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Barnaby Jones, a QM production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Schera.

With guest stars Jack Ging.

Jeffrey Scott.

Harold Sylvester.

Special guest star Cesare Danava.

Tonight's episode.

a desperate pursuit.

What the hell are you doing here? It's 9 o 'clock in the morning. Please, I've

got to talk to you. You know where my office is. Make an appointment.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Please, I'm sorry, Mr. Ferrari, but you've got to listen to me.

Did Graham send you?

It's my fight you canceled.

That's only because you're in Graham's table.

What do you expect me to do?

Let him go on doping his fighters?

He never doped me, not me.

Look, I've earned my shot at the title, and you know it.

Then you'll get it.

As soon as you get another manager.

Yeah, but I'm tied into him. He won't let me go.

He will, sooner or later.

Because I'm putting him out of business.

Later may be too late, don't you understand that?

Look, my chance is right now.

I'm ready, Mr. Ferrari.

There's nothing I can do.

Yes, there is something.

You can fix it.

Look, you're the man who says who fights and who doesn't. That's right, Jim.

I do.

Sorry, I thought you were somebody else.

I certainly hope so.

I'm Betty Jones.

You're Mr. Ferrari?

Yes. Won't you come in, please?

Oh, thank you.

Barnaby Jones wanted you to have these papers.

Oh, yes, yes. The investigators.

He asked me to drop them off on my way into the office this morning.

California Meridian Insurance?

Yes, that's Barnaby's report on the validity of your claim against losses

you incurred when a boxing match was canceled.

Oh, not just a boxing match.

Shotted the title.

Cost a bundle.

Oh, yes.

Well, he wanted you to look them over and, of course, add any of your own

comments if you care to.

Sure. Sure, I will.

I will call you from my office.

Thank you very much, Mr. Ferrari.

Thank you.

Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

Look, this isn't going to do you one bit of good.

Hey, come on, come on, come on.

Don't kid around. Put that thing down.

Come on. I just did what I had to do.

Okay. Okay.

Let's talk about it.

We can't talk, can't we?

Hey, you don't want to do anything crazy. Put it down.

Yes, Betty just came in. I'll put her right to work on the paperwork.

Bye.

Betty?

Something wrong?

It's horrible, Barnaby. Just horrible.

You look like you better sit down.

It's Vince Ferrari.

He's dead.

Vince Ferrari?

I almost saw it happen.

How? He fell from his penthouse terrace to the street below.

I had just been talking to him.

I can't believe it. It all happened so fast.

I gave him your report.

And then by the time I got back down to the street... Did he give you any

indication that he was disturbed?

That he might do himself harm?

You mean suicide?

Oh, no.

He didn't seem like a man contemplating that.

When he came to the door, he was furious.

He said he expected someone else.

Who? I don't know.

Barnaby, there was a man.

When I was leaving, he burst out of the elevator, bumped right into me and then

headed for Ferrari's apartment.

He had to have been there when it happened.

I take it you haven't mentioned this to the police yet? No.

the middle, please.

No, I did not kill Vince Ferrari.

I didn't know he was dead until you told me. We got a phone call. You were seen

in the building. Well, I never said I wasn't there.

He invited you over? Oh, sure.

I always have breakfast with the state boxing zord.

I mean, we get together all the time, you know?

Hey, look, man, I had to board you in on him. That's the only way I could see

him. You had to change his mind about canceling your fight.

Alan wanted me to try.

Alan Graham?

My manager, yeah. He wanted me to try and persuade Ferrari.

Hey, look, he can tell you that.

Why don't you ask that woman who was there?

In Ferrari's apartment?

In the bedroom.

She was wearing kind of a blue robe like his.

She was a blonde.

That's all I could see.

Ferrari lives alone, and that's the way it looked when we got there. Hey, look,

she was there.

And Vince Ferrari was alive when I left him, and she can tell you that.

Hey, Lieutenant, what's the word? Murder or suicide?

Nothing I can talk about yet, Tom. Come on, Lieutenant, give us a break, will

you? We know you got something on the front burner. Later, Tom, later.

