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Barnaby Jones, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Meriwether, with guest stars Monty Markham,

Catherine Justice, Lyndon

Childs.

Tonight's episode, Doomed Alibi.

Anyway, there it was. It was pitch black.

The fellow was way up at the top of the tree. Couldn't even see his hair out of

his face. All of a sudden, the limb let go, and there it is. Hit the ground,

flat like a rock.

Then all the dogs jumped on him, except old Lou.

George. And then old Lou jumped on him. Isn't that Vince Barrett? I think it is.

Oh, Henry. Hey, this is fantastic.

There you go, girls. Dig in. Come on, just dig in. Dig in.

Oh, Henry, that's just what the man ordered.

George, do you think he'd take a picture with us? Oh, now, Irma, let's not

bother. Oh, come on, George.

That's the first movie star I've ever seen.

Come on, George.

Just keep all the wine and the food flowing, Henry. As the man said, we pass

this wave at once.

Mr. Barrett? Yes. Mr. Barrett? Mr.

Barrett? George Anderson.

Duluth, Minnesota.

Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Anderson. Henry, would you pour some

champagne for the ladies?

Oh, this here's my wife, Irma. Miss Anderson, my pleasure.

Oh, George and I never missed one of your television shows.

Well, thank you. Comanche Sun, Flaming Desert, Slinging Lead.

Well, you folks are mighty kind, but you sure are going back a few years. I've

been out of the show business for some time now, and I'm just an ordinary

businessman today. Oh, not in our eyes, Mr. Barrett.

You're still one of our favorite Western stars.

Well, thank you, Miss Anderson. Mr. Barrett, any chance of you taking a

with me and the wife?

Best chance in the world, Mr. Anderson. It'd be my pleasure.

Rita, it is Rita, honey. Grab that old camera and just snap a picture of me and

these fine folks. Oh, Mr.

Barrett, thank you so much. No, no, it's my pleasure. Do it all the time. Love

it, love it. Oh, I'm so thrilled.

You ready?

Okay. Okay.

Well, that's him.

Pretty free with that pencil, isn't it?

Why not?

It's my signature, not his.

What did you say his name is again?

Hatfield. Rick Hatfield.

Local disc jockey. Some little burg up in the San Joaquin Valley.

Santa Carlita, I believe.

You want me to call the police?

No.

No. He's already done that three times. I think we should call the police.

No, not just yet.

Shirley. There he is, sweetheart.

I suppose you find out just how good an impersonation that fella does of me.

Vince, I don't like doing this sort of thing. Honey, he's the reason I settled

you in here. Just be nice.

Just how nice am I supposed to be to him? Nice enough to find out what I want

know.

Go on.

There you go.

Oh, you need some more, Miss Anderson, huh?

She's a devil, I tell you. Oh, Minnesota girl.

Well, well, well.

Aren't you Vince Barrett, the motion picture and TV star?

Yes, ma 'am, but if that don't please you, I'll be glad to change myself into

Snow White and Seven Dwarfs.

Yes, sir.

He might just come in real handy.

Good evening, Ted.

Well, it wasn't till now.

Where's your house, man?

I gave him the night off. What is it, Barrett?

I thought I made it clear. We have nothing further to talk about. Ah, Ted,

listen to me, will you? Just give me ten minutes.

I'll do better than that.

I'm going to speak to it. You've got twenty years.

Ah, Ted.

You've stolen from me long enough.

I'm having the company's books audited, and when they're finished, so are you.

Now, if you don't mind.

Ted!

Now, come on, Ted. You've got to listen to reason.

I got into some bad investments. I just, I got in over my head.

You're not only a lousy crook, you're a rotten businessman as well.

Damn it, man, I'm your partner.

Ex -partner when the audit's done.

And you're also an ex -cowboy star.

Maybe with a little time off for good behavior, in ten years you'll be an ex

-con. You can't do that.

You just watch me.

If I were you, I'd get a good lawyer and fast.

Mr. Jones, I'm sorry I'm late.

That's all right. You must be Chris.

Great view you have here.

Oh, yeah.

My father used to love this place. He spent as much time down here as he

Nobody can fault him for that.

Say, you mind taking a walk on the beach while we're talking?

Not if you don't mind getting a little sand in your shoes.

Not at all.

Relaxing. Sound of the surf, pounding on the beach.

