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Barnaby Jones, a QM production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark Schera, with guest stars

Dabney Coleman, Marshall Colt,

Debbie Richter, David Darlow,

Roberta Layton.

Tonight's episode, Indoctrination in Evil.

Come on, tell me.

I want to know.

All right.

Well?

What was the question?

The question?

The best weekend you've ever had.

My whole life?

Yeah. Sure, why not?

I guess so.

Except for one thing.

What's that?

A guilty conscience.

Guilty conscience?

Hey, I'm young.

But I'm not that young.

Not about you, about Al.

I mean, well, we've been having all this fun.

He's just been sitting in there watching television.

Poor Al.

I guess he'll just have to find a girl to keep him company.

Well, yeah, that's what I keep telling him.

But you've got to understand, Al's the shy type.

Help him out, Jeannie.

What are you saying?

I'll meet him?

Jeannie, when I picked you up at the beach, you said

you were tired of squares, right?

I mean, you were looking for kicks.

Believe me, I love to kick.

Now I know you're putting me on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You said you love me, huh?

Huh?

Do you want anything for me?

Anything for me?

But... But that doesn't mean anything.

Elizabeth. It doesn't mean anything.

That doesn't mean anything.

Tell Madam Kelly it's going to take a little longer than I thought it would.

Les, we've got a delivery date tomorrow morning.

I mean, Kelly's already got a down payment on this flight from a buyer from

Amsterdam.

I'm so kind of dingly. You can just do whatever you want with them. Look, I'm

not. Jeannie.

I'm not.

They're as pretty as they come.

And you know how much they take you, right?

But we're a little short on bread, baby.

You know what I mean?

We've all got to earn our keep.

Hey, look, I've been away from home a long time now.

Yeah, my dad.

My dad's probably worth sick about me.

Less?

She's coming way down.

Hey, baby.

She trains a little slow, you know? I mean, uh... Come on, come on. No, I

don't want to go home!

I want to go home! Stop it!

Let me go!

No,

I want to go home!

Act like nothing's the matter, Jeannie.

Otherwise, Al's going to really hurt you.

What's going on here?

What do you mean, what's going on here?

I'm just entertaining a lady friend.

What do you have in your mind?

Don't you know this hotel is full of people? Only a buddy here could call the

police. It's nothing, you know?

Be cool, okay?

Just don't push it, my friend.

You understand that? Yeah.

Now you see what you did? You got the owner of this hotel all upset over

nothing. Look, I didn't say anything to him.

And I won't. I won't say anything to anyone ever.

Let me go home now. Yeah, well, the easy way is if you join the party.

The hard way is if you make Al have to hold you down for me to shove him down

your throat.

No!

She's all right, isn't she, Les?

He's dead.

Mr. Adamson?

Yes, sir.

Well, if you have to work, I guess you can't find a better place than this.

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

I understand you own this lodge.

Yes, I do.

What can I do for you?

I'm sorry. Here, have a seat.

Thank you. Yeah.

I have been hired to find a missing girl, Jeannie Larkin.

Her father called you? Right, Carl Larkin. Yeah, evidently he's under the

impression that she spent a weekend here or something, but we don't have any

record of it at all.

Mr. Adamson, I think you and I have been around long enough to know that the

names on hotel registers...

Often don't match the ones on birth certificates.

This is, uh, Jeannie's picture might help.

Hmm.

Well, actually, he showed me this picture.

And my staff, but, um, that's like I say, nobody, uh, nobody remembers her.

Well, that is puzzling.

Because, uh, her father said that he called here and asked for her in the

that, uh, she said she was occupying and, uh, talked to her.

Did he tell you that?

Do you mind if I ask him what this is all about?

The father is looking for his missing 18 -year -old daughter.

Well, look, the only thing I can suggest is that, you know, lately I have been

having a little trouble getting the right kind of help. Maybe one of the

bellhops or one of the girls rented one of the rooms on QT, but that's the only

possible way anybody could make a phone call from one of the rooms without being

registered. Possible, but do you think it's a problem?

No. No, I don't.

But that's the best I can do.

Well, thank you very much for your time, Mr. Anderson.

Nice to see you.

Who

was that?

Who was that, right?

