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Barnaby Jones, a QM production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark Schera, with guest stars

Julie Summers, William Kirby Cullen,

Richard Doyle, Regis J. Cordick,

with special guest star Lynn Carlin.

Tonight's episode, Designed for Madness.

What's the score? Can I still win? Well, let's see.

You've got three birds left. You'll have to break all three to beat Dart.

Shouldn't be so greedy, Aunt Amy.

Two hits will make it a draw. We can both leave the field with honor.

Draws are for chess players.

I want to win.

Pull.

Hey, I hardly scratched that one.

Want to bet another hundred on the next two birds?

You're on.

There's supposed to be a party, Alan. What's the briefcase for?

Oh, a couple of things to eat in Miss Cameron's signature since I was coming

over anyway.

Well, forget it.

Let's let Amy enjoy herself today. As long as I'm running the office, we'll

conduct business during business hours.

I'm not being unreasonable, am I?

Of course not, Mr. Harrison.

I, uh... I'll just put this back in the car.

Good man.

Got me, did I?

200, I owe you.

Hey, come on, Doug. We can find something quieter to do. I'm for that.

shooting hurts my ears. Well, maybe a gin and tonic will help, huh?

What is it, Amy?

Feeling guilty about having a good time again?

I don't know, Clark. I guess I'm just not ready for people yet.

And parties, and... Maybe I left the hospital too soon.

Too soon?

I'd say that your year in that country club you call the sanitarium was long

enough by just about 52 weeks.

I suppose I could have come home sooner. You're right, as usual.

But...

This place is so full of memories.

Amy, your husband was more than just a client. He was a friend.

When he died in that accident, it hit me pretty hard.

But enough time has passed.

And we both have obligations we can't put off any longer.

No, Clark, you're not going to start that again.

Amy, it has to be resolved.

George left you a hodgepodge of holdings, real estate, and business

together without rhyme or reason.

Then there's this.

What was it you just bawled out Alan for?

Conducting business only during business hours?

Now, don't beard me, Amy.

This is a museum piece of a house surrounded by acres of high -tax

And it is leaking money by the bucketful.

I'm here to help you. Don't you understand that?

By asking me to sell all this, everything, everything?

It's what George wanted. He wanted you to be protected in case something

happened to him. I can't. I can't just sell off everything and let go of the

past.

No, I can't. It's all I have.

Amy, you're George's only living heir. You'll never have any need to want.

But I have an obligation to him that I must fulfill.

So as executor of his will with full power of attorney, I intend to

liquidate all of this, as he instructed me to do in his will. Is that all I am

to you, Clark?

An obligation?

I thought we were friends.

Of course we are, Amy. Why do you think I'm insisting that you get away from all

of this? It's become a huge security blanket. It'll bind you eternally.

Now, stop holding on to things. Stop holding on to people.

You've done it with your husband, and now you're trying to do it with me.

got to learn to stand on your own two feet for once. That's a rotten thing to

say. You have no right, no right to talk to me that way.

This is Cameron.

It's time for your medication.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, but tranquilizer is exactly what I need at this moment.

Mrs. Cameron, Cook would like to know what time you want dinner served.

I really don't care.

Whenever. Of course, I'm... I'm sorry if I interrupted.

Now you hear me, Clark.

The more I think about this, the more furious I get.

You're patronizing me, and I won't have it.

Amy, come off it.

Yes. Yes, you are.

And I won't stand for it.

Nobody... Nobody... Treats...

Amy?

Amy, are you all right?

Did you see Tuggo inside just now?

No, I haven't seen Mr. Nolan, but if I do, I'll tell him that you're looking

him.

He's dead.

Would somebody please call the police?

Mrs. Cameron?

Amy?

She's really out of it.

Janet, help me get her into the house.

You two still here?

Hi, Barnaby. Long day, huh?

Seems so, especially in that drive back from La Jolla.

Now, what is so fascinating about this place that you can't tear yourselves

away?

