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Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen. Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Scherer.

With guest stars Andrew Robinson.

Annette O'Toole.

John David Carson.

Devin Erickson.

Tonight's episode.

Band of evil.

When are you coming back, Glenn?

Oh, I don't know, Cassie. I guess when your dad gets another load of bronx and

he wants me to break.

It sure is obvious you're not ready to take my job away.

Very funny.

Next time paint an X on the wild ones.

Okay.

I guess I'll fix this later.

Are you leaving right now?

No, I'm going to go check some fence first and then I think I'm going to run

into town and say goodbye to a couple of the guys.

But I'll see you before I take off, okay?

Okay.

Wait.

Dad made out your check.

Oh, beautiful.

Hey, thank you.

I think I'll have to stop by the bank to pick up some traveling money.

Gonna say goodbye to a couple of the guys, huh?

You know us cowboys, sweetheart, we only kiss our horses.

Come on.

I've seen some of the girls in the San Leon bar. I can see why you'd prefer

horse. Come on.

Hey, hold on there, lady.

That's a big 10 -4, lame duck.

Hey, you forgot to autograph my cast, high rider. Come on.

10 -4, lame duck.

I'm going to write some kind of neat graffiti on that shinbone of yours

leave for shaky town.

That's Los Angeles in case you weren't up in our lingo yet.

Get back to you later, lame duck.

There's a gate down out here.

Going 10 -10 on the side right now and checking around the upper pasture a

little bit.

10 -4 and 10 -10, lame duck clear.

Give us another 1036, huh?

Just look at your Mickey Mouse, baby.

Make it for 917.

Lois, look.

Break 21 for the Bushwhacker. Come on.

Break 21 for the Bushwhacker. Come on.

You got the Bushwhacker. Come on. Got company, Bushwhacker. Or red pick -em

with ears.

10 -4. There it is.

Lay on the hammer. Go get him.

Break 21 for lame duck. Come on. Come on. Break 21 for lame duck. Please. Come

on. Is that you, High Rider? Come on.

Lame duck. Lame duck. Come on for High Rider. Do you copy? Do you copy?

You're Billy down in dirt, buddy.

Why don't you step on out here?

Come on, get.

Hey, man, what's going on? What do you want with me?

Sonny, let him go.

Come on, let's get out of here.

What's going on?

What do you want?

Darn it.

Well, you're lucky we happened on by, cowboy.

You look as if you could use a couple good Samaritans. Hey, come on, Thornton,

put that thing away. I'm just heading out of town. I don't want any trouble.

Well, you sure take the long way out, don't you?

Hey, come on, Sonny, leave him alone. He won't say anything.

No, I don't think I trust this here cowboy.

Hey,

is that what we ought to do?

Let you go?

Hey, huh?

Come on, what is it?

Well, you saw what he did.

He attacked me.

Yeah.

But how are we going to explain it?

Just keep a cool head.

All we do is get rid of this.

All of it.

Fast.

Your name Barnaby Jones?

Yeah. The disguise isn't working.

Sheriff said I might find you out here.

I'm Tim Carter.

I need some of your professional time.

Well, I don't know.

There's nothing to it, probably.

I run a small horse ranch near here, and, well, I've got a daughter with a

vivid imagination.

It is not my imagination.

Cass is working at being a mystery writer someday.

She's pretty good at it, too. That is irrelevant and immaterial right now,

and you know it.

Cassie, I think you have a pretty good start for a mystery here.

The bronc rider, Mr.

Sayre, went to town to cash a check and say goodbye to a few friends. Which he

didn't. He didn't show up at the bank or the bar.

Well, Les had an appointment up in Mill Valley somewhere to break some horses.

He may have headed straight there. No, I called. He never showed up.

And his saddle and his leather jacket, he didn't come back here for them

Well, you and the sheriff checked this out, what do you say?

Well, we checked around town, looked over the ranch, nothing.

That's when your name came up.

You say that you overheard a transmission on this radio which seemed

that someone had seen Mr. Sayre?

Yes, I was talking to him on the CB.

That's Citizens of Band Radio.

He's High Rider, and I'm Lame Duck.

They're handles. All CBers have handles.

Les said there was a gate down, and he was going to check around the upper

pasture. Motorcycle freak's been using the ranch, spooking the horses.

He probably checked it out.

