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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Schera.

With guest stars Ben Masters, Conrad Janis,

Judith Chapman, Bert Fried.

With special guest star Ina Ballin.

Tonight's episode, The Picture Pirates.

Joe, why don't you give him a hand inside?

Here you go, Mr. Wayne. Come on.

Right.

It was a rowboat. It was a rowboat.

We went down to the Los Angeles River.

And we got this rowboat.

That was funny when you were still there. You locked those doors.

That was your first date? Nope.

Easy, Jimmy. That's no way to trade a film. That's going to make $100 million.

Tell you, Mr. Wade, if the public goes for the Moonstone Rebellion like the

folks did in Mr. Emery's preview tonight, it'll make $200 million.

Go on home, Joe.

Your wife is keeping the pizza hot.

Good night.

Good night, Joe.

Hey, you too, Jimmy. Go on home. Why don't you leave your car here and let me

drive you home, kid?

Hey, I didn't have that much to drink.

All right. See you. Good night, Jimmy.

Ken, they're still talking about the preview.

And about you. They're saying you're the best editor in the business.

Sounds like you want something, boss.

Those cuts I was talking to you about.

I'd like you to do them tonight.

Show them to me in the morning.

Hey, boss, it's 11 .30 at night.

I know you've been working like a dog, but Ken, Moonstone Rebellion opens in

just one week.

Okay, boss, I'll get right on it.

Thank you, Ken.

Gabe? Joe, this is Kent.

Would you stop Jimmy before he drives off?

Too late, Mr.

Wade. He just did. Anything I can do for you?

No, thanks.

This is something that I have to take care of myself.

You got it?

You know, Jimmy, when I was an agent, I used to handle this actor who never

liked the parts I got sworn.

Only the money.

Just remember, I have to have the prints back when I go to work in the morning.

It'll be back in your trunk by the time you wake up.

Ken, I thought I had a flat tire.

What are you doing out this way?

Let me toss that same thing back at you, Jimmy.

What are these canisters doing out here?

Oh, that's just some old footage. I've been messing around with trying some of

the tricks you taught me.

Your father was a great director, Jimmy.

He was also a great man. And the only reason that I'm giving you a break is

because he gave me my big break as an editor.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't, Jimmy.

I'm going to take the print of Moonstone back to the studio, and I won't tell

anybody what you've done. But I want you to get your things off the lot and quit

your job quietly.

No!

It didn't happen.

Look, he's got a bad heart.

He's going to be all right. We'll take care of him. You get out of here.

He's had two attacks already. I can't leave him like this.

I said we'd handle it. Now get out of here.

What about him?

You hit him too hard, Albert. He's dead.

Get his wallet.

Not for his money, his driver's license.

Jimmy says he has a bad heart, okay? So he has another attack on the way home

and he cracks up.

Now you put him in his car and you drive it and I'll follow you.

And after all these years?

Well... I still like to think of it as home, though it's not the big rambling

place I used to have in the old days. Huh, Barnardy?

I wouldn't say you lived in a shack, Ed.

Yeah, but look at the movie business today.

Beards. Well, you seem to like the business enough to grow one.

Well, this is self -defense.

It's young men with the beards have taken over the industry from the moguls.

Now, I liked it better when men like Harry Cohn and Louis B. Mayer said,

Shave.

Pamela, why don't you get Mr.

Jones a glass of milk?

Yeah, times surely have changed.

Apparently not that much.

You know, Barnaby, Kenway dying like that with a heart attack really shook me

up.

But tragedy, comedy, that's the way it is, isn't it?

What is it with you and this insurance company?

Wade had a $300 ,000 double indemnity life insurance policy. Ken was such a

loner, I find it hard to believe he had any relations to leave the money to.

One, an elderly aunt in Seattle.

Thank you. My pleasure.

You know that Ken moved into a new house in Brentwood about three months ago?

No.

Wait a minute.

He wrecked the car in the Hollywood Hills.

Near the place where he used to live.

At least that's the address that's still on his driver's license.

Now, that's not too hard to understand. I mean, a man with a lot of things on

his mind could forgetfully return to the house he used to live in.

That's the way the police have it figured, for now.

Could you get me a pass to the studio?

Oh, of course.

I'll just phone over.

But why?

I'd like to talk with Ken's assistant, Jimmy Collier.

I understand he's the last one to see him alive.

Well, while you're there, why don't you talk to Joe Tucker, my special security

guard? He was there protecting the print of Moonstone Rebellion. A special

security guard for a motion picture?

