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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production starring Buddy Epson, also starring Lee

Merriweather. With guest stars Clue Gilliger, Sheila

Larkin, Terry Kaiser, Tony

Geary, Mills Watson, Elizabeth

McRae.

Tonight's episode, The Eyes of Terror.

Well, I told you I'd get you home before Frank got off work.

If he knew I went to the tournament after he put his foot down.

Look, honey, if you're afraid, I'll be happy to come in and wait until he gets

home. Oh, sure, then he'll know I went bowling.

Listen, you're the one who lives alone.

I want to stay the night.

No way. I have had the neon welcome sign blinking in the window for over a month

now. Still no takers.

Right?

Scream again and you're dead.

Um, um, Mrs. Carter?

Are you okay?

Um, Mrs. Carter!

Harley?

What's wrong?

Um... Dad, you killed her!

Now, I tell you, Mac, if you can't bring Arlie in yourself, there's a lot of men

around town who'd be more than willing to give you a hand. Now, look, when I

need a posse, Frank, you'll be the first to know.

Well, then where is he?

You got him in a cell?

You know what it looks like to me? Like dumb Arlie's got you outsmarted all over

the place. All right, that's enough, Frank.

I mean, you got cars, God knows. All right, so do a lot of people around

You forget what he did to my sister last week. And Rose Williams.

And Diane Lester. It hasn't been a day yet, Ralph. We're going to get him.

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you? I'm looking for Dixon Street North.

Yeah, it's the next corner up to your left.

Hey, you wouldn't be looking for Dory Crandall, would you?

Well, yes, ma 'am, I am.

Well, then you must be that private detective she sent home.

Private detective?

You know Dory, she doesn't believe that Orly did it.

Well, I saw him.

Frank. You hear me, mister?

It was my wife he killed, and I seen him standing right over her. Take it easy,

Frank.

You see, Dory, you tell her Arleigh Burke doesn't need a private detective.

He needs a lawyer.

Well, I'd kind of like to hear what she has to say. You better hear what I have

to say.

No outside help needed or wanted.

First left.

Got it, Sheriff.

Thank you.

All right, let's go home.

Let's all break it up.

Let's go home now.

Party's over.

Let's break it up. Come on.

Uncle Barnaby, it's so good to see you again.

Uncle Barnaby, is it?

I can remember when I was just plain Barnaby.

Unless you needed an uncle to get you out of one of your scrapes.

You know all my old tricks, don't you?

Well, I need your help again.

Harley Burke?

How'd you know?

Well, even in Los Angeles, murder -rape story sells a lot of newspapers.

They're making him out to be a monster, Barnaby, and it isn't true.

He didn't kill Mrs. Carter. He couldn't have.

Well, I'm sure he'll appreciate your endorsement.

But I don't know how much weight it'll carry with a sheriff and people in town.

Come on. I want to show you something.

When I moved back after Dad died, I was going to sell the house.

But then I decided I just couldn't part with it.

So to keep things going, I've rented out a couple of rooms.

Mrs. Talfiero helps me with the cleaning and the housekeeping.

And everything's been going okay.

Harley do these?

Yes.

Not exactly the work of a demented killer, are they?

They're beautiful.

But then, of course, if you looked into any prison, you'd probably find at least

one talented man who's doing life or murder.

Now you sound just like the rest of them.

Just... String the dummy up. No trial. Just lynch him without a chance.

Well, he's not a dummy.

He's an intelligent, talented human being.

Sounds like you're more than a little emotionally involved with the young man.

I'm sorry, Barnaby.

It's just that nobody knows him like I do. He's such a poor little lamb.

I got the impression in town that he's retarded.

When he was a baby, he had meningitis.

Became aphasic.

Aphasic. That's a speech defect.

That's all it is. A speech defect.

He stutters till the whole town thinks he's retarded.

Where are his parents?

They died when he was two.

He was raised in a foster home.

When he came here four years ago, he couldn't even read.

At 22 years of age, he couldn't even read.

And you taught him?

Evening.

Weekend. We never had any spare time.

You think of any place you might be hiding out?

No.

This is the only place you feel safe.

Any place you'd like to go?

No.

Except... Except what?

Where he gets these.

How about for sure we find him at the dry wash or the rock bar?

Now I'm really worried.

Take it easy, Dory.

This is the last place that he'd think would be safe.

Harley?

Harley?

If he's in there, maybe he's scared of me. He doesn't know who I am.

Harley!

It's all right.

This is Barnaby Jones.

I brought him here to help you.

That thing go deep?

No. Most of it's been sealed up.

Arlie, we want to help you.

Maybe he's not there.

Yeah, maybe.

Kate, stay away!

We're not here to harm you, son.

No!

Arlie, it's me, Dory.

We just want to talk.

Here, your side.

You won't believe me.

I'd like to try.

