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Barnaby Jones, a QM production, starring Buddy Ebsen. Also starring

Lee Merriweather, Mark Schera, with guest stars Lawrence Hilton Jacobs,

Alan Miller, Lara Parker,

Pat Corley, with special guest star Percy Rodriguez.

Tonight's episode, The Price of Anger.

Well, we're not studying contract law here. We're chained to an ancient galley

with acid mouth better than beating a tom -tom.

I'll tell you, man, those exams next week, they're gonna be murder.

Well, I got the rest of the afternoon off. Why don't we grab some lunch before

we, uh, crack the books for civil procedures?

What do you think?

Nay, nay.

I gotta tote the old barge.

Wes, these are the biggies, finals, remember?

I know it's the biggies, but if I don't get the bread up for my tuition, not

even straight A's won't do me any good.

Get together this afternoon after class.

If it has to be, it has to be.

I'll see you later, okay?

J .R., look, don't worry about the exams.

Remember that old slogan.

If you use the methods of Socrates, you rise yourself above mediocrity.

Santa Monica, 422 Greenlee.

422 Greenlee.

Say, can you step it up a little? I'm late already.

I'm doing the best I can.

Hey, make that the Beverly Seville instead, will you? I just thought of

something, and really step on it, huh?

All right.

No, no, no, no. Leave it. Pick me up in ten minutes at the side entrance by the

cottages. Do you know it?

Yeah, but I can't leave this thing running, my man.

There's another $20 for you later on top of the meter.

Uh -uh.

Uh -uh.

Uh -uh.

What happened?

Okay, just lie still.

Just take it.

What are you doing?

What are you doing to that man?

He's hurt bad.

Wes Carter, yeah. Well, he gave me this number in case I wanted to reach him.

All right, well, look, when he gets in, would you tell him J .R. called?

Thanks. Bye.

Oh, are you still here?

I thought you and your friend Wes had some heavy studying to do. Barnaby, I've

been calling all over town. I don't know what happened to him.

Hey, nobody minding the store out here? Where's Betty?

Oh, hello, John.

Betty is having her hair done. She has a heavy dinner date tonight.

Have some coffee? No, no, thanks. I'm on the run.

J .R., I just talked to one of your professors over at law school.

He says you and a fellow named Wes Carter are pretty good friends.

Yeah, we're in some of the same classes. Why?

Know where I can find him?

As a matter of fact, I'm looking for him myself. What's the matter?

Well, right now, I'm in charge of felonious assault and robbery.

Wes? Maybe more.

The victim is in the hospital. Critical.

You're kidding me.

John, I've met Wes several times, and he didn't seem like a criminal type.

Well, however he may seem, Barnaby, we have an eyewitness.

Who? What happened?

A woman was walking her dog near the Beverly Seville Hotel and saw this young

black fella bending over an unconscious man going through his pockets.

And you think it was Wes?

That's ridiculous, Lieutenant. There's no way.

Take it easy, Jedediah.

Sure. Well, the woman started to yell out. The guy took off, got behind the

wheel of a taxi and belted out.

A hotel security guard spotted the license number. We traced it to this Wes

Carter.

He owns the cab.

Barnaby Jones, investigations.

I'm telling you, Lieutenant, it's a mistake. There's no way it can be him.

It's here to die.

Hello? Hey, J .R.? It's Wes. Look, I got to talk to you, man. I'm in the jam.

Gloria, hi.

Listen, uh, are we still on for tonight?

What are you talking about?

It's me, Wes.

I know, I know. Uh, 8 o 'clock okay at your place?

No, no, um, meet me over at Frazee's. It's a place off 79th and Adams, right?

It's a pool room.

Right, okay, I'll meet you there. Look your prettiest.

Yeah, goodbye.

My date.

Sorry. Yeah.

Listen, JR, if you should hear from your friend, I'd advise him to come in and

talk to us. All right.

I'll have that coffee next time, Marvin.

John, uh, who was the victim?

A lawyer named Milliken.

Handles a lot of work for S .P. Powell Company.

Powell.

Isn't that one of those outfits that's plugging for a state lottery?

Uh -huh.

