, I... What is it?
Nothing.
I'll be ready in a minute.
Hey, listen, before we have dinner, I thought we'd go over to Santa Monica and
take a look at that house I was telling you about.
That big backyard.
Move for a lot of little tiny kids little grungeons running all over
Looks
like you had a little accident all those business trips you took to Manila
Always making sure you got my flight.
I thought it was because you loved me.
Hey, I do love you, baby.
Oh, don't baby me, Mark. Not anymore.
It's heroin, isn't it?
Hey, where'd you get that from? Don't jive me, Mark.
You've been using me to run heroin through customs in my makeup kit,
you? Honest, baby, I don't know what you're talking about. Mark! Let's cool
man.
No sense in having a debate over this.
Rachel?
Sweetheart, you just discovered a goal of mine. So you just might as well calm
down and enjoy it.
Figures. I knew you were bad news the day Mark first brought you around.
Bad attitude. Get out of here.
Both of you, get out.
Rachel, listen.
There's a lot of money in this.
I mean, money.
Listen, you make a couple more rounds to Manila for her.
And you could come out of this with, oh, let's say a nice round $25 ,000. Now,
think about that.
Mark, don't you know what you're doing?
Don't you know what this junk means?
All right.
I told you that we would offer her a piece if she found out. Now, didn't I
that?
All right, she found out, and it didn't work.
Rachel, listen.
Come in with her, okay?
Please. Mark.
You used me.
And now you want me in with you?
Go pill your poison someplace else. Will you hold her?
Wait, wait, Kim, listen. What? What?
Kim, let's just give her a chance to think it over. Now, she'll come around.
You'll see, man. Are you kidding me?
This chick, she knows our business, man.
We'll let her live. We're dead, you know that?
Dead. No, man, no, she ain't gonna say nothing. She won't say nothing.
Will you relax?
Just relax.
It's going to be a nice, easy trip.
In fact, you might even enjoy it.
Wow, look at you, Pop.
Rachel ain't been dead a week, and here you are busting your back for the man
again. Why can't you understand, son?
I can't just sit around the house doing nothing.
Mr. Jones.
Mark.
I didn't expect to see you back here for a few days.
Well, you remember my son, Bobby.
Sure. Hello, Bobby.
We all know how much your sister meant to you.
I'm sorry.
Sorry? After oink sorry is a pig's favorite word after he done chopped you
into little bitty pieces.
Bobby!
It's hit the boy pretty hard, Mr. Jones.
It'll pass.
Anger doesn't hide pain for long.
Well, I want to talk with you about some business.
Some business?
Well, I'd like to hire you to find out how Rachel really died.
Come on in.
Barnaby?
You know, those interviews only get... Oh, good morning, Mort.
Good morning, Betty.
I'm sorry I didn't get a chance at the cemetery to thank you and Mr. Jones for
coming. And for all those pretty flowers.
She was a lovely girl.
She was a good girl, too, Betty.
And all those things the newspaper said about her were lies.
They only printed what the autopsy report said.
Yeah. Overdose of heroin.
Yeah.
Now they even got her own brother believing his sister turned her into a
You saw the way Bobby is.
Rachel tried to teach him what was right.
Tried to keep him off the streets.
Now he's got nothing to believe in anymore.
We know how you feel, Moore.
Then help me prove that all those things they said about it was lies.
Okay, Moore, I'll look into it.
Well, I got a little money set aside, so whatever it costs.
Don't worry about money.
For a girl like Rachel, the flowers we gave, they're not enough.
Up, up, careful, sweetheart. Don't spill any of that.
You'll get a fine for polluting the harbor.
About time you got here.
You know, you picked one heck of a time to have a party.
Tintin is a killer, old buddy.
A killer.
Relax.
It's been over a week.
Can't grieve over Rachel Feather, can we?
We?
You know, you're just a little bit too cool for me, brother. One of us has to
be.
Oh, hey, look, Mark.
Cheer up.
Hey, dig, man. I just completed that last shipment to the dealers for one
quarter of one million green bananas.
That's top dollar, man.
That is top dollar.
Yeah, you stick with me and we'll be playing hide -and -go -seek with those
Tahitian princesses inside a month.
Might even buy this tub and sail over.
I mean, that is top dollar, man!
Why don't we get out right now? I mean, we got enough money.
Enough?
We got two more kilos waiting on us in Manila.
And those dealers are drooling, baby.
Drooling. Kenny, what good are two kilos gonna do us if we ain't got nobody to
run them through customs? I mean, Rachel is dead, remember?
Hey, no sweat.
