All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s05e20 The Killer On Campus.eng

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

Lee Merriweather, Mark Shera, with guest
stars

Catherine Cannon, Jess Walton, Robert

Mandan, Jerry Hauser, Jeff

Conaway.

Tonight's episode, The Killer on Campus.

Don't worry.

They can't get out until we let them
out.

Look, I don't know about this, Jeff.

I mean, you know, sometimes people can
die from bee stings.

What a shame.

Then Kemper couldn't flunk me and foul
up my graduation.

Come on.

to be to sleep in there. I told you, I
called ten minutes ago. There's nobody

home. They're stinging me.

Just shut up and lock the cover. It
hurts.

Oh, my God.

How about that?

He's dead.

He sure is.

Jeff, we did it to him.

He's screwy.

All we did was shake him up a little
with some stunts.

Hey, we better get out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Lieutenant Biddle's office just sent
over the preliminary report on that

suicide last night.

Um, would you like me to make a
reservation for you at some place really

for tonight?

Reservation? Mm -hmm.

Well, she must really be some kind of a
lady to get you to wear one of these.

Tuxedo?

Try it on for me. I bet you look
terrific in it.

I haven't worn one of these since Calvin
Coolidge's inauguration.

I used to make them a little different
then.

I'd love to sit here.

One tuxedo, Mr. Jones, Jones Detective
Agency.

Come on, fess up. Who's the lucky lady?

Well, whoever she is, obviously, I
wasn't intended to take her out.

Let's get it done.

Vicki, listen to me. You're going to
love this. Now, look, it's the law

big spring formal. I mean, you miss
this.

You're going to be missing the big
social event of the season.

What's in Hawaii? Hawaii's a couple of
beaches and a few volcanoes. It's

Oh, oh, oh, you've got the commercial.

I see the modeling job came through,
yeah.

No, no, no, of course I'm happy for you.
Don't be silly.

Look, why don't you call me when you get
back?

Yeah, okay.

I'll talk to you.

What's the matter, JR?

Can't you get a date?

Well, I'm afraid it's an epidemic of
everybody having the busies.

Well, before you try to carry the
epidemic, maybe you can clear something

me. This garment was charged to a Mr.
Jones.

Was that Casey, John Paul, or yours
truly?

Well, now, listen, Warner, I had to
charge it to you because I was a little

short of cash, you see, but I promise
you that I'll pay you back after the

of the month.

Yeah, I know. Day late and a dollar
short.

Come on, I'll give you a chance to make
some overtime.

Where are we going?

Rutledge College.

Oh, Rutledge College. Hey, relax.

It's co -ed. Maybe you can find a date
there.

Good thinking.

Good thinking.

Man, I thought there'd be more of them.

More of what?

Girls? I thought we'd be up to our
eyeballs in coeds here.

Well, this is a spring vacation,
Jedediah. A lot of students go home for

holidays.

Not all of them.

Excuse me, could you tell us where we
can find the dean of men?

Yeah, Dean Carson. He's right over
there.

Thank you very much.

Come on, Jedediah.

Jedediah.

We'll talk about it later.

Dean Carson?

Yes.

Is there something I can do for you?

Well, nothing that couldn't have waited
until after your conversation with the

young lady.

The young lady is my wife.

My name is Barnaby Jones. This is my
associate, Jedediah Jones.

Are you two the private investigators?

The Board of Governors insisted on
hiring you.

I'm not quite sure why. The police were
already insisting it's suicide.

The gentleman who spoke to me on the
phone said that Mr. Kemper had been the

object of student pranks and harassment,
and I understood that's what we were to

investigate. Student pranks?

It hardly seems a matter for private
detectives.

I guess your Board of Governors feels
that the fact the professor is dead is

serious. They want a complete
investigation of the whole matter.

I'm sure that has nothing to do with
Kemper's suicide.

He was a new, young instructor, anxious
to prove himself in a tough teaching

assignment.

I think the pressure has just got to
him.

I wonder if we could see where it
happened.

Kemper kept a ground floor apartment.