That was a private detective, Barnaby Jones. His name's a girl's father. I

brought him in.

He won't find anything. What have you done with her? Where is she anyway? Hey,

look, Adamson.

There's no proof she was ever here.

That's all you've got to worry about.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. You said it would be over.

You said it would be over today. Now you're saying it's going to take longer.

How much longer is this going to go on?

It's going to take as long as it takes to find a replacement for Jeannie.

Now stay cool, man.

Stay cool.

Barnaby, I know Jeannie was at the lodge.

I called her there.

I believe you, Carl, but at this point it's your word against the word of an

entire hotel staff.

There's just no record of her.

Carl, did Jeannie say anything else about her new friend?

No, except she met him on the beach. He seemed like a nice enough guy.

Took her to Santa Monica Pier, won a teddy bear for her.

Teddy bear.

And she never mentioned his name?

Betty, I've wrecked my brain.

If she did, I don't remember.

Carl, has she ever done anything like this before? I mean, go off on a weekend

with a man?

Oh, I suppose so.

But that time or two, she said she was staying with a girlfriend.

I guess now that she's turned 18, she feels she doesn't have to hide it

Well, she did tell you where she was staying, so it wouldn't make any sense

she wouldn't tell you this time also.

That's right.

You said she sounded a little strange when you called her back.

Yes, like she was on something.

Oh, I should have gone there right then, but...

I was paid off, mostly of myself, I suppose, for what she's turning out to

Carl, you mustn't blame yourself.

Well, who can I blame then?

Oh, Barnaby, I'm sorry. I'm just wasting your time.

You're not wasting my time at all.

Adamson knows something about your daughter. I'm almost positive. The

is, how do we get him to open up?

Canyon Room.

Mr. Roberts?

No, I'm sorry. I haven't seen him today.

Uh -huh. Yeah, you're welcome.

Someone else looking for someone else that's not here.

Must be contagious.

Here you go, Harold.

That's great. How are you?

Fine. I'm Brad Adamson. I'm the owner of the place.

Oh, hello.

I'm Betty Nelson.

How are you? Good to see you.

Got to buy you a drink?

No, thank you.

You hungry?

The kitchen's closed, but I could probably get the chef to whip up a

something if you're hungry.

No, I really couldn't. Really couldn't. Lost my appetite waiting for someone not

hungry anymore, right?

Now, who was it said you could trust your friendly neighborhood bartender to

keep a secret?

I never told him anything, really.

It's written all over your face.

Could I join you a minute?

Certainly. Coffee, Mr. Williams?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bring it over here.

Well, did you, uh...

Try giving this friend years of call.

Oh Yes, yes under that Connected oh my goodness.

Oh, I guess all that marriage talk scared him off Say lovey

What now got a couple of choices I can either

go home Sadder, but much wiser woman

Or I can plant roots elsewhere, away from those, I told you so, friends of

You sure you don't want a drink? No, thanks.

But if you happen to have a Wanda section on you, I'd appreciate it.

You looking for a job? What kind of work do you do?

Well, I had a nice job at the Gaylor Hotel down in San Diego.

The Gaylor?

Well, what did you do for them?

Oh, just about everything from manager to short order cook, depending on who

sick that day.

Well, how would you like to come to work for me?

Mr. Adamson, I really don't need any charity.

No, no, this would not be charity, believe me. I happen to have a little

here. We, um, well, that's neither here nor there. The fact is I do need

somebody who knows the business.

You're serious, aren't you? Yes, I am.

Might be worth a try. You could live here at the lodge, a couple of rooms,

meals. I might be able to pay you a little more than I did in San Diego.

Oh, Mr. Addison, you got yourself a deal.

Really? Oh, yes.

That's terrific.

Did you lose something?

Yes. It's got to be around here somewhere, though.

What are you talking about?

A body.

A what?

A body, you know. Arms, feet, hands, legs. A body. A human body?

Like a person, that kind of body?

Yeah.

It's, uh...

Maybe a minute ago. I don't know when.

Well,

did you find it, Les?

Now do you believe me?

You've got it.

Les, I think she's laughing at me.

Well, it's a cruel world, Al.

Oh, wait, look.

Ah, I found a foot.

