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

Lee Merriweather, Mark Shera, with guest stars

Ed Power, Joan Pringle.

Tonight's episode, The Deadly Valentine.

Thank you.

Thought you lost me, huh?

No. But I was beginning to wonder if something had happened.

Not a chance.

Got your key? Oh.

Snoopy.

I still can't get used to the idea that I need a bodyguard.

It's a crying shame a nice girl like you has to put out good money for

protection like this.

You know, Miss Kelly, all I'd like to do is to get my hands on that creep.

Gotta be real fickle, you know?

Okay in there.

If you don't mind my saying, you keep the place real neat.

Thank you.

Well, everything looks a -okay as usual.

Now, you're going to have yourself a real good night's sleep tonight, right,

Miss Kelly? That's something I'm really looking forward to seeing.

Now, remember, if you need me, I'll be right outside my car.

Thank you, and good night. Good night.

What do you think?

Perfect? Perfect.

Barnaby, what do you think?

About what?

The lamp.

I like any kind of a lamp with a 150 -watt bulb in it.

Here's some help.

Come on, T .R., you tell me. Look, will you trust me? It's a terrific lamp, and

it looks great there.

You really like the lamp that much?

I ought to. I gave it to you for Christmas.

Oh, come on.

I was taking you seriously.

This time of night, the only thing to take seriously is a fond farewell.

Come on, Jedediah. We got a heavy day tomorrow.

Oh, that's just swell. Right when I'm getting down to unwrapping the dishes.

Sorry, kid. Dishes is women's work.

I always knew it.

Chauvinist.

Well, will you look at this?

You know, with all these housewarming presents you're getting, you move every

couple of months. You can make out like a bandit. Right.

Although I really haven't told that many people I was moving.

Well, you must have told somebody.

That's what they got you here.

Oh, a valentine.

And it's not even valentine's day.

Check the corner.

Barnaby, I know what you're thinking, those awful headlines, but good heavens,

there are a lot of stores that carry this shaped box all year round.

I'd feel a lot better if I knew who sent it.

Nothing. The street's clear, too.

You know, we're going to feel very foolish to find out who this is from.

How much do I love they let me count the way?

I will very soon.

You're next.

They're double -checking the candy box and the note.

Double -checking.

Just what does it take, John, to tell whether it came from the Valentine

or not?

Barnaby, I'm as worried about Betty as you are.

But there's just no way to be sure that pasted -up note is the same as the ones

the killer sent his victims.

What about the candy?

Sold by the carload and every drug and dime store in the country.

These phone conversations...

I don't find anywhere in this file that you managed to tape any of them.

No, no, we got into it too late each time.

The first two victims, Doreen Lockwood, Elsie Barton, according to friends,

both thought it was just somebody who had a crush on them from afar.

Now, this one, Linda Kelly, didn't come to us until the killer had

started sending her photographs of herself.

According to the newspapers, that's generally just before he strikes.

That's the pattern.

First gift, then ugly phone calls. Then more gifts.

And finally, I guess, when he grows tired of the game, he sends them

Shortly after that, he kills.

And doesn't leave any clues?

No. No, he may be nuts, but he's not dumb.

No fingerprints.

Even develops his own pictures. Not one lead.

Lieutenant? Yeah. Excuse me.

This just came in.

Hi, Mr. Jones. Oh, hello, Will.

I just heard about Betty.

Is she okay?

So far.

What is this, Sergeant?

Devonshire Division. They uncovered a woman's body in a shallow grave.

Looks like she's been dead about a week.

Strangled? No, it's not the Valentine killer. This lady's been stabbed several

times. We're going to check her fingerprints for identification.

Well, stay with it. Break me the coroner's report as soon as it comes in.

Yes, sir.

Nice to see you, Mr. Jones. Yeah.

Well, Barnaby, why don't you go on home and get some sleep?

You know, there's one thing about all this that doesn't seem to fit.

What's that?

It's timing.

In each case, the killer waited three or four weeks before contacting his next

victim. In Betty's case, he only waited 24 hours after killing Linda Kelly.

