All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s05e11 Sister Of Death

Barnaby Jones. A Quinn Martin
production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Schera.

With guest stars Sheila Larkin.

Catherine Justice.

Jack L. King.

Jonathan Lippe.

Fred Sadoff.

Tonight's episode, Sister of Death.

Marie? Marie, can you hear me?

Marie, it's Terry.

Sister?

I'm sorry.

She never will.

Will she die?

No.

Her vital signs are stable.

Well, I don't understand. You said a
test was promising. You told the

reporters... The final results are in.

The brain damage is irreversible.

Oh.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this.

But your sister will never come out of
this coma.

How long can she live in this kind of
limbo?

On life support system?

Indefinitely. Oh, God, that's terrible.

Why don't you let her go?

They only teach us to prolong life,
sister.

All they've taught you to do is to
prolong death.

Hospital policy has taken those
decisions out of our hands.

If the plug were pulled on that machine,
she would die, right?

Most likely.

Then it's God's will that she die.

I cannot speak for God.

I can only speak for man.

Oh, dear God.

I believe in the sanctity of life.

Please forgive me for wanting to make
decisions for you.

This is all my fault.

I know that now.

If I could only make it up to you. If I
could only make...

Sister,

I'm so terribly sorry.

Fourth floor west.

Barnaby, your favorite nun is here to
see you.

Sister Agnes Elizabeth?

Did you make the donation?

Yes, yes, I... Barnaby?

Sister Agnes, how are you? I'm fine.

I haven't seen you since last month's
bingo game. You're looking wonderful.

It's an amazing fact of life, Barnaby.

But you get younger every time I see
you. Well, I'm sure it's your prayers

are doing it. Sit down and tell us what
brings you here. What can we do for you?

Well... I'll get right to the point.

Barnaby, there's a most marvelous woman
doing extraordinary work with troubled

young girls.

Perhaps you've heard of Runaway House.

Say no more, sister.

Just tell us how much you need. Oh,
Barnaby.

I'm not here for money.

You must have read about the tragedy
involving Marie Holcomb.

It's been in all the papers.

Oh, yes, the girl in Malibu.

Some lifeguards found her at the base of
a cliff. Yes, I think I heard something

on the radio this morning.

She didn't make it. Because someone
intentionally stopped the life support

machine.

The hospital says it was one of the
women in my order.

Good grief, they're not accusing a nun
of murder, are they?

Sister Terry was Marie Holcomb's natural
sister.

And unfortunately, she was very vocal to
Dr. Jackson.

about what she considers the inhumanity
of keeping the girl alive with no hope

of recovery.

Have they got anything else?

There's also a nurse who insists Sister
Terry was the last person in the room

before Marie died.

I, of course, don't believe for one
minute that she did it.

Barnaby, I want you to prove that.

Here we are.

Sister Terry.

Please come in.

This is Barnaby Jones, an old friend.

How do you do? How do you do? I'm sorry
about your sister.

Thank you.

Barnaby's a private investigator.

I've asked him to try and find out what
really happened to Marie.

Please don't bother.

Whoever stopped those machines did her a
kindness.

I'd rather not be drawn into a
philosophical debate on that point.

Nor do I want to see one of my nuns end
up in the hooscow. Oh, that's

ridiculous. I already told you I didn't
touch those machines.

Terry, you like working with your young
runaways, don't you? Well, you know I

do. Then don't be obstinate.

You see, if the district attorney elects
to prosecute, then the juvenile

authorities may suspend you and relieve
you of your duties in Runaway House.

And I'm very much afraid the church
would have to go along, my dear.

All right.

Where do we start?

Why don't we start with the accident
that put Marie in the hospital in the

place? Although I understand that the
police can't decide whether it was an

accident or whether somebody pushed her.

You mean murder?

Somebody did turn off that machine.

And I'm wondering whether it wasn't
somebody who was finishing up what they

started in fear that Marie would recover
and start pointing the finger.

Oh, no.

Did you know any of her friends?

We went our separate ways.

