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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

With guest stars Joanna Miles, Brad
Beer.

Special guest star Jeff Conaway.

Tonight's episode, Wipeout.

The future Sigmund Freud, I presume?

Hi, darling.

Hey, how was your trip to New York?

Oh, so -so. You know, it hasn't been the
same since they got King Kong off the

Empire State Building.

So what's been going on since I left?

Well, let's see.

Oh, you missed a real swing and bash
over Joey Sussman's place. Oh, yeah.

busted it.

Are you kidding? Again?

Well, the smoke from the grass was so
thick you could get high driving by his

place at 50 miles an hour.

Who is he?

Oh, that's Taylor.

Taylor Chappelle, a friend of mine.

He and his sister rented the, uh, the
Otney place.

That is going to be a neighbor of mine?

Oh, ho, ho.

Things are looking up. Stop licking your
chops, Foxy.

Taylor is Ivy Lee. He's brilliant. He's
been everywhere. He's seen everything.

So what is that supposed to mean? He
doesn't eat with a fork like everyone

It means he probably knows how to tell
pushy little girls like you how to get

lost in six different languages.

on my way down to the airport to pick up
Jason.

Sure you don't want to come along for
the ride?

Uh -uh.

I make it a point never to roll out the
red carpet to Philistine.

That isn't very nice.

Oh, I can hear Mr.

Jason Perrine now.

Annalisa, you and your brother are
spending your inheritance like it was

to last forever.

If you two don't stop gallivanting
around the world, you'll be destitute

you know it.

That's what family lawyers are for, to
protect you.

If you two ever get married, I can see
you on your honeymoon.

Every afternoon, just for excitement,
the old stuffed shirt will take you down

to the stock exchange so you can watch
the tote boards fluctuate.

Oh, and there stood Agamemnon, leader of
the Greeks before the walls of Troy.

Oh, Taylor, is that how you keep your
promises? You haven't written another

in your book since we left Palm Beach.

Nine -tenths of writing, Annalisa, is
thinking.

My brother is a marvelous person.

I tell everyone I meet.

And someday he's going to be a very
famous writer.

Only when I open the book, I can't show
them thinking.

I have to show them work.

You're going to be late.

Lock everything up.

Okay. And I'll be back as soon as I can.

Have fun, sis.

I'm Donna. You're welcome, Whackney.

You live at the Cape Cod up the beach,
right?

Did Herbie tell you about me?

Yeah. He said you were notorious.

Come on in.

Notorious?

Every now and then, Herbie does know the
right thing to say.

I was making a sandwich. Would you like
one? I never eat on an empty stomach.

How about you?

Yeah, sure.

Liberace? Lift.

Brian's lift.

Herbie told me you make it on every
level, and here I was going to impress

Well, I'm impressed.

Go.

Go.

Taylor, the idea is to help out a
little.

What's the matter? You scared of girls?

Come on.

Donna won't bite.

She'd better go.

It's just like that? You better go?

Like you're throwing out some dumb
pickup.

I'm sorry.

You get a girl all worked up? and then
you'd trip out like some zombie.

I said I'm sorry.

What's the matter?

Mama's little baby boy want another
chance to play house with Donna?

Only next time you're going to have to
eat your spinach first.

Oh, you're all alike, aren't you?

You paint your face with so pretty just
to hide all that ugliness.

And you love it, don't you?

Only you don't know what to do with it
once it's in your lap.

Boy, oh boy, I can't wait to tell the
kids on the beach about this one.

Please.

Please stop it.

Why don't you go on home to Mama, baby
boy? Maybe Mama will tell you what to

You make it so ugly. This is funny.

You're all I like, aren't you?

Taylor, stop it. You're hurting me.

A neighbor walking her dog found Donna's
body there, near those rocks.

Surfboard was nearby.

The sheriff figures that she was surfing
in the dark, got washed up on the

rocks, hit her head and died.

In your statement to the sheriff, you
said that your daughter was afraid of

water at night.

Why just at night?

