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Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen, also starring Lee

Meriwether, with guest stars Roddy McDowell, Rennie

Santoni, special guest star Marlon Mason.

Tonight's episode, See Some Evil, Do Some Evil.

Yes, it's marvelous news, darling.

Everything you wanted, baby.

Door's open, Mr. Jones.

Somebody's at the door, honey.

You bet, darling.

Same time tomorrow.

Bye -bye.

I didn't hear Mr.

How did you...

Thank you.

Mr. Lambert here.

The car is waiting.

Hi, Mr. Lambert.

Hi. How's the accident?

A little light for the happy hour, but 8 o 'clock spoke pretty good, Mr. Brandon

said. Well, he should know.

Thanks, Eddie.

Hello, Bobby.

What are you doing here? Meeting a client, Joe. What floor?

29.

Henry Warren?

What happened?

Lieutenant, Edwards just called from the airport about ten minutes ago. He's on

his way down with Warren's wife.

His widow.

She's been in San Francisco.

What did Warren want to see you about?

He didn't tell me. He said on the phone he'd explain when I got here.

What time was your appointment?

About five.

Yeah, that's about the time the medical examiner figures he got shot. I called

to tell him I'd be 30, 40 minutes late, but nobody answered.

And they were sitting here, the phone ringing.

Any suspects, Joe?

Yeah, one of the tenants says he thinks he saw a stranger on 29.

You want to read his report?

I sure do.

Boy, oh boy.

Maybe if I'd been on time, he might still be alive.

Yeah, but then again, maybe there would have been two of you lying up there.

Excuse me.

I'm Lieutenant Taylor, Mrs. Warren.

Sorry you had to find out this way.

Please, just let me go up.

Yeah.

Maybe she knows why I wanted to see you.

I'll let you know.

Barnaby, it's really not your problem anymore.

That's what I kept telling myself all last night.

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

He's right here.

Lieutenant Taylor.

Hello, Joe.

I talked to the widow. No help.

She never even knew her husband called you, let alone why.

Okay, Joe. Thank you for trying.

The bills, advertisements, and something marked personal.

Retainer for $500 and a letter of confirmation.

From whom?

Henry Warren, dated yesterday.

Guess I'm still working for him.

And so reluctantly, but with the knowledge that Henry Warren richly

love and respect...

of those of us who have been honored to know him, might solemnly lay him to his

eternal rest.

Thank you.

Bye.

Anything special you want to hear, big man?

How'd you know? I mean... That's okay.

I'm cool about it.

I tell you, when you've been blind as long as I have, you learn other ways to

see.

Not everybody pick it up.

But at this early hour, with so few patrons in the club, you know, no one

yawking it up, I could hear you coming across that carpet like an elephant.

And then when you sat down...

That aftershave lotion you're wearing, that's pine, isn't it?

Yeah, well, I gave you away.

A big man.

Well, you ask a silly question.

Yeah, and another thing.

Your voice.

Yeah, it's got an outdoor, easy flavor.

Yeah, way down deep.

North Carolina, back away.

a country music fan myself.

You?

Never knew there was any other kind until I started wearing shoes.

Stan. Here, microphone.

Is it dark outside yet?

Not quite.

I can't stand it in here when it's light outside.

A nightclub should be at night, right?

Any other girls work here?

No, there's a bookkeeper sometimes.

Go ahead, Jenny.

Yet here she comes now.

That crazy perfume. I know it in the crowd.

Sorry I'm late.

It's no sweat.

Oh, you're the singer.

I saw your picture out front.

It's me, Jenny Lynn, girl singer.

How do you do? I'm Barnaby Jones.

That's nice.

Excuse me. I'm thirsty.

A double, Gloria.

Here you go, sweetie. Thanks.

Can I get you something, sir?

A glass of milk.

Another pussycat.

May I sit down?

I'm not in the mood for a chit -chat.

I know. I saw you at the funeral.

Oh, what are you into, Mr. Jones? I mean, like, what do you do?

Private investigator.

I see.

Well, that's fine with me.

Everybody has to be something.

Sit down.

I was at the cemetery to pay my respects to an aunt who passed away.

Yes, I checked the headstone.

Your aunt was Abner Smith, who left us in 1896.

Is it a crime to attend someone's funeral?