No. Where did she work?

She said she was going to be a model.

She said she was going to work for Mr.

Fairmont or Fairfax or... Well, that's
someplace to start.

Thank you.

Thank you very much. I'll have my
secretary get right on it. Thank you,

Something I can do for you?

I'm the manager here.

Oh, my name is Rawson.

Wouldn't happen to have a vacancy.

Well, I'll have a deluxe in a couple of
days after it's cleaned. All I got right

now is one bedroom in the back.

Well, I'm sure that'll do.

You know, the first time I saw this
courtyard from the street out there, it

reminded me of the days when I was
stationed in Hawaii.

Now, if you just had a couple of
Hawaiian hula dancers...

No, no, no, not that scarf.

Have you no eye for color? I clearly
said the blue, the blue.

Freddie Fairfield?

My name is Barnaby Jones. Please, I have
no time for buyers before the show.

Oh, I'm not a buyer. I'm a private
detective.

Well, I have no time for them.

Tacky profession, tacky, tacky. All
right, dear.

I understand that Marie Holcomb used to
work for you.

Marie Holcomb?

Oh, yes, I understand she moved on to
that great fashion show in the sky. Poor

dear.

Was she supposed to work in this show?

Oh, no, Marie left my employ over a year
ago. I had no idea what happened to her

until I read about it in the papers.

It's all too distressing.

I'm sorry I can't be of more help.

Excuse me, please.

Barnaby.

Barnaby Jones, Rita Carbone.

How do you do?

She says she lived with Marie Holcomb a
while back.

When's the last time you saw Marie?

A month ago. I ran into her coming out
of a restaurant in Beverly Hills.

Look, we're rehearsing for a show. This
is important, Miss Carbone.

We're trying to get a line on everybody
who saw Marie during the last few days

of her life.

Why don't you ask her fiancé? He could
tell you a lot more than me.

What do you mean? She was going to be
married?

Well, she was dropping a lot of love,
cherish, and obey hints while the guy

getting the car out of the parking lot.

Remember who the guy was?

Hendricks, I think she said.

Yeah, that's it. Dave Hendricks.

And where might I find him?

All Marie said was that he worked for
some large computer company, I think.

I... Rita!

You're keeping everybody waiting.

Excuse me.

Well, what do you think?

Come on, come on.

I think you ought to stay and have lunch
with the lady.

I'd be able to dig something up.

Well, okay, but I'm a little short of
cash.

The buffet is free.

And you are overdrawn at the bank and
also in the petty cash drawer.

If you find anything vital, give me a
call.

Mr. Jones, sorry to keep you waiting.
It's been a little hectic around here

getting moved into this new office and
everything.

How are you? Fine. And the way those
sales are jumping off the top of the

there, I would say that you ought to get
ready for another move into the

president's office.

Well, anyway, what are you in the market
for? We've got it all here.

Anything from hand calculators to
satellite communications instruments,

it, we've got it. And if we don't have
it, I'll get it for you.

Well, no, I... I'm just an investigator
looking into the death of Marie Holcomb.

Oh. Well, what does that have to do with
me?

Well, let me understand this.

You were going to marry her.

Marry Marie?

That's what she told a friend of hers.

Well, how could I, Mr. Jones? You see,
I'm already married.

Very happily so.

Any idea why she would have lied about a
thing like this?

No, except for a while my wife and I
were Separated when I was running around

with Marie she She might have taken too
much for granted Could she have gotten

the impression that you were gonna get a
divorce?

No that that subject was never mentioned
you see My boss.

Mr. Jones is a very conservative man
divorce for me would be unthinkable

Very pretty lady smooth sailing to you
both it already is

as a matter of fact These last six weeks
have been the happiest of our marriage.

Six weeks?

You were seen in Beverly Hills with
Marie a month ago.

Hey, I might have been seen with her,
but it wasn't a date or anything. I

into her. I bought her a drink for old
time's sake. That's all. Nothing to it.

Well, are you sure that there was
nothing to it as far as she was

Jones, look.

