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

starring Lee Merriweather, with guest stars Joanne Harris,

Stephen Collins.

Tonight's episode, Final Burial.

I can't believe we finally pulled it off.

The whole weekend to ourselves.

Yes, how did you work that out with your mother?

I didn't have to. She flew up to Sacramento this morning.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

She's getting an appointment to the bench.

A judge?

Can you beat that?

My mother's a judge.

Tom, I shouldn't be here with you like this.

Come on.

Small town thinking again.

Well, I'm just a small town girl.

I can't help it. It's just all this lying.

I mean, the country club this morning telling them I was sick, and now they

to get another girl to serve at the party. It's no big deal.

Anyway, you're too special to be a waitress.

Well, what about Harold? I mean, what if he calls me from Tucson? How do I

explain being out of the apartment all weekend? Tell him the phone was out of

order. I don't know.

Besides, you told me yourself he never calls when he's away on business.

Maybe he's got something going on the side himself.

Not Harold.

No, he said when he married me, that was it for life.

Lisa, you're not feeling sorry for him, are you?

I don't know.

Maybe I am.

Well, if I didn't love you so much, I never would have let this get started.

It's the best thing that's ever happened to either of us. I know.

What was that?

I don't know. Maybe the wind.

Over there.

You want me to check it out?

Yes. Okay.

Okay.

Harold!

I didn't know, didn't you?

I couldn't tell!

Harold, it's not what you think it is, really.

Honest. Just stop lying, you filthy little tramp. Murphy, easy now. Just

down for a minute. You shut up!

I'm going to take care of you.

After I finish her.

I didn't mean to shoot him. I know, I know.

Go call an ambulance, okay?

Oh, my God.

I think I'm going to be sick.

Here,

drink this.

Okay.

I'm not sorry.

Is that an awful thing to say?

I better call the police.

Oh, wait a second. Shouldn't we talk to someone first? Well, I don't know.

You're the lawyer. We should talk to someone.

Oh, no.

Your mother.

My mother?

Do you know what a scandal like this will do to her?

Well, look, if this was an accident, it was self -defense. You will understand

that. Of course you'll understand, but think what this will do to her chances

for the appointment. I just can't do this to her.

We are in a lot of trouble and we have to tell someone. We have to call

No, we don't. We don't.

You love me?

Someone's coming.

What's going on here?

Is that you, Ernest?

Oh, Mr. Ballinger.

Anything wrong?

No, no. A friend of mine just had a little too much to drink is all.

You need some help with him? No, no. We'll just get him to walk it off.

Okay.

Good night, Mr. Ballinger.

All right.

Ma 'am?

Good idea.

Okay.

Oh, wait, the gun.

Right.

What I think you ought to know is that when I tracked him down through his

social security number, he had taken a position with a real estate firm under

another name, Murphy, Harold Murphy.

Make it harder for me to find him.

Well, that's not it entirely.

The pretty young waitress that you thought that he may have run away with,

still around.

He married her.

Oh, no, that can't be.

You see, we're not divorced.

Barnaby asked me to call your husband's office this morning to see if he'd be

there when you arrived.

The lady who answered said she didn't know, but suggested that I call his

apartment and talk to his wife.

You live with a man and... embarrass child.

Slave.

I want him in jail, Mr. Jones.

I want to see him put behind bars for what he's done to me.

What about your child?

Would it do your daughter any good to have her father in jail?

You're right, Mr. Jones.

You're right.

I don't really want revenge.

I guess what I want now is a divorce.

And enough child support to see that Betsy has some of the advantages of

kids.

I agree with you. That's the best way to handle it.

Oh, it's you, Mr. Ballinger. Andy, uh, just looking for a screwdriver.

Got it.

Mr. Ballinger.

What is it? I wanted to ask you about that old trunk that was sitting in

Trunk? Had no anchor chain in it rusting away.

Thought I could make a couple dollars on it selling it as scrap.

But if you have a better use for it. Me? No.

I guess I could be mistaken, but I saw that trunk in there before I went home

for dinner.

Then when I came back by later on my walk, it was gone.

Was you driving away from here last night, wasn't it?

You saw me last night?

With a young lady.

Of course, it was dark.

If it wasn't you, maybe we'd better call the sheriff.

No, no, there's no need for that.

Matter of fact, it was me.

