All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s05e06 Band Of Evil

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen. Also starring Lee
Merriweather.

Mark Scherer.

With guest stars Andrew Robinson.

Annette O'Toole.

John David Carson.

Devin Erickson.

Tonight's episode.

Band of evil.

When are you coming back, Glenn?

Oh, I don't know, Cassie. I guess when
your dad gets another load of bronx and

he wants me to break.

It sure is obvious you're not ready to
take my job away.

Very funny.

Next time paint an X on the wild ones.

Okay.

I guess I'll fix this later.

Are you leaving right now?

No, I'm going to go check some fence
first and then I think I'm going to run

into town and say goodbye to a couple of
the guys.

But I'll see you before I take off,
okay?

Okay.

Wait.

Dad made out your check.

Oh, beautiful.

Hey, thank you.

I think I'll have to stop by the bank to
pick up some traveling money.

Gonna say goodbye to a couple of the
guys, huh?

You know us cowboys, sweetheart, we only
kiss our horses.

Come on.

I've seen some of the girls in the San
Leon bar. I can see why you'd prefer

horse. Come on.

Hey, hold on there, lady.

That's a big 10 -4, lame duck.

Hey, you forgot to autograph my cast,
high rider. Come on.

10 -4, lame duck.

I'm going to write some kind of neat
graffiti on that shinbone of yours

leave for shaky town.

That's Los Angeles in case you weren't
up in our lingo yet.

Get back to you later, lame duck.

There's a gate down out here.

Going 10 -10 on the side right now and
checking around the upper pasture a

little bit.

10 -4 and 10 -10, lame duck clear.

Give us another 1036, huh?

Just look at your Mickey Mouse, baby.

Make it for 917.

Lois, look.

Break 21 for the Bushwhacker. Come on.

Break 21 for the Bushwhacker. Come on.

You got the Bushwhacker. Come on. Got
company, Bushwhacker. Or red pick -em

with ears.

10 -4. There it is.

Lay on the hammer. Go get him.

Break 21 for lame duck. Come on. Come
on. Break 21 for lame duck. Please. Come

on. Is that you, High Rider? Come on.

Lame duck. Lame duck. Come on for High
Rider. Do you copy? Do you copy?

You're Billy down in dirt, buddy.

Why don't you step on out here?

Come on, get.

Hey, man, what's going on? What do you
want with me?

Sonny, let him go.

Come on, let's get out of here.

What's going on?

What do you want?

Darn it.

Well, you're lucky we happened on by,
cowboy.

You look as if you could use a couple
good Samaritans. Hey, come on, Thornton,

put that thing away. I'm just heading
out of town. I don't want any trouble.

Well, you sure take the long way out,
don't you?

Hey, come on, Sonny, leave him alone. He
won't say anything.

No, I don't think I trust this here
cowboy.

Hey,

is that what we ought to do?

Let you go?

Hey, huh?

Come on, what is it?

Well, you saw what he did.

He attacked me.

Yeah.

But how are we going to explain it?

Just keep a cool head.

All we do is get rid of this.

All of it.

Fast.

Your name Barnaby Jones?

Yeah. The disguise isn't working.

Sheriff said I might find you out here.

I'm Tim Carter.

I need some of your professional time.

Well, I don't know.

There's nothing to it, probably.

I run a small horse ranch near here,
and, well, I've got a daughter with a

vivid imagination.

It is not my imagination.

Cass is working at being a mystery
writer someday.

She's pretty good at it, too. That is
irrelevant and immaterial right now,

and you know it.

Cassie, I think you have a pretty good
start for a mystery here.

The bronc rider, Mr.

Sayre, went to town to cash a check and
say goodbye to a few friends. Which he

didn't. He didn't show up at the bank or
the bar.

Well, Les had an appointment up in Mill
Valley somewhere to break some horses.

He may have headed straight there. No, I
called. He never showed up.

And his saddle and his leather jacket,
he didn't come back here for them

Well, you and the sheriff checked this
out, what do you say?

Well, we checked around town, looked
over the ranch, nothing.

That's when your name came up.

You say that you overheard a
transmission on this radio which seemed

that someone had seen Mr. Sayre?

Yes, I was talking to him on the CB.

That's Citizens of Band Radio.

He's High Rider, and I'm Lame Duck.

They're handles. All CBers have handles.

Les said there was a gate down, and he
was going to check around the upper

pasture. Motorcycle freak's been using
the ranch, spooking the horses.

He probably checked it out.

