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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Shera.

With guest stars Larry Linville.

Stuart Moss.

John Calvin.

Wayne Hefley.

Michael McRae.

Christina Hart.

Tonight's episode, Deadly Sanctuary.

Should I take this?

No. Honey, if you don't stop running around in circles, you're never going to

make it to Chicago. I know it. Here. Oh, thank you. Okay.

I'll never make it to the airport.

Never. Oh, no!

No,

I don't think you're going to make it to the airport.

Oh, Betty, I'm acting like a nut.

And I'm ruining your vacation. No, Don.

You're only going to be gone for a day. I can take care of myself.

You sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?

No, I don't want you coming back home alone this late at night. Not with all

break -ins and whatnot going on around here. I'll get it. If it's Bill... Bill?

Oh, I didn't tell you. I have a new fellow.

If it's Bill Whalen, tell him that I got an emergency call from my mother and

that I'll be back tomorrow night. And that I... Honey, go. You're going to

your plane.

How is the vacationing vixen of Venice?

Well, you're about three sand dunes off, J .R. It's Ocean Grove, not Venice. But

we do enjoy the same balmy breezes. You jealous?

Ah, ah, ah.

Not seemly for the fair princess to mock the lowly slave.

Especially since I blew a terrific date because we had to work overtime.

We? You and Barnaby still at the office?

And we'll probably be here till the sun comes up unless you tell me what you did

with the police report on the Greystone arson case.

Shows you how confusing things get around this office, Betty, when you're

here.

Flattery may cost you that new typewriter I've had my eye on, boss.

J .R., the report is in my desk, bottom left -hand drawer.

Oh,

Barnaby, Phyllis and I aren't coming into town for our little shopping spree

tomorrow, so I'm going to have to cancel out on our lunch date.

How come?

Well, she got a call.

It's too bad. Then you're there alone?

Barnaby, I know what you're thinking.

But a few burglaries doesn't mean they're having a crime wave down here.

Well, you take care. You hear?

I will.

You stop worrying.

I see Janet and I have found the report, so I'll say good night. Enjoy your

vacation. Thank you. I will. Night -night.

I'm really glad you're home. My car just conked out down the street. I think I

probably just ran out of gas.

Well, there's a service station up the highway a bit.

Oh, well, that's a super idea. Why don't you just let me in so I can call them?

Well... Come on, ladies. It's cold out here. Just open the door, okay?

Who's that out there with you?

Out where?

There's someone out there.

I don't see anybody.

Come on, lady. Be a pal. Just let me come in and use your phone.

I have a better idea.

I'll call the service station for you.

But I got good phones!

Somebody there?

The

service

station doesn't answer.

Hello?

You out there?

We thought we'd drop by.

Well, aren't you supposed to be in San Pedro checking out that warehouse fire

damage? I'll still be there this afternoon.

Well, come on in. I got some coffee on.

I had a fight with Phillips' coffee pot this morning, but I think I finally won.

Something's wrong. What is it? Well, it's a false alarm, thank goodness. I

you haven't been listening to the news.

There was a young woman assaulted and raped in this area last night.

At the foot of the cliff off Southern Drive.

Well, that's just down the road.

Yeah, needless to say, we did a little sweating on the way over here.

Especially when we couldn't get you on the phone.

I went out on the beach for a walk.

They only gave a partial description of the young woman.

She was wearing a shirt with the initial J on it.

You know, J as in Jones.

Did they say whether she's still alive?

They took her to the Ocean Grove Hospital, not the morgue.

I gotta get to that hospital.

You know something about it?

Yeah, I'm afraid I do.

Look, downstairs they said Jenna Smith is on this floor.

Yes, but I'm afraid she can't have any visitors.

Well, I've got to... Look, I've got to talk to somebody in charge here.

Betty, I'd like you to take a look at these. It's what Jenna Smith was wearing

when she was found.

This is the shirt.

Lord, it was her.

Now, you're absolutely positive that these are the clothes worn by the girl

say came to your door around 11 last night?

Yes, sir.

Barnaby, I should have let her in. It's my fault.

Betty, you did say you saw somebody hiding in the trees.

Could have been a ruse.

Nobody can blame you for being frightened.

I do.

Jenna Smith came to me for help, and I failed her.

Excuse me, Cheryl.

Yes, this is Mr. Vic Smith, the girl's husband. He says he just flew down from

San Francisco.