Is that usual?

Where have you been, Barnaby?

Haven't you read about the film thieves stealing the studios blind?

Yes, I read something about that. The studios are losing millions in rental

because these thieves somehow get hold of a hot new film print, knock off

thousands of videocassettes, which they sell in the black market.

Leaving us holding the popcorn.

Picture pirates.

That's why we've got to have special security guards.

Well, thank you, Ed.

I'll be in touch.

Okay, you'll find a pass at the gate.

Thank you.

Pamela?

Hey, what's the matter, Jimmy? Something's wrong.

Of course something's wrong.

Moonstone, they found out?

No, no, I got the print back in the vault.

All right, then what is it?

My guy Ken Waite is dead, and it's all my fault. Jimmy, please.

We have been through all that before.

I mean, all I'm saying is that it might have been, like they said, a heart

attack. Rita, I was there. I saw how that guy with Marty did. Jimmy, stop

blaming yourself.

Look, Ken wouldn't even have been there if it wasn't for me.

What was that for?

I just want to make sure that you don't hate me for getting you into this.

I don't, do you?

Come on, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. I know.

That I shouldn't have asked you for help.

And I know that I should have found another way to pay Marty back that money

owed him.

How? With a broken arm? Maybe a bottle of acid thrown in your face?

I'd steal this whole studio if I had to to keep Marty from hurting you.

I do love you, Jimmy.

Listen, I've got to get back.

Um, tonight.

I'll see you tonight. Okay, but...

Emory's secretary called about a party at his house, but I don't know. No.

What do you think? You don't know. They're the big bread to be invited to

go, yes.

Maybe. If you go with me.

Absolutely.

All right. I'll be ready at eight, okay?

Excuse me?

It's amazing how many little pieces of film have to go together to make a

Oh, uh, Jimmy Collier? Yeah.

I knew your father slightly.

You look a lot like him.

Oh, is there anything I can do for you?

Well, that depends on how much you can tell me about Ken Wade's state of mind

the night he died.

Who are you?

Barnaby Jones. I'm investigating his death for an insurance company.

Investigating?

Well, I don't know. I guess you'd say Ken was on cloud nine that night.

You mean on account of that preview of Moonstone Rebellion over at Mr. Emery's

house? Yeah. He was pretty happy about the way it turned out.

Tell me, in all the time that you worked with Mr. Wade, were you ever aware that

he was in financial difficulties, needed money?

Ken, top film editors are always in demand. They make lots of money.

Well, sometimes it works out that the more you make, the deeper in the hock

get. It's kind of a vicious circle.

What are you driving at?

Well, he needed a lot of money to pay for that new house, and then he had some

stock investments. I understand it didn't turn out too well.

Oh, I wouldn't know anything about that.

Look, what's going on? I mean, there's no question about it being an accident,

is there?

Anytime somebody dies suddenly, there are always questions.

Well, thank you. If I need anything further, I'll be in touch.

What's the count on Moonstone so far?

Well, let's see. By quitting time tonight, we should have almost 4 ,000

finished. Push it harder, Marty.

We don't want Emery releasing his picture to the public before we do, do

Lousy. Rita, is there any way to say thanks for $10 ,000?

All right.

Thanks for making me an accessory to murder.

Better? Marty, Marty.

Speak to your discovery with a conscience.

You said nobody was going to get hurt.

Rita, in all my years in the movie business, my word has been my bond.

So when I tell you that Ken Wade was alive and well when we put him in his

and sent him home, you can believe me.

Marty, you don't have to stroke me with that ball.

I've been a big girl since I was six years old and found out that lollipops

money. Which brings us back to the subject that makes us one big happy

Bring me Red Galaxy, Emery's other picture, and there's another envelope of

,000 waiting for you.

Oh, no.

Like they say, this was a one -picture deal.

I'm not getting Jimmy in this any deeper. Do you understand?

Jimmy, do I detect a note of mush in your voice?

You're not falling for this kid, are you?

He's not a kid.

And I don't answer to you for my personal life, so that's it. Finito,

me out, okay?

I own your personal life.

I bought and paid for it. So you are very much in until you bring me Red

Honey, please.

We meant something to each other once.

I know, honey, but you can't stand in the way of people earning a living.

And maybe I don't explain it too well.

Maybe Albert ought to explain it to you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Betty.

Don't tell Judd to die here.

What, that you're goofing off?

No, not that you can catch pretty girls with a rod like this.

He may take up fishing and we'll never see him again.

I know you pretty well, Mr. Jones.