Les, she found a foot.

Where there's one, there's got to be another one.

Paris. You always go through this kind of routine to meet a girl.

Does that mean you won't let us buy you a hot dog? Miss Sally, Sally Marshall.

And I suppose that anybody that took advantage of me the way you two did

be made to pay for it.

So it's going to cost you two hot dogs.

I think we got ourselves a winner.

Oh, if you're busy, yeah. No, no, no, no. Come in. How are you?

I hear you just had your first... Sit down.

I hear you just had your first encounter with the enemy, huh?

Well, right now, it's a ceasefire.

And how long that lasts depends on how quiet the crickets are tonight.

How's everything going?

Fine, just fine.

Good. Your room's okay?

Oh, fantastic.

I can see the lake from my bedroom. Yeah, beautiful, right?

So you got everything you need?

Yes. I could use a path key. I had quite a time hunting up a maid to get into

the room to show the Hopings.

That's all right.

Oh, yeah. Well, that's no problem.

Oh, yeah.

I talked to your boss today.

Who? Well, your old boss.

Sam Carruthers at the Gaylor Hotel.

Oh.

What did he say?

Well, he told me that I was lucky to have you.

You know what I think?

I think he's right.

Is this your daughter? Yeah.

She's lovely.

I can see the resemblance. Thank you.

Amanda's her name.

She doesn't live with you? No, no. She lives back east with her mother. Comes

out here in the summer, but her mother and I have been divorced for several

years. Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, one of those things.

Listen, now, when you get a chance, I want you to start looking at the hotel

books, all right? I want you to pay particular attention to the guest

Maybe, as a matter of fact, you could start on that tomorrow morning.

Yes, sir, Mr. Anderson.

Thanks.

Oh, Betty, one more thing.

In the future, make it bread.

All right, bread.

You're from Des Moines, Iowa.

Yep. I've been with Plymouth Life since graduating high school.

And if I ever go back, the odds are I'll be there until I retire.

With just enough time out to get married and have 2 .3 kids.

Anyone in mind?

My high school sweetheart.

If you go back, are you going to say yes?

I don't know.

I guess that's one of the reasons why I left home.

To find out what the outside world was like and to find out what I really

wanted. Whether I wanted to be stuck in diapers and junk food for the rest of my

life.

About a lot of things.

Where's your friend Al? I thought he lived with you.

I sent him to the movies.

Why?

Because I like you.

And this way, I can get to know you better. Here.

But don't drink it yet.

Because if not, quite ready.

What do you mean, not ready?

What's that?

Just something that's going to give the champagne a little extra punch.

No, thanks.

Did I hurt you?

I'm not into drugs.

You weren't into coming with me, right? But now that you have, look at all the

fun you've had.

This is different.

Only because you haven't tried it yet.

Look, maybe I'm realistic, and maybe I shouldn't even be here. Sally.

Look, you told me that you left Des Moines because you were looking for new

experiences, right?

This is one of them.

So try it once.

If you don't like it, you don't try it again.

Kelly, I know you're disappointed.

How do you think we feel?

How you feel, Al, doesn't mean that much to me.

How my client feels is important.

I promised him the girl was going to be in Amsterdam today.

He doesn't like broken promises.

Neither do I.

Look, Lef is working on some new talent right now.

He'll have her all wrapped up and ready for delivery by tomorrow.

And Kelly...

This one's choice.

I mean, the other one was all right, but we didn't think she was worth the ten

grand we were charging.

This one's prime, Kelly.

Pretty.

Fresh.

Still kind of innocent.

Go on, give your client a call.

Tell him he won't be sorry he had to wait a few extra days.

All right, I'll call him.

That shit had to be all you say.

Or be pretty, he remembers seeing Jenny on a pier with two guys.

Two? That's right. I remember them because they pulled their smaller gifts

get a teddy bear file. Besides, I've seen them around a few times.

You know their names?

No, but they pulled that same teddy bear routine before. That's how I remember

them so well. Can you describe them?

Kind of.

One was tall, blonde hair, all -American boy, you know.

He seemed to be the lover of the two.

The other one was shorter, dark hair, kind of laid back.

Cool, you know what I mean?

