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Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, with guest stars Gilbert Rowland,

Cal Bellini, Joe Santos.

Tonight's episode, Rendezvous with Terror.

You better change your mind and come to the game with me, Betty.

I heard you're going to be a daddy.

I'd love to, but I can't. I've got all this paperwork.

When that's finished, I've got to find a birthday present.

That's something that ought to be outlawed. Nobody should be allowed to

anyone that they're a year older.

Just happy over 21, right?

I'd settle for happy over 39.

Don't work too late.

I won't. Enjoy the game.

Do not turn around, Mr. Jones. Do as you're told, and you won't be harmed.

Keep your hands down at your sides at all times.

When we reach the lobby, turn and walk to the front of the building.

Well, I'll run smack into a wall with these blinders on. We'll guide you.

a couple tickets for the game tonight are just going to go to waste.

You fellas wouldn't want to go, would you?

Hardly of any importance.

Bet there are a few local fans who would disagree with you on that.

You're beginning to feel sorry for horses that have to wear blinders.

They're for your protection, Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones, forgive me for having caused you any discomfort, but

I hope you have been treated with respect.

But I've seen a condemned man being given the red carpet treatment, too.

I understand.

I will explain to you very shortly.

Take him to the office.

Please leave us alone.

Mr. Jones, you were recommended to me by someone I have complete faith in.

I would like to hire your services.

Well, that's my business, dealing in services, but I'd rather be here under

own free will and without these blinders. Please.

You would recognize me instantly.

My anonymity must be maintained.

The lives of certain people depend on that.

I assure you, Mr. Jones, that the service you will perform for me is most

honorable.

Ordinarily, under these conditions, I would give you a very short answer

up to no.

But let's just say that you've got me sufficiently intrigued to listen.

I want you to locate somebody for me.

I want you to find a man for me.

I have considerable work to do at the house. I'll take some of the men with

I would be no more than a few minutes with Mr. Jones.

I prefer you remain and see him safely back to his office.

The man's name is, uh, Graves.

John Graves.

I'm sure he's, uh, around the Los Angeles area.

I will contact you in a few days to get your report.

Well, now, hold on.

As a matter of policy, I never start a search for anyone unless I know why they

want it and who wants them.

I understand.

But I mean no harm to this young man.

All I can tell you is that he is my son.

And if it became known that I searched for my son...

His life would be in jeopardy.

I don't even want him to know anything about...

Take him out of here.

How could they have known that I would be here tonight?

Javier has good intelligence?

Perhaps.

Or there's an informer amongst us. I cannot believe that.

Besides, I warned you coming here would be risky.

You think there is no point in arranging talks with this Javier?

Nothing but blood will satisfy Javier.

He's a fanatic to the core.

I see.

Let us return to the house.

Your weapon minus the bullets.

The door is open, Mr. Jones. Step out.

Wait for us to leave before taking off your glasses.

You mean I'm going to get to keep these as a memento?

It's a very serious business with us, Mr. Jones.

I won't dispute that.

Kidnapping, shooting, possibly murder, that's all serious business.

Some bad luck.

Carlo got hurt.

All right.

Whose idea was this?

De Varga just had more men... I didn't ask you how many men he had!

I want to know who gave the orders to make this attempt on the Varga.

I did, Javier.

The opportunity presented itself.

And you blew it.

You also blew any last chance to have him listen to reason.

We had information that says reason is the furthest thing from his mind. Come

inside, we'll discuss it.

How bad is he?

The bullet is out.

I don't expect any complications.

Sorry.

Who leads here, Balazar?

There was no time to confer with you. We got word that Varga would be at

Silver's winery tonight meeting with a man. But why the haste? Why use my men

like common thugs?

Because time now is all important.

Nevada has put a price on your head. Hired a private detective to locate your

whereabouts. He wants you dead.

He needs you dead.

You don't have to guess any longer why he's in this country, in this particular

city.

Do you know what your head is worth?

$100 ,000.

How did you hear this?

I have a well -placed friend that keeps me accurately informed.

Javier, we had planned to fight this man in the hills

of our country, killing only when necessary in the fields of battle.

Well, the battle is here now, and the bugger has chosen the time and place. We

have no alternative but to meet him head on.

How did he learn we have headquarters here?

The fact remains he did.