And the next thing I heard was someone, a woman, saying, um, Bushwhacker, you've

got company, a red pick -em -up with ears.

All right, that's a red pick -up with a CB antenna.

That had to be Les. He drives a red pick -up.

Who's Bushwhacker?

I don't know. I just got this outfit. I, um, I don't know all the handles yet.

Well, we'd like to help, but, uh, we're due to start back to town in the

morning. Well, now, wait a minute, wait a minute, Barnaby. We're not really due

back for another three or four days.

Besides, can't you see that this young lady has a big 1034 here?

Looks to be more like a perfect 36, 24, 36.

No, no, no.

1034 means trouble at this station.

I still have my Class D license.

Of course, I haven't used it since my CB was ripped off a couple of years ago,

but have no fear, lame duck.

I'm not going to let him hustle us out of God's country till I put your mind at

ease, okay?

Okay.

Listen to me.

Could you at least try to understand how I feel about all of this?

Walt, please.

For me?

We can't go on with this. Not for one more day.

Now, calm down, will you?

When the right time comes... The right time?

My God, he's killed a man, Walt.

Where is your head?

And remember, I didn't want any part of this.

Oh, my, my, my, my.

But you took your part, didn't you?

And those two, three bills a week, you never complained about that, did you?

Hey, don't worry.

It's okay.

I just want to see everybody happy.

You were very happy in Hawaii getting your son, Tan.

Instead of weekending in Palm Springs where Mommy and Daddy thought you were,

eh?

I might remind you. No, I'll remind you.

That murder one doesn't get smaller, split four ways.

You were there, Lois.

Every inch of the way.

Now tonight, Walt and I are going into the barn to make small packages out of

big ones.

And tomorrow morning early, we're in L .A. Keeping happy customers happy.

Business as usual.

I would say that some red -painted vehicle ricocheted against here and went

down there.

Well, now, how come the sheriff didn't find this?

Possibly because he didn't spend three hours tramping over hill and through

gully the way we did.

And then maybe he didn't see the real 1034 in a pretty girl's eyes.

Well, whoever plowed in here was really moving.

By the looks of the road on those turns over there, they were digging in all the

way. Probably had to have himself dug out and towed.

Record of that ought to appear on some towing company's books.

Yeah, or an ambulance.

Possible.

When we get back to town, we'll check out this paint with the truck agency.

See if it matches a year of Sayer's truck.

I'll, uh, pull something here.

Here's another little something.

Piece of broken bottle, huh?

No, I don't think so. Looks like, uh, optical glass.

Could be, uh, sunglasses.

Cassie said she heard somebody on the CB talking to Bushwacker.

I wonder who Bushwacker is.

Well, if that's his handle, maybe we can raise him on the CB, Charlie.

All right.

What's the channel?

She said she was using 21.

There it is.

What's the language?

Say break 21 for the Bushwacker.

Break 21 for the Bushwacker.

Say it again. Ask him if he's got his ears on.

Break 21 for the Bushwacker. You got your ears on?

Hi there, Breaker.

Bushwacker is 10 -7. I saw Walker and it's green pickup parked at the Oasis.

10 -4.

10 -4.

10 -4.

What did he say?

Well, he said that the Bushwacker is a guy named Walt Garnett that is out of

service now and he's parked at a place called the Oasis.

You check that paint sample with a dealer.

I'm going to see if I can corner a bushwhacker.

All right. Good luck.

All garnet?

Check.

Well, now, that makes you the Bushwhacker.

That's a big tin foregood, buddy. What's your handle?

My name's Barnaby Jones.

I was told that you saw Les Sayers a couple days.

Les Sayer?

That's a blank, huh?

Afraid I don't know any Les Sayer.

Well, maybe you just saw his truck.

Anyway, somebody heard a voice on one of those CB radios.

Said, uh, Bushwhacker, you got company?

I read, pick them up with ears.

Nope.

Afraid I can't be of any help to you.

What's the fuss?

The fuss is that Les Sayre is missing, and I'm a private investigator, and

somebody hired me to find him.

Well, I'll be.

Well, thank you very much.

You know, sometimes these things come together like... Two plus two.

Sometimes it takes a day or two longer.

Somebody heard us. Somebody heard everything.

Easy now, easy.

I don't like the way you spill things.

You've got nothing.

Nothing that's funny can't happen.

Right, Sonny?

That's right, pumpkin.

And you say the paint matches Sarah's truck?