A lot of odds and ends around here I wanted to throw out, so I used the trunk

junk them with.

The anchor chain, too?

Look, I'm sorry about your chain.

Andy, find out what you could have sold it for, and I'll give you the money.

There's no need to pay me for the chain, Mr. Ballinger.

As long as we're on the subject of money, lots of repairs needed around

it for you reasonable.

Well, we'll talk about it later.

Don't wait too long, Mr. Ballinger.

Inflation the way it is, the price of things just keep going up and up and up.

burglaries, robberies, rape.

That's terrible, isn't it?

A man and his wife just aren't safe in their own homes anymore. Isn't that

Mr... Jones, Barnaby Jones.

Sunshine Retirement Village provides just the kind of protection you're

for, Mr. Jones.

Frank Delbert's the name.

Well, how do you do, sir? Nice to meet you, Mr. Jones. Have some cake and

while I fit you in on what accommodations are still available.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Delbert, but...

It was Harold Murphy that I came to see on a personal matter.

Is he in?

No.

Murphy doesn't work here anymore.

Oh, he left to go to a better job?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Anyway, a man does what Murphy did, doesn't leave another job. And he's a

psychiatrist. You make a lot of trouble?

For my digestion.

He just tossed away a $1 ,600 commission, and he worked weeks on it.

Then yesterday, he's supposed to go to Tucson, meet the client and close the

deal. He ups and quits.

Do you have his home address?

Franklin Boulevard, the Graybrier Apartments.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Delbert.

Well, that's a nice idea, your retirement village.

I'll keep it in mind in case I run into somebody who wants to retire.

find it? In the boathouse. Oh, thank goodness.

I didn't think they could trace it to me, but I don't want to take any

Don't worry. Everything's going to be all right.

Do you promise?

Promise.

Todd,

I'm really sorry about everything.

Look, it happened.

I'm sorry, too, but it's not going to change anything.

Most important thing we've got to do from now on is just... Uh -huh.

Oh.

I've arranged everything at the apartment. They all think he's away in

business. Yeah, keep it up. Just tell them he'll be away for a long time.

Okay, but Todd...

What happens if someone gets suspicious?

I mean, what do I say?

All right.

After a week or so, give notice that you're moving.

Say your husband sent word for you to join him.

That'll be simple.

Yeah, simple.

And another thing.

You better not come over here anymore without calling first.

Why?

Because my mother is flying in from Sacramento this afternoon, and I don't

how long she plans to stay this time.

Oh.

Hello? Todd Ballinger?

Yes, who's this?

I saw you last night on the pier.

You and your girlfriend.

Who is this?

A friend.

If I get enough money to keep my mouth shut.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about a trunk.

One that's at the bottom of the ocean.

And what's in it?

What do you want?

$25 ,000, and I want it tonight.

Well, listen, um...

I need some time to think this over.

Tonight, Ballinger.

Or I'll go to the police.

Have the money ready.

I'll call you later.

Who was that?

Todd?

Somebody saw us last night.

He knows where we hid the body.

Randall's Murphy.

How do you know my name? Have we met somewhere before?

I recognize you from the photograph.

My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm a private investigator. I actually came here to

see Mr.

Murphy.

Oh, well, he's out of town right now.

Maybe I can help you?

Well, um, can we put these down somewhere first?

Sure.

He'll be out of town long?

I don't know. He's on business in Tucson.

Tucson? Mm -hmm.

It's funny.

Down at the real estate office, they said that he wasn't going to Tucson.

They said he'd quit his job.

That's right. It's not Tucson. It's Phoenix.

You know, he travels around so much, I'm always getting those cities confused.

He's got a line on a new job there.

What's this all about, anyway?

It's a domestic problem. They're never pleasant.

My client is a Mrs. Harold Burke.

Burke.

Am I supposed to know the lady?

She hired me to locate her missing husband. Here's a picture of him.

Oh, no, wait a second.

That's impossible.

This is Harold.

This is my husband.

This is your husband?

Yes. Well, from the look of it, I would say that your husband has two wives.

That just, that can't be.

You did marry Harold Murphy.

Of course I did.

Where?

In Reno on the way down from Seattle.

Look, there's got to be some mistake here, Mr. Jones.

I wish it were because there's a child involved.

There's a child?

Yes, one of the things I was supposed to speak to Mr.

Burke, who now calls himself Murphy, about was that his wife would like to

with him and work out child support for their daughter.

