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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

With guest stars John Marley, Peter Mark Richman,

Elizabeth Allen, Daryl Fetty,

Roy Jensen.

Tonight's episode.

Silent Vendetta.

What about the boss of your old gambling operation, Freddy the Horse?

That was Jim Redman, too.

Redmond personally killed Freddy? With an ice pick.

And he buried him at the Carpell off -ranch, Route 395.

That's how he took over the Samovar Casino. He kept muscling in until he

over the whole operation.

Everything that I spent a lifetime to build.

Using the Samovar as a power base.

Never would have made it so big if he hadn't killed my son first.

When I retired from the Rackers, I left everything to my son.

Now he's dead.

That's why I want you to write in your book everything just the way I tell you.

That way Redman will be dead, too.

One more session tomorrow, and we'll just about have it ready for the

Gideon, I don't have too many more tomorrows.

I've told you everything I know about the mob.

How I... What is it?

Did you ever see those guys before?

The Gardeners?

Never paid much attention.

Check them out, please, huh?

I'll be inside.

Afternoon. Hi.

I don't remember seeing you fellas around here before.

Oh, Johnny's sick, and he asked us to take the route over today.

Tell you what, why don't you just pack it in?

We'll let it go till Johnny gets back, okay?

Yeah, all right.

Thanks a lot.

The regular gardener's sick, so they were taking his place.

Strange faces around here. My people in town, not back yet.

I don't like it.

That's what I figured.

So for your peace of mind, I sent them away.

Look, outside of your three friends, nobody knows where to find us. Why don't

you relax?

Have a drink.

Hey, we made a deal. You don't touch liquor till five o 'clock.

Somewhere in this world, it's got to be five o 'clock.

I'm sure there's no one else around here.

I'm sure.

You don't think Sam would put us on a bump to do anything like this, do you?

Hey, here it is. The old book.

Good.

Okay? I have to get out of here.

Okay.

Hey, he's gone.

But I hit him twice.

Well, he's got to be around here somewhere. Come on.

Hold him.

Looks like he got out this way.

Well, if he did, he's long gone by now.

No, he's wounded. You saw it twice. I put two slugs into him.

Hey, wait a minute.

No blood.

Your father was kind enough to mention my name in the acknowledgments in his

book. I once gave him a little help on investigative procedures.

Dad spoke of you often, Mr. Jones.

Yeah, Walter and I go back a long way.

Then you'll help me find him?

Well, sure, Monica, if there's any need to.

I think you ought to know that your father was pretty good at getting

lost and coming home when he felt like it.

I don't think that he's disappeared intentionally. Not this time.

I think something has happened to him.

Are you sure you're not letting your imagination run away with you?

The day before yesterday was my birthday. My 21st. Dad made a big deal

taking me out to dinner. He even called me twice during the week to make sure I

didn't have other plans, and then he didn't show up.

Not showing up. That came to be your father's middle name.

He wouldn't do that to me.

I'm sorry, but Dad wouldn't miss my 21st birthday. He's never missed any of

them. One time he flew in from Kenya, another time from Vietnam.

Could he be working on a book that perhaps took him out of the country

He is not out of the country.

He couldn't travel without his passport, could he?

Now, take it easy, Monica.

How do you happen to have this?

I found it in Dad's apartment this morning.

His clothes and luggage are still there?

The only thing missing is the typewriter.

Have you tried the Sandhaven Sanitarium?

Yes, and every other drunk tank from here to San Francisco. He's not in any

the hospitals or the jails either.

Do you have any idea what the new book is about?

No.

I thought about that too.

So I called his agent and he doesn't seem to have any idea either.

Does he still have the same agent, Proctor, is that it?

Yes, Don Proctor.

Why don't you go home and get some rest, and I'll let you know the minute I have

anything, okay?

Okay.

That's right, Victor.

My information was that Al Felix left Arizona about five months ago. Been

here in L .A. all that time with nobody knowing about it.

Yeah.

I sent a couple of my boys out to see him. Figured we might arrange to have a

friendly meeting, you know. But he gave them the slip.

So there's no word of him showing up your way, huh?

Well, I'm just kind of anxious to straighten things out between us.

All right, thanks, Victor.

Listen, if you do happen to hear anything, I'd appreciate it if you or

your people gives me a call.

Yeah.

All right.

Goodbye.

San Francisco doesn't know where he is either.

