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Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Meriwether.

With guest stars Bradford Dillman, Marge Ducey,

Patricia Smith, Mariclair Costello.

Tonight's episode, The Deadlier Species.

I didn't want to, but I felt like a teenager.

I kept trying to talk and he kept trying to make out.

I should have a problem.

Was he good looking?

Well, I think Nikki makes a very good point, Helen.

You were worried about your image and how you were supposed to feel instead of

how you really felt about him and what you wanted to do.

Tell me, Robert, what is it?

Have I done something wrong? Ruth, nothing is wrong.

Then why are you avoiding me? I've been very busy, as I am right now, so we'll

discuss it later.

Aren't you a little early for your appointment, Mr. Lockman?

I'll just chalk it up to the impatience of impending retirement.

Tomorrow, after 30 years of practice, I'm closing my law office.

Well, is Miss Blinker available?

No, but she asked that I speak with you. Ah, fine.

Well, in phasing out two of my clients, I came across some discrepancies that I

thought you could help clear up for me.

Discrepancies? I don't understand.

Madeline Howard and Helen Wrightson? I believe you handle their financial

investments? Well, I give them advice, but...

Sylvia Blake, our director, is adamant that the women here at the center be

captains of their own ships.

Admiral, a woman is Blake.

But the financial statements that my clients receive from me will leave

something to be desired.

Oh, I think you'll find that your clients are doing very well.

Yes, until you look into their holdings.

Now, in four separate stocks, both clients are listed as owners of

numbered shares.

Well,

I'm sure you'll find that's nothing more than a clerical error.

Well, I can understand duplication one entry, but not four.

Now, you'll save me a lot of trouble if you just let me see the actual

certificates so that I can confirm that my clients do own the shares that they

paid for. Well, it's going to take me a little time to dig those up because the

stock certificates are in a safety deposit box.

No, I just have them by my office later today.

It's important that I have everything wrapped up by tomorrow.

Very well. Thank you.

Sorry there was nobody here to let you in at this hour.

I'm Sylvia Blake, Mr. Lachman.

Apologize for not being able to come down to your office this afternoon.

Nice to meet you.

Well, did you bring the security?

Oh, yeah, right here.

This could clear everything up.

Have a look.

This is just a list.

I mean, this is no better than the one I have in my den.

I need proof, Mr. Travis. Don't you understand that I have to see the actual

securities? But Robert assured me that with this one amount of time... Well,

sure that it's just going to take me a few days to get my hands on the

certificates themselves.

I don't know about Miss Blake, but there's no point in continuing the

for me, Mr. Travis.

Charade. Oh, and you didn't show this afternoon. I tried to clear the

up alone.

I called the various companies, and there's no sales record of anything to

either of my clients.

The only record is to a house account registered in your name and

Miss Blake.

Well, of course, but we only act as their nominees.

It's a perfectly normal business procedure.

Well, you better explain it to the district attorney, because I'm turning

everything over to him in the morning.

Now, I believe we've said everything.

Mr. Lachman, as sophisticated men, we should be able to find a way that will

avoid unnecessary unpleasantness.

I mean, oversights happen, but we'd be willing to share the benefits that came

with this particular mistake.

Are you trying to bribe me?

Just trying to find a mutually beneficial solution.

I think you better leave.

Both of you.

Robert, he's dead.

I didn't mean to kill him.

There was nothing else I could do with him.

He would have ruined everything we worked for.

What do we do now?

Yeah.

Get us financial statements out of the debt.

I'll take care of everything here.

Did you find him?

Yes.

What are you doing?

Making it look like an accident.

He was corking the underside of the boat.

One of the braces gave way.

And it fell on him.

Stand back.

Your father must have loved boots.

We used to sail every chance we could.

Please, Mr. Jones, will you help me?

Rita, I don't know if I can.

Now, look at things. I'm inclined to go along with a police reporter with an

accident.

Your father was under the boat working.

He tried to move some of the shoring, and the boat fell on him.

But it didn't happen that way. There wasn't any reason for Daddy to be under

boat. He'd already finished the rough sanding, and I was going to do the

caulking. Daddy couldn't.

He couldn't? Why not?

He was allergic to the caulking material.

