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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Scherer.

With guest stars Pat Hingle.

Joanne Linville.

Eileen Graff.

Rennie Jarrett.

Susan Mullen.

With special guest star, Marlon Mason.

Tonight's episode, Child of Love, Child of Vengeance, Part One.

Adam, hello.

Hello, Betty.

Is Barnaby?

Oh, Barnaby.

I'm glad I caught you.

Lawrence, you caught us just 20 seconds before lights out.

Well, I was driving by and thought I'd take a chance.

Did you get another threatening phone call?

Yes. Oh, dear.

You recognize the voice this time?

No.

Not at all.

Well, Lawrence, as I told you this morning, we're going to get right on

First thing tomorrow.

No.

I mean, uh... Well, that's why I'm here.

I want you to forget all about this. I've changed my mind.

Well, whoa. Now, uh... Your life has been threatened.

You can't just shut the door on that or they'll start coming in through the

windows. That's exactly what I'm gonna do, Barnaby.

Close the door on everything for a while.

Take them to leave by absence.

Maria's already made the reservations.

We're flying to Portugal in the morning.

Look, Barnaby, they must be following me.

They know I came to see you this morning. Do you think your going away is

to make this go away?

I don't know.

I don't know whether the threats are against me personally or against the

Nettleson Corporation legal staff or the corporation in general.

Well, just give us a list of names and we'll start at the top. No, I mean it.

Marie and I haven't had a vacation in ten years, and we're taking it. Well, I

can't argue with that.

Ten years is a long time to go without baiting a hook.

Oh, Barnaby, not every vacation is a fishing trip.

Well, have a good trip, Lawrence. Thank you, Barnaby.

Marie and I will send you a card from the Azores that will fill you both with

envy and resentment.

Ah, I am envious already.

Bye -bye.

Bye.

Easy. Just take it easy. What are you doing here?

What do you want? Keep it down.

We gave you one little simple piece of advice.

You didn't take it.

You went back to that detective.

And we don't like that.

Who's we?

Who are you?

We are the protectors of the cleansed.

Guardians of the newborn spirit.

That's the same kind of rubbish you've been telling me on the telephone. Talk

sense. We're teachers.

And we're going to teach you to mind your own business.

Now, wait.

Wait just a minute.

I did go to see Jones. You're right.

But I went there to tell him that I didn't want any investigation.

That's the truth.

Good. Good. We're glad to hear that.

But just so that you don't change your mind again tomorrow,

we're going to leave you with a little pain to remember us

by. No.

No, stay back!

Adams said he'd received threats on his life and you'd been investigating.

Well, we never really got started.

He came over yesterday and hired us. He came over last night and called us off.

According to Mrs. Adams, he had no idea who had been threatening him. And you

don't think that that should kill him?

It doesn't fit, Barnaby.

If someone had been waiting in there to kill him, they'd have had the gun.

And an expensive watch his wife gave him, his wallet, money clip, all are

missing. Mightn't the killer have taken those things in order to make it look

like robbery?

Maybe. There's been a whole rash of burglaries in this neighborhood the past

three or four months.

I have an idea that when burglary division gets a man, we'll have the one

got panicked into killing Adams.

John, somehow I have the feeling this isn't going to let Lawrence Adams

rest in peace.

If you uncover anything, I'd like to be the second or third to know. You always

are, Lieutenant.

Well, just checking my place in line.

Lawrence always said the agony of the law was in the constant delays.

Something from Shakespeare, I think.

Hamlet, the pangs of deprived love, the law's delay.

Lawrence loved Shakespeare.

He said it kept him mindful that the monumental tragedies and problems were

a modern invention.

Who did this, Barnaby? I don't know, Marie.

I want to find out.

Did he mention any names to you at all?

No.

Is there any particular case he could have been working on that might have

caused somebody to threaten him?

He never brought his battles home with him.

This was his sanctuary.

Oh, he was a fierce fighter in court.

I've seen him.

Is there anyone at his office who might know the details of the cases he was

working on?

Yes.

Lawrence was very impressed with a young lawyer who came to work for him just

last year.

Her name is Stephanie Capello.

Stephanie Capello. You know, that's a pretty name.