You... You would?

Sure. If you didn't kill Mrs. Carter, I'd like to hear you say so.

Well, I didn't.

You were there last night.

On my way home from working at the bowling alley.

I thought...

Him dragging her. I saw them in the window.

Saw who in the window?

Mrs. Carter and the man with the hood.

And you went in the house?

I broke the window.

And he ran.

He ran out the back.

What about Mrs. Carter?

On the floor.

And then Mr.

Carter came in with his gun. And he was yelling.

So you ran away?

He must have scared Arlie half out of his mind.

Well, that's sensible, running away from an angry man with a gun in his hand.

But that was last night.

He thinks I killed her.

Oh, running away made it look that way.

Well, I'm scared.

I'm... I'm... I'm... scared, Dory.

Arlie, we won't let anybody hurt you.

As long as we can help.

Dory, right there, Arlie.

I'm a prisoner now.

Put it down.

Don't make me hurt you.

There's a story to tell, Sheriff. You ought to listen.

As soon as I take him in and book him for murder and rape, I said drop it!

Come on, son.

We told you you could trust us.

And you can.

Sorry?

Lucy, let's get it back, John.

Get Lucy back there, will you?

Come on, step out of the way. Come on.

Get back, would you, please?

Let's lock him up.

I thought you wanted to hear how I didn't do anything.

Later. Now, son, we're all pretty tired.

Why don't you give it a rest? Nobody's going to hurt you, are they, Sheriff? I

really need you to wipe his nose for me, don't I? I said lock him up, Jeff.

Oh, where's Frank? Didn't anybody tell Frank they got his wife's killer?

Arlie didn't kill anyone. That's a damn lie, and you know it! All right, let me

handle this.

You headed back to Big City right now, Jones? You waiting around for someone to

give you a going -away party?

Well, as my poker -playing Aunt Cornelia used to say...

Never throw in your hand until you see the other man's card.

I told you, Jones, I got an eyewitness.

I got a hood with two holes cut in it, and I got fingerprints on a potted plant

found inside the Carter house. Now, there isn't a DA in the country who

take that evidence to court.

Well, in that case, maybe all I can do is verify your findings.

Yeah, all right.

You do that.

First off, I'd like to see the coroner's report on Marie Carter.

Get down to case file on Marie's murder.

Hope you've got photographs of the crime scene.

Yeah, it's all right there, Mr. Jones.

Yeah, thank you.

Just the window Arlie broke to get in?

That's right.

With that flower pot, we found his fingerprints on it.

And so you figure he broke the window, let himself in.

and waited until Marie came home.

We got Prince off the window lounge as well as the flowerpot.

You know, there's something odd about this.

The flowerpot landing so far away from the window, it's almost as if he wasn't

particularly careful about breaking the window with it.

Hey, come on now, Jones.

I mean, we're not talking about some sly, crafty second -story man, are we?

We're talking about Harley Burke.

He's a goofball. He's a dummy, Jones. I mean, he's not playing with a full deck,

you know?

Dory Crandall thinks that his IQ falls well within the range of normal.

Dory Crandall thinks.

I'll lay it out for you.

Right there. They struggle right there. Frank saw him when he came home. Harley

panicked. He didn't realize how strong he was. He broke Marie's neck and he ran

for it.

Out the back way.

That's right.

I don't see anything in your report here that indicates you found fingerprints

on the doorknob or the lock.

He's wearing gloves.

What do you think?

You figure that he left his fingerprints on the window latch and the flower pot,

and then he put on gloves.

Joe, just like I told you, the kid does not think in an orderly way, you know?

The other three times, the rapist did not leave any fingerprints and didn't

to break a window to get in.

Doesn't take much to pick a lock.

For a dummy like Arlie?

So he got in somehow.

You know, the way this shapes up, you haven't got enough to hold him, much

convict him.

The boy was found bending over Marie's body.

Well, that doesn't prove he killed her.

Put aside the other discrepancies, and you haven't got a thing except Frank

Carter's word against Arlie's.

You going to go to court with that?

You're damn right.

And they don't convict him?

I suppose they don't.

We're talking about beyond reasonable doubt, remember?

And that brings up the item of double jeopardy.

Suppose you do one day dig up some evidence, some real evidence against

You won't be able to try him on the same crime.

You all right?

Yeah, all right.

But if I release Arlie, with the people feeling the way they do now,

then it's your responsibility, John. It's all your responsibility.

You understand what that means.

He'll be at Dory's place.

We'll keep him indoors until this case is cleared up.

Well, he better.

Well, I got to tell you.

Let him go!

Now, how can you let Arlie just go scot -free? He murdered my wife. Now, cool

down, Frank. Arlie is still suspect number one. The sheriff just needs more

to sure up his evidence. That's all.

Holster let that Jones bulldoze him, didn't he?