Plenty of muscle, plenty of connections.

I'll see you guys later.

Okay.

That is the first Gloria I ever talked to that sounded like she might need a

shave. It was Wes. He's scared to death he wants to see me, Barnaby.

He should see Biddle. I know, but he's a friend of mine. I just want to hear his

side first.

Senator, I respect your instincts, but keep in mind that Lieutenant Biddle has

to operate on facts, not feelings.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Come on, I told you once, time.

You picked him up at the Rotham building, and he asked to go to 422

right? Yes, yeah. I have it right here on my trip sheet.

Everything all right?

Yeah, Joey. Everything's cool, man.

I get the feeling that if you said it wasn't, I'd get a pool cue bent over my

skull.

You better believe it.

Ever since I lost my folks when I was a kid,

Joe's been everything, man.

My mother, my brother, my father.

Everything.

Yeah.

All right, let me see. Oh, what'd you do with the cat? Where is it?

Uh, I left it in the garage.

A small place over on Adams.

Got a mechanic there. He takes care of it for me.

It's not gonna take the police too long to find it.

All right.

Is that it, Wes?

I mean, is that everything?

Everything, honey.

The only problem is you ran.

What else did I do?

You know how that looks.

Oh, yeah.

I know how it looks.

Blackie on whitey turf.

Spells it all out.

Wait a minute. What?

Oh, come on, man. I'm black.

Dig that?

No, I definitely do not dig that.

And I never heard you talk that way before.

You'd be talking a lot different if I went out with your sister.

Look.

You called me, okay? You want my help and you want to keep testing my

friendship.

They're going to railroad me, man.

What can I do? You go to the police and you tell them just what you told me.

Hey, look, you want to be a lawyer?

Huh?

Well, then look at the case.

It is your word against what that woman thinks she saw.

You're in school. You don't have a record. You're studying a respected

profession. Those are points for you.

And don't forget your passenger. He'll clear you.

Ma 'am, the passenger.

J .R.

Look, there's something that... That's him.

That's the guy I picked up.

That's your passenger?

Yeah, Joe.

Joe, turn the set up.

Late this morning on the grounds of the Beverly Seville Hotel and who died less

than an hour ago as a result of his injuries.

The police have announced they expect to make an arrest shortly.

More news and weather in a moment.

He's dead.

He's dead.

Wes, the facts are still the same. You have got to go to the police.

No, no way.

Look, they're going to find you anyway. You might as well do it voluntarily.

There's only one way that it looks right now.

A murder rat.

Must have been something pretty valuable in there to have a chain to his wrist.

But what?

Securities, money, jewelry?

Wes told you that he thought that Milliken was being followed.

Yeah, that's why Wes figures that Milliken decided in the middle of the

change directions to the Beverly Seville, to shake whoever was following

But obviously, it didn't work.

Assuming, of course, you accept Wes's story that the cab was being followed.

Why would he lie about a thing like that?

I'm sure the police could come up with a lot of reasons, depending on Wes's

financial situation.

You did say that your friend was having trouble making ends meet?

Well, yeah, I did, Marvie. I mean, Wes, like a lot of guys, you know, he has to

break his back getting enough money to make up the difference between

grants, what school actually costs, but that doesn't make him a thief and a

murderer. Relax, J .R., I think Barnaby's being a devil advocate.

Betty's right, and from the devil's point of view, the burden of proving

innocent is Wes's problem.

You know what, look, we got the trip sheet here.

And it tells us where Wes picked Milliken up, where he wanted to go. We

picture of him, right?

That's a lot more to go on than we've had in most cases, don't you think?

I don't like the idea of our withholding information from Lieutenant Riddle.

I know. All right, Barnaby, give me a couple of hours, huh?

To play angel's advocate?

Stay in touch.

I will.

Oh, I was just trying to decide how the two of you would look in halo.

Well,

your

information is correct. Mr. Milligan did do some work for us in a legal

capacity, but he didn't have an office here.

I see. Well, is there somebody else I can talk to? Mr. Powell?

Well, he's in the middle of a meeting right now.

And drop everything else.

Uh, George, I've done my part. Now you do yours.