He wants to see his wife.

Now, so do I, but she's still in a coma.

Excuse me.

Mr. Smith, would you like to come with me?

Thank you, fellas.

Oh, come on, Betty. This is ridiculous. Why don't you just come to San Pedro

with us? It might even be fun if we stopped at that nice little Italian

restaurant and had dinner on the way back.

Listen,

I'll take a rain check on it if you'll let me. But really, I'm going to be

Besides,

I promised Phyllis that I would babysit her cat.

Betty, I don't like you staying here alone.

Barnaby, she's going to be coming back this evening. It's only going to be a

couple more hours.

Honest, I'm going to be fine.

If you need anything, call.

Yes, sir.

Who are you?

Oh, hi.

You must be Betty.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Oh, my, I knew it. We frightened the poor girl.

Oh, you needn't be.

We're neighbors.

Didn't Phyllis tell you about us?

No, she didn't. Well, I'm Lucille Watkins.

This is my husband, Tom.

We live just a few doors down the street.

Where'd you get the key?

Phyllis always leaves them with us, and we do the same with her.

Don't we, Tom?

Tom? Oh, that's right. We're always borrowing things from each other.

We borrowed these because Tom made a souffle for my sister the other night.

Say, where is Phyllis anyway? Tom said he saw her leaving with the suitcase

night. Well, she'll be back this afternoon. You were outside last night?

Came by on my way down to the Red Sail.

Just before they say that girl got raped.

Oh, scary, I'll tell you.

Well, it was nice meeting you. If you'll excuse me, I really want to get...

Well, listen, we're just neighbors. Now, if you need anything, you'll be sure

and call us.

Thank you very much.

Hello? Betty, this is Sheriff Carson.

We picked up a suspect in the Jenna Smith case. I wonder if you could come

to the station and see if you can identify him.

All right, I'll be right there.

Damn it, I love Jenna.

Why would I want to hurt her? You tell us.

We have witnesses who say you slapped her around in that bar.

You say his name is Andy Godwin? He operates a small fishing boat.

He's been having an affair with Jenna for the past couple of weeks.

And he was with her last night?

At the Red Sail till around 10 .30.

That's when she ran out on him after he took a poke at her.

Red Sail.

You know, that's the second time today that's been mentioned to me.

It's a local bar.

Godwin claims he lost track of her after she took off in her car, then went

straight home to sleep it off.

Well?

Sheriff, there is no way I can identify him as the man I saw.

Okay.

Thanks anyway. I appreciate you coming.

Hey, I want to talk to you.

You're Mr. Smith, aren't you?

I want to tell you how sorry I am. First, close the door on Jenna and

her killed.

Now when you have a chance to nail the creeps who did it, you flake out.

Oh, now wait a minute.

I know the type.

Don't want to get involved, do you?

Oh, that's not so. Well, you are involved.

Up to here.

If you don't go back and tell them the truth, I'm going to make you wish you

were never born.

Jenna Smith, sure, a real ding -a -ling.

Started coming around with Andy six, eight weeks ago.

Broke up with her husband, they tell me.

Oh, his name is Vic Smith.

Now, do you know if he ever came around, I mean, saw Andy and Jenna together?

Gee, I wouldn't know.

Think maybe the old man did it?

Jealousy, or... I don't know.

There's a sick mind out there somewhere.

You ask me.

Guy who belts a broad around the way Andy did Jenna.

It's high on my list of sickies.

Oh, um, the Ocean Grove Press, the newspaper, is it around here somewhere?

Yeah, uh, three blocks north.

Same side of the street.

Great. Thanks a lot.

And, uh, I'll keep the change.

Thanks for talking to me, Eddie. My pleasure.

Hey, and when you see Phillips, tell her hello.

Mm -hmm.

I will do.

Okay. Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

Oh, hey, pretty lady.

We'd better stop meeting this way.

Good morning. Oh, good morning's my middle name.

But those who come and love me, call me Tom. Now, how about a beer, huh?

No, thanks. Oh, you give me the eye back there at the house, now you brush me

off, huh?

What?

Now that's better.

Garcon, the wine list.

Okay, Tom.

Mr. Watkins.

Tom.

You said something back at the house about being here last night at the Rose

Hill.

Well, don't tell Lucille, but this is the last refuge for husbands who cook.

The girl who was attacked.

She must have been here at the same time. Did you see her?

