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Barnaby Jones, a QM production, starring Buddy Ebsen, also starring

Lee Merriweather, Mark Shera, with guest stars Peter

Haskell, Carlos Romero, Rene

Enriquez, Victor Mojica, Maria

Grimm.

With special guest star, Camilla Sparf.

Tonight's episode, Killer Without a Name.

Looks like your vacation's done you a world of good. Oh, it was fantastic. The

weather was beautiful, the entire cruise. Oh, that's great. I'm glad to

got the cast off.

Cast? Your writing hand. I got one postcard in two weeks.

One? I said three. One from Costa Grande, one from Acapulco, I know.

The one we got said you wanted us to meet this wonderful guy you met. Now,

is he?

Well, he is a wonderful guy.

His name is Stephen McArthur.

Unfortunately, he had to leave the boat in Acapulco to fly to San Francisco.

Sounds pretty serious, Betty Jones, huh?

Well, I will tell you how serious it is as soon as I get my ship to shore phone

bill.

But he's here in town now, and he wants to take us all out to lunch. We're going

to pick him up at his motel. Oh, good.

Listen, I'm having my luggage pinned on to my apartment. Come on, let's go.

Okay.

And did I tell you he's a master bridge player? I mean, championship caliber.

And he is a Dodger fan.

He's also a six -handicap golfer. Now, yet, has he changed his clothes in the

phone booth?

He also rides a horse named Silver.

There we are, 102.

Oh, jeez.

I sure hope you guys like him as much as I do.

Betty, relax.

We're not here to pass judgment on him. We just want to meet him.

John.

What? What are you doing here, Lieutenant?

Wait a minute, Betty.

What are you... Jason,

cover the door outside. Don't let anybody else come in.

Oh, is it Steve?

Stephen MacArthur? Yes.

Oh, that's the name on his wallet.

Oh, no.

She just came back from a Caribbean cruise. She met him on the boat.

You got anything, John?

How? Why?

Well, the maid found him on the floor, shot in the chest.

Must have been a silencer. Nobody heard anything.

Betty, why don't you go home?

I want to ask you a lot of questions, but I can come by later.

That's a good idea, Betty. Come on.

All right.

Wait.

It isn't Stephen MacArthur.

Hey, can I get you something? A cup of tea?

Some ice water, if you don't mind.

Eddie.

You know, we're all sorry for whoever it was lying there, but at least it wasn't

Stephen.

Yes.

But Lieutenant Biddle thinks that Steve killed him.

Now, don't go jumping ahead of facts.

John didn't say anything like that.

And he has got to look into every possibility.

But it was Steve's motel room. And it was Steve's wallet in the dead man's

pocket. If he didn't kill him, then why has he disappeared?

Oh, thank you, honey.

What is it?

Nothing. Oh, Barnaby, something happened down in Costa Grande.

I was really curious.

What was that?

Well, Steve had invited me to have lunch with him at the Park Hotel down there.

When we got there, a man was waiting for us.

Steve introduced him as Martin Lario of the Costa Grande Agriculture Department.

Well, what's so strange about that? Didn't you tell Biddle that Steve worked

the, what was it, the...

Markel Tractor Company? No.

Well, it wasn't meeting the man so much as the man himself. He was really

nervous about something. He kept looking around as if he was afraid that someone

would see him with Steve.

Any idea why?

No. I asked Steve about it on the way back to the boat, but he said he hadn't

noticed. But thinking back on it, the man was so obviously nervous that he

have had to have seen it.

We've got to get back to the office.

Betty, you take it easy for the rest of the day, okay?

Thank you.

I'd appreciate anything you can do for me, Harry.

Yes, I understand that.

Larios. L -A -R -I -O -S.

And if this information doesn't have State Department clearance, let me know.

Great.

I thought I mentioned something about taking the day off.

I just thought I'd see what it was like around here when I'm not here. Okay,

thank you.