We had him right here, and you blew it.

Well, like I told you, Mr. Redmond, I couldn't miss it that range.

And besides, Mr. Redmond, what's to worry?

You have the book.

That's right.

Felix wants to publish it. He'll have to start from scratch.

It'll take months.

Months, huh?

Eddie, give me the book.

What do you see?

A lot of typing.

Look on page 33 of 41.

Those are carbon pages.

Gideon must have made a carbon when he typed.

Well, we didn't find one. That's right.

Which means that Felix must have it. So months we don't have.

That book was almost finished.

If Felix ever gets that book to a publisher, names, dates... and

where the bodies are buried.

You understand?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, I'm glad I finally got your attention, gentlemen.

Because it's not just me.

If Felix ever gets that book to a publisher, we all go down.

All right. We'll put a price on Felix's whereabouts, and somebody's got to know.

What about Sam?

Hey, that's right.

Sam found him the first time, and I'll bet you in a couple of days Sam will tip

us again.

We can't wait for Sam.

The boys in Chicago tell me that Stan Lewis is still around L .A.

You remember him?

Stan Lewis.

Yeah.

He and Al Felix were pretty close at one time.

That's right.

Find him.

If anyone knows where Felix is holed up now, it'll be Lewis.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

No, I'm afraid Walter didn't let me know what he was working on.

Just that it was the hottest thing he'd ever written and would probably make a

million. Did he say where he was working?

No, he said it was too dangerous for anyone to know.

Even me, his own agent.

Sounds like he might be working on another of his exposés.

Yeah, that's my guess.

But what?

Where?

Where brings up an interesting problem.

It wasn't his apartment.

His typewriter's missing.

His landlord said he hadn't been in there much for the last four or five

Yeah, it's a mystery to me.

Sit down, please.

I couldn't even find any of his old bills or receipts.

Does he have a business manager that takes care of those things?

Yeah, Herb Arnold in our accounting department.

What good would his paid -up bills do you?

Well, they can tell you a lot about a person.

It's kind of like running across a railroad track in the middle of nowhere.

Follow the track one way, you know where the train has been.

Follow it the other way, you know where the train's going.

I still don't follow.

Well, he used to drink a certain brand of whiskey.

And then he was always taking medicine for migraine headaches.

Now, it could be that he was having these things delivered to him where he

working. Yes, of course.

Please go down to Herb's office on the second floor, and I'll call him and tell

him you're coming.

Thanks.

a little jumpy, aren't you, Carl?

Yeah, I guess so.

Ever since the other day.

It's a good thing you had that bulletproof thing on, or else I'd be

flowers on your grave today.

Well, if you'd have been around, I wouldn't have needed this, huh?

Oh, you know I had to go to the dentist. I feel lousy about it, Al.

It's all right, Carl.

By the way, how is the tooth?

I gotta go back. It's still killing me. It almost killed me, too.

Look, Al, I feel lousy about it.

All right.

Well, Lottie says lunch is ready.

Well, let's go eat, huh?

Ah, maybe I ought to keep a lookout.

Well, we can see from inside. That's why I got this house.

Besides, nobody but us knows we're here.

Right?

Come on.

Ah, Mr. Felix.

Sure is getting kind of dull around here.

How much longer do we have to wait around this dump?

Until I finish the book.

Your nephew likes the city, don't you, Mickey?

Well, that's where the action is. Always something to do.

Well, there's something to do around here.

Like watch my back.

Let me see your .38, Mickey.

What?

You were gone almost three hours a day.

Redman tried to have me hit.

Shouldn't take that long to have a broken firing pin repaired.

Well, Mr. Felix, a gunsmith I'm not. I had to wait around for it.

Of course.

Of course.

Well, let's eat, huh?

Please, please don't shoot.

Who are you?

Dave Blevins.

I own this house.

Who are you?

Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator.

Private investigator?

I'm sorry if I frightened you.

I'm looking for Walter Gideon.

Walter Gideon?

The writer?

He's been staying here?

I understand from the big drugstore down in the shopping center that he had had

some prescriptions and liquor delivered here.

The only one I know my name is Fred Smith, the man who rented this place

me.

Is that Fred Smith?

No.

Hey, so this is Walter Gideon.

Where do I tell the missus?

So you have seen him here? Oh, sure. I even waved at him friendly like when

come by my house on one of his walks.

