All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s06e04 Yesterdays Terror

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Ebsen, also

starring Lee Merriweather, Mark Shera,
with

guest stars Susan Howard, Michael
Basileon, special

guest star Granville Van Dusen.

Tonight's episode, Yesterday's Terror.

Hi, Sandy.

You're making your rounds a little
earlier than usual, aren't you? Oh, Mrs.

Dunsley, ever since your husband
announced you taking that big job in

he's become a real Simon Legree about
getting things ship -shaped.

The point is, Tom, that there wouldn't
be any flack from the press if the

Treasury Department's ER people said up
front that my appointment to the World

Bank isn't going to create a conflict of
interest.

Fine. Well, that's why my first move was
to put my firm into a blind trust.

Uh -huh.

I thought you were going to say about
closing down the beach house. We leave

London in three days.

I have to stop by St.

Angela's first.

Uh -huh.

All right.

All right. Well, give me five or six
weeks to get my feet wet at the World

and then you can set up all the in
-depth interviews you want, okay?

Did you forget to make out the check?

Check? For the television sets, the
girls at St. Angeles.

You may not realize it, but those sets
are just as important as any of the

billion -dollar loans you make.

Darling, I'm very proud of the work
you're doing at St. Angeles, but don't

think that contributing color TV sets
and all those other frills to a home for

unwed mothers makes life there just a
little too attractive for your fallen

angels? And what would you have me do
with them, hmm?

take them out and stone them to death
like they did in the olden days?

You know what else they did in the olden
days?

What?

Well, the one with the muscles threw the
one with the long, fluttering eyelashes

over his shoulder and took her to his
cave.

Yeah? Sometimes they weren't seen again
for weeks.

Weeks, huh? Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

Excuse me. Oh, it's all right, Sandy.

I have just realized that my wardrobe is
incomplete.

See, uh, I'm going to have to rush out
and buy myself a pair of long,

eyelashes.

Well, like I always taught my girls,
brother, never keep a John waiting.

Or he might take his action somewhere
else.

Look, I ask you not to call me treasure
anymore.

Here.

Is this bonds?

I've given you my money.

I've sold most of my jewelry. I'm sorry,
but that's the best that I can do.

I don't know anything about this kind of
paper.

They're bearer bonds.

Fully negotiable.

There's not a fence in the world that
wouldn't give you 60, 65 % of their face

value. So I net out of this about 30
,000, huh?

Yeah.

You add it to the rest of the money I've
already given you, and I figure that

makes us even.

When was it you said you were heading
for London?

End of the week?

Yeah, Friday.

She'll give you plenty of time to dip
into the well one more time.

No, I won't.

I won't.

Look, treasure.

Maybe this guy you hooked loves you
enough to say so what if I tell him you

once one of my top stars.

But what about the newspapers?

Hell, he'd be lucky to end up as dog
catch after the circus they'd make of

You're never gonna stop.

Look, I took you out of a dime store
soda farm and made you the flashiest

in the business.

Now you're Mrs. Got Rocks and I end up
in the gutter.

You owe me, you dig?

Look, you got to give me some time.

I can't go back there today.

Well, nobody's rushing you.

Tomorrow will be just fine.

And try and grab a bigger handful of
bonds this time.

About $100 ,000 worth and I'm out of
your life good.

Then I put the bonds in the car and
started off on my rounds.

Same as I always do.

Okay. Thank you, Miss Wright. That'll be
all for now.

Well, Barnaby, looks like your insurance
company's getting off easy on this one.

Well, I assure you that California
Meridian Insurance Company isn't exactly

doing a jig over losing $53 ,000.

Could have been a lot worse.

Must be over a million dollars. Where
are the bonds in here?

It was one of the employees.

Why would they settle for a mere $53
,000 worth from Mr. Wright's car?

Well, if it was one of the employees,
maybe they didn't have access to this

room. Or it could be a simple case of
the bonds being mislaid.

Are you sure these premises were
searched thoroughly?

Twice. We didn't finish the second
search until, uh, four this morning.

All right, Mr. Dantley. I'll be in
touch.

Come up with anything you let me know,
Barnaby.

Sandy.

Uh... This is the man from the insurance
company, Barnaby Jones. How do you do?

I told him you'd be happy to cooperate
if he had any questions.

