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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, with guest stars Alan Case,

Mitzi Hogue, Trish Stewart,

special guest star Eileen Brennan.

Tonight's episode, Blood Relation.

Where is she? She's still over there in the park.

Now, Kelly, Kelly, wait.

Now, come on, honey, slow down.

Well, come on, what were you going to do? Just walk up to her and say, Hi,

I'm the baby you gave up for adoption 20 years ago.

It's just that I've been so nervous about meeting her, I guess I just wanted

get it over with before I lost my nerve.

I'm sure I understand that.

But I haven't talked to the lady yet.

I'm not even positive she's the right one.

And even if she is, I still think it's best if I go over and speak to her alone

first.

Make sure she wants to see me.

Kelly, my way, please.

Okay.

I'll try not to be too long.

an ambulance, please.

I'll do my best to pick up where Marv and Kate's left off, but I sure wish he

were here to finish up.

After it happened, I gave some thought to forgetting the whole thing.

But then his wife, his widow, phoned and gave me your name.

Just what was it that Marv was looking into for you, Mrs. Anderson?

He was trying to find someone for me.

My mother.

Your mother?

I remember reading somewhere that your mother and father were killed in an air

crash.

They weren't my real parents.

I'm adopted.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Neither did I.

Until their lawyer gave me a letter that they had left with their will.

Must have been a shock.

Anyway...

They sent the letter that they didn't know who my real father was.

But they had this with my mother's name on it.

Mother's name, Mary Renee Wilson.

This is a photocopy. Do you have the original?

No.

I'd like to believe that my real mother kept the original herself.

You know, to remember the baby that she had to give up.

That's logical. I can believe that's the way it happened.

According to this, my mother was young, only 17 when I was born.

It's strange.

I wasn't surprised to find out that I'd been adopted.

I think I suspected it from when I was a little girl.

Not that my adopted mother and father didn't do everything to make me feel

their own child.

They did.

Will you let me know how it's going, Mr. Jones?

The instant I get any information, I will give you a call.

But I can't help wondering.

20 years.

Are you sure you want to stir around in the past after all this time?

No, I'm not sure I want to.

But I feel as though I have to.

Took me all night to get rid of the car and get your ride back into town Any

more beer in the house there's the last one

There was an

item in the morning paper about that detective You have to kill him He was

to deliver the girl right into your sister's lap He got that close. I told

you gave him too much when you talked with him

That was before we had this idea.

Man comes to the door, trying to locate my sister Mary.

I didn't know what it was all about then.

Well, it never would have worked with that detective walking around anyway.

Now nobody will ever know he came here first.

And as far as the girl is concerned, she still doesn't know what her mother

looks like.

Did you call Mary yet?

Come on, Anita. Mary's your part of the deal. Oh, I told you we haven't spoken

to each other for eight years. I don't care if it's been 80.

I found out that little girl just inherited a few million dollars and

looking for a mother.

All right, all right. I'll call her just as soon as I finish the wash.

No, I've got a better idea.

I'll go get cleaned up and then you and I will go see her face to face.

Here's the stuff Marv Gates had on him when he was hit.

One wallet, one pocket notebook, recorded key, small chain.

You check on that other matter?

Oh, yeah. There's no police record on a Mary Renee Wilson.

Computer came up empty.

Did I miss something in Marv's casebook?

There seems to be just a bunch of figures.

Mean anything to you?

No, just mileage and expenses is about all I can figure. Well, maybe Emily Cage

can make some sense out of it.

Could I have copies of the last few pages?

Sure, if you want.

You check on the hit and run?

Yeah, just that it was a 72, 73 black four -door sedan.

Nobody got a make or a license.

You can pick up copies of this at the duty desk in about ten minutes.

I'll pick it all up then. Okay. Thank you, Lieutenant.

Yeah.

And I know I'm going to blow it.

Don't tell me to get lost.

I'll tell her to go to hell.

Okay.

Okay.

I was a pretty fair used car salesman.

Let's see if I can sell a used sister.

Mary? Mary Wilson?

Yes. Who are you?

Grant's the name.

Grant Brockman.

I'm a friend of Anita's.

Your sister, Anita?

I know who you mean.

What about Anita?

Look, Miss Wilson, Mary, I know you and Anita have had your differences over the

years. That's putting it mildly.