I guess, uh, make it difficult to be heard if you're out there yelling for

You mean that's why none of the neighbors heard my father call for help?

wrong, Mr. Jones. There was none.

According to the police report... Hang the police report, Mr. Jones.

My father's death was no accident. He was an excellent swimmer. And more

importantly, he had a very hard, fast rule about anybody swimming alone, even

himself.

Rules are made to be broken, Chris.

Years ago was brother David ground while swimming alone.

Dad never got over that. Did you?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Did your father have lost this? I found it up on the deck.

Turquoise, isn't it? I think so.

More like something Vince Barrett would wear.

Vince Barrett?

Cowboy actor?

Yeah, he was a partner of Dad's in a land development deal. He was down here

couple of times on business.

These floodlights.

They work on a timer?

Yeah, that was another one of Dad's safety precautions.

They come on at sundown every day.

Now, I understand that the beach lights were off when your father's houseman

came home.

He didn't find his body till he turned the beach lights on.

Which would mean that my father would have had to have turned those lights out

and then gone into the surf alone.

Now, surely you can't believe that, Joe.

Well, I don't know what I believe yet.

But I just can't leave a question like that in the dark.

And that about wraps up KBEX's late morning news.

Now back to the Rick Hatfield Show and some oldies of yesteryear.

As the old duke says, no song like an old song, pilgrim.

Hey, Marty, let me borrow your glasses, will you?

I need him to read these commercials.

Then you shouldn't have left your glasses down in L .A. Come on, David.

seen that girl. You wouldn't blame me if I'd forgotten my shoes.

Shoes? I'll loan you my glasses. I need.

Am I to understand? You would deprive a man of his sight just because the beauty

of a young lady led him to mislead his glasses. You forget. I checked your

action. The chicks you take out, you're better off without glasses. Not this

one, Marty.

Sensational figure, low, sexy voice, and a face that would make Da Vinci wig

out. Yeah, sounds like you're the one wigged out.

Leg down, turned on, and torn up. Well, I suggest you gather yourself together.

That record ends in five seconds.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. What we said.

Show me a man who likes an old song, and I'll show you an old man. Yes, yes.

And if you'd like to see an old man who'd like to see you, get yourself down

Crazy Ed Hayes. He's got so many recreational vehicles on that lot of

Hi, I'm Barnaby Jones. Oh, Mr. Jones, come on in. I'm Ben Russell, defense

barrack attorney.

Thank you.

Ben? This is Barnaby Jones, a private investigator who called.

Ah, detective.

You're one of them fellas that herded me and Wyatt and Bat and the rest of them

right on off the tube.

Well, I wish my work were as easy as television shows make it look.

Well, sit down, Mr. Jones, and tell us how we can help lighten the load for

Thank you.

Chris Mason asked me to look into the death of his father.

I thought you might be able to help me.

Poor Ted.

I not only lost a good partner, Mr. Jones, I lost a dear friend.

I'm glad to do whatever I can.

Did Mr. Mason have any setbacks recently? Any emotional upset?

Ted Mason take his own life?

You're barking up the wrong tree, Mr. Jones.

There's always a possibility that Ted might have committed suicide.

Suicide? Ted wasn't that kind of man.

Yeah, that's the way his son feels.

Did he have any enemies?

What man doesn't have a few, but none who'd do him in.

Now, Mr. Jones, on the face of it, I'm afraid I'd have to agree with the

It had to be an accident.

Well, it's not the first time I wind up chasing my shadow around the rain

barrel.

I found this on the Mason house, and Chris thought it might belong to you.

I'll say it does.

It came out of my hat band.

Probably lost it on Saturday night?

No, it's been two weeks or more. I've been turning this place upside down

looking for it.

And you weren't out at the Mason house over the weekend?

No, I spent the weekend at the Parker's Hotel up in Los Angeles.

I do appreciate your finding this stone for me.

As Max said, I couldn't replace it.

Any more questions, Mr. Jones?

No, I don't think so. Now, if I do have any, I'll give you a call. Thank you. My

pleasure.

I don't like it, not one bit.

Don't get yourself worked up.

The night Ted Mason died, you were at the Parkhurst Hotel.

Mm -hmm.

And suppose Jones finds that fellow who was really there.

I think maybe it's time I paid a call on our disc jockey friend.

