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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark Schera.

With guest stars Eugene Roach, Jason Evers,

Beverly Todd, Carl Weathers.

Tonight's episode.

The Bounty Hunter.

Wait a minute, something's wrong.

Oh, morning, Lee. Ready for another nice, easy evening at night?

Sure thing, Charlie.

You call spreading fertilizer on ten acres of tomatoes an easy day? Oh, come

you trustees have got it made.

No mortgages to pay, no taxes.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Three hots and a cot.

Paradise. Why, sure.

Six of these things. Easy, easy.

No trouble at all.

Okay, let's get going.

What the hell's going on?

Call up and you're dead, and keep your hands down.

You smart fella.

They buried the lifeguard who tried to break.

Remember? Look, you just climb in, man, and you remember.

This is going to be at the back of your head all the way.

So you keep smiling, huh?

How about you, kid? You want to take a ride?

Pass. I'm up for parole at the moment.

Man,

you could have killed him.

Let's go.

You take his feet, kid.

Looks like you're going with us after all, huh? No, man, leave me out of it.

Look, we can't get near enough that they've got two guys up there, and I'm

wrong color.

Now move it.

All right, move it, baby, and take it easy.

Logan, now go!

Go!

That's the road, Logan. Take it.

Go get him.

Get out.

Charlie. How's Charlie?

Dead. So's Logan.

This one's going to cost you, kid.

What, me?

I... No.

Wait.

They forced me to do it.

Hopper would have killed me if I didn't.

Come on, let's go.

Jack!

What happened?

I was afraid you wouldn't find where I hid the gun.

Yeah, let's go, baby. What about Logan? He didn't make it.

Just don't get all worked up.

Means the money's all ours now, huh?

No!

It's all over for me, don't you understand?

They're calling it felony murder because they think I was in on it. So you want

to just give up, is that it?

Mom, I can't let you go throw your money away on hiring a private detective when

they got me cold.

You think you could stop feeling sorry for yourself long enough to answer a few

questions?

Warden's already asked them all.

Only answers I get back are like nails in a coffin.

Mine.

According to your record, you provided a few of the nails.

You know how it is.

Trying to hang in with the guys on the block. Next thing you know, they're

knocking over a liquor store and I get tagged for it along with the others.

He swore on his father's grave, Mr. Jones. He didn't help rob that store.

I'm not talking about how your son got into jail, Mrs. Watson.

According to this, you were turned down for parole the first time six months

ago. In the beginning, I got into a couple of fights.

And you got too friendly with a few of the hard -timers, like Jack Hopper?

That's how I stopped getting into fights, Mr. Jones, by making friends

everybody.

Excuse me, boy, here's a file you wanted on Jack Hopper. Well, thank you,

Jedediah.

Oh, uh, Ms. Watson and Lee, this is Jedediah Romano -Jones, my new

Wannabe is also my cousin, which is why it's so formal.

Most people just call me J .R.

Anyway, according to that, Hopper and his friend Logan were two years into a

life sentence for an armored car heist.

Killed a driver and got away with almost a half a million dollars.

425 ,000 to be exact.

Logan was always puffing his chest about it.

Yeah, since the money was not recovered, I can understand why.

Jack will be recovering it now. You bet you then he'll be long gone Hopper Maybe

if he stops to dig up all that money, it might delay him enough so the police

would catch up.

Yeah, and If Jack was brought in alive, I know that he'd clear me only he swore

that the cops that have to kill him to take him I Believe it.

Don't you see mr.

Jones you must find him first Lee will probably be in here for life.

Well

That's kind of like drawing to an inside straight from a deck with only one card

left in it But I'll see what I can

do

Come on, come on.

Come on, move it.

Okay, take five.

As you were expecting him, Ernie.

This is Kilgore.

I'm Herb Dorsett, vice president of Intercoast Armored Transit.

I know who you are. I looked you up.

Fuck one up there and run those guys through that again.