And when you start planning a weekend fishing trip on a Tuesday, something's

bothering you.

You think that plug is bright enough for bass?

Probably the fact that...

Wade didn't drive to his new home that night. Isn't any evidence of foul play?

Yeah, something more.

Something... Barnaby?

Medical examiner's full report on the Wade autopsy finally came in. He rules

the heart attack theory.

Scar tissue indicates past damage, but no evidence of new heart

damage at the time of death.

Well, now that's beginning to put a little different light on things. You

you said that Emery mentioned something about people who were ripping off the

movie industry film pirates.

That's right.

Well, I was thinking, now there's this loudmouth at law school who's always

bragging about how he has the latest video movie tapes, and he claims that

they're the absolute latest, up to date, you know.

Did he happen to mention Moonstone Rebellion?

Well, not that he has it, but he was bragging this morning about how he heard

was going to become available soon. On the black market? Mm -hmm.

Now, I thought he was just, you know, bragging at first, but if he's telling

truth... Why don't you have a talk with him, Jedediah?

I'd be interested in knowing who he buys from.

Okay, let me see what I can do.

Hello? Uh, see, a glass of white wine for me, please.

Scotch and rocks.

I mean, what is it? Ever since I picked you up tonight, you... Wait a minute.

You went to see Marty, right? Now, what happened?

Nothing.

Well, what did Marty say?

I love you, Jimmy.

But I wish I'd never met you.

Paying off what you owed him with Moonstone wasn't enough.

He wants Red Galaxy.

Red Galaxy.

You ought to leave Red Galaxy at the studio, my boy.

You're not boring this pretty little lady with shop talk, are you?

I was just telling Rita what a great picture it's going to be, Mr. Emery.

is Rita Lockwood.

You have a very nice house, Mr. Emery.

It's it to my friends.

You know, you want to keep an eye on her, Jimmy.

Someone might take her from you.

Me, for instance.

That's why I like working with you, Mr. Emery. You always present a challenge.

It's well put.

As a matter of fact, I do have another challenge for you.

Ed!

Hey, good to see you. Marty, how's the electronics business treating you?

I don't rent a house in Palm Springs anymore. I own one, that tell you

Hey, that's a boy.

Look, everybody know each other?

It's a small town.

As a matter of fact, it's the good taste of directors like Jimmy's father that

forced me to quit being an agent.

Well, let me tell you, Jimmy's following in his father's footsteps.

Except he's going to be doing it in the cutting room.

That's what I was going to tell you about.

I'm moving you up a notch.

You're going into Ray Loring's cutting room.

You're going to be helping him finish Red Galaxy.

Sam, I want to talk to you.

Well, congratulations, Jimmy. If you're good, you get to work with the best.

And it's going to mean a considerable raise. Who knows?

Maybe you're going to be looking for a house next to Marty's pretty soon.

Excuse me, will you?

Well, Jimmy, looks like this was a lucky day for us all.

In the first place, you can stuff your teeth back in your mouth. The payoff on

Rita's debt was moonstone. Nothing else.

Jimmy, be reasonable. If it's a question of putting some money in your pocket,

too. Forget it. You're not getting Red Galaxy.

Look, kid.

I'm not in this alone.

You're dealing with heavyweights.

In the second place, why don't you get lost?

Her name is Francesca.

They're making crooks prettier these days.

Yeah, now, look.

Don't forget that your name is Harry Bigelow.

Now, wait.

You hung up the phone so fast, I didn't get everything straight. If she is the

West Coast distributor for pirated tapes, then who is this Lou Marcus you

about? He's a small -time dealer my friend at school turned me on to. By the

way, he hit me for 200 bucks to set this thing up.

Well... Let's go see if California Meridian is getting their money's worth.

We were told to look around and we couldn't miss you.

You are Francesca?

Are you the gentleman Lou Marcus told me about?

I'm Dave Allen. This is my boss, Harry Bigelow.

Please, sit.

Francesca. Lovely Italian name.

Anything else go with it?

A smile, perhaps.

If you say something witty. Well, maybe we can stir up a few chuckles in doing

business.

American men.

Always straight to the point.

Didn't Mr. Marcus fill you in on this?

All he told me was that you came through a friend of a friend.

That you have very powerful connections in South America.

So do I.

Social circles, perhaps.

But if you had a string of videotape outlets like the one I'm putting

in South America, I don't think you'd be talking to me right now.

Then apparently you do not need me.

My problem is, I need a way to get some of the key black market operators down

there in the line.

