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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production. Starring Buddy Epson. Also

Lee Merriweather.

Mark Schera.

With guest stars Vera Miles, John David Carson,

Deborah White, John McLean.

With special guest star Salome Jens.

Tonight's episode, the reincarnation.

You, of all people, Dr. Welker, not having enough sense to stay at home with

cold. The older I get, the more my patients nag me instead of me them.

Three fingers of brandy for you. That's my remedy for what ails you. Now, you've

got to follow my prescription for a change.

Oh, Diane, what a lovely party. And you look absolutely magnificent.

Thank you, Alice.

Diane always looks magnificent.

As a matter of fact, I'd say smashing.

That's why I never give a party without you two.

Oh, excuse me.

Miriam, you old... I thought you weren't going to come.

Diane, don't you know better than to say, oh, to divorcee, turn to school for

the fourth time.

I thought you and Greg had already settled on being married. Shh, not so

haven't told him yet.

You're impossible.

At least I'm always in there swinging.

It's you, Diane, are doomed to drink your loving cups alone for the rest of

life. Now, don't start playing marriage broker.

I'm only trying to be a pal, pal.

How in heaven's name do you ever expect to land another man?

If the first thing the poor fellow sees when he comes in this mausoleum is that

thing staring out at him. Yes, I guess I should move it.

I will one day.

Where's Gwen?

Oh, no.

That can't be her little niece from San Francisco.

Hi, Aunt Diane.

Gwen, where have you been?

I just went to freshen up.

Hi, Miriam. It's good to see you again.

It can't be more than three years since your last visit here to Lake Crispel.

And look at you.

She brought her boyfriend, too. They're going to spend a couple of weeks with

me. By the way, where is David? Isn't it about time I met him?

He went into the village on some business. I thought he'd be back by now.

There he is.

Sorry I'm late.

You must be Diane.

Yes.

Gwen has told me so much about you, I feel like we've known each other for a

long time.

Uh, David, this is Miriam Powers, a friend of Diane.

It's uncanny, absolutely uncanny.

Afraid I don't understand. Uh, something wrong?

Diane, don't tell me that you don't see the resemblance if it's positively

chilling.

I knew there was something familiar.

You're right.

Hey, what is this?

A gag or something?

No, David.

That's my Uncle Thomas.

It's a self -portrait that he did not long before he died.

He was a very good artist.

David's an artist, too.

Oh, now, you really must be joking.

Sorry, but it's true.

Matter of fact, I was just in the village trying to get the gallery there

show some of my stuff.

Where ever did you meet this young man, Gwen?

He's a senior at Rutledge.

We were in an art history class together.

Oh, Diane, that reminds me. The books. I promised David I'd show him Thomas' art

book collection.

Oh, yes, of course. In the library.

Let's meet you.

Darling, let me get you a little stronger drink.

I have to talk to you, Diane.

What? What is it? We're not here.

It's important and private.

Well, um, let me freshen up. I'll meet you outside.

Alice, Seth, I want you to meet a very dear friend of mine, Joseph.

Oh, Mary, we've done it again.

California Meridian Insurance in for a big payoff on the duck?

With the double indemnity clause for accidental deaths, $200 ,000.

Oh, Doc, he didn't have an enemy in the world.

All I'm trying to say is... It's almighty puzzling.

Look, I've got a squad meeting, so you don't need me. Sure, we'll just poke

around a little longer.

If you come up with something, let me know.

Diane, I didn't mean to startle you.

What is it you want?

There's some people downstairs.

Outside. Sheriff Anderson said there would be some investigators from the

insurance company.

This is where it happened, isn't it?

You've never been in the studio before?

No.

When I would visit as a kid, I was too afraid.

Thomas was working on that the night he was murdered, 20 years ago.

Such awful memories.

Why don't you change it?

Redecorate.

It did.

Diane.

You don't...

Really think David looks that much like Thomas, do you?

What's wrong with that?

Thomas was my whole life.

I wish I could tell you more, but I was in the library with Gwen when they found

the body. Where is the library?

Towards the back of the house.

And you didn't hear the crash of that pot hitting the ground?

I heard a lot of things in the library.

Noises from the party and the wind.

Anyway, the library's on the other side of the house, away from where the

accident happened.

I am Diane Magnus. How do you do, Mr. Jones?