No, but obviously you did change your appearance for the funeral, and you must

admit that brings up a few questions.

I'm speaking of Henry Warren's funeral.

All right, Mr. Jones.

We were close friends.

I'm not here to make judgments.

Everybody does.

When I met Henry, he was living alone.

He never mentioned a wife or that they were separated.

But he was living with his wife at the time of his death.

He'd gone back to her.

That's how I found out about their marriage.

His wife was ill.

Henry was worried.

He thought he could see her through it.

And then discuss everything frankly and convince her to give him a divorce.

And you went along with it?

No, not at first.

But then he explained why he kept it from me.

He wanted to marry me.

And he was afraid that I'd leave him.

If I knew that he was already married.

So we started seeing each other secretly.

Does she know about you?

And the marriage was over before Henry and I met.

I'm grateful she never knew.

I could never forgive myself the hurt.

Did she agree to the divorce, do you know?

He said so.

She was going to have minor surgery next week, and after she recovered, Henry

and I were going to fly to Vegas.

Something giving you a bad time?

No.

Let's just do it.

Lieutenant Taylor, Barnaby Jones.

Hello, Barnaby.

Heard you at the Warren funeral today.

Guilty. I also heard you followed some woman away.

Still guilty.

So where does this fit in?

When I find out where it all fits in, if I find out, I'll let you know. Right

now, I'm trying to find out why Henry Warren hired me.

His check came in the mail today.

Mind you.

It's just that I don't like anyone coming in here this way.

Honey, you really are uptight.

What you need is to get your mind off things.

Mr. Brandon, what I need is to be left alone.

I don't know if you know it, but the owners of this club run a hotel in

Acapulco.

The penthouse suite's always available to me whenever I want it.

So if you'd like a change of scenery, I can always get a week off.

You're much too generous.

I'll keep the offer open, Jenny.

Don't hold your breath, Mr. Brandon.

Mr. Jones, how did you know where to find me?

You've got a good answering service.

Well, I told you all I know yesterday, really.

Yeah, but there might be some things that you don't consider important. It

be just... Is that a clasico?

Oh, no, the name's inside.

It might be just what I'm looking for.

For instance, that man that came out of your dressing room yesterday?

Mr., uh...

Brandon? He, uh, didn't take it too cool about being turned down.

Henry Brandon.

He makes passes at every girl who works in the club.

Yeah, but he took it kind of sensitive.

Now, if he knew about Henry Warren... He didn't.

No one did.

Henry never even came into the club.

Positive?

The closest anyone ever came to learning about us was when we gave Stan Lambert

a lift home one night. And Henry used another name and hardly said anything,

Stan couldn't possibly know who he was.

Don't be too sure.

Blind men pick up awful fast. Now, Stan got me on shaving lotion and footsteps.

But I'm sure. No.

How long has Stan been blind?

Since he was a boy.

Talk about guts.

No chance of operation.

Oh, he's been up and down the line here and in Europe.

Mayo, Waverly in San Francisco, Rise Camp in Switzerland.

But no luck, no way.

But I would seem to eliminate Stan.

I got an awful funny feeling about Emery Brandon.

Can't you leave it alone?

If you keep asking questions, it might come out about Henry and me.

Why can't you just let the police handle his death?

Ordinarily, I would.

But Henry Warren has made it my problem, too.

He hired me.

I look forward to tonight, Al.

Nice change.

I get to drive home with you.

Much traffic?

No.

Ginny, sometimes it helps to talk about it, you know, get it out.

I think he was somewhere else tonight.

Oh, it was that man who was in yesterday, Barnaby Jones.

Oh? What was he bugging you about?

Well, I, uh... Well, it all started about a year ago.

I met this man, Henry Warren.

He was an executive with a big oil company.

Pretty successful.

Well, out of sight doesn't mean out of mind.

I miss you, honey.

Sure.

Listen, I can pick you up at midnight and we can... Oh.

Well, that's okay.

Maybe tomorrow night.

Okay. Good night, Roxanne, baby.

Roxanne, baby.

I bet she drinks from a bottle.

Well, the only reason Raquel Welch is not in my little black book is because

not making enough money.

When are we going back into business, Stan?

Blackmail is not exactly like robbing a candy store, an occupation with which I

believe you were involved when I found you.

Okay, Stan.