I could do that if I could offer them a really big movie. A blockbuster, you

know, something that would really make their mouths water.

With merchandise like that, Mr. Bigelow would have a lock on everything from

Panama to the Straits of Magellan.

I see.

These key operators of yours, Mr. Bigelow, would a tape of a film like

Moonstone Rebellion make their mouths water sufficiently?

That picture hasn't even been shown in theaters yet. What are you saying, you

have it?

No, I don't think I said that exactly.

You came pretty close.

Tell me, would a firm order of 10 ,000 tapes of Moonstones clear up all the

misunderstandings?

Indeed it would.

How does one get in touch with you? Well, you can reach Mr. Bigelow with

number.

And I'll try to think of something witty for next time.

I want to see that smile.

Arrivederci Ciao

What's the bottom line?

If the one called Bigelow is telling the truth, he's going to enter the South

American market on a silver platter.

Well, if I were you, I'd make sure his check doesn't bounce.

And do you really have to get up early tomorrow morning?

Mm -hmm.

That doesn't mean I have to go home tonight.

Oh.

What are you doing here?

Get out.

First, Albert is going to give you two a little lesson.

Which one first, Marty?

Just hold it a minute.

Now lay off Rita and maybe we can make a deal.

Oh, I know we can make a deal.

Only right now, Albert is going to demonstrate on Rita's face just a small

portion of what will happen to you both if you're thinking of backing out on the

deal later.

Albert?

Go on! Go on!

Are you sure this Italian lady knows what she's talking about?

Well, the one thing I am sure of is that Francesca would never hint at promises

she can't keep.

Oh, boy.

My exhibitors have put up a lot of money just to get the exclusive rights to

show Moonstone.

If they find out it's on the black market, they're going to scream for

money back.

Joe!

This is Barnaby Jones.

Have you seen Jimmy?

Mr. Jones? No, the guys in the Galaxy cutting room say he hasn't shown up for

work yet.

Just gave him a better job and already he's acting like an executive.

Would you rather wait for him or come back?

Right now, I think I'd like to hear what Joe has to tell me.

Mr. Jones thinks that the pirates have knocked off a print of Moonstone.

Moonstone? Nah, no way.

As I understand it, Ed, all the regular release prints of the film are over in

Culver City.

At the film lab where they make the prints from the negatives, right.

Excepting for the one that you and the film editors took over to Mr. Emery's

house the night of the preview.

Yeah, that's the one that's kept in this vault.

And this film has never been off the lot except for the night of Mr. Emery's

preview? That's the only time, Barnaby.

Would you like to tell me a little more about that night?

Was the film ever out of your sight?

No. While it was being run, I even stayed in the projection room.

Afterwards, me and Jimmy, we carried the print out to his car.

Then Jimmy loaded it into the trunk and... Hey, that's right.

I did step back to the house for a minute or so.

Why was that?

Well, Jimmy wanted me to find Mr. Wade.

He was at the bar, so I dragged him away and we took off.

So the next time you saw the film was when you helped unload it back at the

studio?

Well, if you want me to be exact, it was when Jimmy lugged it into the cutting

room. I was looking after Mr. Wade and he had a few too many drinks, you see.

So you never really saw Jimmy unload the canisters or load them into his car?

I was ready to give him a hand, but he said I should just look after Mr. Wade.

Very considerate young man.

Well, all in all, nothing unusual really happened.

Well, there was one thing.

When I was signing out, Mr. Wade called and asked me to stop Jimmy.

I told him he'd already gone.

What was unusual about that?

Ken himself, I guess. A minute later, when he went barreling out the gate...

He looked suddenly all gray and sober as a judge.

Well, maybe that's why he didn't stay and make the cuts I asked him to make.

He probably felt his heart going bad already.

Maybe.

Hello?

Yes, Lorraine.

But if you want to see Jimmy, you're going to have to come back.

He's down at the Mid -Wiltshire Hospital.

His girlfriend had some kind of an accident last night.

Here.

Jimmy? They said you were taking more x -rays. I thought they did all that last

night. Yeah, they wanted to look at my wrist. It started to bother me again.

it okay?

Yeah.

Like this.

And what is it?

Wait. You didn't tell anybody what really happened, did you?

But, Jimmy, that's what's starting to get to me, all these lies.

All right, look, now, I've got to go to work, but the doctor said I could come

by and pick you up around lunchtime. Now, we'll talk about it then, all

No.

Right now.

Because I may not be able to tell you what I have to tell you later.

Wait a minute. Is that heavy?

I wish I were dead.

