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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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