Could be he's getting overconfident.

Could be.

I thought we agreed that you were going to stay home today.

That was last night.

Yeah, you know, something to do with a woman's right to change her mind.

And not letting herself get frightened into a corner by that Valentine maniac.

I mean, Barbie, if I hide at home like a scared rabbit, I'm already his victim.

Is that your opinion, too, Jedediah?

Don't look at me.

You know Betty. She has a whim of iron.

And Barnaby, it is better if I stay here and keep busy instead of sitting home

worrying. All right.

J .R., would you get that copy of the file that Lieutenant Biddle gave me? Mm

-hmm.

There's somebody out there.

Wait a minute. It's all right.

Okay, pal. What are you doing out there?

It's all right, Jedediah. Come in, Will.

Thanks, Mr. Jones.

Hello, Betty.

Will, what is the problem?

Will Gowan, Sergeant LAPD.

I don't care if you fry a tuck of the L .A. Rams. You should not be lurking out

there like a second story man. What's the matter with you?

This is my cousin, Jedediah Jones.

We're a little nervous around here, Will. I'm sure you can understand.

Sure. I'm sorry. I should have let you know I was out there.

Been much too long, Betty.

Give or take a year or so.

What are you doing here, Will?

Oh, it's my job, lady. My job. I'm one of your new bodyguards.

By what?

How come?

Lieutenant Biddle got it straight from the chief. The department has no

intention of letting Betty become the fourth victim.

That's ridiculous.

I mean, I have Barnaby and J .R. to look after me.

No offense, Will, but I mean, that's the last thing I need is to go tripping

over a mob of bodyguards.

Don't worry. I'll stay out of your way.

But orders are orders.

Well, since we have to put up with you, maybe you can help.

Any way I can.

Problem is that somebody has to go through this file and see if they can

common denominator between these victims and Betty, which would point to the

killer.

Well, before you go through that file, why don't you have Betty talk to Ellen

Ashley?

Ashley, the roommate of the second victim, Doreen Lockwood?

Right. Now, her description was very vague, but it might trip something in

Betty's mind.

Miss Ashley?

Mr. Jones.

Miss Ashley, this is Betty Jones.

Well, the next girl most likely to, huh?

You take care of yourself, you hear?

Thanks. And I'd like to thank you for taking time out to talk to us.

Have you had a chance to think about what we spoke of on the phone?

No use, Mr. Jones. There's nothing more I can tell her about the Valentine case

than I've already told the police.

Sometimes it's, uh...

More helpful to hear the words instead of reading them in a police file.

Okay, but remember, it was dark. And I only caught a glimpse of the man.

In his late 30s, I believe you said.

Let's walk. I've got to get back.

Could have been in his early 40s.

Over six foot and thin.

According to your statement, he was wearing nondescript clothes.

Dark pants, maybe blue jeans.

A light -colored rain jacket, a hat.

Oh, yeah, and crepe or thick rubber -soled shoes.

Now, I remember that because he didn't make a sound when he walked in the

hallway floor.

It's made of tile.

Can you think of anything else?

Anything at all?

Well, as I was going up the stairs to the apartment, I glanced around just as

was coming out the front door.

Now, it seems to me he stooped a little bit, like he was lame in the right leg.

That's it. That's all I can tell you. One more long shot.

Doreen and his last victim had one thing in common. They both worked in this

general neighborhood.

Now, did Doreen ever mention meeting someone who struck her as acting

Uh, no, not that kind of strange.

Well, look, I sure hope they catch him before he... Right.

Thank you so much, Helen.

Hi. Hi.

How'd it go with the roommate?

Not too well, I'm afraid. At least nothing that she could remember rang any

bells.

Uh, did Barnaby come back with you?

No. Well, do you know when he's coming back? Because I worked out a terrific

theory I want to try on him. Well, I don't know when he's coming back, but he

did stop off at Lieutenant Biddle's for a meeting. Oh, terrific. I can try it

out on both of them. See you later.