Right.

Mr. Kilgore, I'm sort of short on knowing how to hire a... Mercenary,

hunter, names don't matter. Only the price.

I'll raise an army or find a man if the price is right.

How does $25 ,000 sound?

Not enough to raise an army.

In the Coast Armored Transit, we'll pay $25 ,000 to find a man.

Might be enough. Who?

The one on the right.

Jack Hopper.

Your company, the one that was heisted?

That's right.

The insurance company picked up the losses.

Why pay more when the police department's doing it for free?

I have a personal stake in making sure that Hopper is taken.

The driver of the armored car they killed, Sean Ryan.

We were the best of friends when we grew up together.

Okay.

Why me?

There are a lot less expensive guys you could try.

You used to be a police detective in Santa Monica.

An expert in your field.

Yes, I was asked to resign.

I had a built -in reputation for bringing my prisoners back dead.

You want Hopper dead, is that it? I want him removed from society.

Let's say I was to go after Hopper.

You got any ideas where I'd start?

Perhaps with her.

Darla Sanders, Hopper's girlfriend.

The insurance company investigators kept a close watch on her until she...

Quit her job at Mount Moriah Hospital and dropped out of sight about six

ago. You figured she was the bank? The bank?

The place where Hopper and Logan hid the heist money.

Oh, yes.

Yes, that was a theory.

Especially since the police captured them a short distance from the hospital.

My personal theory is that the money might still be hidden somewhere in that

hospital. Okay.

I'll get Hopper for you.

I'll be in touch.

Still sounding mellow as a cello there, Woody.

Well, no.

If my old ears don't deceive me, it's my main man.

How's doing, Barnaby?

Good, good old friend. How's business?

Fine as wine.

Hey, what brings you to Boomtown?

A make, a rumble, a bust?

Make? Jack Hopper.

Happy.

Happy.

Maybe this 20 will lighten the load a little bit.

Barnaby, you've been on pride.

USDA pride.

You keep on like this, you're going to turn me into a vegetarian.

It ain't that I hurt so much about Hopper, but there's a woman taking care

hurt man.

At the Morton Hotel, down on 18th.

Now, it sounds to me like it might, mind you, might be Dollar Sanders,

Harper's lady.

Seems she's been buying medical goods.

Thanks a lot, Woody. Be seeing you.

Barnaby, there's somebody else looking for Harper.

And it ain't the cops, neither.

Who? Well...

I don't know.

He's a big man.

Tough boys.

I got a cold wind from that dude.

Now you take care.

You hear? I hear you loud and clear.

Thanks, Woody.

Ernie Kilgore.

Hello, Barnaby.

I thought you were someone else.

I hoped you were.

Lucky for him.

Yes, I know your style.

Shoot first and make a citizen's arrest and claim the bounty.

You're one of the last of a dying breed.

Well, he's got a ton of buck.

Liberating merging nations.

Doesn't pay the way to you still.

Who's paying you for Hopper? I didn't know there was any new bounty on him.

He's patched up and moving. So am I. See ya.

Kilgore.

I need Hopper alive.

He can clear my client of being in on that jailbreak and guard killing.

Without Hopper, he goes to jail for life. And he's a nice young fella.

Needs a break.

That's too bad.

Just stay out of my way, Barbie.

You understand?

Oh, sure, sure. And Kilgore.

Just you stay out of mine.

Seven inches, that's three and a half miles.

Now, the police lost him in traffic here.

And 50 minutes later, black and white spotted him here and

chased him down to there. That's about a mile and a half.

Took him 50 minutes to get from there to there, which normally takes five.

Well, even so, would they have had enough time to hide the money?

They didn't have it on them when they were caught.

Listen, when you fellas get down to playing pin the tail on the donkey, give

a call.

Betty, did Lieutenant Biddle dig up anything on Hopper's girlfriend?