I don't say things like that.

Listen, Jimmy, listen to me.

That $5 ,000 that I said Marty loaned me when I was broke, that was a lie.

And he never said he was going to throw acid in my face if I couldn't pay him

back.

That was a lie, too.

To get you to rip off that brand of moonstone for him.

Wait a minute. Do you mean... Well, then, since I was such a

pushover, why not Red Galaxy, too, huh?

Jimmy, I don't want you in this any deeper. That's why I'm telling you this.

That's why I want you to please walk out of here and never see me again.

I walked out because I wanted to give you a chance to be sure.

Are you that you never want to see me again?

I love you. I love you so much. I love you, too. And what's past is past.

From now on, that's all that matters.

No, Marty matters.

Those people he works with matter. They're going to kill me.

Then we'll leave town. We'll start over. Baby, what about your job?

I can find a new one. I'm tired of riding in my father's coattails anyway.

So what if they're watching me?

Then let's play it safe.

I'll go by your place and I'll pack up your things. And then when we leave,

we'll leave from here, okay?

Okay.

All right, now I'll call you when I'm ready to come pick you up.

Hello, Jimmy.

Mr. Jones.

I hope your friend's all right.

Rita? Yeah.

How'd you know about it?

Well, I was nosing around over the studio as usual, and they told me that

drove a green two -door, is it?

Yeah. Anything I could do for you?

I was just wondering, ordinarily, when you transport film, don't you use a

studio car? I mean, like the other night at Mr. Embry's preview?

Ordinarily, yeah, but I figured, what's the difference?

And it was your idea to use you in the car?

Well, I feel more comfortable behind my own wheel. Anything wrong in that?

You carry those two big film canisters in there?

Yeah, what about it?

Mind if I have a look?

Sure. Why not?

See?

Yeah, I guess you could... Carried quite a bit of stuff in there. Took the tire

out.

Yeah, well, I gotta get going.

In your statement to the police, you said that Ken Wade stayed on to work

that night.

Yeah, he did that quite a lot.

And yet a few minutes later, after he called the front gate in an attempt to

have you stopped, he drove out.

Well, he drank quite a bit, and people like that are unpredictable.

Could he have thought of something or found something he wanted to discuss

you? Well, if he did, he sure wound up driving the wrong way to get to where he

knew I was going.

Or even to his new home where some say he was supposed to be going.

Sorry, Mr. Jones, I'm already late.

Jimmy, it occurs to me that sometimes people get themselves mixed up in

Well, things that they wish they hadn't.

People?

What people do you mean?

You.

You want to talk about it?

ago if you change your mind i'm in the phone book under friend

the batch of videotapes is part of a truckload we seized

in west los angeles about a month ago and it's only the tip of the iceberg

made in hollywood france england japan yeah it's kind of pirating cuts across

all lines born to be that's why we've been working closely with the fbi on

even interpol this may be what you're waiting for

Thank you.

Yep. Francesca?

According to Interpol, her full name is Francesca Scarlatti.

42, born Milan, Italy. Good family.

Divorced twice.

Only got into bad company after she went broke splashing around those posh

watering holes along the French Riviera.

Any arrests?

Once in Lisbon, suspected of being a courier transporting Las Vegas skim

to a Swiss -numbered account.

Never brought to trial, though, apparently, the lady has friends in all

right places. Anything more recent that might indicate who she's working for

now?

No. No, the FBI got on to her after she came to this country, but what you've

told me is the first we've heard she might be involved with these film

Mind if I make a few notes?

No, you go to the head, but if this bunch you're talking about has managed

get hold of a major unreleased film like Moonstone Rebellion, it's going to

encourage film piracy like nothing we've seen before, so you... Keep me

informed, huh?

You know I will, John. Thanks.

Yeah, room 314, please.

Jimmy, listen.

Great city, New York. You're gonna love it, kid.

But first, there's some unfinished business we gotta take care of here.

Marty, listen.

Marty, please don't hurt her again, okay?

Oh, we're both reasonable men. I'm sure something can be arranged.

Marty, listen.

I'll get Red Galaxy for you, all right? Just don't hurt her again.

Ah, you drive a hard bargain, but okay, kid.

I'll phone you at the studio in exactly one hour, and Jimmy...

If I smell a cop, you'll never see her again.

Yeah, hello.

The hour's up, kid.

I've got it. Is Rita all right? I want to talk to her.

Later. Put the print in your car and drive to the telephone booth near the

corner of Gower and Westman.

I'll phone you there and tell you where to bring it.