Marie and I had a thing for a while, but
when it was over, it was over.

Now, she might have...

Well, what's the difference now anyway?

None.

Unless it turns out that she posed a
threat to your future.

In which case, there are people who
might feel that you had a motive for

something foolish.

I didn't kill Marie.

That nun did.

That's what a lot of people think.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Hendricks.

You'll find Mr. T over there.

Hi,

Freddie. Suzanne.

I got a trick you haven't met yet.

Half sake, half champagne. She'll knock
you out.

Valley Hills Motor Lodge.

She'll be right over.

Don't forget, honey, your book for
tonight, so don't make a romance out of

Hey, you slumming or just looking in to
see how your charm school graduates are

doing? Don't be facetious.

We've got trouble.

You ever hear of Barnaby Jones?

Sounds like an off -brand whiskey.

He's a private detective digging into
Marie Holcomb's death.

Does she know anything about our
business arrangement?

I don't think so.

Well, then relax. Don't buy trouble.

How can I?

I run a legitimate business. If it gets
out, I'm also supplying you with girls.

That kind of publicity would ruin me.

Stay cool, man.

If Jones gets too close, I'll take care
of him. Count on it.

You better.

Because you'll find yourself in the
gutter with me if Jones ever connects to

fact that our nun's sister was one of
your best hookers.

All right, come on. We're far enough
away. Nobody will find us. And here is a

very good spot.

If Freddy catches us when he gets back,
he'll throw us dead.

What are you worried about?

Beautiful girl like you, got a modeling
job anywhere, huh?

Not if Freddy Fairfield bum -raps you
around town.

He's done it before.

You mean like Marie, for instance?

Is that why she quit modeling after she
left Fairfield's stable?

You know, I didn't expect this was love
at first sight.

But it can be the start of something
really groovy.

If you'll just stop asking me about
Marie.

What is it? What's the matter? Why
does...

Talking about her make you so uptight.

Mom's away.

Look, I, uh... I better get back.

Showtime's in ten minutes.

Look.

Did you know that Marie had a sister?

Yeah, but none.

A saint and a sinner.

Boy, somebody could write a book.

What do you mean, a sinner?

What do you mean, she had her share of
trouble?

Honest, J .R., Freddy'd come down real
hard on me if he knew I was blabbing

about his models, past or present.

Look, now Marie's sister's doing a lot
of good for runaway kids.

Huh?

And I know you would not feel very good
about yourself if you let all that come

to a grinding halt.

If you say I helped you in any way...
Scout's honor.

I promise.

Try Suzanne Montaigne.

She moved in with Marie after me.

All right.

Where do I find Suzanne Montana? Here.

Call this number.

If you have the price, she'll find you.

Got your message.

You said you got a hot lead.

Yeah, I didn't mean to put it that way,
but Marie's ex -roommate, after she

moved out on Rita, I called and made an
appointment for 2 .30.

It's 2 .30 now.

Hadn't we better go?

No, no, we're going to meet her here.

Here?

She had a diet.

I don't think you're aware that your
expense account is bursting at the

Yeah, well, I meant to talk to you about
that point. This is going to cost about

a hundred bucks.

A hundred bucks?

Yeah, it's what they, you know, they
call the going rate.

Going rate for what?

What do you know what I'm talking about?
You know.

Hi, fellas.

I'm Suzanne.

How do you do? Suzanne?

Well, which one is Mr.

Jones? He is what I am.

We both are.

Oh, come on now. It would be easier if
one of you was Mr.

Smith. That's what most of my clients
call themselves.

Well, you see, we're both named Jones.
We're related. I'm Barnaby Jones. He's

Jedediah.

And I understand that we have a $100
misunderstanding.

Oh, come on. That's the going rate.

Yeah, and I don't mind paying the going
rate for some information.

What kind of information?

About your ex -roommate, Marie.

You two fuzz or something?

Private. We're looking into her death.

Well, I moved out on Marie about two
months ago.

I don't know anything else except what I
see on the tube.