Anyone else beside Fred Smith and Walter Gideon stay here?

Yeah, a woman and two other men.

They paid six months in advance, cash.

Looks like somebody didn't finish their meal.

Yeah.

Something funny's going on, all right.

Like what?

Well, all the time they've been here, one of the two fellas would be out

around the place, almost like they was on the lookout for something.

Then suddenly, the past two days at least, nobody's been here. I mean, it's

they just all up and disappeared.

C -H -R -I -S -T

-M -A -S -D -A

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That's it, Betty. What do you think?

Well, I think and I wish that these machines would space on the ribbon the

they do on paper.

Well, that's why pencils were invented.

Redman, not content with gambling profits from the Samovar Casino,

moved on to the entire western region.

The key to the takeover was young Vincent Felix.

And that's why Vincent was snuffed.

It happened on Christmas Day.

Now, Redman. Well, that has to be Jim Redman, the mob boss, right?

Uh -huh.

And I can't think of anyone who could supply this information other than

Vincent's father,

Al Felix.

Oh, a book about Albert Felix. Wow, that's dynamite. Yeah, that's what

liked to fool around with.

Only one problem.

Felix is just about as hard to find as Walter.

Any ideas?

Only one.

If you can't find a fox...

Send a hound in after him.

Which hound did you have in mind? A fellow named Stan Lewis.

I'll see you later.

You know, Gideon made this look so easy.

It's hard. I know what I want to say.

But it comes out wrong.

Gideon was a writer. You're not.

Well, just give me a couple of days.

I'll finish it. You'll see.

Getting Redmond.

Revenge. That's all that counts with you.

He killed my son.

No, Al.

Redmond put a knife in Vincent's heart, yes.

But anybody who stays in this lousy business kills himself no matter how

die. You talk and nothing comes out.

Yeah.

Look at us.

You're already practically dead from hating.

And me, well... I died a long time ago.

That's not a nice thing to say.

It's there, Al. So I say it.

So how did you die?

I gave you too many new cars, furs, jewelry, money.

Al, what's the difference?

Just like a woman, huh?

You start something, and then you let me stew without finishing it.

What?

For 14 years, I've given you everything.

Not everything, Al.

Since Louisa died, it's been just you and me.

14 years.

You think getting a piece of paper saying that we're married would make

had together any better?

It might have.

Once.

Once when I could have had your child.

Hello, Stan. I wasn't sure you'd come.

You got the word around, Barnaby. You want them to see me? I'm here.

I'm looking for your old boss.

You run into him lately?

You too?

Suddenly the word's around that everybody's looking for Al Felix. What's

on? Probably something to do with this.

Seems he's having his biography written.

Holy cow.

Al must be off his rocker to be putting out stuff like this.

Any idea where I can get a hold of him?

Why?

I want the writer he's working with, not Felix.

It's very important that I contact him, Stan.

Okay, I owe you a favor.

I kind of lost touch with Al since I got out of the joint, but Lottie, Al's

woman's got a sister here in L .A. Maybe I can find her.

She'd know where Lottie is, and that's where Al will be.

A little something for the road?

Ah,

it's one you can't buy, Barnaby.

I'll stay in touch.

Chasing. It's about time.

Yeah.

Oh, that's swell. That's really swell.

Felix, I can understand, but not being able to run down San Luis yet.

How about a seeing -eye dog? You think that would help?

Sam. What about Sam?

I already told you that after the last fiasco, we can't depend on an inside

contact. If it happens, fine.

In the meantime, as far as you and Miller are concerned, you're both on

own. You understand?

Boy, Jimmy, your muscles are so tense.

Bet your biorhythm's at a real low point.

Biorhythm, huh?

Yeah, it's the rhythm of life.

But soon that curve... on the chart's gonna go up, up, up, and then

gonna be all right.

All right, honey, that's enough.

Party's over.

You better get moving.

Bonnevie, this is Stan.

Oh, Stan.

You got anything for me?

Yeah. I think I located Lottie's sister.

Only she's gone under another name, Judy Mason.

Good. Where do I find her?

Somewhere in Torrance. She's working at a bar.

Which bar?

I don't know the name, but I was there once. I could find it for you.

All right, I'll come right over. What's your address?

1818 West Wexler, number 60.

See you in 20 minutes.

Okay.

Cool, cool, I swear.

He's clean.

Save your life.

Where's Al Felix?