Oh, no problem, Mr. Powell. I'll take care of everything.

Uh,

Mr. Powell?

Just a minute, you can't... Uh, I need just a minute of your time. My name is J

.R. Jones.

It's about Howard Milliken.

Private investigation.

Yeah, we're checking into his death. I understand he did some legal work for

you.

Yeah, some.

And you saw him yesterday?

Yesterday?

Let me see.

I'm really not sure.

He was here, Mr. Powell, around noon, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

For a minute or two.

Yeah, well, he had an attache case with him. Do you happen to know what was in

it?

That's a lawyer's trademark. It could have been his lunch.

Chained to his wrist?

Well, streets are full of thieves. You can't be too careful.

Listen, I'm very busy.

Sure. Thanks for your time.

Call George Anderson's office. Tell him I want to talk to him as soon as he gets

there. Yes, sir.

I sure want to keep your job.

Keep your mouth shut.

Good afternoon, Ms. Lennox.

My name is Jones.

I'm with Barnaby Jones Investigations.

Well?

Well, I'm asking all of your neighbors if they know this man. Do you?

Oh, yeah. I saw him on TV.

People aren't safe anymore.

Yeah, well, I've got information that he was probably on his way here to visit

one of the tenants when he was murdered.

Oh, really?

Well, sorry I can't help you.

I never saw him before.

Thank you. You bet.

I

thought

you said this Milligan wasn't going to tell anybody where he was going.

He had to tell one person.

Who? The cab driver.

Yeah, but there's... All right, all right, all right.

No sense taking any chances. I'm going to change your reservation. You're going

to fly out tonight.

No, wait a minute. Just hold everything. Just hold on.

You told me that all I had to do was pick up an attache case from this

and keep it for you.

Yeah. Another favor.

Now the guy's dead.

And there's a private investigator nosing around my place.

Just what have you gotten me into?

Hey, Christine.

Oh, baby.

I'm not trying to get you into any kind of trouble, am I? Just what was in that

attache case anyway?

Something big, right?

And you weren't going to tell me about it.

What was inside that attache case was some inside information on a stock deal

I'm working on for a guy.

A man got killed for that?

Well, how do I know what the killer was after? All I know is if the Securities

and Exchange Commission ties the leak on that information to my guy through me,

I'm out of business.

Now, will you go get packed, please? I'll call you later.

George!

Betty, when I call you... I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not leaving.

Betty, listen, tell Barnaby that I'm not going to be back for a while, okay? I

think there's Peter here after all.

Yeah. I'll talk to you later.

I thought you were... What do you want?

I'm sorry. What did I interrupt you? A lover's quarrel?

No.

I told you that I can't help you.

So would you... Would you leave me alone? Because I'm very busy. Yeah, I

see. Woody decided to take a sudden trip here, right? What?

If you don't get out of here, I'm going to call the police. That's a good idea.

Do you know the number?

What are you bugging me for?

You want to find out who murdered this Millican guy? Why don't you find the

driver?

Who said anything about a taxi driver?

Oh, right. I saw it on TV. Like I said, he was mugged by a taxi driver.

No, the police only mentioned a suspect. They never said anything about a taxi

driver.

Well, then I must have heard about it somewhere else.

Now, will you please leave?

Miss Lennox, look.

I'm just trying to help out a friend in trouble.

Now, in order to do that, I have to find out why Milliken was killed.

I think it has something to do with what was in the attaché case he was

carrying, whether it was a lot of money or jewelry or whatever.

He was on his way here to see you, wasn't he?

No. Well, if not you, then the guy who just left, George.

Get out.

All right.

I want you to think about it, and I want you to call me.

Mr. Lennox.

We're talking about murder here.

Looks like dirty tricks by the opposition to me.

It's just kids, but I have to do this almost every day.

Do you manage this whole place by yourself here?

No, I'm just a volunteer.

Mr. Anderson's in charge of this headquarters.

You mean George Anderson, the guy that just went in the back there? That's

right. He's the senator's campaign manager.

The senator looks much better, don't you think?

Yeah, much.

Don't forget to vote next month. I sure won't.

Stuart for Senator.

May I help you?