Only that Darla Sanders quit her job at Mount Moriah Hospital about six months

ago and hasn't been seen since.

Mount Moriah.

That's at 12th.

Well, that must be it.

Well, that seems to prove your hunch that Darla must have taken part in the

robbery. Eddie, call the personnel director at Mount Moriah. Tom, I'm

over to talk to him.

This is the down car. I thought you said you hid the money on the roof

someplace.

Anything?

No, except hanging around here. I feel like I'm catching something.

Well, I'm going to check around.

It's all changed.

What? There was a place back there where they closed up a big electrical box.

I hid the money in there.

In there? Where?

They must have covered it up when they put in this wall and all these heaters.

Well, what are you going to do?

Oh, young lady.

I'm checking in, Dorset.

No brass ring yet.

By the way, you might like to know there's a private cop who's also looking

Hopper.

Oh?

Who?

Barnaby Jones.

He's pretty good, too.

I wonder who he's working for.

Some condo time.

Not important.

I'll be talking to you.

Sanders Dollar Jean.

Oh, I remember her now.

A very nice girl. Quiet.

Are there any names on her application?

Close relatives to call in case of an emergency?

Relatives? None.

Well, that only leads to a blank wall.

Who is Darla's boss?

Uh, that would be, um... Allison Claymore. I'll have a paper.

Won't be long now, baby.

Won't be long now.

What are we going to do now?

Oh, baby, let's come back tonight.

By tonight, I want us to be long gone.

You know where to keep the tools in this place?

Maintenance has a supply room upstairs.

All right, you go up there and get me another screwdriver.

A big one.

Oh, I don't know.

Just do it, woman.

All right.

Well, what's this all about?

It has something to do with that armored truck robbery a few years ago.

You remember it?

Yeah, where the driver died? Sure, I was in emergency helping out when the

police brought him in.

Do you remember somebody working for the hospital about that time named Darla

Sanders?

Yes. Now, I know it's been a long time, but do you happen to recall anything

unusual about Darla on that particular day?

Why, yes, I did.

What was it?

She came to work.

That's funny. That's the way Barnaby reacts whenever I show up in the

Why did that surprise you?

Because it was her day off.

I was just stepping into the basement elevator after picking up some supplies

when I saw her come in. She came to work through the basement?

Mm -hmm. It was very unusual.

And when I asked her about it later, she said she sometimes used the basement

door as a shortcut.

Isn't the basement door usually locked?

All the time.

Well, thank you, Miss Claymore. Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Darla?

Darla Sanders?

I'm afraid you have the wrong person.

I don't want to go through that anymore.

Thank you.

I don't know, Barnaby, there's something to that.

Darla gets brownie points by coming in on her day off, which just happens to be

the day that Hopper and Logan are knocking off all that money.

Which the police did not find on them when they caught up with them a few

from here.

Fishman?

Worth a try.

You go that way.

That's it, baby.

That's it.

It's empty.

The money's not in there.

You mean we can't do all this for nothing?

It had to be in there.

You see what happens? Because you don't trust me?

Now those guys who built the wall are probably spending it. No. You see that?

All that dust?

That money hasn't been in there in years.

Well, then who could have gotten it?

Only one man.

And I know where he's at.

That way.

Nope.

Hopper? The guy in there is dead.

Want to hear it, Kilgore?

My best.

All this garbage you handed me about taking Hopper alive.

That's what it is, garbage.

He's a dead man, Jones.

Okay, Kilgore, but don't go anyplace.

I might want to talk to you again. I'll be around till I find Hopper.

Count on it.

He's a sweetheart.

Yep.

Bullets wouldn't melt in his mouth.

But as long as he keeps it legal, there's nothing I can do.

Anyway, Hopper's probably got the money and is long gone by now.

I don't think so.

Why not?

Gus?

Mold. Been there a long time.

Hopper didn't get any money out of there because there was no money in there.

What are you thinking, a falling out among thieves?

Which thief?