I've already told the lieutenant
everything I know. Well, it never hurts

a second look at things. Sometimes you
pick up bits and pieces that enable

everybody to get home in time for
supper.

The bonds were in the cart when I left
the file room and were gone by the time

was supposed to deliver them to Mr.
Jordan's office. That's all I can tell

Is this the cart that you use?

Yes.

Do you usually bring it into the office
when you deliver the bond?

No, usually I'll leave it in front of
the door, but it's never out of my sight

for more than a moment or two.

Well, in a moment or two, somebody
passing by could possibly lift something

of it.

How long has Ms. Wright worked for you?

Oh, about three years.

Sandy is one of my top people. You don't
suspect her, do you?

Well, if it does turn out to be an
inside job, by definition, it usually

out to be someone you trust.

I'd like to have a list of all your
employees.

Of course.

And ask the receptionist if she can
provide me with a list of all the

that came by her desk yesterday morning.

This way.

Mrs. Dunsley.

Friends, remember?

Sit down. Sit down. You don't need to be
standing.

How are you?

Fine. Good.

Oh. Blue.

Something tells me that you expected to
be a boy.

Uh -huh. Even picked out a name for him.
Troy.

That's my father.

Your father? So I don't know who my
father really is.

But little Troy doesn't have to know
that.

Little Troy.

will know who his father is.

Sister Mary told me about your boyfriend
getting out of jail.

Yeah. Rudy called a while ago from that
halfway house where he's staying.

Said he was coming over.

I think it's terrific.

I hope you'll be very happy.

You don't think I'm going to marry him.
I'm afraid of him. That's the only

reason I agreed to see him. I mean, he's
a killer.

Sister Mary told me that it was just a
bar fight, an accident.

That's what everybody thought. So they
put him away for eight months and call

manslaughter. But I was there.

Rudy meant to kill that man.

And it wasn't just because he made a
pass at me. Rudy likes hurting people.

Here comes Dreamboat now.

Look at him. He even walks like he's
looking for trouble.

Stick around. You'll see.

No, honey. I have an appointment.

I promise. I'll talk to you before I
leave.

Hey, Treasure, take a card.

Why are you following me?

I told you that you would have to wait.

You said tomorrow.

This is tomorrow.

Cal, there is a private investigator.

Police all over the place.

You're just going to have to give me a
couple of weeks, at least until things

have quieted down.

You're talking like you're holding the
cards, not me.

Remember, Mrs. Dunsley, there's also a
little murder rap waiting for you back

Miami.

Murder.

You really are a creep, aren't you?

Ace of spades.

Guilty as charged.

That John was a beast.

A sadist.

And you knew it when you set him up with
me.

Didn't give you any call to push him
down a flight of stairs.

He would have strangled me.

Look, I was just trying to protect
myself.

The case is still open as a homicide.

They know that John had a hooker in the
room with him.

They just don't know who the hooker is.

Yet.

Look.

My husband is out of the office for the
rest of the day.

I have no excuse to go back there.

You're just going to have to wait until
tomorrow.

Sure.

As long as you get those bonds to me
before that big bird takes off for

Mm -hmm

That's right, an inter -office delivery
card.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Collins.
I appreciate that.

As well, thank you.

No, I'm sorry too, right.

Bye -bye.

Anything? No.

All the clients who were at Dunsley
yesterday were either coming in by

or they weren't anywhere near the
executive hallway.

I'm afraid I haven't done much better
with this list of employees.

Honey? Look who I found.

Barnaby.

Betty, my dear.

Beautiful as ever.

Oh, yes, I know, Howie. And if only I
had enough money to afford you.

Do you know where I found him? I found
him hanging around Superior Court making

passes at rich divorcees.

Oh, Howie, when will you ever learn?

You think some other guy isn't helping
my ex spend the alimony I pay her?

I figure one hand washes the other.

Well, now, Howie, you help us, and maybe
we'll chip in on your next monthly

payment. Yeah, Jasmine filled me in
about those missing bonds.

They're on the griddle. Howie figures
that the Dunsley bonds are too hot right

now and that none of the regular fencers
want to get caught with that kind of

heat in their inventory.

You figure they're still up for grabs.

And they'll stay that way, unless some
hotshot knows a way to travel the bonds

out of the country. You know, to where
they don't look too close at serial

numbers. If we come up with such a
buyer, you come up with a seller?