But what you may not know is how much Anita blames herself for the trouble

between you.

And she wants more than anything else to make up with you.

The fact is, she's right there.

In the car.

Anita's come here to make up?

She was afraid to come to the door with me. She lost her nerve at the last

minute. Mr. Brockman, how come you're so interested in Anita and me making up?

Well, that's easy.

I want to marry the girl.

But she's got this cloud hanging over her because of her problems with you.

Mary, she made it that far.

And it took a lot of effort for her to do it, too.

Now, how about you?

Can't you find enough forgiveness to meet her halfway?

You're looking good, Mary.

You too, Anita.

You know, I can't think of a darn thing to say.

Look, it's silly standing outside.

Would you and Mr. Brockman like to come in for a while?

Sure. I mean, why not?

Some of this stuff's been in Marv's desk since before I met him.

You'd think he'd throw something away once in a while.

You know, I don't know what to do about the Anderson case.

Marv had been working on that for almost ten days. Oh, I've already taken care

of that. I called Kelly Anderson and told her to send the entire

fee to you.

Oh, no argument.

That's the way we do in this business.

When one man takes over another man's job, we have a gentleman's agreement.

Marv must have done it a dozen times.

I don't believe that one bit, Barnaby.

It's God's honor.

All right.

I won't pretend I can't use the money.

Thank you.

Now, when I picked up Marv's personal effects from police headquarters, I took

the liberty of having several pages of his casebook copied.

It didn't make too much sense to me, but you take a look at it.

Anything in there that applies to the Anderson case?

No. Just expense items.

Hours. Mileage on his car.

I'm sorry.

What about these letters?

E .D.

Could be initial or it could mean Ed.

There was an Ed.

Uh, Flynn. Ed Flynn.

Mark said he was a forest ranger. Said he'd been very helpful.

Did he ever happen to mention where Ed Flynn worked?

Oh.

I can't recall.

Uh, hold it, Barnaby. I, uh... I stopped by the phone company today.

Closed out the car phone account.

Except this one.

Cleary.

Cleary. Isn't that up near Angeles National Forest?

I guess it wouldn't take long for the Forestry Service to tell us whether they

have a ranger named Ed Flynn stationed up there.

Grant's going to take a little nap before supper, I think.

He didn't get much rest last night. He's very good looking.

How long have you been seeing him?

Seeing him?

We've been living together for almost a year, if that's what you mean.

Times certainly change, don't they?

Not up here, they don't.

I keep expecting to hear Mama's voice yelling for her medicine from her

Mary, I know you must still hate me for leaving you alone with all that.

I just couldn't take it.

It's not so bad anymore, with Mama gone.

I've really come to love this old place.

I've been living here all alone all these years.

You're still hiding, aren't you?

From Bobby?

Maybe.

Heaven knows why I should, though. He's still locked up in prison.

Not anymore, even.

What?

Yeah, I just talked to someone from the old neighborhood.

Ruth Collins.

And she told me that Bobby was being parole.

She specifically told me because she was worried about you.

I mean, because of the way Bobby threatened you if you ever got out.

But that was such a long time ago. He and I were just kids.

He couldn't still hate me that much after all these years.

Maybe not, but I'm worried.

Especially after what happened just a few days ago.

Why?

What happened?

Well, this man came to see me. He was a...

Private detective named Marvin Cates, and he said he was trying to locate you.

Coming when it did, right after hearing that Bobby was out.

You can bet I didn't tell him anything.

But it was pretty obvious he was working for Bobby.

Oh, Anita.

Do you really think... Yesterday there was a man here, too.

Did you talk to him?

No, I'd just gotten out of the shower, so I didn't go to the door, but...

I looked through the curtains, and he hung around outside for quite a long

before he drove away.

Well, the man I talked to, Cates, was about 50, with gray hair and a mustache.

That's him. I'm sure of it.

And the more I think of it, you know, driving into Los Angeles later, I had a

feeling like I was being followed. And all morning while I was shopping, going

to the park.

Hey, come on.

It's all right.

We're here now, Grant and me. He swore he'd kill me. He yelled it right out in

the courtroom.

Yeah, I know.

This is starting to sound a little grim.

What are you going to do? I mean, it'd be crazy enough to come after you.

I can't stay here. I've got to get away.