Forby, I won't go with you if you don't
mind.

I was there when they cut him down.

Yes, I can understand that.

Well, we appreciate your cooperation,
Dean.

One of you get the feeling he just
assumed we give this a once -over

be on our way I thought crossed my mind
yet a day

Money

throw the ball will you money the ball?

It's terrific An arm like that should
throw for the majors.

I can't help it.

I Couldn't sleep last night. I keep
wondering if All those stunts we pulled

Kemper. I mean, if what happened to him
was, you know, our fault.

Well, I guess you'd just have to ask
Kemper that.

Hey, Monty.

Yeah?

Get lost.

What?

Karen.

Jeff, I was off campus last night. I
just heard.

Is it true?

Yeah, Karen.

Your boyfriend strung himself up.

They took his body away an hour ago.

God, why?

Oh, come off it.

You really that broken up?

I figured you'd drop me to take Kemper
on so you could do a little social

climbing.

What are you saying?

You know I was okay when you were the
new chick on campus.

But dating an instructor, well, that
rate's higher status -wise.

So when Kemper... Is that how you have
it figured out?

Sure.

But I don't hold grudges.

I mean, I'll consider taking you back
again now that you're in circulation.

Jeff, just go to hell.

Sorry, we didn't know anyone was here.

Oh, they told me to clean up after the
cops got through.

I'm the custodian.

Well, do you mind straightening up a
little later? We'd like to look around

first. Don't matter to me.

Do it now, do it later.

It's all the same.

Not enough time to do all they want me
to do around here anyway.

That is what you call a far -out
personality.

You know, it's a funny thing. This guy
had a good tape deck, very professional

recording setup for dictation, but there
isn't one tape here anywhere.

Well, maybe the police picked up all the
tapes looking for a recorded suicide

note. Talk to Lieutenant Biddle about
that, will you?

Not one lousy tape.

Did you find something?

Bees.

There's a live one over there at the
window.

I've got three or four dead ones here.

Bees? I think I'll turn these over to
the entomology department.

See if they can give me a portion of
them.

Does it seem odd to you that somebody
would rip a light cord off a lamp in

to make a noose when you've got a
perfectly good rope here in its closet?

Well, maybe he forgot it was in there.

Maybe.

Well, you've seen enough.

Seen enough to make me start wondering.
Let's go, Jedediah.

It's obvious what happened to these two.

Somebody swatted them.

The others?

You're right, Mr. Jones. Their stings
are gone.

Some bees die after they lose their
stingers, don't they?

Right you are.

There's something else about these bees.
They were stolen from this lab.

What, have they got brands on them or
something?

No, but they're a variety we imported
from Canada.

I've been trying to develop a strain
resistant to cold weather to extend

nectar gathering season and increase
honey production.

And you recognize these as some of your
Canadian bees?

Sure do.

Somebody forced the lab door last night,
but I didn't see that anything was

missing.

Somebody must have opened it.

Tattered my door.

I'd like to know what numbskull pulled a
stupid stunt like that.

Well, maybe we can find out.

How? Possible that some of the bees may
have stung Kemper before he died. I'll

check with the coroner, and I'll check
with the student health service, too.

See if anyone was treated for bee sting
today.

Maybe the pranksters last prank backfire

Much

with you

this is not like you running off in the
middle of the afternoon to get drunk.

I'm not drunk

It's not for want of trying, but I'm
not.

No?

Well, then maybe we can finish our
conversation about you and Dave Kemper.

Did it ever occur to you I might be a
little upset?

You know, he's lying in the morgue right
now.

Your respect for the dead is very
commendable, Doris.

But it's your devotion to the man while
he was living that I'm talking about.

Are you sure you know what you're
talking about?

All right.

Let's talk about some pieces of old
English silver which had been in my

family for generations.

I just happened to notice them in the
window of a shop where you sold them a

month ago.

I was going to tell you about that.

Were you?

Were you also going to tell me that the
money you got from them went into your

personal checking account to cover a
check that your stub says was paid to

but when it came back from the bank, it
was endorsed by Kemper?