We just had to find us another pigeon who flies them another run.
That's why I invited so many stewardesses.
Perfect setup. They take it through. No hassles, no risk.
Barbie Jones?
Oh, yes. You were at Rachel's funeral.
Yes. I'm an investigator. Mr. Rogers hired me to look into the circumstances
surrounding the death of your roommate.
Oh. Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that.
Won't you please... Julie.
Something wrong with your foot?
You look like a filly that just threw a shoe.
Well, it seems that I've stepped on some glass.
Oh. Let's see if I can help you.
Oh.
Right there?
Yes. Yes, that's it.
Well, let me see what we can do about that.
Please be careful.
I am a coward.
Well, we make allowances for pretty coward.
Oh.
Feel better? Oh, yes. Wonderful. Thank you.
There it is.
It's like a little piece of mirror.
Yes.
It's like another piece over here.
Oh, thank goodness I didn't step on that.
Could be a souvenir from the firm you work for, GIA.
It's Global International, all right.
Oh, excuse me, just a second, please. Sure.
Oh, thank goodness it wasn't broken.
I guess it was Rachel's mirror that broke.
Did all the stewardesses at GIA get identical makeup kits?
Yes, uh -huh.
Rachel's father picked hers up with the rest of her things.
Funny, you know, I've never been superstitious about broken mirrors
Well, it wasn't bad luck that killed Rachel. It was heroin.
I know, but... Well, that's what's so hard for me to understand.
Rachel was really straight arrow, Mr. Jones. With a vengeance.
She didn't even believe in taking an aspirin. Any reason why she may have
changed her style?
When something like this happens, a lot of things cross your mind.
Any trouble that you may have heard about?
Only with passengers who think a free pass comes with a free drink.
Boyfriend? Yes.
It's a steady. Mark Siegert. Very nice man.
There was even talk of marriage.
Where do I find him?
Well, I understand his business partner is giving a birthday party for him.
Trying to cheer him up, I guess.
If you like, I'll take you there and introduce you to him.
I don't think a party is exactly the kind of setting that I'd like to ask him
these questions.
Where does he work?
It's Ken Marr Novelty, I think.
I'm sure it's in the phone book.
I'll find it.
And Susan, it would be very helpful if you could supply me with a list of
Rachel's friends who might be able to give me some information about her.
Surely.
Patty Swenson?
Linda McMurray.
Hello, Mark.
How you doing, Susan? Okay.
How's the party going?
All right.
That empty feeling doesn't go away very easily, does it?
Hey, Susan.
Hi, Ken.
Hey.
Where you been?
Around. Well, you got to come on aboard.
Every studious in town's here.
We're going to have a convention and elect my studious of America.
And I got a feeling you're going to win hand in hand.
Well, thank you. But I really just came to deliver this present to Mark. Happy
birthday. Oh, thank you, Susan.
You two been wearing sackcloth and ashes long enough?
Well, I mean, you know how Rachel Lowe part is, and she wouldn't mind one
bit if we toasted a drink in her memory.
Yeah, maybe another time.
Mark, a man came by to see me today, Barnaby Jones.
He's a private detective that Rachel's father has hired to check into her
Wait a minute, what?
Well, instead of check, I mean, she OD'd, didn't she? And the police
him. Well, I guess the jury is still out as far as Jones is concerned.
Anyway, I think he'll be by to see you.
Oh, uh, come on, Susan. One little drink, huh?
No, really, I can't. I'm restricted. I'm flying the Pacific tomorrow.
Pacific?
Rachel's flight.
Oh, to Manila?
Yeah. Ironic, isn't it? I've been trying to get that flight for six months so
that Rachel and I could be together.
I finally got the assignment, and now she's gone.
Well, at least you won't be flying alone.
Just so happens I'm flying to Manila tomorrow, so I've got some unfinished
business. You are?
That's really a coincidence, isn't it?
You've got to get lucky sometimes.
Tell you what.
You wear a smile, and I'll help chase the blues away, okay?
Well, we'll give it a try.
Bye -bye. Bye.
See you tomorrow.
Hey, listen.
With the detective snooping around, we'd better find another way to run those
last two kilos through.
Are you kidding?
This is terrific, man.
Couldn't be better.
Happy birthday.
Bobby, your father, huh?
What do you want?
Hey, look, man, my sister tripped herself dead.
Now, ain't nothing gonna change that.
So why don't you just split?
Just leave us alone.
Just leave us whole black folks alone.
Bobby, I know how much you love your sister and how much you'd like to know
really happened.
Hey, man, I know what happened.