And the next thing I heard was someone,
a woman, saying, um, Bushwhacker, you've

got company, a red pick -em -up with
ears.

All right, that's a red pick -up with a
CB antenna.

That had to be Les. He drives a red pick
-up.

Who's Bushwhacker?

I don't know. I just got this outfit. I,
um, I don't know all the handles yet.

Well, we'd like to help, but, uh, we're
due to start back to town in the

morning. Well, now, wait a minute, wait
a minute, Barnaby. We're not really due

back for another three or four days.

Besides, can't you see that this young
lady has a big 1034 here?

Looks to be more like a perfect 36, 24,
36.

No, no, no.

1034 means trouble at this station.

I still have my Class D license.

Of course, I haven't used it since my CB
was ripped off a couple of years ago,

but have no fear, lame duck.

I'm not going to let him hustle us out
of God's country till I put your mind at

ease, okay?

Okay.

Listen to me.

Could you at least try to understand how
I feel about all of this?

Walt, please.

For me?

We can't go on with this. Not for one
more day.

Now, calm down, will you?

When the right time comes... The right
time?

My God, he's killed a man, Walt.

Where is your head?

And remember, I didn't want any part of
this.

Oh, my, my, my, my.

But you took your part, didn't you?

And those two, three bills a week, you
never complained about that, did you?

Hey, don't worry.

It's okay.

I just want to see everybody happy.

You were very happy in Hawaii getting
your son, Tan.

Instead of weekending in Palm Springs
where Mommy and Daddy thought you were,

eh?

I might remind you. No, I'll remind you.

That murder one doesn't get smaller,
split four ways.

You were there, Lois.

Every inch of the way.

Now tonight, Walt and I are going into
the barn to make small packages out of

big ones.

And tomorrow morning early, we're in L
.A. Keeping happy customers happy.

Business as usual.

I would say that some red -painted
vehicle ricocheted against here and went

down there.

Well, now, how come the sheriff didn't
find this?

Possibly because he didn't spend three
hours tramping over hill and through

gully the way we did.

And then maybe he didn't see the real
1034 in a pretty girl's eyes.

Well, whoever plowed in here was really
moving.

By the looks of the road on those turns
over there, they were digging in all the

way. Probably had to have himself dug
out and towed.

Record of that ought to appear on some
towing company's books.

Yeah, or an ambulance.

Possible.

When we get back to town, we'll check
out this paint with the truck agency.

See if it matches a year of Sayer's
truck.

I'll, uh, pull something here.

Here's another little something.

Piece of broken bottle, huh?

No, I don't think so. Looks like, uh,
optical glass.

Could be, uh, sunglasses.

Cassie said she heard somebody on the CB
talking to Bushwacker.

I wonder who Bushwacker is.

Well, if that's his handle, maybe we can
raise him on the CB, Charlie.

All right.

What's the channel?

She said she was using 21.

There it is.

What's the language?

Say break 21 for the Bushwacker.

Break 21 for the Bushwacker.

Say it again. Ask him if he's got his
ears on.

Break 21 for the Bushwacker. You got
your ears on?

Hi there, Breaker.

Bushwacker is 10 -7. I saw Walker and
it's green pickup parked at the Oasis.

10 -4.

10 -4.

10 -4.

What did he say?

Well, he said that the Bushwacker is a
guy named Walt Garnett that is out of

service now and he's parked at a place
called the Oasis.

You check that paint sample with a
dealer.

I'm going to see if I can corner a
bushwhacker.

All right. Good luck.

All garnet?

Check.

Well, now, that makes you the
Bushwhacker.

That's a big tin foregood, buddy. What's
your handle?

My name's Barnaby Jones.

I was told that you saw Les Sayers a
couple days.

Les Sayer?

That's a blank, huh?

Afraid I don't know any Les Sayer.

Well, maybe you just saw his truck.

Anyway, somebody heard a voice on one of
those CB radios.

Said, uh, Bushwhacker, you got company?

I read, pick them up with ears.

Nope.

Afraid I can't be of any help to you.

What's the fuss?

The fuss is that Les Sayre is missing,
and I'm a private investigator, and

somebody hired me to find him.

Well, I'll be.

Well, thank you very much.

You know, sometimes these things come
together like... Two plus two.

Sometimes it takes a day or two longer.

Somebody heard us. Somebody heard
everything.

Easy now, easy.

I don't like the way you spill things.

You've got nothing.

Nothing that's funny can't happen.

Right, Sonny?

That's right, pumpkin.

