All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s08e16 Murder In The Key Of C

Barnaby Jones, a QM production starring
Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark
Shera,

with guest stars Andrew Robinson, Kip
Niven,

Fred Sadoff, Kevin O 'Brien,

Sandra Curry,

And Jimmy Rogers.

With special guest star, Bonnie Epson.

Tonight's episode, Murder in the Key of
C.

Like the touch of your hand used to be.

I can't get around it. It's the same as
it sounded on the day you said

goodbye.

To me, like raindrops that ride on the
wings of a storm,

my memory's keeping me down.

And I must leave the light on, make
myself warm.

I'm listening for your sound.

It's a windstorm.

I hear it. It's a windstorm.

It's all set. Oh, Billy, I can't believe
it. They want to publish wind songs.

Move over, Sadaka. Here comes Connie
Hollister.

So, do you have the money?

You know, I still don't understand. If
they want to publish my song, why do I

have to pay them?

Okay, I told you. Now, they pay for
recording session, promotional fees, and

that. The artist always pays for the
arrangement.

Guys, I put in $1 ,500. I pawned my
mother's diamond ring.

I just hope we're not making a mistake.

$2 ,500?

Chicken feed.

Fortunes are made in the music business.

Gotta run.

Billy, who's the publisher?

Bringing the words back to me Like a
wind

song Soft and gentle in my ear Like the
touch of your hand Used

to be

I can't get around it, it's as tame as
it sounded on the day you said goodbye

to me.

Like raindrops that ride on the wings of
a storm, my memory's

keeping me down.

And I must leave the light on to make
myself warm.

I'm listening for your sound.

Like a wind song, soft and gentle in my
ear, like the touch of your hand

used to be.

I can't get around it, it's the same as
it sounded on the day you said goodbye

to me.

It's a wind song.

It's a wind song.

It's a wind song.

What did that tell you, Jimmy?

Sensational, right?

Singleton, you were right. This song is
sensational.

This song is great.

I tell you what, we're going to shoot a
special in three days, and I'd like to

use this song on the special, okay?

Mickey, would you take care of that for
me, please? Okay, Jimmy.

Thank you. Thank you, fellas.

Thank you. You bet.

You're welcome. Thank you.

Sorry, buddy. We're closed.

What's the story? You told me on the
phone to come right over. It's okay,

Come on in.

Next time, Teddy, my boy, we celebrate
with champagne.

Phil, this is Billy Smith, the manager
of that new songwriter.

Right! Billy Smith. Hey, I'm sorry, kid.
It's been a long day. Just got back

from a session with Elton. Hey, have a
seat. You want a drink, son? No, thanks.

Elton? No kidding.

Yeah.

I just read he was in Europe somewhere.

London? Right.

The Palladium. Flew there and back over
the weekend.

You got the promotion fee?

Yeah. Right here.

Look at my hands shaking.

Yeah. I guess you know why.

With some thrill to hear... The thing of
yours. The Connie what?

The Connie Hollister.

When I tell her, wow... 0 .500, right.
Now, you have Connie here for the

recording session Friday at 1 o 'clock.
You'll have the musicians and all the

arrangements for you, right?

Yeah. Okay.

Uh, Mr.

Devine... Hey, Phil.

Phil, we're all friends here, right?

Oh, yeah. Look, there's just one more
thing.

We gotta pull one of those numbers
Connie wrote. Uh, what was the name of

tune?

Wind Song?

That's it. Ted doesn't think it's
commercial enough. And we do want your

have a mash album, right?

Wait, wait, wait a minute.

I don't understand why... Look, I'm with
you, Bill. I don't think it's such a

bad tune myself, but Teddy here, he
picks them, and, uh... I'll tell you

I'll do. I'll give you 200 bucks for the
tune. That way, everybody's happy,

right?

It's a crazy business.

All right. All you have to do is just
sign over the rights to, uh... Wind

Wind song.

That's a little artsy -crassy. We're
gonna have to change that title. Maybe

do a new lyric.

Okay? Here you go.

Just sign at the bottom and we can get
on with the more important business.

Because when your singer comes on
Friday... You guys are nothing but a

crooks. Hey, hey, what's the matter?
What's bugging you?

Let's talk about this. Talk about what?

How are you trying to rip off Connie and
me?

And Jimmy Rogers, how are you trying to
jib him too?