And just as we need the name of the vaga obliterated from our country's history,

so he needs your name only as a faint memory, not as a battle cry.

Javier, there are thousands of men ready to follow you.

This detective, his name is Barnaby Jones.

And what would be your advice regarding him?

Javier, leave it in my hands. If this man is anything more than a nuisance, we

will dispose of him.

Drive a little faster, Betty.

But not over the speed limit. They were very careful about that.

It's one minute to twelve.

If we've been in six blocks of the place, we ought to hear the chimes.

Barnaby, why don't you leave it up to the man to contact you?

And if he doesn't, then you can just drop the case.

Because thinking back, I really did accept this job in principle.

At least I didn't tell him no.

You know, Betty, even though I couldn't see him, it was very strange. I felt

comfortable with him, as if he was...

An honest man in deep trouble.

Listen.

Just ahead, the university campus.

Within four, five minutes, closer to five, left turn should be a one -way

street.

From here to the railroad tracks, no turns were made.

Once across, sharp left.

We've got to be within a mile of that plant.

Motel Road to the south.

East and west streets are too narrow.

Try a right turn up ahead.

Cross any cobblestones, we start circling.

Good morning.

Good morning.

May I help you? Well, yes, maybe you could, Mr... Garcia.

Mr. Garcia.

I'm Bobby Jones, a private investigator. I'd like to ask the manager a few

questions. I am the manager.

Oh. Well, uh, what time do you close in the evening?

Generally at 5 o 'clock.

And last night?

at that time. May I ask the purpose of your questions?

Well, there was some sort of a disturbance reported in this area last

Say, that claret smells good.

You wouldn't have a bottle of Cabernet 36 or Zinfandel lying around. I'm afraid

not. Mr. Jones.

Yes, they are getting scared.

Was this disturbance reported to you?

No,

the winery was locked.

We found nothing disturbed this morning when we opened.

You have a night watchman?

Not always.

Mr. Jones, I am very busy.

Yeah, so am I.

Mr. Jones, we prefer not to have people walking while the plant is operating.

Yeah, I can understand that. Is that a bullet hole?

Well, it's an old building. Who knows what may have taken place here years

True. I think I'll go out that way. Thanks for your time.

He was inside before I knew it. You had to give him a tour of the place.

I couldn't help it.

He asked about a disturbance here last night. I think he knows he was brought

here. Which is obvious.

He can't prove anything.

He knows enough.

And that's too much.

Finally, please.

I'll be all right. See you at night.

Okay, Jerry.

This is a private road, sir. I know it's a private road, son. Now, you just

better get on that phone in there and call whoever's in charge and tell them

unless they want it to become a very un -private road with the police, they

better talk to me right away.

My name's Barnaby Jones.

Have a duplicate forwarded to the Paris Embassy for their information.

That man you hired, Jones, he appeared at the plant this morning.

It seems he deserves his glowing references as a detective.

Did you talk to him?

Garcia did.

Yeah.

You should have called his office and told him to keep the money, that his

services were no longer needed.

Have Mr. Jones escorted up here, please.

Mr.

Jones, your instructions were to find John Revis, that I would contact you.

Yes, I know, Mr. DeVarga.

But just as you had my references checked before you hired me, it's my

to check the references of all my clients.

I owe you an apology.

But, Mr. Jones, it was imperative to me that my visit to this country not be

common knowledge.

Although...

Last night, that little episode proved that knowledge is more common than I

desired.

I have two reasons for being in this country.

One of them is to learn the whereabouts of my son, John Revis, as I told you.

The other is medical.

That knowledge that my health is not what it should be could create unrest.

In my country, I spent 20 years with some very brave men

to topple one of the most cruel dictatorships ever to appear in South

Any signs of instability in my leadership may well signal the return to

conflict. Simple little phone call to me could have set up a meeting without all

the fold rule.

Again, I ask your forgiveness.

But so much was at stake, and so much is at stake, that I remained

incognito. A shooting last night.

A revolutionary faction led by a man named Javier.

He obviously knows that I'm here in this country, but what he does not know is

that... I searched for my son. That he must never learn.

John Revis.

Yes.

Mr. Jones, I'm going to be very frank with you.

I have a terminal illness.

I have about a year or two to live at the most.