Bye -bye.

You know, speaking of bells, it seems to me I heard the lunch bell.

But, uh, quarter after one, you know. Oh, Will, I really have to get with this

typing. I'll tell you what. You go on and take your time, and if you don't

bring you back a Hammonds with, all right?

Ron, I can't leave you alone.

All right. Bring us both back a couple of sandwiches. The deli's just down the

street.

You come with me.

Will, I'll be all right. I'll lock the door right behind you.

I want to hear that door lock.

Yes, sir.

Did you hear it? Yeah, I heard it.

And hold the mail.

Barbie Jones' office. May I help you?

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

All of my dreams are only for you.

Who is this?

The one who loves you.

Sends you presents.

Thinks only of you. You.

I've... I've been waiting for your call.

Liar. You're like all the rest.

Liars. No.

No, I'm not.

I thought...

I thought perhaps we could meet.

Would you like that?

Maybe we could meet and I could prove to you that I'm not like all the others.

How do you feel?

Awful. Freely awful.

What did you leave her alone for? If I knew you were going to do a boneheaded

thing like that, I never would have left.

You're right. It was boneheaded.

Now stop it, you two.

Let's be fair.

After all, it wasn't as though I was face to face with the man.

He could have been calling from a hundred miles away.

Or a hundred feet.

You're not going to get any brownie points for telling the man that you

to see him.

We don't want to rile him up and cause him to hurry his schedule, now do we?

I know.

It's just he made me so angry.

I wanted to see him so I could hurt him.

I mean really hurt him.

I've never felt things like that before.

I can understand how you feel, Betty.

But next time you arrange to get yourself out on a limb that way, make

of us is around to catch you.

Okay, boss.

What's next?

Well, Jedediah may have the answer to that. He was trying to explain a theory

me and Lieutenant Biddle when we got Will's car.

Yeah, well, it's something that hit me when I was checking the Valentine file.

noticed that two of the victims, Linda Kelly and Elsie Barton, didn't drive.

They didn't own cars.

They took the bus to and from their jobs.

Yeah, but Doreen Lockwood did own a car and she did drive. So what?

Well, the so what is that Doreen's car was in the shop being repaired for three

days prior to her death.

So you feel that if Doreen took the bus for those three days, that's the comedy

nominee here? Makes sense, doesn't it?

Yeah, but the Barton girl didn't work anywhere near Lafayette Park.

Even so, she and Linda Kelly took the same bus line, which is the same one

Doreen would have had to take.

The Parkrest line.

The Park... Barnaby, when I was apartment hunting and I lent Marsh my

I rode on the Parkrest bus a couple of times.

Betty, when you get back to the office, call the bus line.

Get the park rest schedule, also the names of all the drivers who worked it.

You and I are going to have another talk with Doreen's roommate. Come on.

What's the secret, Betty?

What?

I've been watching you look at Barnaby and J .R.

What does it take to... to put that kind of love in your eyes?

No.

They're family.

So outsiders still don't stand a chance, huh?

I thought surely by now you'd given up on me.

So did I.

But then all of this happened and suddenly we're right back there again.

I'm swinging and you're ducking.

As long as you wear velvet gloves, neither of us is going to get hurt.

Raise the arm.

It's still not right.

Loosen that one up. They're too rigid. I want a natural look.

Hello again, Miss Ashley.

Really, Mr. Jones, I thought we were finished.

This display has to be ready by tonight.

Well, this will only take a moment of your time. This is my associate,

Jones. Hi.

Hi.

Lower the arm and fix the scar.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. What did you want to know?

How about Doreen Lockwood? When her car was being repaired, did she take the bus

to work?

No, she never took a bus.

Are you sure about that?

Positive. Doreen got uptight riding in crowds. It gave her claustrophobia, so

she only took cabs.

Would you excuse me, ma 'am?

Smooth out the sweater.

Well, that blows my great theory.

Not necessarily.

Maybe we just picked the wrong ride.

What do you mean?