Well... There is this dude who seems to
be always plugged in on everything.

Ask him for an elephant and he'll come
up with Dumbo.

Only he might be a little tough to find
just now.

Well, here's a little finding money.

And this is for when you set him up for
us.

Okay.

But be careful on this one, Barnaby.

Why, do you know something we don't?

No. It's just that nothing about this
caper hit me as professional.

It smells more like a juggling act by an
amateur.

And amateurs scare me because you never
know what they're liable to do.

Listen, tell him to kill that beer and
send over two scotch raps over there.

Okay.

What is it, baby? Actually kind of slow,
huh?

No, I'm just waiting for somebody.

Wait? Anybody keep a fox like you
waiting should have his screw turned.

Well, you're not so bad yourself.

Yeah.

I've been watching you ever since I left
the halfway house. You were following

me.

Well, I've just been trying to figure
out your sign.

Why? Is it shown?

Aggressive.

Sees what he wants, goes after it. What
is it?

Scorpio or Taurus? Rudy.

Just plain old Rudy to my pals. What do
your pals call you?

That ought to cover it.

You know, just so we understand each
other.

If you're trying to say something to me,
say it in words.

Big numbers like this sort of confuse
me.

All right.

There's a man who's trying to hurt me.

And I want to hire somebody to stop him.

Isn't that what the cops are for? Why
don't you go to them?

I'll just scare him off.

He'll come back.

I want this man stopped permanently.

So you figure all you have to do is come
into a place like this, go eeny, meeny,

miny, moe, and pick yourself out someone
to take care of your problem, right?

Well.

A minute ago I asked you what your name
was, you didn't tell me what it was.

Let's just say that I'm the lady who's
going to give you $2 ,000 after you've

done the job.

Well, it looks like you just might have
bought yourself some peace of mind.

Here's to the money, lady.

Splendid collection, isn't it, Miss
Roberts?

Miss Roberts?

Oh, yes, they're magnificent.

Are you sure you won't join me in
breakfast?

Oh, thank you, no, Mr. Ordway. Mr.
Davidson and I have already eaten.

Those particular pieces have been
completely remounted.

I can guarantee the original owners
would never be able to identify them.

I don't doubt your professional
confidence, Mr. Ordway, but this isn't

of merchandise that we were looking for,
is it, madam?

No. Well, it would certainly sell
beautifully if we had clients in the

East. All that excess oil money, it's a
pity.

Let me understand something.

When Howie Spiller called to say that he
couldn't handle your action, to ask if

I was interested, I was led to believe
that you were both in a position to

travel top -grade merchandise overseas.

Well, possibly Mr. Spiller should have
been a little more specific.

You see, our contacts are in Athens and
Rome, and our people are looking to put

their money in a paper.

You mean stocks?

Bonds? Yes, if they're untraceable. Our
clients have large sums of undeclared

cash that they wish converted into
something small and safe.

Sounds like you're after bearer bonds.

The kind the papers mentioned were
stolen just recently.

Yes, I read where they were missing.

If they were stolen and you could get a
hold of them, it might do perfectly.

That might be possible, Mr. Davison.

How much can you use?

We work on a very small percentage. It'd
have to be 50 ,000 or upwards, or it

wouldn't be worth the risk.

Yes, and we are leaving this afternoon
for San Francisco to see some people who

might be able to help us up there. So if
you're interested in this doorway, it

will have to be fast.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you. We'll call you in a few
hours.

Do you still have the merchandise?

I still have it. You're in luck. I think
I can make a deal for all your

holdings.

And more.

A hundred thousand more?

You've got a deal.

But we don't have much time.

Yeah, well, uh... This afternoon, okay?

About 12, 1 o 'clock. Is that okay?

No. Sooner.

Where do I meet you?

The... Circle Shopping Center in
Northridge.

The east end of the parking lot.

And make it 11 o 'clock, not a minute
later. You're right.

Yes, uh... Mrs. Dunsley, please.

Get up.

I didn't want to be recognized in case
we were seen together.

Well, just hand over the bonds. You
won't have to worry about that again.

I'm going to need another hour.

Are you trying to pull something?

I told you, I can't go to the office
unless my husband's there.

He's on his way now.