How do you do?

This is my associate, Jedediah Jones.

How do you do?

My niece, Gwen Wardlow.

Aside from being my personal physician for I can't tell you how long, Dr.

was also a very dear friend of mine, so anything I can do to help you with your

report, please let me know.

Well, just a couple of questions. I understand that you were the last person

talk to the doctor before he went outside.

Yes, he said he wanted to talk to me alone.

And then four or five minutes later, you went outside looking for him, according

to the report.

Well, I had a headache. I went to my room for some aspirin. Do you have any

what the doctor wanted to talk to you about? No, he probably just wanted to

scold me for not having my yearly physical.

Well, thank you very much. Mrs. Mangus if there's anything else we'll be in

touch with you anytime

Well

anyone

for lunch sounds great, but if you don't mind I want to take one into the

village Something I want to show her.

That gallery has decided to hang some of my pictures.

Oh, David, that's marvelous.

You don't mind, do you? Oh, of course not.

As a matter of fact, I'd like to go with you. I'd like to see some of your

paintings. Then what are we waiting for?

Come on.

Miss Wilson.

David!

I know I said I'd make you famous, but you've got to give me more time than

this. Oh, I just wanted Gwen and Diane to see your play.

He has paintings hanging on a gallery wall, he means.

Very nice, but none as good as David's.

He's a real find.

Which ones are David's?

None of these.

You haven't hung them yet?

I haven't had a chance to.

They're over here.

Superb, isn't it?

Are you the people from the insurance company who called yesterday?

Right, you must be Karen.

J .R. Jones, how are you? This is Barnaby Jones.

How do you do?

I hope we're not intruding on your lunchtime.

Well, that's okay.

Since Doc Welker died, all that's left for me to do around here is close out

practice. He worked for the doctor a long time.

A little over three years.

Then you ought to know whether there was anything unsettling him, any personal

problems. He seemed okay to me.

There's this notation in the sheriff's report. Something about a break -in on

the night the doctor died? Yeah, the report indicated that some narcotics

stolen. Hopped -up drug addicts, probably, who were passing through town.

We get them once in a while.

Well, they sure went out of their way to make a mess of things.

Why out of their way?

They tore through the old file room looking for the stuff.

We've never even kept drugs back there. Do you mind if we take a look?

I guess I should... clean it up, but with the sheriff and his men checking, I

didn't want to destroy any evidence.

If it was a drug addict who broke in, he certainly left a lot of morphing -based

drugs behind.

Barnaby!

Look at him. This cord has been cut.

Karen, you have any idea who might want to get into these filing cases?

They're just medical records from 15 to 20 years old. I wouldn't have the

foggiest idea.

Yeah, but look what else. See, these case files are numbered here. See?

473, 474, 475, 477.

Case file 476 is missing.

Old medical record? Why would anybody steal that?

15, 20 years ago.

About the time of that unsolved murder.

Thomas Mangus. There's got to be a connection here, Barnaby.

Barry's looking at them.

Did you always want to be an artist, David?

Hi. Uh,

yeah.

For as long as I can remember, I guess.

My father taught art, you know.

May I?

Where's Gwen?

Oh, she's in the village doing some shopping.

Diane.

Seemed to have opened some old wounds I'm sorry if I've upset you because you

look like Thomas He was a very handsome man.

You should consider it a compliment to be compared to him Yeah, but Paint

like him too Sort of shakes a fella up

Are you sure you've never been to Lake Crispell before

Never. The flowers in the painting in the gallery, they seem to grow mostly

around here.

Have you seen them in a book or photograph?

I might have.

Maybe I saw them in a dream.

A dream?

Mm -hmm.

Sometimes I see things in dreams.

Don't know how to explain it, but I do.

Do your headaches always bother you so much?

But they pass.

Here, just relax.

I haven't done this for anybody for a long time.

You do

have the touch all right.

I used to be quite good at this.

About those dreams, when did you see the flowers?

Was it a long time ago?

I don't know.

I'm...

Was

there ever an island out there?

No. Why?

In this one dream, I remember I saw a lake.

Flowers.

Yeah.

They were growing wild on an island in the lake.

And there was an odd rock formation.

And a large tree.

Did it hang out over the lake?

And it had a swing on it. No, no.

It was an old tire hanging from a rope, hanging from a tree.