Well, that goes back a long ways. Before
I retired from the Navy, Donna was only

10 years old.

Her mother, we were divorced when she
was three.

She allowed her to spend the summer with
me.

We were on a friend's boat, went for a
swim at night.

Donna got separated from us for a few
minutes.

Nearly drowned.

Yeah, I could see where that would
terrify a little girl.

That's why I know that Donna didn't go
surfing in that water alone.

Not that night, not any night.

Yeah, but little girls do grow up and
they lose their fears.

That's what the sheriff thinks.

I don't believe it.

The traces of alcohol that the medical
examiner found in her blood. Somebody

her drunk.

Because that's the only way they could
have got her into that water at night.

Someone had to have been with her.

Do you have anyone in mind?

No. Donna was popular.

She had lots of friends.

Boyfriend? Do you have a steady?

None of them ever seemed to last that
long with Donna.

Winters. Yeah, that's his name.

Friend of your daughter?

He used to come around more often than
the fellas that dated her.

Where can I find him? At Andy's
surfboard shop. He works there.

How you doing?

May I help you?

You can if your name is Craig Winters.

That's me.

I'm Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

Daniel Reese asked me to look into his
daughter's death.

Oh.

I understand you and Donna used to see
something of each other now and then? Is

that what Mr. Reese said?

He wouldn't know it, but I probably saw
his daughter more than he did.

I cared for her.

When is the last time you saw her?

Tuesday.

What's all this about?

I mean, what's there to investigate?

A couple of mysterious questions.

Why a girl would go surfing all alone on
a dark, cold night without even a

wetsuit to keep her warm?

Donna'd do anything on a dare.

Did you provide the dare?

No, but somebody must have because
there's no other reason why she'd surf

dark.

It's crazy.

When is the last time you saw her?

Yeah, she came by the shop to let me
know she was back from New York.

Asked me to drop her board off at the
house.

I'd fix some dings in it and wax it for
her while she was away.

And you didn't see her again after that?

I was supposed to meet her later at the
pier, but she never showed up. At the

pier? Yeah, it's a beer joint where a
lot of the people hang out.

It was one of those, maybe she would,
maybe she wouldn't show up things, you

know. Wanted to check out some new
talent first.

Some new talent?

Is that all she said? She didn't mention
a name?

No.

It was just the way she was. She knew I
was nuts about her.

Made me miserable when she talked about
other guys.

That's great.

There you are, Mr. Jones.

Done. Thank you very much. You know,
it's a long time since I had one of

right off the fire.

You know, knowing how Donna operates, if
she said new talent, she must have

meant some new guy on the beach.

Delicious. Any idea who?

It's hard to say.

I mean, there's always new guys hitting
our beach.

There's Taylor now.

Taylor! You know, there's surfers that
drift up and down the coast.

They're always looking for a new wave.

Mr. Jones, this is Taylor Chappelle.

Mr. Jones is investigating Donna Reese's
death.

Oh, really?

Apparently, Donna had a date with a
young man who was new in this area the

that she died.

Oh, I see.

And her friend told you I was new?

No, as a matter of fact, it was a real
estate man that rented your sister the

house.

Well, I'm afraid you're going to draw a
blank with me, Mr. Jones.

I never met the girl, and besides, I was
at home that night.

Alone? No, sir.

Herbie was with me. Herbie Webster.

We drank some beer, ate some popcorn,
watched TV, and laughed a lot.

Well, thank you very much.

Next time, the lunch is on me.

Nice meeting you.

surfing today?

Oh, gotta leave one or two ways for the
other surfers, Mrs. Woods.

Dear boy, I am not Whistler's mother.

It's Joanna.

Yes, ma 'am.

Joanna.

Well, that's much better.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Hiya, Jason. Sorry if I held up lunch.

That's okay.

It's about time.

Go ahead.

I'll be washed in a minute.

Here you are, Jason.

Okay. Why don't you open the wine and
I'll hurry him up. Okay.

What's wrong?

I was just wondering about that man that
you were talking to.

What man?

Earlier today.

On the beach with your friends.