Logan was in jail with Hopper.

Well, if it was Hopper's girlfriend who took the money, what's he hanging around

here for?

You saying somebody else was in on that armored truck robbery with him?

If that's true, Hopper isn't going anywhere until he gets what he thinks it

Well, we're hot after Hopper now.

But listen, Barnaby, Kilgore is not any better than Hopper.

He wants your back.

That's what Jenna Dyer's for.

Of course, I'd like to help all I can, Mr. Jones, but it's as I told the police

who were here earlier.

There isn't much I can add that they don't already know.

According to these, you were supervisor of the division at the time that the

truck was robbed.

Yes.

I still wake up nights in a cold sweat over it.

Did it ever occur to you that there may have been an inside man?

Yes, it did.

There's no doubt the job was well planned.

But everybody was cleared by the investigation.

Of course, the driver wasn't available for questioning.

He was dead.

My hunch is he fed the information to Hopper. Well, if your hunch is correct,

then it follows that Hopper may have had to kill the driver in order to keep him

quiet. And to cut him out of his share of the split, exactly.

It was a bounty hunter, a fellow named Kilgore, over at the hospital looking

Hopper. Bounty hunter?

I didn't know there still were such men.

Oh, yes, if the reward is high enough, people like that come out from under

rocks.

Did your company post a reward No, we got our money back from the insurance

company. We have no further interest in the case Well, somebody certainly does

Thank you. Thank you very much for your time

Just keep driving.

You drive nice and easy or I'm going to scatter your brains.

Keep moving straight ahead.

I was expecting you, Zach, but not like this. Yeah, I bet.

Let's go to my place.

We can talk. Just keep driving, man.

What are you going to do?

Oh, it'll almost be worth the whole 425 G's to pop you right now.

Okay, okay.

So you got a beef coming.

What was I supposed to do?

My share for planning the armored truck heist was one -third. So you stuck

around the hospital till you figured out where we hid the bread and then you

took it all? A partner?

What was I supposed to do? Wait till you got out of jail. That might have been

never. That was the plan, man.

No split without the three of us being there.

Okay, okay.

Take it easy.

I've got your share. I've been holding it for you.

No, you haven't, man.

But you're gonna come up with it anyway, Dorset.

Now!

What do you think, I keep that kind of money in a sock?

You see that alley right there?

You just turn into it and stop.

Jack, I need time to get my hands on that money.

Tonight, man!

Endorse it.

Remember, I know where to find you.

Okay, Jack.

Tonight you'll have it.

All right.

I'll call you later at your office.

I'll let you know where to go, huh?

When I get out of here.

Hang in there, baby. It's almost home, huh?

Hi.

Well, according to this information I dug up on Herb Dorsett, he did very,

well. How well?

Well, he earns $50 ,000 a year, yet he owns a $210 ,000 house.

Free and clear?

Mm -hmm.

Mortgage was paid off two years ago, less than a month after the armored car

robbery. And he joined the best clubs in La Jolla, Palm Springs, and he has a

son in Harvard.

All of that on $50 ,000 a year must be a wizard in the stock market or

something. I checked.

Oh, he plays in it, but not that much. Well, he's sure found a gold mine

someplace.

One of his armed trucks, maybe.

You think Dorset is the inside man?

If we could tie him in with hiring Kilgore, I'd bet on it.

Look, why don't I volunteer for Kilgore Soldier Fortune Operation? I can dig in,

I can get close to him, you know. No, Jedediah, that would take too long, but

you did give me an idea.

Betty, get our bounty hunter on the phone.

I'll tell you what to say.

Thank you.

With all this fighting that's going on, I'm afraid that people are getting a

distorted view of modern Africa.

There's still beauty in romance.

All you have to do is look for it.

Mrs. Ratner.

Why don't you call me Betty?

It's much less formal that way, isn't it?

When you want something, you have to be pretty strong, don't you, Betty?

