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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Shera.

With guest stars Jacqueline Scott.

Michael Strong.

Tonight's episode, Uninvited Herald.

Operator, I need to talk to Mrs.

Verna Compton.

Denver, Colorado.

Clock, please.

It's past

1 a .m., Verna.

Nobody'd be calling from as soon as this time of night.

Hello?

Yes? In Los Angeles.

Collect from where?

Los Angeles.

Just a minute.

Byron, do you know anyone in Los Angeles named Richard Davis?

Davis? Stuart.

Stuart, it's me. It's me.

Byron, it's Dwayne.

Hello? Oh, yes, operator. I'll take the call.

Oh, Dwayne.

Dwayne, is it really you?

Don't get excited.

Oh, excited.

My pills. Get me my pills.

Oh, honey, how thoughtless can you be? Do you realize that it has been almost

four months since you got out of that awful hospital?

And the only consideration you've shown your poor mother is one tacky postcard

from San Francisco.

I needed to get my head together to make sense out of things.

I even got a job after I hitched down here to L .A.

And then...

And then I met this girl.

I knew it.

That's why you forgot that I even existed.

Son, haven't I warned you about those pickups? They're just tramps, all of

Well, that's why I called.

I need your help.

Like before.

Like before?

What is it, Blaine?

What's wrong?

You happened again, Mama.

Oh, my Lord.

What is it?

Are you sure, Dwayne?

Are you sure?

Yes, but I couldn't help myself.

She's just like all those other girls.

She's just, you know, Mama, help me. I don't know what to do.

It's all right, son.

Stuart and I'll be on the next plane for Los Angeles. Lana, what's going on?

Just get some clothes on. He packed some things for us.

Dwayne.

What's that address where you're at?

It's in the Marco apartment's fifth and western room. Mom.

And that name you're using, Richard what?

It's Davis, but Mom can't stay here.

Ah, son, just get a hold of yourself. Now listen to me.

Listen very carefully.

You can't let them find what you did like the last time.

Do you know what I mean?

A better time.

You must get rid of it.

No. No, I can't. No.

Now, while it's still dark, you have got to take it out in the woods somewhere.

And bury it.

Bury it?

That's right.

And then you go back to your room and wait for us.

That's right.

I didn't hear you come in. I'm sorry.

I'm looking for the Barnaby Jones that's listed in the phone book as an

investigator.

Well, I expect him back in a few minutes.

Can I help you?

Verna?

Oh, there's someone here.

I'm Verna Davis. This is my husband, Stuart.

Well, I'm Betty Jones, Barnaby's daughter -in -law, his secretary.

What did you want to see me about? Well, it's about my son, Dwayne.

This sweet, lovely boy has disappeared.

He's just vanished.

And Richard's a good boy. He's never been in any trouble in his life.

Didn't you just call him Dwayne?

Oh, did I?

Do you mind if I sit down?

Certainly.

He goes by Richard himself now.

I think it's more manly, but I just can't get used to it.

Richard.

Height,

weight? 5 '9". About 140, 45 pounds.

Blondish hair.

Hazel eyes.

And he just turned 22.

When were you last in touch with him?

I talked to him on the phone about flying in from Denver last night.

That's where we live.

You mean he's just been missing since last night? And when we got here this

morning, he'd already checked out of his room, bag and baggage.

He didn't even leave a forwarding address.

Mrs. Davis, um... You see, Barnaby doesn't

usually handle ordinary cases of missing persons.

He doesn't?

What are we going to do?

Perhaps there's something I could do. I mean, I can't really guarantee anything,

but I... Oh, you will?

Oh, thank you.

Right off, I just knew you were a very human type of person.

Well, the trouble is I really don't know where to start.

What about work?

Did he have a job here?

He said something about a job, but I didn't even think to ask him what it

Could be he got himself into some carpentry work.

Oh, well, if he's a member of the Carpenters' Union, that'll narrow it

some.

He's not, but being a carpenter myself, every now and then I scab my head with

jobs so he can pick up a couple of dollars.

Boy, it wasn't good for much else.

It's your trouble, Stuart.

You're always looking down your nose at him because he's a stepson.

Well, listen, I'll start checking around.

If I come up with anything, where can I reach you?

Everything's been so hectic, we haven't even had time to take a room yet.

All right.

Call me here at the office, but before six.

And thank you, Betty.

Very much.