Al?

What do I know about Al? I haven't seen him in years.

We don't have the time to mess around, Stan.

Stan? One last chance.

Where's Felix?

I don't know.

We've blown it. Let's go.

You know, if I ever get to heaven, I expect you will already be there

out the pearly gates for me.

I was supposed to meet him.

Stan Lewis, you know him?

Yeah. Used to run with Al Felix.

What's your connection?

He was getting a line on somebody I was looking for.

Walter Gideon, the writer?

Gideon.

You know, I go back to the old days when he was a crime reporter.

Something happen to him?

Uh, he disappeared. His daughter asked me to try to find him.

That's nothing new for Walter.

This time I think he's got himself involved in doing some writing with Al

An expose.

No kidding.

Well, if that gets out, it's going to make a lot of heavyweights unhappy,

especially Jim Redman.

I think it's already out. This doesn't look like it was done by amateurs.

I'll check it out on both ends.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

I'll keep in touch.

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

Hello, Betty.

I want you to check out every bar in Torrance. We're looking for a lady who

works in one of them. Name of Judy Mason.

For that which we are about to receive, we...

What is this?

You said we were ready to eat. You call this eating?

We came up here in a hurry, remember?

And you said nobody goes, nobody comes, so... So what?

So since we're almost out of the groceries we brought and we can't go out

any more, this is what you get until you finish your great and wonderful book.

Nobody starts at my table.

There's a market a couple of miles away. I'll be back with a bag full of fillets

and half an hour.

No. What?

You stay, Carl.

Let the kid go.

You do nothing but bring back the food, you hear?

Shopping list is over there.

All these years I'm with you, Al.

Now you treat me like I'm a knife behind your back.

Oh, you got it all wrong, Carl.

The kid's still wet behind the ears.

The situation the way it is, I need your experience always with me.

That's the way it is.

Excuse me.

I'm awfully sorry.

Why do you have it?

Milk, please.

Milk. Straight.

Growing boy, huh?

Yeah.

Nice place you have here, Judy.

I haven't seen you here before, have I?

I got your name from Stan Lewis.

Lots of people know my name.

Stan is dead.

He was murdered last night.

Stan.

Who the hell are you?

A friend of his.

Actually, I was looking for Al Felix.

Stan said that your sister Lottie was with him.

I don't have a sister.

Judy.

Stan is dead Lottie and Felix may be next You see that sign?

It means what it says Now, get out

What'd she say?

Just what I thought she'd say. Nothing.

Do you think she really will make that call?

It's the last marble in the bag.

Yes?

Bonnie, it's me.

They've killed Stan.

Oh, my God.

Last night.

Somebody's already been here asking questions.

I'm scared.

Judy, take it easy.

You'll have to get out of town now.

Go on up north, and I'll get in touch with you later.

Okay. And you be careful here.

Barnaby.

Hey, I'm sorry, honey, but I gotta go.

Samantha!

Mickey, you can wait another minute until I finish straightening up, can't

Will you please come on, Samantha?

And I told you, I don't like Samantha.

Okay, okay, but I gotta go.

Listen, I'm gonna get killed if I don't get back to you.

You're always rushing. I never see you anymore. A couple of hours, Tuesday, an

hour to date. Mickey, will you let me go with you, please? I can't.

You don't tell me anything.

Look, I can't.

Not yet.

A few more days and I'll fill you in on everything, okay?

You better call me soon.

And you can count on it, Sam.

Following Judy Mason is like following a quarter horse out of the gate. Was she

traveling fast? Where to?

The airport.

Last time I saw her, she was on a plane to Seattle.

What are you doing?

Well, there's nothing on this tape that tells me much, excepting that Judy

called her sister Lottie.

Couldn't get Lottie's side of the conversation, but this is pretty

The telephone tone?

Yeah, I figure that if I match these tones...

on the tape to the proper numbers, I can get the phone number.

Uh -huh.

And with the telephone number, you can also get the address of the phone she

called. Or Walter Gideon.

Sound like a match?

Yeah. Seven.

What can I do for you? I'm here to see Walter Gideon.

Put up your hands, mister.

Don't, uh, get nervous with that thing.

Check him out, Mickey.

Who are you?

Well, I prefer to discuss that with Mr. Felix.

Like hell you will. Mickey!

You better take him in to see, uh...

So you're a private detective.

Who hired you?