Later, Tom, later, huh?

He's not the one, John.

The man I thought was Caucasian.

And much older.

It's too bad. It would have made my job a lot easier.

Would have put Howler on the scene at just the right time.

What about suicide?

No reason.

But the way Ferrari put Haller's career in a holding pattern, boy, that sure

would be a motive for murder.

I'm sorry. I couldn't have been of more help.

Listen, thanks for coming by, baby.

Hey, Lieutenant, is the mystery woman a suspect, too?

What mystery woman? The one that Haller says can prove that he didn't murder

Vince Ferrari.

Well, you have been busy, haven't you?

Remember what I told you, never turn your back on a great reporter. He might

make you famous.

Don't do me any favors, Tom.

Haller asked us to write about her, said she can clear him. You think he's

spitballing us?

How would I know?

What do you think, Betty?

Well, I really don't know much about it.

It's Paul, isn't it?

Tom. Tom Powers.

I'm sorry.

Do you think there's a mystery lady?

Well, for Haller's sake, I hope so.

You think he's guilty?

I didn't say that.

Now, Tom, don't pick on her, huh?

Me?

I wouldn't pick on a beautiful lady.

What's happening, John?

Harry, what brings you in off the golf course?

Doing a column on your chief.

Thought maybe I could catch you for lunch.

Sure.

Betty, is Barnaby going to be on the case?

Oh, well, no, not really.

Could I ask you...

While you were watching the interrogation.

Betty, I'd like you to meet Harry Scott.

Betty Jones, Barnaby's daughter -in -law.

Hello, Betty Jones. My pleasure.

Oh, no, it's mine.

I read your column every day.

I knew there was a reason why I stayed single so long.

Don't you think we should wait until we're on first -name basis?

That's what I like, an old -fashioned girl.

I'll bet you're even going to insist that John come along chaperon us at

On the other hand, if you don't insist, I'm sure John won't mind taking a rain

check. John, that's the man I saw come out of the elevator at Ferrari's.

What?

Graham? I don't know his name, but that's the man.

Betty, that's Alan Graham, Jim Howler's manager.

I've already checked him out. He's got witnesses who swear he was in another

part of town at the time.

John, I'm positive that's the man.

Harry, give me a rain check for lunch. Betty, you stick around.

All right.

John, she'll be with me at Madam Chang's around the corner. You do like Chinese

food.

It's amazing how much you've learned about me in such a short time.

Get used to it, Betty. I'm going to want to know a lot more. You know, the

column, a woman's point of view of the private investigator.

How does that sound?

How you doing, Charlie?

Hi, Betty.

Hi.

You know, Barnaby, I don't know if Betty's using this Harry Scott guy

mean, what has he got? He's got success, he's got money, good looks out there.

Sure like to ride in his wake for a while.

Careful, J .R.

One can be swamped in a wake.

You're right, Betty, and I certainly hope you haven't forgotten how to swim.

Barnaby Jones, investigations may help you.

Betty, this is Charlie in a garage.

Some crazy dame just threw something through your car window.

It looked like a rock.

I didn't recognize her. I couldn't see her very well. She was wearing a light

-colored coat and a scarf around her neck.

Oh, look at this.

Now, who would do a thing like that?

Someone who didn't want Alan Graham convicted of murder, I would say. But a

woman? What woman?

Lieutenant Biddle didn't mention any.

No, but Jim Heller did.

He said there was a woman in Ferrari's bedroom.

With Cesare? Yeah, why not?

Why not have somebody there who could make sure that he could get in?

Charlie, the woman, can you remember the color of her hair?

She was sort of light.

Yeah, light.

Blonde, I guess.

Jim Haller said the woman in Ferrari's apartment was a blonde.

Hello, Betty. I just finished talking with Lieutenant Biddle.

Ah, well, what did he have to say about our rock -throwing friend?

He thinks we're on the right track. A security officer at Ferrari's apartment

just confirmed that he saw a woman enter the building with Ferrari late the

night before he was killed. A blonde woman.

Any idea who she is?

