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Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen, also starring Lee

Meriwether, with guest stars Geraldine Brooks, Jerry

Hauser, Andrew Park.

Tonight's episode, The Murdering Class.

supposed to be seniors. Stop forcing around. We'll never get finished in

A lot of tables still need chairs, you know.

Oh, put Mrs. Ogden next to the minister.

Maybe he can shame her into buying some tickets for the tennis fund.

I certainly couldn't, even though I am headmistress.

Don't forget those flowers. Tomorrow morning, first thing, here.

Oh, Janet.

Yes? Your brother.

Thanks, Victor.

George. Looks very nice.

Oh, I hope so.

Oh, I found ten of these medieval histories you wanted. Now, if you need

more, I... George, those are very heavy, and ten is fine. But why don't you get

one of the boys to help you?

Oh, no, no. They have their job, and I have mine.

I think I've been sober long enough to carry my own weight, and ten medieval

histories.

George.

Thank you.

I'll put them in the office.

Right.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think we've done about all we can for tonight.

And some of you have some midterm exams to study for.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Boy, you gave me a scare, Mr. Enright.

What are you doing here, Paul?

Come on out.

Come on.

Well, I'm working student desk this week.

I came back because I left a book.

I'm cramming for exams, so I've got to go. You opened a private file, didn't

you, Paul?

How'd you learn the combination?

I didn't take the money. All right, please, Paul. We've got to go talk to my

sister about this. I didn't take anything, Mr. Enright. I didn't take

What's the rush?

George,

everyone caught me at it. It's awful. We gotta get help.

Haste makes waste, Paul.

Now tell me again without the emotional embellishment.

I didn't mean to.

Tell me, Paul, what's awful?

I think I killed him.

You think?

If you're ever going to be a newspaper man, always make sure of the facts.

Come on.

Back to the scene of the crime.

Well, Paul, this makes you the first murderer I've ever known.

I'm gonna call the police.

Operator?

Your mouth is dry, dear boy.

The adrenaline is short -circuiting your brain and you'll botch everything.

The police, bumbling as they are, will ask questions.

What were you doing there, Paul Thayer? And your buddy, your pal, Charles Lomax,

what brought him to the headmistress's office?

Do you want to tell them all that, Paul?

What are we going to do?

Take the head.

I'll take the feet.

Come on, Paul. He won't bite you.

Bottle.

Let that be a lesson to you.

That's what happens to alcoholics who can't stay away from their booze.

They get into all kinds of terrible accidents.

Sometimes fatal.

And there shall be no night there, and they need no candle, neither light of

sun. For the Lord God giveth them light, and they shall reign forever and ever.

And he said unto me, These sayings are faithful and true.

And the Lord God of the holy prophets sent his angel to show unto his servants

the things which must be true.

Behold, I come quickly.

Blessed is he that keepeth the sayings of the prophecy of this book.

Oh, of course, Ron. Thank you.

Thank you.

Well... Are you all right, Janet?

Oh, I'm fine, thank you. It was a lovely service. I appreciate it. I'll call you

later.

Sure, now.

Go on, get out of here.

Barnaby Jones?

Yes, Miss Enright.

You have my sympathy, Miss Enright.

I didn't know if I should come now. I'm glad you did.

I want my brother's name cleared.

Whatever it may cost.

Well, since I was driving through town, I stopped and had a talk with Lieutenant

Roth.

And did he convince you that George stole that money?

Well... I'd say you made a good start.

Mr. Jones, Lieutenant Ross didn't know my brother.

I'd like to tell you about him.

This was George.

He loved books.

When we agreed that I take control of the school, he insisted on earning his

keep, as he put it, by staying on as our librarian.

Am I right?

In your statement to the police, you said that your brother gave up drinking

about eight months ago.

Yes, as soon as I'd officially taken over the school.

I assume that he just no longer needed whiskey as an escape from...

Responsibility. What do you figure set him off drinking that night?

I don't know how George got to the cliff.