And you say the paint matches Sarah's
truck?

Fire engine red is what the color check
calls it.

Now, tell me.

I would say the water is rising too fast
to say it hasn't been raining

somewhere. I agree with you, Barnaby.
And it looked like there'd been a high

-speed chase.

Well, that's a guess.

But if Mr. Sayre knew the ranch this
well... He sure wouldn't have been

for any quarter -mile wrecking in that
spot, slamming trees and winding up

in a gully.

Well, we'll get on it with the toying
companies and ambulance services in the

area. What do you know about a young
fellow named Walt Garnett?

Walt?

Oh, he's a bit spoiled, maybe, like most
of those country club kids.

No real complaints, though. Why?

Well, I got a hunch he lied to me, and
I'm wondering why.

Cassie said you heard somebody on the
CBE call Bushwacker, which is Walt

Garnett's handle, to tell him that there
was a red pickup nearby.

She also said that Bushwacker answered,
but Walt Garnett denies knowing anything

about it. That's strange.

There was another young fellow with
Garnett when I talked to him. He was

a Derringer hat.

Oh, that's Sonny Holland.

Now, there's a real success story.

Brought up on the wrong side of the
tracks, went away to L .A. for two,

three years, and made it big,
ghostwriting songs for those big country

groups. They were with a couple of very
attractive young ladies.

Well, let's see now.

Walt's been going with Lois Lambert ever
since I can remember.

And Sonny, I think Vanessa Pickering's
got him pretty well staked out.

Well, thanks, Tommy, but if you hear
anything on the truck, give me a call.

thing.

J .R., let's go and continue to poke a
stick in the hornet's nest.

Sure.

Well, where do you want me to poke,
Coach?

Why don't you get in touch with Betty?

Tell her to call some of our friends in
the music business.

Check out Sonny Holland?

Yeah.

Let's see what he's got playing on the
old jukebox.

Please, Walt.

That detective's going to find out about
Sonny. About all of us.

You're talking crazy, Lois.

Don't flip out on me now, baby.

What happened to us?

I loved you. I would have done anything
for you.

Do this for me now.

Get off my back.

No. I want you to do something for me.

I want you to go to the police with me
now.

Lois, you're out of your mind.

Do you want to go to prison?

Well, then, let's go away somewhere
where nobody can find us.

Sure. How would that look?

We just got to wait it out.

Wait? For what? For Sonny to kill
someone else? He'll do it. I know he

Hey.

What's going on here, huh? What's
happening?

The two of you are looking very serious
all of a sudden, huh?

Just talking.

Lois wants to go somewhere and...
Thought we'd take a ride.

You're reading my mind.

I was just going to suggest, look, why
don't we grab a couple six -packs and

some deli and kill the afternoon till
late, huh?

I don't feel like it.

Oh, come on, honey. I mean, what could
be better?

Listen, if there's anyone who needs some
relaxing, it's you, Lois.

Come on.

We'll have to go by and pick up my suit.

Hooray.

You're a little bit right and a little
bit wrong, Mr. Jones.

That's about average for me.

Would you say that that's a piece of
somebody's sunglasses?

Yes, but not from any cheap drugstore
type.

These are special order.

Made in fancy colors.

Made in Europe.

Expensive.

Oh, $35, $40 glasses, depending on the
style.

It's pretty steep for non -prescription
sunglasses.

Would you happen to remember the names
of any of the people that bought them?

To go through all those files, take me
all night.

Well, I wouldn't want to spoil your
evening.

But just offhand, would you remember the
names of any of them?

Well, I don't know. Let's see.

Yeah, Mrs. Shaddock's bought a pair just
before she left for Acapulco.

Anyone else?

Let's see.

Yes, Lois Lambert bought some.

Young Lois Lambert?

I don't know any old ones.

Of course, the Lamberts can afford to
buy a pair for every day of the week if

wanted them.

You know her? I saw her once.

Pretty little thing, as I recall.

I don't think I could do it, sir.

Don't worry, I'll handle her.

Oh, well now, Walt, I've been looking
for some sort of indication that you're

able to do that.

Frankly, I don't think she's listening
to you anymore.

She's just shook up.

She'll settle down.

No. The problem with Lois is she has a
bad streak of conscience in her.

I've noticed it before.

Well, I just cannot kill her.

Why not?

Lois wants to go away.

What if we just disappear?

Walt, I've already considered the
reasonable alternatives. Mommy and Daddy

spare no expense in bringing their dear
daughter back home.

