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

Also starring Lee Merriweather, with guest stars Pat Hingle,

Andrew Parks, Jacqueline Scott,

Lou Prezel.

Tonight's episode, Dead Heat.

Looking good.

Good enough to beat Andy?

Getting there.

Hey, Norm.

There's no shame in coming in second. Silver's a very honorable medal.

Right, Mr. Dixon?

Well,

then you won't mind if we get the gold medal, right, Andy?

Now, Norm, you don't really plan on beating me now, do you?

He's really a sweetheart, isn't he?

Yeah, Mr. Humble.

Damn hay fever.

Didn't take your pill this morning?

I forgot. I'll take it later.

Besides, there's always next time.

After I'm retired on my golden throne.

Vince, I told you that editor of yours would want another feature on the new

Mark Spitz.

Yeah, well, the kid sure knows how to make the headlines.

All right, everybody ought to be breaking for lunch in a few minutes.

We'll have the pool to ourself for the interview. Any pictures you want?

Thanks. Dad, I could go back in the pool for a couple of laps myself.

No. I want you peaking on Saturday, not before. Come on.

Where do you want to go for lunch?

Ben's expecting me back at the shop, so you go ahead. I'll close the locker. See

you later.

Okay. See you. Right.

I told you once, I told you a thousand times, you have to take the pill at the

time you're supposed to or it won't do you any good.

I can beat Norm with my nose stuffed and one hand tied behind my back. What are

you worried about?

Your health.

It takes more than just flapping your arms around to win an Olympic gold

you know.

How about that?

What is it? Did you forget to lock it again?

Again?

I always lock it.

Almost always.

go, mustn't keep the press waiting.

Look, I'm good.

You know it, I know it, everybody knows it.

That's where it's at, man, telling it like it is.

All right, Sid?

Andy, are you okay?

Sure. Great.

Well, if that's all the words of wisdom you want, let's get some more pictures.

You sure you're feeling all right, Andy?

We could finish this up some other time. No, let's do it now.

Let's get it over with. What do you want, a swim star about to make a

Like this?

Yeah, yeah, hold that. It's great.

What's he doing?

Andy?

My God, he stopped breathing. Get the paramedic.

You talk to the medical examiner, Barnaby?

Apparently, Andy Cavanaugh.

died of anaphylactic shock.

That's a massive allergic reaction that shuts a body down in a matter of

seconds. And there really were amphetamines in that bottle.

Police feel that he was, uh, after an edge, some kind of a little extra

something. That doesn't make sense. That was just a lousy practice session, not

the qualifying meet. Why would he take uppers for that?

Unless he was hooked on the stuff.

Hooked? Then he would have had the same shock reaction before, wouldn't he?

I thought about that. According to the medical examiner, anybody can have an

allergic reaction to anything without warning, depending on the antibodies in

the system at the time.

When you work with somebody as closely as I worked with Andy, you get to know

him pretty well.

No, I can't believe he was taking anything.

Sid, would he tell you?

Well, maybe not, but I'd know.

I'd recognize it.

Maybe.

You've got to prove it, Barnaby.

before people start saying out loud what they've already begun to think, that I

put him up to it.

I don't think they believe that.

Why not? I was Andy's coach.

I would have gone to the Olympics with him, shared the glory with him when he

won. All right, Sid, I'll get right on it.

Thank you, Barnaby.

You okay?

No, I still feel sick about it.

It's terrible.

Just terrible.

Why, Andy? I mean, did he want it that much, taking pills?

I don't know, son.

Sometimes you can want something so badly. I wanted to win, too. I wanted to

win just as bad.

What can I tell you, son? Sometimes a man starts out with the best intentions,

then everything seems to go wrong. Yeah.

Dead wrong.

Well, accidents happen, son. Who do you blame?

Everybody. The whole rotten system.

All right.

Some people suffer with the pressure.

They take a chance. They break a rule. They make mistakes. Maybe they couldn't

even imagine that things were going to work out that way.

Just to swim 200 meters faster than anybody else.

Sure, or the 350 -mile, the 20 -foot pole vault, if that's the only thing

they're good at. I don't buy it.

Not anymore.

Norm, are you going to throw away your own opportunities just because somebody

else didn't think?