Yeah, where will you go?

Aunt Carla.

She's always after me to come up to San Francisco and stay with her.

That's perfect.

You still live alone, don't you?

But the house, it'll take me time to close it up.

Oh, Grant and I'll be glad to stay and look after things.

Would you do that for me?

What's a sister for?

Morning. I'm looking for a ranger, name of Ed Flynn.

You don't look like a man who would louse up a guy's day off.

No, sir, not me.

Especially if it looks like a guy's going fishing.

Some things are sacred.

I'm Flynn.

Jones, Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator.

I'm looking for a lady named Mary Wilson. She's supposed to live up here

somewhere. Mary?

What's going on? You're the second private detective this week asking about

Wilson.

She isn't in any trouble.

No, nothing like that.

I'm just working on the other detective's case.

You see, he was killed in an accident a few days ago.

Killed?

I'm sorry to hear that.

But you do know Mary Wilson?

Close to 20 years, since she and her mother and sister moved into that place

the canyon.

She's not married?

No. When her kid sister moved away, oh, eight, nine years ago, Mary got stuck

with taking care of her mother.

Nursed her right up till the day she died.

Was her mother some kind of an invalid?

Yeah, exactly what she was.

Some kind of miserable, poisonous invalid.

Ever since her mother died, Mary's been living in that place all by herself.

You know, it isn't right for a woman to be by her lonesome so much.

Now, not that I haven't entered around more than once, and I wouldn't mind

changing that situation for her, you know.

Well, thank you for your help.

I think I'll take a drive up there.

It's 10 .2 miles on your odometer. Brown bungalow on the left side of the road.

You can't miss it.

Much obliged.

Tell Mary I'll be along in a little while to fix that refrigerator.

Good morning.

My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator.

Yes, Mr. Jones.

I was engaged to try to locate a sort of a missing person.

Mary Renee Wilson.

Missing?

But she's right here.

Would you like to come in, Mr. Jones?

I'm Mary Wilson.

Oh, thank you.

Very nice to meet you, Ms. Wilson.

Mr. Jones, I must admit I'm dying to know why I'm a missing person.

Well, before we get into that, I think it's important that I find out if you

the Mary Wilson that I'm looking for.

Do you mind showing me some identification?

I realize it's very strange for me to come charging up to your door and asking

you to prove that you are you.

No, it's really all right. I don't mind proving who I am.

Um...

How about a credit card?

Some old letters, lots of bills.

Anybody do?

Do you have a driver's license, anything like that?

Well, I don't have a car, Mr. Jones, so I don't have a license.

I think you better tell me what this is all about.

Ms. Wilson, I understand you were never married.

That's correct.

I hate to pry into your private life, but did you ever have a child?

I really don't think that's any of your business, Mr. Jones.

Now, if you'll just leave.

My client is a young lady who is looking for her true mother.

I have reason to believe that that's you.

Mr. Jones, are you trying to tell me that my baby is looking for me?

She's still called by the same name that her mother gave her when she was born?

Kelly.

Kelly's 22 now. She just found out that she was adopted.

She'd like to meet her real mother.

I'm afraid you'll have to forgive me.

I'm really done with all this.

Well, if you don't want to see your daughter, I'm sure you should respect

feelings. Oh, no. I mean, I'm not saying I don't want to see her.

I think I do. I think I'd like very much to meet my little girl.

Well...

There are certain special considerations that you'll understand after you meet

her. I don't follow you, Mr. Jones.

Well, what I'm trying to say is, Kelly has a copy of her birth certificate.

Now, if you had the original, that would be positive, definite proof.

Well, if I still have it, I mean, it's been years. I don't know if I can find

it.

Well, if you can't find it, I suppose there are other ways of verifying that

you're Kelly's mother.

But if you could come up with that certificate... Well, I'll...

I'll start looking for it right away.

If you have any luck, give me a call.

And I'll try to arrange a meeting with Kelly.

Thank you.

Grant, he wants a birth certificate. We need that to make the whole thing gel.

He's really being cautious, isn't he?

Well, for a few million dollars, what do you expect?

All right.

If Mary kept it, we'll find it.

And if we can't, we'll figure out another way.

You start looking in here, and I'll take the bedrooms.

Find Mary all right?