Jimmy Rogers?

Yeah.

Sensational, he said.

Wants to use wind song on his next
special, or don't you remember?

I was in the control room the whole time
I heard it all.

No, no, no, just cool it, okay?

A guy tries to make the best deal he
can, right?

I'll tell you what I'll do.

You name a price for that song, huh? I
mean it. Any price you want.

Come on, kid, let's deal. Yeah, I'll
deal.

But I'll deal with Jimmy Rogers himself,
not you two crooks. Look, punk, we can

all come out of this fat and happy, huh?
Just let me go. I'll give you $5 ,000

for it, huh? $5 ,000? Let me go, I said!

Phil!

I'm telling you, we got too much riding
on this. If he doesn't sign that

release, I'm going to kill him.

You already have.

I didn't know what else to do, so I
phoned Sheriff McAllister in Culverton,

he told me to come to you, Mr. Jones.

Did you report all this to the Los
Angeles police, Miss Hollister? Yes, and

read me a lecture about gullible young
people who get taken by clever con

artists. Well, you did give Billy Smith
$1 ,000 to buy arrangements, didn't you?

I know what you're thinking, but Billy
and I grew up together in Culverton.

Connie, it is possible to know someone
all your life.

Really not know them.

But he put up more than I did, $1 ,500.

Did you see the $1 ,500?

Did he show it to you?

No, why?

I mean, why should he?

Well, that's usually the way the scam
works.

He comes, the unscrupulous promoter,
pretends to invest his own money, and

disappears with the unsuspecting March
bankroll.

No, no, I'll never believe Billy did
that to me, never.

This music publisher, he was to give the
money to. Did he mention the name?

I asked, but he ran away so fast.

Do you have a picture of Billy that we
could use?

Yes.

Then you will look for him.

I can't pay much, but I have a job.

Oh, we'll worry about that later.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

Yes?

Send them...

So, this is how the rich live, huh,
Mickey? How are you, baby?

I've got a contract drawn up for, uh,
wind song. Is that the lead sheet?

And the rich get richer.

You provide Singleton and Devine a $5
,000 advance.

$5 ,000? Hey, wait a minute. Wait a
minute, Mickey. You know, Jimmy Rogers

going to put that song at the top of the
charts in a month. $5 ,000 advance and

a profit participation in return for
acquisition of wind song by Rogers and

Javits Enterprises. Take it or leave it.

What do you think, Teddy?

Ted loves it.

It's the first dollar he's earned with
you. He doesn't have to be ashamed of

Hey. Yeah, Ted loves it.

Well, since we all seem to be one big
happy family around here...

And now, if you can let us have that
check in the name of your interior

decorator. As soon as you give me the
assignment of rights released from your

composer. You got it with you?

Sure. Teddy, let him have it.

Oh, Phil, I'm sorry. The assignment...
I, uh... I forgot to get Connie to sign

it. I'm sorry.

You dummy.

Don't worry about a thing, Mickey. We'll
have it for you by the end of the day.

I thought you could count a guy like
Javits out of five grand. And I'm a

Where do we find this Connie Hollister?

She works at a place called The Coffee
Shop.

No sweat.

Right.

Gee, Connie, we're sorry we iced your
manager, but... That was an accident.

We accidentally killed him and then
buried him up in the hills. So now we

to get this released from you.

You worry too much.

Phil.

We have been conning people out of
nickels and dimes for so long, we

make an honest deal when it was right
there in the palm of our hands.

What is it, Teddy?

Are you bucking for Sane of the Week?

What's all about, Mr. Jones?

Billy hasn't gone and done something
wrong, has he?

I'm just trying to help somebody who's
worried about him.

Well, this is his room. Be my guest.

Thank you, Miss Wallace.

Martha.

I used to be known as, uh, Billy Larvin.

You might have heard of me. I was in the
picture business.

Oh, yes.

In fact, I worked in westerns mostly.

Oh, those were the great times in the
business.

Yesterday, when you saw him, did he
happen to mention anything about having

late date or anything like that?

No. Just took off in that beat -up pile
of junk he called the car.

In fact, he looked kind of happy about
something.

Shucks, he'll be back. You know how the
young kids are now.

Now, this is what really gives the music
business a black eye.

Those ads that promise some housewife or
a truck driver that they're going to

become a millionaire songwriter. They're
terrible.