As your attorney, if I explain to him we're going to press charges, I think

maybe he might be persuaded to cooperate.

Man should always consult with his lawyer first.

Saves a lot of wear and tear in the long run.

Hello.

Shirley? Guess who?

Well, Vince Barrett of all people.

Hatfield, what do I do?

Blame along.

How did you get this number?

From your answering service.

Celebrities do have privileges, you know.

Well, it's awfully sweet of you to call, Vince.

That's, uh...

Although if you're at notice, I know, but... Well, I sure would like to see

again.

He wants to see me again.

I told you he'd be a problem.

Tonight?

Tell him you'd like nothing better.

I'd love to, Vince.

What do you think? He's got the phone number here. What happens if he connects

you to Shirley? That could be real trouble. Ben, we got the company now.

an awful lot at stake. I know that.

Can you handle him?

Looks like I'll have to, doesn't it?

Permanently.

You have to understand, Mr. Jones, we get a lot of celebrities here with all

fans and groupies hanging around.

Privacy is the watchword of our establishment.

Yeah, with me too.

I'm a private investigator.

Well, we sure get a lot of fellows like you too.

Bad for business.

Maybe I can help you with the overhead.

Vince Barrett, Saturday night.

Spent the entire evening in his suite, private party, left to wake up, call at

the desk at 1 .30. Now, hold on. That blew by so fast, I just got the breeze.

Let's see.

There were the Andersons, a middle -aged couple that Barrett picked up by the

pool, and a sharp -looking chick, Shirley. I didn't get the last name.

You still in the hotel?

The Andersons made reservations at Valhalla in Apple Valley. I didn't about

chick.

Or the guy who left the glasses.

Glasses? Housekeeper found a pair of men's glasses in the room after Barrett

checked out.

They didn't belong to Mr. Anderson. I called Barrett's office. His secretary

said he didn't wear glasses. Interesting.

Now, hold on just a minute. Don't tell me. Let me guess.

You are in charge of the lost and found department and the glasses are in your

possession. You've got it.

If private eyes are bad for business, I'll bet you never see a recession.

If that fellow who painted the Mona Lisa could see you right now, he'd have to

tear it up and start from scratch.

You could turn a girl's head, Mr. Barrett. Oh, Ben, Johnny, same as

We Barretts don't stand on ceremony.

Well, it looks like you came prepared for one.

Flowers for now, a little champagne for later.

My daddy always said if you can't win a lady's heart between those two, you

don't deserve the family name.

Do you mind if we use up a little bit of your sparkling water?

No. My mama used to say, give cut flowers a taste of the bubbling.

Keeps her color fresh and bright for a long, long time.

Sounds like you have plans.

All completely honorable, ma 'am.

I assure you.

Code of the West.

Does the Code of the West include a stake?

I'm starved.

Where are we going?

Well, now, that does present a bit of a problem.

Much as I want to show you off to the world, I want to keep you all to myself,

too.

I know just the place.

Ferguson's at the beach. It's small.

Quiet and dark enough that no one can tell the famous Vince Barrett from

Mouse. Oh, I like your thinking, gal.

I like your thinking.

No, sir, Mr. Jones, we wouldn't forget these glasses, would we, Irma? Oh, dear

me, no.

That was the most exciting evening of our whole vacation.

The dinner you had with Mr. Barrett? I can't wait to tell my bridge club that

had dinner with a real movie star.

And by the time her bridge club gets through with it, it won't be just a

Irma will have had a screen test, and I'll have had an affair with some young

Hollywood starlet.

George!

Who else was at the dinner?

Oh, just the most precious young lady.

Mr. Barrett met her by the pool, and I think she was quite taken with him.

You know, I'm certain that we have a snapshot of her here somewhere.

Let me look.

And who did wear the glasses?

Oh, Vince.

Mr. Barrett, of course. But only when he signed the check.

Well, I understood Mr. Barrett didn't wear glasses.

Well, being a Hollywood movie star and all, a fellow's got to keep up his

You don't exactly picture a Western gunfighter wearing a pair of specs now,

you? Here we are.

Shirley and Vince make a handsome couple, don't you think?

Shirley.

You didn't have to catch her last name.

Uh, gee, I don't remember.

Do you, Irma?

No, but then it was very informal.

Like we were all very old friends.

