All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s03e20 Doomed Alibi

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.