He broke out in hives bigger than tomatoes every time he tried to caulk

boat. Well, now you know.

There's nothing that upsets my stomach more than the old pickles. You had put

down next to a hot pastrami sandwich, and I still reach for the pickle.

Daddy was hospitalized last year. They warned him another allergic attack could

be fatal.

From what you told me about your father, he didn't sound like the kind of a man

who would ignore that kind of medical advice.

Then will you investigate his murder, Mr. Jones?

I'm not ready to call it a murder.

But there is a question here that ought to be looked into.

What's troubling you?

Well, you know what's troubling me.

But I told you not to worry. The police have listed Lachman's death as an

accident. It's not just your death.

It's what you and I've become.

In the beginning, I had such big dreams for this center, and now... But you can

still have them.

It's just that you have to pay a big price for big dreams.

Well, I'm not sure I want them if I have to steal.

It's not stealing when you take what's rightfully yours. You work miracles with

these women. They could never pay what your service is truly worth.

But if I could just believe that I really... You've got to.

Come on. Look how far you've come.

Remember when I found you, you were counseling housewives in that valley

for $100 a week?

Yes, and I was doing what I wanted to do. With no life, no future.

Let's face it, you needed management.

Because fads come and go.

I'm not a fad.

Well, then I'm... Ideas, huh? Ideas change.

And what's in one minute's out the next.

Now, when that time comes, you're going to want to be financially independent if

you're going to continue your work.

Is that all you're really interested in, my work?

No.

No, it's you and you know it.

I love you, Sylvia.

And I love you.

But I need you so much.

It's what you've always said.

An emancipated woman is one who recognizes her needs and fulfills them.

Same advice holds true for a man.

I sent for the autopsy report on George Lockman. Did you find out anything at

his office?

Nothing of any help.

No evidence of swelling in the upper respiratory tract?

No edema?

Normal level of histamines?

Could you explain that?

Yeah, that means that young Rita Lockman may be right.

The elevation of the histamine level means there was no allergic reaction

he died.

Well, then he couldn't have been caulking the boat.

Not with Oakham, he couldn't.

I'll bet you ten bushels to a peck that somebody put his body under that boat

and tried to make it look like an accident.

But Mr. Logman had no enemies.

He was well -liked, unquestionable integrity, dedicated. Who would want to

him dead?

That's a question, all right.

Did his secretary notice anything out of the ordinary the past week or two?

No, but she let me borrow his appointment book, but everything looks

These names in here, are they his clients?

Yes, all but one.

Sylvia Blake.

Sylvia Blake.

She's a girl from the feminist movement?

She's the woman from the Female Consciousness Center.

What business did Lachman have with her?

Well, the secretary didn't know, but she thought possibly one of his other

clients, Madeline Howard, might know. After her divorce, she attended Sylvia

Blake's center.

Listen, if you're headed out to the center, be careful.

Sylvia Blake may just brainwash you.

Too late.

Mrs. Jones beat her to it 30 years ago.

I'm investigating the death of an attorney, Mr. George Lockman.

He had an appointment with you the afternoon before he died.

An appointment?

I'm afraid I've never met him, Mr. Lockman.

Funny. I wonder why he'd have your name in his appointment book.

Sylvia, these need sanding right away.

Okay. Lovett.

This is Mr. Jones. He's a private investigator.

How do you do?

Mr. Travis is our controller here.

Do you remember George Lockman having an appointment to see me?

Lockman? Friday.

Right. Yes, he called, but he never showed up.

Did he say why he wanted to see Ms. Blake?

No, he didn't. Why don't you ask him?

I'm afraid that's going to be impossible.

Mr. Lockman is dead.

I was hired to look into that.

Some mystery?

No, but police had it listed as an accident, and sometimes it pays to check

those things.

Well, it's been a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Blake. Keep up the good work.

Thank you for your time.

Robert.

I waited for you until midnight last night.

Uh, yes. Well, I didn't say definitely that I'd come by. I've been very busy.

I understand.

I know what a strain you must be under.

Else, why would you have told that detective you hadn't seen Mr. Lockman

you know he was here just last Friday?

Oh, Robert, we do need each other, don't we?

Yes.

I suppose I have been neglecting you.