I don't know how the whiskey got on him.

I don't know how the money from the tennis fund got into his pockets.

I only know one thing.

My brother.

He didn't need to steal.

Look, look, this shelf here, all first editions, this set of Longfellow alone,

it's worth thousands.

If my brother wanted money for liquor or anything else, he could have sold it.

Was the man who lived here a thief?

This is called doubles, Lomax.

Now, in doubles, you let your partner hit the ball when it comes in the inside

of the court.

Okay?

Oh, good Lord.

Mid -year finals here all next week, and then the SATs, and then the University

of California stuff.

What difference does it make? You're going to flunk them all anyway.

Everything under control, ladies? All? Yeah, no sweat, ma 'am.

Here, Mr.

Cater, please, you take this booklet and you read it carefully, at your leisure,

and if you have any questions, any questions whatsoever, you don't hesitate

ask anyone in this office, okay?

Well, Paul, we'll need to... Oh, Janet.

I didn't think you'd be in today. Why, I can handle anything that comes up. I

really want to, Victor.

Uh, this is Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones, this is our college counselor, Victor Stern.

How do you do, sir? How do you do, Mr. Stern?

As you know, I wasn't satisfied with Lieutenant Royce's report, and so I've

asked Mr. Jones to come from Los Angeles to make some further investigations for

me. If he needs anything, I know you'll give him all the help you can. Of

course, Mr. Jones. Anything I can do.

Thank you, Mr. Stern.

Paul, I'll need 50 copies of this college requirement.

Uh, yes, sir. Fifty copies right away.

Game set.

I want to show you why that second serve of yours isn't working.

Okay?

Go, Max.

Now, maybe you got the rest of the school conned into thinking that you're

greatest in sliced bread.

But on a tennis court, you're nothing but a second -rate grandstander.

Lucky idiots. We can beat them any four out of five sets.

Yeah, you let your partner play, Lomax.

When I draw a lousy partner, Whitney, I have to try to carry him.

Big deal.

Charles, I gotta talk to you.

Only one autograph per customer, please.

Did you hear that grandstander crack?

Boy, you give a guy like Fannin a little authority and he turns into... Listen,

we're in trouble.

The official verdict was accidental death while intoxicated, official.

Yeah, well, you know that guy who came in late to the cemetery?

He's a private detective from L .A. that Enright hired.

How do you know? Because I keep my big ears open, that's how.

He's up in her office right now going over the whole thing. I'm telling you,

he's got to find out.

He won't have time to find out.

Not if we handle it right.

handled it so far and we're going down the drain no paul

neither of us is going down the drain nor down the tube nor up the creek a

little spice has been added to the brew that's all it was an accident i'm gonna

tell you

are not gonna

burn yourself and you are not gonna burn me.

Do you understand?

What are we gonna do?

We have to make sure that our tall, straight, gray -haired private

from Lotusland finds his criminal, don't we?

And clears the blot from the Enri discussion.

But how?

We have to throw a little light on the woodpile.

I was thinking that it's inconceivable that Paul Thayer, last vice president,

honor student, etc., is the type of young man who goes around robbing people

killing them and fits the temper.

But he is.

Full of psychological hang -ups.

Understandably uptight about his position.

I'm afraid Mr.

Fannin killed old George.

Strong, powerful man with a hot temper.

He's liable to do anything.

Even murder.

Hello. Hello.

Mr. Jones.

I'm Paul Thayer. This is Charles Lomax.

How do you do?

How do you do, sir?

Thayer?

Lomax?

Yeah, I've been reading about you.

You are, uh...

President of the senior class.

Edited the paper.

A lot of school activities.

I'm from the East, Mr. Jones. I learned to stuff ballot boxes at my father's

knee.

Is there anything we can do to help, sir?

Well, I... Yeah, yeah, there might be.

Especially since you're on the paper.

Any idea how this flashbulb got in the closet?

I can't imagine, sir.

Why, Paul...