It's a detective of some kind.

About that girl who died the other
night.

Poor girl.

Did you know her?

No, I didn't.

I just thought you might have met her on
the beach or something.

I told you I didn't know her.

Stop that. There's no reason to get so
angry.

I'm not angry.

You know, I don't think I like it here
as much as I thought we would.

I wish we'd gone to Maui as we planned.

Taylor's a full -grown man.

Let go of him, Annalisa.

It's time you made a life of your own.

Not now, Jason. It's such a wonderful
day.

You're letting all the good years slip
away.

Why?

You think it's a waste?

Just now when Taylor's beginning to find
himself, I think he's going to start

writing.

Sure, sure. Just like he was in Palm
Beach last season and in Bar Harbor the

year before and blah, blah, blah.
Sometimes I think you really enjoy

Well, if I could shake you loose and
help make you my wife, I would beat you

with a stick.

You're so patient.

Understanding.

Just give me a little more time, please.

Right out here, Mr. Jones.

Watch your head.

Donna always kept her surfboard on the
shed roof.

What time did Craig bring the board from
the shop?

Sometime in the afternoon.

Donna picked me up in my office to go
shopping.

The board was up there when we came
home.

Well, if there was nobody home...

How do you get through the gate?

Do you have a key?

No.

He's done it before.

He's a tall kid. He just comes along
outside here and reaches over the fence

shoves the board up on top.

You told me on that night that you
didn't hear any noises from this area.

That's right.

That's my bedroom window up there.

With all the burglaries going on, I've
learned to sleep light.

What about this?

Have you heard that?

Yes, I guess I would have.

But you didn't that night.

Did Donna have a key?

No, it's just this one.

We keep it on a hook in the kitchen.

Wait a minute.

I was up late reading.

That's right.

She didn't come into the house for it.

Apparently, whoever came for the
surfboard did not come through this

Are you saying that it could have been
Craig that was with her?

Or some other tall fella?

And that proves it, doesn't it?

Someone had to have been with her.

Sure seems that way.

Herbie, what are you doing?

Oh, hi, Annalisa. I just dropped one of
the cans.

The kids down at the beach are thirsty,
and Taylor asked me to come up and get

some drinks. Hey, Herbie, what's keeping
you?

What happened to Jason?

Oh, he drove back to the hotel to change
his clothes.

It's my birthday.

Remember?

Oh, of course.

Well, at least somebody remembered I got
a card from Aunt Ellen.

You'll change it to me to see the
present I got you.

Really? Herbie, you take that stuff down
to the kids. I've got to change, okay?

Okay. Hey, Taylor, I have to talk to
you. What's that?

In private.

About Donna.

Well, what about her?

About the night she died.

Well, I'll be back about ten. They're
going out dancing after dinner. I'll

them drop me off.

What are you all so secretive about?

Sorry, it's X -rated.

Happy birthday, Annalisa. Thank you.

The lady tells me that you are Herbie
Webster. In the freckled flesh.

You must be that private detective
that's been asking around about Donna. I

understand that you are the Boswell of
the local surfing set, sees all, knows

all.

Yeah, I guess so.

Maybe you can tell me who Donna was with
the night she died.

I'm not so positive she was with anybody
that night.

There are pretty strong indications that
she was.

All right, so what's the big deal?

I mean, what if someone was with her
that night?

Surely you can understand why he'd want
to keep quiet about it, can't you? I

understand you're friends with Taylor
Chappelle.

Taylor, sure.

Maybe you could tell me where he was the
night of Donna Depp.

He was, uh, he was with me.

Well, that checks out.

You two do anything special?

No.

No, we just, uh, we just horsed around,
went for a drive, you know.

Well, I guess that'll be all for now.

Thanks.

You covered for me. Well, what else? I
mean, when that Mr. Jones asked me what

you were doing the night of the
accident, I knew exactly why.

I knew that you must have given me as an
alibi.

So you figured you'd do me tit for tat,
huh?

Well, I was scared, sure, but, well,
that's what friends are for.