No harm done, darling.

Betty, did the insurance company send over the list of stolen items from the

Rhodes Warehouse?

Here's the list of you. Good, thank you. And here's Ruddock's market values, all

the items for him.

Those people on the way out, what was that about?

Well, they wanted to hire you to find their son who's been missing since last

night. Last night?

I know, that's what I said.

I hope you didn't tell her I'd take the case.

Of course not.

I said I would.

Thank you.

I hope you don't mind us just dropping in like this.

Well, I... No, no, that's all right.

Oh, what a lovely apartment.

I'm sorry, come on in.

I'd love to know how you found my address.

It wasn't easy considering how many Joneses there are in the phone book.

It was lucky I was able to match one of them with that bill I saw from Carstairs

Department Store on your desk.

This is for you.

Chocolate -covered cherries.

Grandma always said, never visit empty -handed.

That's very thoughtful of you.

I really expected you to call at the office.

Oh, I did, didn't I, Stuart?

You'd already gone.

Nothing, huh?

I can see it in your face.

I just know something dreadful has happened to that boy.

Berna, don't worry so.

The lady's doing the best she can, I'm sure.

She's got to get off her feet a while.

Oh, I'm sorry. Please sit down.

Can I get you some coffee, tea perhaps? Oh, no, no stimulants, the doctor said.

Oh, that boy.

That boy.

You really didn't give me a chance to tell you. I have turned up one possible

lead. You did?

Uh, one of the jobbers that I talked to, who hires non -union carpenters, said

that he really couldn't remember the name, but that a young man answering

Richard's description left him for a job in a lumberyard.

Did you hear that, Stuart?

Did he say what lumberyard?

No, but I've been running down all the ones in the phone book, and if that

doesn't turn up anything, well, we'll try something else.

Like what?

Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

I guess I...

Meanwhile, I imagine you're about as tired as I am. I know it's been a long

I'm rather anxious to get some sleep. Oh, yeah, I'm sure. You must be tired.

What is it? Easy, Verna.

Take it easy.

Are you all right? My heart.

I wake up every now and then. Can we have some water, please?

Shouldn't I call a doctor?

No, no, don't do that. I'll be all right, Betty. I just have to get some

for a few hours.

Here you are.

Your hotel, is it far from here?

Go on, Stuart.

Tell her where our hotel is. The ones we looked at are pretty expensive.

Got to watch our pennies, you know.

You mean you don't have a place to stay yet?

Now, don't you worry your mind about that.

We'll find something.

Verna, you're going to kill yourself.

Well, if I do, it's not going to be on this kind lady's floor. Now, come on,

Stuart. Betty, will you please talk to her?

Well, I suppose you could rest here.

Oh, what a neighborly thing to do.

I mean, it's just that I'm not really set up for a house guest.

Oh, this couch will suit me just fine.

And Stuart can... We can push those two chairs right up to the ottoman.

Sure, I guess.

Are you sure you're going to be comfortable enough? Oh, like two robins

nest.

Oh, yes, I can take care of that.

Oh, right.

Now, don't you pay us any mind. You just go on to bed and don't you worry about

anything.

Oh, Betty.

I was a stranger and ye took me in.

Matthew 25.

Bless you, Betty.

Well, I, uh... I do hope you're feeling better in the morning. I...

Call me if I sleep well.

Good night.

Good night, Betty.

Morning, Danny.

Morning. We didn't know what time you'd be getting up or Stuart had cooked

enough eggs for you, too.

Stuart. Oh, yeah. No, no, no, really. That's all right. Don't worry about me.

I see you're feeling better.

No, not really.

I won't be myself again until I see my son and know he's well and safe.

You're a little low on the orange juice, but we saved you some.

Oh, no, really. I usually get something at the office.

Has anybody seen the morning paper?

Paper?

Wasn't the paper outside the front door?

We never opened the door.

Oh.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Listen, as long as you're here, why don't you just stay a few more hours so

I know where I can reach you, and maybe by then I'll have some better news.

Oh, Betty, I don't know what we would have done without you.

Enjoy.

What happened, you see, sis?

Well?

I hope she recognizes that this is Duane.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

That boy?

You know that.

No, you don't.

But it doesn't matter as long as you keep it in your mind that I am never

to let them take him back to that awful hospital again.