Dad, Dad, I can't just get back into a pool as though nothing happened.

Well, of course you can, son. Otherwise, that doesn't mean a thing.

Look, I know what you're trying to do.

You know what Ben said to me down at the shop today?

Ben wanted to know if I was still in the plumbing business if I was a swimming

coach now.

Because if I was a swimming coach, he wants to know if I'd be interested in

selling my half of the business.

How do you like that?

Sounds like Ben.

Give him an inch and he'll take the ruler.

You've got a lot invested in this, haven't you?

You forget about me.

The only thing I've ever wanted is what's good for you.

Okay.

I'll go get into my trunks.

That's the way, Norm.

Son, nothing's gonna stop you. Nothing.

Miss Cavanaugh?

It's a friend of mine, Barnaby Jones.

He's a private investigator.

He's looking into Andy's death for... Coach Mayo.

Are those Andy's effects?

Yes, if you would just check the contents against the voucher.

And... sign this release.

What happened to this?

Oh, that was on Andy's locker.

Coach Mayo tried to open it for us, but he was too upset to remember the

combination. We had to get inside.

For these.

Biddle?

Oh, yes, yes, I'm on my way.

Sorry I'm late for a briefing.

Ah, Mr. Cavanaugh, Barnaby.

Why would Sid Mayo want to hire anybody to look into Andy's death, Mr. Jones?

Because he didn't believe your brother put the amphetamines into this bottle.

I'm glad somebody else believes that, too.

Andy wouldn't have touched those things.

Not after last winter.

Last winter? Final exam week.

Andy had three tests in one day. He had to stay up studying two nights in a row.

He took something to keep him going.

Yes, and after he did, his eyes and nose started to water.

His throat went tight.

It looked like he was going to choke.

Sounded like a warning reaction.

Medical examiner says they're quite common in people who are about to get

allergic to something. Did you tell the police?

Yes, but since I wasn't positive what it was that he took, they disregarded it.

Did you say that Sid Meo knew the combination to this lock?

That's right.

Did anyone else know it?

I don't know. Why?

Well, if Andy didn't put the amphetamines in the bottle, somebody

I wonder if the tag's still around.

Tag?

Yes, it usually comes with a tag that has a combination on it. You're supposed

to keep it until you memorize the numbers.

I could look through his things.

I'd appreciate that.

Oh, Gwen's just closing up, Ray. Thanks, Harry. Good night.

Good night.

Ray? About ready?

I wasn't even sure you'd stop by.

I should have called last night, but I... No, it's all right. I understand.

You must have been going through hell.

Hell, yeah. I guess that's how I feel.

Well, try not to take it too far.

How could you possibly have known?

You see, I figured they'd just disqualify Andy for using uppers. My

didn't mean to kill him.

I never should have asked you for those amphetamines.

But an allergic reaction.

I mean, who could ever anticipate a thing like that?

He's just a kid. He had his whole life ahead of him.

Look, I'm not saying that we're ever going to be able to forget about this.

But we're going to have to live with it.

I'm sorry, Gwen. I know this has been rough for you, too.

I love you.

Well, let's go. It's getting late.

Listen, I tell you what.

Let's don't go out to dinner tonight.

I mean, let's go over to your place.

I'll fix you something really special.

There's no need to go to any for us. Why don't we just go to the chicken place?

Honey, we've been together for almost a year now.

I mean, when you didn't call last night, I picked up that phone about a dozen

times. I was dying to call you, but I knew you'd be mad at me.

I know, but I've got to prepare Norm. I can't just spring you on him like that.

Look.

I know he was upset when his mother died, but it's time now that he knows

us and how we feel about each other.

It's not just that.

What is it then?

I mean, if it's not Norm, then maybe it's you. Maybe I'm not good enough for

you. No, honey, no. I'm not saying never.

I'm just saying...

I don't want to interrupt Norm's routine, you know. Not before the meet's

up on Saturday.

Ray, I want so much to know you.

To love him the way I love you.

We need each other now.

More than we ever did before.

Don't we, Ray?

Found it in Andy's desk.

Left 21, right 13, left 34.

That's it.

That's the combination I dialed, Barnaby.

Serial number 1090452.

133677.

He don't match at all.

You sure there's the right tag?