So you talk better than I do. Speak.

Speak better than I do. And you play piano better than I do.

With my eyes closed, dear boy.

But right now, your 750 a week is all that's coming in.

And I'm just a gopher around here.

Stan, I can't live on what you're doling out.

Now, there must be a lot of Henry Warrens in the world.

You know what I'm saying, Stan?

Patience.

I still don't understand why you'd want to kill someone who's bringing in $1

,500 a month.

I killed Henry Warren because he had to be killed.

Stan, please.

Stanley, please.

I told you Warren was bluffing when he said he was getting a divorce and didn't

have to pay anymore. No.

He suspected something. He knew I wasn't blind.

He was even threatening me. He was going to hire a private detective to prove

it.

Oh, I'm afraid our golden goose had to go.

But I think I've got another.

Who?

Where? What have you got on him?

The blind man hears a lot. The blind man sees a lot.

Emery Brandon.

the manager of our cozy club.

Here, try some of that.

What's your occasion?

It's your birthday. Congratulations.

My birthday isn't for another six months.

You found me out. I can't resist a sale at the drugstore.

Here, I checked the message service. Those are the messages.

Ruth Warren.

Last night. Can I please stop by?

When I saw that poor unhappy girl yesterday, I almost decided to send the

back and forget the whole thing.

Almost.

And then I got to wondering what it was that Henry Warren wanted to tell me.

And I thought, just possibly, it might have something to do with his murder.

It could be what Henry wanted to see you about.

Then again, it might be nothing.

Nothing at all.

Well, maybe if you let me judge that.

Well, I was going through Henry's checking account.

And there's been a $1 ,500 cash withdrawal the first of every month.

And no record where it's gone to.

How long has that been going on?

Eight months.

Did you notify the police?

Not yet.

Any particular reason?

Privacy, I guess.

So if it has to do with his murder, follow it and let the police know. But

it's another woman... Drop it.

Right there. I don't want any names, times, places.

I understand.

Well, if you want to get in touch with me again, I'll be here all week. And

after that, you can reach me at the Park Hill Clinic in San Francisco.

Well, I hope to be calling you before then.

How long are you going to take the sun?

Oh, hush!

A lot cooler inside, Gloria. But I like it out here.

And if you have to be back to the club by six... I'll catch.

Yeah?

Hi, Chip.

I want to discuss a little business, Mr. B.

I'm busy right now.

Uh, Mr. B., I have some interesting invoices on a private arrangement you

going with the Continental Meat Company.

Cornwall Liquor?

An ace lemon supply?

Are you still busy?

Well, uh, $1 ,500 sounds reasonable to keep it just between us.

I mean, considering how your employers might take it. To say nothing of

revenue. Now, look, uh, I think we better talk a bit. Talk is cheap.

Let's say you make the first installment tonight in the parking lot at 8.

Bye.

Evening, Mr. Jones.

Couldn't fool you, huh?

Not with that shaving lotion.

Seventh inning, folks.

It's nice to see you're becoming a regular. What's the special attraction?

The atmosphere.

You mean Finney?

It's a little early for her, yep.

Why should I meet her?

Well, you see, we're pretty close.

And she sounds off to me when things get her down.

As a matter of fact, she leveled with me about you.

Oh?

Yeah.

She's the best. I'd hate to see anyone giving her a bad time.

So would I.

That's nice to know.

Well, miss, I didn't mean to startle you, but

could we have a few words before you went in?

What is it?

Well, for a man who carried only credit cards, Henry Warren drew an awful lot of

cash first of every month.

Being close to him, well, you know. Okay, why don't you just lay it on the

Mr. Jones. You think he was keeping me.

We were in love.

He offered friendship, love, and understanding.

Period.

Good

evening.

I'll park for you, Mr. Rannon. I'll leave it. I'm coming right out.

Your friend was here again.

I know. I saw him out back.

Is he still there?

How should I know?

Hey, what time is it?

Eight on the button.

Would you fill in for me?

Oh, sure.

Every time I get one thing figured out, Betty, something comes along to shoot it

down. Like?

Stan Lambert's man, Chip, took what was either a bribe or a payoff from Brandon.

Oh, all right.

I'm dense. What does it mean?

Maybe nothing.

But Chip is at the club.

There's a lot of money.

Ginny's at the club.