Betty, I'm not going to believe this, but the Markel Tractor Company has no

record of a Stephen MacArthur ever having worked for them. Or any other

MacArthur by any other first name. I already tried Markel.

And the Veterans Administration. He said he had been in Vietnam.

The man who never was.

Why would he use a phony name on a pleasure cruise?

Good question.

Hi. Hello, Tony.

Pardon me?

Lady, I guess I just missed you at your apartment.

Did you find out anything about Steve?

In a way.

John, water is wet.

If it isn't wet, it's not water. Now, just what do you mean, in a way?

Well, a copy of a Costa Grande landing declaration that all tourists make out

was found in MacArthur's motel room.

You notice there's a number on it.

Passport number?

Mm -hmm.

I was just over at the federal building matching that number to this photo they

wire -copied from Baltimore.

Well, who's this supposed to be?

Well, according to the U .S. Passport Service, Stephen MacArthur.

Well, that must be some mistake.

No mistake.

Well, that's not a picture of Steve.

Not even a likeness of the dead man.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you something even stranger.

According to the Bureau of Vital Statistics, that Mr. Stephen MacArthur

three years ago.

Hola, Reynaldo. Hola, hola.

Only one bus in the last half hour.

Good for smog, bad for people.

The police still have not identified the body.

Poor Jose.

He was very good at his profession.

Although Mr.

MacArthur seems to have been better.

One thing seems certain.

He must still have the list of names in his possession.

Otherwise, many of us would be dead by now.

What about this Jones woman who was with him when he met Larios in Costa Grande?

You were right about that.

She was with some people who showed up at the motel soon after her boat landed.

What do you think?

Just a shipboard romance, or does she know something?

At first, I doubted MacArthur would involve an innocent woman.

But as it turns out, she works for a private investigator.

That's interesting.

MacArthur, or whatever his real name is, do you think you can find him before he

delivers the list to the other side?

I would stake my life on it. Yes.

That's apparently what we all have at stake.

We're just about running out of schools in this area, Vinnie.

You sure he wasn't just making up a story about being on a college track

here in New Orleans?

Well, if he was, with all those little details he put in, he would have to be

the world's best liar.

Maybe he was. Here's the rest of the school yearbook, covering the years you

asked for.

I can't believe it. There he is.

His name is Frank Winslow.

Donna, we need an address.

The alumni file, they're kept here, aren't they? Yeah, here on computer

but it's only for official business.

Donna, it's important.

It could be a matter of life or death.

All right.

Hey,

that was Frank Winslow, wasn't it? Class of 62.

debating economics majors. He had a lot of talent.

What's the matter?

He's married.

Are you Steve?

Mrs. Winslow?

Mrs. Frank Winslow?

How can I help you?

You're very pretty.

I'm Betty Jones.

I work for Meridian Insurance.

Is your husband at home? I need to talk to him.

All right.

As soon as he calls me from London or Hong Kong or Timbuktu, I'll tell him.

But I wouldn't hold my breath.

But he was registered in a hotel room here in Los Angeles only this morning.

It's Betty, isn't it?

Take my advice, Betty.

Forget Frank.

You're not the first heart he's broken, nor will you be the last.

That's why I divorced him.

Divorced? Are you saying you're not married to Frank? Don't take any comfort

it, dear.

He really is a rat.

Now, if you don't mind, I really have some things to do.

Oh, yes, I...

I guess that makes me some kind of rat, too.

Doesn't it, Frank?

Hello? Betty, I've been trying to get you.

Jedediah stopped by on his way to law class.

He told me about Mrs. Frank Winslow.

I'm sorry.

You want a little extra shocker?

I just left the lady. It seems that they are divorced.

Does she know where he is?

I got the feeling that the two of them...

Betty, are you still there?

Hold on, Bernie.

By the way, there was a man here. He was robbing my apartment.

Call the police. I'll be right over.

Thank you, officer. If I find anything missing, I'll be sure and

call burglary.

Eddie, are you all right?