So the swimmers could swing out and drop themselves into the lake. That's

Boulder Point.

And it wasn't an island.

It was a piece of land that jutted out into the lake over there.

Where? I don't see it. Well, it's not there now.

They removed it.

To widen the lake, but that was 18 years ago.

How could you have known that?

I don't know.

Hey, are you all right?

I'd better go in.

This coroner's report on Thomas Mangus.

Why wasn't it handled by Dr. Welker?

He was a local medical examiner, wasn't he?

Well, if I remember correctly, we formed that autopsy out to the corner at San

Bernardino.

Doc was out of town at the time. Well, then the missing report from Dr.

office couldn't have been about the Mangus murder.

Right.

Anyhow, there's nothing unusual about a doctor or his nurse taking a patient's

file out of the record for some reason and then forgetting to put it back in

right place.

Who was his nurse in those days?

Barnaby. He really put a man's memory to the test.

Connie, um... Connie... Connie Graham.

She's retired.

Who'd away from these parts years ago?

You know anybody who might be able to find her?

Well, Rose McCarty might.

They were pretty close friends.

Is she still in town?

Yeah, works at the library.

Right across that way.

I think I'll go have a talk with her. Thank you, Sheriff.

Thank you very much. And when I see Miss Graham, I'll definitely give her your

regard.

Need some help?

Hi, J .R., thanks.

Where's your boyfriend?

David.

Is there more than one?

Well, he's out by the lake or somewhere.

Well, he's taking a chance, isn't he?

Letting a pretty chick like you run around loose, huh?

Thanks, I needed that.

You two having problems?

No, no, it's all right.

Well, it reminds me. A friend of your aunt's, Miriam Powers.

You mentioned something about David looking exactly like a portrait of

Mangus. What is that about?

It's true.

He has a bizarre resemblance to my uncle.

So much so it freaked out a few people at the party.

Really? What's more, David even paints like my uncle.

He paints like him?

He has a painting hanging over there at the village gallery that is the exact

twin of the one my uncle was painting the night he was murdered.

That is bizarre. What does your aunt think about all this?

She tries not to show it, but she's pretty shaken up by it.

Me too.

Diana, I've been thinking.

Maybe David and I should fold up our tent and move on.

Leave? Why?

Well with the maid being sick and all it's it's just been too much work for

Maybe we could go to Yosemite spend the rest of the summer backpacking.

Well, whatever you and David want You're no problem as far as I'm concerned

We'll talk about it later, okay Yeah,

sure

I'll get us some more coffee.

Maybe she's right.

Maybe we should leave.

David, I want to show you something.

Come in.

I want to see what you think of this.

If you decide to stay here, this could be your studio.

Would you like that?

The flowers of Xanadu.

How could you know that's what Thomas named it?

Uh, Gwen must have told me.

How could Gwen know he called it the flowers of Vanadil? I never told her.

I never told anyone.

David, how did you know?

What is it?

What

are you

doing here?

David, what's happening? Are you all right?

I told you never to come into my house again.

What are you doing with that knife?

Put it away!

What, are you crazy?

No.

Don't kill me.

It's all right. You're safe now.

Who was it?

Could you tell me who it was?

You've come back to me, Thomas.

It's all that matters.

That's all that matters.

This picture Quinn told you about?

Must be.

It's kind of a...

Kinky sort of style, isn't it?

I imagine they said the same thing about Chagall, Dali, Picasso.

A very astute observation, Mr... Jones.

Oh, Estelle Wilkins.

How do you do?

I don't mean to try to pass myself off as an art expert, but it looks like a

fair sample. The kind of work came out of the 50s and 60s. Yes.

David Burke is following in a very fine tradition.

You know anything about him?

He came in two or three days ago, showed me his paintings.

That's all I needed to know.

Do you have any idea when he painted this?

It isn't completely dried through, so it had to be within the last three to six

weeks.

But believe me, at $350, it's a steal.

I'll think about it.

Unless, of course... I'll give it some thought, too.

Thank you very much for your time, Miss Wilson.

Please. Come back anytime.

Thank you. Thank you.

They

did

it.

How about that, huh? And on the first try.

They said you'd never sailed before.

The Admiral couldn't have done it better.

No, Diane.

How many times I got to tell you, you figure eight the rope when you're tying

off a boat.