And if anybody gets in my way... He

doesn't work there.

fine thank you very much you're not still at that uh missing son business

you are you kidding she's so dedicated she had her clients overnight as house

guests big mouth hey don't you think it's about time that you filled us in on

what's going on it's really nothing barnaby by the time i got home last

had excuse me

Betty Jones, Barnaby Jones Investigations. May I help you?

Yeah, this is the foreman at Redwood Lumber. I got a message here you called

yesterday. What can I do for you?

Yes, well, it's in reference to Richard Davis.

The clerk that I spoke to said that the name sounded familiar, but that... What

about Davis?

Oh, he does work there, then.

Not anymore to creep quit me yesterday.

No.

What's this all about? Is he in some kind of trouble, I hope?

No, nothing like that.

His mother is in from out of town, and she asked me to look for him.

Yeah, well, tell her to drop by here in five or ten minutes. Her baby boy will

be stopping by then for his final check.

He is.

Hello?

Verna? Betty.

I have some good news.

You found it.

Well, I think so. But you're going to have to get there fast before he gets

again.

Um, where is it?

The Redwood Lumberyard. Tell me how to get there.

All right, you take the, uh, downtown freeway to the Wallace off -ramp.

And you take Wallace east to Glendon. And that's it.

Now, wait a minute. It's the Wallace off -ramp and then Glendon east to Glendon.

Listen. There isn't much time.

I'm closer.

I'd better drive over there and make sure you don't miss Richard in case you

have trouble finding the place, all right?

No, we're on our way.

Come on.

Here's the report, Ronnie.

Okay.

Let's go.

Oh, listen.

I have to wind up my little missing persons case, so I'll meet you in Long

Beach, all right? Oh, you found your man that fast.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

It should all be that easy.

Nothing to it, Gerard. Just talent, perseverance, and good luck.

Bye.

Hey, don't make this load your life's work, huh?

Hello, Mr. Winchell. My paycheck ready?

Yeah, I'll be with you in a minute.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing. Just looking for your check here.

There must have been some Donnybrook you got in the other night to get your face

all scratched up like that.

How'd you know I got it scratched?

Oh, I saw it when you came by yesterday.

Look, it seems like they didn't put your check in this batch.

What are you trying to pull?

Nothing. I'll just call the main office and they'll send it right over. No

problem.

Yeah, Sergeant. I'd like to talk to somebody about the guy's picture in this

morning's paper.

Yeah.

Hang it up.

Hang it up right now.

Yeah, hey, take it easy with that. Come on, get back in.

The check is here, right? I won't be able to catch it now.

I want my money from the box to keep in the drawer.

Sure.

Hi, I, uh... Shut up.

Don't make a sound. Get over here.

Better do like he says, lady. He's the killer the cops are looking for.

Come on, get over here!

Come on, come on, come on.

Is that your car out there?

Yes. All right.

You're going to drive us out of here.

Go on.

You're in no condition. Go on.

There it is.

Look, it's Dwayne.

Stop. Stop.

Looks like he's been hurt.

All right.

He's bleeding bad.

I'll get an ambulance.

Oh, Betty, no, no.

Don't get an ambulance.

I mean, I can take care of him. He's going to be all right.

Verna, he's been shot.

He could die.

But they're not going to lock him up again. Do you hear me?

Never.

Verna.

They are never going to take him away from me again.

Barnaby, JR, glad your exchange could locate you.

When I heard communications broadcast the DMV on it, I dropped everything and

came right over.

I gather there were no witnesses.

All black and white spotted it parked here illegally.

Stopped to check it out, saw the blood on the front seat there and called in.

Well, there's no way of telling whether it was in the car when whatever happened

happened, right? No.

But if it was stolen, she would have reported it by now, wouldn't she?

Yeah, I guess.

Doesn't seem to be any blood on the driver's side.

Meaning that the driver was injured after moving over to the passenger's

or there was more than one person in the car.

You mind?

Of course not.

Listen, assuming the car wasn't stolen, do you have any idea what Betty was

doing that would bring her into this out -of -the -way part of town?

She left the office.

She was on her way to try to help some people contact their son.

Wannabe!

Trail of blood leads all the way along here and then stops right here.

Yeah. As if whoever was hurt got into another car.

That's where we got it figured.

Listen, you better give me the names of those people Betty was trying to help.

Well, Lieutenant, we don't know their names. We were working on another case

the time. We never really got into it with her. She probably made some notes.