No, but Jedediah's trying to get a line on her now.

Even so, we can't rule out the possibility.

No, he certainly can't, but I have a friend, an ex -fighter, Fuzzy Moore, and

not much goes on in the fight business, he doesn't know about. He may be able to

help us if we can find him.

Good luck.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

Any luck yet?

Barnaby, one second.

Yeah, Mrs. Alan Graham. I don't know her first name.

Debbie, yeah. Can I speak to her, please?

Well, I really have to contact her. When is the best time to call?

Oh, no kidding.

Well, thank you very much.

Right. Bye -bye.

Well, that's one woman we can rule out, Barnaby. Debbie Graham.

She left for Canada a week ago last Thursday. Won't be back till next

You remember Fuzzy Moore?

Fuzzy... Oh, yeah, you got him off on a burglary rap, didn't you?

Yes, I'm hoping he remembers that.

I'm also hoping that old fighters never die. They just hang around, fight gyms

and gossip.

How can he help us?

If Alan Graham did any fooling around, Fuzzy would know about it.

You want me to try and find him?

I think we both can.

This is Bernie.

Is that you?

Who's there?

Hey, what do you want?

Oh, hi, Mr. Gibson. Hey, you're working late. Oh, I thought I'd start putting

the pool furniture away at night.

It's beginning to weather a little.

Thank you.

Hang on, I'll get you out.

Oh, yes, please hurry.

Are you all right?

Oh, yes, on my ankle. What happened? The darn thing?

I don't know. Just fell. I mean, just all of a sudden dropped.

Oh, my God. That's never happened before.

You sure you didn't hurt yourself?

No, nothing serious.

I tell you, though, I would have been in a basket case if it hadn't been for

her. Tom.

Tom Powers. Yes, yes, Tom. Of course. What are you doing here? Would you

that I was coming here to see you?

Look, are you going to be all right? I'd better go see what caused this.

Yeah, go.

I'll take care of her.

Thanks. Betty, I'm really sorry this happened.

It's all right.

Here, we need to get you off your feet.

I live on the fourth floor.

Can you negotiate the stairs if I help you?

I'll try.

Come on.

They said that you called at the office.

When old Tom Powers starts an interview, he finishes it. We were interrupted

last time by Hot Shot Scott, remember?

Hot Shot?

Well, that's what we call it down at the paper.

I'm really sorry about that, Tom. I mean, Harry just moved right in and took

over and just let me right off to lunch.

Just when you were starting to make some time with me.

Well, I'll tell you something, sir.

You are making time with me.

If you hadn't come along, I don't know what I would have done.

You know, after all of these years of you trying to get next to me, maybe

just overdoing it a bit, don't you think?

I tell you what, with that ankle, young lady, I'm going to carry you up those

stairs. Come on. Really?

Here we go.

Paul.

I tell you what we're going to do with that ankle.

We're going to put it in a bucket of cold water so that it won't swell

Wow.

Have you got a bucket?

Yes.

In the closet. Okay.

Tom, what's that?

It looks like a letter.

Here you go.

Grief.

What is it?

Liar, liar.

The elevator was just a warning.

Alan is innocent.

Admit you lied or pay the price.

A life for a life.

Betty, this is terrible.

Who's doing this to me?

I don't know.

But as long as I'm around, there's one thing for sure, Betty.

Nothing's going to happen to you.

Everything matches.

The handwriting, the ink, the description of the woman the apartment

saw. You think it was just a warning? Some warning.

Elevators nowadays are equipped with safety friction brakes. I think she must

have counted on that.

I'm just glad they worked.

Betty, you know this woman is demanding you perjure yourself at the pre -trial

hearing today.

I know it, but I'm not going to do it. I mean, how can I say that I didn't see

Alan Graham when I did?

Of course not, but I've asked John to give you police protection until this

thing is over.

And I think you better just hang around here until it's time for you to go to

the hearing.

You know, I think I'm going to try and see Ferrari's ex -wife. Maybe she can

tell us something about our mystery woman.