Were you going to mention that?

You have been busy, haven't you?

All right, I gave the money to Dave.

But it isn't what it seems. Now, you've
got to believe that.

I'm sorry.

What else can I believe?

What is with you and this jealousy?

It's getting so I don't even know you
anymore. It wouldn't surprise me if you

killed him.

No.

Doris, for God's sake.

That's our boy right over there,
Barnaby.

Let's get acquainted.

Oh, listen, we'll see you around seven,
okay?

All right, good.

Bonnie Anderson?

Yeah? I wonder if we could ask you a few
questions.

About what?

David Kemper's death.

We were hired to look into it.

Yeah, sure, I guess. Why do you want to
talk to me?

Well, we were talking to a nurse over at
the student center, and she gave us

your name.

She said she gave you first aid for bee
stings this morning. I was just curious

as to how you got stung.

Um, well, I don't know. It just sort of
happened.

Could it have happened when you were
letting some bees loose last night in

Kemper's apartment?

In the first place, those aren't bee
stings.

He was stung by wasps.

We were hiking in the woods yesterday,
and we saw a nest, and Monty wanted to

collect it for biology class.

Only the wasps had different ideas.

Right, Monty?

Yeah. It was really dumb of me. I could
have gotten stung worse.

I don't recall hearing your name, sir.

Oh, it's Jeff. Jeff Saunders. Oh, hi.

Are you acquainted with Mr. Kemper? I'm
sure.

I was in his poli -sci class.

Look, um, what's this all got to do with
Kemper's suicide?

We were told that, um, there'd been some
malicious pranks played on Mr. Kemper,

and one of the theories was that, uh,
possibly...

with somebody in his class that wasn't
getting good grades.

Are you making passing grades, by the
way?

As it happens, I pulled a B -plus on my
midterm in poli -sci.

And I think you're trying to make a
whole lot out of nothing.

See you around.

Well, it isn't too difficult to see who
the brains in that pair is.

Jumped right in with that lie about the
wasps, huh?

Well, there's no way to prove that was a
lie.

What? On the other hand, maybe we ought
to check his grades and Kemper's

clients. Well, the administration
building's right over there. Let's do

Hi, Doris.

Oh, Karen.

I've been meaning to call you.

Oh, have you?

Yes, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am
about Dave.

I know how close you were getting, and
it must be a terrible shock for you.

That is so funny.

What? All that drippy sympathy, I'm not
buying any of that from you.

Listen, Karen, I know you're upset,
but... Oh, well, what about you?

Weren't you upset about Dave and me?

I mean, you were in love with him,
weren't you? And then I came along and

him away?

You must be out of your mind. I was
never in love with Dave.

Thank you very much. Appreciate it.

Well, I've been looking all over for you
two. I just finished talking to

Lieutenant Biddle.

Does he know anything about the Kemper
tapes?

There weren't any.

His men scoured that apartment from top
to bottom. They were looking for some

sort of suicide message.

There wasn't tape one anywhere in the
apartment.

Well, it doesn't make sense with all
that tape equipment around.

Did he have anything else to say?

Only a message from the coroner that
there were no bee stings on Kemper's

Does that mean something?

Could mean that he was already dead by
the time they released the bees in his

apartment.

Oh, I started the background check that
you wanted on Kemper.

I got the copies of his transcripts from
the administration people here, but

there are a lot of things that really
don't match up.

Things like what?

Well, first of all, he was supposed to
have played football in college back

east.

Lineman.

But don't they usually put their big 200
-pounders on the line?

They sure do.

Kemper was about 165, according to the
coroner's report. That might have made

him a running back, but never a lineman.

Another thing.

Kemper minored in art. Won all sorts of
awards. But I haven't been able to find

a mention of any kind of artwork or
connection with art since he's been here

campus. Maybe he gave it up.

Maybe, but Jedediah, did you see any
paintings or artwork in his apartment

we were there?

Well... Now that you mention it, no, I
didn't. Nothing.

Might bear looking into to discover who
this David Kemper really was.