That apartment where you and Marie
lived, it's rather an expensive

Now, when Marie provided her half of the
rent, did she get that from the same

line of work?

You ever hear the word ethics?

In my line of business, it means you
keep your mouth shut.

And you, you keep that hundred.

Maybe Mr. T will give us the
information.

You know about him?

Wait a minute, who's Mr. T?

Jedediah's new in town.

You see, in these parts, when girls like
Suzanne and Marie want to operate, they

can only do it through Mr.

T's stable, or they don't operate,
right?

If you know Mr.

T, then you know how rough he can make
it on girls talking out of school.

Marie is dead.

Somebody tried to push her off a cliff
and then later somebody pulled the plug

on the machine that was keeping her
alive.

That adds up to murder.

Now, did she or didn't she work for him?

Yes, up until a few weeks ago. And then
she quit.

Why did Mr. T like that?

He doesn't like people walking out on
him.

Like I told you, he can make it pretty
rough.

That's all I'm saying.

Goodbye.

Man, they figure a guy can get all this
talent into one roof, huh?

Well, maybe you ought to circulate among
the congregation and find out.

I'm sorry, Mr. McClintock, but Mr. T
says he doesn't know you.

Well, I'll just have to step over and
remind him.

Like I told the maid, I don't know no
McClintock from Dallas.

Oh, he's good enough to get me through
the front door.

From now on, I'll just be Barnaby Jones'
private investigator.

Yeah, one that's been asking around
about that dame that got snuffed by her

sister. Marie Holcomb.

I understand she used to do a lot of her
sunbathing around here.

You mean, did she work for me? No.

Hung around, nibbled around the edges,
that's all.

The way I heard it, she was one of your
number one girls and you got pretty hot

at her when she quit.

Whoever said that, you bring him here,
let him say it to my face.

Well, I have the impression they might
be afraid and be roughed up or maybe

shoved off a cliff the way Marie was.

Beat it, Jonesy.

I'm a very busy man.

Maybe you need a long vacation.

I'll see what I can do for you.

Watch the pool on the way out.

Hey.

You know what?

Miss Dreamboat over there says she knew
Marie when they first started out

modeling, and guess who?

Freddie Fairfield. Right. And when I
asked her how many other careers

launched around here, she just clammed
up.

Listen to me, you crumb.

If I take heat, I ain't taking it alone.

Hey, wait a minute. What are you talking
about?

Don't play games, sucker.

Barnaby Jones was just here.

You think I put him on to you?

Nobody else would have the guts to try
to tie me to Marie.

I didn't do it, I swear.

Hear me, pal. Hear me good. If I go
down, I don't go down alone.

Just some household bills and...

Some personal mail dating back a few
years. Nothing to indicate who she saw

what she was doing those last few days.

Well, what she was doing is no longer a
mystery anyway.

Barnaby, how do we tell Sister Terry
that Marie was a prostitute?

Well, I think it's far better she
learned it from me than by reading it in

newspaper.

Call a convent. Tell them I'm coming
over.

Oh, she's not there.

She went back to Marie's to pack up a
few things.

And the phone service there's been cut
off.

Want to drive you over?

No, thanks. I think it's better that I
saw her alone.

I got it, I got it.

Barnaby Jones office?

This is Mr. T. I want Jones.

Uh, Barnaby just stepped out. You'll
have to call back. I'm sorry.

Look, pal, this is important. I got
information that's going to save him and

especially me a lot of aggravation.

Like I think I know who pulled the plug
on Marie Holcomb. So tell me where he is

because it won't wait.

All right.

He's on his way to Marie's apartment
now, but the phone's been disconnected

there. Marie's place.

Okay, I'll catch him there.

Yes? Tell Jones Mr. T is here.

Mr. Jones isn't here.

Well, then he's on his way, so come on,
open up.

Well, honey, I was a friend of Marie's.

Uh, I'd rather you wait outside there.

Come on, honey, he's on his way over.
Please, please.

What are you doing here?