Mr. Jones, he's being very careful. What did he want you to do? Drive to a booth

near Western and Gower.

He said he'd call me there in ten minutes. I mean, I just know something's

go wrong. Look, you did the right thing by coming to Barnaby. Don't lose your

nerve now.

Now, Jim, think.

Are you sure that Rita didn't say anything which might give us an idea as

Marty worked for?

I'm gonna tell you the truth. I mean, I didn't care about anything but getting

Marty off her back.

I don't know.

I still think we ought to go to the police.

Now, that's not the deal I made. Now, you promised, Mr. Jones. No police.

So we find out where they're holding Rita.

Take it easy, Jim.

Getting Rita safely out is still our primary concern.

All right, can I use one of these?

Yeah, yeah, but I thought you were going to follow me. I will, I will, but

Marty's probably going to have that phone booth stick down. I can't get too

close. You're probably going to have to go to two or three more phone booths

before he makes up his mind where he wants you to drop the film.

When he decides, you call it into Jedediah, he'll call it into me, and

take it from there. All right, and keep that thing out of sight unless I'm

talking to you, okay?

Let's get this into your car.

Jimmy, do you read me?

Here you find, JR.

I'm just about there.

Yeah. Hey, you're late, kid. You trying something funny?

No, no, you said ten minutes.

When I say go, leave the keys to your car on the shelf in the telephone booth,

cross to the other side of the street, and keep walking.

Okay, Jimmy, go and now.

I see.

Sounds like the fox I know for the chicken.

Barnaby, I can't believe I blew it. Come on, we gotta do something. I mean, if

they open those cans and find worthless films that are Red Galaxy, they're gonna

kill Reed. Jim, take it easy, okay?

Jedediah, I've got an idea.

It's a long shot, but it might work.

Go to the corner of Washburn and Beverly.

I'll meet you there.

I'll be in touch.

I guess you're kind of surprised to see me, huh?

Oh, it's all right. I love surprises.

Well, I have something to tell you, and it's very important.

But first, would you mind, how did you find me?

Look, a guy in my racket doesn't stay healthy for very long without contacts.

One of them fingered the South American buyer I was hooked up with, Harry

Bigelow. He's a private investigator named Barnaby Jones.

A detective?

Yeah, he had me snowed pretty good, too.

I had my suspicions, but... Come in, come in.

I don't have time. Now, listen.

My information is that the cops are going to knock over your pirate tape

operation sometime this afternoon.

Why are you telling me all of these?

Brownie points.

I want you to flash that winning smile when I come around here to do business

my own.

Oh, by the way, stay away from the phone.

Cops probably have a tap on it.

I'll see you later.

Work like a charm.

Dale, I know we have a problem getting Moonstone out to the distributors on

time, but they're just going to have to wait until we get set up somewhere else.

I mean, it's obvious Jimmy didn't think up laying this phony film on us all by

himself.

The only one that knows his location is Rita.

Get rid of her.

We'll face the run on Moonstone. We've got nothing to worry about.

Give me a soft phone booth about a block back. Why don't you call police

headquarters and tell Lieutenant Biddle what's going on?

Barnaby, if we wait for the police, they could be gone.

Yeah. We may have to do something about that.

Get the car.

Marty, you know what to do with Rita.

Start loading the truck. We're pulling out of here.

Hold it!

Right there!

Don't move.

Some job of checking them out.

That's right, fellas.

Join the party.

All right, everybody move over there. Face the wall.

Hands up.

Where's your girl?

I don't know what girl you're talking about.

Marty, please.

Sorry, kid. I didn't mean for it to be this way.

Bart!

You all right? Yeah, yeah.

You know, you really had me walking on eggs there, Jimmy.

But... Oh, excuse me.

Yeah, as I was saying, Jimmy, I aged quite a few years for what you two did.

But if the federal government is willing to make a deal, if you testify against

those people, I guess I'm not going to be hard -nosed about those things.

Then you're not going to press charges.

What do you think, Barnaby?

Like those pictures you make, I think it should be a happy ending.

That's your answer?

Thanks, Mr. Emery.

Jerry, after the trial, why don't you drop by the studio? We might work

something out.

I appreciate that, but first there's going to be a little honeymoon we've got

take care of.

Thank you.

Thanks to both of you. Good luck.

Bye -bye.

about that cousin of yours?

I bet he's got Pamela believing that he's a big Hollywood producer and he's

going to make her into a big movie star.

Well, I could forgive Jedediah almost anything except he grows a beard.