We'll stay in touch.

What are we stopping for?

Verna, I don't think those bandages and stuff we got at the drugstore is going

to be enough.

Damn you, Stuart. I told you hospitals have got to report gunshot wounds. Now

get out of here.

Don't do it.

Are you crazy? He needs a doctor.

I can take care of him.

He'll be all right.

Verna, he's going to bleed to death right in your arms.

I'll check things out for you.

But if she tries anything, you know what to do.

May I help you?

Indeed, miss, I hope you can.

You see, I'm in great need of a doctor.

Is it an emergency?

Oh, no, not really.

What I'm talking about is, you know, a family -type doctor, one that treats his

patients in his own private offices.

Oh, well, I'm afraid it's against hospital policy to make such

but if you go to the medical association, they can help. Well, that

there, I mean, he doesn't just...

Work here all the time, does he?

Dr. Oxford.

No, he has his own practice. He works here on weekends.

Would you like to talk to him?

Oh, no, that's okay. I'll just wait till he's finished. Thank you.

Doctor,

please. It's an emergency.

Oh, what is it, ma 'am? Oh, please.

It's my son. He's out in the car and he's been hurt awful bad.

All right, all right. I'll have some orderlies bring out a gurney. Oh, no,

no. You shouldn't even move him until you look at him. I think he might be

dying.

Please. All right, all right. Let's have a look.

Here.

How did this happen?

I'll tell you all about it on your way to your private office.

Hey, what's going on here?

You are crazy.

What are you waiting for, Stuart?

Get out of here.

Richard Davis.

Verna and Stuart Davis, Denver, Colorado.

Description.

Everything's here except where Betty was headed.

Checking all phone numbers in this book. Here we are.

Lumberyard.

Down to Redwood.

Barnaby Jones, investigations.

I'm thinking of a call that was made to you people within the last couple of

hours by a Betty Jones.

Well, she was making inquiries about a young man named Richard Davis.

It was a shooting?

What was it about? Who got shot?

I see.

Well, thank you very much.

Someone there...

I recognized a worker named Richard Davis.

There was a woman there. They got into a car that matched Betty's and drove

away. What was that about a shooting?

They're not clear on that.

The only other person involved was the foreman, a man named Winkle.

Still unconscious from a blow on the head.

Now, if that's the same Richard Davis that got into a car with Betty... She'll

die.

Quickie killer, Lieutenant Biddle.

Tell him in. All right.

Hurry up!

Get him in!

Hurry up!

Is there anybody else in here? It's

Saturday. Everybody's off for the weekend. On the table, right here. Take

easy.

Hey, uh... Look back.

Mother!

Mother!

Mother's here, darling.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Bernard, he's lost so much blood, he should be in a hospital.

You get out of here.

Come on, out!

Stuart, stay out there with her.

Doctor, talk to her. Make her understand.

Get out!

That lady's right. If I have to replace blood or need life support equipment...

This is not the place to be.

Don't worry about it, doctor.

I've had nursing experience. I'll help you.

You have to go in for the bullet right away. Scrub up.

I'm warning you.

If you think you're going to botch this up just to get me to take him to a

hospital, I'm going to know about it.

And I'll kill you.

Please.

Let me call someone.

If you love her.

Help me save her from killing her own son.

What happened?

Don't let her get away!

Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.

This is the way Verna wants it.

That's the way it's going to be.

Let's go.

Barnaby, I got a flyer here out of Denver that identifies Richard Davis as

Dwayne Pearson, an escaped fugitive.

Pearson?

Yeah, let's see. Father dead, mother married again to a carpenter named

Compton. Davis is just an alias they were all using.

His mother must have known that he was in trouble all along.

Wait, it gets heavier.

About eight months ago, his mother was given a suspended sentence for trying to

help Dwayne escape from a Colorado hospital for the criminally insane.

The girl in this morning's paper is not the first one you killed, Barnaby.

Barnaby, every hospital in the county has been alerted to report all gunshot

wounds directly to me and to be on the lookout for anyone matching Duane's or

Betty's description.

Don't worry. We'll find her.

Well, make it fast, John. I just checked out the blood from the car.

It's type B, same as Betty's. Wait a minute, Barnaby. Don't throw in the

here.

Duane's blood is type B also.

There's a 50 -50 chance on who was wounded.

I guess that's better than nothing.

I told you before, let it ring.