Do you know what kind of scene that
would cause?

Tearful reunion?

Why she left, et cetera, et cetera?

Twenty years?

Life?

No.

She won't say anything.

Well, don't get uptight.

It was just a thought, so think about
it, eh?

Let's get wet.

Like I said, no choice.

And then there were three, hey?

I don't know.

I guess she just dove in.

We weren't watching.

Then when we didn't see her, we dove in.

And we couldn't find her.

And then we saw her like that.

Take it easy, son.

There just wasn't any way we could have
gotten here in time to help.

I know.

There's nothing anybody could have done.

Lois was already dead.

Look, why don't you two take Walter on
home?

I'll get the rest of this lady.

Barnaby, I'll be with you in a minute.
I've got to make a call in.

Mr. Holland?

Yeah.

Can I talk to you a minute?

I don't really feel much like talking
now, you know.

Yeah, I understand.

I called the sheriff. I was looking for
a Lois Lamberts address, and I heard

about the tragedy out here.

Tragedy is too small a word for it, Mr.
James.

Jones.

Well, to be very honest with you,
mister, your name doesn't mean one hoot

hell to me right now, after what's
happened here.

Yeah, I suppose not.

Was Lois a good swimmer?

Sure.

Oh, God, don't ask me what happened.

If I knew what happened, maybe I could
have got there sooner.

Bumped her head, probably. I don't know.

I guess you four were very close.

Yeah.

And it doesn't make it any easier.

I wonder if you could tell me something,
though.

Was Lois upset about anything earlier
when I saw her at the Oasis? She seemed

nervous.

Seems like so long ago.

Oh, yeah, she and Walt had one of their
famous five -minute arguments. There's

nothing to it, except that I bet he
wishes he could have another one with

right now.

What's the sudden interest in Lois?

I have a one -track mind. It makes a lot
of whistle stops at a lot of places.

I'm still looking for a less sayer, and
a little something I found seemed to

lead me to Lois Lambert. I hate to
derail you, mister, but Lois and missing

don't belong in the same conversation.

She was one of the few truly nice girls
around here.

Listen, you'll have to excuse me.

How well did you know Lois Lambert?

Just to say hello to.

An accident there at the lake?

I don't know.

I made a couple of explorative dives.

There's nothing down there but 10 feet
of clear water and 100 friendly minnows.

Just fine.

There I am, out working, and you're here
having a picnic.

Betty, this is Cassie Carter.

Cassie, this is my daughter -in -law,
Betty Jones.

Hi. I would get up, but... Oh, no. No,
please. I'd rather join you.

Well, Betty, what's the verdict?

Do we have a successful ghostwriter of
songs in our Mr.

Sonny Holland?

Well, that depends on whether that comes
under the heading of dream merchant.

I think you better translate for the
coach, Betty. He's starting to knit his

brow.

Ah, yes, well, two phone calls told the
whole story. The first to Arnold

Steiner.

The agent's agent?

Mm -hmm. He told me that Sonny Holland
was a standing joke in Los Angeles

four years ago.

He was trying to sell simply atrocious
lyrics to recording artists. Of course,

they closed the door on him fast.

Do you mean to say Sonny Holland
isn't... Well, what about the second

To Lieutenant Biddle.

It seems Mr. Holland started peddling
marijuana instead. He served time on

charges of dealing narcotics two and a
half years ago.

Well, that explains his time in the big
city.

Poor country boy makes good.

Well, he's practically a hero around San
Leone.

If you want to be believed, you've got
to make the lie really big, right?

You may just have something there,
Jedediah.

You want to know if Sonny Holland is
still dealing marijuana?

You know, I no longer have to spell it
out for you. You're beginning to read my

mind.

Sunny Holland?

Yeah.

Got a little treat for your digestion.
I'd like to talk some business.

I don't know you.

Don't you bug off, huh?

Well, we can discuss money first.

We'll do something about your manners
later.

I'm used to privacy.

No, I don't care what you're used to.

This is about as private as it gets.

Who the hell are you?

Vince Pinto.

You ever heard of him?

Sorry, Vince, we never heard of you.

Nobody hears of me unless I want them to
hear of me. That's the way I run my

business. You in the music business?

That's my line.

It may be your line, pal, but it ain't
your business.

Look, save the banjo strumming for the
hicks, huh?

I heard about your operation.

I know it's regular. I know it's
dependable.

That's what my people want.

And they're willing to pay up to twice
what you've been getting.

You read too many comic books.