It has not been my day.

I'm thankful you weren't hurt.

Is the police finished already?

There really wasn't much for him to do.

I think the burglar was new at the job. He didn't take anything.

Nothing at all?

Well, I haven't had much time to get my head together, but I'm beginning to

think that he was after something besides money. I mean, look at that.

He did this, hmm?

And it isn't as if he didn't have time. I mean, he could have taken the TV, the

jewelry, silver. I mean, he went through everything. Look at the way he tore

into my...

Looks like he was only interested in things you brought back from your trip.

What could he be looking for? I mean, ripping up the lining as if I were some

Mata Hari smuggling secrets.

Apparently that pleasure cruise of yours was serious business for somebody.

Oh, Carlos, you are so good to me.

Look at it. It's so expensive.

It's just my way of showing you how valuable you are to me, Felicia. How

did it cost?

At least a thousand dollars, no?

You're always asking the price of gifts. You know something?

You lack sentiment. You really do.

Carlos, querido, I never mix sentiment with patriotism.

I work for the secret police for the same reason you do.

Money.

I'll go patriot at late.

You'll be missed.

Hasta luego.

Hello? The Jones woman?

I found nothing.

You better come back here.

Alicia tells me they expect MacArthur to deliver the list at any moment. So you

stay close, huh?

Muy bien.

Where's Barnaby? Didn't he get my message? I have been trying to locate

since your secretary called. It sounded urgent. I thought I'd better drop by.

When Barnaby asked me to look into this Lario situation for you, Betty, I had no

idea what kind of a brouhaha you had gotten mixed up in. My advice to you is

get out and stay out.

Harry, all I'm doing is trying to help a man I think is in a lot of trouble.

I'll tell you trouble.

The man who was murdered in Frank Winslow's motel room was Jose Sanchez.

a member of the Costa Grande secret police.

And there are other members of the secret police here now looking for you,

Winslow. But why?

Because he's mixed up in an explosive international situation.

And that's really all you have to know.

Oh, surely you can tell me why they're after him.

Probably because something Larios gave to Winslow when they met at the Park

Hotel.

Do you remember seeing anything?

Uh, is it important?

Now, come on.

Come on. What is it?

Well, I think, Harry, that we might be able to do some horse trading. Don't you

think?

A large group of Costa Grande revolutionaries are living in Los

a coffee importer named Juan Diavolos.

Our information is that Winslow is sympathetic to their aim to overthrow

Costa Grande dictator, and he's working for them. All right?

Larios gave Frank Winslow an envelope.

And afterwards, you both went right back to the boat?

No.

No.

We went to the post office. He said he had some cards to mail.

Probably the envelope with the list of names.

What names?

We believe they're the names of special police agents sent over here to

infiltrate Diavolos' revolutionary group.

After he met with Winslow, Larios was tortured and killed.

And you don't think that Frank Winslow has given the list to Juan Diavolos yet?

If he had, we'd know.

By the body count.

That's why Washington is in such a sweat.

Costa Grande is on the verge of overthrowing the dictator without

With a wave of political shootings over here, it can only hurt their chances for

a quick restoration of democracy there.

Again, Betty, it's a volatile situation, so please stay out of it. And tell

Barnaby to call.

Yes, Mr. Diavolos?

You may go in now, Miss Wilson.

Thank you.

Miss Wilson?

Ah, indeed it's very rare to find a coffee buyer who is also so attractive.

And you've come at an opportune moment.

Samples of the new crop have just arrived from Costa Grande.

Magnifico. Mr. Diavolos, I have a confession to make. I'm not a coffee

Surely you are a detective.

Everybody is.

Try some.

No, thank you.

The reason I lied to your secretary, what I have to say is for your years

Ah, my son Paul.

He's been indiscreet at school again.

No, this has to do with Martin Larios.

He was a good friend of mine.

Larios?

I'm not sure I know the name.

I believe you do.

And that he was tortured and killed by the Costa Grande secret police.