I know.
She tried to be white.
When she found out the man don't like pepper coming on like salt, she just
herself up and just throwed it away. That's a lie.
That's a damn dirty lie you tell about your sister.
Say it.
Yeah, sure, Pop.
It's a lie.
Come on in, Von.
You know, Barnaby, before Edith passed away, she made me and Rachel promise to
keep Bobby off the streets.
To teach him what was right.
Now it seems like I've lost both of them. I think one sure way of losing
would be to give up on him. You ready to do that?
No.
You're right.
Thing is, I was always too busy.
Either grieving over losing Edith or...
worrying about making ends meet.
I guess I left too much of it to bring it up to Rachel.
Now that he needs my help, I... I just don't know how to give it.
Sometimes the first step in solving a problem is to find out what it is.
You found something out?
It isn't so much what I found out as what I didn't find.
It's a connection.
Connection?
You mean where Rachel is supposed to have gotten the stuff?
If she got it.
I would say that a girl like Rachel wouldn't get it off some back -alley
but I'm a connection.
Rachel didn't take it herself, Barnaby.
Her friends know anything?
Not the ones I talk to.
I'm on my way over now to talk to a Mark Siegert, a boyfriend.
I never met him.
Maybe he might know something.
I'd have found you picked up Rachel's things.
Was there an address book among them?
Why don't I bring it out here and we'll look at it?
Nothing in here.
Hey, here's something.
Tokyo, Manila.
Hong Kong?
I'll give this to Betty, see if she can check out some of these people.
Connection might be hidden in here somewhere.
Rachel have two makeup kits like this?
No, just this one.
Why?
Well, this mirror isn't broken.
I don't understand.
Well, her roommate said that she thought it was.
What?
May I borrow this?
Sure, go ahead.
Don't worry, Mr. Bracken. I'll see this order's filled in plenty of time for the
holiday season.
Thanks again.
That's, uh, Philippine mahogany. Fine. In fact, my partner's in Manila right
trying to get some more pieces. It's going so fast.
Extensive? Eighty -three dollars a dozen. Ten percent discount by the
I'm afraid my secretary desk isn't big enough to handle the gross.
We only deal wholesale, sir.
I take it you're not a buyer.
No, I'm a detective.
Barnaby June.
I didn't mean to just barge in on you this way, but you're pretty hard to get
the phone.
Yeah, I heard you've been asking around about Rachel.
Sorry if I've been avoiding you. It's just that her dying that way has got me
all racked up.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
I hate to probe into sore wounds, but her father's hurting, too.
So is everybody else who loved her.
What do you want to know?
I understand that you were on several of Rachel's flights to the Orient.
Travel's part of my business. I simply made it a point to reserve on Rachel's
flights. On any of these trips, did you notice anything unusual?
Unusual? I'm trying to determine how a girl like Rachel could get a hold of
heroin.
Yeah, that's something I can't figure out either, Mr. Jones.
I guarantee you one thing. She never connected with no junkie on none of the
trips we took together.
Then you were with her a great deal of the time.
All the time.
I mean, we were so close, we might as well have been married.
We were gonna be married, too.
I'm sorry.
These names mean anything to you?
Paul D.
Dawson?
Fred Hammersfield?
Hammersfield, yeah, he's a co -pilot for Global Airlines.
And, uh, Dawson, that, uh, sounds like a navigator Rachel introduced me to once.
Why? These names are from Rachel's address book.
I'm checking on her contacts in town, and my secretary's checking on those
overseas. One more thing.
When they found Rachel, she'd apparently been preparing to go out for the
evening.
You weren't her date, were you?
No. No, I was busy checking in a new shipment.
She's probably going out with one of her girlfriends that night.
Well, thank you very much, Mr. Siegert.
I'll be checking with you.
I'm Mr. Jones.
You find whoever it was that turned Rachel on.
I just want five minutes with him.
Ken, I can't tell you how glad I am you had business in Manila.
Your being along on the flight made it much easier for me.
Noah!
Oh, for me too, Susan.
Maybe we can go out and have dinner later, huh?
Yes. Yes, maybe we will.
I won't be but a minute. I just had to put some papers in my briefcase.
That's okay. Take your time.
Fact is, I enjoyed it so much, I'm going to arrange my schedule where we can do
it again.
That is, you know, mine.
I think that would be terrific.
Good.
Good morning, Betty.
And have I got a good morning for you.
From Rachel's address, please.
The name Ho Kwan.
Ho Kwan.
A restaurant.
Manila. A restaurant and a restaurateur.