Mr. Jones, my country has stability because the name of the Varga is at its

head.

If the name is carried on, there is a very good chance that stability will

on. Wine?

No, thank you.

Why isn't your son's name De Varga?

Ravage was the name taken by his mother when we separated 20 years ago.

20 years?

Yes.

She refused to go with me when I returned to my country to lead the

In changing her name, her moving away, she prevented my son from ever learning

who his father was.

The fact that he is a devaga.

I see. Mr.

Jones, I could not personally conduct a search for my son without calling

attention to the fact that I have a wife and a son in this country.

Their lives would be in jeopardy.

This was taken over 20 years ago.

I recently heard that she was seen here in Los Angeles.

Such a beautiful woman.

Beautiful in every way.

You scare in your search, Mr. Jones.

Mrs. Revis?

I'm Barnaby Jones. Could I speak to you a moment?

What about?

Juan De Varga.

He feels it's most urgent.

He wants to see his son.

He hired me to find him.

After 20 years?

Mr. Jones, I don't find that request at all touching. I appreciate your

feelings.

Your husband feels those years also.

But he dedicated that time to the people of his country.

Mrs. Revis.

Your son is 25 years old.

Shouldn't he be the one who decides whether he sees his father?

After 20 years?

Why why would he?

There could be only one reason The old lion

is dying isn't he?

He learned he has a year maybe two at best

Had such strength.

Yes.

Perhaps you're right.

The boy should make his own decision.

Should I talk to him?

I don't know where he is at the present time. He travels a great deal. He's been

very restless since he graduated law school.

Telephones, sometimes he visits.

Do you know of any of his close friends who might know where he is?

He seldom talks to me about...

He once brought a girl here to dinner, Angela.

In talking to her, she told me that she worked at the Belu Fabric Shop. It's on

the boulevard south of here.

Is there anything you'd like me to tell your husband?

Just that I wish him well.

You must be Angela.

You certainly answered the description.

Why, thank you.

What can I do for you?

My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator, estates, insurance work.

It seems there's a John Revis who is having a sort of an inheritance problem.

I know this all sounds very vague, but I'd like to talk to him.

What have I got to do with this John Revis?

His mother referred me to you, said you might be able to help me find him.

I understand he moves around a lot.

Yes, he does.

Any idea at all of where he is?

Well, I might be able to find him in one place. If you wait, I can phone.

Sure.

Darling, there's a private investigator named Jones here.

Ask him for John Revis.

You mean right now?

All right, I'll get him there.

He's at a friend's.

He asked if we could join him for lunch.

Fine. That is, if the lunch is on me.

That's very kind of you, but you'll probably have a fight on your hands if I

know John

There's

the dining room walk the back entrance

Eat that, though.

What do we do? Send out for the lunches?

You'll find that I'm not a man to joke with, Mr. Jones.

Doesn't that prove a disadvantage in everyday living?

You will tell me here and now why the bugger hired you.

Mr. Jones, let me handle this. You need not be involved, Javier.

Javier?

You search for a man named John Reves.

Why?

What business is that of yours?

I'm John Revis.

You're John Revis?

And you're also a Javier?

One and the same?

That's right.

You're surprised?

Mind -boggling.

What do you say to a meeting with Varga?

You could get together and talk out your differences.

De Varga wanted you to locate me so we could talk.

It's about what it amounts to.

All right.

Then let him come here.

Don't think it'd be practical.

What about some neutral place, the San Felipe Mission?

I could set it up so that you and De Varga could have a nice, quiet meeting

there.

Were you about to say something else? How's that suit you?

Face -to -face, meeting at the mission.

I can't believe he's sincere.

He is.

I can set it up in an hour.

Okay.

Return his weapon. What is it? Return it.

One hour? One hour.

Explain what you are doing.

Meeting with De Varga on the San Felipe mission.

For what purposes?

Talk.

I forbid any such meeting.

You forbid?

I will accept no compromises.

Well, maybe De Varga has become afraid. Maybe he sees it inevitable.

He must step down.

The man is a compulsive liar. He does not know what the truth is.

Well, then, of course, I'll know there can't be any compromises.

Yes, yes, and learning that.

Why?

Why would he want to talk?

It must be some kind of a trap.

He does not know what you look like, neither does his men.

Once they learn that, your life is forfeited.