The secret police, yes.

They made a prisoner out of my beautiful country.

What about this Larry's person?

Before he was killed, he got a message out to me. It's very important.

Perhaps if I knew what this message is.

It concerns a secret list. That's all I had liberty to tell you.

Then why come to me when this message is not for me?

Well, it's for Frank Winslow.

Laurioth insisted that I give it to him personally. Those were his instructions.

I see.

As it happens, I'm waiting to be in contact with someone who may be of

to you.

Frank Winslow?

Where can I reach you?

I can give you... I can give you my telephone number.

Mr. Diavolos, this is very important.

Will I have to wait long? Who can tell?

Thank you for coming.

Mr. Diabolos, your private line.

Hola? I'll pick up the letter between 2 .30 and 3 this afternoon, and I want you

there. It might be safer if you deliver it here to my office. I don't want the

responsibility of it any longer than it's necessary.

As soon as I get it, I want it out of my hands.

Where?

Meet me at the corner of 3rd and Monroe.

I'll be there in about 15 minutes.

As you wish.

And by the way, Betty Jones was just here to see me.

Very clever woman.

How'd she know about you?

In this business, unfortunately, even friends spy on each other.

Listen, Juan, no matter what happens, I don't want Betty involved in this.

Neither do I.

But if she persists in getting in the way, you mustn't blame me if she gets

hurt. Fifteen minutes, then.

Juan, listen...

Felicia, I'm going to be gone for about an hour.

Oh, don't forget your four o 'clock appointment.

Another present from your boyfriend, huh?

my new boyfriend vicente he's very sweet what am i going to tell my sister she

said to look after you so you will stay a good girl i am a good girl uncle that

is why i get so many nice presents

I don't want the responsibility of it any longer than it's necessary.

As soon as I get it, I want it out of my hands.

Where? Meet me at the corner of 3rd and Monroe.

I'll be there in about 15 minutes.

Hello, Carlos.

I think I have what you've been looking for.

I'm curious about one thing, my friend.

It turned out to be a splendid idea, but what made you think of mailing yourself

a list to the bank?

Oh, I got the letter from Larios. I had no idea the information was going to be

as hot as it was.

I got nervous about carrying it all the way back to the States.

I decided to mail it to the tapest address I could think of.

I'm sorry, Mr. Winslow, but your letter hasn't arrived yet.

Irene, that can't be. I mailed it special delivery on the 17th.

Well, I'll tell you what. Sometimes mail gets delivered to other branches of the

bank by mistake. So let me check it out and give you a call.

Sorry.

You heard?

Call me as soon as you're here.

I'll leave first.

I was very lucky, J .R. I lost him in a stoplight and then I saw his parked car,

but I just don't know where he is now.

Well, did you put on a good enough act to send him off looking for Winslow?

the general idea.

Look, if you figure you need some backup, I can put the phone on service.

It's too late, JR. I see him. He's headed for his car.

I'll call you back later. Bye.

I suppose I should call you Frank now.

It'll always be difficult not to call you Steve. I know something of what's

going on. I know you're in trouble, and I'd like to help if you'd let me.

I know I must obviously look like this Frank or Steve or whoever you're talking

about, miss.

I'm afraid you've got the wrong man.

What? You'll have to excuse me.

We're too late. We missed him.

Frank, I lied to Betty Jones. I lied to those men from the State Department who

came by looking for you.

Thanks hardly seems trivial enough for the moment.

Understanding ex -wife a fella could possibly have.

Damn it.

I'm not letting you hide here because I'm understanding.

I'm doing it because I still love you.

Heaven help me.

And you know it. You're taking advantage of me. All right.

But at least you can tell me what's going on.

Remember, only if it's Irene Edwards at the bank or a man by the name of

Diavolos.

Hello?

Mr. Winslow, please. This is Miss Edwards at the bank.

The bank.

Yeah, Irene.