Lieutenant, you don't seem to believe
what I'm saying. What earthly reason

I have to harm this man?

He was a well -known procurer.

Your sister worked for him.

Now, some people might put that all
together and make a pretty good revenge

motive out of it.

She worked for that man?

I was hoping you wouldn't have to learn
about it like this.

Well, I knew she was headstrong.

Promiscuous.

I guess I just didn't want to believe
anything more.

Lieutenant, don't you think Sister
Terry's been through enough today?

Yes.

All right, you can go now.

I'm sorry I'm the one that has to put
you through this.

Well, I'll be at the convent if you need
me.

Now, you don't really believe that she's
capable of murder, do you?

You want my job?

Huh?

All right, take it. It's yours.

I'll go fishing for a change.

Just because the apartment manager saw
her at the top of the stairs when Mr. T

fell down doesn't prove that she pushed
him.

No. And just because she was in her
sister's hospital room just a few

before Marie stopped breathing doesn't
mean she did that either.

But it sure raises an itch that needs
scratching, as you would say.

Maybe you ought to go away for a while.
Go fishing.

Might cure your itch.

I'm going to call Barnaby from the
manager's office.

Sister, don't touch anything.

Well, whoever tore this place up sure
wanted something bad.

Someone's still striking out at him.

The question is who.

And what did they want?

No use taking inventory now.

Except for a couple of personal items. I
guess we'll just have the truck from

the runaway house come and pick
everything up.

Sister, was Marie a great deal taller
than you?

About an inch or so. Why?

The way this mirror's hung.

Betty, why would a girl hang a mirror
five or six inches higher than she

No reason that I can figure.

It's a two -way mirror.

I think we just struck pay dirt.

Hidden camera.

A videotape recorder.

Empty. The way it was angled, it was
aimed right at the bed.

Remote control device.

Blackmail.

I don't think I can handle much more of
this.

I'm sorry, sister.

Maybe Betty should take you home.

Yes.

No, it's... I want to know.

Betty. Will you check this for serial
number and see if there's a registered

owner? Well, I'm going to go down and
talk to the manager, see if he knows me.

Good idea. And Jedediah, stay close to
the manager's phone. I may want to call

you.

I'm going back over to Mr.

T's.

Have another talk with Suzanne.

Is this a blackmail?

We got a brand new ballgame.

But nobody came in or out last night
except tenants.

Nobody else knows suspicious -looking
strangers?

Well, I wouldn't call that none or her
friends suspicious.

They were the first non -tenants here
since the police left off guarding the

place. Well, then whoever broke into
Miss Holcomb's apartment must have been

tenant.

One of my tenants, a burglar?

Well, obviously an amateur.

Can I see a tenant list?

Hey, don't be stingy, huh?

They don't give unemployment insurance
to us ladies, you know.

Well, that should cover expenses at the
new place on the strip.

In a couple of weeks after things cool
down, there'll be business as usual

new management.

Freddie Fairfield.

Well, I never would have expected to
find you here, but then why shouldn't

have an interest in these girls? Some of
them used to be Fairfield models,

didn't they?

Few of the fallen angels, yes.

I read of their predicament and wanted
them to know I stand ready to help in

way I can.

That's the kind of charity that covers a
multitude of sins, isn't it?

Exactly. Goodbye, Suzanne.

He drop in here often?

Not as often as you.

The possibility arises that Marie and
Mr.

T's deaths were mixed up in a blackmail
operation.

Do you know anything about that?

Sometimes things get a little kinky
around here, but that's as far as it

It might clear things up if I knew
exactly where Mr.

Fairfield fits in around here.

I don't mean his supplying girls for Mr.

T.

It's more serious than that.

You hear that?

The only thing I consider serious is
when it stops ringing.

Hello.

For you.

Yes. I traced the serial number of the
camera, and I turned up a warranty, and

guess who it's registered to?

Teletext Computer Company.

Fascinating. The way your sales took
that sensational jump three months ago.

That's just about the time you told me
that you loaned the camera to Marie

Holcomb, isn't it?