Oh, indeed.

I was just leaving as that Andy fellow hit her.

Did you see any one follower when she drove away?

Only him. I figured he'd kill her if he ever caught up with her. Guess he almost

did, huh?

Thank you.

Hey, now, hey, what about that drink?

Oh, sure, Tom.

We'll have it at the house when Phyllis gets back.

You be sure and bring your wife. You hear?

Well, I had some errands to run. How's your mom? She came through the operation

with flying colors.

However, I have a problem.

You know my aunt, the one I told you was going to stay with Mother?

Well, she has snowed in in St. Paul, so I won't be coming home tonight.

That's too bad. You will be coming home tomorrow.

Positively. Oh, by the way, is my fella called?

Bill Whalen. No, no, he hasn't. Oh, that's funny.

Well, when he does, fill him in, okay?

Will do.

Give my best to your mom, will you?

Okay. Bye -bye.

Betty Jones, aren't you?

What do you want?

Just want to say hello.

I live close by, right down by the pier.

If you'll excuse me, I... I've seen you through the glass talking to the

sheriff.

Guess you're the one who sprung me, huh?

All I said was that I couldn't identify you.

Well, that fathead sheriff really wanted to nail me.

Around here, I'm, uh... Well, I'm not what you call Mr. Popular.

A man who beats up on women really can't expect to be.

You don't know Jenna.

She gets real ornery when she drinks.

But she does know that I love her.

Damn, I hope she's going to be all right.

You haven't said what you want. After the sheriff turned me loose, I've seen

down by the elevator, jawing with Jenna's husband. I come here to warn you

him.

Keep clear of Vic Smith.

You may not dig my style, honey, but his, uh, his is the pit.

Well, how's everything at the hospital?

The same.

Jenna's still unconscious.

You still checking out that fellow who committed the rapes last summer?

It's a lot of material.

Well, let me simplify it for you. His name is Gary Mosley. He's 32 years old.

spent 14 of them in prisons from here to Montreal. There's nothing else to know.

I don't know. I'm beginning to wonder, reading these trial transcripts.

I think maybe they might have put away the wrong man.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

Barnaby Jones is an old friend. I'll make allowances.

But you are buying trouble coming in here second -guessing closed cases.

Betty, why don't you just stay out of it?

Well, that's what's wrong.

Nobody wants trouble.

And yet these terrible things go on. I tried to stay out of it. Look what

happened. Oh, come on.

I can understand how you feel.

Then hear me out.

According to the medical examiner's report, both of the girls were attacked

behind. They were choked until they were unconscious, and only then were they

assaulted. I know the details, Betty.

Then you also know that they have identical bruise marks on the left side

their neck, as if made by a ring worn by the assailant.

So, what's the point?

The point is that Jenna's medical report has a similar bruise mark right there.

On the right side, not the left.

She could have been facing her assailant when he grabbed her.

Or it could be a totally different maniac.

Almost everybody wears a ring.

All right. Well, I guess we'll call

it a draw, Sheriff.

Good. Let's keep it at that.

Thanks for the coffee.

Good night.

Gwarnaby, I think you've covered every possible angle on the Greystone front.

Mm -hmm.

You've been listening.

Yes, I was.

I was thinking that Betty might want to know we're back.

Hello, Captain Quigley.

Who is Captain Quigley?

Far be it to you.

No, it was just I was expecting an answer to a call I made a couple of

ago. Oh, so you met a fellow. Was he in the Army or the Air Force?

No, the police force.

You remember Ralph Quigley, don't you? He used to be Lieutenant Biddle's boss.

Yes, but he left Los Angeles and joined the San Francisco force some years ago,

as I recall.

Well, that's why I had him check up on Jenna Smith's husband.

Vic Smith?

Why? You remember the deputy saying that he'd just gotten him from San

Francisco. I had a little run -in with Mr.

Smith this morning, and, well, I just wanted to check up on his alibi, that's

all. Betty, if you're trying to put a couple more gray hairs in my head,

succeeding admirably.

Betty!

I haven't seen Barnaby frown like that since the Dodgers lost the playoffs.

did you say to him?

Now, what's gotten into you two?

Listen, all I'm doing is checking out a theory I have that the rapist who

attacked Jenna might very well be the same one who assaulted those women last

summer. That's all.

Betty, I can't come over there, but why don't you and Phyllis take a drive over

here? I'll buy you a late dinner, and we'll talk about this.