Uh, this picture of you with Mr. Baird...

The pool.

That was taken before dinner.

Right after we met.

Like Irma says, we were together from then right on through the whole evening.

Mind if I borrow this?

What do you want a picture of us for?

I promised to return it, and along with it, I promised to give you an

enlargement.

Eight by ten?

You can depend on it.

That's very nice, George.

All right. Thank you very much. You enjoy your vacation, and I'll get this

to you tomorrow.

Bye -bye. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

You know something, Irma?

He didn't even say what he wanted the picture for.

Yes, isn't it?

Doesn't hold a candle to you.

Careful.

Flattery has taken a lot of men further than they wanted to go.

That's true.

To me, you're just about the prettiest thing I ever laid eyes on.

The way you talk, the way you move.

Oh, the truth is, I was kind of surprised when you took me up on my

out tonight.

Well, that doesn't sound like the Vince Barrett I know.

Well, I suppose I wasn't Vince Barrett.

Not rich and famous, but just an ordinary guy.

How'd you feel about me then?

How would you feel about me if I weren't as pretty as you say?

Now that I know you, I feel exactly the same way.

Truly. Don't say any more.

That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.

How about we take a walk?

Yeah, okay.

I think I should have worn my saw.

Oh, here, take this. No, no, no. I've got my bag in the car. Well, I'll get it

for you. No, no, no, no, no. Don't be silly. I'll get it. It's only taking a

second. Okay.

Shirley.

Oh, am I ever glad to see you.

I've been waiting out there on that stairwell all night.

It's shot.

No, no, it's okay.

It's okay, I think. No, it's all right. I'm okay.

Take off your jacket.

Man, I waited, and I waited. When you didn't come back, I was afraid they'd

gotten you too.

Oh, I...

Panicked when I heard the gunfire.

I was afraid to come back to the apartment, so I spent the night with a

girlfriend.

You didn't call the police?

I started to, but I guess I'm a coward.

I was afraid to get involved.

Did you call them?

No, I couldn't.

Even after someone tried to kill you?

There's a reason I can't go to the police.

I'm a fake, Shirley. I'm a complete phony.

I don't understand.

I'm not Vince Barrett.

I... I've never even met the man.

What?

I just look like him and I do a very good impression of Barrett.

Then who are you?

Rick Hatfield, my boy.

Small town disc jockey from Santa Colita.

Closest I've ever been to a movie is to buy a ticket.

So then this whole thing was just a game.

Was.

Till I met you.

I tried to tell you last night, but...

Why do you think someone tried to kill you?

Well, it wasn't me they were after.

They thought I was Barrett.

Don't you see? That's... That's why I have to do something. I mean...

When they find out Barrett's still alive, they'll... They

might try again.

Barrett has to be warned.

Um, I'll take it in the bedroom. Why don't you try to get some rest?

We'll find a way.

Hello. Cheryl, we got trouble.

Ben can't be sure he finished that business with our friend.

Just in case, if he calls you... You shouldn't have tried to kill him, Vince.

He did nothing to deserve that.

Honey, I told you we had no choice.

But if he gets to the police... Don't worry. Rick won't go to the police.

Well, now, honey, how do you know that?

Vince, you know how I feel about this thing.

What would you say if I told you that Rick's all right and that he's not going

to cause you any trouble?

How would you feel about it? Look, if he's okay and we're in the clear, I'm

most relieved man in the world.

Vince...

He believes someone was trying to kill you.

His first thought was to try to warn you.

He's there now, isn't he?

Yes.

I'm not going to let you hurt him, Vince.

I won't be a party to it.

Okay, okay. Just bring him out here, and I'll reward him for his help, and Ben

can caution him against any further masquerades, and we're, well, we're home

free.

Don't lie to me, Vince.

again.

Trust me, Cheryl.

Trust me.

All right.

But he's asleep now. It'll be a little while.

Okay.

You better not miss this time.

I'm looking for Mr. Barrett.

I'm sorry he didn't come in today. Perhaps I can help you.

I'm Dan Foreman, the controller.

Yes, sir, you could help. I'm Barnaby Jones, representing Chris Mason.

And he's worried about how the company will make out now that his father is

gone.

That's right on the button.

Somebody else must have posed that question.

Well, Mr. Barrett had anticipated some of the investors might share that view.