Didn't the file say that Linda Kelly took a cab home the night she was

Yeah, but that was out of the ordinary. Mostly she just took buses.

Can't we assume that the other victims occasionally took a cab?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

We know Betty uses a cab.

That could be the common denominator for all of them.

Pull the other one down.

Yeah, right. Good.

Good, that's much better.

Miss Ashley.

Double the chain.

Okay. When your roommate took these cabs to work in the morning... No, no,

Doreen never took a cab to work. A neighbor gave us rides in the morning.

Well, then she just took cabs home.

And when she went shopping. Well, how did she get these cabs? Did she call up

did she hail one?

Oh, I don't know. The only time we ever rode home together, we walked to a taxi

stand. Is that around here in the park area?

Yes, over by the south entrance.

Thank you. Thank you very much. Come on, Janet.

Tighten the blouse.

Mr. Pearson, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in.

Oh, you looked so busy, I didn't want to interrupt.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

That's all right, I'm just a little giddy.

What can I do for you?

I was hoping to see Bonneby.

Oh, I'm sorry, he's not in.

Is it about the quarterly tax return? No, no, no, nothing to do with that.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Well...

I think something suspicious is going on in this building, and I thought Barnaby

ought to know about it.

What do you mean, suspicious?

Betty, there's someone prowling around in our hallway, and this is not the

time I've spotted him.

Good heavens, Betty!

He'll be all right.

Just show me where he is.

Oh!

He'll be all right.

He pushed us down the hall.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

It's all right. It's all right.

It's just Mr. Pearson.

He's Barnaby's tax consultant down the hall.

Then what are you doing with the gun?

I... Well, he thought you looked suspicious out there.

You two know each other.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Pearson.

This is Sergeant Gow, LAPD. He knows I can't stand cigars when he goes outside

to smoke. I just forgot he was in the hall one time.

With all these guns around, no wonder people are always shooting each other.

Betty,

I'll give up cigars. You give up the gun, huh?

This is really beginning to get to me.

Okay, Charlie, pick up passenger at the corner of Broadway and 3rd.

And pronto, tanto, the lady's pregnant.

Walt, the tow truck's on its way.

Now, the rest of you guys, I'm taking a break, so bug off for a while, unless

it's an emergency.

Sorry, gentlemen.

I guess I could say you picked a bad time, but it's always like this.

Where were we? You were telling us about the cab stand at Lafayette and 8.

Oh, yeah. It always gets a lot of action.

Most of the drivers like to work there because there's a lot of short trips.

How many drivers would you say service that stand?

Oh, about 12 to 14 operate out of there regular.

There's a roster we used last week.

Well, we're looking for a driver who's about 40.

He's tall and thin. He walks with a limp.

Anybody on this list?

and they come and go in this outfit. I just know their names.

Do you mind if we keep this list?

No, I got coffee. Hey, why don't we drive it right there by the gas pump?

Why don't somebody clean this heap?

Ah, that's Ed Wilson.

His name's on that list.

But he's kind of a gypsy. He operates out of Lafayette Park one day and Union

Station the next.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Collins. You've been a big help.

Always glad to oblige.

Well, are we just going to let him get away?

Yeah. Well, we're sure he's the right man.

Which one's yours?

Oh, the little red one over here.

Okay, I'm across the street.

You can drive me to my car.

Then I'll follow you home. Will, it's really not necessary.

We'll do it my way, okay?

Yes, sir.

Will.

Don't touch it.

We will be together soon, my darling.

Mr. Jones, if that display isn't finished... Bear with us just a little

longer, Miss Ashley.

Yeah, just think what it would mean if, uh... One of those drivers was the guy

in the hallway.

Here comes another one.

Is that the man you saw, Miss Ashley?

Oh, I'm not sure.

Could it be him?

It could be him.

He's tall enough.

I mean, I'd like to say yes, but I can't. I just can't.

Well, thank you for trying.

Well, here goes our last chance.

I'm not so sure.

Is there an address for Wilson on that registry?

Yep, right there.

Still moving in, as you can see.