Well, there was a phone call about your niece up in Santa Barbara.

Amy Cameron?

I can tell by the tone of your voice that it wasn't just a social call.

Well, there's been a shooting, Barnaby.

Amy's lawyer, an old family friend, Clark Harrison, was killed.

The housekeeper wasn't clear as to what happened, but she indicated that somehow

Amy was involved.

It's 8 .30.

I can be in Santa Barbara in a couple of hours.

No, no, wait a minute. That's what I'm doing here. I'll drive you up. You can

sleep on the way.

It's not necessary for you to race up there tonight, though.

Betty, Amy is family.

She was my wife's favorite niece.

Anything I can do for her, I will.

Well, that's just it.

Amy's doctor has her sedated.

You can't do anything for her until tomorrow.

Hello, Charlie.

Oh, hi, Toby. Yeah, they said you'd be coming up. Been a long time. Yes, it

Your office didn't give me much on the phone.

What does this look like to you?

Well, I can't really say.

Other than Mrs. Cameron, no one was close enough to actually see the

Well, what does Amy, Mrs. Cameron, say about it?

Well, not much.

She says she blacked out, doesn't remember anything.

I guess she's had her share of emotional problems.

What about physical evidence? Any fingerprints on the weapon?

No, Mrs. Cameron was wearing gloves.

What about Harrison? Was he wearing gloves?

No, Harrison wasn't shooting, so he didn't accidentally shoot himself with

gun, if that's what you're thinking.

Well, in any case, you're going to put this in as an accident, aren't you?

It's too early to tell.

I have to keep an open mind about that.

Stay in touch, Barnaby.

You must be Barnaby Jones.

That's right.

I'm Mary Baines, Mrs. Cameron's housekeeper.

How do you do? I'm so glad you could come, Mr. Jones.

Amy's going to need all the support her family and friends can muster.

She's taking it pretty hard, is she? Very hard.

It had to be an accident. You must believe that.

It's a beautiful home, isn't it?

I can't tell you how much I've come to love this place.

It's so sad to see so much tragedy come into it in the past year.

I'd forgotten how big this place is.

Oh, you've been here before then?

Yes, I was here for the wedding when Amy married George.

Must be seven, eight years ago.

I assume my responsibility just a year later.

I can take it from here, Ms. Bain.

Oh, certainly.

If there's anything you need, I'll just be downstairs.

Thank you.

Amy?

It's Barnaby.

Barnaby.

Oh, Barnaby.

I'm so glad you're here.

Now you just relax and tell me all about it.

I wish I could tell you. I wish I could remember.

It's all a horrible, confused blur.

You don't recall anything that happened yesterday?

Oh, before.

Yes, of course.

There was a party.

A lot of people were there.

Doug and I were trap shooting.

You remember Doug, my nephew from George's side of the family?

Oh, yes.

Has he gotten himself an honest job yet, or is he still waiting for the

lightning to strike?

You remember him all right.

The playboy of the Western world.

He and the others left after we'd finished shooting.

It's everybody except you and the lawyer.

Yes. Clark and I stayed there talking.

We got into an argument about some estate business and...

I remember feeling hurt by what he was saying.

Hurt and betrayed.

And that's all you remember?

Yes.

Hurt and betrayed, you say.

A little angry, too?

Oh, yes, I was angry, but... angry enough to kill somebody.

I don't go making up things.

Oh, Barnaby, why can't I remember?

Is there... Is there anything else?

Even something hazy. Anything at all.

Well, I think we were still arguing when the nurse brought my medication.

And you felt all right up to then? Yes.

I remember being left alone again with Clark and then... Then it

all seems to go blank.

This medication, what was it?

Some sort of tranquilizer. I don't know what it's called.

And you've been taking it on a regular basis?

Yes, three times a day.

And it's never given you any bad reaction, blackout, or what happened

No. No, not even in the sanitarium. And I've had every kind of tranquilizer they

ever invented.