All right.

I'll have to stall my guy.

Just hurry it up.

For old time's sake, I'm going to ask
you just one more time.

Let me off the hook.

You're wasting time.

Fifty -three thousand?

What happened to the other hundred
thousand?

There's been a hang -up.

It'll take another hour.

An hour?

That's cutting it pretty short.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink. No, I've
got to make another stop.

Uh, come over to my house when you get
the rest. I'll take them off your hands

then.

Betty, hi, let me speak to Barnaby.

It's that station wagon right there.

He asleep?

I don't know. He's been that way ever
since Ordway left about 20 minutes ago.

Let's have a look.

Is he dead?

They call it to the middle.

Illinois driver's license.

Name mean anything to you?

Calvin Timothy Green.

Nope.

Local bank account.

Mr. Green was doing all right for
himself.

Total's almost $12 ,000.

Three deposits in the last 10 days.

Also found 11 of these $100 bills in a
money belt.

But you found no trace of the bonds?

No.

You think it could have been some of
this money you saw Ordway handing back

Green? Not the bonds.

Well, to tell you the truth, Lieutenant,
I don't get to see $100 bills that

often, and I wouldn't know the
difference.

Maybe Ordway can shed some light on that
when you pick him up.

Already got out an APB on him, shouldn't
take long.

I'll let you know as soon as we got it.

It's our going away party.

I know.

But I promised that I would get the
money to St. Angeles before we left for

London.

Would you cash this for me?

This is the check I gave you yesterday.

Well, Sister Mary felt that when the
girls were ready to leave, a cash gift

would be more useful.

You know, it would sort of help them on
their way.

I only have 1 ,300 on hand.

That'll have to do.

I'm sorry, darling.

But I promise this won't take long.

Okay?

Good evening.

Good evening.

I hope I'm not too late for the party.

Not at all.

Frances, I don't think I know this man.

Oh, uh... This is the man from St.
Angeles.

He's on the Committee for Charities,
isn't that right?

I'm Ed Dunsley. I'm one of your biggest
customers.

Rudy Markham. I'm very big on charities
and that sort of stuff.

Rudy.

Yes, you must be here for the donation.

Sister Mary must have wanted to save me
the trip.

Here.

Well, you're a little short, but who's
counting?

Well, if that's all... Oh, no, I can't
leave without giving Mrs. Dunsley a

receipt. It's a tax deductible. Have you
got a pencil?

There's one on the study.

Francis.

the hell did you find me?

You left tracks, as they say.

Hey, your husband, he really does okay,
doesn't he?

How much more do you want?

Is that what you think, that I came here
to shake you down?

Let's get it over with.

Look, the bonds I took from the Marx
should bring in plenty, together with

money you just gave me.

That's going to do me just fine.

Well, then what is it you want?

I like you.

You what?

I like you.

I think you're about the prettiest woman
I've ever known.

You came here after what happened with
my husband and all my friends out there

to tell me that you like me.

Yeah.

You've been giving me the eye, haven't
you? I gave you the eye? Yeah.

I think you had better leave.

Right now.

And if I don't want you to call the
cops?

Listen, I like you. You like me. What's
so bad about that?

Look, this is insane.

If you like me, then go away and leave
me alone. Francis, you got this all

wrong. It's not like I'm asking you to
give all this up to marry me or nothing

like that.

But that doesn't mean we can't see each
other all the time.

Francis?

Oh, you're still here.

Ash.

We've been talking about this charity
business. It's so... I didn't mean to

interrupt you, but we're about to serve
dinner, so... Oh, well, thank you.

That's an invitation. I appreciate it.
That's nice.

Coming, Francis.

Yes,

I'll be out in a minute.

I forgot one thing, Ordway.

You switched the diamond in this one.
Only the ring itself happens to match

from the Morrison job in Palm Springs.

All right.

Maybe you can nail me for receiving
stolen goods, but not for murder. I

even knew this Cal Green.

You were seen in the station wagon with
him haggling over the bonds. If I stuck

a knife into him for the bonds, where
are they? Where?

Your men found everything else I was
holding.

Take Mr. Ordway back to the holding cell
till the district attorney's people get

here.

You got anything from Ordway?

Yeah, the creep.

J .R., when Ordway got out of that
station wagon, did he stop on the

side to say anything to Cal Green?