I promise not to notice.

It's a great apartment, Betty.

What a beautiful view.

For looking out or looking in.

The trips were supposed to be delivered this morning. I wonder what happened to

them. I can speak to the manager on the way out if you like.

I wonder how many people are watching me right now.

I wonder if he is.

Betty, don't.

I have the strangest feeling his eyes are on me right now.

Betty watches me all the time.

That's enough.

Why me?

What did I do to attract him?

And how does he know what I'm doing and

where I'm going?

Betty, I told you to forget it.

You're in your own home. You're being guarded 24 hours a day. He can't touch

you.

I've got to make my call into the office. I want you to go and take a nice

bath. Oh, I don't think I could. Listen, I promise you, I won't leave until my

replacement arrives, okay? Now you go on and do it.

All right, maybe a hot bath would help.

Yeah, this is Garland. Let me speak to Murdoch, please.

Ed, we're back at the apartment now.

Okay, when?

Okay, you tell him I'll wait for him here.

Yeah, bye -bye.

My relief is on his way, Sergeant Bonner.

Well, I'm going to take my bath now.

Just in case you're gone. I just wanted to thank you for everything.

Oh, please.

I'll go speak to your manager about your drinks.

I'll wait for Bonner downstairs in the lobby.

You lock the door after me.

Bye.

Thank you.

All right, what are we looking for?

We won't know until we find him.

Here to die.

This is it.

Better call Lieutenant Biddle.

Drop it right now.

Betty, it's all over.

What? The Valentine killer. They've got him in custody.

Lieutenant Bentley's booking him now.

Oh, Tyler, are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

He confessed to the three killings.

Betty, it's really over.

I just can't believe it.

Tell him we ought to celebrate.

Tell him I heard that.

And I'm on.

Get all dressed up.

We'll all go out to dinner.

How's that sound?

That's terrific.

Only hurry, all right?

We're on our way.

Listen,

Barnaby, tell J .R. that I... Sorry, I'm not who you expected, Betty.

I'm not jealous.

Because soon I'll be the only man in your life.

Watch for me.

I'm very close.

If it's not out already, I'll see what I can do to keep it under wraps.

Good.

John, does Will know anything about all this?

Well, Lieutenant, if he does, you better tell him to cool it.

Will?

Will Gowler? Yeah.

You assigned him to Guard Betty?

No, no.

I never gave Gowler that detail.

He's supposed to have the week off. I assigned Sergeant Taylor to the first

shift.

It's Lieutenant Biddle.

Talk to Sergeant Taylor, please.

Betty, what happened between you and Will last year?

We dated a few times.

He was fun. I enjoyed his company.

He just got too serious too soon. That's all.

And I broke it off.

Taylor, tell PR to be sure to keep Wilson's arrest under wraps.

And Taylor,

Who shifted around the duty roster?

Why doesn't somebody tell me these things?

All right.

All right, anything else?

Yeah?

How long ago?

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Well, we just got an ID on that dead woman we found in Devonshire. Mary Alice

Watkins, no address.

What about Will Gowan?

He traded duty with Sergeant Taylor.

He wanted it.

For personal reasons.

Betty, I'll round up a couple of men to keep an eye on you.

It won't be necessary.

The other day, I'll take the duty tonight.

I guess that would be all right.

I'll check with you later.

What's wrong, Betty?

I was trying to remember where I heard that name before.

What name?

Mary Alice Watkins.

It's really familiar.

Okay. I don't know.

Mary Alice Watkins.

I wrote it down.

I did. I wrote it down in your appointment book about, uh, it has to be

weeks ago.

I just can't remember why.

I'm just hoping that there's some clue as to why I made the notation in the

first place.

Oh, no.

How did he get in to put that there?

When does it stop?

Take it easy, Betty.

Remember why we're here.

There... There are pages missing.

A whole week missing.

22nd to 29th of last month.

Must have been when J .R. and I were up at Covertine.

That's right.

Well, you wouldn't have had any appointments at that time anyway.