As you can see there, the Narcotics Bureau has Mr. Kwan listed as a known
source, starting about eight years ago.
Moved to Manila two years ago after numerous arrests for narcotic violations
Hong Kong, Philippine Connection, maybe.
Do you really think that that's what it's all about, Barnaby? Narcotic
smuggling? That's where a lot of it comes from, the Far East.
But the Bureau has Mr. Kwan clean from the time he arrived in Manila.
Which could mean one of two things, Betty. Either he has seen the light and
straight, or he has found an infallible way of getting heroin through customs.
Rachel. A bottle of perfume in a purse, maybe, but heroin... I don't think she
would knowingly bring it into the country.
Then how?
That is the puzzle.
I have a hunch.
But the pieces of the puzzle are connected with the pieces of a mirror
found over at Rachel's apartment.
Susan was doing yesterday, right?
Um, Global Flight 106, Manila.
Give her a call. Tell her I'm on my way over.
Yes, Ho Kwan's in Manila. It's a marvelous restaurant.
Friend and I stopped there for dinner before the flight back home.
You mind telling me the friend's name?
Ken Morley, Mark's business partner.
You know, if Ken weren't in the import business, he would make the most
marvelous travel guide.
He really knows all of those interesting, out -of -the -way places.
While you were in the restaurant, did you meet Mr. Kwan?
Oh, yes. He and Ken seem to know each other quite well.
Mr. Jones, you didn't come all the way over here to ask me about my trip.
Does this have anything to do with Rachel?
Oh, right now, I feel kind of like a fisherman pulling in a tugging line.
I just don't know what I'm going to come up with. What did Ken and Mr. Kwan talk
about? Old times, mostly.
About when Ken and Mark first met Mr. Kwan during the Vietnam War.
Can you talk about business?
No.
Well, it wasn't business, exactly.
What was it?
Apparently, Ken collects foreign coins, and he paid Mr. Kwan for some rare
Philippine pesos he had found for him. Did you see any of the coins?
No. No, they stepped into Mr. Kwan's office for them, and then Ken took them
to the car and put them in the luggage.
Oh, he had his luggage with him?
Yes. Yes, we both did.
Locked in the trunk. As I said, we were on our way to the airport.
Then your makeup case was in the car, too?
Yes. I wonder if I could borrow your makeup case.
I'll bring you back a brand new one.
I can't imagine what you're up to, Mr. Jones, but if you think taking it will
help in any way... Well, it might.
Okay, it's in the bedroom. I'll go get it. Thank you, Susan.
Well, thank you very much, Susan, and it was nice talking to you. Nice talking
to you, too, Mr. Jones.
Bye -bye. Bye.
Well, the Manila police double -checked Ho Kwan.
Nothing. Did you have any better luck?
Absolutely none.
No secret compartments in Rachel or Susan's makeup kit.
No trace of heroin?
Not so much as a fortune cookie crumb.
What now?
I don't know.
I'm sure I'm right about Sigurd and Morley.
Especially when they're hooked up with a man like Ho Kwan.
Barnaby.
What about three kids?
That's possible, isn't it?
They could have moved the heroin through customs by switching these kids with a
false bottom.
Then what do you do with the third kid?
Look mighty suspicious going through customs with two complete makeup kits
to get them back to L .A. so you can make the switch.
I guess I struck out on that one.
Maybe not.
Hang on a minute.
Dollars to donuts, that's the way they did it.
Scratch marks?
A lot of scratch marks.
Shows the pins were removed several times.
How many times did you take the lid off a piece of luggage?
Never, unless it breaks.
Or unless you want to put it on another lid.
One with the secret compartment.
You were pretty close, Betty.
Not a third makeup kit, but a third makeup kit lid.
I want you to go down to Global Accessory Shop.
Get a list of every one of these kits that they sold in the last year.
I'm on my way.
I got it.
Butterby Jones.
Mr. Jones, this is a friend of Rachel Rogers.
Who are you?
Doesn't matter.
But if you want the truth about what happened to Rachel, go to the
shack at Friar Canyon Road Rock Quarry.
I'll call you there in 30 minutes.
Why can't you tell me on the phone?
Look, Mr. Jones, I'm taking an awful chance as it is.
And the dude's involved a real heavyweight.
I assure you everything you tell me will be kept in the strictest confidence.
Mm -hmm. And I'm making sure it is by not taking any chances on you taping
I've got to say.
30 minutes, Mr. Jones.
Yes or no?
I'll be there.
Okay.
You know what to do.
Yeah, Mr.
Jones? Yes?