No, he just walked toward his car and
drove off.

Corner preliminary report.

You didn't see anybody else approach
that wagon?

I guess somebody could have when I went
to the phone booth to call Barnaby, but

that wasn't for more than half a minute.

It must have been when it happened,
John.

Green was killed by a knife thrust from
the left side.

At a downward angle.

The killer must have come at him through
the driver's side window.

Well, that definitely rules out Ordway,
but it still leaves us with how Green

got those bonds and where they are now.

Did you get a home address on Green from
his bank account?

General delivery.

Looks like his Illinois driver's
license.

Maybe Miami can do better for us.

You got something from Miami?

Yeah, seems the Chicago police are
holding a Miami warrant on Mr. Green

it's politely put, soliciting women for
immoral purposes.

He was a pimp?

I'll let you in on all the seamy details
when I get the TWX on his complete

record. We'll be waiting on your phone
call, John.

Hey, you know, my luck's changing.
You're right on time.

You look good in blue.

Here. Take it.

With my mother -in -law's.

And you should be able to get at least
$5 ,000 by.

And that's the end of it.

Do you understand?

Hey, I told you, I've got enough to last
us for a while.

Then it'll probably come in handy after
we get back from Mexico, son.

We?

What are you talking about?

You ever been there?

It's fantastic.

Especially a place called Guadalajara.

I think when that sun goes down and
those stars come out twinkling like a

million flashlights at night.

I think it's beautiful.

You're really serious, aren't you?

Yeah, I'm serious.

Your husband's going to be out of the
country, ain't he?

So what he don't know is not going to
hurt him, right?

Right away, we're from the same part of
town.

I'm really crazy about you, Francie.

My husband and I are leaving for London
this afternoon.

And if you do anything to mess it up, I
swear I'll kill you.

You couldn't kill anything, Francie. If
you could kill someone, what would you

be needing me for?

You wouldn't have needed me to begin
with.

And on the other hand, about your
husband, if he starts getting in the

you'd better start thinking of a good
funeral for him.

What are you talking about?

Well, maybe it's not a bad idea. You
know, he was put out of the way. You

hear it all. It was Luton. You and I
could do our thing out in the open.

Look, okay.

No, okay, okay.

Look, I'll do anything that you say.

Just don't let anything happen to Ed.

Well, that's something to keep in mind.

What time do you leave the house for the
airport?

One o 'clock.

I'll be over right after one o 'clock.

Okay.

Hey, put a six -pack on the ice, will
you?

Is that TWX from Miami?

Mm -hmm.

Full background on alias Calvin Green.
Real name?

Calvin Garrison. And as you can see,
procuring was not the only thing that

wished to discuss with him.

Hmm. Homicide.

Seems that one of the girls from his
prostitution stable is suspected of

a client.

Green was wanted as a material witness
for questioning.

Five years ago.

That's about the time he took off for
parts unknown while he was out on bail.

What happened to the girl?

Never found.

Oh, she had some prior arrests for
prostitution that's further on down.

Patricia Collier.

Interesting.

I wonder if her name is now Sandy
Wright.

The file clerk at Dunsley's Brokerage
Company?

Where's Jedediah?

Oh, my gosh, I forgot. He's still down.
Lieutenant Biddle's waiting for you to

show up where you were supposed to show
up.

Time to ask Lieutenant Biddle to rush me
a wire photo of Patricia Collier.

And you.

Am I going to have to tie a little bell
around your neck to know where you are?

I'll be having a talk with Sandy Wright.

Frances? Where are you?

Uh, yes, Sister Mary. I did promise her
that.

Uh... Well, if you think it's that
serious, of course I'll come over.

Yes.

What is it?

Do you know the girl that I told you
about at St. Mary's?

Mary Jo?

Well, uh, she's in labor.

And when they told her that I couldn't
be with her like I promised, well, she

went into hysterics.

They were afraid for the baby.

You know, I can't postpone the flight
there. They're holding off an emergency

meeting until I get there.

Well, there's no reason for you to.

I'll take the flight tomorrow.

doesn't work.

I had it disconnected this morning.

Tall lie like that at a time like this,
you must have had a pretty good reason

for wanting to stay.

Yes, I do.

What kind of trouble are you in, Fran?