Well, then why did you write down Mary Alice Watkins?

I wrote it down for Henry Pearson.

Our accountant down the hall?

Yes. He came in looking for you.

He had had a fight with his girlfriend.

And he was positive that she had run off with another man and he wanted you to

look for them.

Henry Pearson?

What did you tell him?

Well, I said you didn't handle those kind of investigations.

And that seemed to upset him.

So I wrote down her name and told him that I would mention it to you when he

back. I don't recall that.

Well, that's because the next morning he came in and was very apologetic and

said that he had made up with his girl and...

For me to forget about it.

What do you think?

I think it's time to talk to Mr. Pearson.

You're right. I'll go with him.

Hey, here. I almost bet he left alone.

Hey, Mr. Jones. Didn't know you were working late tonight.

You know how it is. Mr.

Pearson said he had some papers for me to sign.

Well, Mr. Pearson left about ten minutes ago. Said he was going out to get a

bite to eat.

Sounds like he'll be back.

I'll wait for him. Sure, you do that. If I see him, I'll tell him you're here.

Thank you.

G .R., I think there's some clean cups on top of my filing cabinet.

Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, J .R., if they're not on top of the cabinet, look on the low table.

J .R., what are you doing?

J .R.

What are you doing? J .R.

You don't want to hurt Betty.

Mr. Davis, please.

Shut up.

She knows too much.

She's the only one who knew.

That Mary Alice Watkins was your girl.

And you killed her.

She deserved it.

A lying little tramp.

No one had to know about Mary and me.

But I made the mistake of killing Betty.

And that's why you pretended to be the Valentine killer to terrify Betty.

I had to erase it from her mind.

Kill her.

In case they found Mary and connected me to her murder.

But now it's too late.

We all know.

Then I'll have to kill you all.

I'll think it was that Ballantyne man.

But the police have him in custody. It won't work.

Give it up, Henry.

No, no.

I've got to get out of here.

Well, go.

Lead Betty here.

No. I need a head start. She's coming with me.

Don't do it, Henry.

Stay back.

Don't try to stop us or I'll kill you.

Open it.

Stay back.

Here's the second Betty. We can't let him get out of the building. You all

right? I'm fine. Let's go.

Come on, Joe. Don't fumble now.

Count ten.

Turn the power back on.

Why don't we stop?

It pulls on the trick.

Mr. Pierce and these old pillies.

Everything's breaking down all the time. You know that. The trick.

It's a trick.

I'm so sorry.

With love, Barnaby.

Thank you, kind food.

Barnaby.

Affectionately, Will.

Thank you, cancer.

And I wonder... Stop.

Love and kisses, J .R.

Well, I'll tell you the truth, gentlemen. I love you all.

But I honestly don't know what this is all about. I mean, the next thing I have

to celebrate is my birthday, which is about six months away. It was Barnaby's

idea, and I think it was a good one, don't you? I think it was a terrific

to get your mind off all those dumb Valentine presents, you know.

Oh, I get it. Sort of the hair of the dog that bit me, is that it?

Sort of. Well, I'll tell you, fellas, you really didn't have to worry about me

at all.

I mean, it's amazing how quickly a gal can get over being frightened. of

receiving gifts, especially when they're from three superfellas.

Well, I don't know about the leisure class, but I have to get to work.

Oh. Well, before you go, I have a confession to make.

Wait a minute. If it has to do with why you got suspicious about my pressing for

the job of protecting Betty, you don't have to say anything. Lieutenant Biddle

already spoke to me.

Fear makes people do funny things.

You forgive us?

Sure. If you'll have dinner with me tomorrow night.

Well, if you'll make it lunch of the day.

Still ducking, huh?

Well, I'll still be in there swinging.

Goodbye.

Well, gentlemen, I...

I'm going to tell you that I have a surprise for you.

I'm going to pick up the check.

I don't believe it. You were right.

Right about what?

Well, I had a hunch that you may try to repay us for helping you move.

So he paid the check in advance.

To a lot of happiness in your new apartment.

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