It would be nice to find her as soon as possible. I'm not too thrilled about

being her pen pal.

Yeah, I'll keep in touch.

I think I'll do a little more nosing around the fight, Jim. See if I can get

line on Fuzzy Moore.

Nobody seems to know where he lives.

Let's go.

Well, hello.

Oh, Barbie.

Have you met my hero, Tom Powers?

Yes, I think I've seen him around.

Tom, I want to tell you how much I appreciate what you did for Betty last

I'm just glad I happen to be there, that's all.

Do you mind a lieutenant, ma 'am?

Yes, sir.

I'll see you later.

All right.

Anything happen to another Biddle doesn't want me to know that?

No, only this.

Betty, this is Bob Corey.

He's going to be your best friend for the next few days.

Welcome aboard, Bob.

Pleasure. You better get a car checked out. She's got to be at the courthouse

about half an hour.

Well, timing, I guess.

Bad timing. That's the story of my career.

I mean, it's like the difference between working in the pits and having a

byline, or maybe even a column of my own, like, hot shot, Scott.

Hot shot, Scott. I'm serious, Betty. I mean, like the thing with you and the

mystery woman.

I mean, like, if I could be there when they find her, if I could break the

story, it could really help me.

Well, it'll certainly tell you everything I know.

That would be fantastic.

As long as you don't mind me tagging along.

I wouldn't want to monopolize your time. I mean, having a man around is not such

a bad idea under the circumstances, don't you think?

Well, that's very sweet of you, Tom.

Betty Jones?

Oh, yes. Are they ready for me? I'm afraid they're not going to call you

Judge Swayze's recessing.

Sorry.

Well, that means I've got to come back tomorrow.

This is worse than waiting in the doctor's office.

Never fear.

Thomas Powers will always be here.

Well... Guess I'd better get home and get this ankle into some water.

I've got to be on my feet this evening.

This evening?

Mm -hmm.

Your friend Hot Shot Scott has found a new Chinese restaurant that I just must

try.

I'll see you home.

Oh, well, now that's a late time. I mean, how would you get back?

I don't have to, Betty.

You know the vacancy on the second floor of your apartment building?

My staff was moving this afternoon.

Okay, you lead the way, Mr. Scott. I'll follow in my car. Right. I'll try not to

lose you.

Harry! Get out of here! Get out!

Stay down!

Please, get some help. Call the paramedics!

How's the patient?

Doctor says he's getting along fine. Should be going home in a couple of

After all, it was just a shoulder wound.

Just?

Betty, you know it wasn't your fault.

Barnaby, that bullet was meant for me. I should never have put Harry in danger

by going out with him.

From what I hear, he doesn't give a girl much chance to say no. All right, look,

cheer up, folks. Even though Ferrari's ex -wife wouldn't talk to me, Fuzzy

called. Now, he heard you were looking for him, Barnaby, and even as we speak,

he's waiting for us in a bar.

Betty.

Well, I have 15 minutes to get to the courthouse. I know. Hurry up and wait.

You know, I don't believe the way that guy has begun to take this hero business

seriously. I think Betty's going to have to tell him to get lost.

Yeah, but Betty likes him.

Betty likes him?

So did I.

Gallantry, attention, thoughtfulness sometimes go a lot further than buying a

girl an expensive dinner.

It's much cheaper, too.

Come on, let's go see what Fuzzy has to say.

What kind of odds do you give me?

Tony Galindo would flatten Muhammad Ali in the first round.

A thousand to one, give or take. I'll give you the same odds, Barnaby. There

ain't no broad help Alan Graham killed Vince Ferrari.

Fuzzy, there was a woman there.

Sure there was.

But compare Ferrari with Graham by...

That's like putting the heavyweight champion of the world in with a

bantamweight. That ain't no contest.

I mean, the brother of me to Pastor Graham, he'd run for governor.

He was so hung up on this old lady.

Some showbiz brother he met a couple of years ago.

That's the only thing he was ever straight about.

And Ferrari's a heavyweight.

That's the reason this old lady left him for kind of a chick named Shelly

Donovan.