Who sent you?

Big Richard.

And he doesn't like to be thought of as
comical.

That's interesting.

When did you talk to Big Richard?

Yesterday.

Big Richard's in the joint.

Ten to twenty.

You know, that's the trouble with doing
business with you guys and the stick.

You're out of touch, you know that?

His lawyer got him a new trial. He's
been back on the streets for two weeks.

Man, I hope he didn't send me to some
hubcap packer. Okay, okay. Look, I don't

make second offers.

You double your take, but it has got to
be the best stuff delivered on time.

Now, we've got a deal.

I'll talk to you about it tomorrow.

I'd like to call my people tonight.

Tomorrow.

I'm at the Bluestone Motel.

Just a thought.

We'd really like to deal you in.

Rather than cut you out, you get my
meaning.

Think he's on the level?

I don't know.

He could be a narc who's made our
operation.

But we'd better find out.

Like tonight.

Do you suppose they hurt J .R.? I'm
sorry he decided to hole up in that

motel. It's risky.

I believe that runs in the family.

I think we've got to start acting like
we're sure of something that we're not

entirely sure of, that Sonny is still
running marijuana.

He could be running it across the
Mexican border, somehow.

They could drive it over.

The airplane.

He'd fly it over.

No, I... I mean, there was an airplane.

What airplane, Kathy?

The last time I talked to Les on the CB,
there was this airplane flying low over

the ranch.

I usually don't think anything about it,
because they often fly over here in

their pattern for San Leon Airport.

What was unusual about it? Well, it
sounded so low, like it was slowing down

land or something.

It could have been a drop, unless you
saw it. And somebody saw him at the

pasture. That's what they meant by, uh,
you've got company.

Do you think they might have killed him?

There was a nervous young lady named
Lois Lambert who might have been able to

tell us, but she's no longer around.

Barnaby, we can't prove any of this. And
J .R. could be waiting in that motel to

be killed.

Why'd you have that guy call here? My
mother could be home any minute. If the

guy's a narc, my phone could be bugged.

Hello?

He's right here. Hang on.

Yeah.

Where the devil have you been? I asked
him to have you call last night.

What about this Vince Pendle?

You mean he's on the level?

Yeah, and he said you sent him.

Uh -huh. Go on.

Find the Blue Star Motel.

Yeah?

Okay, thanks.

No?

No trouble.

I'll handle it.

Big Richard says that Vince Pendle is
the middleman on some of the biggest

going down in the West Coast. Cops have
been looking for Vince Pendle for two

years.

So, looks like Big Richard sent us a
ripe one. Big Richard sent us nothing.

A crumb's a $3 bill.

Cops picked up Vince Pendle in L .A.
last night.

Our guy's a narc.

Well, we better call off the drop.

They're on to us.

Will you stop talking with your head
empty?

By now, Andy's already hedge -hopping
his way here with the plane load.

You got the number?

Yeah, it's right here. Well, call it, my
love.

And ask for Mr.

Pendule's room.

Hello? Hold on a sec for Mr. Holland.

Pendule! Yeah.

You know, you sleep a little too long on
good offers to suit me, Holland.

Maybe I should shop at a bigger store,
huh?

Hey, I had to give it some thought.

It's a big move.

Some people are going to be very
unhappy.

Well, I keep all my happiness in a money
clip. You interested or not?

I'm interested.

Let's talk about it. All right. Be here
in 20 minutes.

Hey, no way. How do I know your
picture's not a post office favorite?

I'll meet you over in Culverton.

The red line.

Noon. What's the matter with right here?
I'll pull the shades. Don't worry.

People see every move I make in San
Leon.

I'll ask a cop for directions.

Just be there. I'll be expecting you.

And by the time he gets back to his
motel room, we'll have the stuff in the

barn.

A guy like that, a big money clip, well,
he could wind up dead in bed

anytime.

Hello? One of you, they just called me.

Yeah, I figured your line was busy.

Well, Sonny's pretending to take the
bait, but I think he wants me out of

like right now.

Yeah.

I just talked to Lieutenant Biddle.

I think we gave you a bad name to use.

Vince Pangil was arrested in Los Angeles
last night.

Well, something tells me Sonny knows.

Well, in case he does, I don't want you
to get a Purple Heart in the Blue Star

Motel. So I'm sending Betty down to get
you.

I'll buy that.

I'll be looking for her smiling face.

Well, the pot is boiling furiously and I
don't know what's cooking.

Sonny Holland said yesterday that he
couldn't talk business until tomorrow.