Yes, Tom, I figure eight.

You always told me that.

Diane.

This is all getting a little out of hand, isn't it?

Please don't.

This has been one of the most wonderful days of my life. Don't spoil it for me.

It's been a really marvelous day for me, too.

After what happened last night.

There you go again.

Come on, Diane. People are not reborn.

Spiritually, maybe, but not physically. I mean, this reincarnation stuff is a

heavy trip.

Tell me something.

Do you like being with me?

Yes.

Very much.

And I you.

So it doesn't really make any difference who I think you are, does it?

Yes, it does.

Because whatever happens, I want it to be me.

It is you.

Gwen! Yes?

What is it?

We'd like to talk to David. Is he around?

David?

What's the matter? Are you having boyfriend problems again?

It's unreal.

You're not going to believe it, but it's true.

She's taking him away from me.

You can't be talking about David and your aunt.

Yeah.

And she's almost twice as old as he is.

Gwen, are you sure you're not just imagining this?

No.

Diane's living in some sort of a fantasy world.

Honestly, she actually believes that David is the reincarnation of Thomas

Mangus. Now, if that isn't the most unreal thing you've ever heard, I don't

what is.

Go in.

She had the common decency to keep family matters inside the family instead

discussing it with strangers.

You wanted to talk to me, Mr. Jones?

Well, actually, we wanted to talk to David.

Yeah, what we'd like to do is nail down exactly where everybody was at the time

of Dr. Welker's death.

I've already told you where I was.

I was up in the library with Gwen.

Yes, look at the art books.

However, when Miriam Powers went by the library about that time, she said that

the only person she saw in there was Gwen.

Exactly what are you implying by that?

Gwen?

Is that true, Gwen?

Were you with David up until the time you heard about Dr. Welker?

No.

After a moment, David said his headache was getting worse, and he went to a back

bedroom to lie down.

He was alone.

That may be, but you don't have to make it sound like you just caught Jack the

Ripper in a lie.

You don't hate me that much, do you?

Thank you.

Hi.

I was beginning to think that perhaps you wouldn't get the message I left for

you at the motel.

What's the matter? You afraid you wouldn't get here in enough time to pay

check?

I see you've gotten rid of your city call.

Isn't it miraculous, Barnaby? I mean, what good mountain air... Yeah, right.

David Burke.

Well, actually, there wasn't much to learn about him. Didn't he have a police

record?

People at Rutledge University come up with anything?

Well, they are still checking, but if a Professor Burke ever taught art at the

university, they don't have a record of it.

Well, something tells me this David guy is a phony baloney all the way.

Well, if he is, he certainly was telling the truth about living near the

university. His mother just gave up the house that they had rented and moved

away a few months ago.

Anybody know where she went?

I didn't have time to do a follow -up on her.

Did you have any better luck with Dr. Welker's old nurse?

Got the brass ring there.

Connie Graham moved back to live with her sister in Ridge Valley, about 18

up the road to Lake Vesper.

Let's you and I have a talk with that lady.

Jedediah? Get on the phone, see if you can get a line on David's mother where

she can be reached.

See you later. See ya.

We're in Las Vegas.

Darling, I... Who are you talking to?

I, um, figured an occasion like this calls for champagne.

I'll be right out.

We did it.

We got married.

David, you've made me very happy.

Said he wasn't about to take his clothes off in the presence of a woman, even if

I was the doctor's nurse, unless we were on intimate terms.

Yes, sir.

That Thomas had a way with the girls.

Ma 'am, we've already established that the missing final had

nothing to do with Thomas' murder.

Now, can you think of any reason why anyone would have gone to...

All the trouble of stealing it from the doctor's office.

Whatever it is, it must have had something to do with Thomas Mangus.

birth, a death, an accident.

Something to do with Thomas.

Hold it.

Stop the presses.

A birth. Yes, that could have been it. This illegitimate baby the doctor

delivered.

An illegitimate child?

What did that have to do with Magnus?

He paid for it.

Who was the mother?

Poor thing.

Her name was Rosalind. Young, 17 or so.

A waitress in the village cafe.

Was the boy her girl?

A boy.

Pretty little fella.

Was Magnus a father?

Doesn't have to be his mistake for him to have paid the bills.

Could have been for a friend.

Anyway...