You don't think he was who he said he
was?

One way to find out.

That ring finger smudged.

Better give us another go at it.

wait outside?

I would.

I still get squeamish after all these
years.

Autopsies are worse.

Hi. Oh, J .R., don't do that.

I'm sorry.

Did you find out anything, Jedediah?

Yeah, I found out that Jeff Saunders
lied like a rug.

He never took the midterm exam in our
campus course. As a matter of fact, he's

well on his way to flunking political
science, which would keep him from

graduating with his class, among other
things. What else?

I lucked on with an administration
secretary in one state of Jeff.

She says he has wealthy parents, and
he's been getting by on charm up until

But she says his dad is fed up.

He laid down the law and said if he
doesn't graduate on schedule, he's going

cut him off at the pockets, maybe for
good.

Sounds like the boy had a lot riding on
Kemper passing him. Or on running Kemper

off the campus before he could fail him.

I would say that Jeff Saunders has a few
more questions to answer.

I'll start these through for an ID
check. I'll let you know as soon as I

anything. Thank you, Lieutenant.

I'll be interested in learning whether
the dead man is really Dave Kemper.

Hi, Karen.

Been thinking about my offer?

I'm busy, Joe.

Why, are you too busy for me?

A few of us less fortunate souls have to
work our way through school.

So unless you're going to check out a
book, how about getting lost?

You know, you keep talking like that,
I'm going to think you don't like me

anymore.

Hi, Nick.

Ooh, it's a heavy cord.

Good luck.

See you later.

Can't we go someplace where we can talk?
I'm working.

You want me to fix it? Where's the head
librarian?

Jeff, go away.

Just get out of my life.

If you don't leave right now, I'll call
the campus police and have them take you

out of here.

You haven't kept the guts.

Will you ring the campus security
office, please?

Would you take over for me? I'm late for
my break.

Sure, Karen. Go ahead.

Did you find them? Went over Kemper's
apartment from floor to ceiling.

They just aren't there.

I was in contact with our people last
night. They're very upset about the way

you messed things up.

Hey, look.

We were sent here to silence Kemper
anyway.

I just did it ahead of schedule, that's
all.

We were sent here to find those tapes.

Then deal with Kemper and the woman if
she's here too. Now we may not get the

tapes or the woman.

I didn't plan it that way.

I was just using the chair and the noose
to... break him down, to make him talk.

It was working, too. He was just about
to tell me when that damn chair slipped.

What about the dean's wife?

You checked her out yet?

I'm working on it.

Her reaction yesterday wasn't exactly
what you'd expect if she was in love

him. But I'm positive they were secretly
seeing each other.

Listen, why don't we have lunch sometime
and talk about this? Get him.

Come on.

Karen, please.

Do it. I won't say anything.

I promise.

Karen!

Okay, take care.

Barbie, I just got off the phone with
Lieutenant Biddle. He'd like you to meet

him over at the college right away.

Something happened?

They found Jeff Ponder in the library
basement. He did.

You were saying, Miss Bateman?

Just that I guess I was the last one to
see him alive.

We were talking in there at the checkout
desk where I work.

Then I went on my break.

I thought Jeff left.

But I guess he went down into the stacks
to look for a book.

Slipped going down the stairs.

That's what it looks like, all right. An
accident.

Well, of course.

What else could it have been?

All right, Ms. Bateman, thank you for
your time.

If there's anything else I can do.

If there is, we'll be in touch.

You know, I will bet money that Jeff is
behind all those pranks on Kemper.

Now he turns up dead.

Still reads like accident to me, but
sure makes you wonder what's going on in

this temple of higher learning.

there, you looking face.

Bonnie!

Wait up!

Look, will you guys just leave me alone?
No, Hassel, relax. We just want to ask

you a few questions, okay?

No big deal, huh?

No, Hassel, come on. Step into our
office.

I got nothing to tell you.

Why, because your friend Jeff isn't
around to like you anymore?

We're sorry you lost your friend, Marty.

A lot of people didn't like Jeff.

But, uh... It wasn't that bad.