It's got a ring to it. Yeah, so does the telephone.

You could have called and told me you were coming. I'm sorry. We're just

pressed for time. Where is Barnaby?

Oh, never mind what I say today.

I'm just some damn mad and sad and hurt. I don't know whether to scream or cry

or get drunk.

And I don't even drink.

She was so nice to me.

Rough, demanding, intolerant of error.

So perfect to the boss.

Who in God's name could have done this?

Well, speaking of bosses, here's mine.

Barnaby Jones, Stephanie Capella.

How do you do?

Mr. Jones.

Warnaby, Stephanie's been up north all this week getting depositions in

connection with the union troubles at the paper mill. She hadn't even heard

about the threats against Mr. Adams.

It's incredible.

Oh, I hate that word. It's insane.

Maybe that's what we're looking for.

Somebody insane enough to want to settle out of court this way.

Mr. Adams said that the Nettleson Corporation had some problems this year.

If you want to buy this building, this would be a good time to make an offer.

Wildcat strikes at the paper mill have just about forced the publishing

to print everything in red ink.

Then there was a whole rash of food poisonings at Nettleson Hotels. You

your boss was right in the middle of all this litigation. Isn't there anybody in

particular you could think of who might have gotten mad enough to want to kill

him?

Now, J .R., I've been thinking since you came in.

All this stuff has been dragging on for a couple of years.

Nothing recently to precipitate a sudden barrage of threats.

Which makes me wonder.

Well, wonder out loud. We're listening.

Well... Three or four weeks ago, we were asked to find a missing girl.

Girl? Well, she's 25 now. She's a woman.

Who is she?

When she ran away as a teenager, her name was Diana Scott.

Who wants her found?

Mr. Adams never said.

I asked, but he ignored me.

Which meant, don't ask.

Any luck?

Some. She took to the streets when she ran away. I got a lead on this gal she

lived with up until five, six years ago. A semi -pro, I think you'd call her.

Candy Kane.

You talk to her?

No. She works in this crummy massage parlor. It was her day off when Mr.

and I went there.

Well, Jedediah, how's that pressure in the back of your neck?

Oh, nothing that a brisk massage by Candy Cane wouldn't cure.

I think you'd better go with him. He looks like he falls in love easily.

And I would still like to find Diana Scott.

Thank you. Thanks.

Love you.

Of all the sounds on earth, the most pleasant to hear.

Love you.

I was told it's all right to come back from the dorms now.

Yes, my child, it's all right now.

We have quieted the troubled waters. It's safe again.

Be at home.

Thank you.

Tell me, are you grooming Diana Scott as my replacement, or will spiritual

awakening soon permit the taking of two wives?

My dear Eve, is there still room in your heart for such thoughts?

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Paul and Jamie?

Yes. I should talk to them.

Paul.

Jamie.

Things didn't go quite as expected.

No. Well, you did what had to be done.

To guard the flock, to save the lamb, sometimes we must slay the lion.

Now, are you sure this puts an end to it?

Absolutely. What about that detective he hired?

Jones? Through.

Probably.

The papers made it look convincing.

Be sure, Paul.

We can't jeopardize all of this because of one unfortunate accident.

Sir, I don't think you have anything to worry about.

Jamie, nothing like this has ever happened before, and I do worry.

We'll see about it.

You know anything about these places, Jedediah?

That's funny, Barnaby. I was just about to ask you the same question.

Where are you now?

Hello.

We got a license. It's hanging right there in plain view.

Oh, good.

We just want to visit with one of your staff, Miss Candy Cane, I believe. Yeah,

they got a license, Barnaby.

Both of you?

Yeah, both of us.

Did one of our clients recommend you?

No, no.

It was my doctor.

Actually, it was his doctor.

If Miss Kane's busy, we'll wait. We just want to talk with her.

First door on the left.

Talk fast. She's got an appointment due.

Thank you.

You candy?

Yeah.

Hey, did you guys talk to Ed now up front?

Yeah, we did. We just want to talk to you, okay?

No, not okay.

Time's money.

How much?

How long?

Two minutes. Won't hurt a bit.

Ten bucks, and I'm being easy.

Here's 15.

You don't go and tell Ed anything about this.