I'm afraid the letter didn't turn up in any of our other branches, Mr. Winslow.

All right, when's the next mail delivery?

In the morning when we open, 10 o 'clock.

And there's something else. There was a woman just here looking for you.

Her name happened to be Betty Jones?

Oh, then you do know her.

She's still there? Put her on the phone.

Oh, no, she's gone. I'm sorry, Mr. Winslow.

She didn't sound quite right, and we do try to protect our customers.

It's all right.

Thank you, Irene.

I'll see you in the morning.

Mr. Ryan said the quality of the coffee in the shipment is not what he ordered,

and he's returning it.

Diabolos? Just hold on a moment.

I will look it over later, Felicia. Thank you.

Yes? Letter didn't show up at any of the branches. We're going to have to try

again tomorrow at 10.

I've been in exile from my country for three years, my friend. I know the days.

Not so long.

That's easy for you.

I might not be so lucky the next time one of those secret police assassins

up looking for that letter.

Frank. This time we'll meet somewhere else.

Call me just before you go for the letter.

I'll tell you where.

All right.

Patton, secret police.

Frank, please, what's going on?

I'll be able to tell you all about it tomorrow, okay?

Right now, I just got to make sure I'm still alive tomorrow.

I just had a call from Felicia.

Diablos has a list?

No, not yet. For some reason, it cannot be delivered until 10 o 'clock tomorrow

morning. Why 10 o 'clock?

What is so important about the time?

It doesn't matter.

Diablos is too smart to meet in the same place again, so we must get our hands

on the man first.

Oh, his real first name, by the way, turns out to be Frank.

Difficult to find a man even if we knew his last name, but without it,

impossibly. Yes.

So we must make him come to us, and I think I know a way.

Daddy, it's Frank Winslow.

Frank, I'm glad to hear your voice. Where are you?

A few blocks away.

I have to talk to you.

Well, come on over. You know the address.

Oh, there might be people watching you.

That park about two streets away.

It's safe.

I'll meet you there in five minutes.

All right, that's about it.

Until I got on that cruise ship, I was just a sympathizer.

A few small donations.

A lot of big talk about helping to free Casagrande.

But why did Diabolo send you?

Surely he has other people in his organization better suited for that sort

thing. He said I was infested with spies.

Mario said a list of all their names.

They wanted somebody that the secret police wouldn't suspect as a courier.

Even so, they gave me a brand new identity.

Stephen McCarthy.

I sort of like that, don't I?

Sorry, Betty.

About everything.

Especially about your meeting Louise, thinking I was still married to her.

I don't know, from the way she talked, I wonder if she's really accepted the

divorce as final.

I've been a very, very lucky man.

I've known two marvelous ladies in my life.

You're one of them.

Louise is the other.

Better give you a lift back.

This is over. I'll fill in all the blank spots.

It's kind of a hairy picture.

You're going to have to do some...

Explaining to the police?

Yes, the man in the motel.

Did you kill him?

With his gun.

He was sent there to kill me for that list of names.

If you give that list to Diavolos, there'll be more killings.

It's his war.

I know a man in the State Department.

If you were to give the list to him, there wouldn't be any more killings.

Betty, the man you said broke into your apartment.

He's probably with the secret police.

I might not bother you again.

But just in case, it's a favor to me. Don't go near the bank again.

At least until after tomorrow.

Is the list there?

Promise.

Sound the road. Shoot.

Get in the car.

Hello, Felicia?

Carlos?

No, no change. Listen, it's nine o 'clock.

Has your uncle talked to him, heard from him?

No, and I am worried. What if my name is on that list?

Listen, you must do as we planned.

When Diablos hears from Frank, if there's no time to call me, then follow

But I can't shoot my own uncle.

Not just your uncle, darling. You must shoot them both.

Miss Jones, you kept me awake all night scratching the rope that way.

How long are you going to keep me here?

What do we do, Carlos?

You cannot wait much longer. The others must be warned.

Senorita, let me explain my position.