Oh.

I need a drink. How about you?

No, thank you.

I can see how this would be hitting you.

If you could just give me the address where I might locate Mr. Murphy in

Phoenix, I wouldn't trouble you anymore.

Look, I don't even know where he's staying.

I'm sure that Mr.

Murphy did go to Phoenix, and sooner or later you'll hear from him, and when you

do, have him contact me.

Yes, I will.

I'd like to sort this out without it becoming a police matter.

Mom, I meant to meet your plane. I'm sorry, I got tired. Oh, darling, you've

all the planes I take.

You don't have time for anything else.

Well, is it still mom, or do I start calling you your honor?

If you ever call me your honor, I'll denounce you as a son. Come on.

When?

The governor's going to announce my appointment next Thursday.

Great.

Just great.

Judge Rose Ballinger.

If Dad were alive, he couldn't be any more proud of you than I am.

I'll get your bags.

Anything exciting happen while I was away?

You take up shooting crap or playing the horses, anything like that?

What, did the bank call you about that $25 ,000 I withdrew? Oh, you know banks.

They're notorious for being cautious, especially when it comes to the members

a family account know what's going on.

You want me to tell you what the money's for?

Not unless you want to.

Thanks.

If that's my office, tell them I'm still in Sacramento.

Right.

Hello? Have you got it?

And if it's that girl you've been hiding from me, invite her to supper sometime.

I'd like to meet her.

Can't keep anything from you, can I?

I'm waiting, S &O.

Yes, I've got the money.

There's a gas station on the corner of 6th and Ruxton.

Be there at 9 o 'clock tonight and wait by the phone booth.

I'll call you there.

Full of puzzles, isn't it?

Certainly is.

First, there's no record of a Mr. Murphy or Burke taking a plane to Tucson or

Phoenix or any place for that matter yesterday.

And now there's no record of Mrs. Murphy taking a cab to the airport.

I'd say it's beginning to look like it's more than just a runaway husband.

Well, where do we go from here? I do love unraveling mysteries.

At this point, a smart private detective puts on his sinking cap.

He calls the police.

Betty, call Lieutenant Biddle.

Have him run these through R &I, see what he comes up with.

All right.

Here you go.

Vincent Wade.

She always goes to the same place, a house out on Crispel Cove.

Any idea what that address is?

You sure expect a lot for your five bucks.

I see. Your mouth has a meter on it, too, huh?

727 Ocean Vista.

Any idea who lives there?

Well, I don't know his name. He's a nice -looking young fellow who always gives

me a good tip. A very good tip.

When's the last time you took her out there?

Meter just clicked.

Yesterday. A little after six.

Yesterday.

Hello? Ballinger?

Yes? Okay.

Here's what you do.

Is it all here?

Every penny we asked for.

Woo!

Well, now, that wasn't so tough, was it?

No, no, but I'm sure glad it's over.

Mm -hmm.

Hey, what happened to you?

Oh, I cut it picking lock of that trunk.

You know, doing it in the water wasn't as easy as when I practiced on land.

I almost drowned.

Did you?

Well, it could have been a lot worse.

Your dear little wife could have had her detective track you down before I got

to Todd.

What? What detective?

A private detective by the name of Barnaby Jones.

He visited me in the apartment this morning, looking to nail you for child

support. You were supposed to take care of that.

Wasn't the one thing to do.

Let's get moving right away.

Oh, no. We're not going anywhere. We're going to stay right here.

But why?

I mean, we got what we wanted.

I mean, there it is, our ticket to anywhere.

Why mess around here any longer?

Because we can get more, a lot more.

Yeah, well, what about the detective?

That's not going to be a problem. Evelyn hired him to find you.

He has never heard of Todd Ballinger, and he's not going to.

Well, he just might. I mean, if we give him reason to keep snooping around here.

Well...

If he gets too close, the next time you load this thing, it's going to have to

be with real bullets instead of blanks.

Just slow down, baby.

I mean, just slow down.

My game is conning, not killing.

Well, you're never too old to learn a new trick.

Are you?

You wanted to see me, Mr. Jones?

Yes, Mr. Ballinger.

I'm sorry to bother you so late at night.

What's this my mother tells me about a missing person?

Does the name Harold Murphy ring a bell with you?

Murphy?

Harold Murphy?

How about Lisa Murphy?