Yes, just a minute, please.

Excuse me, Mr. Anderson, it's Mr. Powell again.

Hello,

Sam. This is the fourth phone booth I've been in since downtown, George. Don't

you let people know where you are?

I'm sorry, Sam. You know, I had a lot of things to take care of.

Yeah, well, let me add something to your list.

That fellow was in the office when you were leaving?

Uh -huh.

Well, he's looking for Milliken.

You mean J .R. Jones?

Yeah, you know him?

No, but I have a feeling I'm going to before very long.

Sam, don't worry about it, will you, please? I'll take care of him.

Well, you better.

Bye, Sam.

J .R. Jones gets around, doesn't he? Must really think he's on to something.

Well, if he is, I sure hope I'm not around when he finds out the answers.

You're not going to be, remember?

You're going on the 7 .30 flight.

You know, you haven't said anything about traveling expenses.

Oh.

All right, I guess I can spare a couple of hundred.

A couple of hundred?

Are you kidding?

Add a couple of zeros to that.

You know, you never tried to hustle me like this before, babe. Why now?

Oh, listen to the kettle.

And you haven't been hustling me.

Especially about whatever was in that attache case.

According to Jones, there must have been a fortune in it.

Listen.

Don't try to shake me down.

Oh, you want the police to do it?

How about when they start to question your precious senator?

Keep him out of this.

No, you keep him out of this.

Just look at it this way, George.

It's just another campaign expense.

Missed my plane.

I'll find Jacqueline and I want you to stay very close to J .R. Jones. But

first, I have another job for you.

There's a definite connection here.

Powell to Milliken and then Milliken to Lennox.

Lennox to Anderson, then it circles right back to Sam Powell again.

Sounds like a crooked trick to me if you use that empty attache case as the

bullseye. I'm sure that this Lennox woman is the key to getting Wes off the

for Milligan's murder.

From what you say, J .R., she's not the talkative type.

Yeah, well... Well, we're going to have to leave that chore up to Lieutenant

Biddle.

Jedediah, you said a couple of hours.

Yeah, I did.

All right, the deal's a deal.

Barnaby Jones, investigations, Matt.

Yes, he is, Lieutenant.

Just a moment.

Lieutenant, I was just going to call you.

About what?

The Millican case. I think there's a couple of things you should know.

You don't say.

Yeah, why don't I meet you at your office in about 15 minutes? No.

You'll be at 422 Greenlee in 10.

422 Greenlee? The apartment of a Christine Lennox.

How did you know about that?

Now, J .R., you get yourself over here and tell me how you knew.

J .R., you've told me everything you know, but I just can't seem to make the

pieces fit together.

And there certainly is not enough for me to lean on George Anderson, not with

his connections.

Well, at least we know Wes Carter's in the clear.

Nobody who runs and hides is in the clear.

Lieutenant, you certainly can't believe he'd kill Christine Lennox.

You see it that way.

His mother would see it that way. Maybe everybody who knows him, but I don't

know it.

And I have a solid eyewitness connecting him to the Milliken case.

Now, if he's clean, why doesn't he come in and say so? Well, I'm trying to get

him to come in.

You know where he is.

You're really holding out on me, aren't you? I just know how to get in touch

with him. That's all. J .R., the D .A.'s office is going to want a case soon. I

have to write up everything I know.

All right, I understand that.

I hope so.

Because if you can't get him to come in or tell me how to nail him, the D .A. is

going to start thinking accessory after the fact, withholding evidence.

Oh, come on, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, JR.

That's the way it is.

Yeah? Uh, this is Mr.

Frazee, isn't it?

This is JR Jones we met last night.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember.

Yeah, well, listen, is Wes there?

No, he ain't here.

Well, you know where I can reach him? It's very important.

Well, maybe over here and from him. Want to leave me a message?

No, no, I have to talk to him myself.

Why don't you come around tomorrow morning? You probably should.

That's too late. I have to see him now.

Tomorrow morning.

Thanks, Joe.

I still can't figure why you don't want to talk to him right now. He's the only

one trying to help you.

I'm a big help.

Turn myself in.

Yeah. Show him you got nothing to hide.