And I appreciate it. But you're making
more out of it than there is.

I told Jones I was with you only because
I wanted to avoid a lot of inane

questions. That's all.

You are the most fantastic guy I've ever
met in my whole life.

And I think you're cute, too. But it's
getting kind of late. Taylor!

You can trust me.

Tell me what happened.

If you want to look through keyholes,
Herbie, you try another house.

There's nothing to see here.

Taylor.

See?

You can trust me.

No. I found it there under the chair
when I came in for the drink.

It's Donna's.

Well, I could have shown it to that
detective, but I didn't, did I?

I'm on your side, Taylor.

Come on. Come on. Tell me what happened.

Okay.

She came by.

Stayed for a couple of beers.

Asked me if I wanted to go for a surf. I
said no.

Told me to kiss off and left.

That's all?

Next thing I heard, she was dead.

Well, I mean when she was here.

Oh, come on.

I mean, some little wrestling or
something must have gone on for her to

this.

I mean, you just didn't let her walk out
of here with nothing happening.

You're human, aren't you?

What did she do?

They make it so ugly.

They paw you, pet you, treat you like
some stupid

little kid when all the time you're not
a kid.

Yeah.

So what happened?

Annalisa, she doesn't understand.

I'm not a child anymore.

I have feelings.

But Annalise is... She makes me feel
terrible

for what I feel.

You're... No!

Boy!

I was just reading about a case like
that the other day.

You get out of here.

Get out!

Don't you understand, Taylor?

You're all confused about women.

You love your sister, sure.

She's been like a mother to you.

But as soon as you meet a chick and you
really start to get interested... No!

Kid Herbie I told you about. A couple of
forestry servicemen cutting a fire

break spotted the body early this
morning.

Apparently he was riding his motorcycle
around here sometime last night and went

out of control, somehow.

Sound like a positive maybe if I ever
heard one.

Come here, let me show you something.

The bike tracks, you see?

Like they were molded into the ground.

No skid marks.

Looks like he came to a full stop before
he went over the side.

Exactly what you'd expect from a
motorcycle careening out of control.

Would you say that this is a piece of
prescription lens from somebody's

eyeglasses?

Let's see those eyeglasses you picked up
next to the kid's body.

Seems to me if Herbie's glasses were
broken, it would have happened somewhere

down the hill.

If that's a part of them... Then I've
got two murders on my hands.

Two murders.

Let me show you something.

After I called you, I got the coroner's
final report.

Bouncing rock particles down his
headwool.

Turns out they don't match any of the
rocks in the breakwater or on the beach.

Lava. Yeah, lava particles of some kind.
Where from? Who knows?

But one thing we know for sure.

The body was put into the water after
she was killed.

Son of a gun.

Perfect fit.

Curious.

Deaths within a few days of each other,
both made to look like accidents, both

seemingly without motive.

It gets curiouser and curiouser.

Boy, that was fast.

I just got the most terrible news as I
was coming through the check stand.

You know your friend Herbie?

Yeah. He was killed in an accident.

No kidding.

Gee, that's too bad.

Poor Herbie.

Come on, let's get back. The surf's up
and I want to catch a couple of waves

before they're gone.

Taylor, I want you to tell me the truth.

What?

Last night, did you give Herbie too much
to drink?

I mean, did you let him go off on his
motorbike drunk?

I didn't see Herbie last night.

Taylor, Herbie was at the house last
night.

No, he wasn't.

When Jason and I dropped you off, as we
were driving away from the house, I saw

a boy drive up on a motorbike. Are you
trying to tell me that wasn't Herbie?

Oh, that.

That was someone at the wrong address.

Taylor, I think it's time that we were
moving on.

I know that you're happy here and you've
been making a lot of friends, but I

think it's time we were on our way.

No.

No, I want to stay.

I'm tired of not being able to live in
one place long enough to call it home. I

know what's best.

Do you know how much I... Do you have
any idea how much...

How much I...

He's such a little boy sometimes.

You'll love now.

Surfing there is just as good, even
better. You'll see.