Monica Gideon, Walter's daughter. She's pretty worried about her father.

Yeah.

Gideon told me that she worried about him a lot.

Is he here?

No.

Jim Redman sent a couple of his buttons over here to blow me up.

I got away and Gideon didn't. He's dead.

It never would have happened if Al didn't want to write that book.

Oh, please, Lottie, leave it alone.

Where is his body?

You'll have to ask Redmond.

All right, I will. Right there.

What are we going to do with him, Mr. Felix?

Well, Mr. Jones found us easy enough.

It stands to reason that Jim Redmond will be able to find us, too. I think

better get out of here first thing in the morning.

Carl, get back to the gate.

Thank you so much. You're so comfortable, Mr. Jones.

Take care of the telephone line.

Eddie, you go on back with him.

Sam, you better stay here.

I don't want anything to happen to you that might spoil our little celebration

tonight.

I'll be waiting.

Frank, where's the Jones?

No, thank you. Thanks.

How did you find me?

Little detective work, little luck.

It's Redman!

See what's going on around the back.

Yeah, a flat tire, huh?

I helped out with the food in two hours with a flat tire. Hey, no, Mr. Felix, it

wasn't me.

It was Jones.

It was him. He brought him.

No, Al.

It was Mickey.

Sorry, kid, I can't cover for you any longer.

He changed his shirt when he came back from the grocery.

There was lipstick on the collar.

You went to see that girl after what I said. You wouldn't see her again. No.

Samantha wouldn't do this to me. No.

She sold you out, kid. Don't you think I know how it's done?

Eddie, let's go.

How many are there?

Four or five. I couldn't tell.

Give me my gun.

No. Give it to me, Felix.

You need all the firepower you can get.

Hey, Al.

What's the matter? You ready to give up?

All I want is the book, Al.

Just give me the book and nobody gets hurt.

You're going to pay for my son's death.

You got one minute, Al.

One minute.

Then I'm going to burn you out.

I tried to call for help and the phone's dead.

Well, you think they're amateurs like Mickey here?

I had my secretary notify the police that I'd found you. They're probably on

their way here now.

Well, if they're coming, where are they?

It doesn't make any difference.

They won't get here before the minute's up. We have to help ourselves.

How, Mr. Jones?

We have to stall them.

One way is to give them the book.

No.

Al, it's no longer just you. There are five of us here.

I said no book!

All you got is ten seconds, Al.

Nine, eight, seven, six...

Hold it.

Take your coat off and pull your pockets out.

That's far enough.

Now, who are you?

I guess I'm just a door -to -door salesman who seems to have gotten

trapped in the middle.

All right.

Take the book out of the envelope and show it to me.

I said take it out of the envelope and show it to me.

He's a blank. What are you trying to... Drop the gun.

Drop it.

Now, call off your dogs.

Okay, cool it.

How long do you figure you can stand here before one of them picks you off?

As long as it takes.

I got all day.

I don't think so.

Look, mister, I'll make a deal with you.

Good deal.

You had your boys kill a friend of mine, you can tell your dealer the police.

Cuff him and take him in.

Jim Redman and his boy.

You got anything to make an arrest, Dick?

Yeah, inside.

Al Felix will give it to you.

I thought you'd never get here.

Yeah, well, trying to get through those canyons during the rush hour is murder.

Nothing like the murder we almost had here.

It's like you got your pockets picked, too.

Well, thank you, Lieutenant.

Thank you very much.

Felix has agreed to protective custody and he will testify before the Crime

Commission. That should pretty well take care of Redmond's organization.

Monica, I would say that when it's all over, Redmond and the men who killed

father will spend the rest of their lives in prison.

But that won't bring my father back, will it?

No.

No, it won't.

But...

Walter liked to live on the edge.

He liked to take chances. That's the way he wanted it.

And he did live life to the hilt.

That's not a bad epitaph.

Yeah.

But there was so much more he wanted to do.

Why don't you do it for him?

Me?

Yes.

Walter told me that when you were in school, you used to do some writing. You

were very good, too.

Yeah.

I guess I...

Got sort of scared off by Dad's success.

Your father's typewriter.

I thought you might want to have it.

Why don't you take it home?

Put it to good use.

You know, Monica, there isn't anyone that you really have to live up to,

maybe yourself.

Okay. But I know I'll never be as good as he was.

Maybe not.

The idea is to try.