This is the size you use. You must have dropped it. Me? How could I have dropped

it? Our layout on George Enright, remember?

You took three or four shots up here.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure. I guess it's mine. I'm always losing them, you know?

Oh.

Do you have any offices besides Los Angeles, Mr. Jones, working with other

private investigators?

You know, that's as good a loaded question as I ever heard. Three pieces

information at one crack.

Where did you hear that I was... Well, of course, all good newspaper men know

what's going on around them, don't they?

You are investigating Mr. Enright's murder, aren't you?

The inquest didn't seem to find any reason for assuming murder.

Did you discuss your theory with anyone else at the time of the inquest?

No.

Ben, I wasn't sure of my ground.

But I'm very sure of it now.

And there's a lot more than meets the eye in this whole tragic mess, Mr.

A witness talked to Charles.

And when I was going back to the dorm from the auditorium, 10 .30 or so, I saw

somebody go in the administration building.

That's where Miss Enright's office is.

You know.

Recognize him, Willie?

Not exactly. It was too far away.

A man, definitely.

Just a guy.

Medium build.

Well, that's not very much to go on.

I thought of one of those borderline facts, too, but possibly enough to have

verdict questioned.

Yeah, well, as I say, that's not very much, but you never know.

Well, thank you, gentlemen.

Good luck on those exams.

Did I do all right?

Not bad at all.

Bit of the hook, bit of the line, next the sinker.

But I don't get it.

Why didn't you want me to give him the name?

It's been almost a week, you idiot. You can't wait all this time and then up and

say, oh, by the way, I forgot to mention it, but I happened to see Ron Fann and

the tennis whiz up there with old George the night he was totaled.

Police are like turkeys in November.

Start feeding them a bunch of garbage, they get suspicious.

Now, Paul?

Got your checkbook handy? My checkbook?

Write out a check for $100.

Payable to the 10th committee fund.

Let's see, today's the 17th. Old George died the 14th. Date it two days before

that, the 12th. What's your idea?

Just do it, Paul.

What'd you have me write it for if you're just going to burn it?

You've got to feed them their clues bit by bit.

That way they'll swallow it all.

I have some good news and some bad news.

First the good news. You've dug far enough.

Now the bad news.

Open it.

It's getting late. Open the coffin.

How about that, Paul?

He's smiling at you.

Who's going to do it?

Why, you.

You're responsible for the poor man's demise.

It's the least you can do.

I think we're ready for the final touches.

Mr. Fanon himself.

What's all that, Miss Enright? They arrested Ron Fannin for murdering

What? Lieutenant Roth said that George must have surprised him while I was

trying to break into the cabinet.

He killed George.

Then he tried to make it look like an accident.

That's a mighty far cry from their first verdict.

That first verdict was death while intoxicated.

George couldn't have been drunk.

Well, let's see the boy's first sentence with his lawyer right now. It goes

before Judge Perry for arraignment at 4 o 'clock.

Things are moving pretty fast, aren't they, Hank?

Hello, Mr. Jones.

They're bringing you in on this officially.

I understand you three have had a busy day.

Look, you understand why we couldn't bring everything to you first.

Perfectly, but...

Lieutenant Roth and I aren't in competition for a prize. We're both in

business. Yeah, same business, different pay.

Lieutenant's been telling me that you boys have been poking around down below

the cliff and you came up with some new evidence.

Charles found it near where they found the body. A Wimbledon button.

I've heard of Wimbledon tennis, but what's a Wimbledon button?

This part of me.

It's like an Olympic button.

And this is his official Wimbledon blazer we found in his closet.

Oh.

Well, you were lucky to find it.

Oh, yes, sir.

We thought the police might have overlooked something when they searched

area originally.

And we all know how understaffed this office is.

So with the button, plus what Grant here told us, I got a search warrant and it

paid off.

Made out by Paul Thayer to the tennis committee fund.

We found it in a pile of ashes in Fannis' fireplace.

I thought all the loot was on Enright.