There's the detective that was on the
beach.

What can I do?

Everybody's got to be someplace.

Hello, mister.

Sorry, but I forgot your name.

Yeah, it's a tough one. Jones.

Barnaby Jones.

Of course.

My sister, Annalisa Chappelle.

How do you do?

How do you do?

What can we do for you, Mr. Jones?

Well, it's about a friend of your
brother's, Herbie Webster.

Are you hurt?

Yes.

What an awful way to die.

Yes, it was tragic.

But I thought your investigation had to
do with the death of Donna Reese.

Well, it may just be that they're both
connected.

Well, I'm sure you know what you're
doing.

What has Tara got to do with all this?

Well, I was hoping you might help me
with some leads as to Herbie's movements

from the time that he was last seen at
the pier. About 10?

Last time I saw Herbie was about 5, 5
.30 yesterday afternoon.

Do you mind telling me where you were
between 10 and about midnight?

Taylor just told you.

He didn't see Herbie last night.

He also told me that on the night that
Donna Reese died, he and Herbie were

drinking beer in the house.

Herbie told me you went for a drive.

Did he say that?

Well, we were both a little smashed on
beer.

Maybe we did go for a drive afterwards.

Well, about last night.

Mr. Jones, will you excuse us? We're in
a hurry.

Taylor, will you take these bags now?

Sure, sis.

Pardon me.

I was hoping this would be a friendly
interview.

Wouldn't you like to keep it friendly?

Why don't you talk to our lawyer, Mr.
Jason Perrine?

You'll find him staying at the Carlisle
Hotel.

He'll be able to reach us at our new
address.

You're leaving?

Hawaii.

This afternoon.

Goodbye, Mr. Jones.

Oh, here.

I'm, uh, going down to the real estate
office to make arrangements by giving a

bath.

You better start acting, darling.

You! Your friendly neighbor wants to
borrow a cup of vodka.

Mrs. Woods, can I help you?

Oh, Joanna.

I've decided to throw a little surprise
party right here.

I don't mean to be rude.

Well, then don't be.

My sister and I are leaving for Hawaii,
and I have a lot of packing to do.

What's the matter, honey? Don't you like
me? Sure.

Sure, I like you, Mrs. Woods.

Joanna, remember?

Oh, now, don't be afraid, honey.

The naughty lady isn't going to hurt the
handsome little boy.

I'm not a little boy.

Oh, come on, baby.

You let Mama take care of you, huh?

Taylor?

Oh, I forgot to take the lease agreement
with me.

What are you doing here?

Oh, well, I just stopped by to wish you
both a bon voyage.

As you can see, this trip to the West
Coast is not only pleasure, Mr. Jones,

I'm afraid we're going to have to make
it brief. Yes, there's just a couple of

questions. When Mr. Pell called to tell
you that I may look you up, did you say

why? Just something about those
unfortunate accidents at the beach.

Well, I have good reason to believe that
those accidents will turn out to be

murders.

Murders?

Well, Annalisa didn't say that you
speculated on anything like that. Well,

actually, she didn't give me time to...

To say that much, but now she's
conveniently leaving town with her

Well, I don't see anything sinister in
that, Mr. Jones. Hawaii is not the ends

of the earth, you know.

That's true, but if there's nothing to
hide, then why aggravate an already

overly doubting Thomas when a couple of
straight answers might lay all the

suspicions to rest?

All right, Mr. Jones.

I know Annalisa and her brother almost
as well as they know themselves.

If I can't help you, I promise I'll make
them stand still long enough for you to

ask some questions.

But what is it you want from me?

Well, I'd like a little background on
Taylor to start with.

Did he ever have any trouble with the
law?

You mean was he locked up or anything
like that? No.

I mean, his famous temper has gotten him
into a scrape or two, juvenile stuff,

nothing more than that.

His temper, is it violent, physical,
kind of get you in fights?

No, no, tantrums, fits of pique, that
sort of thing.

Their parents died in an automobile
accident when Taylor was an infant.

And they lived with their aunt for a
while.