He's not going to make it unless we get him to a hospital now.

Mister, you've got to make your wife listen to reason.

Don't you people understand?

But sure, I got the bullet out.

But he's still burning up with fever because I haven't been able to stop the

bleeding. The bleeding has stopped.

I've got eyes. I can see that. Not inside. He's hemorrhaging internally.

I'm life.

If you let him die, I'll kill you.

Verna. No!

You're talking about my son.

There'd still be time.

I'd have Verna all to myself.

What?

If the boy does die, she'd have only me to turn to.

The type of wound I'm talking about would have been made by gunshot, but

not necessarily have been identified as such.

I see.

Thank you.

What's so loud about it?

The amount of blood in Betty's car.

I would say that whoever was wounded didn't get very far without some kind of

medical attention.

But I heard Lieutenant Biddle tell you that he's alerted all the hospitals.

In the county.

But I am concentrating on the hospitals in the vicinity of where the car was

found. They'd report a wound as soon as any of the rest, no?

Maybe, maybe not.

Depends on circumstances.

You know, you're right.

I think I'll try some of these, too.

I am making an inquiry as to whether or not your hospital treated a victim of a

gunshot wound today.

A gunshot wound today?

Or a wound that may have been made by a bullet, but... Sir, sir, before you go

on, it just so happens that Dr. Oxford, our duty doctor, up and disappeared this

afternoon. And so any serious injuries have been routed straight on to other

hospitals. Your doctor disappeared?

What was that about?

It's a mystery to us.

Last anyone saw of him was when he stepped outside with some woman.

Do you know who the woman was?

No. Just some woman who wanted to know if he had offices away from the hospital

where he treated patients.

Did you check his offices?

Yes, but no one answers the phone.

What is on the dress?

Got to sit down.

Is he dead?

You're just like your father.

Always getting into trouble trying to do things on your own.

I told your father, I said, Billy, you're not man enough to drive a truck.

I said, why don't you save your money? You can open a health club and have me

run it for you.

You know what he'd do?

He got behind the wheel of that smelly thing.

Drilled the whole rig right over a cliff one rainy night.

And you're just like him.

Your head's strong, you're always fighting.

Always wanting to do everything on your own until you get in trouble.

Then Mama helped me.

Just rest a while.

Don't worry.

Mother will take care of everything.

Like I always have.

Stuart, I want you to point that gun at that man and shoot him. Hey, now, hold

on.

Don't listen to her.

You let him die.

You die.

Do it.

Stuart, you're in enough trouble already.

Don't add murder to it.

Stuart, can't you be a man?

Just one.

Don't do it, Stuart.

Don't let her throw your life away like she threw her son's away.

And after him, her.

Shoot them both.

Stuart?

Let's just be nice and calm.

Stuart, you untie the doctor.

Doctor, when he does, you call the police.

She won't use that gun, Stuart.

Take it away from her.

Don't try it.

Go on, on time.

It's the kind of man I always wind up with.

Jelly for spines and brains to match.

Burn his payback.

Don't make me shoot you.

You're like him.

You're weak.

You don't have it in you to pull that trigger.

Yes, I do.

I will.

Do it, lady.

If she gets that gun away from you, she'll kill us both.

Shoot her!

You're right.

Remember the last time I gave you some of this old brandy?

When I was hurting so badly with that toothache.

Want to see if it still works?

No, thanks, Marty.

I don't know, a different kind of hurt this time.

That woman.

If you and J .R. hadn't come in when you did it...

That's something you better come to terms with right now.

And don't let it haunt you.

Would you have been able to pull that trigger?

I was going to say no.

I guess that's what I'd like to think.

But... I know now... I would

have shot her.

And that's why I hurt so much.

Oh, the burners of this world.

They make you realize, given the circumstances, you could be...

Put that bottle away, Betty.

It is champagne tonight.

Just made a reservation at the Lucky Rooster for 8 .30.

The Lucky Rooster?

That's pretty posh.

You sure you can afford a high -class place like that day -to -day?

Me? Wait a minute. I thought you pick up a tab, you pick up a tab, I pick up a

tab. We alternate. That's the deal, right? Mm -hmm.

That's the deal.

Oh, right.

You picked up the last ten.

And I picked up the one before that.

You sure you still want to go to this, uh, Lucky Rooster?

Sure, why not?

I don't have to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of my life.