Well, when Fannin suddenly found himself mixed up in a murder, he planted

everything on Enright to make it look like an accident.

He overlooked that and burned it when he got home.

Pretty dumb not to have made sure it burned completely.

Well, maybe, but I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, Barnaby.

Especially if he's dumb enough to leave the murder weapon around.

A weapon?

like you got this whole thing wrapped up.

Fenn and Seller, these hairs were stuck in the switch.

They were caught there after he caved in Enright's skull, after Enright caught

him stealing.

The medical examiner confirmed, of course.

They checked against those from the autopsy. The victim's hair, definitely.

Well, looks like I've only got one question to ask you all.

When is the hanging?

Well, I don't need a private eye.

I need a lawyer.

I'm not looking for a fee, Mr. Fannin.

I have permission to talk to you if you want to talk to me.

How about it?

You can't help me a bit.

Somebody's got me in a box and they want to keep me here.

No, I don't want to talk to you, Joseph. Damn it, would you leave me alone?

I know you're mad, Mr. Fannin.

I don't blame you.

I just don't believe you're a...

as Lieutenant Roth must think you are.

The case they got against you is pretty convincing.

If people want to believe you pulled a dozen dumb moves in the space of an

Now, what's in all this for you?

Well, I got myself right in the middle of something I sure didn't expect.

All of a sudden, funny questions started getting funny answers.

I don't know quite how to explain this to you, but there's something sticking

way inside of me here. I don't know if that's my crawl or my gullet or what,

anyway, there's something sticking in there, and I want to get it unstuck,

that's all.

You know, I got a belly full of my own, too.

Well?

Let's start spitting them out.

Do you know what Roth is counting on all of it?

Well, there's the flashlight.

There's Mr. Enright's hair.

There's the blazer button.

The tennis fund check.

The fact that I knew that there was a couple of thousand dollars in the safe.

That's a pretty neat package.

Yeah, but to begin with, I don't even know the combination.

The beauty of circumstantial evidence is that nobody has to prove how you got

into the filing cabinet.

Only that it's obvious you did.

That's about as logical as Willie Grand saying he saw someone who looked like

Mr. Fannin about the time that Mr. Enright was killed.

What do you say to that?

Well, now, death was supposed to have been about 10 .30, right?

Give or take a few minutes.

Did you ask Janet Enright where she was about then?

What?

She's my alibi, Mr. Jones.

She was with me.

Ask your client.

Telling George that he can rest easy now.

He's been exonerated.

An arrest isn't exactly a conviction, you know.

Mr. Fannin tells me that when you left the auditorium that night, you and he

talked about the tournament until he left you at your door.

True. And you left a little after ten o 'clock.

No, I think so.

Well, it's about 15 minutes from the auditorium to Wyndham House. I walked it

today. And another 15 minutes back to the administration building.

Let's say a few minutes for talk.

That's about 45 minutes, right?

Mr. Jones, the authorities have gone into all of this.

They have proof of what Mr. Fannin did.

It's not proof if Mr. Fannin couldn't be there.

Now, I'm practically convinced that he couldn't have taken you to your door,

gotten back to your offices, gotten up and struggled with your brother and had

death occur at the time the coroner said it did.

I'm sorry, but it's really out of my hands.

And I must go.

Miss Enright, very little honor will accrue to your brother's name if it's

at the expense of an innocent man.

Of course not.

But how can anyone be sure of how long we were talking or of how fast we

You brought up time and the clock.

No one has suggested that Mr. Fannin, who is an athlete, might well have run

back across campus.

If you run to a place you intend to rob, witnesses are inclined to remember it.

Mr. Jones, you and I, we both believe in logic.

Yes, Miss Enright, that we do.

All right.

what motive could there have been for this crime except money?

Ron Fannin was in my office trying to steal $2 ,000.

Now, it was money that he knew was there because he had given it to me.

There is no other motive.

And now you must excuse me. I have a million things to do.

Good afternoon.

You certainly keep things pretty around here.

Well, thank you very much.