I'm sorry, Barnaby.

Okay.

I've pressed you enough for now.

God must be very angry with me.

Amy. It's true.

First my husband in that horrible accident, now Clark.

He must be very angry with me.

Amy, you know better than that.

But I needed them, Barnaby. I'm no good alone.

I need somebody there who... What you need is a lot of rest.

Don't leave me.

Please. Please.

I have to have somebody here I can trust.

I'll be around.

There are only two keys, this one and the one that Nurse Denning carries, due

the fear that Amy will overdose herself.

Has that ever happened? No, but her psychiatrist feels that there's definite

concern due to her history of depression.

There's the pharmacy.

Is she taking all of these now?

No, just the tranquilizer and the nighttime sedative on a regular basis.

others are just for when the doctor feels it's necessary.

The sheriff has already taken samples.

Well, I am sure that the sheriff is not going to begrudge an old

forensic chemist just to spend a few hours in his lab.

Well, it would be marvelous if you could find the answer to the problem in one

of those bottles, but I doubt it.

Sounds like you've got the answer to the problem pretty well figured out

already. Of course, I...

haven't figured it out, as you say.

You have something on your mind, Mrs. Baines? What is it?

Mr. Jones, I'm afraid it would sound like I was just stabbing my employer in

back.

Well, you're going to have to tell the sheriff eventually anyway.

Mr. Jones, I... I hope I'm wrong. It's just that... Well, I have my doubts

the death of Mr. Cameron.

I mean about it being an accident.

That's a pretty serious notion, Mrs. Bain.

I'd like to know how you came by it.

Well, as you know, Amy was driving the night that the car went over the cliff.

Now, she either jumped or was thrown clear.

But her husband died at the bottom of the gorge.

They called it an accident.

So I understand.

Well, some people might feel that it was a very convenient accident.

Especially since George Cameron was planning on divorcing Amy.

How do you know that?

Well, I overheard them.

They quarreled bitterly just prior to his death.

And then, well, after he died, Amy's mind was so shattered by unbearable

that they had to put her into a mental institution for almost a year.

And then again yesterday.

She was quarreling with Mr. Harrison just before the shooting. I'm terribly

afraid that she's...

She's done it again.

Of course, the office isn't open on Sunday. I just came in to get a jump on

problems we're going to face because of Harrison's death.

I appreciate you seeing me, Mr. Simmons.

What I'm interested in is getting a clear picture of what happened just

the shooting.

I understand you were in that area at the time.

I just left the trap area to put something in my car.

Was the trap area visible from where your car was parked?

No. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear.

Harrison and Amy were having some kind of argument.

Could you tell what you were saying?

No, just a word here or there.

But they were angry words, no doubt about that.

And then it got quiet for a minute.

And then we heard him, Harrison.

He let out that god -awful yell.

And then the gunshot.

And that's about it, Mr. Jones.

Maybe you could help me out on one other thing.

I've been told that Amy's husband was planning to divorce her just before he

died. That's right.

He discussed it with Harrison and me the day before they went over the cliff.

He was expecting Mrs. Cameron to contest the action.

Wanted to be sure of his legal position.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had someone with you. No problem.

This is Mr. Jones, Amy Cameron's uncle. He's doing some investigative work for

her. How do you do?

Hi. I finished all the dictation you gave me.

Mr. Simmons, is it all right if I leave now? Doug's waiting for me.

Sure. Run along.

And thanks for helping out today.

Oh, sure. Glad to.

See you tomorrow.

Is that about it, Mr. Jones?

Got a lot of work ahead of me today.

Yes, that just about does it.

Oh, there's just one other thing.

Yeah, what's that?

When we're talking about the Cameron estate, how much money are we talking

about? I didn't know we were.

Talking about money.

But it's no secret?

About nine million would be a ballpark figure, including the house.

Why do you want to know?