Shelly's married too, and that's the problem.

The old guy found out about it, her old man, and really worked her over.

That's him tending the bar with her.

Fuzzy, what we have to know is, who was the woman in Ferrari's apartment?

Shelly Donovan.

She was seen with Ferrari in a high -class, authentic restaurant last

night.

The next day, Vince took his dive.

Is Shelly a blonde?

Blonde and beautiful.

Oh, boy.

What's the matter?

Your story doesn't exactly support a theory we've been working on.

I still think we should talk to Shelly.

Fuzzy, can you arrange that?

No problem.

She works here as a waitress.

Comes in at 5 .30.

You see, I've been looking for another apartment for some time, so when I saw

that vacancy in your building, I just grabbed it.

Well, it'll be nice having you for a neighbor, Tom.

You betcha.

We're gonna make a good team, you and me.

You know, a woman living alone, well, she needs a man to look after her.

Tom, I... Don't get me wrong. I mean, it's not just a one -way street.

I mean, it's going to be nice for me, too.

Betty Jones, they want you on the stand.

I thought we'd have a celebration tonight, a little housewarming. It's a

time for you.

Tom, really... Miss Jones, you're waiting.

All right.

Miss? May I help you?

Shelley Donovan?

Yes. My name's Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator. This is my

Jedediah Jones.

I'd like to talk to you a few minutes.

Me?

What about?

Vince Ferrari.

I don't know anybody by that name.

We have reason to believe that you were in his apartment the day he was killed.

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

Well, the woman who fits your description was seen entering the

him. I'm sure there's lots of women that fit my description.

True, that's true, but their fingerprints wouldn't be all over his

Unless, of course, you're sure that yours won't match up.

Please.

Not here.

I can't talk here.

Then you were there.

Yes.

I can explain everything, but please, not here.

These dudes hassling you, Shelly?

No. No, it's nothing.

What's going on here?

We're talking to a waitress. Can't we talk to a waitress?

Depends on what they're talking about. Supposing you tell me.

Supposing I tell you, Mr. Donovan.

I'm afraid we're going to have to ask your wife to come downtown with us and

answer a few questions.

Questions?

We have reason to believe she may be a material witness to a murder.

Or even the murderer herself.

Betty, J .R., listen. We just found the woman who was in Ferrari's apartment.

The mystery woman? Oh, J .R.

Yeah, now listen. Have Officer Corey bring you to Lieutenant Biddle's office

because we just brought her in for questioning, okay?

I'm on my way.

Hello? Hi, Betts.

It's 6 .30.

Champagne's on the ice.

What? It's Tom.

I've got all the ingredients for a great housewarming party.

I'm just waiting for you.

Tom, I'm sorry.

I forgot. I can't come.

Oh, come on, Betty. You promised.

No, I didn't promise, Tom. You know I didn't.

Listen, good news. You're going to get your story.

They found the mystery woman.

They found her?

Uh -huh.

I have to go down to police headquarters as soon as I get dressed.

Listen, let me take a rain check, all right? Bye -bye.

Alan Graham never knew you saw him push Vince Ferrari off the balcony?

No.

And after he left, I cleaned everything up so it would look like I hadn't been

there.

Miss Donovan, did you ever threaten Betty Jones for identifying Graham?

Why would I do that?

As long as they had the right man in jail, I didn't have to say anything.

I was afraid my husband would find out and... beat me again.

Or worse.

Well, I have a feeling Betty thinks she's off the hook.

Better tell her she's not.

It's busy. At least she hasn't left yet.

Hello. I saw you at the hearing today.

What?

Who is this?

You lied again.

This time you are going to die.

Who is it? Why are you doing this?

You can't escape.

I'm here.

Just across the street.

The woman. She's across the street in the phone booth.

Description fits.

Lock the door.

Keep her on the phone.

Uh, hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Betty, listen, uh, our mystery woman theory just got shot down.

I know, J .R., I know.

I just got a call from the real one.

From across the street.

Bob went after her.

But it will be right over.

The woman is there now.