Fire engine red is what the color check calls it.

Now, tell me.

I would say the water is rising too fast to say it hasn't been raining

somewhere. I agree with you, Barnaby. And it looked like there'd been a high

-speed chase.

Well, that's a guess.

But if Mr. Sayre knew the ranch this well... He sure wouldn't have been

for any quarter -mile wrecking in that spot, slamming trees and winding up

in a gully.

Well, we'll get on it with the toying companies and ambulance services in the

area. What do you know about a young fellow named Walt Garnett?

Walt?

Oh, he's a bit spoiled, maybe, like most of those country club kids.

No real complaints, though. Why?

Well, I got a hunch he lied to me, and I'm wondering why.

Cassie said you heard somebody on the CBE call Bushwacker, which is Walt

Garnett's handle, to tell him that there was a red pickup nearby.

She also said that Bushwacker answered, but Walt Garnett denies knowing anything

about it. That's strange.

There was another young fellow with Garnett when I talked to him. He was

a Derringer hat.

Oh, that's Sonny Holland.

Now, there's a real success story.

Brought up on the wrong side of the tracks, went away to L .A. for two,

three years, and made it big, ghostwriting songs for those big country

groups. They were with a couple of very attractive young ladies.

Well, let's see now.

Walt's been going with Lois Lambert ever since I can remember.

And Sonny, I think Vanessa Pickering's got him pretty well staked out.

Well, thanks, Tommy, but if you hear anything on the truck, give me a call.

thing.

J .R., let's go and continue to poke a stick in the hornet's nest.

Sure.

Well, where do you want me to poke, Coach?

Why don't you get in touch with Betty?

Tell her to call some of our friends in the music business.

Check out Sonny Holland?

Yeah.

Let's see what he's got playing on the old jukebox.

Please, Walt.

That detective's going to find out about Sonny. About all of us.

You're talking crazy, Lois.

Don't flip out on me now, baby.

What happened to us?

I loved you. I would have done anything for you.

Do this for me now.

Get off my back.

No. I want you to do something for me.

I want you to go to the police with me now.

Lois, you're out of your mind.

Do you want to go to prison?

Well, then, let's go away somewhere where nobody can find us.

Sure. How would that look?

We just got to wait it out.

Wait? For what? For Sonny to kill someone else? He'll do it. I know he

Hey.

What's going on here, huh? What's happening?

The two of you are looking very serious all of a sudden, huh?

Just talking.

Lois wants to go somewhere and... Thought we'd take a ride.

You're reading my mind.

I was just going to suggest, look, why don't we grab a couple six -packs and

some deli and kill the afternoon till late, huh?

I don't feel like it.

Oh, come on, honey. I mean, what could be better?

Listen, if there's anyone who needs some relaxing, it's you, Lois.

Come on.

We'll have to go by and pick up my suit.

Hooray.

You're a little bit right and a little bit wrong, Mr. Jones.

That's about average for me.

Would you say that that's a piece of somebody's sunglasses?

Yes, but not from any cheap drugstore type.

These are special order.

Made in fancy colors.

Made in Europe.

Expensive.

Oh, $35, $40 glasses, depending on the style.

It's pretty steep for non -prescription sunglasses.

Would you happen to remember the names of any of the people that bought them?

To go through all those files, take me all night.

Well, I wouldn't want to spoil your evening.

But just offhand, would you remember the names of any of them?

Well, I don't know. Let's see.

Yeah, Mrs. Shaddock's bought a pair just before she left for Acapulco.

Anyone else?

Let's see.

Yes, Lois Lambert bought some.

Young Lois Lambert?

I don't know any old ones.

Of course, the Lamberts can afford to buy a pair for every day of the week if

wanted them.

You know her? I saw her once.

Pretty little thing, as I recall.

I don't think I could do it, sir.

Don't worry, I'll handle her.

Oh, well now, Walt, I've been looking for some sort of indication that you're

able to do that.

Frankly, I don't think she's listening to you anymore.

She's just shook up.

She'll settle down.

No. The problem with Lois is she has a bad streak of conscience in her.

I've noticed it before.

Well, I just cannot kill her.

Why not?

Lois wants to go away.

What if we just disappear?

Walt, I've already considered the reasonable alternatives. Mommy and Daddy

spare no expense in bringing their dear daughter back home.

Do you know what kind of scene that would cause?