Now, if I let Reynaldo shoot you now, that could turn out to be very bad

relations for my company. On the other hand, if Felicia fails me and the list

gets into the hands of the revolutionaries, that could be worse.

So you see, your life is on the wrong side of the balance scale.

I still can't tell you something I don't know.

I don't smoke either.

Is that what you're looking for?

His last name is Winslow. It's Frank Winslow. It's been here all the time.

I'm sorry he doesn't live in this house any longer, and I don't know where he

can be reached.

I think perhaps if I told you that Miss Betty Jones will come to great harm if

you do not call him to the phone.

Hold on.

I think you'd better take this.

May I help you? We don't need any help. We're just going to go right in. Wait a

minute. Where are you going? You cannot go in there. Sure can.

No, you cannot.

I'm sorry, Mr. Diablos. I told them you're busy. My name is Barnaby Jones.

is Jedediah Jones. I think you've already met the other member of the

family. That's all right, Felicia.

Gentlemen, I have very little time. What can I do for you? You can make time.

Jedediah. Diablos, somehow my daughter -in -law got mixed up in your revolution

because she happened to meet a man named Frank Winslow. Suddenly she's missing.

She didn't show up for work this morning. What concern is that of mine?

If you're going to play dumb, I'm going to have somebody from the State

Department come over here and ask the questions.

All right.

Betty Jones was here yesterday under an assumed name.

I pretended ignorance, so she left.

That's all I know of her.

Then who does know?

You know all the players. I want a name. She was last seen getting into a car

late yesterday afternoon with a man described as a Latin.

Probably the same Latin -looking man she saw in front of the bank at 3rd and

Monroe, where you went to meet with Winslow. Wait, wait just a moment.

How did she know about the meeting?

After she left, she waited outside and followed you.

But this Latin man, how could he know where the meeting was to take place?

I only found out myself when Frank called me after Miss Jones left my

The fellow in Costa Grande who was killed by the secret police? He was

take out a list of spies, right?

Yes, but there was no one else here at the office when Frank called, except...

Except who?

Who else was here?

Felicia. But the door was closed.

Even if it was possible.

She couldn't have heard anything.

What phone did the message come in on?

Transmitter.

Transmitter.

Transmits 30, 50 feet at the most.

My sister will be very unhappy, Felicia, to know that you raised her daughter to

be a traitor.

Over here, Mr. Winslow.

You said there might be some problem at the bank. Has it been resolved?

Where's Betty?

I'm here.

They hurt you?

No, I'm all right.

A list?

What good is it all if you can't help the people you love?

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

A list?

A copy of the list, Mr.

Winslow. Did you make one? No. And no copies.

In a treacherous world, Mr. Winslow, it's difficult to be trusting.

Wait a minute.

The deal was that Betty and I walk out of here alive when you get that list.

Oh, indeed.

And then into a car that will take you to an airplane that will take you and

Miss Jones to Costa Grande as guests of my country.

How long? Oh, a year, five years, as long as it takes to

stop this silly...

That's

the leg.

It's bad. It's broken.

right let's go both of you he can't move he's hurt this is the place

call bill

Yes, Frank's been shot.

What is it?

What is it?

What is it?

Barnaby, there's another man somewhere with a gun.

Nice going.

Nice.

Louise, it's not serious.

I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true.

Really. He's going to be fine.

Thank you, Betty.

It means a lot to me.

They're taking him down to Seaport Hospital now.

Why don't you... Why don't you go on down there?

I know he'd want to see you.

Me?

Yes, you.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Bye -bye.

Betty, why would you hang around? I'll need a statement from you, too.

Hi. Don't have any place to go, Johns.

Can't find the letter anywhere.

What happened to it?

Maybe Carlos or Ronaldo have it. Or Frank.

Here it is.

Thank you, senorita.

I'm going to give this to our State Department.

You what?

There have been enough killings.

You're going to have to find some other way to settle your wars.

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