I thought it'd be a nice thing to know.

That amount of money could be a temptation for some people.

Thank you again, and I hope you don't have to spend the whole Sunday indoors.

Hello, Mary.

You, uh, remember Samantha?

Hello, Samantha.

Doug, could I have a word with you?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Why don't you, uh, go change in the downstairs bathroom?

You remember that is, don't you?

Yeah. I'll meet you at the pool.

Right.

Doug, what are you doing?

It's a sunny day.

Decided to take a swim. What's the matter?

I don't see how you can be so insensitive.

To bring a girl into this house after yesterday.

As if nothing had happened.

Don't you know what's going on here?

What do you mean?

Amy?

Yes. That poor, disturbed woman is very, very dangerous.

Now, don't you understand? She may look normal. What happened to Mr. Harrison

was no accident.

I don't mind telling you that I sleep with my door locked at night.

And you, you're so callous. To bring a young girl here as if nothing had

happened.

Amy! Amy, wait, please! I'm sorry!

Now that was one incredible piece of timing.

Shut up, you damn fool.

Amy, please won't you... I don't want to.

Please try to forgive me for the things I said.

I've tried not to show up, but I've... Been upset also lately.

Will you please leave me alone?

What was that with you and Mary?

Nothing.

Just... You know,

you didn't put enough on your fork tonight to keep a bird alive.

Oh, Barnaby, don't you start on me, too.

Amy, I'm a very good listener.

What's troubling you?

I don't know.

Maybe... Maybe I ought to go back to the sanitarium.

Why would you want to go back there?

Well, you really haven't come up with anything, have you?

Anything to show that I'm not responsible for Clark Harrison's death?

You're going to start that again?

No, I haven't discovered anything yet.

But keep in mind, I've only been here the one day.

Maybe there isn't anything to come up with.

Now, Amy, you listen to me.

I've known you for a very long time, and I just don't believe that you have it

in you to kill anyone.

There's some things about this shooting that just don't add up.

At least enough to make you look guilty.

You have such marvelous strength, Barnaby.

You're just what I need to help me through all this.

Don't sell yourself short.

No, no, I don't know how I would have lived through today without you here.

You would have managed, believe me.

I remember.

I remember when you danced with me on my wedding day.

You were the best dancer of all the men, even George.

I remember how brave you were.

You didn't yell ouch once all the times I stepped on your foot.

You didn't step on my foot.

Dance with me now.

Amy, that was a long time ago. Come on, part of me.

Are you sure that you want to do this? Absolutely.

Want an empty stomach?

I believe this is your dance, sir.

My pleasure, madam.

I'd forgotten how much I love to dance.

Dancing does something for you.

It enhances your natural beauty.

Oh, that's something else you did well.

Flowery.

Getting past your bedtime, Amy.

You know how Dr. Webner wants you to get a full night's sleep.

I'm really quite capable of staying up past nine o 'clock.

All right.

Good night, Barnaby. See you in the morning.

Night, Amy.

Rest well.

Yes, that would be nice for a change.

I just wanted to ask you to push a little tomorrow in case you turned up

anything on the Cameron business interests.

I sure would like to have some idea of what I'm fishing for.

You want answers, and I haven't even got the questions.

Something. Barnaby, do you think Amy's going to be able to stand all this

stress? I mean, with her background of emotional problems?

I don't know.

I suppose Amy's the only one who can answer that. If you turn up anything,

me know.

I will.

Bye -bye.

Oh. Finally.

Scared me.

Sorry I thought everybody had turned in. I had a late date.

Sensational.

You know, on a scale of one to ten, I give her a thousand.

Good night.

It's Amy.

I'm going to need to check on Amy.

What is it? What happened?

She cut her wrist.

Oh, Amy.

Amy.

Amy, can you hear me?

Mary, find some bandage and wake up that nurse.

Doug, call the doctor. Right.

I heard you.

It's going to be a little blood sample.

Hi, boss.