How often do you water this time of year?

Oh, I usually turn the sprinklers on about evening this time of the year for

about an hour, an hour and a half.

You'd think that earth would have settled more, wouldn't you?

I know that some of you are not going to be happy with these exam schedules, but

I've done the fairest I can.

Some of you will have two finals in one day. Can't be helped.

Good afternoon,

sir. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr. Stern.

That was quite a job of detective work you young fellas did.

Well, Charles deserves all the credit, sir.

No, it was a real collaboration.

Like a copy of the Gazette, Mr. Jones?

Thank you.

Is Miss Anne Wright expecting you, Mr. Jones?

Well, I'd like to talk to her if she isn't too busy.

Janet, Mr. Jones is in the outer office.

How's the case coming?

Oh, Judge Perry is set Monday for the preliminary hearing.

No bail.

Mr. Jones.

Miss Enright, I've been thinking what you said about a motive.

Now, what if there was something else inside that filing cabinet that somebody

wanted more than money?

Here is a check for your services.

I think you will find it more than satisfactory.

I'll be glad to take it when I feel that I've followed through.

Right now, if you don't mind, I'd like to have one more look at what's inside

that cabinet and a chance to ask a few more questions.

I'm afraid I'll have to say no.

Our school has had more than its share of scandal.

I see no point in raking around a problem that the police have already

At least, to my satisfaction.

To put it bluntly...

Your services are no longer required.

I feel just like a conspirator and I can't say I like it.

Let's go in here.

Yep, more of the same. All three of them. Charles Lomax, Paul Thayer,

Graham. All came to Enright with poor or failing grades.

Then sometime in the second semester, the grades shot up to A, even straight

Spectacular. Not all that unusual.

Especially when boys decide to knuckle down to work.

And when some students come to a demanding prep school, Mr. Jones, they

test better.

Or when they happen to know the answers to the exams beforehand.

I thought it would shock you when I said that.

I don't know what you're getting at.

All these final exams, questions and answers, were they always kept in that

filing cabinet with the combination lock?

Yes, as long as I've been.

Then it wasn't the money the thief was after.

It was the answer to the exam questions.

Mm -hmm.

And you think somebody beside Mr. Fannin was the one?

That would explain all that.

Cheating during an exam is one thing. It's bad enough.

I can't believe this, Mr. Jones.

How much longer are these exams going to last today?

What?

Oh, 25 minutes. This is the last one. And when will they know the result?

They're tabbed by computer.

They'll be posted on the bulletin boards by 4 .30.

Shh.

I

must

get back. You shouldn't be here either. One more favor. It's important.

I want you to fail Charles Lomax and Willie Grand, but not Paul Thayer.

Why, I have no right to tamper with any grades.

Their entire futures depend on these tests.

Maybe Ron Fannins does, too.

What good would it do?

Suppose one made the usual 95, 98 on the test, but the other two didn't.

Then it would be obvious that the guy that made the high grades had pulled a

fast one on his buddies.

And if that happens, we might see some fireworks.

Well, Charles is the ringleader, Mr. Jones.

Shouldn't he be the one to get the best marks?

No. He's the ringleader, as you say, because he's smart enough not to do the

dirty work.

He gets stooges to do that.

And Paul Thayer is exactly the type that Charles would pick.

Hey, I passed!

Way to go!

How are you supposed to remember all those dumb days?

I thought you'd be gone by now, Mr. Jones.

If I'm trespassing, I apologize.

But as I told you, I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Get at the truth, is what I said.

And I would certainly think you would, too.

Yes, you told me what you assumed.

I'd like to know how you expect to prove it.

Out of the mouths of babes, I hope.

Victor, I'd like to see you for a minute.

How did you do, fellas?

We aced it. Two 98s and a 99.

Very fair test, Mr. Stern.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jones.

I just couldn't do it.

I couldn't cheat like that.

I just couldn't take the chance.

A promise is a promise, Willie. Yeah, no kidding.