Well, if they show up again, I'd appreciate you giving me a call.

Barnaby Jones.

You got it, Barnaby. Thanks.

My client's willing to wait until tomorrow.

But if you disappoint him again, you and your partner can be out of business.

You know what I mean?

Uh, baby, uh, why don't you wait for me in the bedroom?

I'll be right in there.

Go ahead.

Don't forget about the surprise.

No, I won't forget.

I won't forget.

I didn't go with Kelly.

She's giving us until tomorrow.

Then we've got no problem.

Yeah, maybe not with Mr. Moyne in there, but we do with Barnaby Jones.

Who?

That private detective that was here.

Les.

I saw him on the pier.

He had someone with him.

He was talking to the guy who runs the baseball game. He was showing him a

picture. It might have been Jeannie.

Why didn't he tell him?

How am I supposed to know? You think I asked? Well, no.

What could he tell him?

I mean, he doesn't know who we are, right?

So we just don't go back there again.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's just stop with that.

Now, uh, there's a pretty little girl in the other room there.

Just waiting for that big surprise I promised her.

Who's our new neighbor?

What new neighbor?

Lady in 203. I just saw her go in. Ah, 203's being redecorated.

Adamson wanted to get rid of any trace of... the girl.

Now, there's either been a terrible mix -up in your accommodations, or you're

the prettiest furniture repair lady I've ever seen.

Well, I'm Betty Nelson, the new assistant manager.

And you're, uh... Les Harmon, and this is my friend Al DeParis.

Oh, yes. You have the suite next door.

Right. For a second there, I thought maybe you were doing a second -story job

this place.

Second story?

Well, you look like a burglar the way you're going through the couch there.

Oh. What did you expect to find?

Oh, well, I was a bit nervous about the painters. I was afraid they might have

spotted our leather couch.

Did they?

No, no, no. They did a wonderful job. Well, I'd better lock up.

Now that we've met, Miss Nelson, maybe you and I can have a drink sometime.

Well, I'm afraid that's against hotel policy.

Oh, well, maybe I can have hotel policy changed.

Hey, Les.

She was searching that couch all right, but it wasn't for no paint spots.

No, I think we better keep an eye out.

Yeah, I think we better do that.

Not bad.

What time is a fox hunt?

Right after the towel and ashtray inventory.

And the adjustment of 27 bills.

Everything's going okay, huh?

Well, I hope so.

Although Adamson did check out my references. I know it.

Sam Crothers called from the Gaylord. Did he? Yeah, he said that Barnaby owes

him a dinner for that one. Did you get into Jeannie's room to check it out?

Yes, I did, but the painters beat me to it. They're completely redecorating it.

Oh, you think they might be trying to remove all trace of her ever being

It's a possibility.

Oh, I did find the couch.

You think it belonged to Jeannie? Could be.

I just don't know, J .R. It could have been there for years.

I'll show it to her dad.

Did you find out anything?

Well, just that Jeannie was seen on the Santa Monica Pier with two guys the day

before she disappeared.

No, we didn't get their names, but one was a tall, blonde, kind of all

boy type.

The other was a little shorter with dark hair.

J .R., there are two guests at the lodge who match that description.

Well, who are they, do you know?

Uh, Les Harmon and Al DePere.

I don't know, there's been something strange about them.

They came in while I was checking out room 203, and they just seemed a little

too curious about what I was doing there.

All right, I'll check them out.

Guess that's enough rest and recreation for me this morning.

Got to get back and help the boss with the books. Let me help you up.

There you go. Is that okay?

But how do you think Adamson fits into all this?

I'm not so sure he does.

What are you talking about?

Whatever happened to Jeannie happened in Adamson's lodge.

The way he fenced with Barnaby, he's got to be covering up.

I don't know.

He just... Seems like such a nice man.

Is that coming from a woman investigating a girl, or is that coming

woman?

I know you're not sure, Ms. J .R., so I'll just take that as a caution from a

caring friend.

Besides, I haven't had a teenage crush on anybody in, what, 15 minutes?

Well, then what is it?

I don't know. I just am not sure about him yet, and until I am, I'm not going

judge him, okay?

All right. Just want you to be careful, that's all.

I know.

Okay, girl.