Annalisa really raised them more like a
mother than a sister.

I'm afraid she spoiled them. These
scrapes that he got into, where did they

happen?

They've moved around the past few years
so much, it's hard to remember.

I'd appreciate it if you'd try.

All right, Mr. Jones, I'll call my
office in New York and...

Have my accountant trace the residences
from the bills they pay.

Thank you.

No doubt about it, Betty.

This foxtail that I pulled out of
Taylor's jacket.

is identical with this one that I picked
up there in the canyon where Herbie

went over the side.

Then that places him at the scene.

These things probably grow a lot of
other places that we don't have a fix on

time. What do you got?

Well, I can see why Taylor and his
sister move a lot.

Those juvenile scrapes the lawyer told
you about happened early on, but his

patterns for violence got increasingly
uglier.

All involving women.

Anything involving an unexplained death?

The last place they lived, as a matter
of fact, Palm Beach.

A young woman mysteriously fell six
floors from the roof of their apartment

building. Did Taylor know the young
woman?

Only casually, according to the police
report.

And yet, they moved almost immediately
afterwards.

These people that were the victims of
violence, did they prosecute?

Yes, one in New Orleans and one in New
York City.

And yet, the charges were dropped
suddenly.

And then the Chappelle's moved on.

Do you think they were paid off? It's
beginning to look like that.

Sorry to barge in, but the door was
open. I thought you might already have

I see.

Taylor wanted one last chance.

Now, Mr. Jones, if you will excuse me.

just love to cater to your brother's
every wish, don't you?

If I can.

I don't think there's anything wrong
with it.

No, as long as it doesn't include
covering up for him.

Covering up? The way you did in New
Orleans and New York and that last place

residence, Palm Beach.

The level of violence got completely out
of hand there, didn't it?

Well, I see you've been checking up on
us.

Well, you've got it all wrong.

That woman that, uh...

Fell off the roof. That was an accident.

Yeah, just like Don Reese and Herbie
Webster.

That is an awful thing to say.

Now, I want you to get out of here right
now.

No, I don't think you do.

I think you want the same thing that I
do, which is to help your brother.

Taylor doesn't need any help. He hasn't
done anything wrong.

And I won't allow you to make these
terrible accusations against him.

You know, it's one thing to let your
love for your brother blind you, but

another thing to let that love destroy
him.

You have no proof.

Well, then again, maybe I do.

There were traces of lava found in Donna
Reese's head wound.

This, I believe, is a lava statue.

Yes, it is, Mr. Jones.

But it's still not proof of anything.

I believe it will also be found that
there is blood on the statue, Taylor.

Donna's blood.

Give it to me.

Taylor, put that down.

Do as she says.

Don't make me have to use this.

Please, I can't protect you anymore.

Baby, please.

Baby.

Baby.

God, how I hate you.

You don't want to hurt your sister.

Don't I?

If you don't drop that gun, I'll show
you.

Drop it.

Now!

Now back away from it.

It's the sheriff.

I had my secretary alert him.

Annalisa, help me.

Oh, Taylor.

It's all over, son.

No, it isn't!

Jack, get the rifle, and both of you,
follow me.

Sheriff, give me a chance first.

Hold your fire.

Stay back.

You're not going to take me away.

I'll die first.

It's all right, Sheriff.

Come any closer and I'll kill you. I
don't think so.

You can't kill anybody unless you're
angry.

You're not angry now, you're just
scared.

Stay back.

You're on your own now, son.

Your sister can't help you.

Got no place left to go.

I mean it.

I've done it before.

The thing is, you'll never make things
right.

Until you take the time to find out why.

Oh, God.

I didn't mean to hurt those girls.

Or Herbie.

He found out, didn't he, so you had to
kill him.

I didn't mean to hurt anybody.

Nobody wants you to hurt yourself, son.

Taylor. It's all right.

They said there are doctors at the
hospital who are going to help me.

I'll be there, Taylor. Close to you all
the time.

No, don't do that.

Maybe I ought to be on my own for a
while.

Okay?

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