Terrible. Mind if I borrow this?

If you promise to throw it in the
garbage where it belongs.

Thank you very much for your time.

Mr. Jones, the truth is, Billy has never
stayed away overnight before.

And I guess I am a little worried about
him.

I wish he'd come home.

When I was just a young girl No taller
than my daddy's knee I

used to go to the field out back And
climb the highest tree And sit on a limb

Here I am again Out on a limb

When I was just a young girl Thought I
knew

everything inside

I heard somewhere that a man had said,
there's a lot to learn in life, a lot to

learn in life.

And it sure was right.

And I learned last night.

Yeah. And so it was.

hearing that one before. Oh, it's not
surprising. I only sing my own songs.

Oh, the picture you wanted of Billy?

It was taken three months ago.

Found this in Billy's room.

Gee, sure are a lot of music publishers
in the world, aren't there?

Most of them have been checked off, I
assume, by Billy. Can you ever ring a

bell? Hey.

If Billy had ever mentioned anybody who
wanted to publish my songs, I'd never

forget that name.

I suppose one day I'll find an easy way.

You're not going to give up looking for
him, are you?

I rarely give up on anything I've barely
started.

You just be patient and I'll be in
touch.

Connie.

Connie, both the guys want to talk to
you.

Hi, I'm Phil Devine, my partner Ted
Singleton. We really dig the way you

a lyric.

Thanks, it's really nice to hear.

Ted, I think we're at that moment that
makes all the frustrations and

disappointments of being a music
publisher worthwhile.

The moment when lightning strikes and a
star is born.

A star is what?

Sit down, let's talk.

Well, we're not really supposed to sit
with the customers.

Teddy, Teddy, look at that face. Will
you just look at that face? That's what

think the album cover should be. A full
face shot, border to border.

Connie sings Connie, an album of your
songs sung by you. How does that sound,

huh? You're putting me on. Connie, we've
been here five times in the last week,

watching you, listening to you, and when
we heard you sing Winsong, I knew right

then and there I had to sign you to a
recording contract for our company.

A contract?

Oh, my God.

Connie, if I'm any judge of what the
American public wants, and I am, you ask

Elton, Barbara, the rest, I think
Winsong should strike gold in a month.

Hey. Maybe sooner. Who's complaining,
huh?

Gold. Now, is $2 ,000 all right for an
advance?

Dollar? Yeah, it's just a small advance.

Just a token fee to bind the deal for
your exclusive services and for the full

rights to a wind song, of course.

$2 ,000?

Oh, full rights?

To win the song?

Well, as your publisher, we need full
rights to print sheet music, contract

other artists to record the song. It's
standard procedure. Now, if, uh... Yeah,

here. Sign right here.

Oh, um... What's the matter?

An unknown like you?

This is the chance of a lifetime. Don't
you understand that?

It's just that I have to talk to my
manager first.

Your manager?

Billy. Billy Smith.

Well, he's away right now, but I promise
you, as soon as he comes back, this

will all work out fine.

Sure. We'll work out all the details of
the contract. In the meantime, let's get

this paperwork started, okay?

You see, Billy just gave that song to
another publisher.

Connie.

Oh, look, I've got lots of songs just as
good as Winsong.

No.

I mean, we particularly want that song.

Without it, no deal.

Connie, come on, you're on.

I'm sorry. I just can't do anything
until I talk to Billy.

She has to talk to her manager first.

Only problem is we buried him up in the
hill.

Don't worry.

She'll come around.

And if she doesn't, what are you going
to do then?

Kill her too?

Once we were lovers, once we were
friends, filling this old house

with song.

You never heard of him?

Yeah, I'm looking for a man named Billy
Smith.

Okay.

Barnaby George, Investigation.

Yeah, Barnaby.

On that missing person case you're
working, Billy Smith, his car's been

Where, John?

Parking lot at the Valley Airport.

There's just one thing.

If he took a plane somewhere, he forgot
a few little items, like a shaving kit,

a briefcase full of music, and the keys
to the car.

Doesn't seem natural, does it?

No. No, it doesn't.

Thank you, John.

She said she wouldn't give us the song,
so what's the use?

I'll call Javits and stall him. Don't
worry, I'll get her to sign.

No matter how, huh?

Give me a beer.

Connie.