Not a word, not a word.

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

This is my associate, Jedediah Jones.

Who cares? Meter's running, guys.

Hey, you're kind of cute.

We're looking for a young lady named Diana Scott.

I understand she used to be a friend of yours.

You mean Dina Scott?

Yeah, Dina or Diana could be the same person. Do you know her?

Oh, yeah.

Way on back.

I mean, she was really a messed up kid. You know what I mean? I think she came

from Santa Barbara.

Yeah, Santa Barbara.

Her old man died or something, and she couldn't handle it, so she split.

That's when she got into the life, started hustling on street corners.

When's the last time you saw her?

Wow.

Five, maybe six years ago.

She got conned by those big religious freaks out at that big center,

whatchamacallit place.

Oh, you know, it's in the papers all the time, out there in the boonies.

The Center for Spiritual Awakening?

Yeah, that's it.

They must have done a real number on her. You know if she's still there?

Well, kind of guess she is.

Maybe.

Well, kind of maybe. Why do you think so?

Well... I have this other friend, see, Claire Boyers.

And anyway, Claire went the fresh air route with these freaks, too.

Now she runs this landscape business somewhere in West LA. Anyways, I ran

Claire out in the supermarket and... Do you know what?

She tried to lay the message on me. Can you believe it? She tried to give me the

religion ticket right there at the potato chip rack.

You were saying about Diana Scott.

Yeah.

Well, Claire said that Dina was still out there at the place when she left a

year ago, still picking cabbages or something and trying to save her soul.

Thank you very much, miss.

You've been a big help.

Listen.

She could have made something of herself, you know.

I mean, if she'd stuck with me and got herself together.

See these hands?

These hands are worth a fortune.

You're not going to find these hands picking cabbages.

I got my act together.

I guess it's about time for us to get our act together. See if you can locate

this Claire Boyers that runs the landscape service.

Shouldn't be too hard to do. You see these hands?

You can see them work the yellow pages.

I'll send Betty over to Santa Barbara to try to locate the right Scots.

What about the Center for Spiritual Awakening?

I used to get literature from them.

They have a very fine reputation.

I'll find out who's in charge and pay him a visit.

Yes, sir.

My name is Barnaby Jones. I have an appointment with Mrs. Eve Garrison.

Welcome, Mr. Jones. You're expected.

Thank you very much.

I want to thank you for making this appointment with me.

You said it was a matter of how important to one of our members.

I'm a private investigator, Mrs. Garrison.

I know.

I took the liberty of determining that after you called.

Just a precaution. Fair enough.

In connection with the case I'm working on, it's necessary that I find a certain

Diana Scott.

She was here as recently as a year ago.

She may have used the name Dina Scott.

Well, the name doesn't sound familiar, but it's a simple enough matter to find

out. Our records are kept in our downtown offices.

A few thousand have passed through here in recent years. I'm amazed I remember

as many names as I do.

Yes. Yes, this is Mrs. Garrison. May I have the records office, please?

Is Mr. Jones there?

Yes. Records.

Thank you.

Yes, this is Mrs. Garrison. I wonder if you could see if we have a card on a...

I'm sorry.

Diana Scott.

She was about 25.

Diana Scott.

Who? Diana Scott.

25, maybe.

Yes, I'll wait.

I'd make it four years.

We're having computers installed. It would be a big help.

Yes, that's it.

I see.

Any forwarding data?

All right. Thank you very much.

There was a Diana Scott here, but she withdrew four years ago.

and our records show no further contact on her. No forwarding address at all?

No. I'll be glad to ask around to see if anyone might remember her, but, well,

I'm afraid our center isn't for everybody.

Well, I don't mind walking around asking a few questions. That's my business,

you know. Oh, well, we'd prefer if you didn't do that, Mr. Jones. It's not that

we have any secrets here.

It's just that, well, many of the people here now are neophytes.

And we like not to disturb their sanctuary while they're just beginning

concentrate on worthwhile objectives in their lives.

It can be very difficult for many of them at first.

I feel the same way about fishing, Mrs. Garrison.

If you do happen to hear from Diana Scott, here's my card.

Well, I'll certainly keep in touch.

May I ask a return favor?