We were best friends, you know?

And I guess you helped him out when he
asked you, like best friends do.

For instance, the other night, you
helped him put the bees in Kemper's

apartment, didn't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, we were there.

But look, Kemper was already hanging
there dead when we got in.

Look, I went along with Jeff, and we did
a lot of rotten things to Kemper in the

last couple of months, but... Look, I
mean, I'd never go along with killing.

I expect you're telling the truth, son,
but you're going to have to talk this

all out with the police, you know.

I know.

I know. It'll be good to get it off my
chest.

Listen, we noticed that Kemper had a
tape player and some dictation

but no tapes. You guys didn't take his
tapes, did you?

No. No, nothing like that.

You see, word was around that Kemper was
working on some secret project of his

own. And Jeff wanted to find out what it
was, but he never could.

That was just another thing that got him
burned at Kemper.

Sounds like there were a number of
things that he was burned at Kemper

Was there something else besides the
fact that he flunked Kemper's class?

Well, that was the main thing.

I don't know. He didn't like it that
Kemper took Karen away from him.

Or that Kemper had that romance with
that other woman, Mrs. Carson.

What do you mean, Dean's wife?

Well, this Kemper fella gets more
interesting by the moment.

Isn't this delightful?

We had an unexpected visitor while we
were both out.

I think I scared him off.

He certainly was busy up until then.

You afraid the burglar took these?

Oh, thank God.

I found them when I started
straightening up.

No wonder he missed them, the way you
had them squirreled away over there.

Ray, don't torment me.

What's on these tapes anyway?

Romantic interludes between you and
Kemper?

Is that what you really think of me?

What am I supposed to think?

With all the deviousness, the sneaking
around, giving him money behind my back.

Well, it's time I found out the worst.
They say knowing beats guessing every

time. Please, please give them to me.
You don't know how important they are.

That's what I'm going to find out.

I may give them back to you, Doris. But
first, I'm going to listen to them in my

office. Please, if you ever cared
anything...

But this is terrific.

How'd you come up with this stuff?

Once Lieutenant Bittles sent over the
fingerprint identification report. It

really all downhill.

Was there a real David Kemper? Mm -hmm,
but he died six years ago in an auto

crash in Nebraska.

This man took his identity with, I
suspect, some government help, although

the people I've talked to have been real
cozy about it.

And the man we thought was David Kemper
was really a terrorist who turned

government informant. As John said,
fingerprints don't lie.

Oh, and this photograph that John gave
me is interesting.

It shows the underground cell that
Kemper belonged to.

Yeah, there's Kemper, all right.

Well, small world.

What am I looking for?

The one with the glasses.

Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me,
that is the dean's wife, Doris Carson.

Any luck?

No. And I almost got caught by Carson
going through the house.

That means Doris is going to be alerted
that we're on to her.

That's right.

Okay.

Can't lay back any longer.

Pick them both up.

We'll have to deal with them directly.

And after the post office bombing, we
were joined by Angela Bryant and Thomas

Erickson, demolitions experts, sent down
by the central cell to make sure we got

better results next time out.

Doris, check me on the spelling of Tom's
last name. Was it E -R -I -C or E -R -I

-K? I'm darned if I can remember.

With a C, I'm pretty sure.

And how many bombings did he and Angela
handle for us?

Four, I think. No, no, five, counting
the one the police found and diffused

before it went off. Then they blew
themselves up accidentally making more

than that house in Trenton.

Did I tell you I walked out of that
place not ten minutes before it went up?

No, you didn't. We're lucky we all
didn't get killed that year. Everything

sour. Okay, let's get that in about the
bomb factory in Trenton blowing up.

So now you know.

Was he writing a book?

Yeah, I was helping him.

What was it about?

About our days in the underground.

Before he changed sides and I deserted.

Oh, he was taking it further than that.
It was a whole history of the terrorist

movement in this country.

That money I gave him?

That was for an informer who was
involved in the Washington and Oregon

Is that why Kemper was killed? Someone
in the underground finally caught up

him?

Yeah, it must have been.