Well, Phyllis was delayed, Barnaby. What do you mean? You're still alone in that

place? Now, listen.

Will you two stop worrying? I am all right.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to say goodnight so that I can leave this phone

free in case my call comes in, okay?

I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Barnaby, you have to be at Greystones in the morning with this report, but I

don't, do I?

What?

Oh, no, you don't have to be there.

Good. I think I'll take a ride over to Ocean Grove, maybe get in a little night

surfing, try and catch a moonburn.

Sounds like a great idea.

Thank you, Joe.

are. Are you all right?

What happened?

Call the sheriff. Tell him I think we caught the rapist.

Look, Mr. Whalen, I'm really sorry. What can I say?

Can I get you a drink, Bill? Would you like a rubdown or some ice for your

Something. Get yourself something. A lawyer, you'll need one.

Oh, now, hold on. How were we supposed to know it was you sneaking around like

that? I don't have to apologize for wanting to surprise my girl. Well, if

had just telephoned as you were supposed to. I couldn't. I was on my boat and

the radio went out.

All right. Now, everybody just calm down, all right?

Uh, Mr. Wayland, it's my considered opinion that, uh, well, it was an honest

mistake. There's an opinion that it made King Solomon turn over in his grave.

When you see Phyllis, don't forget to tell her I dropped in.

I'm sorry, Bill.

Well,

I'll tell you one thing.

He's not going to feel much better in the morning, thanks to you, but he's

going to be a lot smarter about creepy crawling up on old girlfriends the next

time, isn't he?

I'll see you later.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Good night.

Will.

I think you have some explaining to do, don't you? You offer him a drink and I'm

standing here with my tongue hanging out.

You want a drink?

No, I don't want a drink.

Were you and Barnaby that worried about me?

Worried about you?

No, I love traveling 200 miles an hour to get here in time to tangle with a

karate -chopping gorilla who misses cutting me in half by inches.

And then to spend the rest of the evening on a cement couch. No.

I wouldn't call that worried, would you?

My hero.

Now, you can see all the bikinis going by.

Comfy, Mr. Stone?

Miss Banning?

Iris Banning?

The nursing home said that we could find you here.

So?

I'm Betty Jones. This is J .R. Jones.

Private investigation?

What's this about?

Well, it's about the testimony you give at the trial of Gary Mosley. We'd just

like to talk to you about it. I said all I know at the trial. Go away.

Miss Banning, another woman was attacked two nights ago in Ocean Grove.

And I think it might be the same man who raped you.

It's impossible.

That man is behind bars where he belongs.

But it's been months since you identified that man in a police line.

even have the slightest doubt that it was him?

No, mostly it's the man.

Anyway, I wasn't the only one to identify him. That other girl, Arlene

She swore to it, just as I did.

Even so, in your anxiety to get the whole thing over with, isn't it possible

that you went with the first likely suspect?

You're trying to confuse me, and I don't like it.

The trial is dead and buried, and I want to be left alone.

Well, even if she did identify the wrong man, she's not going to admit it now.

Not even to herself.

Maybe we'll have better luck with Arlene Kelly.

You know, you're almost as stubborn as Barnaby.

I'm getting there.

Uh, I think we have company.

Well, who is that?

Vic Smith.

Jenna's husband.

Oh, I don't believe this. No, no, J .R., don't make any trouble.

Eddie, I don't know. Barnaby says if you want to avoid trouble, just flush it

out in the open.

Look, go to your car.

Do as I say. J .R. Do it.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

You just stay where you are.

Hold it.

That's far enough. Right there. Wait a minute, hotshot. All I wanted to do is

say I'm sorry to the lady.

I am, lady. I'm really sorry about the way I acted.

Thank you. Bye.

All right, JR. Let's hear what he has to say.

Look, I heard you were some kind of detective agency, so I started following

around.

If you're really on the level about wanting to get the guy who messed up

I'd like to help.

How? By putting you back on the right track.

The police had the right guy in the first place.

Andy Godwin.

She already tried that. You couldn't identify him.

That doesn't mean it wasn't him.

Look, Jenna said he'd kill her if she tried to come back to me.

Are you sure that that was Jenna talking and not just the voice of jealousy?

Okay.

Don't blame me for being cagey.

But if you need any help beating the truth out of that creed, just let me

I'm at the Silver Strip Motel.