That's today.

We're running out of time.

That's it, the time.

What do you think?

10 .36, that's the time of day. That's
what they were asking.

Who was asking?

Part of the chatter on the CB the day
left disappeared somebody it could have

been the same woman's voice was asking
for a 1036 But when the guy answered her

he said something about check your
Mickey Mouse her watch maybe but he

give the right time He said nine
something, but it was almost noon Well,

didn't sign off with a 10 signal and he
wasn't giving the time could be the date

9 being September this month Well if
that's today

Both of my Mickey Mouse's arms are
pointing almost to 12.

Same time, same place, do you think?

Betty, you go down there and get
Jedediah.

You stay here and keep that thing tuned
in to me.

Okay. I'm gonna take a look.

You'd better not use your name if they
know you. What should I call you?

Break 21 for Lame Duck.

This is the Silver Fox.

Come on.

You've got the Lame Duck. Come on.

Nothing around here but a lot of wide
open spaces.

I'm going to take a drive over and look
around the upper pasture.

10 -4, do you want me to call the
sheriff? Come on.

I wouldn't do that, lame duck, until I
find out whether I'm chasing a wild

goose. 10 -4, this is lame duck, K -U -Y
-4 -6 -9 -6, clear.

That lame duck chick sounds loud and
clear.

Like a base station.

Yeah. The other one's a mobile. I can
hear the engine noises.

And the signal. He's right on top of us.

Cassie Carter.

Somebody said she broke her leg.

Lame duck?

This is part of her father's ranch, you
know.

So, that could make Silver Fox the guy
who's been looking for our missing

cowboy. Sonny, the planes do any minute.
Now we better radio them and tell them

to keep going.

Sure, and let them hear every word of
it.

Uh -uh, you wait here and stay off that
radio.

I'm going Fox something.

Silver Fox, come on.

Break 21 for the Silver Fox. Come on.
Hey there, Silver Fox. I just heard that

airplane again.

You got your ears up. Do you copy?

You just tell her that nice airplane
came and went. Nothing else.

Tell her.

I hear you there, lame duck. I saw it.

I think it's just some pilot practicing.

Looks like a false alarm.

I'd better call the sheriff. He may have
dropped something you didn't see. 10

-4? You better convince her that that's
not a good idea, and convince me as

well.

I wouldn't call the sheriff.

He thinks we're all half crazy now.

Ten -four?

If you're not back in ten minutes, I'm
calling the sheriff anyway.

Ten -four.

That's a big ten -four.

Tell her.

That's a big ten -four.

Okay.

Now take your gun, nice and easy.

and toss it this side of the feet honey

what are you gonna do you want me to
turn my back we've got 10 minutes to

our bucket mouth on the other end then
you can turn your back after walt picks

up the stuff the two of you follow me
get in

Okay, Silver Fox, start driving.

All right, now just keep smiling and
glide out real easy.

I'm right behind you.

That's the inside!

Walt, the phone line. Rip it down,
quick.

Phone's dead.

How you doing with that thing? It's no
use. Something's happened to the

Your father have a gun around here
anywhere?

See if there's any gas in those cans.

Get him, and we'll burn him out. Right.

There are only four shells here.

Might be one too many.

Or a lot too few.

You hit?

No, I just... It surprised me, I fell.

I don't get it. What are they doing
here?

I get it.

Look, get on the CB in this thing. Call
the sheriff's emergency channel number

nine. Okay, channel nine.

Right.

This

is

an emergency.

Can anyone hear me?

All right, get your hands above your
head.

Move out of the open. Come on.

Right there.

Barnaby, you okay?

Yeah.

I guess I'm what you might call 10 -4.

Okay.

Give it a try.

What are you saying there? Am I getting
through?

Coming through loud and clear.

Wall to wall or whatever you're supposed
to say.

Thank you much. Come on out and modulate
with us, Lady Jones.

Who would have thought that that toy I
gave Cassie would have helped you catch

up with Les Sayre's killers?

Good thing she had her ears on and her
memory plugged in.

Kathy, you know, once your cast comes
off, you're going to have to change your

handle. I mean, lame duck isn't going to
do anymore.

Well, how about slick chick?

You know, I just may come by here one
day and give you a call.

Well, I'll just answer to that.

Okay. By the way, Judd, what was your
handle? You never mentioned it.

You know, you two were breaking the law
by operating a CBU without a license.

Are you aware of that?

Come on, J .R. What was your handle?

Tarzan.