Hey,

you came back. I was afraid maybe you
wouldn't. Well, we had to take another

shot at that favorite song of ours.
Change your mind?

Oh, gee, like I said before, I can't
until Billy says it's okay.

All right, then, just forget it. That's
it.

Besides, you say you got other songs,
right?

Oh, you mean you still want me to cut an
album even without wind song?

Are you kidding? You think we'd let a
talent like you get away because of one

song? Oh, wow.

Let me get rid of this. I'll be right
back.

Maybe we should try using a cattle prod
for gouging her eyes out. Bet she'd sign

the song over to us then.

I'm really beginning to worry about you,
Teddy.

Mr. Cool is worried.

Good.

Maybe there's some hope for the rest of
us.

So, uh, what now?

All right, just sit down, relax.

What we do now is look over all your
music and pick out the best songs,

Oh, I can't right now.

How about tomorrow at 11 o 'clock before
the lunch crowd gets here?

Yeah, 11, fine.

Hello, coffee shop.

Uh -huh.

Connie, there's someone named Barnaby
Jones on the phone. Oh, excuse me.

Barnaby Jones is that detective that
called and left a message on the service

about Billy.

Shut up.

Hello? Hello, Connie.

The police found Billy's car.

Billy's car?

Where? At the airport in the valley.

Well, so you think he must have flown
off somewhere.

That's possible.

But I think we ought to keep our options
open until we do a little more digging.

Well, thanks for telling me. Bye.

I heard you mentioned Billy, your
manager?

Yeah, they found his car at the airport.

Well, it just took off like that, did
it? I hope he didn't owe you any money.

What makes you say that?

No reason. It's just a figure of speech.

Why, he did?

A thousand dollars.

It figures. You hear that, Teddy? These
phony managers just going around ripping

off kids like Connie for everything they
got.

Oh, not Billy.

No, he'll call as soon as he gets to
where he's going.

Want to bet?

Um, what if he doesn't? What then?

Oh, then it's still okay, because he'll
be back.

Hey, I'm on.

Tomorrow, right? Right.

I don't think Javits is going to wait
much longer.

That's right.

And that's why we're going to convince
that girl once and for all that her

manager's a fink.

Come on.

You always count on Ruby.

Yeah, to get us out of the gutter and
into the sewer.

Damn it, Ted, I'm getting sick of it.

I'll tell you what, Teddy baby.

Instead of sticking Ruby on her, why
don't we forget about wallowing around

all that filthy money we're going to
make off that song and go right to the

police station and confess, huh?

Well, they're going to catch up with us
sooner or later anyway.

Hey, I was kidding, but you're serious,
aren't you?

Phil.

Connie is a pushover.

But she's got Jones looking for the guy
now.

And he's not gonna quit until he finds
out what happened.

So what good's our money gonna do us,
huh?

Your nerves really are shot, aren't
they?

Look, it's not as if it were a cold
-blooded murder.

I mean, it was an accident.

So if we go in there now with our story,
we could get off easy.

Otherwise, they could throw the key
away, man.

Listen, you creep.

Maybe you don't like the way we've been
making our dollars, but it's been

filling your chicken -livered belly for
over 15 years.

You owe me, man.

You blow this one, and I'll kill you.

Now get out.

Go on, get out. Take a walk.

Sober up.

It's Eddie.

The number of the police department,
please.

I'd like to speak with someone in
homicide, I guess.

What's that?

Copies of a recent snapshot of Billy.

All right, let me guess. You want me to
pass them around the airport, right?

Want to bet on the odds?

I know it's a long shot since I'm not at
all convinced he left town, but we've

got to cover all the bases.

Good morning.

Morning, Betty. I already made the
coffee.

I knew I'd be punished for being late.

Ted Adai, you said that there was one of
these firms you couldn't contact?

Oh, yeah.

Singleton and Devine.

See ya.

Did J .R. just say Singleton?

And Divine.

Barnaby, I just heard that name coming
in on the car radio, on the music.

A man named Singleton was found dead
yesterday. The police said it was a

mugging. And I'm positive they said
something about a music business.

Theodore Singleton, according to the ID
we found in his wallet.

You belong to the Musicians' Union.

Partner in Singleton and Divine
Promotions.

We're still trying to locate the partner
to get a line on the next of kin.

Any prints on the wallet?