It's Jeannie's, all right.

You sure?

Unless there was another girl in the room with a boyfriend who knew she liked

turtles. Had it made especially for her.

Carl, did Jeannie ever mention anyone named Les Harmon or Aldi

Paris?

No, why?

Because there's a good chance that they were with her the day before she

disappeared. You know, I ought to call Kenneth Vittle, see if he has anything

them.

You must be very fond of your daughter.

Yeah, I'm very fond of her, right.

And I, uh, I spoil her rotten.

Slight character flaw of mine. She, uh, she manipulates me like some kind of con

artist. Here you go.

Imagine you don't mind that a bit.

You got it.

This is like the picture on your desk in the office.

Is it?

Well, clean outfit, hairdo, background.

You're very observant, aren't you?

No.

No, I'm just jealous that I don't have a daughter.

And all the pet hamsters and messy rooms that go with her.

Whatever it is, you're right. Those pictures were taken about a month ago,

of them. Just before she went back east.

Something interesting out here?

Oh, just a couple of our guests.

Oh, to Paris and Harmon. Yeah. I've been meaning to talk to you about them.

What about?

Well, according to the books, they've been here about two months and they have

yet to pay penny one on their bill.

Don't you think they're taking the word guest too literally?

I should say so, yes. Two months. Yeah, I'll have to talk to them about that.

Oh, you even bother?

Evans, that's what you're paying me for.

No, no, no, no. I've known Les Harmon for some time. I'll take care of it.

All righty, you're the boss.

Listen, thank you again.

Oh, yeah, sure, yeah.

I'm over here.

The exercise will do you good.

Thanks a lot, sport.

Well, you're a barrel of fun today.

Well, I feel kind of strange.

Why, because of last night?

Maybe you were beautiful.

I've never done anything like that before.

Well, that's what enjoying life's all about, remember?

New experiences.

Well, that was a new one, all right.

It's like taking a rollercoaster ride.

Heaven.

Well, you just keep listening to your main man, honey, and that's the way

are going to be from now on.

Only I'm feeling a little depressed.

Maybe I'd feel a lot better if I could have another one of those, uh...

What did you call them, magic pills?

All you want.

I'll send Al for some.

And later, if you're a really nice girl, I'll take you

to meet a friend of mine.

What friend?

Oh, a really far -out lady by the name of Kelly.

And there's somebody who will turn you on to experiences you've never even

dreamed about.

I knew Amanda when she still had braces on her teeth.

Why? Oh, just curious. He's talking about her all the time, that's all.

I understand that she visited him this summer. Yeah, she visits him every

summer. Cut it short this year, though.

Sent her home two weeks ago.

Really? Yeah.

The way he talks about her, you'd think he wanted to stay around all the time.

Well, you know how fathers get when their daughters start filling out those

bikinis.

They start getting very leery about the guys they hang around with.

Uh -huh.

Guys like Les Harmon, for instance.

See?

Now, you just can't keep things like that quiet.

Funny, though.

Harmon and his friend have been guests in the hotel for almost two months now.

Yeah?

I guess it just took Mr. Adamson that long to wise up.

Excuse me.

Can I get a beer?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you very much. I understand the bass have really begun to bite down at

lake. Mm -hmm, that they are.

J .R., did you find out anything about Harmon and DeGaris?

Uh -huh. All bad.

Lieutenant Bill tells me they both served time for running a prostitution

A ring?

You mean like white slavery?

Mm -hmm. Real nice guys.

According to their M .O., they would very selectively pick up an innocent

and then drug her.

And by the time they were through degrading her, she'd be so confused

anything.

Lord. But it was also investigating a lady named Kelly Reagan.

She's suspected of running that kind of an operation, sending these girls to

rich buyers all over the world. The Paris and Harmon used to be two of her

suppliers. Maybe they still are.

And it begins to make sense.

Yeah. So this Brad Adamson is probably a new partner. Otherwise, he wouldn't be

covering up for them.

Oh, no, J .R., no. I think Brad is...

Found that in Harmon's room.

That's Brad's daughter.

So who is this Kelly that you were telling me about?

Someone that's going to take good care of you and introduce you to some nice

people and see that you get everything that you want.