Can't you tell me?

Oh, not now.

Look, it's just something... All right.

I'll just cancel my flight.

There's no reason for you to.

I only need one more day.

Just my bags.

I love you, Fran.

Go ahead.

All right, I'll have a reservation.

On a flight tomorrow.

Are you okay?

I'll be there.

No, I've never seen this man.

I've never even heard of him before all
this.

Should I have?

Well, I thought it might be possible.

He was operating out of Miami about the
time you were there.

Miami?

I stopped off there once for a couple of
days.

You were registered with an employment
office there for ten months.

If that's a mistake, I could keep
checking.

No, that won't be necessary.

I worked for Data Counting when I first
got to Miami.

After I quit, I hung around the beach
waiting for another job until I decided

head west.

Any particular reason why you didn't
mention that in your application here?

You see, I had to quit data counting
because the boss there made certain

demands.

Know what I mean?

And you're afraid Mr. Dunsley wouldn't
understand?

Well, you can imagine the kind of
recommendation that Lech would have

if Mr. Dunsley had asked for one.

Is that all?

Yes, thank you, Sandy.

I want to be.

This is the Miami Wire photo of Patricia
Collier.

Look at this.

It's a picture of Mr. Dunsley and his
wife.

Sandy.

Wait, Mr. Jones. I have to finish these
deliveries or I'll never get lunch.

Just one more question.

When you discovered that the bonds were
missing, did you notice whether Mrs.

Dunsley was in the vicinity?

Mrs. Dunsley? Yeah. Did you see her? Was
she in the building?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.

Why didn't you mention it to me or to
the police?

You wanted to know about employees or
clients.

Mrs. Dunsley.

Mrs. Dunsley is Mr. Dunsley's wife.

What the hell's going on?

A celebration. What does it look like?

My husband's on his way to Europe, and I
wind up with you.

I think that's something to celebrate
about, don't you?

Come on.

I'm not so hard to take, so why don't
you just plain old cool it, huh?

Here. You gonna celebrate or not?

Hey.

All right.

I'll tell you something, Francie. You
won't have no regrets. You played

with me, I'll play straight with you,
skull.

You know something?

What?

Why go to Mexico?

With a palace like this to live it up
in, we don't have to go anywhere.

Rudy, what about Mary Jo?

What about Mary Jo?

Well, I mean, she should be having your
baby any time now.

Don't you want the baby?

Are you kidding? That's what I went to
see Mary Jo about, to tell her it was

okay with me and she got rid of the kid.
And you know what she had the nerve to

tell me?

Get lost. Can you believe that?

You know, Rudy, you just keep saying the
wrong things.

I really didn't want it to be like this.

You blow me away, you get tagged for
murder once you're displayed, eh? No, I

don't think so.

I mean, look around.

Look at the mess you made when you tried
to attack me.

And I think the police will believe me
when I tell them how you broke in and I

had to shoot you to protect myself.

It's not like you've got company.

Don't you move.

Okay, Francine, now you be a good girl
now.

Come on.

Come on, let's move.

Mrs. Dunsley? Yes?

My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

This is my associate, Jedediah.

Your husband probably told you I've been
working on the matter of... My husband

isn't here.

And if you'll excuse me, I'm very busy.

This is very important.

It's about the bonds that were stolen
from your husband's firm.

I don't know anything about my husband's
business.

Frankly, it can probably be proven that
you took the bonds.

That's ridiculous.

I told you you needed me, Francie.

Rudy, forget it. It is all over.

Better listen to the lady.

No. You think I'm crazy enough to give
all this up? Not on your life, not on

both of your lives.

There are no bullets in the gun.

It's empty.

Well, Rob, I couldn't kill anybody. I
just did this hoping I could scare you

away. I'll take that.

Lady said.

It's all over.

Mrs.

Dunsley says you can get her husband's
London phone number from his office.

Would you call him for me, please?

Yes, of course.

What would you like me to say?

I don't know, really.

I guess, uh, just tell him that I'm
sorry.

And that I never really meant to hurt
anybody.

It just seemed like I never had a
choice.

Well, maybe you did.

Maybe if you'd gone to your husband when
Green first started black... No, I

don't think Ed would have understood.

Are you sure?

We better go.

Let's go, Jedediah.

I have one lousy phone call to make.