Uh, no.

No, just a couple of smudges.

And if he wore a watch, it disappeared
along with whoever mugged him for his

money.

Well, that's what killed him.

Particles of blood we scraped off match.

What about the witness? The woman said
she saw the car drive away.

Well, she was dumping trash when she
heard the car hit a barricade as it was

taking off.

She couldn't identify the vehicle, but
she did think the driver was a man.

From the car?

Left front parking light probably from
when it hit the barricade.

Listen, is there a connection between
Singleton and this Billy Smith you're

looking for?

Well, it may be pure coincidence, but
Singleton and Devine's names showed up

a rather lengthy list of music promoters
that I found in Billy's room.

I thought it was worth looking into.

You may be right.

Here, take a look at this.

Poco complaints?

Yeah. Computer kicked that out when I
ran a check on the victim.

No convictions, but Singleton and Devine
have been accused of every kind of con

you can think of.

Now, wait a minute. I wouldn't be
surprised if this Billy Smith wasn't a

their operation.

How does my little scene start this
morning, huh?

Okay, I get it.

Hey, where's that smile?

Oh.

Your manager didn't call the way you
thought he would, right?

He's still mine.

Yeah, well, I wish he would. We can get
on with this a lot faster. Is this all

of it? Mm -hmm.

Isn't your partner coming?

No, I couldn't raise him up at the
apartment this morning.

Okay, let's start with this one, huh?

He tells me you're Connie, Billy Smith's
friend. That right, honey?

What about Billy?

He steals from working girls like me,
that's what. And there's no rat lower

that. Where is he?

I don't know.

Look, sweetie, little old Ruby's got
friends.

Heavyweight. And if that rat doesn't
give me back my $500, I'll have his head

broken. Please, what are you talking
about?

A lousy two -bit thief, that's what. He
picked me up in Las Vegas day before

yesterday. Blow over $2 ,500 of his own
money on the crap tables. Wait.

Las Vegas?

You were there with Billy day before
yesterday?

Yeah, and yesterday and last night.
That's when he took the 500 out of my

Well, I was sleeping in the room. I
wound up paying for the room, too.

Are you sure you're talking about my
Billy?

From Culverton, right?

Yeah. He told me all about you. How he
conned you into believing he was some

kind of manager or something.

Manager, huh?

Come on, where is he?

Hey, you got a legitimate beef. Now take
it somewhere else, okay?

Hey, man, I don't need you butting in.
I'm out $500.

That's tough. The lady doesn't know
where the guy is, so beat it, huh?

Heads are going to be broken. You hear
me? Or maybe worse. Yeah, sure, sure.

Hey, Connie, come on.

Like they say, every knock's a boost,
right? How could he do that?

Hiya, friend.

tell Connie that I'm borrowing her music
and I'll call her back in a little bit,

okay? Hey, it's the big time, man.

Big time.

Barnaby Jones Investigations, may I help
you?

This is Connie. Is Mr. Jones in?

Oh, no, he isn't, Connie. I should be
hearing from him any minute. Oh, wait a

minute. Hold on. He's here. Just a
second.

Connie Hollis.

You good at the airport?

No, Barnaby. I checked all the ticket
counters. Nothing.

Hello, Connie.

Mr. Jones, you can forget about Billy
Smith.

I know where he is.

At least I know where he was the last
couple of days and nights.

Where, Connie?

Las Vegas.

I just talked with a girl who was with
him.

She saw him at the tables losing all his
money. And mine.

He took her for a lot of her money, too.

So that's it as far as I'm concerned.

Who was she?

She called herself a working girl, and
you don't need to be a mental genius to

know what kind of girl that is.

Do you know her name? What she looked
like?

Some redhead named Ruby.

Oh, Mr. Jones, I've been so dumb.

Connie, J .R., did this working girl say
where Billy was staying in Las Vegas?

No, and I couldn't care less because I
found a publisher on my own, and I don't

need Billy anymore.

Well, what do you think?

Who's the real Billy Smith?

The one she used to know or the one she
thinks he's become?

Finding the answer to that is getting to
be the passion of my life.

Jedediah, why don't you check out this
ruby?

A red -headed working girl. That narrows
it down.

I'll have Lieutenant Biddle run that
past vice.

I'll be back in a little while.

You look terrible, Lieutenant. Ted and I
were partners for over 15 years.