I didn't keep track of the date.

Tell me, does Teletext Computers make a
practice of lending their equipment to

blackmailers?

You just hold the phone.

I told you that I didn't know what she
was going to do with it. A careful,

cautious man like you, and you didn't
know.

That story's kind of hard to swallow by
disinterested folks like Lieutenant

Biddle down at police headquarters.

Oh, now, come on. We don't have to bring
the police into this.

Knowing Lieutenant Biddle, I can
understand your concern.

He might even think you were in it with
Marie.

Why don't we ask him?

No.

I mean, okay, but it was Marie's idea.

Look. I deal with a lot of out -of -town
buyers, and out -of -town buyers, they

like to come and... They get loans.

And they want to have some fun, so I'd
send them over to Marie.

And along about morning, she'd tell them
they have just become movie picture

stars.

Look, Mr. Jones, can we just keep the
police out of this, please?

No.

But you can make it a lot easier on
yourself by demonstrating that you're

willing to be cooperative.

How?

By telling me the names of everyone you
and Marie shook down?

Have a nice flight now, Mr. Olsen.

Right.

Six shakedowns in three months.

You and Marie were one busy little pair,
weren't you?

You know, Johns, when you really come
down to it, who really got hurt by all

this? Nobody, because those clients
didn't spend one red cent of their own

money, because when Marie put the
pressure on them, they'd come running to

and I'd pay off for them.

Yes, but the payoffs weren't nearly as
much as the commissions that you were

extracting from your buyers by
persuading them to buy two and three

much merchandise as their firms needed.

Okay, I'll make a deal with you.

I give you the name of the person that I
think probably killed Marie and Mr. T,

and you keep my name out of it.

I'll put in a good word for you.

Where it counts.

That's all I can promise.

John Kevin Klassen.

Colonel, U .S. Air Force Procurement.

Well, it could be a federal case.

Wouldn't even make a drop in the defense
budget.

Yeah, I know. Nobody hurt but us
taxpayers.

Why him in particular?

Well, this is the way it comes down.

I sign a big contract.

I pay off Marie. Marie gives the client
the tape.

Sweet, greedy Marie. She started making
extra copies of the tapes.

And she gave the Colonel the old double
squeeze.

As a matter of fact, the day before her
accident, Cloughton called here and said

he wasn't going to let her get away with
it anymore because if he did, she'd be

blackmailing him forever.

Call for you.

Thank you.

Wannabe? Yeah, what do you got?

The police didn't allow any strangers in
or out until they were called off this

morning, which means that the ransacker
was probably one of the tenants.

Find out if one of them is named Colonel
John Kevin Clausen. All right, wait a

minute. I got a list right here.

Uh, no.

You sure?

All right, I got a Jake Rawlson.

You think he might be using an alias
that sounds like Clausen? Could be.

Is Rawlson a military man?

Well, he didn't talk much.

Except he did say something about being
stationed in Hawaii.

Closen from Hawaii?

Used to be head of procurement at Hickam
Field, huh, Lilla?

Sounded like it could be our man.

Terrific, he's gone.

Took a cab to the airport a little while
ago.

My mother was the same way.

Whenever we moved to a new apartment,
she felt obligated to leave the old one

the way she found it.

Not much of an epitaph for a sister, is
it?

Come on, have some coffee.

Uh, come in, it's open.

Excuse me, please. The other lady, would
she keep the apartment?

What lady?

Miss Marie's friend.

If she doesn't, the manager wishes her
to return the key.

What's she talking about?

Well, I remember Barnaby saying that
Suzanne Montaigne shared the apartment

until a couple of months ago.

In fact, the woman Barnaby went to this
Mr. T's to talk to.

The same.

I'm going to go talk to her.

Please, Sister Terry, it's really not
the kind of place you should go to.

I've got to stop burying my head in the
sand.

If this woman can help me understand why
Marie did what she did, well, then

maybe I can help my runaway kids from
doing the same thing.

All right, let's go.