But no more, Robin.

Hmm?

Everyone predicted an out -and -out disaster when I opened this restaurant.

Thank you.

I'll serve you.

I don't know what I'd have done without Sylvia and Mr. Travis.

Mr. Travis, he is the controller at the center.

Financial wizard, that's what he is.

And he helped you with your finances?

Helped?

I turned my entire divorce settlement over to him. And since then, I've seen a

23 % leap.

You like it?

Oh, good.

23 %?

Maybe I ought to consult with him myself.

Well, you'd be smart if you did. I told my friend Helen about it, and her

results were as good as mine.

Helen, does she go to the center?

Yeah. Yeah, she still does.

Helen Wright would.

Did she also use the same attorney, Mr. Lockman?

That's how I met him.

On the day before he died, Mr.

Lockman's appointment book had you down for lunch. Did he make it over here?

Oh, we had a wonderful talk.

He was so pleased about the way things were working out for me.

Did he ask any questions about your investments, your relationship with Mr.

Travis, Ms. Blake?

Well, we talked about it.

But, well, only in a general way.

I'm sorry.

I really wish I could have helped you more.

Well, maybe you can help more than you think.

Oh? I never met your husband, but if he walked away from food like this, he's a

very foolish man.

You know, the truth is that he didn't.

He still comes by here for dinner at least three times a week.

I believe it.

Thank you.

Enjoy your lunch. Thank you.

Ruth heard me lie to Jones.

She saw like when the day he was here. I don't like it.

I don't like this either.

I checked Mr. Jones out in town. He's good.

Has a reputation of being a bulldog.

Never lets up.

Madeline's quite a cook, isn't she?

I haven't tasted stew like that since my grandmother used to let the pot simmer

all day over a hardwood fire.

We both owe Sylvia a lot. You should have seen the shape we were in when we

here. You planning to stay here much longer?

Oh, I'm coming down the stretch.

I have to get a little more nerve to face the outside world again. But

taking care of that.

Well, I understand Mr. Travis is taking care of your finances.

You should see my last statement.

I'd like to.

That is, if it isn't too personal.

Why not? I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

What for?

Not that I mind, of course.

Well, Ms. Reitman said she didn't mind.

I'm just wondering why you wanted to see her financial statement, that's all.

Well, I think I may have found the reason why Mr.

Lockman intended to see you that day.

He had had a... Thank you.

He had a talk with both his clients, Ms.

Wrightwood and Ms. Howard, about their investments.

They could have shown him their own copies.

Perhaps that's what happened.

He saw their copies and decided not to come all the way out here.

That's very impressive.

You're quite a money manager, Mr. Travis.

Well, we're all very grateful to Robert.

Financial success helps a woman have much more confidence.

It doesn't hurt a man's confidence, either.

Well, you know this area.

Is there any place out here Mr.

Lockman may have decided to visit on the day he intended to see you?

I don't know.

Why do you ask?

Well, there's a filling station down the way here that has a credit card receipt

for some gas that he bought on that day, and I was just wondering where he went.

It depends upon what he liked.

Hiking, boating, lots of scenery to look at.

I had the impression that Mr.

Lachman intended to view the scenery from the deck of his boat.

You'd think he'd hurry and finish his business so he could get to it.

Wouldn't you?

He knows.

He knows nothing.

And he won't.

As long as we can keep him away from Ruth.

And just how long do you think you can handle her?

I don't know.

She said it nicely, but it still comes out blackmail.

And there's only one way to handle that.

No.

Trust me.

Trust me.

Ruth's made it easy for us. It's all set up.

Where?

And how?

Oh, Robert, Robert.

We'll have such a wonderful life together.

As soon as we leave this place, just the two of us.

I have plenty of money. We can travel. We can do the things we want to do.

be great.

You'll see.

Reality looks a lot different in daylight than it does by candlelight, my

darling. Mine doesn't.

Not as far as you're concerned.

Do you know that's the only reason I stayed here so long?

To be near you.

You mean that.

I never meant anything so much in my life.

Well, I might believe you if you got me another drink.

What are you doing here?

Well, I just thought I'd stop by to... Sylvia, you...

Get

our

things

together. There's still a lot we have to do.