Yeah, but, you know, we got to talking. I forgot to give her your message.

That's all right. I'll surprise her.

Grant Jones

again

I'm sorry. For a moment there, I thought you were Mary.

Where is she?

Well, she's out of town.

Out of town?

Mm -hmm.

Jones just came from here. He said he had just talked to her.

Well, he was wrong.

Hey!

What's going on here?

Mary?

Mary's not having any more company today.

She said to tell you that she'll call you in a few days.

I want to hear that from Mary.

What are you going to do?

What do you think?

Grant.

We're not letting it get away from us.

Kelly, don't let your imagination run away with you.

I guess I'm just scared.

Of what?

A mother who gave me up because she just plain didn't want me, and who could

care less about seeing me now?

You don't really believe that, do you?

Well, I'm glad you didn't start the celebration before I got here.

Please, Barnaby, don't joke around with me.

Second thoughts?

Mm -hmm. Something like that.

Not really.

Not really second thoughts.

I mean, I started this, and I'll see it through.

I may wish I'd never been born at all.

Barnaby, did you talk to my mother?

I talked to a lady that I am reasonably certain was your mother, yes.

Well, does she have any interest at all in my dropping into her life after 20

-odd years?

I'd say she had a lot of interest.

Might even say she was enthusiastic.

She really wants to see me.

It's amazing.

It was up there.

I remembered all of a sudden Mary used to leave things up there sometimes.

Well, I wish you'd remembered before we tore this place apart.

Okay, you can call Jones in the morning, tell him you found it.

We can wrap it up in a day or two, way before your sister ever gets back.

Kelly Wilson.

Kelly was our grandmother's name, you know.

Mom had a fit when she gave it to a baby she was giving away.

Wonder what she's like.

Pretty a bit.

She's rich.

That's what she's like.

Very, very rich.

You know, I, uh... I used to wonder what it would be like having a baby.

Smart's a lot, I hear.

And I mean that.

I mean being a mother.

He's here.

Betty, what am I going to say to her?

Don't worry.

It's going to be all right.

Yeah, this is the original certificate, all right.

Sorry I made you dig this up, but there's a lot at stake, you understand?

Yes, I do.

Good morning.

Oh, Mr. Jones, this is Grant Brockman.

Mr. Brockman? Yes.

I'm Mary's fiancé. I stopped by this morning. She told me what's been going

I saw two women in the car.

Is one of them Kelly?

Yes, Kelly insisted on coming out.

Grant, she's here.

Yes. Well, aren't you going to ask her in?

Yes.

Thank you.

Hello, Ma... Mother.

You know, it's funny. I thought it would be so natural.

Well, I... I think we both need time to... catch our breath.

Look, if I made a mistake coming here,

Starting all this.

Oh, no, no.

I've been thinking all these years about you.

Have you?

Would you like some tea?

Do you all like me to fix you something?

No, no, no. You two should spend some time alone.

Must be a lot to talk over.

Yes, I guess we should.

We'll wait for you out here, Kelly.

Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Jones.

I'll drive her back whenever she's ready to go.

I'm your mama's fiancé, honey.

I hope to be your stepdad real soon.

We don't mind waiting.

No, you've done so much already.

Call us later.

Isn't that something?

After all those years.

Yeah.

Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Brockman.

Same here, Mr. Jones.

Well, you don't seem too sentimental about the happy ending.

No, I guess I'm not.

Are you worried about something?

Grant Brockman.

He said he was engaged to Mary Wilson.

Where did he come from?

I don't know what you mean.

According to the ranger, Ed Flynn, Mary's a loner.

Doesn't have any friends, nobody.

Where did Brockman pop up from all of a sudden?

Hi, can I help you? Hi.

I just came out to see the ranger, Ed Flynn.

Forest service business?

Well, no, I just wanted to ask him a few more questions.

Are you a friend of Ed's?

As a matter of fact, I just met him yesterday.

Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you, but his pickup went off the road last

night, up on Skyline Ridge.

Your father was born in the neighborhood, a couple of years older

I was 16.

And I really thought I loved him.

What was his name?

Bobby. Bobby Carter.

Everyone said he was kind of wild, but I guess I didn't listen.

And then one day he picked me up after school in his car.

And he drove me to this little liquor store.

I waited outside in the car.

And then I heard shots.