Yes. It's the only one I could find.

Maybe it isn't Andy's lock.

Maybe that's why he couldn't get it open.

Now, let's go over it again.

You and Andy both came down here because Andy was sniffling, and you wanted him

to take some of his hay fever medicine.

That's right. We still had that interview to do, and Andy was unlocking

and telling me... What is it?

Come to think of it, he never worked the combination.

It was already unlocked.

I figured he'd just been forgetful again.

Did he do that often, leave it unlocked?

He claimed he didn't, but you know kids, it happens.

Now, what if somebody broke in and put on a duplicate lock to cover up?

Yeah.

That would sure explain how those uppers got into Andy's medication, all right.

But not why.

Have you any idea who might have wanted to switch medicines on Andy?

Andy was a big mouth. He wasn't particularly well -liked, but for

something like that... Well, maybe it didn't start that way.

After all, nobody knew that Andy was allergic to amphetamine. Maybe not even

Andy himself.

Sharon!

Hi,

Norm.

Sharon, uh... You all right?

I guess.

Yeah. I was going to write. I started to a dozen times.

Dear Sharon, I'm sorry about Andy.

But it all seems so... Norm, I know how you feel.

So inadequate.

Hey, stop talking like that.

It wasn't your fault.

Yeah.

It just sort of took the wind out of everything.

It's always been just you against Andy, hasn't it?

Ever since he first labbed you that time in summer camp.

I'd have beaten him this time, Sharon.

I wouldn't say that to anybody else at a time like this.

But I really think I would have beaten him.

Excuse me.

If you're the Norman Dixon that I've been hearing about, I'll bet you would

beaten him, too.

This is Barnaby Jones, a private investigator.

He's looking into Andy's death.

Oh?

I didn't think there was anything to look into.

As a matter of fact, there is.

Have you found something, Mr. Jones?

Yes, it seems that Andy's hay fever medicine was tampered with.

Wait a minute, are you thinking that one of us swimmers might have had something

to do with it? Well, I'll know more about that after I find out where

was on that particular day, especially during the lunch hour.

Might as well start with you, Norm.

Lunch, uh... Yes, the locker room attendant said that he saw you down

as he was leaving.

Yeah, that's right.

Dad and I, he's my coach, we broke early. But I wasn't the only one down

and I wasn't the last one to leave the stadium.

I assume you can verify that.

I got in my car and went home.

No, wait, the parking lot, Dave Pildner, the campus security guard.

Kid wanted my autograph.

We talked maybe 10, 15 minutes.

Pildner, yeah,

I can check that out.

Well, thank you very much.

Oh, your father, did he leave with you? No, he had to get down to his shop.

His shop?

He's the D in H &D Plumbing.

I see.

I'd like to talk to him, too.

Thank you.

Mr. Cavanaugh?

Hey! Hey!

Not there!

That stuff goes on the side there by the ball joints.

You got to watch him like a whore.

Of course, if I had a full -time partner.

Does Ray always spend as much time coaching his son?

Oh, I don't mind that. No, no, no. The kid's good.

He might even make the Olympic team.

So who am I to be grudge, right?

But when a man says he'll be back before lunch, the least he can do is he's not

going to make it his call, right?

Does he make a practice of coming in after lunch?

Yeah, you might say that.

Yesterday he was two hours late.

What about Tuesday, the day the Cavanaugh boy died?

Oh, the same.

Yeah, he got back about, uh, 2 .30.

Gray, there's a man here to see you.

Sure. What can I do for you, Mr.

Jones?

I'm Barnaby Jones, private investigator.

Yeah, well, I've got work to do.

Uh, private investigator, what are you investigating, Mr. Jones?

Andy Cavanaugh's death.

This isn't generally known, Mr. Dixon, but it's possible that Andy did not put

those amphetamines in his hay fever bottle.

I don't follow you.

Well, it's possible that his locker was broken into during a lunch period.

I wish I could help you, Mr. Jones. I was out of the stadium. Couldn't have

more than 12 o 'clock. I had work to get back to here.

He came directly here?

That's right.

Mr. Harlow says that you didn't get here till after lunch, about 2 .30.

Yeah, that's right.

You mind telling me where you were during the lunch period?

Mr. Jones, I was with a woman. Couldn't we just leave it at that?