He's scared of that big city detective.

Well, I'm not, and I'm telling you... No, I'm telling you, Frank, anything

happens to Arlie Burke when he gets out, and you are the first person we come

looking for. Do you understand?

Hi, honey.

Come on, kids. Daddy take you home.

Tell me again exactly what happened from the time you heard the screams coming

from the Carter house.

I thought Mr. and Mrs. Carter were fighting again.

Fighting again?

You mean you've seen a fight before?

Lots of times.

Well, how can that be? I thought Frank and Marie were devoted to each other.

Have you ever heard what they were fighting about?

Um, um, money.

Oh, and Paula Morgan.

Who's that?

A waitress at the Crossroads Bar.

Was Frank seeing this woman?

Yes.

Well, maybe I ought to have a talk with her.

Oh, lock the front door after me.

Sheriff? Where's Arnie?

Why are you so disturbed?

How long has he been there?

He's been there all night.

You with him all the time?

No, but I'm sure he was here. Sheriff, what happened?

Lucy Thornburg was raped and killed in the newspaper office.

Arnie!

Doyle!

He's headed around Miller's place.

You've been home all night, huh?

Yes. Yeah.

This is it, all right.

What, is Arlie's clay?

That's right.

Evidence is going to nail Arlie for good this time.

You wanted to see me? I'm Paula Morgan.

I'm Barnaby Jones, private investigator. I have a few questions.

So long as it's not too long. I mean, Johnny pays me here to wait on these

tables. Well, then I better get right to my questions about Frank Carter.

What about Frank Carter?

Well, I've been told that if Frank and his wife Marie had had any trouble with

their marriage, that you would have been the one who would know.

Look, I really don't feel that's anybody's business but their own.

Well, Miss Morgan, in a case like this, which is murder, we have to check out

all the loose ends.

But I thought Arlie killed Marie.

Now, supposing he didn't, wouldn't that open up a lot of interesting

possibilities?

What do you want me to say? I mean, every married couple has its problems.

Yes, but at a time like that, the husband usually feels that he has to

somebody else, and I understand that you were the one that he talked to, right,

Miss Morgan?

So I'm a good listener.

Listen, a man comes in here, he has a couple drinks, cries on my shoulder, or

gets mean and he takes a bite out of it.

Was Frank Carter mean to you physically?

Well...

Let's just say I kept a dress with long sleeves to hide the bruises.

And, uh, but not Frank, uh, somebody else?

Uh, look, Mr. Jones.

Then there was somebody else.

Paula, a young man's life is at stake.

It's always my job.

Listen, I don't give the law any trouble, and they don't give me any.

You have trouble with the law?

One of the deputies?

Deputies I can handle.

Not the sheriff.

Well,

ever since his wife died, he... Well, he hasn't been that easy to get along

with.

What did she die of?

Didn't tell me.

Happened down in L .A.

Look, I really don't want any trouble, huh?

Mr. Charles.

What is it, Arlie?

The sheriff.

He thinks I... I killed Lucy Thornborough.

You got an APB on Arlie Burke?

Do you count ace?

Arlie thought he'd save you the trouble, Sheriff.

Did he now?

Read him his rice and lucky, ma.

Your deputy told me that Lucy Thornborough's death occurred between 8

'clock. Mm -hmm. Harley was home at that time.

According to Dory Crandall.

Only she can't prove it.

I take it from your Cheshire cat smile that you can prove otherwise?

Traces of it were found on Lucy's body in the doorknob at the newspaper office.

There's no big secret around here that Arlie uses clay like this?

Not clay like this.

Same clay. Got this sample from Arlie's room.

He's not a judge, but by evidence, not emotion.

Oh, there it is.

Barnaby Jones' office may help you.

Ready? Still hard -headed for the good old IRS?

And who else would I be at it with up here at this time of the night, hmm?

What can I do you for, Mr. Jones?

I'd like detailed information on the death of Mrs.

Elizabeth Hollister.

According to Dory, it happened in the Claridge West Hotel in Los Angeles about

four years ago.

Lieutenant Biddle should have a file on it.

You want me to get John up at this hour of the night?

No, no what daybreak would be all right, okay dawn patrol strikes

again This

is

where she was found

That looks like the kind of clay Arlie uses, R .A. Well, like you said,

else could have planted it there.

But even so, all things considered, it's going to take a lot to get Arlie off

this time.

I don't suppose the sheriff would mind if I took a little sample?

No, go ahead.

The sheriff said he'd probably find you here.

On the sheriff's wife.

From Lieutenant Biddle with love.

Hello, Deputy Jeffries. My daughter -in -law, Betty Jones.

Hello.

Well,

I'll be seeing you. Yes.

Mrs. Hollister was strangled?

Mm -hmm. The Los Angeles police feel that because of the M .O., they...

Might be the work of a rapist who's never been caught.