She sounds like a fairy godmother. Hey, Les.

What?

That guy talking to the new broad.

He's the one I saw with Jones at the pier.

Okay, you keep an eye on them, and I'll get her ready for delivery.

Where are Harmon and DeParis now?

Well, the last time I saw them, they were outside.

J .R., they have a very young girl with them.

I'd better call Barnaby. I think it's about time you retired from the hotel

business. No, I've got to talk to Bradford.

All right.

Be careful, will you?

Well, I, um, sure hope you get some fish.

Well, thank you so much. I do, too.

Bye -bye.

Thank you.

I just heard from Lieutenant Biddle.

Some telephone lineman found Jeannie's body in a shallow grave near there.

Oh, Barnaby, I'm really sorry.

I'd feel a lot better if Betty were out of there.

The sooner, the better. I'll go get her. Right.

I'm on my way.

Hi, Betty.

I heard you looking for me. What's up?

I want you to tell me the truth about your daughter.

What?

There was one picture you forgot to show me of her.

This one.

Where'd you get this?

Harmon Sweet.

I'm not Betty Nelson.

My name is Betty Jones.

I'm Barnaby Jones' daughter -in -law. I also work for him.

What did he do, send you over here to spy on me?

If you want to put it that way, to find out what happened to Jeannie Larkin.

Well, then I'll tell you what I told him.

She was never here.

And I suppose you're going to tell me that that is not a photograph of your

daughter Amanda.

No, this is Amanda, all right. This picture was taken at a costume party we

for her a few weeks ago.

Brad, that photograph was taken a week ago, according to the date on the

newspaper, and yet I was told that your daughter was sent home to her mother two

weeks ago.

Betty, look. You know what I think?

I think Harmon and DePerez are holding your daughter somewhere, and that

was taken to prove that she's still alive.

Come on, let's go.

Let's hurry.

You want to meet your fairy godmother, don't you?

Let's. What about him, the guy in 203?

Forget him. He'll keep.

Well, I'm not going to leave here until we get to the bottom of this.

Now, tell me what happened. Maybe I can help you.

Come on, Brad. When did it start?

This summer.

About a week after Amanda got here.

She went down to the beach where she met this guy, Harmon, and he must have made

a play for her, and she fell for it. Next thing I know, he moved into the

with his buddy.

It was so obvious. I could see what the guy was right from the start. I even

tried to tell her about him. But she wouldn't listen? She wouldn't listen.

It just got more serious. I told him to stop seeing her, and he refused.

I just threw him off the ground, bodily. That was a big mistake.

The next day, she was gone.

And he came to me with a deal.

What was that?

Oh.

He said he wanted to use the lodge as a headquarters to train his girls.

You mean to get them ready to be sold into prostitution? That's right.

He said if I cooperated, that, you know, I would see Amanda in a month or two or

whenever he decided to move on.

And if you didn't?

And if I didn't, he would turn her on to drugs, put her on the street,

and it wouldn't make any difference if I never saw her again.

Do you think that's what happened to Jeannie Larkin?

I think worse.

Worse?

I think they killed her.

You mean murder?

When Larkin came here looking for her, I think they killed her at least.

At least that's what I've been living with.

See, you've got to understand that, Betty. I didn't know what to do.

What good does it do Larkin if they kill a man that do?

That's a good question, Adamson.

You just keep thinking about that and everything's going to be all right.

Lady, come on.

You're coming with me.

Just in case any of your friends get any ideas about calling the law.

What happened?

We took Freddy with him.

Is there any way to cut him off before they get to the main road?

Yeah, the bridle path.

You'll never get away with this, you know.

Get away with what?

What are you talking about? Sally, turn around.

You, shut up.

Hey, what the... Hey, get out of the way!

Wait, it's him, Les.

Get up.

Hold it right there, my friend.

That we are.

They'll be here in a minute.

Oh, yeah.

Are you all right?

Huh? Yes, I'm fine. I'm so glad to be home.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

Thank you.

Harmon led us to a house in Long Beach. She was being held there by that Kelly

woman. Who is also now in jail.

I suppose, uh, police want to question me now, huh?

I don't think Lieutenant Biddle would mind if you took your daughter home

Thank you.