Eddie, it's Tom. Are you in there? I've been waiting for you.

Hey, you think I'm going to get away?

They have the wrong woman.

She's out there now. She wants to kill me.

Where's Corey?

Outside, looking for her.

We can't stay here because if Corey doesn't find her, this is the first

she's going to come.

Oh, you have a thought there.

We'll go to my place.

What about Corey? I'll come back and get him. Come on.

They've been found.

Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?

Tom, don't you think you should postpone your housewarming? I mean, just for

another time. No, everything is ready. We're going to have a little toast.

Tom, please.

I think you should tell Bob Corey where we are.

I will.

In a minute.

Oh, I had that blown up at the paper tonight.

Well, we can't waste our time. I have some food in the oven. We're going to

start our party.

Tom, there's someone out there who wants to kill me. Now, you get Officer Corey

up here right now.

No!

This is our party, and I don't want him here.

Well, I do.

No, let him mess around down there at that phone booth.

What did you say?

He doesn't belong up here.

I never mention a phone booth.

You said she called.

She threatened you.

It wasn't you.

Tom, you didn't make that phone call, did you?

No.

Cory was in the way.

Harry was in the way, too, wasn't he? No, no, Harry was not in the way.

He just was never there.

Like I was always there, and I always will be.

Yes, you've always been there.

Except when Harry was shot.

There never was a mystery woman, was there, Tom?

Was there?

You threw the rock through my car window.

Made the elevator fall.

Sent those messages, the threats.

You put me through... Why, Tom?

Answer me.

Why?

How else were you ever going to know?

that you are the most magnificently beautiful woman I've ever seen in all of

life.

A beautiful woman like you would never... So,

you see, I had to make you see what I really was inside of me. I mean, I'm not

some little funny man that lasts all the time working at the newspaper looking

for a byline.

I'm a man.

Do you have a diet?

I was there to take care of you.

And I always will be.

To comfort you when you're hurting.

To protect you in danger.

Tom, this isn't Camelot.

You don't win a lady's hand by feats of daring. I mean, that went out ages ago.

You love me. I know you do. It doesn't work that way. Well, it will work.

I'll make it work.

Now, you love me.

Only in your mind.

Don't you understand?

It's a fantasy in your mind.

Oh.

No, listen.

I'll blow your head off. Now you sit down.

You sit down there. This is our party.

Our food's getting cold and you like Chinese food. I know, at least with

men you do. Well, you're going to like it with me.

And you know what?

It's going to be a nice party.

Betty? Betty!

Where's Betty?

I don't know, Lieutenant.

I found the door open. Been trying to locate her. What's that?

What that woman was wearing, I think. I found it outside.

Mud on it. Yeah, there's mud there on the floor.

The woman.

She must have been in here.

Wait.

The tracks in the mud out there, they were men's tracks.

A man disguised as a woman?

Why not? We didn't have very much luck looking for a woman.

But I told Betty to keep the door locked. Why would she let anybody in?

Well, it would have to be somebody she really trusted. Somebody she was close

to. Wait a minute.

And has nobody been closer to her lately than Tom Powers?

Better than Madame Ching's any day, right?

Right?

Right.

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

I'm going to the bar room, all right?

Betty.

Wait one minute.

Betty.

Thank you.

Ready?

I'm not going to let anyone else have you.

Not now.

Hold it!

It's all over, Tom. Drop the gun.

Tom.

It's not right.

I...

I work so.

Didn't I prove myself to you?

Didn't I?

You have no right at this point.

Poor Biddy, that run up the stairs sure didn't do her any good.

Yeah, I told her to stay in and soak it all day.

And it is this reporter's opinion... Uh, well, it's the least I could

do. I mean, it is my fault that Harry can't write, and he does have to get out

and call him.

Oh, what is it about?

Me?

Read that last line back, please.

It is this reporter's opinion that a woman as fine as Betty Jones should have

least a $100 raise, her name on the door, and two -hour lunches?

You already got two -hour lunches.

Couldn't I have a $50 raise?

How about $25?

I don't need my name on the door, just a little plaque.

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