Tearful reunion?

Why she left, et cetera, et cetera?

Twenty years?

Life?

No.

She won't say anything.

Well, don't get uptight.

It was just a thought, so think about it, eh?

Let's get wet.

Like I said, no choice.

And then there were three, hey?

I don't know.

I guess she just dove in.

We weren't watching.

Then when we didn't see her, we dove in.

And we couldn't find her.

And then we saw her like that.

Take it easy, son.

There just wasn't any way we could have gotten here in time to help.

I know.

There's nothing anybody could have done.

Lois was already dead.

Look, why don't you two take Walter on home?

I'll get the rest of this lady.

Barnaby, I'll be with you in a minute. I've got to make a call in.

Mr. Holland?

Yeah.

Can I talk to you a minute?

I don't really feel much like talking now, you know.

Yeah, I understand.

I called the sheriff. I was looking for a Lois Lamberts address, and I heard

about the tragedy out here.

Tragedy is too small a word for it, Mr. James.

Jones.

Well, to be very honest with you, mister, your name doesn't mean one hoot

hell to me right now, after what's happened here.

Yeah, I suppose not.

Was Lois a good swimmer?

Sure.

Oh, God, don't ask me what happened.

If I knew what happened, maybe I could have got there sooner.

Bumped her head, probably. I don't know.

I guess you four were very close.

Yeah.

And it doesn't make it any easier.

I wonder if you could tell me something, though.

Was Lois upset about anything earlier when I saw her at the Oasis? She seemed

nervous.

Seems like so long ago.

Oh, yeah, she and Walt had one of their famous five -minute arguments. There's

nothing to it, except that I bet he wishes he could have another one with

right now.

What's the sudden interest in Lois?

I have a one -track mind. It makes a lot of whistle stops at a lot of places.

I'm still looking for a less sayer, and a little something I found seemed to

lead me to Lois Lambert. I hate to derail you, mister, but Lois and missing

don't belong in the same conversation.

She was one of the few truly nice girls around here.

Listen, you'll have to excuse me.

How well did you know Lois Lambert?

Just to say hello to.

An accident there at the lake?

I don't know.

I made a couple of explorative dives.

There's nothing down there but 10 feet of clear water and 100 friendly minnows.

Just fine.

There I am, out working, and you're here having a picnic.

Betty, this is Cassie Carter.

Cassie, this is my daughter -in -law, Betty Jones.

Hi. I would get up, but... Oh, no. No, please. I'd rather join you.

Well, Betty, what's the verdict?

Do we have a successful ghostwriter of songs in our Mr.

Sonny Holland?

Well, that depends on whether that comes under the heading of dream merchant.

I think you better translate for the coach, Betty. He's starting to knit his

brow.

Ah, yes, well, two phone calls told the whole story. The first to Arnold

Steiner.

The agent's agent?

Mm -hmm. He told me that Sonny Holland was a standing joke in Los Angeles

four years ago.

He was trying to sell simply atrocious lyrics to recording artists. Of course,

they closed the door on him fast.

Do you mean to say Sonny Holland isn't... Well, what about the second

To Lieutenant Biddle.

It seems Mr. Holland started peddling marijuana instead. He served time on

charges of dealing narcotics two and a half years ago.

Well, that explains his time in the big city.

Poor country boy makes good.

Well, he's practically a hero around San Leone.

If you want to be believed, you've got to make the lie really big, right?

You may just have something there, Jedediah.

You want to know if Sonny Holland is still dealing marijuana?

You know, I no longer have to spell it out for you. You're beginning to read my

mind.

Sunny Holland?

Yeah.

Got a little treat for your digestion. I'd like to talk some business.

I don't know you.

Don't you bug off, huh?

Well, we can discuss money first.

We'll do something about your manners later.

I'm used to privacy.

No, I don't care what you're used to.

This is about as private as it gets.

Who the hell are you?

Vince Pinto.

You ever heard of him?

Sorry, Vince, we never heard of you.

Nobody hears of me unless I want them to hear of me. That's the way I run my

business. You in the music business?

That's my line.

It may be your line, pal, but it ain't your business.

Look, save the banjo strumming for the hicks, huh?

I heard about your operation.

I know it's regular. I know it's dependable.

That's what my people want.

And they're willing to pay up to twice what you've been getting.

You read too many comic books.

Who sent you?

Big Richard.