Well, yes, we could, but I don't believe the police would.

The police?

It may just be that we have a murder on our hands, and if so, it becomes

important to know where everyone was during the period when the locker room

unattended.

I see.

The lady's name is Gwen Reynolds.

Gwen Reynolds.

And the address?

The address is 902 East Firestone Terrace, apartment

3C. Thank you.

Mr. Jones, could we be discreet about this? My son

doesn't know about Gwen and me.

Of course.

Thank you.

Oh, mister.

If you're looking for Gwen, she's never home this early.

I see.

Where might I find her? It's rather important.

Furby's Drugstore.

She works there.

Drugstore? Fifth Street, near Stratman.

Thank you.

Oh, you'll never make it. They close about now.

I'll put some coffee on if you'd like to wait inside.

Well, thank you, but I think I'd better wait out here.

I wouldn't want to miss her.

All right.

But if you change your mind, the doorbell's right there.

Ray, you nearly scared me to death.

I'm sorry, honey.

When we have a story, we have to get straight.

A story?

What are you talking about?

There's a private detective named Jones. He came by the shop. He's investigating

Andy's death. I had to tell him I was with you Tuesday at lunch.

At lunch on Tuesday.

Okay.

Thanks. I'm sorry I scared you.

It's okay.

I've got to get home.

Ray, listen.

I've been thinking about something all day long.

Since you're already here, we might as well talk about it.

What is it?

Well, I know you've got a lot on your mind.

And all the time we've been together, I've never pressured you, have I?

No, honey, but not now. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? No, wait a minute, now.

Because you haven't been telling me the truth.

What are you talking about?

Well, with Norm, you said that he wasn't ready to know about me or about us, and

that isn't true. He already knows. He knows what?

Well, this afternoon I was driving through your neighborhood, and I

you know, just to see what it was like.

My house?

And while I was there, Norm drove by.

I ask you never to go near my house.

And he knows about us. He's known for a long time. So, you see, we're out in the

open now.

I mean, he accepts me.

No, you don't know Norm.

He tries to be polite, but... Oh, you're such a frightened little baby.

I mean, once we get married, you're going to look back and you're going to

wonder why we didn't do it sooner.

No. I mean, we can't.

Not now.

Now, you look at this, Ray.

I'm in this with you all the way.

I shared the guilt with you for what you did with it.

And I'm going to share everything else that goes with it.

Oh, don't, Gwen.

Don't use that as a key to my house.

No?

All right.

Then let's go ask Norm about it.

You leave Norm out of this.

Ask your precious son if he thinks I'm not good enough to marry a murder.

No, I won't let you. No, what are you going to do? I couldn't.

Is Miss Reynolds often late for work?

Oh, every now and then, like everyone. But mostly Gwen's on time. She's never

this late.

I was at her place last night, and I called again this morning. She never got

home.

That's strange.

Let me give it a try.

I assume her job includes handling some of the medicines?

Well, Gwen is a pharmacist, so she can't fill prescriptions. But other than

that, she's into everything.

My right -hand man, so to speak.

And she, uh...

Probably runs an inventory on medical supplies, things like that. Yeah, we

to stop when we're low. She takes care of all that for me.

Then you wouldn't necessarily know if any particular medicine was unaccounted

for. Oh, no, no. I'm sure Gwen would tell me if anything were missing.

Looks like she's still not home.

It's really getting me worried.

He told me you left her here last night to close up the store.

Did she meet anybody?

Boyfriend? Well, Ray Dixon called earlier and said something about picking

up.

Did he?

I don't know. I'd already gone.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Burby.

And when you hear from her, give me a call.

He can have that later. You're not finished.

Quit pushing. I'm tired.

You haven't even begun to know what tired is. Get back in the pool.

You want a gold medal so bad you go out and break your own arms. Look at that

time. Look at that. You're slowing down. You're not getting faster. Jim Cochran

can beat you in his sleep. Jim Cochran? I'd have lapped him twice.

That's the fastest time I've ever done here. Well, it's not fast enough.

What's the matter, Dad?

Andy was my only competition in Saturday's meeting. He's gone, and still

running scared. Why?

Because I can't take any chances.

Because I have to make sure you win, that you'll amount to something.