Well, uh, Mr.

Mason was top dog.

That suddenly might have been that, uh, it was due to some hanky -panky in the

company, right?

Not with Ted Mason running the show.

You can tell young Mason we're as solid as a rock.

And you anticipate that Mr. Barrett will run the company along the policies that

Mr. Mason did?

Well, no two men see eye to eye on everything.

For instance.

Well, Mr. Mason had asked for a special audit the week before the accident.

Was the audit completed?

It was never started.

Mr. Barrett canceled it.

Why?

He didn't want to make the stockholders nervous.

That seems funny.

Now these head chefs seem to me want to know what's in the pot.

I read a little left to right break.

It's a little bit left to look up.

We have a good eye, Mr. Jones.

That's what brought me here. I want to show you something and see if you see it

the same way I did.

Yes, I remember a fine couple.

That was taken the day your partner died.

As a matter of fact, I had dinner with the Andersons that evening.

What's the purpose of all these questions, Mr. Jones? I thought we'd

the fact that Vince was at the Parkhurst Hotel that day and all that evening.

If it puzzles me, there was something else there, too.

Look at this blow -up.

Notice that the turquoise stone that I found seems to be in place in your

hatband.

If you lost that two weeks before then, how do you explain it?

By George, I said you had a good eye.

But I do recall I switched the band around before the picture, so that empty

wouldn't show.

Now, why didn't that occur to me?

Well, I guess with you detective fellows, everything has to be checked

right? Yeah, that's for sure.

I've checked out about everything except the name of the young lady that the

Andersons said had dinner with you that night.

Shirley? Shirley.

You recall her last name?

Shirley Jennings.

Charming young lady.

If you like, I'd be glad to arrange for you to meet her.

I got a call from the haystack. They found the needle.

Those glasses belong to a Rick Hatfield.

He lives in Santa Carlita. Good work, Betty.

I'll join you at the office in about an hour.

We'll drive up together.

Thank you.

Thank you, gentlemen.

No more questions, Mr. Jones?

Oh, now I have to go match up some answers.

I'll find my way out.

Hey. Thanks. That must have been more tired than I thought.

You'll be happy to know that you don't have to go to the police.

I got in touch with Vince Barrett himself.

You did?

How'd you get his phone number?

A friend of mine used to work at the studios.

Finally, when I got in touch with Mr. Barrett, I told him what happened. He

wants to see you right away.

That's...

That's great.

What do you say about me?

No, no. Don't worry.

There's not going to be any trouble.

And it's like I said, I want it clearly understood that Miss Jennings had

absolutely nothing to do with my impersonation.

I understand completely, Mr. Hatfield.

Spoken like a gentleman.

Now, what's all this about somebody wanting to kill me?

Well, it's like Shirley said on the phone.

There I was pretending to be you, and some guy took a shot at me.

Hmm.

Don't you by any chance get a good look at this, Bella?

Man, did I ever.

I'll never forget that face.

Mr.

Barrett, you, uh... You don't know how much I appreciate the way you're taking

this.

I mean, I never expected to...

Mr. Barrett, that man, the one out there.

He's the one.

Are you sure?

I told you, I'd know that guy anywhere.

We'd better call the police.

Wait a minute.

Something else wrong, Mr. Hadfield?

This telephone number is the...

The one I used to reach Shirley.

Two and two do make four, don't they, Mr. Hatfield?

If you'd talked to Rick, you know this wouldn't have happened.

Ben! Ben!

You said you wouldn't hurt him, Vince. You swore. He's only unconscious. He saw

Ben and he went crazy. He grabbed my gun and we fought over it. I told you you

should have let me handle this.

No!

Get him out of here.

Come on, come on, come on, baby. Keep holding yourself.

We're all in this together.

It's going to be all right. Come on, come on.

Don't care. You just get yourself fixed up. Give me time to do some thinking.

It's going to be all right.

All I know is if I didn't ask him to make a few pre -recorded shows a couple

months back, I'd be up the well -known creep without a paddle.

Does he do this often? I mean, take off without leaving a number or calling him?

Yeah, he's usually pretty reliable.

What do you want with Rick anyway?

Oh, I wanted to give him the glasses that he lost.

Hey, he's been going crazy without these. Where did you find them?

Parkhurst Hotel.

He left them in a suite there.