Right.

You want something, Mr. Drive?

Come back later, huh?

What? No, no, no. He's only next of kin
as his sister in Canton, Ohio.

Look, I mean, can't you see I'm busy? My
name's Barnaby Jones. I just need a

minute of your time.

No, tell the coroner not to worry. I'll
contact the sister to take care of all

the arrangements.

No problem, Lieutenant. You want a
statement, you got a statement. Anytime.

Right. Thanks.

I take it that was Lieutenant Biddle
about your partner's death? My

I'm a private investigator looking into
the disappearance of a young man named

Billy Smith.

Billy Smith?

What's he got to do with Ted?

Oh, then you know Billy.

Hey, I didn't say that.

Now, uh, what's this all about?

It's about ripping off songwriters with
lots of phony promises.

Does that sound familiar to you, Mr.
Devine? Hey, wait a minute.

Are you accusing Ted Singleton of that?

Now, it's my turn to say I didn't say
that.

Yeah.

Yeah, but I know what you're thinking.

Damn it, you're right.

I mean, poor Ted.

The amount of trouble he's gotten me
into. I mean, I can't tell you how many

times I've been dragged down to the DA's
office to wangle our way out of bunco

charges.

You're saying that Billy was one of his
marks?

Look, I swear I never even heard of
Billy Smith. But that's not to say he

come through this door and that Ted
didn't calm the pants off him.

Too bad we can't hear your partner's
side of it.

Ted gave me a lot of aggravation over
the years, Mr. Jones.

But what could I do, huh?

He was my friend.

Thanks for your time.

Jedediah, did you get anything on Ruby?

Yeah, Barnaby. Vice came up with a
possible. You got a pencil?

Yeah.

Go ahead.

Got it.

Thank you, Jedediah.

But you're there in the breeze when the
wind starts to blow.

Okay, okay, look, you got my number.
Just have Connie call me when she gets

back. Yeah, thanks.

Phil, what's going on?

You said you had the assignment rights
to wind song signed and to me yesterday.

Then you said by this morning. Now,
where is it?

I need another day, Mickey.

Will you be straight with me for once in
your life?

You're horsing me around again because
I'm telling you now.

If I don't have your composer's
signature in my hands before we start

Jimmy's special tomorrow night, the song
is out.

I'm not stalling you.

It's just I'm going to be spending the
day making funeral arrangements. It's

Ted. He was murdered yesterday.

Ruby?

Just a minute.

Who sent you? I'll give him a bonus.

I hear you've been working Vegas lately.

That's way out of your territory, so
I've been told.

Who told you that?

A fellow over in Vice.

May I come in?

All right, so you're having trouble
getting the rights to this song. You

my problem, Mickey, is the middle of
this show.

Because this song fits the girl
perfectly.

I'll be right back. I think the middle
of the show problem has just been

Well, Mickey, here she is.

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Nice, isn't it, Phil, to do an honest
day's work?

Hey, come on now. Don't be a sore
winner, huh?

Okay, no more cheap shots.

Drop by the office later. I'll have the
check for your advance.

Mickey, how would you like me out of the
picture altogether?

Instead of that $5 ,000 advance, you
give me $50 ,000 and I hand the song

to you outright.

All publishing rights?

Royalties? Everything for $50 ,000?

You gotta admit, it's not a bad deal.

That's what worries me.

If the tune hits as well as Jimmy says
it will, it'll be worth...

Four or five times $50 ,000. What are
you trying to pull?

All right.

It's Ted.

Half that money belongs to him, and,
well, his family needs the bread now.

funeral arrangements, the whole shot,
they're really in rough shape.

And Connie Hollister?

Your composer, remember?

She agreed to being sold out? Sold out?
What kind of talk is that? She's already

been paid for that song. Besides, I'm
her manager, and she does what I say.

Then bring her here.

Let me hear it from her own lips.

Mickey, this is not a hype. Now, you saw
the signature on the release.

Here.

Personal manager. See?

She also signed this.

Phil, I want her to tell me these are
her signatures.

Then you get the $50 ,000.

Okay, have the check made out.

I'll be back with her in an hour.

A joke?

Saying she was in Las Vegas with Billy a
joke?

That's what Ruby said at first, but I
caught her in a lie.