Barnaby, do you think the sheriff... Let's say he just jumped to the top of

list of people to talk to.

Any idea where I might have this analyzed?

In this town, are you kidding?

What about the high school chemistry lab?

Sure. It's in session now. Won't be available till tonight.

Get the talk yet?

No, but I shook him up pretty good, man.

I mean, I ain't a bad guy.

You better try playing the good guy.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I think so.

I'll host you back in a minute. I'll be back after I get some coffee.

Right.

How's it going, Arlie?

Rough, huh?

Well, between you and me, the sheriff isn't my cup of tea either.

You know, the thing is, we... Well, you can't let him get to you, you know?

The thing we ought to do is get him off your back.

Now, take it easy, Arlie. I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm on your side, sir.

You know, uh, the sheriff left.

Everybody's gone, just us.

Hey, take it easy. It's all right.

Okay.

Tell me about it, Harley.

Believe me, get it off your chest, you'll feel a lot better.

You know, you'll like yourself a lot more, too.

You know... Stay.

Stay back.

Hey, now, Harley.

Hey, now, you... You... Stay back. Harley, don't do this.

You're not going to get away with it.

There's nothing else I can, uh, I can, I can do. Harley, this is a big mistake.

Harley!

to your own businesses.

You make us legal or not, it don't matter. We're going after Arlie. Ah,

who needs deputizing? A good old -fashioned vigilante committee is all

been needing anyway.

Now, wait, wait, wait a minute, Sid.

For what?

Someone else's woman to get killed? That's right.

That's right.

All right, all right. Okay, that's... Okay, Doyle.

Well, let's... Let's do this thing in an orderly manner.

All right. Nobody winds up taking pot shots at each other, okay?

I'm going to have to swear you in. After I swear you in, Doyle here will sign

you out a weapon if anybody needs one.

What's taking so long?

I'll have something in a minute.

What do you think?

Usual bottom -of -the -pocket stuff, lint. Lint?

Yeah.

And tobacco looks like rough cut, Latakia, some other variety.

Like pipe tobacco.

Did Arlie smoke a pipe?

No. That lets him out, right?

Afraid you'd have a tough time convincing the sheriff, let alone the

townspeople.

Something else here, sort of a fiber.

What are they?

Can't tell.

This really doesn't magnify enough.

Have you got a larger microscope here in the school?

I think so. In there.

Here they are.

Oh, call your house and see if Betty's heard anything from Arlie.

Hello? Hi, it's Dory. Any sign of Arlie?

No.

Arlie hasn't shown up yet.

Tell her we'll be checking every half hour.

I heard. I'll be here.

I was wrong.

They're not fibers, they're hair.

Like small animal hair.

Animal hair?

Yeah, but they got a coating on them, like a preservative.

So whatever they came from, they've been treated, and it didn't come

directly from a live animal.

Like a pelt?

Or for Coote?

No, much smaller than that. We're...

We

gotta get to the sheriff.

Arlie?

Arlie? Is that you?

That's right, animal hair.

Whoever it was that smeared that clay around Lucy Tharnborough's body was

carrying in his pocket something that had been treated by a taxidermist

preservative. He smoked a pipe while he doesn't even smoke.

Okay, animal hair.

It's a preservative that interests me. It's a resin. I've run across it a

of times over the years.

That plus something else compact enough to fit in a pocket with a bunch of other

things. You figure you can tell what kind of an animal this here comes from.

My educated guess is rabbit.

Okay. So Arlie picked up a rabbit's foot someplace?

He doesn't have one.

But you know someone who does.

Control to Deputy Jeffries, this is Hollister.

We're ten minutes late picking, Betty.

Control to Deputy Jeffries, come in, please.

Control to Deputy Jeffries, come in, please.

Jeffries, this is Hollister. Come in, please.

What's wrong?

There were noises and a screaming on the phone, weren't there?

What do you mean? He went off on his own to follow up a hunch?

When?

Half hour ago.

Let's get out the door.

The deputy.

Why?

Please.

Please, I won't scream.

Don't hurt me.

The way you looked at me back at the newspaper office.

You'd given me the eye.

Weren't you?

No!

It was more than that.

You're right.

I... I was.

I was trying to make you notice me.

You're all the time.

I didn't think you noticed me at all.

Good work, Arlie.

Uh -huh.

I'm going to put this in a very special place.

I'm glad you like it.

Thank you.

Well, we're glad everything turned out all right.

For both of us.

I just want to say thanks for what you took off.

Well, a happy ending is its own reward.

I guess what I really want is to apologize to you, Arlie.

Might have turned out differently if it wasn't for that rabbit's foot Mr. Jones

came up with.

That's what a rabbit's foot is for.

Good luck.

For those who deserve it, I guess.

Oh, Dory, Arlie.

Thank you, Sheriff.

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