You bet.

In your line of work, I imagine you come across any number of people in all

kinds of trouble.

Please keep us in mind.

Our center has had great success in helping such people find new hope and

direction in their lives.

So I've heard.

You see, I took the liberty of checking you out beforehand, too, Mrs. Garrison.

Thank you very much. Not at all.

Now you're not busy anymore.

You didn't have to do that. Thank you. I was glad to. You know, I'm getting used

to paying for information.

It cost me ten bucks in a massage parlor to find you.

You don't mean it. Candy cane?

Sweet as they come.

She said that you've seen Diana Scott as recently as a year ago.

Well, that's about right. I left the center just a year ago. And already I'm

entrepreneur. You were at the center?

Confessions of a teenage alcoholic, Mr. Jones.

In fact, the first time they tried to talk to me about the center, I hit

over the head with a wine bottle.

I don't even remember who it was.

It's hard to believe.

I found a whole new way to go.

I owe them my life.

Life and business are good now.

Pretty nice place I have here, don't you think?

Well, with a green thumb like you've got, it can do nothing but grow.

Well, I get my best nursery stock from the center.

It's the best there is.

The trees get a lot of gentle talking to you while they're growing.

Do you believe in that?

I can't argue with results.

What about Diana Scott? Do you think she did as well as you did at the center?

I really didn't know her very well.

Mr. Garrison sort of took her under his wing.

Administration, if that's the right word.

I got hooked on the outdoors.

So for all you know, she could still be there.

Why don't you go and ask?

Well, I think that's where my boss is now, doing just that.

Well, then, unless you want to come along and let me show you how to replant

garden, I really don't think I can do any more for you today.

Have you talked to these flowers while you're planting them?

Constantly. Oh, good. I want to ask you something.

What's that?

Can they tell if you're lying to them?

Of course, can't you?

Somebody's lying.

Question is who?

Well, the center records say that Diana Scott left four years ago. Now, Claire

Boyers said that she was there only last year. I think the center records are

lying. Why not your friend who talks to flowers?

Claire Boyers, I don't think she's the type.

Well, if the Center for Spiritual Awakening did get a hold of the

Miss Scott and turn her around, what reason in the world would they have for

wanting to keep it a secret?

A lot of questions, no answers.

The big question is,

Did Diana Scott's disappearance have anything to do with Lawrence Adams'

Well, not according to Mrs. Scott, who never even heard of Lawrence Adams.

Mrs. Eleanor Scott of Santa Barbara and her late husband adopted Diana when she

was a baby.

Apparently, Diana didn't learn of her adoption until Mr. Scott died

unexpectedly.

If I could gather, it hit the girl pretty hard.

She went wild.

Ran away from home.

Got into a lot of trouble. In and out of juvenile homes.

Then just disappeared.

Mrs. Scott doesn't have any idea where she is.

And from what I could gather from the tone of her voice, she really couldn't

care less.

Nobody cared.

The question is who.

Well, gentlemen.

That is why they make tomorrows. So that we don't have to do everything today.

I am going to pack it in.

Did I die?

Tomorrow we start working backwards.

Yeah.

See if Stephanie can tell us who put the wanted notice on on Diana Scott.

Oh, yes.

Yes, my heart just wants some tummy.

Who could have done this?

Well, whoever did it answered one question.

Lawrence Adams wasn't mugged, it was murdered.

I'd say that when we find Diana Scott, we'll find out why.

It's got to be a memo, a note, something.

What kind of role is that?

Bluebird dainer.

Good. I just wanted to make sure I got what I paid for.

Tell you what, I'll make it up to you. I'll take you to dinner tonight. How's

that sound? Is that fair?

That's fairly impossible.

I'm working tonight.

I feel like a ghoul going through Mr. Adams' personal papers like this.

Tomorrow night.

Oh, I've been invited with a group to go sailing down to King Harbor tomorrow

night. Sailing? I love sailing. I even had a come about and all that, you know,

stuff. I bet you do. Anyone who can come on like you do certainly would know how

to come about.

I was just trying to be friendly.

You asked me to help you.

A -ha.

What a -ha?

Well, it's not much, but at least it has her name on it.