Rayton, Dave is not going to get to
write that book.

I've decided to take the tapes into the
authorities myself.

You can't do that. I have to.

Listen, there's information that Dave
never gave the government. It's

information that could cripple what's
left of the movement.

But you just said that you dropped out.
You didn't have a deal with the

government. There's stuff on that tape
that could put you in prison for Lord

knows how long.

Maybe not. Maybe not if I go in
voluntarily.

Take a chance on losing you now.

I'll think of something. We'll go away
together.

Disappear.

Ray, I have to do this.

The government needs those tapes.

We can lock them safely away and notify
the FBI when we're out of reach.

You'd do that?

You'd give up everything?

Lock these up on the sideboard for now.

Let's get out of here.

All right.

Stay calm.

And you're going to drive just where I
tell you to, and you won't give me any

trouble.

Or your wife dies first.

Let's go.

from that spot.

You sure nobody's going to come in here?
They lock this place up during the

spring vacation.

Only the custodian can get in.

That way.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on. What? Come on now. Who are you
really, Karen?

I think we can figure that out without
trying too hard.

We want those tapes, Doris. I don't know
what you're talking about, but listen,

if you think you can do this, you're
crazy. Oh, yes, I can do this.

And more.

You know, you were one of us once.

You know what we do to traitors.

Tapes. You'll never get your hands on
those tapes.

Gus! Hold it.

That's all right.

I want him to see.

She's not a good swimmer.

Get away from the edge, Doris.

Add her to the deep water.

Can't do that. She'll go under.

Yes, she will.

And I'll let her.

If you're not back here with those
tapes, then you better get them. Fast.

I know where they are.

Let's go.

Maybe the Dean knows where his wife is.

Something going on, wouldn't you say?

Come on, man. Come on!

That's all of them?

Do you think I'd hold out on you now,
for God's sakes? Please, let's get back

there.

Are we interrupting anything?

I call the campus police hold him till
they get here

Keep fighting, Doris.

We're putting on a terrific show.

End of the line, Miss Bateman.

Drop the gun right there.

Your underground days are over.

Then you're going to have to kill me.

If your choice is martyrdom, you've got
it.

I forgot all about Irma. Crazy Irma.

You mean you still don't have a date for
this dinner tonight?

Well, my problems will be solved as soon
as I talk to her. Oh, no.

What?

I already talked to her. I forgot.

I give up.

You know, JR, there still is someone
that you could ask who would be more

happy to help you out.

Who?

Her name is Betty.

Betty Jones.

You would do that for me, huh?

Got up. Oh, the honor of the Jones name,
right?

Come on, we're going to move, buddy.

All right, as soon as I call Clara, I'm
going to order you the prettiest corsage

you can make.

Charged to whom?

I'll be born and be back, he knows that.

And after leaving the cell, I spent
nearly two years hiding from the

authorities, as well as the members of
my own group, who by now had ordered to

kill me on sight.

Then through the grapevine, I heard
about a college instructor who was

to pay for information on underground
activities.

When I contacted him, I found it was an
old friend, now known as David Kemper,

from my days with the movement.

He helped get me established at Rutledge
University, where I met

and married my husband, Raymond Carson.

to the tapes in the trash and that
opened up to anyone, you know.

Mm -hmm. I know.

Would you have let her get away with
that, Barnaby?

Well, all I can say is I'm glad I didn't
have to make the decision.

All right.

I'll do what I can.

The feds are gonna love what's on those
tapes, I know.

I have a feeling the court will go easy
on her.

Well, they better after what she's been
through.

Amen to that.

What is this?

I got three Joneses telling me what to
do now?

There's a real pushy streak in your
family, you know that?

Barney, did you see J .R.'s knuckles?
They're a mess.

Yeah, well, you should see the other
guy.

Yeah, he fights like a tiger. Knocked a
guy out with one blow. I didn't know you

were that tough.

How'd you learn to fight like that,
Jedediah?

Well, I'll tell you the truth.

All the time that I was growing up, I
used to take on anybody who'd call me

Jedediah.

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