Thomas was killed a few weeks later, so... I guess we'll never know.

What about the boy and the mother?

What happened to them?

Well, as soon as she was on her feet, Rosalind took the baby and left town.

The shame of it, you know.

Never saw either of them again.

Do you remember what Rosalind's last name was?

No.

But it would be in that missing file, if you can find it.

I don't think there's much chance of that.

Can you think of anything that might give us a lead?

Do you have any ambitions?

Anything odd about her?

Odd?

She wanted to be an artist, if you call that odd.

Some do.

And yes, there was something else in that file about her leg.

She broke her ankle in an auto accident.

It never healed.

And she wound up with a limp.

The lady that recently opened the art gallery in the village.

Walks with them.

Go ahead, darling.

Wish us luck.

We're just mountains of luck.

What happened?

Thomas and... Well, you'll never believe this, but we got married.

See?

You what?

Yes, we flew to Las Vegas. It all happened so suddenly.

Oh, Gwen, don't look at me like that. I know how you must feel, but please, be

happy for me.

Yes.

Well, you need all the luck you can get.

You're leaving?

Oh, you don't have to go.

Get off it, Diane.

Well, she rents an apartment in the back, but she's just not home now.

Gwen!

Wait a minute!

Where are you going? What, are you leaving town?

I seem to have outworn my welcome, or vice versa.

How's your investigation coming?

Well, it's coming, it's coming. Let me ask you something.

Did you ever see David with the lady who runs the art gallery before she came to

Lake Crispell?

No. But if that's who you're looking for, I think you will find her up at the

Mangus house.

Are you sure?

I just passed her on the road.

She is probably going up there to congratulate her star artist on snagging

himself a rich wife.

Wife? What are you talking about?

David and Diane.

They got married last night.

We better get right up there.

Betty, tell the sheriff to meet us at the Mangers' house.

David? I really don't feel like going sailing right now. Can't we go out on

lake after lunch?

David?

David!

What kind of a crazy game are you playing?

Listen, if you're trying to frighten me, you're certainly doing a good job.

David?

Pardon me?

How about that?

What are you doing here?

How dare you come into my house uninvited? Where's Diane?

I don't know.

She's out.

With your mother?

My what?

Rosalind Vickers.

A waitress in the village until she changed her name. Moved to a house near

Rutledge University with her newborn son. We've done a lot of checking, Dave.

Get out of my house!

All right, just take it easy.

It's all right, son.

We don't want to harm you.

We just want to know where Diane and your mother are.

Diane murdered him.

And she is going to pay.

You believe that Diane murdered your father?

Thomas Mangus was your father, wasn't he?

No.

Me.

Where are they, David?

Wannabe.

Kill my baby.

Why are you telling me these awful lies?

It's true. What I've told you is true.

When Thomas found out I was pregnant, his feelings about me changed.

He'd never marry me, he said.

Because he would never leave you.

But it was I, I who had his son. No, no more, please, please.

And then that night, I came to the house, pleaded with him one last time

the sake of my son.

He offered me money, anything but what I wanted.

And then as David grew older, I began to see how much like Thomas he looked.

Is that when the idea came to you, Rosalind?

Stay back!

Is that when you started filling David's head with dreams of someday claiming

his birthright?

The Mangus name and everything that goes with it?

It was all so easy.

Thomas used to come to me.

Tell me every... everything.

Every intimate detail.

I know more about you and your life than you did.

And you use it all to destroy your son's life.

Look at him.

Look what you've done to him.

Look what you've made him into.

Don't listen to them.

David, I did it for you.

I... I did it all... for you.

In her statement to the sheriff... David's mother said that on the night of

party, she was standing out here watching.

Poor Dr. Welker. Why did she have to kill him? Because he was the only one

knew why David looked so much like your husband.

And then after that, thinking that there would be an investigation, she broke

into the doctor's office and stole the file on David's birthday.

I just came from the sheriff's office.

When I heard what happened, I tried to see David, but they wouldn't let me.

Gwen, I've treated you so badly.

Please forgive me.

I understand a lot of things now.

I thought... I mean, if it's okay with you, I'd like to spend the rest of the

summer with you.

I'd like that very much.

And we'll be leaving you both in good hands.

Each other's.

Thank you, Mr. Joe.

Thank you both.

Thank you.