She was mixed up with Henry Warren, who had been making some sort of payments to

somebody.

I don't know how it all adds up.

But you're going to run it through your little computer.

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you? This is Mr. Lambert. Is Mr. Jones there?

One moment, please.

It's Dan Lambert.

Hello? Mr.

Jones?

I've got a sort of problem. I was wondering if you could drop around to my

place. Sure. How's 5 o 'clock?

Oh, fine.

The address is 5611 Fountain.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

I wonder what that means.

Don't ask me. Ask the little computer.

Two down here in the fourth inning. The Dodgers leading the Cardinals 8 -1

thanks to an eight -run second inning. They're really, really wide open. Eight

runs on nine hits.

There's a fastball and a high bouncer down to third base. Joe Torre gloves it.

The throw across.

Who's there?

Barbara Jones.

Ah, hello, Mr. Jones. Hello.

Thank you for coming over. Come in.

I would have explained to you over the phone.

Did you see... Well, it is something rather personal.

What's your score?

Oh, it's Dodgers, 8 -1.

Mr.

Jones.

There is this fellow who does things, takes care of me. His name is Chip

Rollins. I was wondering how you got around.

Well, I hear that he has been spending a lot of money lately, much more than he

could afford on what I pay him.

Maybe he's got a rich aunt he hasn't told you about.

No.

No, he's got something going for him.

Mr. Jones, the point is...

We're close friends, at least I thought we were, and he hasn't leveled with me

about this. Any indications?

Eddie, the parking lot attendant.

He said that he saw Chip and Brandon out in the parking lot about the same time

that Ginny and you were there.

Eddie said that he heard Brandon talking about a lot of money that he owed Chip.

Does Eddie work for you, too?

Oh, no, I tip him pretty good.

Mr. Jones, the point is that...

Well, if Chip is doing something shady with the outfit I work for, it hits me.

My job, maybe. Now, it's important to me, Mr. Jones, and I was wondering if

could tell me anything that you saw that, well, I should know.

Well, they left together?

Oh, no, no, no, no. I mean, what exactly did you see?

He took Brandon's car, that's all.

That's all?

Oh. Oh, well.

Oh, look, maybe I'm wrong.

Mr. Jones, I would like to pay you for your time.

Oh, that's all right. Just play me a couple of requests next time I come in.

Anytime.

Hi. Picked up your stuff at the cleaners, but I'm sorry. I didn't

had company.

Oh, that's all right.

I'd like you to meet Barnaby Jones.

Howdy.

Pleased to meet you.

Chip, what were you doing in the parking lot last night around 8 o 'clock with

Brandon?

I'd better be on my way, Mr. Lambert. Oh, no, no, wait, please. Wait a minute.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't you lie to me. You were seen.

Okay, I had a little action going with him, a few baseball bets.

Big bets?

Okay, they were big bets. He gave me odds and he lost.

You listen to me.

You take one cent from anyone I work for, from here on in, and you are

Do you understand?

All right.

I didn't know such a big deal.

I have a working relationship to protect, and I will not have you

it.

Okay.

Okay.

Mr.

Jones, I'm sorry for losing my temper like that, but...

Well, I did want you here in case he denied it. Sure.

I'll find my way out.

Of course I remember his face.

I'll probably never forget it now.

He look anything like that?

Oh, no, no. I told the police.

He was sort of a medium height, a medium build, and his hair was... Yeah, I

know. Medium.

Thank you very much, Mr. Kramer.

I thought you'd like to know about the money.

It didn't go to a woman.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Jones.

That'll make my crisis that much easier.

Crisis? Oh, I know I'm over -dramatizing.

I'm having a cataract removed from my eye.

The doctor said there's nothing difficult about it at all.

It's just that, well, anything to do with your eyes, you know.

That's that clinic.

The one in San Francisco?

Yes.

It's the best, and I'll have Dr. Waverly.

He's one of the finest surgeons in the country.

Henry found out about him.

Did Mr.

Warren ever go up there with you?

Oh, yes. He investigated the place thoroughly. The clinic, the entire

He was like that, you know.

Very precise.

Well, good luck now.

And I'll keep trying to find out where the money went.

In San Francisco, person to person to Dr. Waverly at the... Park Hill Clinic.