It's just that I've been going crazy trying to find someone who'll help me

my brother out of that awful jail in Mexico.

I'm doing something right now, but I can get him out, all right?

As long as you're willing to pay the tab and don't ask any questions about how

it's done.

Anything.

You do realize that... I mean, it isn't as though he's done some terrible crime

down there or anything like that.

Doesn't matter.

I'll do that.

What do you want?

What do you mean?

I didn't call you again.

My service said my employer called.

I thought it was you.

No, not me.

Oh, but don't hang up.

I heard from Jack Hopper a few hours ago.

He called me. He called you?

I was going to handle it myself, but he wants to turn himself in.

But he's afraid of the police.

He wants to meet me first, you know.

Be a witness.

Let's cut out the bulldozer.

You want Harper dead, so do I.

Only now it's going to cost you $100 ,000.

What? I got to thinking about your personal theory and sending me to the

hospital to find Harper.

You couldn't have figured that unless you knew the loot was hidden there in

first place.

You hoisted your own company, didn't you?

100 Gs.

Good deal?

All right.

Good.

Where did Harper say he'd meet you?

He didn't.

He's going to call me at a phone booth in the corner of 10th and Caldwell at 4.

I'm supposed to bring his share of the loot with me.

All right, you wait right there.

I'll be right over.

I'm very sorry. I've got to run. About my brother?

We'll be in touch.

Bye.

Kilgore certainly left in a hurry.

What'd you find out? A lot more than I figured. Come on, we haven't got much

time.

Tenth and call, well, there's a phone booth.

Dorset has ten minutes before Hopper's call.

Now, Barnaby, Hopper's no fool.

If he sees us or anyone else following Dorset, he's not going to show himself.

I'm counting on Hopper being in the neighborhood to see if Dorset came

We'll concentrate on spotting Hopper. Maybe I can take him by surprise.

Yes. Yes, what now?

Yes, I understand. I'll wait five minutes after you hang up and start for

drop point.

Yeah, you get it, Mr.

Dorsett.

Got it.

They're dead road after the bridge and the rich rot.

Then left two miles where I tossed the money out by a tree with a red cloth

to it.

He says he'll be watching me all the time.

I'll be a few minutes behind you.

After you drive away and Hopper comes out to get the money, your problems with

him are over.

Why are we stopping?

See that dirt road down there?

There's Hopper.

Yeah. And he's not going far down that road.

It angles back to this one about three miles down the way.

Call the sheriff.

That's it up You're never gonna make it I Tossed your gun on the ground

now So don't should cry copper

Okay, and he's going down with me.

That's for sure now. Let's go back to where you parked your car Look, there's

couple hundred grand in it Let's deal you were set up hopper Dorset hired a

bounty hunter to get your head

I doubt if you'll find anything in that briefcase except some old phone books.

No!

I'll take over, Mayor.

I gotta hand it to you, Barnaby. I didn't think you'd get to him first.

Just lucky, I guess.

Have to be to compete with high -priced talent like you.

Praises like that could turn a fellow's head.

Now, why don't you just say goodbye and let me and my prisoner get out of here?

You can't afford to let me go, Kilgore.

What's it going to be?

We separate a little, then you make it look like we shot each other?

Yeah. I never thought of that.

Give me to a doctor.

I'm hurting bad.

So is the young fellow at the prison.

The one you left to take the rap for the dead guard.

My prayers are answered, son.

We also got a little help from Jack Hopper.

And Mr.

Jones. How can we ever thank you, Mr. Jones?

The fact that the warden feels Lee's next parole hearing will be favorable is

all the thanks I need.

Just got the word from Lieutenant Fiddle. He says that Dorset and Kilgore

going down for conspiracy to commit murder for a start.

Well, it looks as though you're going to be the only one that's on the outside

looking in.

And it's going to stay that way.

You can make book on it.

Make book?

Don't give the parole board any wrong ideas.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, you can bank on it.

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