What's the matter?

The killing.

It's getting easier, isn't it? We did what we had to do, no more, no less.

It's over now, so forget it.

You bring the car around, then you help me finish up here.

Come on!

Well, they weren't at the office.

Are you sure?

His secretary distinctly remembers putting both of the women's financial

statements into his briefcase before he left.

But they're not here.

Then there's only one answer.

Someone stole them.

I'd like to keep a few more options open for a moment.

You remind me so much of Daddy.

Everything by the numbers.

Things add up better that way. And what does it add up to?

I don't have a total yet.

But I figure that whoever it was that was with your father when he died didn't

subtract enough evidence to keep us from finding him.

Might it be you? It sounds as though you're convinced that Lockman was

Well, I can't be positive, but I got a feeling there was something in those

statements that sent Lockman out to Sylvia Blake's center.

I still can't believe that Sylvia Blake is involved.

Well, I could probably prove it to you if I knew what they were up to.

But without those original statements, I'm in the dark, and there's no way for

me to get a look at them.

Right.

For you, there isn't.

Meaning?

Oh, just that I've always wanted to take some courses out at Sylvia Blake's.

Forget it, Betty.

Barbie, they don't know me out there.

No, it won't work.

Besides, it's too dangerous.

If they kill Lockman, they wouldn't hesitate to kill again if they had to.

It's the only way.

I'm the only person who can get those files for you.

No, Betty.

Barbie.

Absolutely no.

Yes, I know all about Miss Blake's work here. I read her book on a plane to

Italy last month.

You've been traveling?

For a while, after my husband's death.

I thought if I could keep moving, I would stop thinking.

Who was it?

I think it was Emerson who said that he thought he could escape by traveling.

The only problem was that he...

Kept running into the same person when he got off the boat.

Himself.

That can be good or bad, depending on how we feel about ourselves.

Well, I suppose my self -esteem is not at an all -time high.

The same could be said for my nerves.

Oh, would you like some brandy to come? Oh, no, thank you.

One drink and my defenses crumble.

We'll save it for another time, then.

Oh, Miss Blake.

Miss Enright is recently widowed, and she's interested in attending the

Well, tell me, Miss Enright. Oh, please.

Betty, Sylvia.

I overheard you telling Robert about your defenses. Is this some personal

of NATO?

Oh, you might call it that. I'm afraid I've kept my feelings locked in an

emotional straitjacket.

Well, that's not very unusual after a loss like yours.

Well, to be perfectly honest...

It was happening while my husband was still alive.

Poor Fred, he thought money was the answer to everything.

He had made a fortune by the time he was 30, and another by the time he was 40,

and 45, a heart attack.

And you didn't have anyone to turn to after he died?

We're both orphans.

I wonder if that was Fred's problem. I know it's still mine.

Any children?

Never were on the agenda.

Sylvia.

I'm lost.

And I feel the answer is here with you in the center.

Well, it's just that we're very crowded right now.

Why don't we see if something can't be done?

If it's a question of money, I'll pay anything.

Suppose we call you.

All right.

My number's on the application form.

Please, try to find a place for me.

Thank you.

Is that made in heaven?

A widow, a fortune, no heirs or relatives, and you let her on just

I wasn't leading her on. I just felt sorry for her.

Bob, you said that we would get out just in time. Now... Now!

I know it. I can just feel it in my bones. Just as soon as we put the icing

the cake.

What do you mean?

Betty Enright. Our last hurrah.

And then we're through.

I promise.

Don't! It's for me.

On my private lawn?

Yellow?

Yes, this is Betty Enright.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Oh, yes. Yes, right away.

Thank you so much. Bye.

Betty Enright?

That's the name I'll be under at the center.

Betty, I told you it was out of the question.

If I were a man, you wouldn't be against it.

It's too dangerous.

Barnaby, for the first time, being a woman in your business is an advantage,

I intend to use it.

No, what you mean is you don't intend to listen.

You put it so well.

Well, if you're determined, I guess I better start circulating your cover

in case you start checking your background.

And what a background it is. I'll bet.

I feel certain you're going to like it here, Betty. Oh, it is beautiful.