From the desk of Lawrence Adams, Diana Scott, locate.

Requested by MNC. Who's MNC?

It's me.

Yes. Uh, Willard?

It's Stephanie.

Oh, fine.

Uh, listen, I was going through some of Mr. Adams' things, and I found a note on

some unfinished business requested by someone with the initials MNC. You have

any idea who that might be?

Oh.

Well, thank you, Willard.

No, I'll take care of it.

Yeah, thanks.

So what'd he say?

MNC is Mimi Nettleson Childs.

Oh, boy.

How come a boy?

Well, she's the daughter of the late, great Stuart Nettleson.

The Nettleson who laid the cornerstone? Well, she's also the sister of Stuart

Jr., who now rules the empire.

Well, where does this Mimi Nettleson child reside?

Oh, wait a minute.

Let me feel my way around this one just a second.

Well, Stephanie, we're going to have to talk to her.

Well, I think... they live in Montecito, but her husband, Richard Childs, who

travels for the company a lot, I think she spends most of her time here in L

at the Nettleson Castle.

Ah, Stephanie, you are truly a lifesaver.

Look, now, if you plan on going out there to bother the Nettlesons, just

tell them where you got this, okay?

Well, I hope you would like to reconsider my...

invitation for dinner this evening.

I never heard such outrageous plea bargaining.

Bring a couple of sandwiches to the law library tonight.

You got a deal. You know, you'll find I'm terrific at that research.

And so I

say to you, if you are within the sound of my radio voice today,

You are within reach of a new way of life.

Your own awakened spirit can provide all the light you need to see new avenues

of success, new possibilities for prosperity, and above all, a sense of

and well -being that belongs to each and every one of you.

Belongs to you.

Reach out.

The best things in life, in the world, belong to you.

printed copy of G. Wesley Garrison's message today, or wish to make a

contribution to the work of the Center for Spiritual Awakening, simply write to

us today.

Mr. Jones?

Very great pleasure, Mr. Garrison.

They handed me an note that you were waiting to see me. I'm sorry to keep you

waiting. I assume, though, you got my message.

The last part, anyway.

We can talk in my office.

We pipe it through the buildings on the days that we tape.

Many of our members are too busy to catch the regular broadcast.

We have 163 stations at the present moment.

We started out with three.

Just shows you what can be done when you release the energy of the spirit.

I didn't even... My wife said that she had made a standing offer to you

to help any of your acquaintances who might benefit from the center.

Don't tell me you already have a candidate for us. No, this is in regard

young lady that we've been searching for.

Oh, yes. One of our former members, I think my wife said her name was Scott?

Diana Scott.

Yes. Well, the name didn't register with me either, and that's unusual, because

ordinarily I'm very good at names.

There's something else unusual about it, too, Mr. Garrison.

According to your records, Miss Scott left the center about four years ago.

But another party that we've been talking to feels sure that she was seen

retreat within the last year.

Oh?

Please, sit down, Mr. Jones.

Maybe I can help us here.

Miss Armstrong, will you bring me the record card on a Diana Scott and check

make sure there aren't any more by that same name?

Yes, possible.

This sounds like a mystery for a private investigator.

Should be able to clear it up.

Who was it who said they thought they knew this, Miss Scott?

Well, I don't like to say until I know a little bit more.

Well, of course, I understand. I imagine the whole nature of your work is quite

confidential. I just don't like to involve people unnecessarily, Mr.

I understand.

Here's the card. There's only one.

Thank you.

Miss Armstrong.

I'm going to want to make a couple of changes on the second page of the

copy before it goes to the printers. That's as soon as I'm finished here.

sir. I'll hold it back. All right.

Well, as you can see, Mr. Jones, it was a little over four years, in fact.

Sure enough.

You don't keep a great deal of information about your members, do you,

Garrison? When people come to us bankrupt in spirit, Mr. Jones, we don't

record of their past.

We start them off with a clean sheet.

And I guess some of them do leave while the sheet's still clean. Yes.

Unfortunately.

All we can do is try.

If you'll forgive me, Mr. Jones, I think I detect a note of suspicion, as though

you might be accusing us of hiding some dark secret.

There are, of course, some people...