And then... Bobby had all this money.

The police caught us that night.

But because I was so young and he forced me to go... They didn't prosecute me.

But I testified.

I helped send him to prison.

It wasn't until after the trial...

that I found out I was going to have you.

My mother wouldn't let me keep you.

She made us move to that house so as no one would know.

Where's my father now?

Last I heard, he was badly hurt in a fight in the prison.

And he had permanent brain damage.

And he'll be in an institution the rest of his life.

I'm sorry. I know it's an ugly, ugly story.

Maybe I shouldn't have told you.

No, I wanted to know.

What a nightmare for you.

I think I can understand now why you gave me up for adoption.

Oh, I didn't want to. I really didn't.

Then after Mother died, I guess I just got used to being alone.

Well, you're not going to be alone any longer.

You're going to come and live with me.

If you and Mr. Brockman have no other plans.

Oh, but Kelly... Mom, I...

I'd like to try and make up for the life

you've had.

We'll be friends.

I know we will.

Barnaby, you are going to worry a hole in Lieutenant Biddle's carpet.

I mean, what more proof do you need?

I mean, there isn't any doubt that the lady is Miss Wilkins.

What about what the ranger said all those years he spent up there alone?

Perhaps he didn't know.

I mean, she obviously had gotten lucky and found a fella.

Two fellas, unless I read the ranger wrong.

After all those years of living alone, all of a sudden she got herself two

fellas.

Well, if you two are here to take me to some nice, quiet place for supper, you

can forget it. I already ate.

Lieutenant.

We need help.

The line forms right behind me.

Name Grant Brockman. That mean anything to you?

Nope. Senate?

I was hoping it would.

John, we can see how busy you are. If you could just make an R &I check on Mr.

Brockman, we'd appreciate it.

Who's busy?

Two unsolved murders? Seven aggravated assaults? Eleven other assorted

You think I'm busy?

That's Brockman with a K.

I'll have it for you in a half hour.

We agreed.

Besides, Mary will never know even if she does come back here.

I've thought it through.

I'm not leaving her dangling over our head.

As soon as I can arrange a good cover story, I'm taking a plane to San

Francisco.

Grant, she's my sister.

Think about one thing.

Kelly can't have two mothers.

It's either got to be you or Mary.

Understand?

I found out, Anita.

I telephoned San Quentin.

I wanted to complain to the parole authorities about Bobby, and the warden

me what happened.

That I don't ever have to be afraid of Bobby again.

But you knew that all along, didn't you?

I was sure you'd never find out.

Why?

You wanted me to run off. You planned it that way. Why?

Got any new ideas, Anita?

Or do you want to just leave it all to me?

It's Jones.

You go talk to him. Get rid of it.

What's going on, Anita?

What are you mixed up in?

You go take care of Jones.

I'll stay here with Mary.

Anita, please.

Come on.

Oh, hello, Ms. Wilson.

Mr. Brockman around?

He had to go into town.

I dropped him at the bus.

I thought you said you didn't drive.

No, I said I didn't have a license.

I do drive sometimes.

Is this Mr. Brockman's car?

Yes. According to the DMV, it's a 1972 black Ford or sedan registered in his

name.

Well, what about it?

Well, it was a car or something like that that was involved in a hit -and

early part of the week.

A man named Marvin Cates was killed.

I never heard of Mr.

Cates. Sorry, but I've got to go back.

Marvin Cates was working for Kelly at the time he was run down.

It almost seems as if someone was trying to prevent him from finding Kelly's

mother. From finding me?

Where is the black car?

It was stolen nearly two weeks ago.

Funny it wasn't reported.

Well, you'll have to talk to grant about that I have some things in the oven

Honey, meet up. Please, I'm your sister, your own flesh and blood.

No, I can't let you do it. Shut up or I'll put you in a hole with her.

Rockman, let her go.

Mary Wilson, isn't it?

Yes.

Mary, would you call the sheriff and an ambulance, please?

This is where she lives?

Don't let it scare you.

Right now, Kelly is a very confused and disappointed young lady.

Maybe we shouldn't bless her.

She needs her mother.

Her real mother.

There she is, Mary. Go on.

All right, so I'm going to push over for a happy ending. At least this time it

was a happy ending.

We ought to keep doing it until we finally got it right.