There's a list of activities here on the table, Betty, and I would suggest that

you sign up for all the sessions that start. Oh, wouldn't miss one.

I'll see you later.

Oh, Sylvia.

Excuse me.

What do most of the women wear to the sessions?

Always the number one question.

Whatever is in for you, Betty.

In? In your mood.

We... Well, we're just trying to get our thing together. Not a wardrobe.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

Oh, hi, Sylvia. Ruth at home?

No, she left last night.

Left? Where'd she go?

Oh, well, she promised to drop us a line just as soon as she got settled.

If that's impossible, she didn't even say goodbye.

Well, it was just spontaneous, Helen.

She apparently wanted just to break the cord, you know, and go back out in the

world again.

Is that her sample? I don't believe it.

That's the coat that she was talking about. She asked me to send it on to her

just as soon as she sends it to her address.

Sylvia, you've got a session and I've got a stockbroker.

Settle in.

See you later. Thanks for everything.

and Wright would. Can I give you a hand? Betty and Wright, I'd appreciate it.

Could you? Yeah.

You know, I don't understand it. Ruth wouldn't just pick up and go like that.

Well, perhaps the center changed her more than you knew.

After all, their aim is to build self -confidence.

But based on mature behavior, not running away in the middle of the night.

Oh, listen.

Let's leave this.

Maybe your friend left behind a cool drink for it, hmm?

And another thing, she has night blindness. She hates driving at night.

What could be so important that she couldn't wait until morning?

I don't know.

Well, there could have been, you know, any number of different... Ellen?

Look, a stone from Ruth's ring.

Are you sure? It's her pride and joy.

She calls it her emancipation gift to herself.

Well, there must be some explanation.

Maybe something's wrong.

She confided just about everything to me. She was having an affair with Trapp.

Now, if they had a fight, that would explain her leaving in such a hurry.

But it doesn't explain... Where

are you going?

To find Sylvia and get some answers.

Helen, if something is wrong, remember, Sylvia and Mr. Travis told you that she

left.

Don't you think that we'd have a better chance of getting to the truth if you

kept your suspicions to yourself for now until we find out more about Ruth's

disappearance?

I don't know.

I know I'm not sad anymore.

I'd like to think that I had something to do with that.

Something?

You're the first man I've related to since Fred died.

Are you always this frank?

What do you mean?

I mean, it's good. There are no facades.

Sylvia feels that... Oh, I see.

No, I'm, uh... I'm really interested in what you feel.

I didn't offend you.

You just shook me up a bit.

Right down to my bootstraps.

Robert, please.

I'm getting confused.

Is that bad?

No.

It's the nicest feeling I've had in a long time.

But I... But?

Well, what's wrong?

Hmm?

Well, if you're just... Give me some time. I'll think of something.

All right.

I tell you what.

I'll give you until, say,

8 o 'clock this evening.

You drop by my office. I should be finished by then.

And I promise you, I'll not only have an answer to all your confusion, I'll even

walk you back to your cabin.

Date?

You're ten minutes late.

Five more minutes and I'd have come in after you.

I'm sorry, Barnaby, but I'm afraid this goes a lot deeper than we thought.

One of the women here, a Ruth Granger, has disappeared.

Or at least so a friend of hers thinks.

What made a friend suspicious?

Well, Ruth left behind a diamond as big as an egg. I'm sure she wouldn't have

left without it.

And yet Travis and Sylvia say that she left on her own. Okay, I can check that

out. But I'm taking you out of here.

Travis is beginning to check you out like the prize heifer at a county fair.

He tried that in person, too.

Barnaby, I can't leave now. I'm so close.

He's invited me to his office this evening.

Betty, if the Granger woman is missing, that makes two people who may be dead.

Please, Barnaby, don't make me leave.

I know I can get those files.

And without them, it's just so much circumstantial... You don't have to

to me the rules of evidence.

What time does Travis expect you?

Eight o 'clock.

Are you going to let me do it?

Yeah, but not alone.

I'll drop by at five minutes after eight.

I'll try to occupy Travis's attention while you go through the files.

If he doesn't go for it, you fold your tent and beat it back to your cabin, you

hear?

Yes, sir.

No matter what happens, I want you back in your cabin by 8 .15.