I thought you were going to stay in Santa Barbara.

I had to come down here to run this test.

What is it?

It's a solution of some blood I took a sample of last night.

Harvey, what a surprise.

I was just about to call you at Amy's.

We wait.

Well, good morning, you two.

Call me about what?

No, I just stopped by the broker's office on my way in.

I talked to Arnold Barton. Oh, the Cameron business interests.

Anything? Not much. He feels they're pretty sound business -wise.

Does he anticipate any problems now that Harrison is no longer on the scene?

No, because Harrison was never really actually involved with the management of

Amy's Holdings. That was relegated to his associate, Alan Simmons.

Alan Simmons. Yes, I talked to him.

Barnaby, Arnold said that Alan Simmons has pretty much run the whole show since

Cameron's death.

Simmons. Well...

Let's not rest on just one man's opinion. See if you can find somebody

knows something about Amy's holdings.

And especially about Alan Simmons.

The spectrophotometer never lies, does it?

Well, the spectrophotometer would never lie, would it?

Now, all I have to do is find out who is feeding Amy somnolude.

Her blood's loaded with it.

Somnolude? It's the powerful hypnotic drug which can induce blackouts if the

dosage is heavy enough.

You're going? You just got here.

Yep, back to Santa Barbara.

Stay in touch.

Barnaby, why weren't you there when I needed you? I called for you all night,

but Mary said you'd gone home and you weren't coming back.

Did you tell her that?

Mrs. Cameron is distressed. She misunderstood me.

I'm Dr. Webner. I gather you're Barnaby Jones.

Yes. Amy's been quite anxious about you.

Well, there's no reason why she should have been.

How is she, Doctor?

A bit weak.

She didn't lose enough blood to require transfusion, but she'll feel a bit shaky

for a day or two.

Would you two mind not discussing me as if I were someplace else? I'm here. I'm

right here, and I'm trying very hard to understand what's happening to me.

Yes, but it's very difficult understanding what we don't choose to

It's not a matter of choice. I want to remember.

I was feeling so much better last night before I went to bed, wasn't I, Barnaby?

Why would I do a thing like this?

All right, Amy.

We'll talk more later when you're strong.

Barnaby, don't go away. Promise me you won't go away again.

Try to get some rest.

Doctor, what about Amy's medication?

Does she have access to anything except the drugs locked in the cupboard

downstairs? Why, no. She takes only what the nurse prepares for her.

And the nurse, is she dependable?

Absolutely. She's a specialist in psychiatric cases.

Entirely professional and trustworthy.

You're familiar with the drug called somnolude?

Yes. Why?

Would you prescribe it for anyone in, say, Amy's condition?

Well, of course not. It's much too powerful and unpredictable.

It's rarely used except in cases of... pathological agitation or episodes of

violent behavior.

That's very interesting.

One more thing, Doctor.

Were you aware that George Cameron was contemplating a divorce from Amy before

he died?

I knew the Camerons as well as anybody, but divorce?

That's a new one on me.

Me too.

Thank you, Doctor.

The routine is always the same, Mr. Jones.

When Mrs. Cameron is scheduled for her medication, I get the required dosage

of the cupboard, take it directly to her, and, of course, I make sure she

it.

And nobody else brings the medication to her? No, only me.

And Mary Baines has a duplicate key to the cupboard?

Well, Miss Baines has the key to everything.

After all, she is the head housekeeper.

So, from the time the medication leaves the cupboard until it gets to Amy, It's

never out of your hands?

No. I take it right to her.

And last night was the same?

Well, I don't have any reason to... You remembering something?

Are you asking if the medication is ever out of my hands, even for an instant?

Are you saying that it was?

Well, Mary Baines went with me last night when I went to take Mrs. Cameron,

nighttime sedative.

And we did have a small collision on the stairs.

And the medication tray was upset, but we found those capsules right away.

I see.

And Mary helped you find them?

Yes.