Park Hill? Yeah, and find out what Stan Lambert usually does after hours.

I've heard him talk a lot about digging country music.

Anyhow, musicians don't usually go to bed till the sun comes up.

I wonder if it's the same for blind musicians.

I wonder if he's blind.

What? And Betty, keep tonight open. I may need you later.

Oh, sure. By the way... The San Francisco call?

Yes, sir.

Find your own business, Betty Jones.

Don't let me down now, partner.

Are you ready?

Go ahead.

What's that for?

Sound gives them the distance and the direction, dummy.

Again.

Wow.

Hey, that was about ten degrees too high.

Very nice.

Thanks. Mr. Jones, what a surprise.

Well, best country music in town.

Hey, that exhibition here, is that very good?

Oh, I just got lucky.

I used to be pretty fair at darts myself.

Oh, yeah?

Will you give me three to one odds and I'll take Stan?

Fifteen dollars to five?

You got a bet?

You go first, Mr. Jones.

25 points.

75.

125.

125. Wow, Mr. Jones, that's good.

Ah, thanks.

Thank you.

Mr. Jones.

Could you tap the board between throws?

Surely.

75 points. Nice going.

Okay, Stan.

One more like the first one.

75, come on now.

What happened?

Will someone tell me what happened?

He almost got him.

Mr. Jones?

Mr. Jones!

Yeah?

I'm sorry. I never should have agreed to this. I am sorry.

Forget it. Accidents will happen.

Is there anything, anything I can do to make up for it? Yeah, just forget it.

See, you've been around country music a while. Are you really a longtime fan?

Oh, the longest.

You remember country Dan Jocelyn?

Well, how did you know about him?

I mean, I haven't heard a Jocelyn Platter since I played Nashville. Now,

you come up with that one?

Oh, somebody laid a record on me the other day, an old one, 78.

How'd you like to come by my place and hear it on your way home?

I'd love to.

If you don't mind, I'll wait in the car.

I hate country music.

No need.

I'll take Mr. Lambert home.

Well, great. I've had this place.

Let's go.

I'll set you right down here in this soft sofa.

Oh, sorry.

It's okay.

Whoa, that's very comfortable.

Well, it's not much, but it's cozy.

And my photograph, it isn't exactly as good as an elaborate setup of yours, but

the record should be right.

The housekeeper must have moved it.

Oh, take your time. There's no sweat.

Oh, here it is.

I'd like to even the score for the dart you threw.

So you know. Sit down.

How'd you find out?

What difference does it make?

I want to know.

I put a few things together. For instance, that shaving lotion that you

by.

I had another one on last time I was in the club. And then there was your

television set in your apartment. It was warm when I leaned against it.

Blind man doesn't normally look at television.

Uh, that's no proof.

What made you close in tonight?

Same reason Henry Warren got suspicious.

Dr. Waverly and his Park Hill Clinic.

Ruth Warren put me onto that. Her husband only knew that he had operated

musician from Los Angeles.

I guess he wanted to prove that you really could see. I made one call and

out that Dr. Waverly had operated on you two years ago in Switzerland.

Stan, when a man regains his sight, it's an occasion for celebration, a time for

shouting hosannas and offering thanks.

How come you just pretended that nothing happened?

The greatest mistake I ever made was having that operation.

When you've been a blind musician all your life, well, you are something

special.

A commodity.

They can always get work.

Someone always wants to book an attraction like that.

Maybe, but the important thing is your hands.

Well, I have no illusions about my talent.

I am adequate.

That's all.

See, with my sight, I would just...

Be another club date musician standing in line scratching for work with the

rest.

So, I led two lives.

The public one and the private one.

And your private life paid off too well to stop.

Who would suspect a blind man what he sees, but he saw and remembered and

blackmailed? And made a small fortune.

It is too bad for you that you and I are the only two who know.

That is where it stops.

Not quite.

I'll take that. Mr.

Lambert, that gun isn't loaded.

This one is.

Oh, no, please sit down.

Gloria said you wanted to say goodbye.

You knew a company was going to work out okay?

Well, maybe Stan was better, but I doubt if this one steals, blackmails, bribes,

and murders. It's something.

You're something, too.

Thanks.

I should hang in there, huh?

It's very clear, our love is here to

stay.

Not for a year,

but ever.

fancies and in time may go