Yeah, right. Well, thanks for solving all our problems, Mr. Smith. I'll see

around.

Well, what do you think about our new helpmate?

Well, with friends like that... Right.

Harleen Kelly.

Not... I can't place the name.

That's strange, because over at the sheriff's office, they told us that she

comes in here a lot.

She was one of the two girls attacked last summer.

Oh, Rusty Kelly.

Oh, yeah.

As a matter of fact, one of her old boyfriends is sitting right over there.

might have kept track of her.

You mean Bill Whalen?

Yeah. He and Rusty were pretty tight at one time.

Small world, isn't it? Uh -huh.

Look at this.

I may get lucky tonight after all.

Hello, Bill.

How about a seat, pretty lady?

Bill says it's all right.

Well, it's just as much my table as it is his. Come on, sit down.

Is it a private party or can anybody come? Oh, well, it's all right with me,

you're going to have to go find your own girl.

I always see who's going to expect me to pick her up at the market.

Clear my seat in case I get back, and if I don't, well, I'll just have to try it

next time, won't we, huh?

All right, what's on your mind?

If you'll excuse the exaggeration in your case.

Bill, I know you don't owe us one, but we need a big favor from you.

We have to reach Arlene Kelly, and I happen to know that you were friendly

her at one time.

Hey.

Don't get me involved again with that crazy lady.

I've got a good thing going with Phyllis. I want to mess it up with

romance. It's important, Waylon.

She might know something that could help us clear up all these assaults that

have been happening.

For Phyllis?

She has to live in this town, too.

Rusty's been living with his sister in Seal Beach.

112 Cortez Lane.

Rusty, uh...

We realize it must be difficult for you to talk about that night, but... Oh,

look, it doesn't bother me at all.

Only I'm not changing my testimony.

I have my ethics, you know.

Yeah, but we're not asking that. We just want to know why you're so positive

that the man who attacked you was Gary Mosley.

You testified that it was dark, you were walking along the beach road, and he

came at you from behind.

That's right.

But you see, I had just come out of the Red Sail.

Wait a minute.

The Red Sail?

Yeah.

It's a bar, you know.

Anyway, Bill Whalen was there and he got me upset because he was dating somebody

else. So I got smashed on banana daiquiris and... Oh, excuse me, I need

more water.

So, Rusty was drunk the night she was attacked, just as Jenna was, and they

both come out of the red sail.

Mm -hmm, and our friendly neighborhood brown bagging nurse isn't exactly a

teetotaler either.

Now, if Nurse Banning had been at the Red Sail also... Be right back.

Good boy.

Rusty, there's something about that night I really would like to clear up in

mind. Now, you said he came at you from behind. He attacked you. He choked you

until you were unconscious.

Yeah. Well, now, that being so, you could have only had really just the

glimpse of his face.

Yeah, but Iris Banning did.

I mean, she pointed him out in that police lineup right off.

Are you saying that Iris Banning convinced you Mosley was the man?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

Look, I just feel she got a better look at him, that's all.

And so you went along with it.

And because of that, a man is serving a ten -year prison sentence on the word of

not two women, but one who was drunk that night.

Hey!

Oh, no.

You think that it's the wrong man?

The real one's still out there somewhere?

It's very possible.

We'll talk again.

Iris, thank you. Thank you very much. You did the right thing by telling me.

Okay, bye -bye.

Well, we got our common denominator.

Iris admits that she was boozing it up at the red cell the night that she was

attacked. Well, I guess it's our move now.

Yeah, but don't you think we'll need a little more than a common denominator to

catch a rapist?

Well, to paraphrase a wise observation you stole from Barnaby...

In order to get your man, you have to flush him out.

So, J .R., meet victim number four.

Who is it? Andy Godwin.

but it's important.

Yes. It's about Jenna.

Oh.

The hospital called to say that Jenna may be coming around and I'd like to be

with her if she does.

Only I lent my car to a friend and I thought maybe that you could give me a

down there.

Well, I'm sorry, Andy.

I'm happy to hear about Jenna, but...

Well, I have other plans this evening.

This is Barnaby Jones, J .R. Jones, Sandy Godwin.

If I'm interrupting something... No, no, no, not at all.

As a matter of fact, the hospital is only a few miles out of the way. I'm

we could talk to you. No, no.

No, if it's out of your way, I can just as easily catch a bus over on 50th

Street. I'll see you.