Who would like to discredit our work? And perhaps this person that you prefer

keep anonymous is one of them.

No accusations, Mr. Garrison.

I'm just being cautious.

Since we first started looking for Miss Scott, one man has been killed and my

own office has been firebound.

Good grief, Mr.

Jones. You certainly can't imagine that dedicated members of our center could be

capable of such acts of violence.

Well, as you said, it's a mystery for a private investigator.

Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Garrison. Come back to see us on more

pleasant matters, I hope. I hope that'll be possible.

Good day, Mr. Johnson.

Oh, boy.

Sorry, you all right?

No harm done.

Oh, paint.

How can you guys stand that?

That was a fast trip.

Well, Mrs. Scott is not much of a talker.

You were saying?

Yeah, yeah. The person who requested this search for Diana Scott was Mrs.

Nettleson Childs, who is the sister of the guy who runs the Nettleson Empire.

Hmm.

Isn't getting any clearer, but it's getting a lot more interesting, isn't

Why would a powerful family like the Nettlesons be interested in a runaway

juvenile delinquent?

I take it your trip to Santa Barbara didn't provide you with the answer to

question.

No, but it did provide us with a photograph taken when she was 15.

I imagine she's changed a bit since then.

Well, at least now we have a look at what we're looking for.

Betty, see if you can set up a time for me to have a talk with Mimi Nettleson

-Childs. Yeah, Stephanie says she spends most of her time at the Nettleson

place. I think it's time we found out if everyone's talking about the same Diana

Scott.

Let's get some lunch.

All right. Oh, wonderful idea.

Oh, cold from downstairs.

Keep an eye on the place, okay? Yeah, thanks.

Uh, Wayne, why don't you go down and bring up that other ladder, okay?

Yeah, that's Diana, all right.

You sure?

Well, there's a big difference between you and the other Mr. Jones who was

but there's not that much difference between this picture and the way Diana

looked the last time I saw her. Is that a fact?

The center has a way of restoring, what do they call it, the bloom of youth?

Some kind of magic.

It's not magic, Mr. Jones.

It's a miracle, believe me.

Well, if you're an example, I believe you.

Thank you, Ms. Boyer.

You've been a great help.

You're welcome.

Jamie, Paul, hi, strangers.

Claire, listen, we got a little problem.

And we need a big favor.

Well, sure, what is it?

Hmm.

My, Mr. Jones, of course.

Oh, I am extremely distracted with poor Lord

Adams.

But certainly that can help.

No connection at all with the tiny favor that I had.

Do you think?

No, certainly he couldn't think that.

We're not sure, Mrs.

Childs, but it might help if we knew why you asked him to locate Diana Scott.

Why?

Do you see that Mrs. Scott and I were very close?

We were colleague friends.

And I heard that she was very distressed over the disappearance of her daughter.

And I thought that the very least that I could do was to use the resources

of the Nettleson legal firm and possibly

find her.

It was a favor for an old friend.

That's all.

Oh,

Stuart,

I didn't know you were still home.

Anything the matter?

Oh, no, dear. Mr.

Jones, this is my brother, Stuart Nelson.

That's no business. Nothing to do.

I have to run. I told Inga not to plan dinner before nine.

Please try to get a nap before then.

I will.

No use to trouble him.

He had trouble.

It was all important to him.

It seems that the... Nevelson kingdom isn't quite as organized

as it was when Daddy was alive.

Mrs. Childs, was Mrs.

Scott in Santa Barbara aware that you're trying to locate her daughter?

No.

Sure. She mustn't know, you see.

It was just a favor for a friend.

And she shouldn't know.

We won't take up any more of your time, Mrs. Childs. Thank you.

Have you seen her ever?

The girl?

No, ma 'am.

But if we do, we'll let you know.

Oh, all right.

Bye. So start.

Oh,

man.

Can you imagine being that rich and that depressed?

Just wondering if under all that unhappiness, there might be the answer

of the questions we're asking.

Barnaby Jones?

Yes? Sergeant Glenn Keller, LAPD. I have a warrant for your arrest, Mr. Jones.

Felonious assault.

What?

You have a right to remain silent.

You have a right to an attorney.

Anything you say may be held against you in a court of law.