Someone's got to be here when the truck
comes to pick up these boxes.

Would you mind?

Are you sure you want to do that?

I'll call you as soon as I get in. Bye.

Here he is. Colonel Clausen.

Oh, what can I... The name's Rolson. I'm
afraid you've got the wrong man.

Clausen, Rolson.

What name were you using that night
where he fell off the cliff?

Who are you, anyway?

I was at the Veterans Hospital for a
checkup.

Overnight. It's in the record.

Well, now, being a non -veteran myself,
Colonel, I know that a man can easily

slip out of a hospital for a couple of
hours if he wants to bed, no?

Or to go through a dead girl's apartment
looking for a piece of videotape.

Now, if you know that much, you must
know that the Air Force is my life. This

could stir up a congressional
investigation and ruin my whole career

tape falls into the wrong hands.

What do you mean, if that videotape
falls into the wrong hands?

Did you find a copy in Marie's
apartment?

Well, if I did, I wouldn't be flying
home to sit by the phone and wait for

partner to name her price.

Her? A woman?

Well, who is it? What's her name?

Red is the only name Marie called her
by.

A redhead.

And she was there when you got to the
apartment?

Yeah, I got the impression that she
lived there or used to.

Well, we certainly know somebody who
fits that description.

We sure do.

The church isn't taking over the lease
on this house, is it?

No. I'm looking for Suzanne Montaigne.

Well, if she's still here, upstairs,
second door on the left. Thank you.

Clausen. That's right.

Look, how many Colonel John K. Clausens
do you think there are?

Look, I'm sick and tired of getting a
run around.

Now, I was told he was due back there in
Washington four days ago.

All right.

Now, you tell the colonel for me that
the next time I call, he better be in,

else some very interesting tape will
turn up in embarrassing places.

That's right, videotape. He'll know what
I mean.

Who the hell are you?

Marie, sister.

Those tapes you were talking about,
she's in them, isn't she?

Hey, look, everybody's got to be out of
here by 2 o 'clock.

I knew she couldn't have thought up a
blackmail scheme like that by herself.

Someone like you would have to put her
up to it.

Don't kid yourself.

It was her idea all the way.

Then when we got ready to really make it
pay off, she got cold feet.

I remember now.

The hospital.

When I went... to see Marie before she
died.

You were in the lobby.

No, I, uh, I was doing something else. I
had a trick that night.

Yes, you were. Why are you lying?

You stopped those machines.

You killed her.

Oh, you're just like Marie.

You don't know when to shut up.

They're here It's her license all

of a sudden it's very quiet around here
You

take the upstairs

Barnaby Jones.

When he comes in, tell him I'm holding a
prisoner for him.

Please, please, don't get up.

John? Agnes Elizabeth.

Thank you, young man.

Well, is it all cleared up?

Just about, sister.

Yeah, we're just finishing up on Suzanne
Montaigne's statement.

Are the kids at the runaway house
waiting for me to start the charity

Yes.

Well, there's not much more to tell.
When Marie told her she wanted out of

blackmail scheme, Suzanne went wild.

They had a fight, and whether she meant
to or not, Suzanne pushed Marie over

that cliff.

Something still puzzles me, Barnaby.

Why did Suzanne kill Mr. T?

Well, apparently, Suzanne overheard a
phone call that Mr.

T made to me in which he said he thought
he knew who killed Marie, and she

panicked. Well, I'd like to thank all of
you.

And before we go, Runaway House is
raffling off two round -trip tickets to

San Diego Zoo.

John, I'm certain your associates would
be highly pleased if you purchased one

for each of them.

And you, young man, how many would you
like?

Oh, well, I would love to spring for
one, sister, really, I would, but I'm

overdrawn at the bank, right, boy?

Rest assured, my friend.

Barnaby is not to be outmatched by
Lieutenant Biddle's generosity toward

staff.

Isn't that true, Barnaby?

Of course.

How many tickets is Lieutenant Biddle
taking?

About 20.

I think about 21.

21.

21.