It's more than just the swimming, isn't it, Dad?

I mean, you're aiming for something more than that, aren't you?

Norm, some people are more than good -looking.

They're handsome.

More than smart.

They're brilliant.

In other words, some people were born lucky.

They reach out and they always come back with a fistful of whatever it is

they've always wanted.

Do you understand what I'm trying to say?

Maybe if you'd get it all said.

You weren't born with that kind of luck, son.

You're the normal type, the everyday type, the fella down the street type who

will never know what it's like to be one in a million unless you break your back

to make yourself into one.

Son, you have only one gift.

Swimming. You see what I mean? It doesn't make any difference whether it's

swimming or football or baseball as long as you're the champion.

It's not just for me, is it?

Sure. Me too.

A little glory even today is reflected off you.

That's more than most people know in a lifetime.

Coach of the year, huh?

No. No.

Won't make any difference what life's got in store for me, but if I can help

make it, then I'll be happy.

That's why I've been pushing you so hard.

Why I've had such an edge on.

Also, sneaking in at four in the morning.

That kind of thing will make a wreck out of you.

I had this emergency call last night. A broken water pipe.

They making water pipes with fingernails now?

I fell, scraped my cheek against a bush.

Whatever you say, Dad.

Mine is not to pry and poke.

Mine is but to swim and stroke.

So you conveniently forgot to tell me where she worked.

I didn't conveniently forget to tell you that Gwen worked at the drugstore.

I left it out on purpose, Mr. Jones.

Well, considering that this entire case revolves around whether somebody

switched some prescription drugs...

You see, that was a can of peas I didn't want open.

What, were you thinking Andy was set up? Me with a lady friend that had access

to drugs? Well, you see what I mean?

Well, I'm sure if it's an honest coincidence, the lady would back you up.

Of course she will.

Problem is, nobody knows where she is.

She's not at work?

No, or at home.

Burby says you were picking her up at closing time last night.

Yes.

Yes, that's right, like always.

I wasn't with her long, though.

Mr. Jones, it was all over between us. I liked the lady, but I wasn't going to

marry her, and Gwen, she took it hard.

Yes, I see.

Now you've got me kind of worried.

Oh?

Gwen is a very emotional woman.

You say she wasn't home all night, she's not at work, no telling what she might

have done.

Well, I hope it isn't as bad as you make it sound.

I'd never forgive myself.

And we would never know whether the amphetamines came from Herbie's

would we?

I'll be checking with you.

Oh, Sid.

John.

Barnaby. The lawyer's on the way, but I figured since he's your client also,

you'd like to be in on this. Sure, of course.

That's the bottle of amphetamines they found in your desk?

That's it.

Contains the same stuff Andy died of.

How about it, Sid?

What's the use? Is anybody going to believe me if I say I'm innocent?

I might.

Thanks, Barnaby.

Thing is, how do we convince him?

Oh, Lieutenant Biddle is a very reasonable man.

You don't think that Sid would kill his golden goose, do you?

No.

I don't think the coach meant Randy to O .D., but since he committed a felony by

distributing drugs, he could be charged with murder.

Why would I give him drugs? To help him win a practice session?

A press conference?

The theory is Andy was already hooked. You were just helping him stay happy.

Assuming that Sid was supplying drugs to Andy, which I don't believe, do you

think that he'd be stupid enough to keep this stuff in his desk where anybody

could find it? The case was closed.

Nobody was going to search that desk.

Until the college security people helped him dry it out after the sprinkler

system accidentally went on.

368 -5292.

5292.

Stacy Jennings Pharmaceutical Company. Got it?

I have it.

Now call that serial number in to Stacy Jennings and find out which drug store

was shipped this particular bottle of amphetamines.

I'll get right on it.

Hi, Norm.

Big day, huh?

Yeah. That's what the butterflies in my stomach keep telling me.

You want to drive down to the stadium with us?

No, I just thought I'd stop by and wish you luck.

Well, aren't you going to be there?

I'd only be thinking of Andy.

Yeah.

I guess I'll be thinking of him, too.

No, don't do that.

It'll slow you down.

Andy wouldn't want that.

Mr. Jones.

Norm. Jared.

Your father home?

He'll pick me up any minute now. Can I help you with anything?