Tenet, it's a frame. You can see that.

Johnny, you don't believe that of Barnaby.

Of course not.

But they've got a complainant, witnesses, and a warrant. Now give me a

find out what happened. I'll tell you what happened. We got too close to

this Diana Scott who nobody wanted us to find. So somebody thought they'd take

Barnaby out of the picture. That's what happened.

All right, J .R.

You've explained it all to me. Now let me sort it out. The law is the law.

Well, you're out.

Out and out of business.

I guess you have my pistol and license.

Barnaby, I'm sorry.

But please, don't make it any rougher.

Lay off this thing right now. Let us look into it. Great, you're still

for the burglar who killed Lawrence Adams.

Easy, Jedediah.

That young lady took quite a beating, didn't she?

Look, Barnaby, I don't for one minute think you did that.

I mean that someone is willing to go to pretty painful extremes to do this. And

it all ties into the Lawrence Adams murder, you know? No, I don't know.

And neither do you.

But if it does, we'll find out about it.

Right now, your license has just been suspended. So go fishing. Do something.

Just don't do anything that'll get your license revoked for good.

You're not working for Mrs. Adams anymore.

Of course not, John.

I'm a private citizen.

Wrongly accused.

Gotta clear my name.

You don't need a license to do that, do you?

Oh, I really don't know.

Perhaps I'd better come back when the owner is here.

Miss Boyer should be back any time.

But I'm sure we can handle it.

Well, it's a rather large project.

We do have 42 units, and each of them has its own private little garden.

I would really hate to start with a service and then find out that they

deliver.

Don't let our looks fool you. I mean, we're backed by a pretty big outfit.

You mean this is just a branch?

No. We're really part of hub building maintenance.

It's one of the biggest in the city.

I mean, if we need more men to do the work, we've got them. Just like that.

Hub. I don't believe I've ever heard of them.

Everything from top to bottom.

We have maintenance, remodeling, landscaping. We do it all.

Well, I have two more appointments.

I'll tell you what. I'll call you. Hang on for a moment. Claire.

This is Ms.

Jameson. She manages the condominium project, about 42 units in the West

I was just telling her about our services.

Thank you.

How do you do? Oh, my, that's a nasty bruise. Oh, it was just an accident.

Would you like me to come out and give you an estimate?

You know, I know how you feel.

I fell a year ago. Well, it still gives me pain.

But it was discolored for over a week. How did you get yours?

Just a little careless.

A car accident?

Yes, an accident.

It's not serious, really.

Do you presently have landscape service?

Well, yes.

Yes, we do. But, well, I'd rather they not know that we're dissatisfied with

them until we, you know, find another.

Oh, sure. Listen, I really must fly. I have your number, and I'll call you in a

couple of days if I decide to have an estimate.

All right? Fine. Nice to meet you. Bye -bye.

Who was that?

Why?

I wish I'd had a good look.

Man, I swear I'd seen her somewhere before.

Hey, what are you doing? Come on.

I ought to call a cop.

Thought it was my car. It looked like my car, huh?

All right, enough with the hands.

You don't even own a car.

Okay, all right.

Look, pal, why don't you do yourself a big favor today and take a nice long

walk? I'm walking, I'm walking, I'm walking.

Anyway, I thought this was supposed to be a place to help people, you know.

What's with the stiff arm, man? How about a couple of bucks or some spare

change? About five seconds. I'm going to get real on friend. I'm moving. Wait a

minute, Nick.

Wait a minute.

Do you want help?

Who are you?

It isn't important who I am. What matters is who you are, who you think

who you want to be.

Oh, man, don't give me any sermons, will you, please? You want to help me out?

Give me a couple of bucks and I'm gone.

I can offer you much more than that, young man. I can offer you a whole new

of life.

I already got a whole new way of life. What's the story?

No story. You just come with me.

Learn who you are, who you can be.

And then if you find it doesn't make sense to you, well, you just go your own

way, live in cars, wherever you want to.

No kidding, huh? No kidding.

Did that come with a meal?

Man, I'm so empty inside, I got an echo.

We have food for both the body and the spirit, young man.

The conclusion of this episode will be seen next on Barnaby Jones.