And he doesn't like to be thought of as comical.

That's interesting.

When did you talk to Big Richard?

Yesterday.

Big Richard's in the joint.

Ten to twenty.

You know, that's the trouble with doing business with you guys and the stick.

You're out of touch, you know that?

His lawyer got him a new trial. He's been back on the streets for two weeks.

Man, I hope he didn't send me to some hubcap packer. Okay, okay. Look, I don't

make second offers.

You double your take, but it has got to be the best stuff delivered on time.

Now, we've got a deal.

I'll talk to you about it tomorrow.

I'd like to call my people tonight.

Tomorrow.

I'm at the Bluestone Motel.

Just a thought.

We'd really like to deal you in.

Rather than cut you out, you get my meaning.

Think he's on the level?

I don't know.

He could be a narc who's made our operation.

But we'd better find out.

Like tonight.

Do you suppose they hurt J .R.? I'm sorry he decided to hole up in that

motel. It's risky.

I believe that runs in the family.

I think we've got to start acting like we're sure of something that we're not

entirely sure of, that Sonny is still running marijuana.

He could be running it across the Mexican border, somehow.

They could drive it over.

The airplane.

He'd fly it over.

No, I... I mean, there was an airplane.

What airplane, Kathy?

The last time I talked to Les on the CB, there was this airplane flying low over

the ranch.

I usually don't think anything about it, because they often fly over here in

their pattern for San Leon Airport.

What was unusual about it? Well, it sounded so low, like it was slowing down

land or something.

It could have been a drop, unless you saw it. And somebody saw him at the

pasture. That's what they meant by, uh, you've got company.

Do you think they might have killed him?

There was a nervous young lady named Lois Lambert who might have been able to

tell us, but she's no longer around.

Barnaby, we can't prove any of this. And J .R. could be waiting in that motel to

be killed.

Why'd you have that guy call here? My mother could be home any minute. If the

guy's a narc, my phone could be bugged.

Hello?

He's right here. Hang on.

Yeah.

Where the devil have you been? I asked him to have you call last night.

What about this Vince Pendle?

You mean he's on the level?

Yeah, and he said you sent him.

Uh -huh. Go on.

Find the Blue Star Motel.

Yeah?

Okay, thanks.

No?

No trouble.

I'll handle it.

Big Richard says that Vince Pendle is the middleman on some of the biggest

going down in the West Coast. Cops have been looking for Vince Pendle for two

years.

So, looks like Big Richard sent us a ripe one. Big Richard sent us nothing.

A crumb's a $3 bill.

Cops picked up Vince Pendle in L .A. last night.

Our guy's a narc.

Well, we better call off the drop.

They're on to us.

Will you stop talking with your head empty?

By now, Andy's already hedge -hopping his way here with the plane load.

You got the number?

Yeah, it's right here. Well, call it, my love.

And ask for Mr.

Pendule's room.

Hello? Hold on a sec for Mr. Holland.

Pendule! Yeah.

You know, you sleep a little too long on good offers to suit me, Holland.

Maybe I should shop at a bigger store, huh?

Hey, I had to give it some thought.

It's a big move.

Some people are going to be very unhappy.

Well, I keep all my happiness in a money clip. You interested or not?

I'm interested.

Let's talk about it. All right. Be here in 20 minutes.

Hey, no way. How do I know your picture's not a post office favorite?

I'll meet you over in Culverton.

The red line.

Noon. What's the matter with right here? I'll pull the shades. Don't worry.

People see every move I make in San Leon.

I'll ask a cop for directions.

Just be there. I'll be expecting you.

And by the time he gets back to his motel room, we'll have the stuff in the

barn.

A guy like that, a big money clip, well, he could wind up dead in bed

anytime.

Hello? One of you, they just called me.

Yeah, I figured your line was busy.

Well, Sonny's pretending to take the bait, but I think he wants me out of

like right now.

Yeah.

I just talked to Lieutenant Biddle.

I think we gave you a bad name to use.

Vince Pangil was arrested in Los Angeles last night.

Well, something tells me Sonny knows.

Well, in case he does, I don't want you to get a Purple Heart in the Blue Star

Motel. So I'm sending Betty down to get you.

I'll buy that.

I'll be looking for her smiling face.

Well, the pot is boiling furiously and I don't know what's cooking.

Sonny Holland said yesterday that he couldn't talk business until tomorrow.