That's a first -class pad.

Guess that's where the little fox he met must have been staying since.

Rick didn't have the bread to spring for anything like that.

Do you happen to know the little fox's name?

Surely. Rick dedicated at least a dozen numbers to her. Does he know anyone else

in L .A.? Say, Vince Barrett?

Know him?

He knew Barrett inside out. Not personally, I mean, but... Excuse me.

Who's that look like?

Vince Barrett.

Wrong.

That is little old Rick doing one of his many famous impersonations But they

really fooled you didn't it?

I'll bet he fools a lot of people

Oh

What did you make of that?

Like butter in a chair and everything is coming together Would you mind

spreading it around a little so I could have a sample?

Well up to now our main problem has been that one man has been two places at the

same time Maybe we have just found the man occupying the other chair.

Hello, operator.

I'd like to make a call, please.

Los Angeles, area code 213 -555 -7420.

Have you any quarters?

As long as I'm paying for this call, how about filling me in on foods, too?

Yeah, thank you, operator.

Oh, Mr. Foreman.

This is Barnaby Jones.

Mr. Foreman, I need some information regarding the payment for Mr.

Barrett's stay at the Parkhurst Hotel this last weekend.

Do you have those records?

Sure, I'll hold.

What does that have to do with Rick Hatfield?

Well, the biggest advantage in using another man's identity is that you can

his credit, too.

Hello?

Yes, I see.

Oh, Mr. Foreman.

Have there been any recent charges made in Mr. Barrett's name that he claims

were not his?

Huh?

Well, did they take care of those, too?

I see.

Well, thank you very much.

Are you going to tell me?

Seems there were several large hotel bills, dinners, rooms, things like that,

run up in Barrett's name recently.

Barrett claimed they weren't his.

His lawyer, Ben Reston, has been squabbling with Foreman about them for

weeks.

Well, what?

Well, suddenly, that Saturday night, Reston had them all paid off.

Saturday night?

Isn't that the night?

It's the night Ted Mason died.

Going somewhere?

I thought I'd take a drive.

Without saying goodbye?

Santa Carlita can be a lovely trip.

You knew in there?

I guessed.

The kiss just clenched it.

You were with Barrett all the time.

Not when he wanted you out of the way.

I still don't get it.

Why did Barrett want to kill me?

He was using you as an alibi to cover a murder he committed.

He couldn't afford having you around.

Where are you going?

Call the police.

Oh, darling, wait.

You're honest and a little bit square, but don't be a fool, too.

You and I are the only two that know who you really are.

You can stay, Vince Barrett.

It's a chance of a lifetime.

His money, his success, and me.

The two of us together.

And Reston?

We'll cut him in.

It'll work perfectly.

Yeah, until they come down on me for that murder Barrett committed.

Wait a minute, please.

If you call, I'm an accessory.

Hopper, would you get me the police?

Ben, stop him. He's not really Vince. You shot the wrong man.

What?

Put it down.

That's the way it's shaping up.

Let's hope there still are two of them.

Now, look, Mr. Reston. Move it!

Rick, it doesn't have to be this way. Well, he doesn't seem convinced of that.

Ben, tell him. If he plays it our way... It's no good, Cheryl.

We don't have any kind of guarantee.

We're up to our necks in this thing, and he can talk any time he wants to.

He's going in the woods right alongside Vince. Mr. Reston. Just keep moving.

If you kill me, you'll be fresh out of Vince Barrett's. I mean...

Suppose somebody comes around asking for him. By the time that happens, we'll

have bled the company dry and we'll be long gone.

Yes? You are Shirley Jennings?

I got the name from the registration in the car in the driveway.

If you've come to see Mr.

Barrett, he's not at home.

His car's in the garage.

So is Mr. Reston's.

They took another car.

That wouldn't by any chance have been Rick Hatfield's?

I'm afraid I don't remember anyone by that name.

That's funny, because Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, I remember you were having

with them and Rick at the Parker Hotel Saturday night.

I was with Mr. Barrett that Saturday night.

I hope you'll change your mind about that.

Because being with Mr. Barrett would put you smack dab in the middle of the Ted

Mason murder.

You know that much?

I have a feeling you're going to tell me a lot more.

This is Betty Jones.

You mind telling me which one you are? Rick Hatfield.

Right now, I'm glad of it.