You running this out of the street now?

I raised you and pushed you through school to get you out of rat holes like

this. Now bury yourself deeper.

You raised me to stand up and take care of myself.

That's what I'm doing.

If by some stroke of misfortune I don't get re -elected to the state senate, my

wife's going to be the happiest woman in the world.

Dammit, Joey.

He didn't say one word about supporting the bill to legalize the state lottery.

Sam, he is against the lottery. So we're just going to take time to win him

over. We just don't crowd him.

Don't crowd him?

Now, you hear this.

If the committee on elections ever finds out that you hustle me for an under

-the -table contribution to Senator's campaign, we could both wind up spending

few years behind bars.

Nevertheless...

I delivered.

I know that, Sam.

George.

I'm nobody's fool.

I know you never intended to wash that $100 ,000 through the Senator's campaign

fund.

And you probably sent a couple of goons to rob Milliken so you could keep the

money for yourself.

Sam, I don't... Now, shut up and let me finish.

Now.

The fact that you and your people bungled the job and let the money slip

your fingers is of no concern to me.

Because I don't really care who ends up with it.

All I know is that I paid off.

And now I want a commitment on that bill.

Sure.

Oh, we're not open yet.

Just the past game, Pops.

Why don't you come back in a couple hours?

Well... Okay.

See you later.

Come on, West.

Did you tell anybody you were coming here? No.

The guy just walked in, wanted to shoot a game. He didn't smell right to me.

They cops?

No, cops don't need excuses.

Look, finish up your talking and get out. I will, just as soon as I can pound

some sense into this guy's head. The same old jazz, turning myself in. Wes,

is going to look better if you go in on your own rather than getting picked up,

okay? What difference does that make?

There we got a witness. She could put me away no matter what I do. I told you,

it's circumstantial evidence. She did not see you actually taking anything out

of that attache case.

Wait, the police think I took something out of their attaché keys?

It should not come as any surprise to you that there was something of great

value in it.

Why should I know that?

Because Milliken had it chained to his wrist. You saw that, didn't you?

No, I did not, no.

Well, that's... You told me... Oh, okay, look.

I saw the case, all right, but it was covered with a raincoat.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. What do you mean it was covered with a raincoat?

It was over his arm, over the case. Look, I never saw no chain.

You also never said that there was anything about a raincoat. The police

didn't mention anything about a raincoat.

It was left in the cabin, and I ditched it.

Wes, last time I talked to you about your passenger, you started to say

something, that there was something else. Was it about the raincoat?

Yeah, yeah, I guess, yeah.

Well, then why didn't you say something?

How should I know why?

I forgot.

That's why.

All right, Wes, that's it. Come on. We're wasting time.

I'm telling you from the last time, man. No!

Wes, I'm in on this, too.

The police know I've been holding out on them. I could be nailed as an accessory

after the fact.

Come on, man.

You'd have no problem convincing your people that your token black friend

on you.

They'd believe the worst anyway.

Okay, Wes.

You call it, you play it.

And I don't want you to worry about me tipping off the police because they're

going to find you anyway.

Well?

Don't you want to hassle me too?

No.

Now you're already in deep enough trouble.

Joan. Now, there doesn't have to be any trouble.

You just want to talk.

Down there, in the alley.

Come on, come on. Come

on,

Joey. Let me in the car. The West leaving town won't settle a thing. You

lend me the keys tonight.

Okay.

Well, when you bring it back, don't forget your raincoat.

Supply room, top shelf, way in the back.

When you said you ditched.

A lot of money in that coat.

Yeah, it's $100 ,000.

Hey, John, I was going to tell you.

See, I wanted to pay you back for all the things you did for me.

You paid me many times.

Every time I saw you back there studying.

Every time I looked at your report card instead of a warrant.

It's mine.

I'm keeping it.

Hey, hey, take it easy.

I don't think this dude wants a face card for the rest of his life.

Pretty face like that?

It'd be kind of a shame, wouldn't it? Look, I don't know any cab driver, all

right? Oh, come on, Jones.

Take us to him.

Or you'll be spending all your end of the loot.

Paying hospital bills. What loot?

What are you talking about?