Well, just a few questions.

I kind of imagine you stayed pretty close to home the night before the big

Dad would have killed me if I didn't.

What about your dad? He stay home too?

Except for a few hours after dinner.

He's been busy with some plumbing jobs the last few nights.

What's all this about, Mr. Jones?

Sid Mayo. He's been arrested.

Sid? Why?

Well, the police think that they have proof that he supplied amphetamines to

Andy. There must be some mistake.

Yeah, it was funny the way they found them. The sprinkler system in his office

suddenly turned on, and while they were cleaning up the flood, somebody found

the pills in his desk.

Sid Mayo?

I never would have figured him for that.

I'm rather inclined to believe that somebody planted them there in order

they be found turned on the sprinkler system on purpose.

Who would do that?

Somebody thought that I was getting too close.

What the hell is going on here, Jones?

This boy has a race in less than an hour. Are you trying to mess up his

concentration? Get in the car.

Come on.

Dad, Sid Mayo has been arrested.

Yeah, I know all about that. I heard that on the car radio, but we don't have

time to worry about that now. Come on, come on.

See you later.

Good luck.

Mr. Dixon, we're going to have to talk about this sometime, including Gwen

Reynolds, who is still missing.

Something happen to Gwen?

Right now, you got one thing to think about, the race. Get in.

Hey, look out.

What about Gwen, Pop?

What does Mr. Jones think she's missing?

Son, Gwen's a grown woman. If she wants to take off and not let anybody know,

that's her business.

He also asked about last night.

Where I was, where you were.

You tell him I was on a job?

Yeah, but...

What if he doesn't take my word for it? What if he checks?

All right, he checks.

You think he's going to find out I was lying or something?

Of course not.

It's just got me worried, that's all.

I mean, scratches on your face the other night, and last night coming home with

your clothes all wet.

Son, I'm a plumber.

Now, sometimes pipes break. I get water on me.

I'm just saying that it might look funny to other people.

about that, okay?

Norm, everything I've ever wished for you is waiting out there at the pool.

Now don't blow it, son.

You make your old man proud, okay?

And the serial number does trace to Verby's.

And when I checked with Mr. Verby, he said that the bottle with that

serial number is missing.

Call Lieutenant Biddle, fill him in, ask him to meet me over here at the

stadium. Right.

Mr. Dixon.

Jones, you really have a lousy sense of timing. You know that? Can't this wait?

Murder investigation, Olympic competition, each has its own

to talk out here and there where it's quiet?

You go ahead, son. I'll be with you in a minute.

The police found the pills in Sid Mayo's desk. Now, isn't that good enough?

Might be if I hadn't done my homework. You see, the pills were traced to Verby

Drugstore. Okay, then that's where Sid got them.

Now, Sid has never been in Verby Drugstore.

Well, sure he was.

Gwen told me.

You find her. She'll tell you.

It's not going to work, Mr. Dixon.

You can never lay this whole thing off on a missing woman.

This is one bullet you're going to have to bite yourself.

That's an accusation, and you try and make it stick. Just try.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I haven't got enough to prove that you killed Annie. Maybe Gwen and Framed

Sid. Maybe I ought to turn this whole thing over to the police and let them

it out. Wait a minute.

Even if the police can't make anything stick, Norm's going to hear about it.

I don't want him involved.

I don't know any way you can keep your son from being involved.

Look, I'm asking you, Mr. Jones, please.

I want my son left out of this.

You should have thought of that before you put the drug in Andy's medicine

bottle. That's a lie.

Norm won't believe that.

You think not, huh?

I'm not going to let you ruin everything for me, Mr. Jones.

Tell me if you want to put the gun down.

I didn't mean to kill that boy.

I didn't mean a lot of things.

You're not going to help me with my killing again.

I'm sorry.

My son's never going to know about this.

Well, let's go.

He says he buried the Reynolds woman up in the hills.

I'm on my way out there now.

I heard you won.

Yeah.

I didn't hear the time.

The time?

The time.

Where'd you clock in that?

My God, this is Andy's sister, and all you can think about is my time?

The time.

Faster than Andy ever clocked. Does that make it all right?

That I beat his best time? That I would have won all by myself anyway?

Dad dad I

Think your friend needs a friend

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