She said that she and Billy saw a
comedian in Las Vegas that I knew was

in San Francisco at the time. Then you
think someone put her up to it?

Obviously, but unfortunately, I couldn't
get her to say who or why.

Well, you've just got to make her tell.
You've got to.

I don't have that authority, Connie.

Lieutenant Biddle does, and as a matter
of fact, I'm on my way over to talk to

him about that right now. Mr. Jones.

if billy didn't go to las vegas with
that girl where did he go it doesn't do

good to speculate on things we can't be
certain about i'll be in touch

A wind song, soft and gentle in my ear,
like the touch of your hand used

to be.

What is it, Mr. Jones?

That song. What is it? Wind song.

I swear I heard that song yesterday
afternoon at the center.

How could that be? I told you. I've
never sold any of my songs.

Yes, I know that. That's what puzzled
me.

Oh, wait.

That's not exactly true anymore. I did
sell one, but only last night.

Remember I told you I found a publisher
of my own?

Singleton and Devine.

How did you know?

I'll tell you as soon as I check
something.

How's my superstar, huh?

Hello, Phil.

Now, look, I told you I move fast, and I
have. There's a guy I want you to meet,

Mickey Javits, who happens to be Jimmy
Rogers' manager. Jimmy Rogers? That's

right, and he can do exactly what I tell
you to do. I think we can convince

Jimmy Rogers to sing Windsong in a
special tonight, but we haven't got much

time. Tonight? That's right. Let me just
get my guitar put away. You know, that

guy that's just in here, uh... Jones.

Jones. So what did he want? Oh, do you
know him? Oh, yeah, he stopped over at

the office yesterday, said he was
looking for Billy. Uh, he have any luck?

Only that he found out that that girl
Ruby lied. She was never in Las Vegas

Billy. No kidding.

Is she telling him anything else?

No, but it's kind of weird, isn't it? I
mean, what could anybody get out of

making it look like my manager left me?
The only thing I can think of is...

What? Well, I thought it was kind of
funny at the time. What's funny? That I

didn't recognize you and Ted the first
time I talked to you.

You said you came in here five times
before to see me sing.

But I'd recognize anybody who came in
here more than once.

You knew about the song from Billy,
didn't you?

Hey, this is crazy. You know we haven't
got much time. Let's go.

I don't think I should leave right now.

Take a good look.

It's exactly what it looks like again.

Get deeper now. Keep your mouth shut and
move.

Come on, come on, come on.

Can I help you, sir?

You know Mr.

Devine's car when you see it?

Sure, I park it all the time. What about
it? I'm checking on an accident he may

have had in the last day or so.

You've got to be kidding me. He put a
claim in for that little bump?

Well, the price of repairs nowadays, one
little bump can be expensive.

Sure, but how much can a parking light
cost? Ten bucks?

Twenty?

Hey, there's a car right there. Why
don't you go check it out for yourself?

Oh, excuse me.

Now remember, Whatever Javits says to
you, you're crazy about this deal,

What are you going to do with me? After
I cash the check at the bank, I'll let

you go. In the meantime, when you get
out of here, just keep on... smiling.

Okay.

Anything smart, and you're both dead.
And I mean it.

Come on.

Hi, Connie.

This is a surprise.

Yes, isn't it?

Oh, Phil. Bill tells me that you two
have already met. He's my new manager.

Yeah, well, we've got an important
appointment, Mr. Jones.

Anything I can do for you?

I wonder if I could have a private word
with Connie for a moment. It's personal.

Connie?

I don't think we have time right now,
Mr. Jones.

Well, uh, maybe later.

Come on, please.

Yeah, one more.

But, Connie, how does it feel to have
your first song published and recorded

Jimmy Ryan?

It's fantastic.

I mean, who would ever dream?

And you know what else? Mickey Javits
has just picked three more of my songs

be published.

It's like, oh, it's like I have to keep
pinching myself to make sure I'm awake.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, Connie Hollister.

Adios.

Barnaby, I realize she has every right
to be excited about her career, but

doesn't she know that Billy's body was
found by the police this morning?

She knows.

I'd like to dedicate this song to a
friend, Billy Smith.

Once we were lovers

Once we were friends, filling this old
house with song.

Now I sit watching your willow bend and
leaves dancing on

the lawn.

Oh, and songs often gentle in my ear
like the touch of your hand

used to be.