You don't think anybody's going to leave that hack if you didn't split that

hundred grand, would you, Diego?

Huh? Wait a minute. What hundred grand?

The money he took from Milliken. We want it back.

All of it.

Listen, I'm telling you, you're making a mistake.

Oh, no.

You're making a mistake.

That'll bring the crap.

Next time.

Take it easy, Pop. Take it easy.

Oh, I knew they were trouble. What do they want? They wanted Wes. I better

him. But he's not here.

Well, where is he?

I don't know. He just took the car and left.

And I know you think you're protecting him this way, Joe, but you're not.

Boss, it's Sunday. Would you be fishing?

Yeah, I'd like to, Ben, but I got a call from Lieutenant Biddle. That's probably

him now.

Yeah, I just wanted a little more time to go over my notes on some of the

Wes told me. Sit down.

Couldn't get him to come in?

No, but now I know why.

You know that Milliken had $100 ,000 on it?

I see.

And Wes did take the money. Yeah, but I still don't believe he murdered Milliken

for it.

The people following in the car?

For the money, yeah. Wes found it in the cab after they killed Milliken.

Did Wes tell you that?

Wes left town.

Janet Dyer.

I know, Barnaby, I know, but nothing's changed.

See, I figure when Milliken realized he was being followed, he left the money in

the cab.

He must have, otherwise those two guys wouldn't have just tried to shake me

down. What two guys?

Two hoods.

Probably the same guys who were following Milliken. Could be the same

killed Christine Lennox.

Problem is, they ran, and I don't have any idea who they are.

What still doesn't wash is how can you be so sure that Wes found the money in

the cab?

That's where the raincoat comes in.

What raincoat?

That's exactly what I said when Wes mentioned it.

See, Milliken left the raincoat in the cab.

That's where he must have hidden the money, figuring that he could come back

it after he got away from whoever it was that was following him at the hotel.

Joe Frazee. Oh, yeah.

Thank you, Barney.

Joe!

Something's wrong, Barnaby. We better get over there.

Yeah.

Let's go in the back room, old man.

We've got some heavy duty talking to do.

Okay.

Hey, look. What do you guys want anyway?

Hey, Jack.

Sit.

Oh, yeah.

That's the guy that picked up Milliken, all right. Get him.

Come on, old man.

Right, Mr. Anderson?

The driver will talk.

It's just a matter of how long he can take it.

Come

on,

brothers.

Make it easy on yourself.

Where is the money?

Oh, but you might as well... Hey, shut up, Joe.

Okay, old man, it's your turn in the barrel.

No more games.

Leave him alone.

Over against the bar. This way.

Hey, what?

You're still thinking of keeping the money in that raincoat for yourself?

That's right.

Nobody's gonna stop me. Nobody.

It doesn't belong to you, Wes.

Yes, it does.

I earned it.

With 400 years of you people stepping on the neck of the godnuts like me.

It's mine.

Oh, no.

No, no, don't you shuck what you're doing off on the color of your skin.

matter of what's right and what's wrong.

What's the matter with you? You've been there. You know where it's at.

Yeah, I've been there.

And yes, 400 years.

You're going to shame the memory of it all by using it as an excuse to be a

thief. If you want to be a crook, be a crook.

Don't blame it on anybody else.

Nicole Biddle.

After that, we got one other thing to do.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

My office said something about an illegal campaign contribution.

Now, what's this all about, George?

I take it, Senator, you are unaware of the $100 ,000 that was solicited for Mr.

Powell?

Of course not.

A thing like that would ruin me.

Senator, I'm Lieutenant Biddle. Why don't we all go in that office and

straighten this thing out, huh?

Well, I got a feeling Anderson and Powell are going to be put away for a

time.

What about me?

Superintendent, is he going to lean hard?

Hard enough to make you think twice about leaving the scene of a crime with

evidence.

But not hard enough to make you bleed.

Want me to give you a lift home?

No, no, no, it's all right.

I think I'm going to hang around for a while.

Let me get into a little politics.

Don't you think it's a good idea to pass the bar and become a lawyer first?

Go and

be here tomorrow?

Yeah.

Until the election.

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