Did anything like that ever happen before, like, say, on a day of the

accident?

Day of the shooting accident.

Now that you mention it, something did happen out on the lawn on my way to the

trap shooting range.

Medication was spilled?

No, no. Doug stopped me. He complained about having something in his eye.

And I remember that I put the tray down on the grass while I tried to find out

whatever it was he was complaining about.

Mary was there, too, while your attention was on Doug?

Yes. Yes, she was.

Just out of curiosity, was there anything in Doug's eye?

Well, I can't say that I found anything.

But he seemed relieved afterwards.

I'm not sure I understand, Mr. Jones.

You think that there may be some connection between the medication and

happened later?

Well, it's a little too soon to say about that.

Thank you very much for your time, Miss Denning.

You took your sweet time getting here. Some of us have to work for a living,

Doug. It cuts into your time.

Look, I don't think this is too smart, the three of us meeting like this. Now,

why the panic call?

I had reason.

Amy's Uncle Barnaby.

Come on.

You worried about Jones nosing around asking dumb questions?

Not so dumb.

He figured out that Mary and I switched Amy's medication.

I heard him questioning the nurse about it.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe we should take Jones more seriously.

Yeah, well, he scares the hell out of me.

I don't know.

But I think maybe we just ought to cool it for a while.

No.

We don't stop.

We go on with it.

But, Mary, if Jones is that close... It doesn't matter.

One last incident, that's all we need.

Amy will be in a mental ward the rest of her life.

One more incident is all Jones needs to blow this whole thing wide open.

Not if that incident is Amy's murder of Barnaby Jones.

You say this Miss Elliot is working exclusively on the Cameron estate

portfolio? Our friend Arnold Barton put me on to her.

She said that she's sure Alan hasn't done any outright stealing from the

holdings. Well, it's puzzling that Alan would back up Mary's story about the

Camerons contemplating a divorce.

I can understand Mary wanting to keep this place for her own private kingdom,

but what's in it for Alan?

Barnaby, maybe there's something in this. Ms. Elliott also said that there's

been a great deal of activity in the Cameron stockholding. Much more than

conservative husband would have allowed when he was alive.

Barnaby, I'll tell you something. If I was handling stocks worth millions of

dollars, I think I could come up with a way to get fat without actually being

caught with my hand in a cookie jar.

Like kickbacks on the broker's commission, for example.

That may be it, Jedediah.

Mary or Alan?

I don't know, Barnaby. From what you've told us...

I was looking more in the direction of the live -in playboy Doug.

The way things are going, it could be any one of them.

I'll be in touch.

How about an after -dinner drink, Amy? No, thank you, Doug. I'm turning in

early. Oh.

Alan, I'm sorry. I forgot you were waiting.

Cameron, I asked to see you tonight because I've been getting a lot of

from the sheriff's department.

They want to know when you'll be able to answer questions about the accident.

What accident?

Well, the shooting.

Mr. Harrison.

Oh, well, tell him to talk to Barnaby.

Tell him to talk to Dr. Webner and Barnaby.

You know, criminal law is really out of the realm of Harrison and Associates.

We feel you should consider hiring a specialist in that field.

Barnaby, will you please tell him I don't want to discuss all this tonight?

Well, it appears to me, Amy, that you're going to have to discuss it sometime.

Well, not tonight. I'm much too tired and upset, and you know I haven't been

well. You're not going to get any better until you start exercising your

backbone a little bit.

I don't mind your leaning on me now and then, but I'm beginning to feel like I'm

the new candidate for the one to live your life for you.

Don't you?

Dare take that tone with me.

I thought you were my friend.

I trusted you. How can you turn on me like this?

Well, somebody has to tell you the truth. You're acting like a spoiled

I thought you were my friend.

I trusted you.

Nothing like a nice, quiet dinner, I always say. I think I'll turn in.

Mr. Jones.

Uh, look, I really need to talk to you alone.