You know, with finals like these, we can get in any college we want. We can make

it Stanford.

I was promised a smashing Italian convertible, and I certainly can't ride

with the top down all year at Harvard.

How are you riding around on that road down by the cliff where George Enright's

body was found?

Mr. Enright told all of us on student death duty you didn't have permission to

be on school property, Mr. Jones.

Want to call a cop?

Actually,

we all have something to do. You have nowhere to go, Paul.

Thanks, Lomax.

I like your style.

You see a problem?

You want to meet it head on.

You know, I love the old philosopher aw shucks bitch you use on people,

Jones.

But why don't we get down to the nitty gritty?

Suits me fine, except that this doesn't exactly concern you that personally,

Lomax. I wanted to talk to Thayer here, but you can go if you want. No!

I mean... Well,

why not?

You're all for one, one for all anyway, aren't you?

This is just yours, Paul, and I

don't see how anyone else could even know about it.

It's a photostatic copy of your check that was found in Fannin's fireplace.

The number 1007 written on the 12th. That's two days

before Mr. Enright died.

I can't figure how come three days later on the 15th, You wrote two checks, one

numbered 1006 and one 1005.

Earlier numbers.

Something fishy about the date.

Well, it could happen.

I mean, if I wrote it out of order, it could happen.

But you didn't write them out of order, did you, Paul?

You dated it three days before you wrote it, didn't you?

Yes. His bank wouldn't give out that kind of information.

What did you do, Jones? Bribe some stupid clerk?

No, I just took a shot in the dark.

And Paul gave me the answer.

Something else kind of funny.

This, uh, Gazette you gave me the other day, uh... What about it?

Well, uh, Paul, this picture you took of the people at the funeral, uh, take a

look at it.

Seem a little unusual to you?

It's kind of small, so I made an enlargement.

See, all the buttons are on the Wimbledon jacket.

How do you figure?

Let me see that.

No, uh... Paul, you tell me.

How could all the buttons be on the jacket when one of them was lost three

ago at the cliff?

And it simply sewed on a new button.

And tore it off days later when the police searched his apartment.

Does that seem right, Paul?

He started on badly, I suppose.

Look, I really got to call my family. I promise. I will wait, Willie.

Now, how about George Enright's coffin?

The people at the cemetery are absolutely mystified.

They can't figure how bits of earth got inside the coffin.

You see, it was sealed at the funeral home.

Yesterday, I got a court order to dig it up, and we found dirt.

Dirt from the cemetery inside the coffin.

So somebody must have opened it, right?

Open it after the burial.

How could anybody do that?

Have you got any ideas, Paul?

I don't know. Come on, tell us what really happened, Paul. Please, Mr. Jones

an absent that night. Shut your mouth, you stupid idiot. Please, you've got to

believe me. I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident. I told you we should

call the police. I told you you should have let me.

I'll do that for you now, Paul.

Can't you take the pressure?

Can't you keep any cool at all?

Everything was working perfect.

Everything has worked perfect for years, damn it.

In five minutes, you blow everything I've set up for you.

Get me the sheriff's office, please.

Lieutenant Roth, if he's on duty.

Damn it, me.

There'd be nowhere without me.

You know who figured out how to get those examinations?

I did.

Three years ago.

I broke that combination.

You know how?

I used my brain.

I figured it out.

You know, I knew that...

It'd have to be something simple.

Something right in front of everyone's nose.

Janet Enright's birthday.

June 18, 1932.

6 -18 -1932.

She's not 38 like she tells everyone. She's 40 years old.

Born in 1932.

6 -18

-1932.

It's you.

Thank heaven he's all right now.

I was so anxious to clear my brother that I let myself be blind to everything

and everyone.

And those boys.

Where did I go wrong?

Where do we all go wrong?

Find problems like this in the slums or the ghetto, you're not surprised, but...

It happens in the best of families.

Even here.

Well, they have all the advantages.

Well, there's a lot to do.

Thank you, Mr. Jones. Bye, Miss Enright.

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