Is the man so devious, so crude?

He's corrupted by power.

It's simple as that.

Not only will your life be at stake, but all those that follow you.

You'll be alone with him.

In one precious moment, you can determine the fate of

our whole country.

They'd search me for a weapon before the meeting. Once we learn where in the

mission the meeting is at,

We'll have a gun hidden there.

Don't even listen to him. No.

I will hear him out.

That much I promise.

I want you to listen very carefully.

And if Javier doesn't act, all right, then we must go beyond that.

Then both of them must go.

Mr. Jones?

I had something to tell you. I thought I'd better do it in person.

Alonzo.

I've set up a meeting between you and Javier at the San Felipe mission.

Mr. Jones, you were hired to find my son, John Revis,

not to get yourself involved in political affairs.

I found John Revis.

Your son is also known as Javier.

I didn't tell him anything excepting that Juan de Varga wanted to talk to

Not even your wife knew of his activities.

Incredible.

Unbelievable.

Tell me, Mr.

Jones.

What kind of a man is he?

Is my son an intelligent man or just a hothead fanatic?

Well, I don't like to make a judgment after only a few minutes with a man.

That will be up to me to find out.

But is Juan de Varga talking to Javier?

Not as a father talking to a son.

It makes me kind of nervous.

The man you'll be talking to sees...

Your death is the best thing that could happen.

Wouldn't it be safer to tell him he's your son right off?

No, Mr. Jones.

I would have to find out what kind of a man he really is.

That is very important to me.

You wait here, Garcia.

Javier has been searched.

He's not armed.

Wait for you in the courtyard beyond.

Is there another door to here?

There's a gate out in the rear court, guys, but it's bolted from the inside.

Mr. Bellazar, anywhere about?

No, sir.

So, you are Javier.

I must say, you do not look like much.

But you do.

Which proves, doesn't it, appearances are deceiving.

I have heard that you are a lawyer.

Lawyers deal in logic, do they not? Don't waste my time with riddles, huh?

Oh, I forgot.

Your time is very precious.

24 hours a day devoted to intrigue. You talk of intrigue.

How many of my men do you have rotting in your prisons?

As many as deserve it. In civilized countries, terrorizing people is not

permitted. Making speeches in a plaza is terrorizing.

Making speeches to draw the crowds?

So that the bombs could be more effective?

Yes. That was not our doing.

Perhaps you are not aware of all the tactics your men are using.

The bombs could have been planted by your orders to discredit us.

Javier, you are beginning to bore me. Is this your idea of a talk?

Insults?

Tell me, John. Don't call me by my familiar name.

Sorry.

It came out naturally.

Javier.

How would you handle it?

Let us assume that I was so feeble -minded as to appoint you a...

to a ministry post and tell our people they should support you should I leave

office.

How would you handle the affairs of state?

Everything you've neglected.

A network of roads, of factories. The number of schools should be doubled.

Where's all the money for this?

What magic wand would you use?

Force the people to contribute their labor. Force every man and every woman

work.

Force the people against their will?

These people are... Peasants, 50 years behind the times. What they need are

orders, not requests.

Javier, I am their leader.

I am their servant.

I suggest that I obey their wishes.

They are a little slower, but that is their way.

That is the democratic process.

Yes, they are only peasants, and so was I once.

But even a peasant must feel that he is a man of importance, that he has a

voice in his own destiny.

Freedom cannot be qualified.

It cannot be spooned out or rationed like

you would ration anything.

The fool's answer to logic.

An answer to total deception.

You would be a leader, Javier, and not know when a man lies?

Have you not learned how to read the truth in a man's face?

Is there no doubt in your mind that I am anything else but the man you see and

listen to?

I see a slight doubt there.

A doubt from the very minute we stood here face to face.

Do you agree?

Javier, there's something important I want to say to you.

Come with me to the car.

Why would you want to protect me Is

that strange

Changed so little.

And you have changed much.

John, I think I'll say goodbye here.

They're having an important talk.

Yes, but she won't come with us.

The hurt is too deep.

Mr. Jones, it was a great pleasure meeting you. Well, I don't know if I

call it pleasure, but it was an experience.

You know, you seem to make a lot of snap judgments, and your batting average is

not too high.

What do you mean?

You've underestimated your father again.