Yeah, the guy you just talked to, he got tied up. He said he'd be back with you
in a couple minutes, okay? I want you to hang...
Listen, you, whoever you are, I don't know what games you and your friend are
playing, but you can help me out.
Now, if he wants to talk to me...
Yeah, just like Mark Twain.
Reports of my death have been highly exaggerated.
Well, it might have been a different story if that ditch hadn't been so
Yeah, I'd like to find a guy to dug that ditch and give him a bonus.
I'll chip in.
And call my friends downtown at the newspaper and thank them for leaving
part out of the story.
You know, you have a great many other friends who are never going to forgive
for this.
I feel real bad about them, but there is no way of telling them the truth
without tipping off our friends Siegert and Morley.
Oh, it's so hard to believe, Mr. Jones.
Are you really sure Ken and Mark are responsible for what happened to you?
I'm almost positive.
I only talked to Mark once, but I would swear that that voice on the second
phone call was his, even though he tried to disguise it.
Then he set you up for Morley.
That's my guess.
And that's the reason I wanted to talk to you, Miss Burt.
I don't want you exposed until you know the full situation.
You know, Ken made a big thing about flying with me my next trip to Manila.
Well, I think if I talk to your supervisor, she can switch you to
flight.
What if I went to Manila with him?
No.
I couldn't let you do that. It's too dangerous.
Mr. Jones.
In spite of what you've been able to put together about Ken and Mark, you don't
have enough to convict them, do you?
No, not yet. But in time, we'll have the evidence.
But if you caught them with the heroin, the police would have a case right now,
wouldn't they?
No, I can't let you go through with that.
I'm not doing it for you, Mr. Jones.
I'm doing it for Rachel.
You can't stop me.
You'd be on your own till your flight gets back on Friday.
Yes, I know.
But they wouldn't do anything to me. They need me to get it out.
Once we're back, you can take it from there. He may not be well enough by
You know, I had a doctor who used to say, recuperation is 50 % healing and 50
% anger at being confined.
Right now, I am 75 % on the way to meet your plane.
Fourth floor, nurse station, please.
Yes? Yeah, Barnaby Jones' room, please.
Oh, Mr. Jones just checked.
Mr. Jones, he's not taking any calls just yet.
Wait a minute, you sure? I mean, he's been in there over five days now.
Yes, I'm quite positive.
Mr. Jones is still critical.
Okay, thanks a lot.
Thank you.
Uh, excuse me.
I thought a friend of mine, a Mr. Jones, was staying in this room. Did something
happen to him?
Oh, no, Mr. Jones is just fine.
He was released this afternoon.
He's okay? Oh, sure.
Okay, thank you very much.
You know, Barnaby, you make great time.
The plane should be touching down just about now.
Yeah, let's hope it wasn't a dry run.
What are you doing here?
Something's wrong, bro.
I'm beginning to think that look of panic is painting on your face. What is
now? Barnaby Jones is up to something.
He's still alive?
And out of the hospital.
They released him yesterday, but on the phone they're giving out this song and
dance about him still being on the critical list.
I want to know what he's got up his sleeve.
There's news.
Hi, Mark. What are you doing here?
Oh, he just, uh, come give us a lift home. Have a nice trip, Sue.
Yes, thanks to Ken.
That's it, Betty.
Call Lieutenant Biddle.
Tell him to get over to Susan's.
He can pick up Ken and Mark there with the evidence when they drop her off. All
right. What about you?
I'll kind of tag along, keep my eye on the girl.
We'll turn it back on.
Let's go.
with you two.
Why don't you tell us?
Next ride?
Take it.
I want to see if we've got any company.
It's with us, okay?
Where are we going? What is going on?
Well, I'll tell you, sweetheart.
You just committed suicide.
Okay, go on. Call it.
Call it!
Morley?
Sigurd?
Let the girl go. It's all over.
You want her, Jones?
Will you come in here and get her?
Mr. Jones, are you all right?
Yeah. How about you? Fine.
Take their car, go find the police and tell them where we are. Yes.
I just don't understand that boy.
Bobby should be here.
He should have something to say after all you've done for us.
Don't take it so hard, Mort.
Oh, I'm sure Bobby will be around soon.
Yeah, but you cleared his sister's name.
He should be man enough to apologize for even believing all those lies about
Rachel. Hey, man.
Hey, um, what you did, it was okay.
That it?
Thank you, Mr. Jones, for Rachel.
And thank you, too.
You're welcome, Bobby.
Come here, son.
He'll make you proud of him just like Rachel did.
I hope so.
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