That's today.

We're running out of time.

That's it, the time.

What do you think?

10 .36, that's the time of day. That's what they were asking.

Who was asking?

Part of the chatter on the CB the day left disappeared somebody it could have

been the same woman's voice was asking for a 1036 But when the guy answered her

he said something about check your Mickey Mouse her watch maybe but he

give the right time He said nine something, but it was almost noon Well,

didn't sign off with a 10 signal and he wasn't giving the time could be the date

9 being September this month Well if that's today

Both of my Mickey Mouse's arms are pointing almost to 12.

Same time, same place, do you think?

Betty, you go down there and get Jedediah.

You stay here and keep that thing tuned in to me.

Okay. I'm gonna take a look.

You'd better not use your name if they know you. What should I call you?

Break 21 for Lame Duck.

This is the Silver Fox.

Come on.

You've got the Lame Duck. Come on.

Nothing around here but a lot of wide open spaces.

I'm going to take a drive over and look around the upper pasture.

10 -4, do you want me to call the sheriff? Come on.

I wouldn't do that, lame duck, until I find out whether I'm chasing a wild

goose. 10 -4, this is lame duck, K -U -Y -4 -6 -9 -6, clear.

That lame duck chick sounds loud and clear.

Like a base station.

Yeah. The other one's a mobile. I can hear the engine noises.

And the signal. He's right on top of us.

Cassie Carter.

Somebody said she broke her leg.

Lame duck?

This is part of her father's ranch, you know.

So, that could make Silver Fox the guy who's been looking for our missing

cowboy. Sonny, the planes do any minute. Now we better radio them and tell them

to keep going.

Sure, and let them hear every word of it.

Uh -uh, you wait here and stay off that radio.

I'm going Fox something.

Silver Fox, come on.

Break 21 for the Silver Fox. Come on. Hey there, Silver Fox. I just heard that

airplane again.

You got your ears up. Do you copy?

You just tell her that nice airplane came and went. Nothing else.

Tell her.

I hear you there, lame duck. I saw it.

I think it's just some pilot practicing.

Looks like a false alarm.

I'd better call the sheriff. He may have dropped something you didn't see. 10

-4? You better convince her that that's not a good idea, and convince me as

well.

I wouldn't call the sheriff.

He thinks we're all half crazy now.

Ten -four?

If you're not back in ten minutes, I'm calling the sheriff anyway.

Ten -four.

That's a big ten -four.

Tell her.

That's a big ten -four.

Okay.

Now take your gun, nice and easy.

and toss it this side of the feet honey

what are you gonna do you want me to turn my back we've got 10 minutes to

our bucket mouth on the other end then you can turn your back after walt picks

up the stuff the two of you follow me get in

Okay, Silver Fox, start driving.

All right, now just keep smiling and glide out real easy.

I'm right behind you.

That's the inside!

Walt, the phone line. Rip it down, quick.

Phone's dead.

How you doing with that thing? It's no use. Something's happened to the

Your father have a gun around here anywhere?

See if there's any gas in those cans.

Get him, and we'll burn him out. Right.

There are only four shells here.

Might be one too many.

Or a lot too few.

You hit?

No, I just... It surprised me, I fell.

I don't get it. What are they doing here?

I get it.

Look, get on the CB in this thing. Call the sheriff's emergency channel number

nine. Okay, channel nine.

Right.

This

is

an emergency.

Can anyone hear me?

All right, get your hands above your head.

Move out of the open. Come on.

Right there.

Barnaby, you okay?

Yeah.

I guess I'm what you might call 10 -4.

Okay.

Give it a try.

What are you saying there? Am I getting through?

Coming through loud and clear.

Wall to wall or whatever you're supposed to say.

Thank you much. Come on out and modulate with us, Lady Jones.

Who would have thought that that toy I gave Cassie would have helped you catch

up with Les Sayre's killers?

Good thing she had her ears on and her memory plugged in.

Kathy, you know, once your cast comes off, you're going to have to change your

handle. I mean, lame duck isn't going to do anymore.

Well, how about slick chick?

You know, I just may come by here one day and give you a call.

Well, I'll just answer to that.

Okay. By the way, Judd, what was your handle? You never mentioned it.

You know, you two were breaking the law by operating a CBU without a license.

Are you aware of that?

Come on, J .R. What was your handle?

Tarzan.