Oh, you seem to be alone right here.

No, not here.

Later in your room.

You see, I wouldn't want anyone to hear what I have to tell you.

It's about the Harrison shooting.

It sounds very interesting.

I'll be expecting you.

Good evening.

Miss Denning, I have some papers here that require your signature.

Papers? Yes, it seems there's some medical insurance on Mrs. Cameron that

cover most of your fee here.

Well... Thank you.

Thank you.

I'll see that my secretary sends it out in the morning. Fine.

Take your medicine.

We want you to have a good night's sleep.

Good night, Captain Cameron.

Good night.

Did you really mean all those?

Terrible things you said about me?

Of course not, Amy.

Amy?

Can you hear me, Amy?

I changed my mind about our little chat being private, Mr. Jones.

It seems a little crowded in here already.

Just to keep you cooperative.

Let's go.

Go? Amy's room.

Move it.

Go right in. We're expected.

thinking, Mr. Jones.

Doug, have you lost your mind?

What he's lost is a free ride on Amy's money, and so have you, Mrs. Baines.

I don't know what you're saying.

Amy controls a very large estate.

She's also had some problems.

She broke down after her husband died.

Is that when you got the idea? When she spent almost a year in that mental

hospital? Idea?

What are you talking about?

If she were to go that way again permanently...

before she had time to liquidate the estate.

Are you with me so far?

No, I can't say that I am.

Really? It never occurred to you that if this estate remains as it is, and

Amy is out of the way, you could live on here in this house like a queen, just

the way you did when she was in the hospital?

That's a lie.

Doug here might have to go out and earn a living for himself, but you talked it

over and decided to play it cozy for yourselves by sending Amy around to bend

this time for good.

Don't move, Jones.

All right, gang, so a man has to have a scorecard to keep track of all the

players in this game.

I presume this is yours.

Try hanging on to it next time.

I didn't expect to see you so soon, Mr. Simmons.

You knew about me, too?

All those stock transactions, all that kickback money you'd be losing if Amy

sold out.

So to prevent that, you came up with this drug, somnolute. You still with me,

Mary? I guess you were right.

I guess we did let him get a little too close.

Just out of curiosity, which one was it of you that pulled the trigger on

Harrison?

Does it really matter?

I thought it might be you.

Your two partners here don't have a stomach for murder.

But I don't understand, Mr. Jones. It's why you walked into our little trap, if

you had it so completely figured out.

Why? Because it was the only way I could prove it.

To Amy.

All of you.

All three.

Don't get him off me.

Don't do something.

run, Mrs. Baines. You'd better stay here.

That's cutting it pretty close, Charlie. Sorry, Barnaby. I didn't know where you

all were until I heard the gunshot.

Barnaby.

It's all right, Amy.

It's all over now.

Then, about three weeks doing the islands of the Aegean, and after that,

and Mount Kenya and Lamu on the coast, and then on to Durban and Johannesburg,

and then... I start on South America.

Oh, Amy, that is marvelous.

You know, by the sound of it, you're going to be away for months.

Aren't you afraid you're going to get a little homesick being away that long?

That's one of the reasons for the trip.

While I'm gone, this place will be sold, and all of the Cameron holdings will be

liquidated as my husband had wished they should be.

And I'll be so busy seeing the world, I won't have much time to...

To feel a sense of loss.

Sounds like a wonderful trip.

I envy you.

It'd be more wonderful if I weren't alone.

Haven't you ever had a hankering to travel, Barnaby?

I could show you parts of this world you've never even heard of.

I'm tempted.

I really am.

But after the charade we played on the others, I feel that you're beginning to

look on me as somebody to lean on.

Like Mr. Harrison and...

Like your husband before him.

Does that feel terrible?

Not for the right man.

But, Amy, you've never given yourself a chance.

You had to go out, try your wings on your own.

We'll be seeing each other when you get back from your trip.

I'll drink.

Oh, here, here.