You know, I had the funniest feeling that he changed his mind about wanting a

lift. And he saw that I wasn't alone.

Well, maybe it's ESP, but I had the same feeling.

And yet he sounded as though he was being honest when he talked about Jenna.

I better detour over to the hospital and check on it. It won't take long.

Now remember, I only agreed to this because you promised not to take any

chances. Understood?

I did do it.

It's empty.

I'd like another double.

We don't mind.

When I was serving you coffee, I didn't make a dime.

But I liked it better.

Are you just going to stand there and philosophize?

Yeah, or are you going to pull me in?

Can I do both?

No, that's all right, Eddie. You just give the lady what she wants. I'll see

she gets home okay.

Okie doke.

Thank you, kind sir.

By the way, where is Mrs. Kynes? Well, let's not worry about her. She's home

watching wrestling on TV.

Oh.

Thank you.

Me?

I go for the real thing.

Well, how about it, Betty, huh?

How about what?

Oh, well, you're all dollied up. Well, I figure you'd go for the real thing,

too.

Oh, you mean wrestling?

That would be fun.

Except I'm too sad to be fun for anybody.

Nothing's going the way I want it to go.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You're lonely.

You're feeling alone being in that big house with Phyllis, though.

It's for you, Miss Jones.

Oh, thank you.

Um... Hello.

You know you're so good at that, you're getting me smashed just watching you.

Doctor?

Well, yes.

Is there any word on Jenna?

Good, good. I see a couple of ears perking up there.

Okay, hit him with the big finish.

Oh, no, doctor. Is it really that bad?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Jenna?

She's not going to make it?

I guess we'll never know who her attacker was.

Why don't I take you home where it's nice and quiet and we can talk about it,

huh?

My best advice for your drinking problem, young lady, is to seek

guidance. I'll wait here. I'll be right back.

I was just coming, dearest. Dog got loose. Have you seen him?

Here, Pop.

Eddie, can I please have the whole bottle this time?

I guess it's all right. You being a friend of the sheriff.

See you in a minute.

I see you got here all right.

Jenna won't talk to me.

Said we was through.

I'm sorry.

It's all because of Betty.

If all this hadn't happened, Jenna and me would be just like that.

It's all Betty's fault.

Jenna, did you see who did it?

He... He hurt me.

Who, Jenna?

Who did it?

Oh, God.

And I was always so nice to him.

Uh, Miss Jones, I think you've already had enough to drink tonight.

It's just one. You don't even have to give me a double.

You just give me that much.

I don't think so.

I'll be very nice to you.

Come

on,

Betty. Don't you think you've had enough?

Let's go.

Dick Smith just came in, saw you, and ducked out.

What are you, my keeper?

I think it's about time I became the bait.

Warnaby isn't here yet.

They're going to have to take his place.

Follow me as soon as I leave, okay? Come on, Betty. Let's go.

No. No.

You want to take care of me?

You can pay my bill.

It's important.

I'm sorry. She's already gone.

Thanks. Okay.

You should have let me turn the lights off first.

Now you've seen me.

You know who I am.

Oh, please, please, Eddie, don't hurt me. I like you. I swear I won't tell

anyone. Please don't hurt me.

I had you figured right all the time.

Didn't I?

Yes, yes.

Like those others.

You came into my bar looking for a man.

Yes.

A man. Oh, yes.

A man who would take...

I have to be like this?

You're a very good looking man.

number, please?

Who's this?

Yeah, I know. Jenna told me.

Gave me quite a scare when I couldn't get you on the phone to let you know.

It's a horror movie.

I go away for only two days and leave you to live a horror movie.

I just think about Gary Mosley and all the time he spent in prison for

he didn't do.

I still can't get it straight in my mind. How did you get those other women

talk? Betty?

Phyllis, they're waiting for Betty. I'll fill you in on all the gory details

later. I'll call you tomorrow.

Take care.

Well, you know, boss, I think Betty has two days left on her vacation, right?

What do you think about driving to the airport and sort of, you know, leaving

the car there, maybe taking an airplane to San Diego for some fishing, hmm? Oh,

J .R., that is a fantastic idea. There is a shop in Mission Bay that has a sale

going on now that is just fantastic.

Hmm. I seem to have left my checkbook at the office.

How can I watch if we run short?

Collusion. What chance do I have with teamwork like that?

Teamwork?