I'm taking you out of here, files or no files, you hear?

Message received and recorded, sir.

Betty, be careful.

You're beginning to sound like me.

Betty, you look wonderful.

Here I thought investment counselors were only interested in numbers.

Not always.

But there will be one happy woman tomorrow when she gets a look at this

statement. I heard the women say that you're a financial wizard.

I don't know about that, but the numbers in these portfolios all seem to be

going in the right direction.

But I don't want to bore you with talk about money.

Oh, it's not boring.

Frankly, I don't know the first thing about finances, except I write a check

get what I want.

I'm afraid I keep my finances in a bit of a scramble.

Oh?

Well, first thing tomorrow, I'll see if I can't reorganize things for you.

And tonight?

Hmm. Well, for starters, there's a spot overlooking the lake I'd like you to

see.

Oh, Mr.

Jones, I'm afraid it's a little late.

You just take a minute, Ms. Blake. I just want to speak with Mr. Travis.

Excuse me.

Mr. Travis isn't available right now.

I'm sorry, Ms. Blake, but it's very urgent that I talk with Mr. Travis right

away.

I told you, Mr. Jones, this is my center. Whatever you have to say, you

to me, or else you can wait until tomorrow and make an appointment.

You know, ma 'am, there are some things that can only be said man to man.

Betty, I have to speak to someone.

Oh, I understand. It's all right.

No, it isn't.

It won't take long.

I'll come to your cabin.

I'll be waiting.

You see, when one man apologizes to another, I feel he should do it face to

face. Well, if there's any apology owed, I think it's owed to me.

Well, I'm sorry, Ms. Blake, but Mr. Travis being a man, I'm sure he

how I feel. I might understand a little better if you got on with it, Mr. Jones.

Well, I must confess that when I first came out here, I thought you two were

lying to me.

Lying? About what?

About Mr.

Lockman's failing to keep an appointment with you.

Matter of fact, I thought you might have even gone out to his place and maybe

even killed him.

How absurd.

When the coroner's report on Mr. Lockman failed to indicate any immediate

allergic reaction, you can see why I thought that the accident had been

Well, perhaps so, but why would you think Bob and I would have been

Well, that's rather embarrassing. No good detective ever likes to be caught

jumping to conclusions.

What conclusions?

The money that Mr. Lockman's clients turned over to you.

Now, I'll admit that I'm always too quick to seize on greed as a motive.

You said yourself, check with the ladies, and I'll swear that no man ever

finer recommendation than you did from Ms. Howard and Ms. Wrightwood. I'm glad

to hear that.

Well, you'll probably also be glad to hear that I've just about wound up my

investigation. I won't be troubling you anymore just as soon as I have an

interview with Ms. Granger.

What did she have to do with Mr. Laughlin?

Well, I won't know that until I talk to her. Ruth Granger's given up her

residence here at the center. I doubt that we can be of much help to you

Oh.

Well, knowing women, as I do, and their unpredictability, it's likely she could

be in Tallahassee or Timbuktu by now.

Well, uh, thank you for your time.

And, uh, once again, my apologies.

Oh, you pompous, archaic, chauvinistic antique.

I don't believe a word of it. What?

That was no apology you just heard. He was conning us.

But he just said... I know what he said. The question is why.

What's he up to?

She knew exactly what she was looking for.

You work for Jones, don't you?

What are we going to do?

Exactly what I said.

We finish with Ms.

Enright here, or whatever her name is, and then we leave.

But, Bob, Jones must know that she's here.

Of course he does.

It will do you no good to kill me, you know.

Barnaby already knows that you killed George Laughlin, and that Ruth Granger

didn't leave here of her own free will.

Please, let's just give it up now.

No. If Jones had proof, he'd have gone to the police long ago.

We could be long gone from here before he comes back for it.

Okay, let's go. And just remember, I won't need much excuse to use this.

Hold it, Travis.

It's all over.

It is for her if you make another move.

Miss Blake, tell him to let her go.

I've already contacted the police.

There's no chance for you to get away.

Travis.

I've never been so happy to see anybody in my whole life.

You were supposed to be back in your cabin by 8 .15.

I guess I got carried away being a spy.

That I heard couldn't have done better.