She was here last night, wasn't she?

All right, Mr. Jones. I do know Lisa, and she was here last night.

A married woman, you know what I mean?

Look, son, I'm not the kind of a detective that goes around peeping

keyholes. All I want to do is find Mr.

Murphy and have a little talk.

Fair enough.

But I don't know if I can be of much help.

I have no idea where he is. Well, maybe you can help me sort out the pieces of a

puzzle that just don't seem to want to go together.

If I can, sure.

Drink? No, thanks.

It's about Mr.

Murphy's car, a blue station wagon.

Now, when I talked to Lisa this morning, she said that he had driven to the

airport to go on a business trip, and she was to pick up the car.

Nothing unusual about that, is there?

No, excepting that if she had the car, why would she hire a taxi to come out

here?

Well, at least the station didn't pick up the car after she left here.

That's logical.

Did you?

Yes. You see, I drove her there after dinner about 9 o 'clock.

I see.

Well, there's one part of it that I still don't understand.

Apparently, Mr.

Murphy did not go on the business trip, at least by plane.

So maybe something else came up and he changed his plans.

Well, if it did, why did he leave the car there for her to pick up?

I guess that's one answer you'll have to get from Murphy.

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, thank you very much for your time, Mr. Ballinger.

I'll be in touch.

And Todd's friend who was drunk, did you get a good look at him?

Well, he's kind of slumped over in the shadows, out cold.

I couldn't really see his face clearly.

You recognize the lady?

I never saw her before in my life.

Is that her?

Could be.

But it was pretty dark.

Is there anyone else around here who may have seen something?

Not that I noticed.

Uh, you might ask Andy Luckert, local handyman.

Not much goes on around here. He misses.

Uh, you might find him down there at the pier.

Well, thank you very much.

I'll get it together.

I'll call you back later and explain what you have to do.

Well, let's see. North on Slate Canyon.

Right on Dwyer Canyon.

Then turn right at a dirt road. Look for a red bandana on a fire hydrant.

Okay.

Todd, drop me off right up there.

What do you mean?

I'm not going to go all the way down there with you.

Lisa, I'll need help.

Todd, what are you doing?

You can't do that. Yes, I can.

He'll never get off my back.

You didn't bring the money?

If I did...

I'll be making this trip once a week for the rest of my life.

Okay. Just drop me off.

Keep going until you're out of sight and wait for me.

I told you to wait.

Todd, I couldn't let you do it.

I was afraid of what might happen to you. We almost had him. Now he'll spill

everything. Look, he is not interested in going to the police.

All he wants is the money.

Come on, let's get out of here.

He's never going to let us off the hook.

Oh, yes, he will. Now, look, we give him the money next time.

Then, if he tries it again, we'll just have to take care of him, won't we?

I was out of my mind not to call the police when it happened.

Maybe that's what I ought to do now.

We can't, Todd. We're in too deep.

You take that one dumb step and... I should have asked you to

divorce him.

And you and I could have gotten married.

Married?

I guess that's taking a lot for granted, but... Don't you like the idea?

Our being married?

Married?

Well, you sure do know how to take a girl by surprise. I will say that for

What's the use? I'm sorry.

Uh -oh.

What's the matter? You change your mind already?

It's a little late, isn't it?

Can't exactly tell the world your husband's dead, so you're free to marry

What if I told you that Harold and I were never married?

What do you mean you were never married?

Well, not legally.

It seems Harold had a wife when I met him.

Then why did you let me believe you were?

Well, I don't know. I guess it just seemed less complicated.

He drove back before he could get the money. That was me in the car.

Todd didn't have the money. He had a gun. And he would have shot you if I

chased you away.

Okay, we're getting out of here.

Look, I told you last night I changed my mind about that.

I said we're getting out of here. Now we can't stay.

Well, maybe we can't stay, but I can. And get married to a very rich man.

Now, what is it about Todd that's so important that you couldn't tell me on

phone, Mr. Jones?

Well, actually, I have more questions than answers, but from the look of this

generally, I would say that Todd is a victim of an extortion plot.

Extortion?

Well, that's not possible.

Todd would never do anything that would make him vulnerable to blackmail.

Have you met Lisa Murphy?

No, I've never met her. Why?

Well... I was hired to find a missing husband named Harold Burke.

After he deserted his wife, he is supposed to have married Lisa under the

of Murphy.

Todd's girl is already married?

Well, that's what I thought until I had Betty check it out for me.

According to Lisa, Murphy, at first it appeared that he married her in Reno

without bothering to get a divorce.

And yet the city hall up there has no record of that marriage. I don't

understand, Mr. Jones.

Why would Lisa see Todd while...

Masquerading as a married woman.

Well, that's what I thought until I had Betty check it out.

In the 50s, he worked in a circus.

He billed himself as Marco the Escape Artist.

You know, the kind of act where a man is handcuffed and shackled in chains.

Or locked in a trunk and escapes from it.

Excuse me, I'm totally at a loss.

Well, I was too until I recalled a conversation I had with a handyman down

the tool shed on the pier.

He said there was a trunk missing.

Yes, that old trunk.

So you see how questions pop up. There's a lady who was supposed to be married

and she's not married.

There's a trunk missing.

There's an escape artist who especially is getting out of trunks and he's

missing. But you have no concrete evidence.

Just an unsupported supposition that Todd's being extorted.

Well, I was kind of hoping that you might help us there.

Todd made a large withdrawal from the bank on Monday.

$25 ,000.

I think that just does it.

We have to hurry. Barnaby Jones is getting too close. We'll need your wagon

get this out of here.

Why take that chance? Jones doesn't know anything.

He knows more than we think he does.

My mother told me he wants permission to send divers down to search around the

pier. Are you kidding?

What's wrong?

The lock is open.

Well, it just must have broken when it hit.

The tide?

Yeah, it was the tide. Well, you know, when the lock was broken, the tide must

have just carried it out. You knew it was empty all the time, didn't you?

That is ridiculous. How would I know that?

Marco the escape artist.

That's what Jones told my mother Harold used to call himself.

I don't know what you're talking about. Come on, Lisa. The lock was open from

the inside. Look at it.

Hey.

Just before... Before we say anything else, I want you to know that I love you

very much.

And I love you.

Todd, wait a minute. You got your share of the $25 ,000. Isn't that enough? No,

it's not enough. At first, I only wanted the money, but then... Then you fell in

love with me, is that it? Yes, yes, I did. Is that so impossible to believe?

Todd, all my life... All I have ever known are two -bit hustlers.

You're the most important thing that's ever happened to me. Then why did you

him go ahead and try for another $50 ,000? Because you love me? No. You're

Lisa. You're very good. I had no choice.

He said he would kill me if I did. Do you really expect me to believe that?

I do.

Would you just listen?

Sure. Okay.

Last night, I told him, I begged him to leave you alone.

And he said that if I interfered, he was going to kill me.

Well, we got him his...

In this awful fight.

I shot him.

You'd say anything, wouldn't you?

You don't believe me?

I killed him for you.

You don't believe that? Lisa, don't. Look, I can prove this to you. You don't

have to. All right, Harold's above Harold's place. There is, there is a

forest. I will show it to you. I'll take you up there if you don't believe me.

Come on, I'll show you.

Mind if I go too?

Lisa, I'm sorry. But when Jones told me you'd framed me, I... All right.

Just stay where you are.

It's really over, Lisa. Your scheme didn't work.

I will shoot. I swear it. Put the gun down, Lisa.

You set this up?

You set this up with him?

It was a lousy trick, but you know all about tricks, don't you?

I told you it only started out that way.

And now it has to end. Put the gun down, Lisa.

Stay back. And if I don't, what do you do? Shoot me?

And you'll have to shoot Todd.

Give me the gun.

It was wishful thinking, I suppose, but I was really hoping that what Lisa said

about killing Harold was just part of the act. Well, I'm afraid it wasn't.

found his body exactly where Lisa said it was.

I guess I qualify for the all -time number one fool.

But, Phil, trying to forget her isn't going to be easy.

Give it time, Todd.

Give it time.

Love's a powerful force, Todd.

And, as my seven -times -married uncle used to say, a few sour grapes don't

spoil the wine.

Thank you, Mr. Jones After my appointment comes through I imagine I'll

you around the courthouse One of these days Well, it may not be a pleasure for

some of my clients But it always will be for me Bye -bye

You know that powerful force you were talking about? I think I caught a

of it in Mrs. Ballinger's eyes when she looked at you.

It's called machismo, Betty.

Some people have it.

Some don't.

Oh, boy.